The Debit monster

I was going to a strip club, which meant I was going to require cash, Requiring cash meant conquering a serious fear of mine. A childhood fear that stemmed from something my grandmother used to say. Whenever I would pass a debit machine with her she would tell me to stay away from them. She said the debit monster could get me.

Seeing the hundreds of people who approached them daily sort of made me think she was lying. They would just walk up, pop in their card, collect their cash as it spilled out, and walk away unscathed. Seeing these people get their money unharmed put me slightly at ease about it, but I still didn’t like the thought.

I always avoided activities that required any amount of actual cash. Unless I could go into a bank and talk to an actual human, that is. Banks are only open during certain hours though, so the time had come to conquer my fear.

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My childhood friend

Hello! My name is Becky I am 24 now at the time I was around 3 or 4. I am from a really small town in Virginia We lived on a property my grandparents had bought their was alot of room for everyone to have their own space but on top of the hill was a old house that looked collapsed, when one day I got curious I found that their was newspapers talking about a woman and her baby who had burned in a fire set by the woman’s ex husband on a drunken rage. Their was pieces of their furnature on the property including a crib her fridge and even part of her porch left on the property and it’s still there today. Anyway when I was a child I told my mom I had a baby but she probably couldn’t see her and I would go around holding her and playing with her all the time. My mom assuming most kids have imaginary friends went along with it.

However their was one day I came running through the house screaming and crying asking my mom to hold my baby. She went along pretending to hold her asking me what was wrong. She said I looked at her with the most devistating look saying her mom came up out of the ground and was coming after her baby. And I began piling everything I could pick up in front of the door. Keeping in mind was just a toddler and Not allowed to watch scary movies my mom was genuinely terrified. And just as quick as it started it stopped. A few days later we woke up and their was footprints all over the kitchen my mom then measured and they were way to small to be mine. I think it was a comfort for her terrible anxiety to just make a joke saying I needed to clean up after my baby.

A few years later we had all forgotten about the event until my mom heard me in my room I was about 5 at the time, she said I was whispering into my vent talking to something and when she asked what I was doing I told her my friend was hiding in the heat vent and she wanted to play. This went on for a few more years until again everyone had seemed to have forgotten this again. Occasionally when I was around 16 I would hear things like my wall being scratched way to high up to be a animal. My TV would randomly shut off or change channels. My light cutting off at random. Things like that. One day for no supposed reason I even went into my mom’s room and screamed in the middle of the night then passed out nearly hitting my head on the wall. However when I woke up I had no memory of anything. My mom even heard a woman speak to her one day when she was alone. And my dad heard someone run thru the house when nobody was there. Like I mentioned earlier I’m now 24 and still terrified of this property and still curious to who my friend was, wondering if maybe it was the little girl who passed away in the fire. and maybe I seen her mom that terrifying day too.

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My Childhood Haunting

I was between the ages of 3 and 8 when most of these incidents occurred. At the time these events took place, I was living in one of those “Mobile Home” parks where the houses can be driven somewhere by a semi, but otherwise are stable. I lived with my parents and my two older brothers. As a bit of background, it might be important to note that as a child I was afraid of nearly everything.

The first memory I have of my early childhood was in our first house when I was about 3. My mother had woken me very early because we were going camping that day, and I was standing in the doorway to my room. Across the hall was the room my brothers shared, with bunk-beds visible from my door. As I was standing there, sleepy eyed, I remember looking across the hall to see the ghostly figure of a skeleton standing in my brothers room.

Every other incident I remember took place in our second home, in the same lot and same neighborhood as the first home. The most notable occurrence of my childhood, would be the dreadful nightmares I experienced every night of my life up until I was 5 years old.

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Always Uneasy When I Visit

I was born 22 years ago in a small Colorado town an hour’s drive from both Farmington and Durango, just below Mesa Verde and a few miles from Ute Mountain. This was where I spent the first five years of my life before moving to Oklahoma. We still go back every year around summer for about a week or so to see family.

Now, the town being where it was, there was a heavy Native American population there and a reservation about ten miles away. Mostly Ute but a fair amount of Navajo as well. The culture was and still is very entwined into the town’s architecture and local art.

Now, as for the skinwalkers. As a child, I never learned the word or what it meant. Years later I came to learn that my mother (a white woman who had grown up well away from Native American culture and legend) always shuddered at the mention and hated the topic. She’s one of the ones who doesn’t necessarily believe in such things but she can’t be certain they aren’t real. I myself am a little more certain.

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Demon Mommy

Hi, I have been lustening to a lot of “true scary stories” on youtube, and while I generally have stories about people, I was reminded of this one incident involving what I believe was a demon.

This is true, I hope someone believes me.

I  am 18 now, living in the southern US, and when I was very young, let’s say, 4-6? I was living with both of my parents in an old farm house built by my great Grandfather.

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My Childhood Was Scary

Let me start off by saying that I never realized how odd these things actually were until I looked back at my childhood and my teenage years that only recently ended. It’s possible that I may have some weird crazy mental illness or something, but I doubt that. Probably the one real strange thing is that some of these began to stop just last year during the beginning of spring. Anyways, I’ll start from the story my parents have told me. My first time hearing this it was from a conversation with my mom about how imaginative I was as a baby.

She said that I had an imaginary friend who she thought to be a parrot because whenever I would “imagine” it, I would stare at one specific spot above me when I was in my cradle and smile and giggle. Only one day while I was smiling and giggling at my so called imaginary friend, my mom was strapping me into a carseat and when she closed the car door, I stopped giggling and began to cry while staring at the same spot. She said she thought she squished my imaginary bird friend. It was a weird story because one of my oldest memories was a blurry scene of staring at a car door while crying. Of course, that could just be me visualizing the scene.

That was supposedly when I was one. The next strange event kinda was the first domino to fall. I was eating some cereal at night while watching TV when out of the corner of my eye I see someone move into the kitchen. When I looked I didn’t see anything. What’s worse is that I heard nothing and that my parents were outside at the time.

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