Guardian Nurse

This is a short, but quite interesting allegedly true story that my friend told me few days ago.

I am 16 years old female from Czech Republic and I’m studying nursing high school and help out the registered nurses when I can. I was fortunate enough to make a friend who was just finishing the last fourth year. Let’s call her Gabrielle.

Gabrielle and I became friends almost instantly and she was kind enough to share her experiences and tips, that’ll help me with my studies.

One night I jokingly asked her if there were any ghosts haunting the school, because it’s one of the oldest in my country. To my surprise, she said yes.

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So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama). Im also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods. At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

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Footsteps

My aunt was living in México with her two young children. They had moved into my old childhood home. A two story house that had an outdoor open kitchen, and it was a really nice house when compared to the other houses in that small rural town.

One night, her teenage niece was staying over because she wanted to use my aunt’s computer for a school project. So, my aunt and her children slept in together in her room, and her niece was supposed to sleep in the room next to theirs when she was finished using the computer that was in my aunt’s room.

My aunt was asleep when she woke up because she heard someone going down the stairs. She thought it was her niece that was going to sneak out of the house to be with her boyfriend or some rebellious teenage thing. My aunt waited and then she heard footsteps coming back up. She decided to not bust her niece since she came back up and didn’t end up sneaking out.

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When I was 15, I moved in with my grandpa.

I had lived at that house with my mom before when I was really young, and I always hated the upstairs floor because I had an encounter with a ghost there when I was 5 or 6. What had happened was I had been looking for my mom all over the house, and calling out for her.

“Mommy? Mommy? Where are you?” I already looked upstairs for her, but since I had just looked in the basement I figured she had time to go back up to her room.

When I got back up to her bedroom door and opened it, I again asked, “Mommy?”, only to find the shadowy figure of a man sitting on her bed across from me. He was watching me, and tilted his head. I heard him imitate me by asking, “Mommy?” as if he didn’t understand what it meant.

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Don’t Be A Security Guard

To start off, I’d like to give you some background to how I ended up working the night shift of a security job at a pharmacy in the middle of nowhere.

Being fresh out of high school with no immediate plans to go off to college, I decided that getting a job would be worth while. I live in a small town just off of a highway in the mid west United States, and when I say small, I mean small. Our population’s no more than 700. As you can imagine, in such a tiny community there aren’t too many well paying jobs, especially for someone with only a high school diploma.

Luckily for me, my grandfather owned and managed his own 24-7 pharmacy/drug store, and was more than happy to offer me a decent salary job as a security guard. He called me up one morning, and said that he had an “opportunity for some cash.” For reference, I’m a fairly mesomorphic guy, and I stand a little over 6’3″, so I wasn’t at all intimated at the thought of doing a hands on job like that. He continued, telling me that I’d have to work the night shift, from 7 PM to 7 AM. I already was sort of a night owl, so I had no problem being fit into the night time shift. He made the job sound easy enough. I’d receive limited training from the senior security guard, a quiet guy named Don, and all I’d need to do is make rounds around the building, making sure no junkies are trying to steal their prescriptions worth, or anything like that. Eager to start, I agreed, and 3 hours later, I started driving to the building.

The pharmacy was in a real weird location. 13 miles down the highway from my town, there was a little strip mall directly off the road. It consisted of my grandfather’s pharmacy, a now-deserted Burger King, a cheap run down motel, and a gas station. The pharmacy was the largest of the buildings in the strip mall. It was maybe half the size of your average Wal-Mart, and it was at the far end of the lot, closest to the woods bordering the strip mall and the highway.

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I slept with a ghost

This story takes place back in 2007 in my family’s farm house in Minas Gerais, southern east Brazil. Many weird things happened to members of my family in this house since it was build by gradmas’s father. It’s weird because this farm was build in the middle of nowhere back then and no family ever lived there before ours. I’ve heard many weird stories about this farm but nothig really happened to e into this day.

I was 15 years old when I went to the farm to visit my gradma’s brother who lives there, I was with my cousin that I will call Ellie and her father. We walked aroung the property taking pictures and posing around like any 2000’s teenagers would do. I was facing Ellie with my back turned to the house when she turned pale. I asked what happened and she said she has just seen a little boy wearing a suit standing in the balcony looking at us. The boy was aroung eight years old, had black hair and was very pale, but nothing else happened during this trip.

A few months later we had both forgot about the incident and we got back to the farm to our uncle’s and aunt’s 25 year anniversary celebration. Our intire family would spent the night at the house and them we all would go back home after lunch the next day. Even if the house is big there wasn’t enough space to all of us, so my cousin Ellie and I slept together in a air mattress on the flor in the reception room along with her brother in the couch and her father in another mattress in the same room. This room had a door that opens straight to the balcony where we first saw that little boy months before.

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I come from a huge, Irish family. I’ve got 11 aunts and uncles, not including their spouses, and each of them has from three to eight kids of their own. My grandparents used to tell us about when they were oppressed for being immigrants and couldn’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day publicly due to the strong xenophobia that surrounded Irish people when they were young. So, considering how large a family we have and how much we were taught to appreciate it, St. Patrick’s Day is a big deal for us.

Every year, we go to my tiny hometown, where the kids all get together and wreak havoc while every adult with access to alcohol gets so smashed that the older children have to corral the little ones before they start their own version of the purge. Everyone between ages 15 and 20 has to stay completely sober so we can make sure everyone else gets a safe drive home. I’ve had to get my fair share of aunts and grandparents back to their houses in the early hours of the morning, and by now I’m used to avoiding beer and taking care of them, even if I can now legally drink.

The year I’ll never forget, though, was in 2012, the St. Patrick’s Day immediately after I lost both of my grandparents on my father’s side. It really tore us apart, but we promised one another to have a great holiday, if only to honor their memory.

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Hi my name is jack i’m in 5th grade i’m 11 i live 12 blocks away from school so of course i have to take the bus my mom and dad has to go to work like always means that i have to go to the boys and girls club after school.

My mom woke me up an hour before school so i can take a shower, get dress ,brush my hair ,and don’t forget eat, my dad already left means i don’t get to say bye. Soon after the bus came i went outside, said bye to my mom and then left when i sat bye my friend named Zack we had been friends since kindergarten. We were playing eye spy to see who has better eye sight. he said i spy something green “that was easy” i said to myself. Right before i said the grass i saw someone with a gas mask and a……gun……he seemed to be following us to school i froze in fear while i watched as we passed him.

“Jack are you okay?” i heard A Zack ask “y…yea” i said while trying to get off  the bus “well bye see you after school” Zack said while waving at me i waved back. I ran to my class once i got in my seat the bell rung “okay class open your history book to chapter five and start where we left off” ms.hill said. i opened my book to chapter five but i cant get my mind off that mask guy

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Midnight Laughter

I live in Northern Wisconsin, where most of my family calls home. Except for my Father’s side of the family. They live in the middle of Minnesota, almost a 3 hour drive away from us. First and foremost, my family, especially my Father’s side, is very religious. Which is a large reason of why they never believe my odd experiences. I have never been the favored child either, always the clumsy and outcasted one. The one with the wild imagination. Two of the only family members around my age are my cousins, R and S. (For their privacy I will refer to them as their first initials). R is 9 months older than me, but always tries to act like I am the baby cousin. S is around 2 years older than me. We have always been close, when we were little we would take our Grandma’s hat pins, go around in a circle to each pick one, and then spill a secret to eachother, but recently we have been growing apart. It doesn’t help that I live so far away, or that I am having troubles with anxiety and depression. But back then, we were all attached by the hip.

The story begins at my Grandparent’s, with R and I begging to have a sleepover, they refused because she had church the next day. But our constant nagging and the thought of me not being able to spend time with her guilted our parents into letting me spend the night. Soon S arrived also, I was excited because I haven’t seen them in a very long time, and I had missed them. R’s house was a big one. There were 4 floors, including the basement. The main floor, with the kitchen and living room, upstairs with her parent’s room and two of her younger sister’s room along with the bathroom, downstairs with R’s and her other sister’s room, and finally the basement with its dark atmosphere, cold cement floors, and lots of closets. When we got settled in, i took a look around her room. Raggedy Ann dolls covered her shelves, normal for her but unsettling for me.

We were up for a while, talking and giggling. Then we soon fell asleep. I had a night terror about bugs crawling over me, ladybugs and ants. I woke up seeing them covering the bed with their squirming 6 legged bodies. I panicked but didnt want to wake my cousins up. Soon my eyes adjusted, and they disappeared. I was too tired to question what had just happened, so I went back to sleep. Suddenly, after what felt like seconds, I woke back up. I looked around, it was pitch black. Then, by movements my cousins made, I realized we were all awake. S and I were wide awake, feeling unsettled, but R was groggy and ready to go back to sleep, so she turned to face the closet. I looked out her open door and I swear i saw a faint glowing blue light coming from the top of the stairs. I told myself it probably wasn’t that late, so R’s parents were still up watching T.V.

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Something is in the Apartment

So this story takes place about 2 years ago, I’m now a 20 year old female living on the east coast of America. A little backstory: During my childhood, my mom and dad were constantly in and out of jail. My younger brother and I have lived with my saint of a grandmother since I was 7 and he was 5. My dad had been out for some time and finally found an okay apartment to live in, nothing special but it sufficed. My mother moved in too about two months later. My brother and I would visit whenever we could, which was pretty easy because our high school was a 25 minute walk or so from where they lived. Little did we all know, it would be the start of some bizarre events that none of us could explain. There are several instances so if I’m all over the place, I do apologize.

I remember the first time I walked into that building. I can’t explain the feeling you get as soon and you enter the through the door. It feels so cold and honestly, super depressing, like something horrible happened there. It was always something I kind of shrugged off and I chalked it up to my mind playing tricks on me. Now, my father was never the type of person to believe in the paranormal, and even I was sort of on the fence about it. I would try to rationalize these events to ease my mind in any way I could.

So rewind to 2015, I had just gotten back from a concert I went to with my dad (yes I know that sounds lame, but none of my friends were into metal so my dad was my designated concert buddy.) I was beyond tired after the show so I laid down and did my usual catching up on some YouTube stuff I missed. About an hour later, I finally decided to try sleeping. Because their apartment was so small, I would just drag a mattress into the living room and crash there, fancy living, I know. I had my head facing the door at the end of the hallway when I see what looked like a tall man, maybe 6ft in height, step out from the side room directly into the center of the hallway. He swayed back and forth for a good 30 seconds and then turned and walked back into the side room. Everyone else was sleeping so I just laid there, absolutely fucking paralyzed with fear. I had no way to rationalize it, I was wide awake, wasn’t drinking or anything. I somehow managed to fall asleep and I told my mom everything the next morning and what she began to tell me made my heart beat so hard, I could hear and feel it in my ears. She told me that for the past several months, she would be laying there watching TV when she would hear low guttural growls right next to her head. Then it started happening in the middle of the night. My mom is tiny and sweet looking but she is one tough woman, and she looked horrified telling me this. I think she was lowkey relieved I  experienced because all of this started making her feel crazy. It only started getting worse from here. Her and my father went to bed one night a few weeks later like usual. My mom got up in while my dad was getting ready for work when noticed that she had a pretty bad black eye that wasn’t there the night before. My mom was a light sleeper so she would’ve woken up if my dad had accidentally clocked her in the middle of the night. They just tried dismissing it, until my dad started waking up with long scratches all over his body. My mom was beyond freaked out but again, because my dad didn’t believe in the paranormal, he moved on. So fast forward maybe 3 months, we were all watching a movie and chilling like we usually do when my brother and I would go over. My dad sits up and goes “guys, look at my fucking shirt”, it literally looked like someone was tugging it, I don’t mean it was tugged lightly, it was pulled about 7 inches from his body but we couldn’t see anything holding the shirt. It looked like something out of a movie. We originally thought he was messing with us somehow until he proved he had zero to do with it.

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