The Ranch House

When i was 8, my sister and I were living with our mom in a small house near Camp Lejune in North Carolina. One day, i looked out my window and saw that there was a ramshackle house a couple blocks down. My mom let my sister and I go anywhere in our small community, so my sister and I decided to investigate. Our neighbors, Jessica and Marcia joined us. When we steeped inside the abandoned house, it smelled of mold, mildew, and cat urine. Jessica made a comment about it smelling like death, and I noticed Marcia shoot her a glance. Jessica didn’t say anything more. After we left, i had a feeling something was watching me. I looked back and saw nothing. The other 3 were completely normal. A few weeks later, my sister and I had gone to a pool party and we heard 2 teenagers talking about the ranch house near my house. As we listened, one of them said “Yeah. But, he was never found.” We were intrigued, so we asked my mom about it. She said the old house hadn’t been lived in for at least 15 years. I asked her why exactly, and she told me that a man who used to live in it went hunting in Pennsylvania and was expected to be back within a week. He never returned. After 11 days, there was a search party of about 300 people searching North Carolina and Pennsylvania. Even thought the search was long and exhaustive, no trace of the man was ever found. A few nights later, my sister shook me awake and told me to look out the window. I looked outside at the house in the distance and saw a bright light upstairs. I looked at my sister and she nodded, meaning that was what she wanted me to see. The next day, we woke up at 5 and dressed quietly. Our mom would kill us if she saw we were outside at that time. We both creeped over to the house – which was now dark – and looked inside. We saw something we hadn’t seen before. It was an old shoe. We both distinctly remembered no shoe being there when we had checked a couple weeks ago. My sister said it was either a prank or someone with a twisted sense of humor. A few days before the school year began and we had to move back with our dad, I looked one more time and saw someone walking towards the house. I ran towards the house and arrived to see the 2 teens setting down a coat on the floor. When they saw me watching, they froze and acted natural. I asked them about the shoe and they said they were putting stuff in the house and did it to scare the “C-Kids” which was their slang for city kids. They led me upstairs and showed me that the light my sister and I had seen was a spotlight they had been operating that night. I asked them about something I had seen that my sister didn’t. I had seen a filmy white figure roaming the house a couple nights after the pool party. I asked them which one of them it was and they both looked at the floor, then at each other, then at me. “That wasn’t us” they said. All of a sudden, all 3 of us had a feeling something was staring at us. We ran downstairs, but the feeling stayed with us. The 2 teens both looked back and screamed. I looked back and then it was MY turn to scream! We all saw a figure of a man with only half a face. The 2 teens were both 16, so they didn’t know that the man had gone missing while hunting. They only knew he was never found. We all decided that what we were looking at was the ghost of him. We attributed his bloody shirt to mean he was either shot or suffered an accident. The half-face? We aren’t sure about that. He shook a fist at us and then yelled. It was the most terrifying yell I’ve ever heard. It was something between a panther and screeching tires. We all ran without looking back again and burst into my house. My sister and mom looked up and saw all 3 of us collapsed on the floor. My mom asked what happened and we quickly said that we were scared because we saw a wolf (my house was across the street from some woods.) I told my sister before our dad arrived on the day we moved back and she didn’t say anything. I guess she believed me. To this day, I still think about that house. Did somebody buy it? If so, did they figure out the deal with the ghost? Was the ghost just melancholy or sinister? Also, will he ever find peace?
Note: A few weeks after I moved back, a man’s body was found in Allentown. He had half of his face missing, which was attributed to scavengers.

Look At Them Run

If you’re from the Peru-Converse area of Indiana, you probably know about Okie Pinokie. If you don’t, here’s a brief rundown.

Okie Pinokie is the local name for part of the Frances Slocum State Park, where County Road 510 E dead-ends in Peru, Indiana; the road merely makes a circle and doubles back into itself. It’s just a stone’s throw from the Mississinewa River.

Many who have visited it claim it’s haunted, but if you try to look it up online, you’ll get a lot of inconclusive results.

Supposedly at the turn of the last century, a 7-year-old girl named Stephanie was found brutally raped and murdered in the woods, and in the 1960s, four headless bodies were found in the circle formed by the road. More recently, a man was beaten to death in a robbery gone bad (this was in May of 2018). You can see scratches on one of the trees; they look like they’re made by a deer scraping its antlers on the bark, but they’re horizontal and have a space for an opposable thumb.

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The Priest

Okay first of all I have always had a hard time with darkness, almost all of the women in my family have some kind of “gift”. Most can feel spirits, some see and her them. Me however, I sometimes see them, feel them and hear them but only when it is completely dark. So I always sleep with the light on if I’m alone.

This experience started when I lived in my first apartment, I was 17 years old my father died half a year before and I couldn’t live with my biological mother. I had lived in the tiny apartment for about 2 months when I was visiting my aunt.
I was checking her bookshelf for books I hadn’t read and then I looked up to the top shelf. There it was, it was the most beautiful book I had ever seen. I asked her what it was and she looked at it pulled it from the shelf and handed it to me. She told me it was a 200 year old bible that had belonged to a priest at some point.

She gave it to me because I was so mesmerised by it, but I should never had taken it home. I showed it to everyone and displayed it on my own bookshelf. Nevertheless a month passed before something happened, my best friend stayed over and of course we turned off all of the lights. She quickly fell asleep but I couldn’t.
That night was the first time I saw Him, he was wearing the traditional priest robe, ha had black hair and was almost as tall as the doorframe.
He stood in the doorway leading from the entryway into the living room aka my bedroom, he didn’t move and I could only see him from the belly up. His head was tilted down but his angry eyes stared directly at me. I quickly woke up my friend, she couldn’t see him but she could feel his presence and she checked the entryway and turned on the lights. As you might expect I didn’t get anymore sleep that night.

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College Haunting

Everyone in our town knows that the college campus is haunted. It is one of those things that you grow up telling spooky stories about at sleepovers, making all the other girls squeal when you suddenly pull out the jumpscare. It wasn’t anything a lot of people really ever worried about, unless you went to the school.

I started college there back in the fall of 2010 as an art major. That meant I had to spend a lot of time in the humanities building. According to rumor, that was the most haunted building on campus. I have always been sensitive and over the years of doing things at the campus (it was the largest auditorium and what not in the town so a lot of plays and recitals happened there) I had felt many things over the years, but nothing much had really felt dangerous to me. I would get bad feelings around backstage and on the stairs that led down to the basement, but I generally shrugged them off as me just being a paranoid little kid.

After the first month or so, I got involved with a small group of people that enjoyed going ghost hunting on the weekends and they had gotten special permission from one of the art professors to stay in the building late that night. I was invited to go on this little hunt as my first tester trip. They wanted to make sure that I would stay calm.

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Old Land

I live on the outskirts of a small city in southern Alabama and have lived here my entire life. Most of my family, at least my Creek/Seminole ancestors since pre-Civil War era, have also lived in the area…that’s southeast Alabama and southwest Georgia. The land I live on was actually part of the trail that which Hernando DeSoto and his men took from Mobile, Alabama to the east coast of Georgia which might be a cause of some of the activity.

I will try to keep this short because I still have paranormal experiences from time to time but I’ll include the stories that include my Creek/Seminole ancestry… at least that’s what I think anyway.

When I was around 4 years old my dad and stepmom were dating. At this particular part of the story she spent the night and we shared the couch. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man. I covered my face with the blanket and waited a bit but the “man” never left. He continued to look at me. I noticed and told my dad that he looked like my half-Sioux cousin (who I didn’t know of or meet until middle school… kids are known for being more intuitive to this stuff) but I noticed that he had the same nose as me and my great-grandmother and I pointed at mine then at his. He smiled and slightly faded away. By this time, my now stepmother was awake after I started talking to him. She was understandably freaked out.

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I lived in a haunted house

So to start this story off, I was about 8-9 years old. And at the time we were moving to California because my dad had a job offer, keep in mind that he is in the film business so California was the place to be.

Now, we had found this really nice two story house in a really nice neighborhood. We signed a 2 year lease, and this will be important later. Anyway, when we first stepped into the house there was a terrible smell. So my mom, being the clean freak she was, decided to try and get the smell to go away.

So she had been trying this for a week or so with no luck. And that’s when things got weird, very weird. My mom would have these really creepy dreams nightly. When my little brother jack was born and he came to the house my was holding him by the fireplace and she set him down next to it because she was gonna grab the milk that had been heated up. Then she said suddenly she heard a voice in her head that said to get Jack to pick him up. After she had picked him up and ran towards the kitchen, the fireplace blew up. So we had a technician come and check it out, and we all we all were freaked out at this statement.

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The Girl In the Mirror

This was…fairly recent, and honestly I’m still shaken up. Let me give you some background.

I’m a 16 year old who never fits in and my parents think I’m insane. The house this encounter took place in is in Ohio, where I was born and raised. The people who live there are my relatives, and they aren’t exactly….normal people. We all have those oddballs in our families, right? Well, this goes way beyond ‘odd’. The man, whom we will henceforth call ‘Jack’, would flirt with my mother when she was young, and even does the same to me. So, fairly creepy. His wife, whom we will call ‘Jane’, is a former alcoholic. She herself is fairly normal, aside from the occasional tendency to act….extremely akward at almost every family outing. She respects privacy, unlike Jack. Jack is the kind of person to talk your ear off every chance he gets, and will even talk to complete strangers for as long as possible. Maybe he’s just lonely, but it can get pretty creepy. They’ve been married for many years, and have always had a strange connection to the house in which they live. The house itself is right on the edge of a forest, with Broken and rusty playground equipment out back. It’s on the top of s steep hill, and is extremely old, though I don’t know the exact age of the home.

What I’m about to tell you will seem fake. It will seem made up, and it will seem outlandish. But it happened. I had a witness to it happening and I’m sure he may still have the recordings. I never want to go back to that house, becuase of what I saw, heard, and experienced. Whatever is in that house…. Whatever is out in those woods……it’s not human. Maybe it used to be, but it’s not now. Not anymore.

My name is Sydney, and this is the story of the most terrifying night of my life.

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Intergenerational Horror

When I was in high school there was a class you could take that was connected to local history. I’m Canadian, but because I’m from the smallest province in Canada, we don’t get mentioned a lot in regular Canadian history courses, so I thought it would be a cool class to take. Our teacher was alright, a bit of a new-age nut, but she gave good grades and it was a pretty good blow off class. You took it to get your marks up.

Anyway, as part of the class, you had to do these little projects related to local history throughout the year. One of which was to tell ghost stories and legends we had picked up to the class at Halloween. I’m a writer, and really into all that horror stuff, so everyone expected me to do this assignment really well which kinda put some pressure on me. I gathered a bunch of different ghost stories, not knowing which would be better, and hoped for the best.

Come Halloween, we left our regular class and went to the auditorium across the hall. Our teacher, really selling the Halloween thing, turned off all the lights except for a flashlight she’d brought and handed it to me to get the ball rolling. I told a common one to start things off, about a local pirate myth, and then handed it over to the girl sitting next to me.

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