This story happened when I was 4, I’m 14 now and I’m still terrified it will happen again. But first let me give a little backstory. My family was going through a huge court case and had decided to take away my Mom’s right to have me away(she was not happy of course)and had decided to give me to my grandparents on my Dad’s side of the family and let’s say that my Grandma on my Mom’s side was pissed. So now that there is some background let’s began. I remember that night vividly.
I was lying in bed having the best dream in my 4 year old life when it had turned into a horrific nightmare about someone staring at me through the window. I woke up in a cold sweat and looked at the clock which had read midnight. After looking at the clock, I laid back down and turned, facing the window. I just stared horrified at what I was seeing. There was a person staring at the window trying to see me.
Now I had curtains on my window so all I could see was a shadow of a person. I screamed so loud it woke the enter house. My grandparents came rushing in asking what was wrong. All I could do was point to the window. I turns out that the person outside my window was my Grandma on my Mom’s side.
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This story happened to me a little over 2 years ago. First let me give you some background. Almost every summer me and my Grandparents go to Missouri to visit my Aunt and Uncle, who live in the middle of nowhere in the woods. Also the nearest neighbor is a little over 6-5 miles away. Now that you know some background let me continue the story.
It was the Summer of 2015 and the time came to visit family in Nebraska and Missouri. I was 13 then and loved to see my family, even if it meant spending 2 days in a car. Nebraska was nice and I had a lot of fun with my cousins, so after staying there a few days we left for Missouri. Now for those of you who don’t know, Missouri is very very hot in the Summer, so picture a 13 year old with a book and a dead phone, with the AC of a Van trying to keep the car cool and on top of that having not eaten lunch yet. It wasn’t very pleasant.
Finally we pulled up in the driveway of my Aunt’s and Uncle’s house. They had a 2-story house if you count the basement. I loved their house because I love going out into the woods and just plan having fun, so their house was perfect. Me and my Grandparents started unloading the car while my Aunt and Uncle came out of the house to see us. They gave me a big hug and told me that I would be sleeping in the Living Room on an Air-Matrass.
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Disclaimer: All names have been changed for privacy’s sake. If this does make it to the video, you do not have to read this part.
I tell this story not as a call for attention but as a cautionary tale. I was fourteen and in a scout troop, about two years ago. My scout troop was relatively small. We were camping in an area adjacent to a hill. It wasn’t tall enough to be considered a mountain, but if you fell you would probably break something, and it was super steep. This is necessary to know.
After we had pitched our tents, it was dark. It was only about [10:00] PM, so we had some time.
We all decided to climb the hill. We were scouts, so hiking was our thing. The hill was so steep, we had to bring a rope and tie it to the fence. After I made sure it wouldn’t untie at a bad time, everyone else climbed up. We walked around and found a section of fence that appeared to have been trampled over. Behind the fence, there was an old circular, concrete building.
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First let me tell you a few things about me. I am a Man of God although when this story took place I wasn’t a Christian. I have also spent twenty four years in the outdoors, hunting, fishing, camping, and hiking. I am twenty eight so that’s a lot of time in the wilderness. I’m the guy everyone says that when the zombies come it’s my house they are going too. I know how to live off the land and know how to survive disasters that could happen. Part of being in the outdoors for as long as I have been is you see a lot of things most people don’t get to. I’ve seen some of the most beautiful sunsets and sunrises from being an avid fisherman and hunter.
However you also see things at the opposite end of that spectrum. I’ve witnessed predators hunting, people get hurt, and the downright scary. Growing up my whole life in Northwestern PA it was interesting to say the least. When you throw outdoorsman into the mix you get a brand new mix. I’ve seen a lot that Science refuses to admit is real. From the monster of Lake Eire to my favorite catfish hole being a UFO hotspot. Now with all that while creepy, the events of one July evening at Geneva Swamp take the cake.
About three or four years ago I had a few days off work. So my buddy Tyler and I had made a plan to do an all day fishing trip to Geneva. We had it set, bait, snacks, and drinks. We had our poles and tackle boxes packed up the night before. The weather called for warm and sunny day with a light wind. Any fisherman knows it’s a good day for fishing. Not to hot, cause if it is the fish won’t bite. If it’s too cold the fish are harder to catch because they are sluggish and not to mention very uncomfortable for you no matter if it’s hot or cold.
We arrived at Custards Bridge, for everyone who isn’t familiar with the area, it used to be an old steel bridge. It’s on a small back road called Mercer Pike. It’s an outflow to one of the small rivers in the county called French Creek. Geneva Swamp itself is the largest in Crawford county. It spans from Conneaut Lake PA all the way to Mercer Pike. Just about 5-10 miles. The swamp itself is beyond mysterious. There are three bridges that go over it. I-79 is one of the main highways in PA. There is also Snake Road bridge. These two bridges are floating bridges. The story goes that when they were building the interstate over the swamp they couldn’t find the bottom. They dropped cars, a railroad car, and a crane at full extension into the swamp. Never once did any of them reach the bottom.
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I should probably let you know that I live in a heavily populated area on the border of mexico.
I was born of two Nicaraguan Immigrants, who came to the United States both in the late 90s. Now, being born of migrants from a Central American country, I was bound to hear about folklore, and things of the such. One of these happened to be, the ‘Duende’. As a child, My parents warned me about this ‘thing’. If I was bad, or left from their sight, the ‘Duende’ would find me. I guess it was just some sort of scare tactic, things that parents do to make them obey you.
This happened several weeks ago, at 10 o’clock or so at night. I had recently taken a shower, and I ate my dinner. I came to my room, to finally get my rest for the next day, which was a school day. I’m a pretty tall, lanky guy, and my feet usually hang a bit off the end of me bed.
As per usual, I got to my room, and my cat ran in after. My cat had loved to sleep next to me, as I was a warm person to sleep next to. I had my phone near my bed, and I had taken it, to text a couple of friends before I fell asleep. I was texting a close friend of mine, and I heard my floorboard creaking.
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