So this was mid summer and I had gone to visit my mother, her boyfriend, and my step-siblings which were twins and maybe 1 year and a few months. I honestly didn’t care much for them and I was only there that summer because my 12 year old brother like my mom. It was around the end of the summer and she wanted Easter pictures of all 4 of her kids since she didn’t see me and my actual brother during the school year.
Now to set the scene, You have a really pissed off 16 year old female who hates her mother for leaving her who is only at her house over the summer so she doesn’t try to kidnap this teenagers brother, while all at the same time she had to babysit all summer.
I hated it there the entire time so I didn’t pay any mind to anyone the entire time… That was up until the day she wanted to the Easter pictures. My mother had the entire set up in the front yard and everyone is having fun and having food.
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I have always believed stories about people seeing their own apparitions, apparitions of their dearly departed and other stories of that category. One thing I wasn’t sure about was doppelgangers. According to stories, a doppelganger is a creature that resembles you or someone you love down to every minute detail. It’s almost like the German equivalent of the Wendigo. I started to believe after a scary encounter with my own in 2009.
I had just gotten home from school and got a call from my girlfriend. She asked why I was walking towards a library on the other side of town. I told her I wasn’t, but she insisted that she saw me. He had the same red hair, pale skin, and slight limp in his right leg (I had pulled a tendon the previous week). I swore that whoever it was, it sure as heck wasn’t me. I figured she was joking or just plain lying. However, I remembered that jokes and lying weren’t exactly priorities for her. I figured she made a mistake and forgot about it.
A couple weeks later, I had just arrived for work and one of my co-workers asked “Weren’t you just here getting a soda half an hour ago?” I confirmed that I had been home half an hour ago. He insisted that someone who looked exactly like me had gotten a soda. I was starting to get freaked out because he barely knew me, so seeing me would stick out in his mind, since he had never seen someone like me before I started working there. I continued to tell him that he must’ve made a mistake, but he was adamant that he didn’t. I told him that i was an only child, so it couldn’t be a twin and it sure as heck wasn’t my cousins, because they all look different and only 2 of them live in the state, but many, many miles away. I tried to focus on work, but his claims put me so off-track, the manager sent me home early, and I made the excuse that I hadn’t slept well the previous night. She told me to take care of myself. When I got back, my girlfriend called me and asked if it was me she saw on a city bus this time. I told her it was. For some reason, she immediately hung up after I said that.
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I know this is going to be hard for people to believe but God has put it on my heart to share my stories with people in the hopes that it will help others. I am a 39 year old man, and I am what could be called a spiritual warrior of God.
I have had numerous experiences with the supernatural throughout my life, but this one is one of my earliest battles:
When I was 16, I was hanging out a lot with a female friend of mine. We lived in a Podunk little town that was really nothing but a 4 way stop sign and a phone booth, but where she lived was the very definition of the middle of nowhere; way down a narrow old dirt road completely surrounded by woods and brambles.
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I have had strange experiences my entire life. I don’t know if they are paranormal, or some kind of Monster/Urban legend; I really don’t know but I’ll leave it up to you to decide.
I was just like any other 8 year old. Running around playing with my friends, being outside was always my favorite after school activity. To describe the lay out I am from a small town in Canada. Like really small, less than three thousand people including a couple of cows. I lived in a very tiny, newly developed subdivision. There was me, a few neighbors, and a field behind the house that seemed to go on forever. Throughout our little town and acres of farms there were abandoned barns. I had seen them all over and they were nothing special to me. They were two stories (the top being where they held feed), all made out of wood that was now rotting and generally they had small bits of a rusty red coloured paint that was mostly chipped away. All of them were abandoned a long time ago. There was one of these barns near my house, in the back field, tucked away in a little grove of trees; it was tucked into a little C shape of trees and had an opening about the size of a car you could get through to it.
I was out in the field playing by myself and running through the tall grass as I often did when I saw the barn. Now I had walked passed this barn hundreds of times with my friends and family…it was different now. It lost all it’s colour. It wasn’t that same brown wooden colour with some red it was black and white. The trees surrounding it, usually vibrant and green, now seemed pale and lifeless. I knew my mom wouldn’t want me playing in the barn as it was falling apart, but this one seemed together. Like it was newly built. (It’s probably good to note this was a time where your children would run around anywhere and parents were just kinda like “hey come inside before dark” and my parents were at work during this time).
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This is just one of the many stories I have had in my old child hood home but needless to say it was one of the worst.
Ever since I was born we had lived in this old house on the outskirts of my little village, near this area I had plenty of incounters with skinwalkers and other worldly things but you would think atleast you would be safe in your own home right?…. wrong.
Ever since I was a kid me and my family would have plenty of weard things happen you o us, such as finding the car keys in the basement even tho my dad left them in the kitchen, or the house land line phones randomly ring and when we picked up no one would answer back, you would think oh that’s probably just prank callers and clumsy behaviour but the thing is, no one and I mean no one ever goes in the basement and why would someone prank call pur house over 5 times a week, just to weard.
Anyways this little story happend when I was around 8 years old my parents went on a little “no kids holiday” and hired a babysitter to look after us, they soon packed up for a three day little “business” trip and headed off kisses me my younger sister and my older brother goodbye.
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My name is Indigo Idony-Moira, a now nineteen year old female living in Britain. At the time of this story.. I was only thirteen.
I had started my second year of highschool, probably half-way through the second-to-last term. I had a nice home, good parents and a brother. It all started when my parents started leaving me and my brother home alone more often, usually going to late night parties, ect. For a long, long, time.
One night, I was in my bedroom. It was way past my bedtime, and I was reading one of my many books I owned. While I was reading, nothing really felt… /wrong/, should I say… nor odd. It was when I put down my book, turned off my nightlight and was about to head off to bed was when things started to get.. strange. First, I heard a gentle knock on my window – even though I had closed my blinds and curtains. I stood up from my bed, walking over and looking through the crack in my curtains and lifted up my blinds, to see nothing. It could’ve been a few scallies ( people who seemed to be a bit sketchy / weird ) messing around or something.
What happened next scratched that idea for me. I heard the faint, distant noises of a horn. You know, the ones that you would squeeze and they would make a noise? Yeah, those kind. I closed my eyes, checking the time – somewhere around eleven. Great.
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(Sorry for any spelling/grammar problems, I tired my best.)
For context, I live in Virginia, the south western side near the Appalachian mountainous near a small, historical town called Abingdon. We have our fair share here of haunting, between the Martha Washing Inn, to the Barter Theater, and the supposed ghost hours outside on the grounds of the Martha. I still have yet to take the haunted tour they do here every October, but I digress. This story is about my home, a small barn house on a back road going form Abingdon to Glade Springs. This is the place I used to live.
I’m going to be vague, as I prefer to stay Anonymous and have a grandmother who loves being on the internet. She was very… expressive in stating our house wasn’t haunted. However, the encounters I had at this place stick with me as being a very creepy experiences, more so than when we caught a ghost on our camera at the St. Augustine Lighthouse.
Background first on the house, as I said it was an old farm house, used to be a log cabin before the owner added more onto the place. When we rented it from the landlord, they had recently painted it and were cleaning up the place. It sat near a small here where this old concrete barn was that was already being rented out to some people who had cattle. The drive way wasn’t long, but about a good 10 to 15 feet, on flat road that surround the two pastures before you pulled around the first small curve to the large elder oak that black half the house. Our yard was about the size of a normal trailer long ways in the front, and along the sides about half the size of a trailer long ways. The back yard was the size of two men arms apart to the electric fence that kept the cattle in their side. On the right side of the house, facing the road, was where the cars parked, on the left was where the fence started for the pasture that had this old iron and wood building hidden by bramble and honey suckle. This the side that also had this large, toddler shaped flat rock that was four feet from the small kitchen and washroom window.
The house was big, two stories and had an attic, that we sealed off due to birds and bees making nests in it. The living room was on the left side of the house from the middle entrance hall that had the stairs going up, from there you walked into the kitchen, to the bathroom on the far side, this side also led the covered back porch. On the right was my grandparents room, upsides of that was on the left mine and my sisters rooms and the right my parents room.
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A bit of backstory: I am a female, and the school I went to at the time was very old, and had a fair bit of incredibly disturbing legends and stories surrounding it, lots of stories about mysterious deaths and suicides on the property. For example: when the school was a high school, a girl was severely bullied all day, every day, so one day, after being humiliated in front of the whole school, she followed the janitor up to the roof, hid until he left, then…. she jumped.
I am still unsure if the story about the girl was true, or if it was told just to scare me, but the events that take place in this story make me lean more so towards the fact that this story could be true.
This happened a while ago, and as I look back at this I wish I never tried to investigate…
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First of all , I’ve had weird encounters with the paranormal, the island I’m from is haunted so it doesn’t really scare me .
I’ve watched a small plastic ball bounce down each stair and i just looked at it.
But this one was by far the scariest encounter I’ve ever had.
I went to school in a rural town, quite old. So I was no stranger to seeing things out of the corner of my eye
So one day , when I was about 8 , I was in elementary school, and the school board was doing renovations to the school, and on this particular day , I went into the girls washroom , keeping in mind that i never went into public bathrooms because of all the ghost stories we where told that revolved around the K-3 grade bathrooms, both boys and girls, like the bloody mary stories and the candyman stories. It was scary when you hear the stories all the time .
I was washing my hands and I heard something, so naturally I looked behind me, glancing at the stalls . I took a good sized breath and gathered my courage to ask if anyone was there but all that came out was a quiet squeak. I turned back to wash my hands and I heard the same thing, it was the most godawful, creepiest laughter I’ve ever heard . And it sounded close , I jumped and looked around , checking to see if it was one of the other girls , no one was there. So I went to the paper towel and began to dry my hands when I heard that same horror movie laughter again , and the lights in the bathroom went out. Needless to say I practically flew out of that bathroom and never used it again .
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For some background I am a 14 year old female, I live in England and have grown up in a house that was built on the land of an old mental asylum. So throughout my life I’ve had many creepy things happen to me, my family and people that just come around and visit. But personally this is the creepiest thing that has happened to me in my house.
It was around July/August 2018, I can’t remmeber the exact time I just know it was in summer, it was just a normal night with me staying up on my phone until the early hours of morning, you know how it is. Up until about a year ago I was never able to sleep in the dark so it was kind of a new thing to me since I’ve always had a night light. So at about 2am I turned of my light and went to sleep.
Then at around 4/5am, once again I can’t remember the exact time, and I woke up to something but I didn’t know what. I looked around letting my eyes adjust to the darkness and I know it sounds so cliché but if you experience it you will know it’s an actual feeling but I genuinely felt like I was being watched and I was so on edge but it was pitch black in my room so I couldn’t see anything.
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