They don’t pay me enough for this…

So let’s begin with at the time of this I was working at a local restaurant chain and I was working a swing shift, so I would often be alone. I would go in at 4am and open at 6am and then later in the week close the restaurant at 9pm and be there till 11pm for these hours I was alone. I am a female standing 5″2 and about 140lbs so an average 26year old.

Now I enjoy being alone, I liked the time to myself getting paid without dealing with people and cleaning or prepping for the day or the next day. But anyways, I didn’t really notice much of anything out of the ordinary at first, but one night I was about 15minutes till close and I had started cleaning up watching the clock and the empty parking lot.

Well no one had come in and finally it was closing time so I walked over to the door and pulled the neon open signs cord out and walked directly to the bathrooms. Now where I worked lots of drug addicts would use the individual bathrooms to shoot up or smoke etc so I always checked the bathrooms before I locked up.
Anyways I make sure to bang on the doors really loudly before I open the doors and make sure no one is inside before I turn off the lights and make sure to check the lobby.

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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.

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My former best friend and I used to go on a lot of walks together back in 2017. We live four blocks away from each other and neither of us could drive at the time so it was one of the things we like to do and were able to do to get out of our houses. It was in summer and it was always especially nice out at night. Anyway, there’s a park in our town within walking distance which was one of our usual haunts. To get there you could either stay on the sidewalk or you could take a shortcut on this path along the river called the riverwalk, which we would take to enter and leave the park. This instance happened one night when we were leaving the park via this shortcut around 10pm. The moon was pretty bright so you could still see everything, even though there weren’t any lights. As we were walking we passed this one spot that has a small set of steps leading down to the river bank. The conversation had lulled and I looked directly at the steps. They were empty. I looked at her and made some comment on the weather being nice, or something along those lines. When I looked back at the trail I immediately noticed the stairs in the corner of my eye. They weren’t empty anymore. There was a man there, sitting on the top step, watching us walk past. Right away I felt cold, almost like swimming through a cold spot in a warm pool. I also only knew he was watching us from the way his head was facing right at us. I couldn’t tell from his face because it wasn’t there, even though I should have because of the moonlight. After all, I could see my friend’s face and she had her back to the moon. Instead of a face, there was only a black void. I kind of seized up, and I could only walk past robotically. That in of itself is kind of weird, because even at this time of night, at least where I live, you always acknowledge the people you walk past with a wave or a simple “hi.” But I couldn’t speak, not even to my friend. Now, I rarely get scared. Startled, sure, but almost never scared. What I felt that night was pure instinctual terror as I walked past this man. Normally I would have thought this was a hallucination, as I have been known to have them in the past, but a few minutes after I saw the man, my friend said she saw and felt the exact same things in the exact same way. For a long time we had no idea what that was but looking back on it now and after hearing other stories, I believe this to be a shadow person.

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I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere Eastern Washington. Not the lush forest and raining all the time washington. Dry, dusty, hills on fire every summer, racist, small town Washington. I’m not going to use real names for Towns but if anyone reading this is from eastern washington you’ll probably know where I’m talking about. The town I grew up in had only two bars in it, a post office, gas station, convenient store and two schools. Elementary and the high school\middle School was further down the road. Since there weren’t a lot of kids, the middle school and high school kids were all in the same building. Like I said small town. This story though takes place in the neighbouring town 15 minutes or so down the road when I was 15 years old.

My best friend Nathen lived in town right in the middle of the university in some of the lower income apartments. These apartments weren’t that bad for being low income like other places. They were nicely kept up and not to many druggies around that area but a lot in the surrounding. I prefered hanging out at his apartments and around the university than my shabby falling apart trailer residing in the middle of methsville. Nathen and I have known each other since kindergarden and have been best friends since the very first day. We ended up both getting in trouble for writing on the walls so we got put into chairs facing the wall together and we had gotten into trouble together ever since.
We went to the same school for the first couple years after he moved up here from Alabama. Eventually his parents divorced in 3rd grade him, his two sisters, and their mother moved out to the next town over, so he had to go to school out there. We could never just not be best friends for life. So we kept in touch with phone calls, emails and little letters telling each other about our days at school and how much we hated our teachers and stuck up peers and school, work we were proud of. We even got to hangout at each others houses for entire weekends every weekend. I had just turned 15 in December when I had to deal with my bio mother dieing of a drug overdose. Both of my parents were heavy drug users and my father is still to this day a drug dealer. I have a lot of horror stories growing up because of this but those are for another time. A couple months after my mother died my father went to jail for a bit. I don’t remember how long but it was a couple months.
He was in and out of jail a lot throughout my entire life, When he came out he was different, he was worse than before. He’d always been the devil himself to me but somehow he had became even worse.

Months later right before summer started my bio father kicked me out because I had told someone something that had happened to me. Again another story for another time. 15 and on my own I was couch sufering for awhile (I did end up finding a forever home) around my shitty tiny town just trying to finish out that year of school before summer hit. I felt like once summer hit and I had more free time I would be able to figure out what I would do about everything then. This was the early days of facebook and not everyone had a phone in their pocket so just like any normal kid in those days, the library is where I spent most of my days. We had an hour time limit on Billy. One of the names of the computers available for public use at the library. Slow as all hell and loud as shit I would scroll through facebook seeing if any of my friends were on to see if I could crash with them and their family for a couple of days. Nathen was the only one that was on and he was also the only one that had messaged me. His mother was gonna be gone for a couple of days for something or another and his sister’s were staying at their father’s house. Nathen and his father were never on good terms so he didn’t go over there to visit as much as his sisters. He was going to be home alone for almost a week and his mother agreed on me staying with him while everyone was gone. She just wasn’t able to come get me and the people I was staying with didn’t have the time or means to transport me into the next town. We agreed to walk down the trail that connects the towns, meet up in the middle and walk back together smoking cigarettes his mother had gotten him and weed we had obtained. ( we were considered the bad kids in town. We got into a lot of shit together. We had shitty lives and should’ve died many times but boy did we have fun.)

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I had never seen or believed in any paranormal until this experience. As I kept walking I spotted a light almost like a candle just floating in mid air about 10 mitres in front of me, my dog froze in fear and started aggressively barking at whatever it was ahead. I wasn’t to scared at first until I noticed it started inching closer to me, so I decided to walk quickly back to the house looking back every few seconds to make sure the light wasn’t following.

I made it home safely and I couldn’t stop thinking about what the could’ve been or was it just my mind playing tricks. As I went to bed I couldn’t shake the feeling something was looking at me so I flicked the light on and sat staring in to space for a few minutes until I turned the light back off . I led there staring at the wall when all of a sudden a small light shone just outside my window seeing my room is on the bottom floor, I stumbled out of bed at to the window, as I looked my stomach dropped as I saw the same candle light as I did before and all of a sudden in went out and my room was pure darkness. I woke up the next morning to fund my windows open a few inches and from the point on I was paranoid.

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I was around 8-10 years old when my aunt rented out a small section of this friendly old woman’s house in Lowell Vermont. The house was huge and had a swimming pool. My dad would bring me and my sister there all the time over the summer, to go swimming and to hang out with our 3 cousins. after the first week of them being there our cousins started telling us creepy stories about the house, seeing shadows at night, nails flying out of the walls but the painting staying suspended for minutes before slamming on the opposite wall, and foot steps in the halls. i just figured they were trying to scare us. Never the less, i never liked staying after dark.

One day after swimming we all decided to play hide-and-go-seek. It was the middle of the day so paranormal activity didn’t even cross my mind. I found a nice little spot in a closet to set up camp, and sat there for what felt like an hour, no one had even entered the room. right before i decided to give up and just find everyone i heard foot steps come running into the room. i could slightly see threw the cracks in the closet door and saw what looked like my sister but i could’t be sure. after a few seconds, who ever it was ran back out of the room.

I got bored and figured no one was looking for me anymore so i get out of the closet and in the corner of my eye i see someone dart past the door way down the hall toward the living room, i go chasing after them thinking it was my cousin or sister but as i leave the room there is no one there. Then, the creepiest little head peek around the corner, see’s me and then darts back behind the wall. i still think it’s my cousin or sister so i continue down the hall into the living room. it’s dead quiet and no one is in sight, i see a flash of darkness go past the sliding glass doors heading outside going from left to right, at this point i was getting scared, i saw they way it passed by the door, it just floated by and was pitch black. I didn’t move, i hoped and prayed my sister would come along so i wasn’t alone with this…thing, a few seconds pass and my dad walks in and tells me it’s time to go. without hesitation i run outside and hop in the car and wait for my dad to drive us off. as i’m sitting there i notice a black figure dash across the front of the car going toward the house. i look over and see a silhouette of a man standing in a window waving at me. I cover my eyes and put my head down. I wish i could say i never went back.

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I guess I’ve always been a weird guy.

This happened on New Year’s Eve 2016. Most kids at school had planned to go to a party at some popular kid’s house. His parents were out of town celebrating. But I wasn’t a normal high schooler looking to get drunk. I wanted a thrill to start off the new year, as part of a larger New Year’s resolution I had made to start doing things that pushed the limits. More danger, more excitement, more daring. I guess this was my rebellious stage of sorts. There was only one place I knew of that could provide the kind of adrenaline I was looking for.

At the edge of my town (a mid-sized city in Oregon), there is an old abandoned meat-packing plant, for pork I think it was. It hasn’t been in use for over fifty years, and though you would expect it to be a hotspot for urban explorers or teens wanting to hangout, for some reason people seemed to make an effort to avoid the plant. The few people who would dare to enter refused to say much about it, normally deflecting and changing the subject. But me being the lunatic I am, I saw it as the perfect New Year’s destination. I would even go alone, just to make it that more surreal.

I left in my old green sedan about 10:30 p.m., and it took about half an hour to get to the other side of town from my house. The street lights started growing far and few between, with only an occasional house on the old farm road leading to it. I could see the silhouette of a towering, dark red-brick building on the horizon, and yet I felt oddly calm driving up to it. No fear at all. Pretty soon, I turned off on the gravelly road through the trees that led to the plant, confidence growing as I got closer. But the serenity I had been enjoying disappeared the moment my headlights hit the entrance.

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I was 5 when my family and I moved into the house that we still live in today.

All of the paranormal happenings started not long after we moved in.

The first few weeks of being in the house were fine, until I started waking up at 3am exactly every morning, I still do to this day, I’m almost 19 now. When I first started waking up at this time, I didn’t think much of it because I was young and didn’t know what the witching hour was.

I would also sleep with my door open at night, and that is when things started to escalate. I started to see a shadow of a man standing in my door way every night.

There was never any details to the man, it was just a large black solid figure that would take up my entire doorway. I never told anyone about it because I just thought it was me being tired and seeing things until one day, I was in our basement and I was an only child at the time so I would spend a lot of time alone, playing and dancing to music down there.

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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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