A weird hobby my friend got me into is tunneling, the act of exploring storm drain tunnels, and the area where I live has lots of them. Quite a bit of odd stuff happens whenever we go but this particular story is the creepiest and why we made a frequent habit of “back checks”.
It happened a year and a half ago as of now. It was winter break, well almost actually. It was our last day of school and after lunch, we had no more final exams to take but the school wanted us to stick around for the remainder of the day. We didn’t really care so we just ditched. My friend who I’ll call Danny was taking me and my other friend who I’ll call Terry, to a tunnel that wasn’t terribly far away from the school. Danny had a little experience tunneling but Terry and I had never been before. I was a little nervous but we had already started walking so I couldn’t back out now. We went to a gas station to get snacks and drinks, wandered around a bit trying to find the place, then we finally arrived at the place.
I only brought a small flashlight with me since it was all I could get my hands on, but Danny brought some cheap Walmart flashlights and headlamps for us. When I stepped into the tunnel my fear melted away, it was exciting to be exploring a new place. I walked further in taking the lead and breaking away a bit from Danny and Terry. The entrance was covered with graffiti, it stretched all around and no spot was left empty. I slowed down a bit so Terry and Danny could catch up. I was fine at first but my fear started to creep back up on me. It was mostly the cars that got to me, you could hear the echos of tires running over grates echo throughout the tunnel and it was impossible to tell where they came from and how far they were. It was a creepy ambiance that got in your head and it combined with the darkness that our cheap flashlights barely cut through to make the environment seem alien and oppressive. Danny wanted to lead and Terry didn’t care so I happily sandwiched myself into the middle as I thought it was safer.
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I currently live in the Midwest in the United States. I’m 24 and my boyfriend and I, let’s call him John, live in a small 2 bedroom house in a quiet town. I’m here to share what’s been happening for the past few weeks.
A couple months ago, I started noticing things either going missing or things not being where i had placed them just moments before. Like if i were to get ketchup out of the fridge and set it on the counter and go to the oven to put food on my plate, the ketchup bottle would be gone or moved. Or if i were to plug my cell into the charger, leave the room and come back a few minutes later, it would be unplugged. For awhile, i just let these things happen because i figured it was john playing jokes on me,
One particular day, John was in a poor mood and snapped at me to stop moving his things. At first, I thought he was joking, trying to get a rise out of me. I thought he wanted me to call him out on moving my things. I realized he wasn’t joking. For weeks, he genuinely thought i was messing with him and i thought the same. John and I aren’t necessarily new to the supernatural and superstitious. We’ve both grown up with strange things happening to us, i guess because we’re susceptible people who believe in odd things. So, we thought we had a ghost or a trickster or something, messing with us for it’s own amusement.
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Hello! My name is Anna and I wanted to tell a couple stories that ether I have experienced or some that my mom has told me.
The first one is by far the creepiest thing that I remember. I lived with.my mom and her then boyfriend in this L shaped house. The house was already creepy as hell for example: Rooms would be really cold, everyone who was there had this creepy feeling of being watched or that something would go wrong in 2 seconds, or seeing things out of the corner of your eye, seeing weird dreams and hearing unnatural noises ect. The usual. But anyway. I was sitting at a table in a hall where I could hear my mom working in the kitchen and see my moms then boyfriend watching ice hockey. I was playing with dinos and next to me were thease two really old chairs, they were painted white and one had a yellow seat and the other a purple seat. I was always creeped out by them. So I was having fun being a 6yo until I heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. It lasted for like 0.5 seconds but it was enough to get me to start looking for the source. And right as my eyes hit the purple seat chair I froze. It had turned to face straight at me. I jumped out of my seat and ran to my mom wide eyed. I was hyperventilatign. It was terrifying. I know it’s not a long story but yeah… creepy.
The second one is probobly a much shorter one but imma tell it anyway. When I was maybe 3yo I remember always stealing tomatos and cucumbers and munch on them in secret in a closet. My mom would always be mad when she found me. But suddenly I stopped wanting to go into the closet and thats where my memory fades. After a while when I was around 10yo my mom told me this and this freaked me the eff out. Apperadently I stopped going to the closet because I started seeing something. Apperadently it was this human looking thing… a dark shadow I don’t know how the hell to describe it. It had black eyes that you couldn’t make out but even though you couldn’t see the eyes it felt like it was starring into your soul. After I had told the description of this… thing. My mom had called a preast and after that it was.gone but I was still too scared to go into the closet. The scariest thing about this to me was the fact that when she told this description I got a small sorta video clip of sitting in the closet munching on a tomato and lifting my head and seeing this thing stare at me.
The third story im going to tell is from one of my moms friends daughters. Their house is by far the worst of creepy i’ve ever been in. I remember hearing (lets call the daughter Sally) Sallys parents and my mom talking about the house. All I managed to hear from them was: There where footstwp noises constantly, certain room for example the kitchen were cold as all hell, noises of doors in the middle of the night, scratches, screaming, shouting etc. It scared me. But one of Sallys stories scared me so much I never wen’t back to that house. Lets get started. Im going to tell this in Sallys prespective: I woke up in the middle of the night to nothing wich was odd. After adjusting I saw a shadowy figure starring at ne in my closet mirror. I blinked and it was outside of the mirror in my room still staring at me. I blinked once again and it was at the end of my bed. I blinked again and it was on the wall. I blinked one last time and it was right in my face. I blinked and it was gone. Ive never ever slept with the lights off since. We went ahead and burned the mirror with the closet afterwards.
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I’m a 26 year old female from Saskatchewan, Canada. My story happened about a decade ago, but it has been cemented in my memory. Even though I think of what happened often, I rarely share it with anyone because the people I have shared it with, either don’t believe me or think that I’m exaggerating.
Any ways, being a teenager in a
small prairie town, there wasn’t
many choices for entertainment
besides going to a fast food joint
or getting a coffee. That gets old
very fast and you find other
sources to pass the time. Myself
and a group of friends resorted
to exploring the few abandoned buildings our town has to offer.
The one we most frequented was a 3 story abandoned building with all windows boarded up on the first floor, which actually benefited us because it made people think the building was inaccessible and we would never have to worry about visitors or even police officers. We had a choice of pulling a piece of plywood aside and crawling into the first floor, or climbing up an outside arch to the second story where the windows were broken and safe to climb through. After countless times of our first story entrance being nailed shut, we would always use the second alternative.
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I have been to almost a fifth of the states in the US for long stretches of time, and have always gotten something out of it. An interesting picture, weird occasion, odd personal stories, pretty much everything. When I went to Kentucky for a week-long vacation, I expected to maybe have a souvenir. Instead I got something much more than I bargained for.
One night, I was walking in a field somewhere in the eastern part of the state, I believe. I had just listened to a story on someone’s podcast about the poison hornets, which are supposedly hornets that were exposed to chemicals in Ohio. Anyway, before I left, they were about to bring up a story from Kentucky, but I turned the radio off before they did. I decided to just walk around aimlessly and do nothing. As I did, I saw something tall and thin walk into a tree line. I followed it and soon saw that there was nothing there. No man, woman, child, or even a ghost or skin walker (which I was half-expecting). I decided to do something that may be illegal, and set up a trail camera I brought with me, in case I saw a strange animal and wanted to capture it. I wound it around a sturdy tree and left for the night, then hunkered down in my rented car and slept. The next morning, I trudged out to the spot and saw something weird. The camera was lying on the ground, and the branches of the tree were lower than I remembered. I had a sense of unease, so I grabbed my camera and booked it out of the woods.
While eating at a diner, I heard a man telling the waitress about a living tree. “I insist that the tree can move on its own” he said with clear conviction. Another person said that it was the Man-Mantis of Kentucky. A creature that was a mantis as big as a man, and very muscular, which allowed it to bend objects until they looked entirely different. I decided to research what he said and found that he was one of only a few that reported that particular thing. Soon, I talked to a man who lived in KY his whole life, and he told me what it really was. The GOATMAN!
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This encounter was a rather bizarre one that vividly stands out in my mind. Within the year 2012, a few months following the untimely passing of my beloved pet cat named Sam, me and my family started experiencing weird sightings in the surrounding area. These events are what I strongly believe to be the spirit of Sam.
In my family house, where I lived with my parents and sister, we have a reasonably sized backyard, fenced off by chain link fencing. The back windows of the house had a nice wide view of the yard and neighboring yards as well. I live in a wooded area, so it wasn’t unusual to see all kinds of animals roaming around. But one day, a cat that looked eerily like my cat Sam appeared at the very corner of the yard, right against the chain link fence looking in towards the house. Usually we would tell each other when we’d see cute animals out the window, but this time it was different. We felt uncomfortable after grabbing our binoculars for a closer look, as we didn’t want to go out and startle the cat. It turns out, it had the same fur patterns and eye color as Sam did, even the same body type.
This spooked us a bit, and understandably caused mixed feelings, as it reminded us of our late cat. We continued about our day, but a half hour had passed and the cat was still sitting there, very intently staring at our house. It was uncomfortable to say the least, I didn’t know what the cat’s deal was, but I wished it would find something to do other than creepily stare our way.
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I can remember things early on in my life, things my mother still claims there is no way I should I was so young. It might have been because I was a very observant child, or maybe it was because of the things that happened to me that stood out and embedded themselves in my mind. Things, that to this day stick out in my mind as if they happened yesterday, when they happened 23 years ago.
We lived with my grandmother when I was young, then an apartment, then back with my grandmother, then to a house an hour away in a town by the Mississippi river. It was a ways away from the flood zone but the basement’s sub pump refused to work properly so the basement would flood on a regular basis. I was six when we moved to that house and the only thing that ever made me feel off about the place were the old attic access doors in my rooms that lead to these dark area’s. I had always felt if I went in I would never be able to get out again, it scared me deeply, so I would never open them.
I was seven when I started getting these dreams that never made much sense to me, of places i’d never been, things that hadn’t happened yet and things that I couldn’t have possibly known had happened. At this point, I couldn’t talk to my mother about these things, and when I would go out to my dads I would have other experiences that he wouldn’t tolerate me talking about, so for a long time I kept all this to myself.
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First of all, hello! Please bear with my lengthy tale, as every word of it is true. I have had a number of experiences in various situations, but I am honestly a very logical person even towards my own encounters.
So take these accounts of mine as you will, since I can only share what I myself, have witnessed.
As far as I can remember, I have had this..feeling…where I just “knew” things would happen, or at the very least, whether something I was about to do would have more of a good or bad impact on my life.
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This story was relayed by my father exactly once, shortly after it happened, to a roomful of adults. I was five at the time, and clearly not meant to hear it. I have asked him about it since, and he claimed to have no idea what I was talking about.
In the summer of 1992, Burger King ran a campaign offering inflatable toys with the Disney characters, Figaro and Cleo, on them. I remember that my brother and I had one, and then one day, it was just gone. I didn’t understand why until I heard my father tell his story.
He would work during the night time and come home very late. He was standing in our dark kitchen one night, making himself some dinner and a drink. According to him, our inflatable Figaro toy was sitting high up, on top of a cabinet. To this day, I have no idea why it would have been there, or how it would have gotten there, since that was a highly unusual place to find anything of ours.
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I am into a lot of paranormal things and I have had a fair share of the same experiences as everyone else has. Whenever it comes to paranormal things I just like to mess with it for fun and never really take it seriously. The first mistake whenever it came to messing with paranormal stuff is whenever I found this online ouji board I didn’t think it was really at first, but once I started messing with it more I came to find out that it was all too real and it was very distrubing a spirit talking to me in general, but I have learned my lesson about paranormal stuff, I really need to be more careful about what kind of stuff I mess with next time, espically paranormal stuff.