Glad I wasn’t alone

This happened about 3 months ago, which was September from today. Me and my friend Justin were gathering our gear to go for a deer hunt. It was a little past noon, so we didn’t expect animals to start moving yet, so we had some time to get prepared.

Our usual hunting spot is only a mile and a half walk from our property. The spot we like to sit from gives us a view of the whole area. It is on top of a hill, in a field. The woodline is directly behind us, so we are quite close to some deer bedding. I was armed with a compound bow, while Justin had a crossbow, with a scope.

Our plan was to sit till about 6, since it usually gets dark at [5:45]. One thing about our hunt kind of had me on edge, and that was that the area was a bit quiet, besides the occasional leaf falling, or wind gusts.

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Scared Sober

I come from a huge, Irish family. I’ve got 11 aunts and uncles, not including their spouses, and each of them has from three to eight kids of their own. My grandparents used to tell us about when they were oppressed for being immigrants and couldn’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day publicly due to the strong xenophobia that surrounded Irish people when they were young. So, considering how large a family we have and how much we were taught to appreciate it, St. Patrick’s Day is a big deal for us.

Every year, we go to my tiny hometown, where the kids all get together and wreak havoc while every adult with access to alcohol gets so smashed that the older children have to corral the little ones before they start their own version of the purge. Everyone between ages 15 and 20 has to stay completely sober so we can make sure everyone else gets a safe drive home. I’ve had to get my fair share of aunts and grandparents back to their houses in the early hours of the morning, and by now I’m used to avoiding beer and taking care of them, even if I can now legally drink.

The year I’ll never forget, though, was in 2012, the St. Patrick’s Day immediately after I lost both of my grandparents on my father’s side. It really tore us apart, but we promised one another to have a great holiday, if only to honor their memory.

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I saw him on the bus

I saw my ex boyfriend on the bus today. That isn’t necessarily scary, so much as stress-inducing. But let me give you some backstory so you’ll understand why it upset me so much.

I’m an eighteen-year-old female on the west coast of Canada, and when I was dating this guy – we’ll call him Cam – I was sixteen. We had a really strong relationship, as we were best friends before we were romantically involved. We dated for almost a year, until I went out of province to Quebec on a summer exchange to learn French. At the same time, Cam went to a cadet camp in Alberta with his squadron. When we came home, I received a message on facebook from a girl in Alberta who claimed that Cam had cheated on me with her. When I confronted Cam about this, he confessed that she was one of five girls that he had cheated on me with. Needless to say, I dumped him.

I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and after the break up I became incredibly depressed. I hadn’t wanted to break up, and I was still really attached to him. I attempted suicide, and ended up in a coma in the hospital after overdosing. I woke up after a day, and when I was fully recovered I was moved to the Psychiatric ward. I actually have a few other stories about people in the psych ward that I can write later, if requested.

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Midnight Laughter

I live in Northern Wisconsin, where most of my family calls home. Except for my Father’s side of the family. They live in the middle of Minnesota, almost a 3 hour drive away from us. First and foremost, my family, especially my Father’s side, is very religious. Which is a large reason of why they never believe my odd experiences. I have never been the favored child either, always the clumsy and outcasted one. The one with the wild imagination. Two of the only family members around my age are my cousins, R and S. (For their privacy I will refer to them as their first initials). R is 9 months older than me, but always tries to act like I am the baby cousin. S is around 2 years older than me. We have always been close, when we were little we would take our Grandma’s hat pins, go around in a circle to each pick one, and then spill a secret to eachother, but recently we have been growing apart. It doesn’t help that I live so far away, or that I am having troubles with anxiety and depression. But back then, we were all attached by the hip.

The story begins at my Grandparent’s, with R and I begging to have a sleepover, they refused because she had church the next day. But our constant nagging and the thought of me not being able to spend time with her guilted our parents into letting me spend the night. Soon S arrived also, I was excited because I haven’t seen them in a very long time, and I had missed them. R’s house was a big one. There were 4 floors, including the basement. The main floor, with the kitchen and living room, upstairs with her parent’s room and two of her younger sister’s room along with the bathroom, downstairs with R’s and her other sister’s room, and finally the basement with its dark atmosphere, cold cement floors, and lots of closets. When we got settled in, i took a look around her room. Raggedy Ann dolls covered her shelves, normal for her but unsettling for me.

We were up for a while, talking and giggling. Then we soon fell asleep. I had a night terror about bugs crawling over me, ladybugs and ants. I woke up seeing them covering the bed with their squirming 6 legged bodies. I panicked but didnt want to wake my cousins up. Soon my eyes adjusted, and they disappeared. I was too tired to question what had just happened, so I went back to sleep. Suddenly, after what felt like seconds, I woke back up. I looked around, it was pitch black. Then, by movements my cousins made, I realized we were all awake. S and I were wide awake, feeling unsettled, but R was groggy and ready to go back to sleep, so she turned to face the closet. I looked out her open door and I swear i saw a faint glowing blue light coming from the top of the stairs. I told myself it probably wasn’t that late, so R’s parents were still up watching T.V.

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First off, this is not my story, but one of my very good friends.Lets call him J. We have been friends since 4th grade (we are now in junior year) and from as far back as I can remember, J has told me weird things that happened around his house.

When his family moved in they discovered that the previous owner was a sniper from WWII named Elmo, and they even found classified documents in the attic about the work that he was assigned to.

As time went on J’s mom had gave birth to his sister, after this they began to experience some…. happenings around the house.

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The Ghost Train

Let’s start this story with the simple fact, that I am not a religious man, And I don’t truly follow any kind of religious belief. But this made me start to think that something else could be out there in this world.

This happened when I was a young man, maybe at most 15, My one buddy who has passed away recently, Was walking with me along the coal train tracks with me, Let’s stick with his nickname, We called him Seamonkey. But it was late in the evening, had recently rained and a small bit of fog had rolled into the area, and we decided, to go for a walk along the train tracks, for a bit of fun and exploration. We were always the exploring type of young kids, the old mill, the trails across the bridge, and even some of the abandoned houses of the town. But today, was different.

We both felt like something was wrong, the fog seemed thicker and almost gaseous,  The smell that normal fog had the clean scent was gone, it smelled this time like rotten flesh, and blood. We thought at first that the smell was coming from a possible dead deer or other animal that might have gotten hit by one of the trains that still come through the area. But we couldn’t see anything near the tracks or even around them, We were starting to get a bit freaked out now cause the fog seemed to thicken a bit more. When we finally heard a noise. A low deep whistle, Howling through the fog and the area.

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The blocked room

Couple of years ago I was visiting my best friend who studied in another city. I stayed at her dorms and when we got hungry and decided to go buy some groceries, it was already dark outside. The store was pretty far away but we headed out anyways.

On our way to there we saw an abandoned building and since we are both passionate horror fans, it intrigued us and we said ‘Screw it! The groceries can come later.’ We went to check it out and when we got closer to the fence that was surrounding it, we saw a sign that said that the place was abandoned ward of a hospital that is currently deteriorating and dangerous. After a brief check we found a hole in the fence that wasn’t too far away from the sign. It was enough for a person to fit through so we decided to explore the building anyway.

I opened up my phone and started taking a video when we got in. That was our only source of light in the pitch black darkness. When I shined my phone light on the floor, it was full of trash and broken glass and scattered around we saw couple of wheelchairs. On the other side there was a staircase to the second floor and we thought that would be more interesting to check out. So we did. We climbed the stairs slowly with my phone lighting the way.

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The Child in my Hallway

For a long time, I have believed in the paranormal, which is funny, considering I was born into a family that is very skeptical of which. I’m not sure whether this is my fault or not, but my little brother is also a believer in the paranormal.

I’ve always been quite a paranoid person, so tiny sounds like a sink dripping water might make me think that someone is in the house, but I’m almost positive this wasn’t just an effect of my paranoia.

Anyways, for this story to make sense, you’re going to need to know that my room is near the garage; that my room is far away from the rest of my family. Next to my room is the washing room and a restroom, both connected to the short hallway my room is also connected to.

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Before I start, all of this is real. Everything in this story happened. I wish it wasn’t real. I wish I was making it up. And by the end of it, you will be wishing it was all a tall tale as well. But it isn’t. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on to your spare underwear because the scariest thing about this story is that it is 100% true. Nothing is exaggerated, and everything is told exactly how I remember it.

Now that the experience is finally over, I feel I can finally tell my entire story. I am not entirely human, and as such I am very sensitive to the spiritual realms. I always felt that I was something else because I never really fit in anywhere, able to see and sense things other people couldn’t see or didn’t believe were real. I later found out that I was a being known as a Deamon, which will become important later on.

Either way, I could see and interact with numerous spirits, including a mysterious large grey cat spirit who showed up from time to time. The cat will become important later on in this story.

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My Experience

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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