I’ve always been interested in the paranormal. Every since I was younger I was obsessed with watching ghost adventures and horror movies.
I’m 19 now and decided to buy a ouija board. I’ve done a lot of research and even purchased a spirit box. I’m from Massachusetts and live pretty close to the real life conjuring house.
My friend and I both went there, it’s on route 96 on burrivile ri, the house is further back than the barn and it’s blocked off with poles. We went there at 3AM and decided to do the ouija board across the street. I turned the spirit box on too just for the hell of it.
A few minutes into it and we got ZoZo, we both got uncomfortable after the board told us “kill yourself” so we decided to end it there but left my box running. Driving away from the house you could hear my box say, come back. I know what you’re thinking, don’t do it but we did. I parked back in my original spot and the box stopped talking, my car died. My friggin car, I just got it too. At about 330am it turned back on and we noticed handprints on the windows, we tried the ouija again and nothing.
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Hi, I have been lustening to a lot of “true scary stories” on youtube, and while I generally have stories about people, I was reminded of this one incident involving what I believe was a demon.
This is true, I hope someone believes me.
I am 18 now, living in the southern US, and when I was very young, let’s say, 4-6? I was living with both of my parents in an old farm house built by my great Grandfather.
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Okay. So this is a bit long and might get boring as I’m a writer, so I add too much detail, buy trust me, it’s worth it. My name is Naja, the German pronunciation is how my name sounds, and I will be typing this up on a mobile device, so sorry for any spelling, grammar, whatever mistakes, as autocorrect is a real bitch.
Anyways, I should mention that these are not all my experiences, and not all of them were dangerous, but still pretty underwear ruining when you’re in the situation. The first experience I’ll talk about was one of my most recent, and it happened just this January.
I was having a sleepover with my good friend, who I’ll call Lori for this story. We have hundreds of sleepovers a month, it seems, as her mom literally has to ground her to keep her from coming over. She is one year older than me, two to three inches taller than me, slightly tanned and has a lot of freckles. She’s a tomboy, like me, but she still has a better fashion sense.
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Hello, my name is Mark and one of my true paranormal stories was read on one of your videos, but I decided to share another one. As some people know from that other video, I am male and a senior in high school.
Before I start, I would like to apologize as this will be a VERY VERY long story… These stories that I am going to share is from when I lived in this haunted house for a whole year by myself as a freshmen in high school. Due to some complicated family circumstances, my parents didn’t want to see me for a while as they have actually done something like this in the past. They put me in this house that was given to us by a really good friend. Actually, it was right next door so it wasn’t too bad at all.
There were many things that happened in this house, but I want to share 2 stories. Keep in mind, everything is important in a way.
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I used to go to a college up north where there was a lot of forests and pine trees mainley. This was my first semester there and I had made a few friends, and overall I was doing just fine, obviously with the occasional homesickness.
One night, one of my friends wanted to go explore some woods, next to a creek, a relatively small body of water that a lot of kids went to, to smoke pot and that kind of stuff.
So, the next night a couple of my friends and I went there, to just camp out for a little, and talk about life and just have some fun. There names were Darius, Tommy, Nate and Jarrett. Nate being a childhood friend. We got to the edge of the creek, and set up a camp fire and just put down some towels since we were too broke to buy chairs.
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This story happened to me over the span of about 5 years, starting back in 1999 during my second year of middle school and ending near my 18th birthday. Before I begin, I’d like to apologize for the length of this story, as it really means a lot to me and I feel that I need to spend some time explaining all of the details. Now I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts and spirits and all that. Even now, I find it very hard to place my trust in the supposed paranormal encounters that I hear from time to time. However, these events that I’m about to share changed my life forever, and I will never think about life and death the same way again.
The story starts when I was 12 years old and attending 7th grade in Black Forest Colorado. I didn’t have many friends at the time because I was new to the area, and I was also a bit shy. I can’t even recall who I was friends with back then. However, I remember very clearly the day that I met her. She was a tall blonde girl who always had this sad and confused look in her eyes. Her name was Allie. I had seen her around the school before, and I knew that there was something a little off about her, like she had some kind of mental disability or something. Whenever I saw her she was always sitting somewhere by herself and drawing in her notebook.
People would make fun of her all the time because she was so quiet, like she literally never said a word to anyone. Ever. I actually thought that she might have been mute. It wasn’t until about half way through the semester when I noticed her standing near the school entrance, clutching her notebooks tightly to her chests, and looking as though she was about to cry. A few kids were holding up a picture that she had drawn, waving it around in the air while taunting her like a bunch of entitled assholes with nothing better to do than to humiliate this poor girl.
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So when I was in Middle School we had this weird experience. So this story involves my 2 bestfriends we’ll call Gracie and Penelope. My boyfriend we’ll call Xavier and my Brother we’ll call Jayden. So Gracie and Jayden were in the same homeroom and Penelope, Jayden and I were in the other homeroom across the hall.
Ealier one morning a couple days before the incident when our bus arrived there was this commotion going on. A kid started screaming at a teacher to give his phone back. But those things can’t be used till after school at our school. The kid screamed that he will kill himself or someone else if he doesn’t give it back. The teacher never gave it back.
I started feeling uneasy because that sounded very threatening. But my brother Jayden just said I was being paranoid. And he reassures me that the kid says that stuff all the time. The day went by fine with no complication with the kid.
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The story I’m about to tell you is actually about two separate events, but given the subject matter and the fact that both took place in the same location, I usually think of them as two parts of the same story.
Anyway…I grew up in a small town on the southern Oregon coast. The beaches there are beautiful, but given the cold, wet climate, they’re usually only frequented by sight-seers and bored locals. The most popular of the local beaches is Sunset Bay State Park, or, as the locals refer to it, ‘Sunset Beach’.
It’s not a large beach…but it’s beautiful there. There are tide-pools to explore, countless nature trails and hiking paths, barbecue areas, a campground, etc. Having grown-up there, though, I eventually began thinking of the beach as a cold, wet, windy place that was often an awful place to visit. Still…in an area with nothing to do, I often got dragged to the beach by friends who, for some reason, still enjoyed it there.
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Back in the 90’s I had recently purchased a house in small town in Pennsylvania I grew up in. My Fiance at that time was new to the area and I wanted to take her out to eat one night at a bar/restaurant which was one of my favorites and had been wanting her to try out.
The restaurant was about a 45 minute drive through a national forest area which in the past had been used a military air base. As kids my friends and I had wondered throughout the area and had found old creepy bomb shelters in which as teenagers we used to drive out a night and dare each other to go in.
My Fiancee and I began the drive through the area when in the distance on the road by a area with thick large pines I noticed a bright beam of light illuminating the road which seemed to be coming from the woods. Being familiar with the area I knew there were no roads or camps in this area so I was immediately puzzled and brought it to my Fiancees attention.
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So for some back story, I am a 24 year old female. I am a medical assistant at a fairly large health center in Arizona. The clinic that I work in is two stories, and it happens to be the first clinic built for this health center back in the 80’s.
I work in the oldest area of the building and there is one particular room that I have never liked. Room 7 is pretty much like all our other rooms, the only difference is the feeling you get when you’re inside with the door closed. I can only describe it as claustrophobic and heavy; as if thirty people were crammed in there at once.
It’s cliché to say, but weird things are always happening in there. Small but noticeable things, like cabinet doors being wide open and odd sounds. Recently, I was rooming a patient and as I was asking them the basic questions, we both heard a loud rustling. Myself and the patient were seated at a counter on the other side of the room and turned to look at the same time. It was unmistakably the crinkling of the paper on the exam table…which no one was sitting on. It had sounded exactly as if someone was sitting on the bed and was shifting around to get comfortable. I’ve also heard the sound of something being loudly dropped or slammed, but when I went inside the room to see, nothing was on the floor.
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