I was only in elementary so what happened to me was truely terrifying.I was hanging out with some of my friends during reccess and after a while of talking decided to go swing. I sat at the first swing and faced the way of the woods because of the sun light, I closed my eyes at one point and when I opened my eyes I swear I saw a little girl in the woods staring at me! She just stood there staring at me!I closed my eyes and when I opened them she was gone this happened any time I sat at that swing, I never told any one except my friend who I will call Jessie, I asked jessie to sit in the swing and close her eyes then open them, she did. She said she didn’t see any thing and that scared me a bit . Of course I thought maybe it was a kid being wierd, but she looked almost invisible, and she was like 4 years old at least. this story makes my heart beat feel like it’s going around 10 miles an hour,and scares me to this day.
I’m Jaelynn note that I’m 15 but I’m pretty tall and I don’t look like a 15 year old while reading this anyways for the last 9 months my dad has been gone munch mom and my dad were together for 16 years so now that he’s gone I go to see him every weekend. This situation has happened to me 3 different times. Anyways the first time it happened to me was about a month and a half ago we were at a kfc drive through and a women comes up to the passenger front seat and it’s just staring in looking at me while I’m waiting so I start laughing and I poke munch dad and nod my head over to the window so he’ll look and then she knocks on the window.
Not gonna lie I was pretty hesitant to even be that close to her but I just rolled down the window now let me add she’s standing right up against the car and she’s a blond women wearing really dirty clothing. As I’m rolling the window down she asks for money and says “hi do you have any gas money I could use like 4 or 5 dollars my dad died 3 hours ago at a hospital about an hour away and I don’t have any gas money to get to the hospital” being the loving person I am I open my wallet and give her 5 dollars and I tell my dad to put his away and then she walks away and all is good.
Then about 3 weeks ago I’m at the drive Thru with my dad and my sister and it is about 11 and pitch black outside so no one is around and they told us to pull up and wait about 10 minutes for our food. Someone suddenly comes up to my window and starts tapping and says hello now I didn’t see who it was but it sounded like a women and she said she needed help so I roll down my window a little bit and she says “I have no money and I need to get to the hospital my dad just died at 3 hours ago can you please spare some money” and I realized it was the same women so politely I checked my wallet and my dad checked his and we said we didn’t have the money to give her anything and she said “thank you” but sounded really upset about it. Now let’s shoot back to Thursday. My dad came to pick me up from a school event that I spoke at around 8-8:30 and took me out to eat. I picked kfc again because you know the food there is finger lickin good. this is where I decide to get bold we’re pulling in waiting to order and this women the same women from the last 2 times came up to the car window again and asks for the same thing I was so fed up I didn’t even realize it was said until I said it “oh so you have 3 dads that all died 3 hours ago at the same hospital a hour away?” And her face goes from fake crying to holding so much anger and then she backs away from the car about 3 feet away.
and starts screaming at the top of her lungs and it screaming non stop she starts running up the the window and starts slamming her hands on it and then starts slamming her body on it soon I go into an anxiety attack and I start yelling at my dad to pull up and tell them what’s going on so that’s what he does we pull up and he starts talking and I noticed the yelling stopped And I look around to the back and she’s not there I breath a sigh of relief. I was so glad that she was gone. But god she gave me a scare so the crazy women from kfc let’s be never meet again.
Hello. It’s my first time submitting a story here. In advance sorry for my english. So let’s get into it.
I live in Poland. Let me start by saying my parents divorced when I was around 4 or 5 years old so I don’t remember much, but my father was always good to me. I am his only child after all. To this day we have great relations with each other. I have a sister but she’s older than me and she was born from a different father, my dad raised her as his own daughter.
My father worked and still does work in Germany as a construction worker. When I was 10 and my sister was 18 we visited him for the first time. It was amazing trip.
The second time I visited him alone, I was around 14-15 years old and he was living in a different german city with his new family. He met Monika (she was also polish like us) and at the time she was divorced and had 3 children of her own. Dominik who was the youngest, Patricia – the middle child and Eveline – she was 18. They also had a big boy cat that was all black. His name was Lenart. They all got along well and were like one big family. I was happy for my father because they all were really sweet and caring people. I got along with them too!
I haven’t posted this story anywhere so far. I haven’t really thought to. But it seems right to post here.
I live on Long Island. I’m surrounded by ocean, so I know my marine animals. I have seen ducks, geese, swans, plovers, and gulls. I know the local fish species, and I’ve seen seals and sea lions. But this was… something different.
A chilly day last spring, my sister, Sophie and our younger neighbor, Henry, went down the street from our house. We live on the corner of two streets, and down that street was a small portion of beach. Our little spot was a cute place to be in the summer, but the cold spring fog made the place a little more eerie. But I was used to eerie.
As all three of us headed down the sloping road, the sand in sight and the pathway clear, we started to think of how many rocks we could find that day. It was a hobby of mine, and the kiddies had just wanted to be cool like their teenage role model. The sand dusted our shoes, and we knew we had to start our awkward trek down the rocky terrain to get to the beach. A harshly snappy wind hit us all at around that time. With your head down, looking intently at green and brown and blue rocks that could break under your feet at any time, you don’t notice much.
This is a story from a couple weeks ago detailing my encounter with a really strange and scary individual.
Okay so some backstory. I’m a 20 year old male, relatively scrawny build, and moderately timid. I am an overnight stocker for Wal-Mart in a town in Missouri. I’ll leave the city name out for safety reasons. Okay, now for the story. So one night I’m working electronics, an area I might add that I absolutely hate working because we always get the crazier people back there at night, and I’m being bombarded with tons of shady customers and tons of people looking like they’re gonna steal merchandise (I should mention this is relatively normal during these hours).
Well the night proceeds like normal and nobody manages to steal anything that I know of and nobody causes a ruckus.
Well around I wanna say 11:15pm, I spot this one older guy (I wanna say in his mid to late 40s) in the aisle with the computer keyboards and he is doing these zombie-like movements and moving his jaw in weird ways and just doing a slow sway-like movement. I decide to ignore him because he looked like he was doing okay on his own (not to mention I was A bit put off by the way he looked and moved). A few minutes later I heard him banging a keeper box (a hard plastic case we put the more important electronics in) on the shelf, so I look into the aisle.
To start, I have been a strong believer in the paranormal since I was a young child. I have childhood stories that I’d like to share at a later time. But for now, I’d like to talk about what happened to me about 10 years ago. I’ve never been more afraid of the other side than that time. I’ve never submitted a story before, but felt that I needed to share about this experience. To share it with people who maybe have experienced some of the same things. It’s a little long, but nonetheless scary.
It was the summer of 2007. My husband, daughter and I had to move from where we were living to a trailer in a very rural community away from my hometown where I grew up. To give you an idea of the area, forest surrounded everything. Our trailer was right next to the only main road. Behind us was a cow field, then 4 other trailers in a line about a half mile away from us. It was a very nice location, and the inside was just what we needed with a 7 year old. But I always had a strange feeling, like something lurking behind my shoulder. I just shrugged it off as being stress from moving away from my hometown to a brand new area.
The activity was very slow and small to start. I would hear small bangs and knocks on the walls and the front door glass, but we had 3 cats, so I thought it could be them. Sometimes I would think the trailer was just “settling”. Then at times I thought it was my daughter, Max, making some of the noises. But she always said she wasn’t. I did believe in the paranormal, but ghosts hadn’t came to my mind. Yet. Then, one night, everything changed.
I was home alone at my house. my parents went to florida to visit my grandma. So i decided to download an instagram. I didn’t really know how it works. And the instagram was uploaded. So ones i sign up to instagram i got no followers. So i decided to follow 25 random person. A couple minutes ago a random person sent me a massage saying i will kill u. And i replyed back saying who is this do i know u. A couple of minutes ago. He or she. Sent me a massage saying what ur addrees. And i told him why! And i ask him are u a boy or a girl. She or he replyed back saying im a boy. And i relyed saying ok. So i ask y he want my addres and his said his gonna kill me. And i froze for a second. But i decided to block him. And i didn’t get any massages for an 1hour. But some random person followed me he or she named kingofhell and i decided to follow back. And my phone vibrates it says kingofhell sent u a massage. And she or he sent me a pic of my house. And i was like who is this and how do u know where i live. And i told him are u a boy a girl. And she or he told me his a boy. And he told me im the guy that text u earlyier. And he told me to open the door or he’ll kill me. And i decided to open the door. I know its sound dumb but i dont want to die. And then is saw him with the chain saw and i told him i will call the cops and he said too late you’ll die. And i quickly close the door and i call the cops. And the cops is coming for like 5 min. and i heard a bang lucily i was on my parents room and trying to find a gun and thank god i found it and i sent him a massage saying i have a gun i will shoot the heck out of u then the cops came and i heard i gun shot maybe the guy is dead. And i heard a voice saying hello im the cop your safe now. And the guy is not dead but he got arrested. DO NOT EVEN FOLLOW A PERSON U DO NOT KNOW AND KEEP YOUR INTAGRAM PRAVITE
Back when I still lived in California I lived in a two story house. I loved that house and when I moved out I was pretty sad but hearing my family tell the paranormal experiences they had in that house doesn’t make me miss it as much.
All of their stories were creepy but my sisters was the one that I found the creepiest. It was Christmas and my parents were working but they were going to be home early since it was a holiday. My sister was home wrapping the gifts until she realized she ran out of tape.
She called her friend to see it she was available to go to Walmart with her for a little while.
In my old home town, there are hundreds of legends and ghost stories. A haunted bar downtown, a witch in the park next to a school, a phantom jogger down one road, creatures, specters, you name it, this town had it all. I will admit that I’ve had my fair share of unexplained events living there when I was younger, but nothing can really top my visit to Scaryville.
Scaryville, of course, isn’t the actual name. It has always been called that since I could remember and no one really calls it by it’s real name. Even as children, it had it’s own nursery rhyme:
This experience happened around 10 years ago when I was about 9 years old.
My parents had been fighting, and they were in the process of getting a divorce. They didn’t want me to have to be in that kind of environment, so they decided that I should stay with my aunt, who we’ll call Jane, for the summer. At that point, I had only met my Aunt Jane twice. I was a shy little girl, so I was really scared to have to leave my home behind for those few months. My mom convinced me by telling me all about the woods Aunt Jane lived in. Her house was isolated, and woods surrounded it for miles. I had always lived in the city, and I was dying to experience the outdoors. I quickly forgot about all my previous fears, and was now couldn’t wait to visit.
I started packing a week before I even left, and I couldn’t wait until the day I would leave.
Sometime in late June, Aunt Jane came to pick me up. Aunt Jane is a very petite woman. Probably about 5″1 and 120 lbs. Short black curly hair, and wearing at least 4 inch heels. She was younger than my mother, probably in her early 20s. She was amazing and easy to talk to. Funny, friendly, the whole package. It was a great change from the constant arguing of my parents. Aunt Jane lived about 400 miles away from my home and in another state, so it was a two day trip to her house. We stayed in a hotel after driving the entire day, and all was well. The next day, we finally arrived. What I heard about the place was true, In all directions, there were only trees and hills.