(This happened a couple of weeks ago) It was 9:30 P.M and I was just getting home from hanging out with a friend. When I entered my house I noticed that my Aunt Jackie was visiting with my cousin Alec, I said “Hello” smiled and waved at them as I walked through the living straight to my room. I was tired and wanted to shower. After my shower I was on my laptop at my desk when I got a knock at the door. It was my brother, he asked if I would go out and throw a football or a frisbee around with him and Alec.
It was late and they would only be allowed to go out if I went with them.
I fought my tiredness and agreed to go with them, at this point it was around 10:40P.M. Keep in mind my brother is nine and my cousin is 14 and I am 19, I know it’s a big age gap between my brother and I, but thats how it’s always been. Anyways, back to us throwing the ball around at the park. After a few rounds of tossing the ball back and forth I got bored and I could tell my brother and Alec were too.
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This story happened two years ago, Me and a few of my friends had plans to go to the baseball field at night to sit on the bleachers and have a chat. We live in a town called Stephenville Crossing, in Newfoundland, Canada.
Me and my friends had texted each other to get ready, I was at Caitlin’s house, she is my cousin, and our friend Rae-ann was also with us. We texted our friends to meet up at the local canteen, Karl’s canteen, where many of us would buy candy and food.
We started walking to the canteen, it was about a ten minute walk from Caitlin’s house, so when we got there our friends had not made it yet, so we went inside to grab a few of their signature brownies. After standing around for a few minutes we seen our friends coming toward the canteen, yelling out to us.
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I was born 22 years ago in a small Colorado town an hour’s drive from both Farmington and Durango, just below Mesa Verde and a few miles from Ute Mountain. This was where I spent the first five years of my life before moving to Oklahoma. We still go back every year around summer for about a week or so to see family.
Now, the town being where it was, there was a heavy Native American population there and a reservation about ten miles away. Mostly Ute but a fair amount of Navajo as well. The culture was and still is very entwined into the town’s architecture and local art.
Now, as for the skinwalkers. As a child, I never learned the word or what it meant. Years later I came to learn that my mother (a white woman who had grown up well away from Native American culture and legend) always shuddered at the mention and hated the topic. She’s one of the ones who doesn’t necessarily believe in such things but she can’t be certain they aren’t real. I myself am a little more certain.
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one night, my friend invited me to a sleepover with another one of our friends. there are 3 boys in this story, me, Jacob, the host of the sleepover Nico, and our friend Mateo. we were 13 years old at the time and Nico wanted to go see a movie. we ended up going to see Jon Wick 1 at 12:00AM at night. the movie ended roughly at 2:30AM and we got back at 3AM. we were bored and had a lot of adrenaline from the movie so we decided to take off our shirts, (mind you it was the middle of Febuary and we live in Canada).
and we longboarded up and down the street that Nico lived on. once we did that 2 or 3 times we finally decided to go in and probably watch a movie, just to stay up all night. as we were about 15 second walk from the driveway of Nico’s house, Mateo stopped us and said “hey, look a car.. I think we should pick up the pase nobody usually drives at this time” so we started running this car was black, tinted wondows and blue headlights, the headlights were off until we started running, the head lights turned on but no sirens went off and he was atleast going 60km/h on a 10km/h block,
we didn’t know who it was or why they started speeding to us looking like he was gonna run us over, me being the bigger guy about 5’11” and 170 pounds was the last to get up the driveway.
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This story begins with a sleepover. My sister had always thought our room gave her a weird vibe. Once she said that when I was sleeping I sat straight up in bed with my hair in my face and stared into the pitch black closet behind her. The next morning she asked if I felt possessed or felt weird last night. I said nothing happened but she moved out of that room after that.
Years after nothing happened but that was before my sleepover. My 2 best friends were over and we were having a good time. When every body was asleep I randomly woke up, and through my half closed eyes I saw a shadowed figure at the edge of my bed standing right in front of me. I thought it could have been my friend Hope but this figure had no face, they looked like nothing but a shadow. I turned around slowly as if I were still asleep. I was starting to get really freaked out, even angry. I turned around towards where the figure had been but there was nothing there.
I looked at my phone to see what time it was and it was exactly 12:00 A.M. I looked at my other friends still asleep wondering what had just happened. After that, I couldn’t sleep but now I was definitely not comfortable with my room. Every night now I stare at my closet thinking about what my sister had told me.
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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My name is Mandy,and I am a former life guard.Since this story might cause damage to my job,i will not give the pool name or address.
On a warm day in june,my boss called and told me we would have a full house in the morning,and prepare for a early start at the pool.I understood since it was for his Son’s Birthday.
I would be working all day as a lifeguard and I would also take the gifts and put them in the back of the lounge.
I watched all the kids and parents in the water to make sure they were good and safe.Since it was a small pool,there would rarely be anyone drowning or having trouble smimming.I think at around 4 or 5 pm, a girl screamed in pain and exclaimed how something grabbed her foot and yanked her underwater.
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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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To start off, Target has been a go to place for me for as long as I can remember. My mother and I would be in there at least four to five times a week, we were there so often that employees would remember us and greet us by name whenever they seen us. However, it never occurred to me just how dangerous a shopping center could be, until one night changed my life forever.
I live in a small town in southern West Virgina, there are no more than 5,000 people who reside in my area. Most of them being elderly and harmless, and the occasional young punk who will do anything for a buck. But all in all it is a fairly nice and safe area, or atleast I thought.
One night after school my mother asked me if I would like to go to Target with her pick up a couple groceries and of course I agreed and we went on our way. Usually we went to target during the evening time or the early morning but this time it was around 11 PM, so of course there were no cars in the parking lot but maybe one or two. We were greeted by familiar faces and smiles as we made our way down each aisle. Being only eight or nine years old at the time I remember how excited I was when we approached the candy aisle and I begged my mom to buy me some candy and of course she said no. As I continued walking with her upset we noticed someone following us, and it wasn’t in a way that a normal person would just be going up and down the isles looking for something it was pretty obvious that they were following us.
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This story is a weird one, not like others but, During summer 2016, My mom and big brother decided to go on a walk down a long, 30 minute walk down a road way and back. About 5 days later we went to a fast food place, once we were done it was night time. They decided to still go on the walk. I decided to go with them.
When we went out of our house and we were heading there on the sidewalk and my mom said, “I thought I just saw like a giant bat in the sky.” My brother started to get freaked out. “Can we please go back inside?” He said. My mom didn’t want to go back inside so she just told him, “I was joking, don’t get worried about it.” she said. after about a minute later I questioned,
“Was it really a joke?”
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