Abigale

This is a story of me being fearless and brave but also stupid. I was also skeptical and curious. I was told by a lot of people that ghosts are real because they had spiritual encounters. I wanted to experience it myself because I thought they were lying. So,I wanted to try it myself. I bought a Quija board, candles, and matches. I went to an abandoned house since there was one close to my school. Since I usually go to the skate part until dark and get home around 10:00 I thought it was a good idea to try it after school since my mom will think I am at the skate park.
I went into the abandoned house to the third floor in a room with a fire place. I found wood and some gasoline, so I lit the fire with the matches I bought. I took out the Quija board and set it in the middle of the room and closed the door. I put the candles in a circle all around me and started the game. I knew it wasn’t exactly a good idea to play by myself. But I had to see for myself and if anyone played, they would freak out and run away.
I asked the first question “Are there any spirits here that would like to talk with me”? At first, I didn’t get an answer but then the planchette moved to yes. I astonished by the outcome and I was interested to know more about this spirit. So, I then asked another question. I asked, “what is your name?” the planchette went to A then B, I, G, A, L, E. “Abigale your name is Abigale?” the planchette went to yes. I asked the spirit if she was good or evil. The planchette went to E, V, I, L.
I then got chills up my back and then asked a question I shouldn’t have asked which was; “can you show yourself to me?” the planchette went to yes. Then I felt cold and a gust of wind blew.
I was confused because the door was closed, and the windows were nailed shut. The door then opened, and I saw a woman. But it wasn’t a woman. You could see through her. She started walking towards me. She stretched her hand out and said, “take it, my dear little grandchild.” I got confused because I never knew my grandmother. She died when my mother was 14.
“how are you my grandmother, she died when my mother was 14?” I asked the spirit. She told me that she was the mother of a beautiful child named Marie and she died of a heart attack when her child was 14. I soon realized that she started looking older then when he first saw her. I looked at her and said, “you are not my grandmother.” the spirit asked “well how can I prove it to you that I am?” I then said, “if you are my grandmother than what is your name?” I knew my grandmothers name was Julie, since my mother told me. “why, my name is Abigale.” the spirit said. “ha you’re not my grandmother. My grandmothers name is Julie.”
I then saw that the spirit got angry and started to look like rotting flesh and bone. I ran out of the abandoned house, hearing the screeching laughter of the phantom I had contacted. The next day I went back there and finally ended the game sending the spirit back to the place it had come from. I never told my friends or my mother. All I said was “I believe you and I know now not to mess with a Quija board or anything else that can lead me to another encounter with a spirit”. My friends didn’t ask me what happened all they said was that I had seen the spirit that killed this boy named Jeremy.

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The ‘Devil Woman’ of the Caribbean

Though they are just small pieces of land surrounded by water with minor populations, the Caribbean is still a severely haunted place where evil lurks in the dark corners of villages and the deep forests.

When the Europeans began their conquest of the New World centuries ago, many made land in the Caribbean, in particular, the French. Islands such St. Martin, Guadeloupe & Martinique are still entirely French-speaking to this day. As the dark aspects of both African and French cultures intertwine, it gave birth to evil entities that still terrifying local islanders to this very day. One in particular is the ‘La Diablesse’ (La-Dee-Ab-Less), which is the French word for ‘Female Devil’, or as the locals refer to her as the ‘Devil Woman’ of the Caribbean.

She is the evil spirit of a woman and practitioner of old-African black magic. In her human form, she appears as a seductress that dresses in traditional West Indian garb with a wide-brimmed hat to cover her hideous face and a long skirt that reaches to the floor to conceal her most distinct and revealing feature which is one of her feet is that of a cow’s hoof. She lingers on deserted roads awaiting unsuspecting men whom she leads astray with her charm into the dark of the forests causing them to become lost, disoriented and ultimately die as a result while trying to find their way back home. The La Diablesse then claims the souls of her victims after she causes their untimely deaths.

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All of this happened around 13 years ago, when I was a 14 year old girl. I lived with my father in a two bedroom apartment, which had a tiny closet that could fit around 3 teenagers if we sit tightly enough. That closet will be important later on..

I had two best friends, I’ll call them Jenny and Anna because our actual finnish names are a bit hard for foreigners. We had this great idea to try an ouija board after listening to another story from my dad, which had people going crazy after tampering with the board. My dad works as a nurse in a mental asylum, and he always told us stories about his patients.

One night, when he was working an all nighter, we decided it was time to try the board. Me being the artistic one, was assigned to draw the board. I have always been interested in the occult and read a lot, so I thought I knew what I was doing. I did not.

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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.

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I have been needing to talk about this and this is the only place I feel like I can and can also maybe get some input. Every night I can’t ever fall asleep before 3am. I’m not sure why, I just can’t.

lately just after 3:20am I start to hear someone walking back and forth in the hallway area of my house. It sounds so much like human weighted footsteps I, on countless occasions, have checked to see if someone was in my home and there never is. It happens now like clockwork: 3:20am footsteps start. I can trace them in my mind going from the bathroom to the end of the hall and back. Sometimes the footsteps pick up their pace and then slow back to just a walking pace. This goes on and doesn’t end until around 4am. This has become regular. Until last night.

Last night it was so much louder than normal I barged out of my room to see no one and nothing even though I knew I wasn’t going to see anyone but I somewhat hoped I would(but relieved it wasn’t an intruder). I went on to finally fall asleep and have the most horrifyingly vivid night terror is ever had in my entire life.

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When I was about 9 or 10, I lived in a three story victorian era house, the attic being the 3rd story. My bedroom door was right under the entrance to the attic. From time to time we would get bats in our house, and the ones that would be stuck in chimneys after we had sealed them for the winter just happened to be only in mine. I always felt like I was being watched in the house, no matter how many family members or friends I had around. The most unnerving rooms in the house, to me, were all on the 2nd story. My bedroom, my parents bedroom, and the upstairs bathroom. The only other room on the 2nd story was the guest room, which only held exercise supplies and a blow up mattress. I remember I would sometimes sleep in the guest room because I was too afraid to go into my own room, despite ants biting me as I slept in the guest room.

So you’re probably wondering, “Why would you be so afraid of your own room?” Well, I’ll tell you why. Within the first few days of us living in the house, I woke up in the middle of the night. My hair at the time was quite long. I slowly rolled over onto my hair, only to see a huge rat napping on it. I was terrified, and slowly pulled my hair out from under it, lightly tugging its body across my pillow. I managed to roll out of my bed and immediately sprinted to my parents room across the hall. I told my dad what I saw, so he came back to take a look. Of course, there was no rat in sight. I was relieved, disappointed, and fearful all at once. Relieved the rat was gone, disappointed my dad didn’t see it, and fearful it was hiding in my room somewhere. Luckily, I never experienced that again.

I don’t exactly remember how long I had been living in the house before this next experience, but it definitely scared me enough to never be comfortable in my own room again. I was lying on my stomach, staring into my closet, where my “night light” was. (the night light was just the closet light.) I had been staring into my closet for only a few minutes, and I was still wide awake. I blinked, and instantly everything changed around me. I was paralyzed from the shoulders down, my eyes and neck being the only moving parts of my body. Everything had begun to violently shake as if there were an earthquake, and neon lights were flashing all around me. Things fell off of shelves, my mantle, etc. Glass and porcelain knick knacks shattered to pieces as they met my wooden floors. I had almost immediately began sweating so profusely my legs and back were drenched. I was panting through my nose, since I was unable to open my mouth. I just wanted it all to stop, so I slowly began to turn my head the other way. Before I could get my face out of my pillow, I suddenly feel hands pushing the back of my head, forcing me to nearly suffocate. They eventually stop, and I manage to turn my head the rest of the way, away from all the ruckus. As I did so, the palms of the hands had moved to the middle of my spine, grinding harder and harder until the pain was nearly unbearable. My scalp and face were now soaked in sweat aswell. A feeling of someone sitting on my lower back with their legs on either side of me became apparent, and I truly started to panic. I also began to hear a little girl screaming into my ear for me to wake up. When I say screaming, I don’t mean yelling. I mean damn near banshee status screaming. I eventually began using all of my strength to move my feet. After what seemed to be hours, one of my feet finally jerks. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing all my strength on tossing whatever was on my back off. I take in a huge breath, gritting my teeth, and finally flpping my back towards the closet I had been staring at before. A freezing cold washed over me as my covers slipped off only the slightest bit and a hard THUD rang in my ears. My bed isnt completely against the wall, but in that instant, my mattress was pushed all the way against it. As soon as I had caught my breath enough to know I was awake, I threw my duvet over my face, shaking profusely. I laid in silence for a few minutes, only being able to hear my heavy breathing. The last thing I heard before passing out was a whisper of, “I hate you!” in the same little girls’ voice.

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A few years ago, a stray cat randomly appeared in our neighborhood. He was a fluffy tuxedo cat with bright yellow eyes. I remember when I first met him, I called him Noche, meaning “night” in Spanish. I don’t know why I did, but it felt right. I have had cats for a good chunk of my life and none of them behaved like Noche did.

His behavior was a bit unusual. He followed me everywhere I went and I became his human. He would hiss at anyone that came near me. Sometimes he would hiss at things only he could see. He only appeared at night and by day he always seemed to disappear. Since the first night I met him, I would call out into the darkness of our street “Noche!”. Without fail out of the shadows he would appear.

Over time I started to notice more strange things. No matter where I was in the house, Noche knew from outside. Whatever room I went to, he would soon meow beneath the nearest window. It got to the point that he started doing that even without me saying anything. I used to think maybe he just listened for my voice, but that was not the case at all. Each night he would come only when called and he would accompany me for my evening walk. I walked usually at night to avoid the sweltering heat of the day. I thought it was odd that he would go for long walks with me around our neighborhood. Sometimes I would look at him and his ears seemed to elongate into sharp points and his eyes would glow red. At first I thought I was going nuts until my husband began to notice the strange stuff too.

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Hello there my name is Talyna and I am 11 years old. You’ve probably already jumped to conclusions that this is a lie but I’ve had a lot of spiritual contact in my life. This happened when I was 9 and I will never forget it. At the time I was at my grandmothers house and it had been 2-3 A.M.

I have savear insomnia even now so sleeping was not an option for me. The room was deathly cold and it gave me a bad vibe. Suddenly I felt a jolt of electricity through my body and sat up  immediately  to see my grandmother standing by the door. My grandfather is a sports writer and leaves the state a lot so we offend locked the doors when it was just me and my grandmother.

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Homesick

 

Homesick

      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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I was about 12 years old at the time of this story, and I still don’t fully understand what happened to us.

When I was in grade 6 I met a kid named Brodie. We were into the same games and he was already friends with my best friend masen. So after we talked for a few weeks at school and hug out during lunch he started inviting us over on the weekends to play playstation 2 and watch movies. We started hanging out all the time and we were introduced to his friends from town.

Let me go back a bit and just say we were from a rural community outside if a decent sized town with about 50 thousand people in northeastern Ontario Canada, we went to public school with around 80 or 90 kids and the kids from the city went to a catholic school with more than 150 kids which blew our minds at the time.

We would all play manhunt in the woods and field near Brodie’s house (for those who don’t know manhunt is what we call hide and seek tag or army tag), his property was great for this because he had acres of woods and a long hilly field just to. The side if his house. we would wait until it was pitch black out, grab flashlights and run around all year long, yes even in the freezing Canadian winters we would dress up in snow pants and huge jackets just to hide in the snow.

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