I have been to almost a fifth of the states in the US for long stretches of time, and have always gotten something out of it. An interesting picture, weird occasion, odd personal stories, pretty much everything. When I went to Kentucky for a week-long vacation, I expected to maybe have a souvenir. Instead I got something much more than I bargained for.
One night, I was walking in a field somewhere in the eastern part of the state, I believe. I had just listened to a story on someone’s podcast about the poison hornets, which are supposedly hornets that were exposed to chemicals in Ohio. Anyway, before I left, they were about to bring up a story from Kentucky, but I turned the radio off before they did. I decided to just walk around aimlessly and do nothing. As I did, I saw something tall and thin walk into a tree line. I followed it and soon saw that there was nothing there. No man, woman, child, or even a ghost or skin walker (which I was half-expecting). I decided to do something that may be illegal, and set up a trail camera I brought with me, in case I saw a strange animal and wanted to capture it. I wound it around a sturdy tree and left for the night, then hunkered down in my rented car and slept. The next morning, I trudged out to the spot and saw something weird. The camera was lying on the ground, and the branches of the tree were lower than I remembered. I had a sense of unease, so I grabbed my camera and booked it out of the woods.
While eating at a diner, I heard a man telling the waitress about a living tree. “I insist that the tree can move on its own” he said with clear conviction. Another person said that it was the Man-Mantis of Kentucky. A creature that was a mantis as big as a man, and very muscular, which allowed it to bend objects until they looked entirely different. I decided to research what he said and found that he was one of only a few that reported that particular thing. Soon, I talked to a man who lived in KY his whole life, and he told me what it really was. The GOATMAN!
3 years ago, me and my friends, about 3 were walking in the park at midnight, we were joking or goofing off. It was very fun. Me and one of my friends went to the restroom as my other friends waited outside the bathroom.
When we were done washing out hands, we heard banging in one of the stalls, we jumped in shock. We both turned around and went to the stall we thought the sound came from. We knocked on the stall but there was no answer at first.
10 seconds later,we tried again and asked if anyone was there and needed some help, there was still no answer. We then shrugged it off and walked out the restroom. Me and my friends continued walking around the park, playing around.
Ok so, last night…I was planning on posting a story of a horrific experience that happened a long time ago that has affected me and my family. But the moment i finished writing it and was about to post it, i started having a really bad feeling that i shouldn’t. So i didnt. I did save the story in a memo on my phone though just in case i do decide to post it later on in the future.
This morning, i woke up at 6am to take my puppy pomeranian out to potty and to use the restroom when I saw there were 3 drops of blood on my bathroom mirror. I wiped it off not thinking much about it, cuz it could have very much been my blood, and went back to bed. Then just earlier, before i woke up, there were some knockings at my bedroom door. It sounded very urgent as if someone needed to come in. I should probably say that i live alone in a one bedroom apartment and don’t have any friends or family living in the city.
My puppy is up and alerted although she isnt making any sound and just watching the door. She had never done that before. Even when neighbors are going up and down the stairs, she has never barked or care so i was a bit spooked when she’s all of a suddenly alerted. I did end up waking up and walk around my apartment but other then me and my puppy, theres no one or thing out of place. Ive been living in my appartment for almost 2 years now and nothing has ever happen before. What do u guys think?
I have many skeptical friends who NEVER trust me when I bring up stories, but I think a camping trip a few years back might’ve changed the minds of a few. I was taking a trip with 11 friends. 12 of us total. 10 of them were skeptics about ghosts, monsters, Bigfoot, and all those other things. My BFF and I were the only firm believers. We stayed up until about midnight telling ghost stories while eating marshmallows and hot dogs. At 11:13 P.M. (according to my friend’s watch) my eyes did something that they do often. They happened to turn to an area with me remembering my dad’s advice to keep an eye on my surroundings. As I was telling a story about the Molly Maguires, I stopped mid-sentence when I saw a grey figure on what looked like 4 legs just standing still in a clearing about 100 feet away. One of my friends said “And the man was . . .” “I lost my train of thought” I lied.
Okay so little bit of background, I am 23, female and from New Zealand I’m a dirty hippy and very spiritual. I was managing a handbag store in my town and had the odd weirdo come in which is fine because I feel that normal people are boring anyway. So one day I had this older lady who had very long grey hair come right up to my counter and she told me “you are very spiritual aren’t you, somethings telling me that you and your mum aren’t getting along but you should leave wherever you are living at the moment it’s very toxic for you.” I literally lost it I had never seen this lady in my life and she was bloody spot on, me and my mum are always bickering because I’m exactly like my dad and apparently “one Gary is enough” and I was living with a flat mate that was stealing my stuff spending my money and being a all round creep (she would cut my toenails for me and had a stash of them but that’s a story for another day) ANYWAY the grey lady and I had a decently long conversation about HER mum who she wasn’t close with who was dying and she got very emotional and I felt so sorry for her I gave her a hug and politely told her I really should get back to work. I would see her walking around the mall every day that I worked and I just thought maybe she had nothing else to do. She came in another day and pointed at my left hip. I had my exs initials tattooed there, and was three days away from getting it covered up. She pointed it and said whatever you are gonna put there , it can’t be what you are thinking it needs to be a rose. This was a bit weird cus I was kinda ashamed of the initial tattoo so none of my staff knew not even my parents or flatmate. She winked at me and left. The day came that I was going to get my tattoo I hadn’t really put much thought into what she said I just wanted a black heart to cover it and the tattoo artist brought a paper over to me that had a black heart and a black silhouette of a rose. I jumped back. And I said did someone ring you to change this? He was so confused he said nah I just had a funny feeling that this would be better than the heart. I got the rose tattoo. It was definitely weird but I’m very spur of the moment kind of gal and it was either meant to be or a crazy coincidence. The next time I saw grey lady I showed her my tattoo and she said “we thought you’d do it, we did think that you weren’t gonna listen” YES SHE SAID WE BUT SHE WAS ALWAYS ALONE I AM SPOOKED. There was quite a few instances when she’d come in and tell me little things that always ended up true , one day I had very very bad period cramps and I asked my staff if she could stay on so I could go home and die quietly in bed and she was happy too. I walked home cus it wasn’t far and sat on the couch with a blanket and dozed off. I woke up to my phone ringing and it was work of course I answered it straight away because I was the manager and I had to but it wasn’t my staff it was grey lady. She said she “ran here from her house because she knew I was in pain” I assured her that I’m okay and that I just have tummy cramps and she didn’t believe that was all that was wrong but again I assured her and said I’ll be back at work the next day and then we hung up. About half an hour later I rung work and said has she left and my staff said no she’s talking about how special and beautiful you are , I said do you think she can hear you and she said nah she’s at the other end of the store and I said “this is feking weird what even is happening” I ended up leaving the job and started studying thinking that was all over with grey lady and that she was either a stalker or just could read straight thru me. One of the days when I had finished class I walked out the door and nearly bumped into a lady … you guess it it was her. She “had a feeling I was gonna be here” she told me that her mum died and that her own health was on its way out too I haven’t seen her in a long while so I’m not sure if she’s alive but I’m sure if she is she will hunt me down no matter what.
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Hello, my name is Shylah, and the other day I had one of the strangest experiences of my life.
This will all sound a little crazy and a bit long, but I swear to you that every word is the truth.
Let me start with a little bit of background, my life is all about Fashion & Music, and as such, for my career, I style myself as “The Queen” and wear some very out there outfits, think Lady Gaga meets Elizabeth I.
At the time of this event, I was doubting the whole thing, I usually get so many compliments on my outfits, but being a guy and dressing up as I do, Crowns, Make-up, Jewellery ect. I get the people who don’t like it, I get loads of stares and funny looks, but sometimes I get someone being verbally aggressive, issuing threats and calling me a fag or a puff and the like, but just lately I’d had quite a few and was considering giving it all up.
When I lived in Ohio several years ago, when I was 6 or 7, I did cub scouts. I saw what I think Would be a Wendigo. So around Mid-Winter in January 2012,
We went on a camp out because that’s what cub scouts do. The first thing that happened was on Friday night, I had to stay until Sunday morning. We had already eaten, and played a game of monopoly. This just goes to stay how late it was. We were getting ready to make s’mores, but we all suddenly felt the felling of being watched.
We didn’t think anything of it though, because we had been seeing deer all day.
I’ve been visiting a friend of mine for the past 6 years in Chicago. he moved from White Plains, CT because of what had happened in his old house. He was 18 and living on his own. He had met me in middle school and was one of most special and trusted friends. One night, we had just finished playing a game on his XBox when he said “Did you hear that?” I listened closely and heard a creaking sound upstairs. I told him “It’s just Cleo.” Then, I saw his dog sleeping next to the sofa.
I suggested calling his parents, but he said they wouldn’t believe it. Ditto with the police. We called a friend of mine who lived near his house to come over. An hour later, all 3 of us were listening to the creaking. Cleo must’ve heard it too. She’s a sweet dog mostly, but as soon as the creaking started, she growled and snarled. I was about to say something about it when we heard a pretty loud CRASH! upstairs. We all ran up and saw a picture of his family in West Virginia lying on the ground in a cracked frame next to a broken lamp.
For the next 4 hours, we kept hearing a commotion upstairs and kept finding things broken. At one point, my friend who lived there got fed up and looked up the history of his house on his laptop. It turns out his house had been built in 1869 by a rich man for his wife. After he died in 1884 from strep throat, his widow said that she always had the feeling she was being watched. She also said he would break anything he didn’t like. So, we had an explanation for some things. The lamp had been working improperly and the picture showed a happy man and wife with their son. My guess was he wanted the house to be nice and he hated the thought of leaving his wife behind.
The days were dark and gloomy, clouds were no longer white and fluffy; since that day. Especially that day. Every civilian in the town of Mender hid themselves in their homes, 24/7. Shadows roamed the streets, day by day, looking for their next human victim. I buried myself in the sheets that laid upon my bed, never leaving the warmth. The only times I left was for food, water, and to use the bathroom.
I am short on supply, I need to stock up again. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention: my name is Max Cage, I am a 24-year-old-male. I live on my own. I had a family, but The Darkness took them away from me. OH! That wretched, disgusting, evil Darkness, ate my family! I was 20 years old when this happened…you heard right. The Darkness has been here for four years straight. No one knows how it came to be. It just appeared and took the town in complete darkness. People began to be eaten by these ‘shadows.’
I had already almost been eaten before, that’s when I was first out of stock. It was utterly terrifying. The way they slithered with their feet was enough to make me gag. I wish I had died that day. I miss everyone, but soon, I’ll have to go back out and scavenge. I’ll need a flashlight and matches, which I likely have.