This is a true story my grand parents told me about my great great grand father. Jin are the middle eastern names for demons who lurk in our world, haunting and terrorising the souls who cannot defend themselves from them.
First of all I would like to give you some back ground information about me and my family. I live in Sydney Australia but I originally come from Lebanon in the Middle east, born and raised there. My family has a long history of catholic priests that go back centuries. this story occurs in the south of Lebanon where my family originates. My Great Great grand father was a priest for many years throughout the late 1800’s to the midd 19th century traveling from one village to another to serve at masses and the needs of the local town’s people such as the poor.
he would often stay for many days at a time in each village, so my family being him was a good opportunity to gain quality wisdom and knowledge which was extremely valuable considering the time of history where this occurred. our family always experienced strange supper natural anomalies which were both positive, and at times blood curdalingly frigthning. One year my great, great grand father was traveling a long distance to get from one village too another. It started to get late and his donkey which he was ridding was becoming restless as the blackening darkness began to settle over the land.
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I am a 21 year old male, I live in the West Midlands which is in England. I have been into studying and photographing old railway stations and lines which closed during the infamous Beeching Cuts or were just closed by British Rail. Anyway on with the story, I had decided to photograph an old railway line in Harborne which is in the Edgbaston district of Birmingham City, England and because it was not far away from where I lived.
When I got to Birmingham, I had to walk over a mile through the large city to find my bus stop, just to add a little knowledge to the story. Birmingham is classed as the second largest city in the United Kingdom outside of London due to its high population. It was at first only a medium-sized market town but in size and numbers after the start of the 18th Century by being in the middle of the Midlands Enlightenment and the Industrial Revolution with the population expanding rapidly over the last three centuries.
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Believe this or not, that’s entirely up to you. This story is real, although I wish with everything I have that it wasn’t. This is about when two friends of mine were stupid with a séance and what happened to all of us. This was very hard for me to write and I hope you can use it for your channel.
The names of everyone have been changed, the person this story is about actually has an article online about him, I changed his name just in the essence of protecting his family. Also my co workers as well.
Thank you for your time you’re very talented.
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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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Just heard your Canadian story and noticed you are from Arkansas – curious as to what part – I am from Dardanelle/Russellville area – so this story that I am about to tell you hits extremely close to home.
And you are probably familiar with this area being from Arkansas. I was 12 years old at the time the murders happened and it was around Christmas time. My grandma had a police scanner so she heard all the up to date information.
It was on 24/7 so when she heard about these murders they took off and just in time to see them carrying the bodies from the house.
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A little backstory before I get into things, back when I was in year 10 of secondary school, our Religious Studies class got taken on a trip to the Holocaust centre, we had to go around writing down any information that might come in handy for our upcoming exams. The trip was actually very interesting, our class even got to sit with a real concentration camp survivor, listening to his story from all those years a go was certainly a very moving experience. At the end of the trip we all got to go and have a quick look in the gift shop, I decided to buy a rubber red wrist band, the kind of thing you might see people who work for charity’s giving out, they usually have the name of the charity or their website on them to help raise awareness for whatever it is they’re raising money for. Anyway this wrist band had the words ‘Genocide- never again’ written on it, I figured it’s a nice, fitting souvenir. I put it on my wrist as we walked out and that was that.
About a year and a half or so later, that red wrist band had never left my wrist, it wasn’t hugely sentimental or anything, I just never really saw the need to take it off, after all it was water proof and I just kind of forgot it was even there. The reason for me telling you about this wrist band will make sense later on.
Now at the time this event took place, it was winter, me and my friend lets call her Lucy, we were meant to be going to a theme park early on a Saturday morning, it was a trip we’d been awarded by our school for over achieving in our grades. Coaches would be transporting us there, we had to be at the school 9:00am sharp, no later, or the coaches would be leaving without us. Lucy suggested as it was pretty early in the morning and she lived closer to our school, that I stop at hers the for night so we could make our way together, I happily agreed. I brought my sleeping stuff and change of clothes to school, so we could just go straight back to hers when the day was over. Now like I said, it was winter out, it had reached below freezing temperatures, however there was no snow or anything like that forecast for the next day so we never thought the weather would be an issue for this trip. We just needed to make sure we dressed appropriately.
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This happened to me a little less than a year ago now, but first let me set the stage:
My name is Amber. I am a 29 year old single mother, currently residing in Tennessee. living with me are my now 7 year old son, my elderly disabled mother, and at the time of this occurrence my cousin was sleeping on our couch. Here’s the fun thing about my family: we ALL know that the paranormal is real. My mother was trained as a Shaman, my dad used to do energy work, and my cousin and I are Pagan and were raised, or rather trained, to deal with things that most people refuse to believe exist. Have you seen the show “Supernatural”? Well, one reason we love it in my family is because they tend to get the lore, and the “how to fight this beastie” stuff, pretty close to accurate, and my cousin and I especially love it because it is about as close as mainstream media is likely to ever come to showing how we were raised.
Now, he and I actually didn’t meet until high-school, and didn’t know we were related for a long time. He just became friends with my older brother, and became a part of our family, and THEN we realized we have common blood. small world, right? anyway, we grew up separately, but our families both raised us in much the same way. We each grew up in a relatively stable home, not a massive amount of moving around like the boys on the show, but were taught to study as much lore, on as many creatures and spirits, as we could find. As a result, although we don’t usually drive far to investigate paranormal happenings, when something DOES happen near us, or near our friends, we can usually figure out what it is, if it’s dangerous, and if so how to get it gone, without much trouble.
now, on to the actual story.
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This story took place during the Vietnam War. This story is my uncle’s, who was posted in Southern Vietnam during the war.
My uncle was a sergeant in the army, and he was assigned to Vietnam as a Green Barret. He led a squad whose main objective was to discover and map new locations. There were 6 people in his squad excluding him, and they had a large jeep to travel in. Their usually consisted of going to strange and obscure parts of the country, and assessing the potential of threat each location posed. So as you could imagine, my uncle was almost always on the road .
On one such assignment, my uncle’s squad was assigned to the foothills of the Annamese Mountains. There was no straight road, just like every other place, so they were forced to use whatever dirt road they could find. They eventually reached the said location and began their work. They spent almost an entire week there, and wrapped up on a Saturday evening. But before they could leave, however, they heard strange sounds coming from the other side of the hill they were on. Fearing they had stumbled on an enemy base, they contacted the Head Officer for further instructions.
Needles to say, they were told to proceed to the said location, but with extreme caution. With that, the squad took off into the woods.
After driving for about six hours, they discovered a fresh set of footprints leading deeper into the woods. They followed the tracks deep into the forest. After a solid two hours of driving they reached a clearing . Judging by the topography of the region surrounding them, they concluded they were not in proximity to a militant base, and they decided to head out in the morning. They were all very tired, and they slept peacefully until daybreak.
The following morning, they started making preparations to leave, when a squad member spotted a dark silhouette moving across the tree-line . The figure moved out of sight shortly after. The squad members reported their sightings to the H.O and once again, they instructed to follow. This time, however, my uncle was not prepared to accept orders and devised a clever plan. He proposed the entire squad be split into two. The first half would go in search of the silhouette and the other would stay put. My uncle and 3 others went in search of that thing. After twenty minutes of walking they came across a small village, without a wasting a second, they made their way down the slope and across an old bridge to reach the village.
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Monsters are real, and there’s more than just Bigfoot and Werewolves out there.
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Are they spirits, ghosts, or devils? Whatever they are, don’t go conjuring them with a ouija board, or you’ll need the exorcist!
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