Doppleganger at the Park

I have always believed stories about people seeing their own apparitions, apparitions of their dearly departed and other stories of that category. One thing I wasn’t sure about was doppelgangers. According to stories, a doppelganger is a creature that resembles you or someone you love down to every minute detail. It’s almost like the German equivalent of the Wendigo. I started to believe after a scary encounter with my own in 2009.

I had just gotten home from school and got a call from my girlfriend. She asked why I was walking towards a library on the other side of town. I told her I wasn’t, but she insisted that she saw me. He had the same red hair, pale skin, and slight limp in his right leg (I had pulled a tendon the previous week). I swore that whoever it was, it sure as heck wasn’t me. I figured she was joking or just plain lying. However, I remembered that jokes and lying weren’t exactly priorities for her. I figured she made a mistake and forgot about it.

A couple weeks later, I had just arrived for work and one of my co-workers asked “Weren’t you just here getting a soda half an hour ago?” I confirmed that I had been home half an hour ago. He insisted that someone who looked exactly like me had gotten a soda. I was starting to get freaked out because he barely knew me, so seeing me would stick out in his mind, since he had never seen someone like me before I started working there. I continued to tell him that he must’ve made a mistake, but he was adamant that he didn’t. I told him that i was an only child, so it couldn’t be a twin and it sure as heck wasn’t my cousins, because they all look different and only 2 of them live in the state, but many, many miles away. I tried to focus on work, but his claims put me so off-track, the manager sent me home early, and I made the excuse that I hadn’t slept well the previous night. She told me to take care of myself. When I got back, my girlfriend called me and asked if it was me she saw on a city bus this time. I told her it was. For some reason, she immediately hung up after I said that.

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The Black and White Children

I have had strange experiences my entire life. I don’t know if they are paranormal, or some kind of Monster/Urban legend; I really don’t know but I’ll leave it up to you to decide.

I was just like any other 8 year old. Running around playing with my friends, being outside was always my favorite after school activity. To describe the lay out I am from a small town in Canada. Like really small, less than three thousand people including a couple of cows. I lived in a very tiny, newly developed subdivision. There was me, a few neighbors, and a field behind the house that seemed to go on forever. Throughout our little town and acres of farms there were abandoned barns. I had seen them all over and they were nothing special to me. They were two stories (the top being where they held feed), all made out of wood that was now rotting and generally they had small bits of a rusty red coloured paint that was mostly chipped away. All of them were abandoned a long time ago. There was one of these barns near my house, in the back field, tucked away in a little grove of trees; it was tucked into a little C shape of trees and had an opening about the size of a car you could get through to it.

I was out in the field playing by myself and running through the tall grass as I often did when I saw the barn. Now I had walked passed this barn hundreds of times with my friends and family…it was different now. It lost all it’s colour. It wasn’t that same brown wooden colour with some red it was black and white. The trees surrounding it, usually vibrant and green, now seemed pale and lifeless. I knew my mom wouldn’t want me playing in the barn as it was falling apart, but this one seemed together. Like it was newly built. (It’s probably good to note this was a time where your children would run around anywhere and parents were just kinda like “hey come inside before dark” and my parents were at work during this time).

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Attacked on Ghost Mountain Road – Duplicate

I’ve been known to drive around aimlessly at times. Usually, I end up at a diner, laundromat, 24-hour store or someone’s house. However, I seem to have bad luck when it comes to having a destination in mind. 2016 was such a year. It was a year when an innocent trip became a night of unspeakable horror.

I was driving up to New York to visit my wife’s brother, Thomas.

As soon as I got on a lonely road, I got a sense that we were being watched. My wife was drumming her fingers on her arm rest, which is something she only does when she’s agitated. It was a warm night, so I thought opening a window would calm her down. However, as soon as i started to lower the window, she said “I swear to God, if you don’t put it back up, I’ll punch you!” Her tone made it clear that disobeying would be felt for days to come.

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“Double-Dip” of Ghosts At Camp Lejune

This story happened to me in October of 2009, around Halloween in North Carolina. Camp Lejune is a naval/military base near the Outer Banks on the coast. Despite that, it isn’t considered haunted by most people.

When I was driving past it 1 night at around 9 PM, I saw a haggard-looking man in a gray suit with his thumb out. I slowed to a stop and opened my window. I asked him if he would like a ride and he replied “That would be nice. Thank you.” I actually let him in and didn’t say anything about his suit. I figured he was a Civil War actor who had stayed out really late at a bar or restaurant. As I drove, we made small talk about the war and other things. He told me about the battles in the Carolinas and also about accidents that happened on the road a long time ago. We were having a good time, until I mentioned that I was from Pennsylvania. He stared at me with a look that was a cross of bewilderment with resentment. He just grunted and said “I see.” I figured he reacted like that because he was a Southern sympathizer. They all seem to be bitter about the outcome, even though it happened over a century and a half ago. After 20 more minutes, I got to the edge of the base, when he said “Please stop. This is where I get off.” I asked him if he would like a drink or some food. “No, thank you. I’m in a bit of a rush” he replied. As he got out, I saw he was looking pale and figured he was exhausted. However, after a few seconds, he was gone. I just drove off without saying a thing. I knew what happened, but was too tired to deal with it.

I was about to turn off to get back to my mom’s house (since I was visiting her) when I heard the radio crackle and in the static, I thought I heard a voice. I couldn’t make it out what it said, but despite the garble, I was able to pick out 3 words. “war”, “South”, and “Lee.” I figured Lee was a reference to Robert E. Lee. Lee had been a great commander for the South during the war. When I heard those words, I thought back to an experience in Gettysburg. I had brought a recorder and asked “Do you hate Robert E. Lee?” I got static that sounded like an angry “YES!” I shook it off and drove back around to re-enter the base to see if it was just interference. However, the radio was fine. When I got close to the exit again, I heard a voice clearly say “Damn the living who mock this war!”

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The Little Hand

This story was relayed by my father exactly once, shortly after it happened, to a roomful of adults.  I was five at the time, and clearly not meant to hear it.  I have asked him about it since, and he claimed to have no idea what I was talking about.

In the summer of 1992, Burger King ran a campaign offering inflatable toys with the Disney characters, Figaro and Cleo, on them.  I remember that my brother and I had one, and then one day, it was just gone.  I didn’t understand why until I heard my father tell his story.

He would work during the night time and come home very late.  He was standing in our dark kitchen one night, making himself some dinner and a drink.  According to him, our inflatable Figaro toy was sitting high up, on top of a cabinet.  To this day, I have no idea why it would have been there, or how it would have gotten there, since that was a highly unusual place to find anything of ours.

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The Beginning, Salem House

Hello Darkness, my story begins with a house I moved into in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Of all the things that happened to me in this house, I will share with you one of the most frightening. As a 32 year old man I find myself defending the paranormal due to my own experiences, with that being said, lets begin.
When I was 11 years old we lived in a house in Virginia Beach in the Salem area. In the house was , me, my brother and sister, my mother and stepfather, and my aunt. Many time in this residence we saw or felt very strange and un-explainable things…that of which I will share in future stories. But this was one that stands out to me today. My mother ran a daycare in our home…so it was common for us to have to sleep on floors occasionally. My aunt also shared a room with me so she sometimes got the privilege of having the bed. One night I fell asleep on the floor only to wake to one of my worst memories.
I owned many toys when I was a child, one of which was a soft ball sized Goosebumps skull, it had a green mow hawk like the mascot from the books. It had two rubber arms and shoulders, and also these red LED eyes…and a big plastic-molded skeleton grin. Now, if you turned it on…it would respond to sound…like claps or screams. When it responded to said noises…it would start vibrating…the eyes would blink fast red… and it would laugh ” HA HA HA HA HA HA”.
Now, again I care not who believes my story…this happened to me…but I find truth through obscurity and persistence…and what happened is more than can be described as obscure. I took the Goosebumps toy, stuck a push pin in the top of his head, and hung it from my ceiling so he always spun around and looked super cool. I wake up one morning…to the sound of the head laughing and flashing on the ceiling. I stood up, obviously un-nerved, and walked out of the room.
Again, at this point in residency, many strange things had already happened to me. I walk into my sister Marlayna’s room. I say ” Hey Nayna, you know the Goosebumps head?…it was laughing at me this morning when i woke up”. “Weird” she said, as she follows me to my room. To my horror…the head is now on the ground…not the string on the ceiling. It was facing the doorway…and I swear by everything that is holy….the plastic molded grin…was not a grin. It was….leering at me…frowning…like anger on this toys face. I immediately felt ill as my sister watched me approach the toy. I leaned down to pick it up…and the moment i touch it…it starts vibrating…and ” HA HA HA HA HA HA”, red eyes flashing. I am in tears as I turn the toy upside down to see the latch open with no batteries…I throw it across the room.
I come back hours later to get rid of the toy…and as I listen to the stories others share I want to add this was the house where we practiced Ouija. Again darkness many things have happened to me since and before this paranormal experience. Get back to me and please feel free to share this terrifying encounter.

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My nde was the scariest and best thing to ever happen to me

Hello Everyone. I have been thinking of posting this for a while. I thought about what I would say and when and how. Now I have found the perfect form to what I want to say. As of writing this, the date is Thursday, 1/24/2019. This absolutely True Story takes place 9/16/2018. I have Chronic Asthma, I’ve had it since birth. Unfortunately, its gotten in the way in my life. I am a little Autistic. I’m a male, 23 years of age, and in the past few months, I have made an entire change in my lifestyle and my overall life thinking and what I want for my future. Some examples include what I eat, how I think, and realizing who is whole-heartedly good and bad in my life. I live on the Outskirts of a small town in Vermont. In a trailer park. Not a trashy one either, it’s actually quite nice. I have become quite fond of this little three bedroom trailer.

Anyway on to what happened. Asfore-mentioned I have Chronic Asthma, well I was in a depressed state, as in a deep suicidal depression. At this time my girlfriend now fiancee was in the same depressive state. We were then living with my ex and now best friend. As well as my other best friend. For the sake of anonymity, I will change their names. For my fiancee, I will call her Sabby. My ex will be Lizzard, it was a nickname given to her by her sister when she was young. I loved it so much that I enjoyed calling her it. She honestly loves it, but won’t admit it to anyone if asked. Last but not least my best friend who we will call Pincent. He was there through a lot of major changes in my life and was absolutely supportive in my recovery, and still is to this day. Honestly, they all still are, and we are all still best friends.

We were all in this depressed situation, all three of us were suicidally depressed. On top of this, we had three dogs to care for. One was named Kaiya and she was 9. As well as my first fur baby named Susie who was 2 and a half. Lizzard and I still share custody of her, and Susie still knows me as Daddy. I still love her with all my heart. Last but not least in this story is Sophie. She is Pincents, she is about a year now I believe. I miss living with them. We all still talk, but it is just not the same. We are actually all meeting up at my friend’s house on Sunday to watch the Superbowl. I hate most sports but I can’t pass up the chance to hang with my friends again. I am more of the analytical type. I analyze everything I see and do.

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Presque Isle sequel

Anyone who’s been to Presque Isle State Park knows it’s a picturesque setting that seems as calm as can be. Being a small strip of land off the coast of Pennsylvania is a nice little touch, since I’ve lived in that state pretty much my whole life. What a lot of people don’t know is that in 1966, a strange report from 4 teenagers rocked the sleepy area. I had no idea when reading about it online, that the 50th anniversary would be just as bizarre.

In 2016, I decided to take some time off from the hustle and bustle of city life, and took a trip to Presque Isle. Other than the Ben Franklin Institute and Valley Forge outdoor mall, it was 1 of the few things in the state that I had always wanted to see, but never got the chance to until I moved out. Anyway, as I arrived, I noticed that there were a ton of people in boats, canoes, vehicles, you name it. I asked a motorist why there was such a commotion. He said “You know what today is? July 31st. It was right here, 50 years ago that teens saw a UFO Land. We’re hoping for something similar. I’ll be famous!” I told him that I honestly doubted 1 small UFO sighing would bring him fame, since he was 1 of at least 60,000 people who would immediately say “I believe in aliens!” if they were asked, me among them. I decided that, as long as those people kept quiet, I could still enjoy my time there.

Since it was still the early afternoon, I decided to do some exploring, but things got weirder. I saw a small group of hippies playing music and singing “The aliens will come and take us away. To a place where we cannot trek.” Rather than talk to people who may be legitimately insane, I decided to instead walk past them. As I did, I caught a small glint out of the corner of my eye. I whipped my head in the direction I saw it, but saw nothing. I decided it must have been a trick of the light. As I continued walking, I saw 4 people with telescopes. When they caught me staring, a little boy dressed as the prototypical alien for Halloween (as in he was dressed like it was Halloween, not 3 months away.) told me “We don’t want to see the aliens, we wanna see the ship.” Though the majority there were strange, it was nice to see so many enthusiasts. However, that small glint was still gnawing at me. If I had known that was preemptive to a grand finale, I would’ve just rolled with it.

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Champs see champ

During a basketball tournament for amateur teams, my team the Reading Roughriders had to go to New Jersey back in 2016 for a semifinal game. As we passed Lake Champlain, I thought about the monster that supposedly lived there, named Champ. I told the coach “Wouldn’t it be cool to see Champ?” He just laughed and told me that my flights of fancy were entertaining, but not important. I’m thinking it was.

As we traveled past, I thought I saw some kind of figure poke slightly out of the water. I decided that it was probably a log or hallucination. I thought I heard a teammate say “Did you see that?” a few seats in front of me, but didn’t question them. I talked to a few of my other teammates about it and they told me they had never heard of Champ and didn’t believe there was a monster in there. In other words, they thought I was lying or crazy.

During the game, I was so distracted, I couldn’t do anything correctly. All that ran through my mind was Champ. Things got so bad, I had to sit on the bench. I looked behind me and saw a young woman showing her friends pictures on a digital camera. I heard her mention Champ and asked if I could see the photos. She agreed and handed me the camera. What she caught was the same thing I had seen while cruising by the lake! I told her about my encounter, and unlike my teammates, she believed me. I decided to keep everything else I believed to myself though. Just because someone believes it doesn’t mean they agree with every aspect.

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Attacked on Ghost Mountain Road

I’ve been known to drive around aimlessly at times. Usually, I end up at a diner, laundromat, 24-hour store or someone’s house. However, I seem to have bad luck when it comes to having a destination in mind. 2016 was such a year. It was a year when an innocent trip became a night of unspeakable horror.

I was driving up to New York to visit my wife’s brother, Thomas. As soon as I got on a lonely road, I got a sense that we were being watched. My wife was drumming her fingers on her arm rest, which is something she only does when she’s agitated. It was a warm night, so I thought opening a window would calm her down. However, as soon as i started to lower the window, she said “I swear to God, if you don’t put it back up, I’ll punch you!” Her tone made it clear that disobeying would be felt for days to come. I immediately put the window back up and asked her what her problem was. She stared at me for about 5 minutes without saying a word. “We’re on Ghost Mountain Road” she said. I immediately braked and asked her “Are you sure?” She nodded and told me that my reaction must mean I heard about Ghost Mountain Road in the PA, NY area. I nodded and told her all the stories I heard. It didn’t take long for me to realize why she was so agitated. The stories that came out of Ghost Mountain Road were strange, bizarre, scary, and downright disturbing. I decided to try turning around, but I wasn’t able to, because what happened next is something I’ll never forget.

I had just shifted into reverse, when a gang of 8 albinos ran out of the woods, and started punching, kicking, whipping, and smacking my Camry. I didn’t know where they got the whips and had no interest in asking because they were clearly focused on possibly hurting me, my wife, or both. I started to honk my horn to scare them off, but they didn’t relent. I started to call the police, but then remembered that even the cops wanted to stay away and refused to patrol the mountain alone. I felt like I was standing at the gates of Hell. All of a sudden, I saw a face loom at my window and I screamed bloody murder. All I saw was white skin, red hair, and (freakiest of all) violet eyes. It was a female albino. To be honest, I had NEVER seen a female albino. If I wasn’t panicking at that moment, I probably would’ve found her mildly attractive. But, due to the circumstances, I was fearing for my life. I decided to take a huge risk, and did something that was both brave and extremely stupid. I took out a flare gun, which I only had for emergencies, and opened my window just enough to fire a flare. As soon as it cracked, the albinos got scared and ran back into the woods. My wife was so terrified, she immediately vomited on the floor. I saw a scratch mark on my window and knew if I hadn’t had the flare gun, one or both of us would’ve likely been stabbed.

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