(Beford this begins, this story is 100% true. Also, in the story i made it sound kind of calm, but it was not. Please keep in mind that while the story may seem kind of calm, the entire time dread, fear, stress and anxiety took me over. Thanks) Hello, I’m a 15 year old from a small town in Indiana. I have been with our school’s marching band for 2 years. I play trumpet, but my one year I was put on Synthesizer (A big electronic bass piano, with the ability to make samples for use in our show) We are in Class b, and we have various connections between schools around our area. There is a school we know, who are in class a (Class is based on amount of people in that school.) Our percussion ensemble went to this school in June of 2017. This school was much bigger than ours, (I mean, our high school could fit inside it at least 3 times) so, we began to practice. The Marimbas, Vibraphones, and bells went into the band room, while the synthesizers went into the choir room. There were 5 in all, me, My best friend still to this day, and 3 other kids from the school. After practice, they bought some pizza, but no soda. They had gatorade and stuff, but i really needed caffeine. I asked one of the kids where a soda machines was, and they said in the cafeteria. My friend and i began to walk down a really long hall towards the cafeteria, when we saw 2 kids, about 8 and 9, riding around on a swivel office chair. They had wheeled into an indent in the hall that ked to rooms. We didn’t think anything of it. We made our way down, but once we got to the indent, there was no door, no kids, nothing. We were creeped out, but carried on. We got our drinks, and made our way down the hall again. We made it past the indent, and we heard a loud crash. We turned around to see a light was out, and below it was the silhouette of aMassive figure, Holding what appeared to be some type of hook or anchor. Me and my friend were completely frozen in fear. Suddenly, a voice came from the..thing. “Now i lay me down to sleep. Pray the lord my soul to keep. If i die before i wake, pray the lord my soul to take.” The voice was so scraggly, it sounded like a person trying to imitate my father. Eventually, me and my friend moved backwards, to see if step out of the light. It had long, greasy black hair covering its pale, cracked skin. It had black eyes, but were bloodshot. It had a hand missing, and was shaking. Eventually, me snd my friend built up enough speed to run down the hall. We made it back to safety, and we didn’t tell anybody what happened, out of fear of making a fool of ourselves in front of seniors. We jusr Kept quiet about it. My friend recently brought it up. I immediately remembered it, and we got to talking about it. Halfway through our conversation, he said that the shadow was very creepy. I replied, saying that he was crazy for thinking that was the scariest part. He said, “Yea, that wasn’t the scariest part. The scariest part was when he recited the lords prayer in my moms voice.” I froze, and told him that it was my dads voice i heard. He said otherwise. I asked him what he thought the creature was. He looked confused. “Creature? There was just a shadow figure. What creature?” Chills ran down my body. I was absolutely shocked and petrified. I wanted to post this here, because i need somebody to try and explain this creature. I know this sounds like a fake story, or a creepypasta, but it’s real. Believe me or not, i know what i saw.
I’ve been to the Carbon County jail in Jim Thorpe multiple times for field trips and tours. My sister had been there once for a Girl Scouts trip. She had just seen a female ghost, but I had a much bigger experience. Unlike other times, I was fully expecting to see something paranormal. It was more of a sensation than sight though.
While we were taking a tour, my girlfriend kept telling me to stop stroking her hair and poking her. I had to repeatedly insist that i wasn’t doing anything. As much as I liked her, poking and stroking were still off-limits at the time. Anyway, as we continued to walk, I kept getting cold chills and my other friend with us kept saying he saw shadows. My girlfriend kept insisting she saw eyes peering out from the darkness. While the guide explained what happened at the gallows, my girlfriend snapped a picture with her flash, since it was almost pitch-black. When she looked at her screen (it was a digital camera), all we saw was a black square. “That’s weird.” she said. “How did I get a negative if I used flash in darkness?” I didn’t have an answer and neither did my friend. I thought I saw something skitter into a cell, and figured it was just a mouse.
When we got to the hall with the famous “Handprint on the Wall” in one of the cells, I started getting chills again. I turned to my girlfriend to mention it, but saw she was green. I asked her “Are you feeling okay?” She just shook her head and told me she felt nauseous. I assured her it was just lunch not agreeing with her. As we continued walking, I swore I could hear a voice say “Bring me freedom.” I asked the other 2 if they heard that, but both of them said they didn’t hear anything. I’ll never forget the final incident at Cell 17.
I have been hiking many times in the Appalachian and Blue Ridge mountains of the Mid-Atlantic United States. My favorite part is in Pennsylvania due to it being miles upon miles of nothing but mountains. A few years ago, I went hiking with 2 guys from my school wrestling team, Patrick LaBuz and Jon Nahay. We all agreed that we would go during winter, since the mountains are even more enticing when all white and gray. I had never hiked during winter before, but figured it would be fun. In one word: NO.
We got a late start on our first day of camping and were on edge because we didn’t find a spot until about 6 PM. It wasn’t snowing, so we built a campfire and talked about the school years (we had all graduated in 2010, it was now 2013.) I asked them if they had any scary things happen to them. Patrick said “Well, I have heard about this area, but never took much stock in it.” Jon and I pestered him to tell us what he had heard. He said that a friend of his had seen Bigfoot in the area we were at. The description is what you would expect. 7-7 1/2 feet tall, about 600 pounds, dark red or brown fur, and disproportional body attributes, like extremely long arms and a heavy stomach. Jon and I both figured that a sighting that accurate didn’t sound like a lie. I’ve always believed in Sasquatch and his counterparts, but Jon didn’t. I figured of he was interested, it was credible. Patrick finished by telling us “The footprints they found were measured and wound up being 21 inches long!” Jon started to snicker and said “I guess Shaquille O’Neal lent him his shoes.” I didn’t make a joke, because a foot that long sounded feasible if it was a monster. I told Patrick that the Bigfoot was probably long gone by now. I had no idea that he/she was much closer than I anticipated.
The first few days were uneventful. On the 4th day, a snow squall came out of nowhere just past noon. we decided to find some trees for cover and found a nice thicket that was heavily wooded, but didn’t have any brambles or thorn bushes with enough space to move around. We all hunkered down inside our tent and passed around REMs (Ready to Eat Meals, like the military use). We were able to sleep without any problem as the snow continued to fall. The next morning, I woke up and decided to look outside. about 8 inches of snow had fallen, so it wasn’t too hard to navigate. I was about to turn around when I noticed something in the snow pile. I got closer and saw a weird shape. Something like a very large footprint that had 4 toes. I thought about mentioning it to my 2 friends, but then I saw something that scared me to death. Before I go on, I was wide awake and not sleepy at all, so I know what I saw. I saw someone or something standing near a group of trees that was only about 50 feet away. I estimated it to be about 7 feet, extremely strong, very large all around, and was cinnamon-colored. I fought the urge to yell out in alarm, and instead backed up slowly, never taking my eyes off the creature. I was about to enter a hidden area, when the figure turned and looked right at my spot where I was! I froze and didn’t even blink. I wasn’t sure f it saw me or not. After a tense 20 seconds, the creature turned away and lumbered through the woods away from me. I didn’t take a single step until it was out of sight. Afraid, and with fear trumping common sense, I ran as fast as I could to tell Patrick and Jon what I had seen. When I arrived at our campsite, I saw everything was packed up, and Patrick was in the car, with Jon climbing into the trunk. I asked him what was going on, and Patrick told me to just get in so we could go. I got in without argument and made him swear to tell me what had happened while I was gone.
Despite seeming to be a glutton for paranormal encounters, I always say I would avoid it if I can help it. 2015 was a year when I really wish I could’ve helped it. If I had that ability, I probably would’ve been able to leave the year without one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. Hopefully, this story will be believed, because I don’t want views, I just want to relay this so I can get it off my chest.
I have a friend named Alexander who’s a fan of the RPG Dungeons & Dragons. He is convinced that the game has supernatural or paranormal origins. My female friend Grace and I told him multiple times that he’s crazy. He kept insisting that playing the game would release something. I heard crazy stories about people taking it too seriously and he was the wizard, so I had a feeling that if he believed it, I would get dragged into somehow, since he seems to deify and worship me, like I should solve his matters. It turns out that he did drag me into a huge matter that I regret agreeing to help him with to this very day. Then again, if I didn’t help, he would’ve just roped someone else into it.
He called me on December 30th at about 11 PM and told me he was really scared. Being half-asleep, I just asked “What?” He told me that he was fully convinced that he had accidentally summoned a succubus. Understandably, I was not believing it for a second. He usually had sudden flights of fancy just to get attention. I asked him what made him so sure, and he told me “A demon came on me and said she would fuck me until I died.” I was seriously annoyed at that point. My friend was convinced that a demon told him something like that. I explained to him in my calmest voice that if he was indeed dealing with a succubus, she would be more forceful than that. He kept insisting it was true. I told him that he needed to do 3 things. Take a hint, get a life, and let me sleep. He promised me a set of trading cards if I helped. They were My Little Pony trading cards of all things. Though I’m not a big fan, I figured I would give the cards to my friends. That agreement ended up being a mistake.
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.
This story is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. Not because of the way it looked, just how it made me feel. It was that overwhelming sense of paralyzing fear you get when you are in the presence of pure evil that I will always remember. Now please sit back and let me tell you my TRUE paranormal encounter.
I had had a long day at school and wanted more then anything to get to my bed at home and to collapse in it and start my weekend. I got home and of course what I wanted didn’t happen. I had to come home and do chores like my dad wanted and do the huge amount of homework that was given to me by teachers. By the end of the day I was in a bad mood, I was tired and worn out and just wanted to be alone, but of course I have siblings and they wouldn’t let me go to sleep. So of course I got more agitated and I am certain that the way I felt attracted this evil presence.
By the time I got to bed it was late, I can’ t remember which time I fell asleep or passed out but I do remember what happened as clear as day. I woke up around 3:40 ish and I didn’t even realize that I had fallen asleep until my groggy mind started to clear up. My vision went to fuzzy to clear and that’s when I saw IT. For some reason our bedroom door was open and I had a clear view of the hallway and stairs. I saw a black figure coming up the stairs, very slowly. I was so scared I couldn’t move, its like this thing whatever it was casted fear over me. It came to the top of the stairs, and stopped in front of my mothers room which was across the hall. It then made a turn and faced me.
This is a true story that concerns both me and my sister:
My sister was accepted into medical school in St. Louis, MO in 2014. She moved into a very cheap apartment as it was all she could afford given the university’s high tuition fees and expenses. The buildings in the apartment complex were very old and run down. The complex itself was in a very unsafe part of the city and the surrounding area was very eerie and desolate. She told my parents that she felt uncomfortable in her apartment and would often feel as though she was being watched. My parents brushed her concerns off as nothing more than minor adjustment difficulties. After all, it was her first time living alone and being far away from home.
As months passed, my sister’s fears worsened and she told my parents that she was having trouble sleeping as strange noises from outside her window would wake her up in the middle of the night. She was too terrified to investigate these noises and instead kept her curtains closed and hid under the covers, until she was able to go back to sleep.
My parents became increasingly concerned for her well-being and they asked me to fly out to St. Louis to keep her company for a few days. Spring break had just begun and I had enough time to kill so I didn’t mind.
First I am sorry if this stretches out a bit long but a lot happened that year of 2003. You see 15 years ago when I was a 16 year old kid I had this book called “ten creepiest creatures in America” I loved that book and in there was a creature called mothman. I became entranced with this book and the creatures inside.
This was my ultimate mistake, I wished to see each and every one of these creatures first hand . Starting with the first one – mothman.
Little is known about the creature besides that it almost seems like an omen to disasters . But a year prior to the event I started a website devoted to mothman and it’s sightings. Now I had hundreds upon hundreds of recorded sightings that I sifted through trying to find a way to bring this creature to Dallas Texas.
One sorry talked about yelling “if there are any demons out there , come and get me”. I noted this for when we wanted to lure him here.
I´m a 21 year old girl from Norway, this happened to me when I was around 13-14 years old.
Me, my mom, my sister and her two daughters went on a road trip to Sweden one summer, we rented a cabin for 2 nights before driving back home. The journey went well and after 13 hours we finally arrived to the resort where the cabin was located.
We got the keys for a small wood cabin with 4 beds and a small bathroom. The beds in the cabin was full of doghair, and since both me and my sister are allergic, we had to get a new cabin.
We got the keys to a big red house on the middle of the resort. 1 bathroom, kitchen, living room and 2 bedrooms. It was beautiful and I looked forward to stay there for the 2 days and spend time with my family.
Me and my mom got the bedroom on the second floor and my sister and her daughters had the room right below us. This is important for the story to know.
We went out for shopping and came back with food for a big BBQ, candy and food for breakfast the next day.
It started to get dark outside, so we decided to have the BBQ before it got too dark. My mom and my sister made the food and the kids included me played some games on the lawn while we waited for the food. I got a feeling that I was being watched from the window upstairs. I kept looking up, but I didn’t see anything. My sister eventually joined the game, but every time I looked at her, she was watching the same window as me. I said it was cold outside and I wanted to eat in the kitchen because I was too scared to look up to the window again.
We sat in the kitchen around a table playing cards and listening to music. The girls was dancing around and we had a really good time. I got the feeling that I was being watched again and had to look up the staircase that u could see from the kitchen. It was dark upstairs, so I could not see anything, but I was sure something was up there looking back down at us. My mom commented that she felt something or someone was watching her and I told her I was feeling the same. We all got creeped out and we decided to go to bed.
When i was 8, my sister and I were living with our mom in a small house near Camp Lejune in North Carolina. One day, i looked out my window and saw that there was a ramshackle house a couple blocks down. My mom let my sister and I go anywhere in our small community, so my sister and I decided to investigate. Our neighbors, Jessica and Marcia joined us. When we steeped inside the abandoned house, it smelled of mold, mildew, and cat urine. Jessica made a comment about it smelling like death, and I noticed Marcia shoot her a glance. Jessica didn’t say anything more. After we left, i had a feeling something was watching me. I looked back and saw nothing. The other 3 were completely normal. A few weeks later, my sister and I had gone to a pool party and we heard 2 teenagers talking about the ranch house near my house. As we listened, one of them said “Yeah. But, he was never found.” We were intrigued, so we asked my mom about it. She said the old house hadn’t been lived in for at least 15 years. I asked her why exactly, and she told me that a man who used to live in it went hunting in Pennsylvania and was expected to be back within a week. He never returned. After 11 days, there was a search party of about 300 people searching North Carolina and Pennsylvania. Even thought the search was long and exhaustive, no trace of the man was ever found. A few nights later, my sister shook me awake and told me to look out the window. I looked outside at the house in the distance and saw a bright light upstairs. I looked at my sister and she nodded, meaning that was what she wanted me to see. The next day, we woke up at 5 and dressed quietly. Our mom would kill us if she saw we were outside at that time. We both creeped over to the house – which was now dark – and looked inside. We saw something we hadn’t seen before. It was an old shoe. We both distinctly remembered no shoe being there when we had checked a couple weeks ago. My sister said it was either a prank or someone with a twisted sense of humor. A few days before the school year began and we had to move back with our dad, I looked one more time and saw someone walking towards the house. I ran towards the house and arrived to see the 2 teens setting down a coat on the floor. When they saw me watching, they froze and acted natural. I asked them about the shoe and they said they were putting stuff in the house and did it to scare the “C-Kids” which was their slang for city kids. They led me upstairs and showed me that the light my sister and I had seen was a spotlight they had been operating that night. I asked them about something I had seen that my sister didn’t. I had seen a filmy white figure roaming the house a couple nights after the pool party. I asked them which one of them it was and they both looked at the floor, then at each other, then at me. “That wasn’t us” they said. All of a sudden, all 3 of us had a feeling something was staring at us. We ran downstairs, but the feeling stayed with us. The 2 teens both looked back and screamed. I looked back and then it was MY turn to scream! We all saw a figure of a man with only half a face. The 2 teens were both 16, so they didn’t know that the man had gone missing while hunting. They only knew he was never found. We all decided that what we were looking at was the ghost of him. We attributed his bloody shirt to mean he was either shot or suffered an accident. The half-face? We aren’t sure about that. He shook a fist at us and then yelled. It was the most terrifying yell I’ve ever heard. It was something between a panther and screeching tires. We all ran without looking back again and burst into my house. My sister and mom looked up and saw all 3 of us collapsed on the floor. My mom asked what happened and we quickly said that we were scared because we saw a wolf (my house was across the street from some woods.) I told my sister before our dad arrived on the day we moved back and she didn’t say anything. I guess she believed me. To this day, I still think about that house. Did somebody buy it? If so, did they figure out the deal with the ghost? Was the ghost just melancholy or sinister? Also, will he ever find peace?
Note: A few weeks after I moved back, a man’s body was found in Allentown. He had half of his face missing, which was attributed to scavengers.