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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Hello my name is Jessica. I’m a 30 year old female and mother of 5. This story takes place in ky. One november night my sons we’re sleeping so my 2 daughters and I decided to watch a movie. So here’s a layout of the house. Its a 3 bedroom house with a basement and a sunroom connected to our kitchen. There is one door you can enter the sunroom through the kitchen then the backdoor is in the sunroom.
So half way through the movie my youngest daughter went into the kitchen for a snack and she saw that the back door was open from the window in the kitchen,which was odd because we never use the back door for anything and it always stays locked. So she yelled for me and I checked the sunroom and found nothing so I just figured one of my sons must’ve fucked with the door and I did not notice it until then. So I shut the door and locked it and that was it for the night.
The next night we put our cats in the sunroom where they like to play. The boys were in their room playing xbox and my oldest daughter was in her room doing homework. My ten year old daughter and I were in the living room also doing homework. When we saw one of our cats walk past the living room doorway and I know for a fact they were in the sunroom so I got up walked into the kitchen and saw that the door was wide open. I checked on my boys who hadn’t left their room same with my daughter so I got a little creeped out at this point but let it go and a couple hours later we all went to bed.
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We were visiting New York from Canada during our time off from school .There were three of us staying in a well-known hotel in Times Square. The hotel has floors for regular guests as well as several floors for their snobby “preferred” guests. As we did not feel safe going out at night we stayed in the hotel, which was kind of boring.
One night while we were there 2 of us went to walk around in the hotel. We started riding the elevators to random floors to kill time. At one point we accidentally got into the “preferred” people elevator, and could smell the stench of the rich. It smelled like the distinct odour of the wealthiest portion of Wall Street. A menacing woman gave us an offensive look, asking if we were “going up”. We could tell she didn’t want us there, but this may have been embarrassment due to her rancid stink of cash.
We went up to the toppest top floor of our hotel and we were traumatized to discover that we had inadvertently made it to the snobbiest snob floor by mistake. Just for a second we felt a feeling of snobbishness overcome us, and immediately went back to another elevator to return to the hobo floors. When we got into the elevator a woman was taking photos of the elevator door with a disgusted expression. Soon after she got off we discovered the horror of American hotels. We saw two hand prints in an explicit position with white “crud” dried all around the finger marks. “Oh my god, someone was screwing the elevator”
This experience happened around 10 years ago when I was about 9 years old.
My parents had been fighting, and they were in the process of getting a divorce. They didn’t want me to have to be in that kind of environment, so they decided that I should stay with my aunt, who we’ll call Jane, for the summer. At that point, I had only met my Aunt Jane twice. I was a shy little girl, so I was really scared to have to leave my home behind for those few months. My mom convinced me by telling me all about the woods Aunt Jane lived in. Her house was isolated, and woods surrounded it for miles. I had always lived in the city, and I was dying to experience the outdoors. I quickly forgot about all my previous fears, and was now couldn’t wait to visit.
I started packing a week before I even left, and I couldn’t wait until the day I would leave.
Sometime in late June, Aunt Jane came to pick me up. Aunt Jane is a very petite woman. Probably about 5″1 and 120 lbs. Short black curly hair, and wearing at least 4 inch heels. She was younger than my mother, probably in her early 20s. She was amazing and easy to talk to. Funny, friendly, the whole package. It was a great change from the constant arguing of my parents. Aunt Jane lived about 400 miles away from my home and in another state, so it was a two day trip to her house. We stayed in a hotel after driving the entire day, and all was well. The next day, we finally arrived. What I heard about the place was true, In all directions, there were only trees and hills.
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It was another boring and painful day at the hospital. As always, they brought me some food, which wasn’t very tasty, they checked if I was still alive and said some nice words, so I could feel a little bit better about this horrible situation.
I was suffering from lung cancer.
Suddenly, about 4p.m., I started feeling weaker and weaker as time moved on… Finally I couldn’t even cough, I begun to choke on my own breath and slimy spit… I tried to push the button next to me to call a nurse, but I couldn’t reach… Then the darkness came.
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Ok, So before i tell you my story, I need to catch you up. This is the second time this has happened but hopefully the last anyway, This happened the same year I met Joe and all that went down. Matt had moved away so I was single.
It was valentines day week and this was usually the time people start getting all lovey dovey but I don’t care much for it mainly because I find myself sick every valentines day. There was this girl, her name we can say is Darla because I want to respect her. Darla and I where pretty good friends, We hung out and had a few classes together, She had previously told me she was gay and I respected that, Frankly I was proud to be her friend.
“What are you gonna do for valentines, Moon?” She had asked. Jessica herd and knowing my Valentines day curse she butted in, “Probably lay in bed all day and watch anime!” Everyone started to laugh even me but Darla didn’t, she kept a still face and kept staring at me. I was pretty creeped out but I didn’t say anything and kept talking. But as Valentines day kept getting closer and closer she would keep a better eye on me, constantly want to be around me.
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