As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Paranormal, Unexplained Horror & other Strange Scary stories - 24 True Scary Stories (ATRD Ep. 125)

Episode Date: May 28, 2024

Welcome to the chilling 125th episode of The ATRD Podcast! Today, we will step into the shadowy corners of reality, where everyday life takes an eerie twist & ordinary people experience the extraordinary. Today we will be diving into some unexplained and truly bizarre horror stories. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in today's Video... Wylie Zeck (Wylo), Carla Base, Aaron plecenik , LaShawn.D40, Summer Character, antagonizerz, Lucy F., Delicious_Opinion457, InfectedNeedle, Atlas_ram, Emilio, badlungsmckgee, Powerful_Queen, SpyFoxB, Karen, Missy, CountryBoy615, LooseGooseCannon, CarlaMae, Crista Thompson... As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. 'As The Raven Dreams' is a community where we explore the darker parts of human existence through true and harrowing stories. From sinister encounters with strangers and stalkers, to terrifying experiences that defy explanation and unsettling mysteries that linger in the shadows, I am here to tell you the most haunting narratives ever whispered. Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #RedditStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a story you would like to hear featured on this podcast, please go to ashtherravendreams.com and click the button to submit your story. Also, if the platform you're listening on has the option to rate this podcast, please consider doing so. And thank you. This happened to me back in about 2015. I worked as a project manager for a medium-sized company in the Midwest. As a project manager, I had to go to a lot of companies. conferences and a lot of conventions, which meant I also traveled a lot. However, I've never been big on flying, so I drove when I could, if possible, or I took a train,

and flying would be my last resort. Thankfully, the company I worked for was very understanding, and paid for gas and mileage. In the late spring of that year, I had a large convention I had to go to on the West Coast, The plan was to drive and being a single woman, I was going to be alone, which also wasn't anything new for me. The drive to my hotel was uneventful, which wasn't a problem. I'm the type that can drive really far without having to stop. It's probably not good, but I get tunnel vision and have a goal in mind and I'm dedicated. Like I said, project manager.

Anyways, I arrived at the hotel. got checked in, and met up with a few co-workers for drinks that night. The convention was two and a half days long, and I was expected to attend at least the first two days. The last day was optional. But this isn't necessarily about the convention either. Again, that was the same as all the others I'd gone to. The second evening of the convention,

I was packing up my stuff to bring it back to my room, and one of my coworkers helped carry it. back. After he left, I wanted to have a quiet dinner by myself before I went back home the next day. I'd been talking to a friend of mine about the trip, because he used to live in the state. And he suggested that I'd try out this little restaurant that was called something like Pablo's. I remembered him mentioning it, so after changing into something a little more casual, I headed out to my car to check it out. However, once I got to my car, I realized I left my phone on the charger and made my way back up to the room to grab it.

I exited the elevator and started walking down the hall when I saw a man with his hand on a door handle, about to enter a room. At first it wasn't important, as it just appeared that he was entering his own room or maybe waiting on someone to open the door for him that he was with. The problem with this was, as I got closer, I realized he was trying the door. door handle to my room. He was in normal clothes, like jeans and a t-shirt, as in he wasn't wearing a housekeeping uniform or even a hotel shirt that I saw the other employees wearing. He also didn't appear drunk, either, like he was just lost or confused. So why was he trying to enter my room?

I stopped by the door next to my room and just asked, Hi, that's my room. Can I help you with something? He slowly turned to look at me and said, You're a long way from Chicago, eh? It can be pretty dangerous traveling alone around here. It was definitely unexpected for him to call out Chicago specifically, because that was where I was from.

But there was a large convention with a lot of people. It was entirely possible he overheard me mentioned Chicago to someone else. I know that I didn't speak with him directly, because I'm very good at remembering faces. I had not seen that man at all these last two days. So I just made a joke that this place was pretty tame compared to Chicago. He did not chuckle, he did not smirk nor smile. Nothing.

So, I just tried to say excuse me while holding out my card so that I could get into my room. He backed away from the door, so I got as close as possible, inserted my card, and tried to slip in without giving him much space. He didn't try to get into my room, but he did try to stop me when he spoke again. Whatever you do tonight, Missy, don't go to Pablo's. He then nodded and started walking away towards the elevators. I went to my room and sat on the chair for several minutes trying to digest what had just happened. My name is Melissa.

but people do call me Missy. Again, he could have been at the convention and heard me or someone else say it, or he could have just also been saying it as a non-formal version of Ms. or Ms. And just completely coincidentally, said Missy. I could rationalize those, but what I couldn't explain, however, was the comment about Pablo's. I had the conversation about it with my friend before I even left for this trip. I also had not mentioned it to anyone at the convention that I was going to be going there,

as I had not decided on it yet. So why would he bring it up specifically? Why would he bring up Pablo's? After that interaction, I was not comfortable going anywhere that night, and I was not going to tell my co-workers that some random guy in the hotel spooked me. So I ordered some room service and tried to just forget about the whole thing. The next morning, I got all my stuff packed into my car and checked out of my hotel. I went to the convention, but more so as a visitor so I could walk around and enjoy everyone else's hard work,

putting the night prior's events in the past. After a few hours, I wanted to get on the road so I could stick to my schedule. I got into my car, set up my GPS, and looked both ways, preparing to pull out of the parking garage. but to my right, I saw the same guy from that night standing near a pole. We made eye contact, and again without as much as a smile, he nodded at me and then walked off. It gave me goosebumps. Something was just off about him. Again, my drive home went fine and life was continuing as normal. As I normally do when I go on these trips, I usually take the next two days off to try and recuperate.

do things I need to do around the house and just have some time to decompress after socializing so much. During this time, my friend that I mentioned earlier came over to have dinner with me. I was telling him about the trip when he gasped and asked me, Oh, did you get to check out Pablo's? That's when I remembered the weird guy. I told him that I hadn't and explained how I had intentions ongoing, but that the guy stopped me.

That's when his eyes widened, and he said how crazy that was, because, after confirming the news and dates, Pablo's had a kitchen fire, and something actually blew up in the back, injuring a handful of employees and a few customers. It happened the same night that I was planning on going. Did the fire have anything to do with what that guy meant? Again, I can put the name in Chicago,

thing aside, but the fact that he called out Pablo's and that there happened to be a fire there, something was bizarre about that. But the fire was also determined to have been started by one of the employees that night. It was accidental. Something was too close to the stove or something. I don't quite remember the details, so I can't even say it was arson and that the guy planned it. So how did he know? My friend and I had a bit of a freak-out session thinking about it, but afterwards that was pretty much it.

There was no way we would ever get answers or probably ever meet this guy again to ask. But I guess all I can say is thank you. He may have saved me from injuries and possible mental trauma from witnessing everything. I haven't really talked about this online. Though my wife, then girlfriend, loves to share this story. with anyone who will listen. Years ago, when we first met, my wife and I shared a love of photography and exploration.

We called it ghost hunting, but it was more akin to visiting abandoned locations and taking photographs. I used a 35-millimeter camera with Ilford HP5 Plus film, and she used a Canon Rebel digital camera. We would often scout locations online with plans to visit them and get some picks for our library.

This time it was an old abandoned fuel refinery slash storage depot just off of a beach overlooking Lake Ontario. It would be tricky getting into the old refinery itself from the front, and so I used Google Maps to see if there was any other way that we could get in. It looked like a wall was blocking most of our way in, except for a small section just off the beach that had only a chain link fence. The beach itself looked extremely disheveled, like it had seen little use, so we hoped this would give us the privacy we needed to sneak in. I mean, sneaking into an abandoned industrial structure isn't exactly legal, and we didn't want anyone calling the cops on us, so we packed our gear and headed out on our excursion.

We had a hard time finding the entrance to the beach parking lot, but found it was blocked only by a loose chain that was laying on the ground, half buried in the dirt, as if someone had removed it long ago and just left it there. As we pulled into the parking area, there were no cars except for hours, which we noticed immediately. As we pull in and I park, my wife points and says,

there's people here. I look up and see several dozen people all along the shoreline and all staring out at the water at literally nothing. No ships, no planes, no boats of any kind. They're all just staring blankly. There was nothing particularly interesting about these people. They were all different age groups from young adults to elderly, though there were no children,

and all were dressed as you would expect people to dress. It was a warm sunny day, and though some were in shorts, I found it odd that others were in long pants with jackets. It was far too warm for a jacket. What really struck me, though, was the confusion of how they got there. No cars, no bikes, nothing. And no place to park up on the street for at least a few kilometers. No houses nearby either, so locals? Maybe, but from where?

Anyway, they're pretty much ignoring us as we sit in the car, contemplating whether to call the whole thing off, partially because of our need for privacy and partly because of how weird it was feeling. After a few minutes of deliberation, we decided to continue on with the plan, thinking that whatever they're doing, they're not interested in us. So, we get out of the car grabbing the cameras. No sooner do we close. and lock our doors, then every head turns and looks at us. I mean, every one of them.

And there's a couple dozen of them, still facing the water, but their heads have turned to look in our direction. We froze for a second, looked at each other just completely weirded out. It felt like a long time, but was probably only a minute or so, when they all just turned back to face the water, ignoring us again. At this point we got together and, in whispers, we're discussing what to do. All the while we were watching these people who completely ignored us. Finally, after some back and forth, we decided to press on.

However, we'd been to some far sketchier places in the past, though this was a new one. We walked along the beach to the section of the wall where the fence was and found a gap to enter. This is when I noticed they were looking at us. again, every one of them. We paused and hesitated to enter. After a few minutes they again turned away. So, trying to be sneaky, we ducked behind the wall to the fence. From where we were, I couldn't see all of them, but the half dozen or so that I did see had turned their heads toward us, not moving their bodies, just their heads. It just seemed that every time we moved, that we moved, that we had turned their heads. That's when they would look at us.

We were committed and decided to get in, take our picks quickly, and then get out. The time we spent in the refinery couldn't have been longer than 15 minutes. We'd planned for an hour or more originally, but the strangeness being what it was, we knew this had to be a short one. As we climbed back through the gap in the fence, the first thing that caught me was that there was nobody in sight. I stopped my wife and told her this as we hesitated before passing the wall. We looked out slowly, trying to not call attention to ourselves. As we passed the wall, the entire place was in view.

Not a freaking person there. Nobody. Even stranger, it looked like nobody had ever even been there, at least for a long time. Now, I didn't make any close inspection of the area, but the sand looked undisturbed. There were footprints, but not enough for several dozen people, and they didn't look new. You know how a beach's sand can look dry on the surface, but if you kick into it, darker wet sand underneath shows, there was none of that. Just a few small dunes of dry-blown sand. It was eerie as hell.

The only noise were the distant cars on the road. After this, we hurried back to our car, not running really. but definitely not taking time to enjoy a day at the beach. Not that there was much to enjoy there. We will never forget that place and how truly freaky it was. Lazzang sur-joled, puissance-molyan for 15 minutes.

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writing this for a while. now, but I finally have a chance to gather my thoughts. So, here it goes. I, 32-year-old female, have experienced sleep paralysis almost as far back as I can remember, with the earliest occurrence happening when I was about eight years old. I had a dream where I was running around outside of my front yard, and I lay down on the rail of our porch to catch my breath. It was a concrete porch, sturdy enough for people to sit on and just wide enough for me to lay on. In my dream, I closed my eyes and after a few seconds, I heard my grandpa calling for me to come inside.

When I tried to get up, I just couldn't. I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move. And that's when the panic started to set in. I tried to scream for help, but of course I couldn't do that either. I finally snapped out of it and woke up in my bed with my heart beating out of my chest. That would be terrifying for anyone, let alone an eight-year-old girl.

Little did I know that this was the first of many of these experiences. I want to say it happens randomly, and somewhat sporadically. I can go weeks or months without an episode, and then out of nowhere it'll start up again, once or twice a week, or even two or three times in one night. However, I have noticed that it tends to happen more often when I'm under a lot of stress. It happened a lot in high school, about once a week, and again when I started working two jobs. It's happened so much that I've grown somewhat accustomed to it,

and for the most part I can calm myself down by counting down from ten, or praying when it gets too overwhelming, which is kind of ironic or hypocritical, because I'm agnostic and borderline atheist, but I digress. The best solution I've found is to just have someone else wake me up. But when I tell whomever it is that sleeping in the same room as me to do so, I met with the old wives tale that you should never wake a sleepwalker. I have to explain to them that I don't sleepwalk. I don't even move.

I can't move. and it's terrifying. It's hard to describe the feeling to someone who has never been through it, though I don't wish it upon anyone. Let me clarify that there are a couple different types of sleep paralysis than I myself experience. Not sure if this is common with others, but here's what happens to me. The first one is just your run-of-the-mill sleep paralysis where I can't move, speak,

and it's sometimes hard to breathe. It's not always a nightmare or a regular dream. Sometimes I'm just coming out of sleep and realize that I'm awake, but my body does not respond. I usually panic for a bit, and then start counting and trying to control my breathing. If that doesn't work, then I panic again and start trying to scream for help until someone nudges me. Or I just waited out, until I come too. I shared a room for a while, and my room is. would hear my muffled cries for help.

But because I couldn't fully open my mouth, it would sound like a breathy, help. They'd usually just gently nudge me awake and I would be fine. I live with my fiancé now, and at first he too was a bit skeptical when I told him about it, but about a month after he moved in, he saw it firsthand. He's a pretty heavy sleeper, but now he knows to wake me if he happens to hear me struggling.

The second type is the one that I hate the most, sleep paralysis hallucinations. This has, thankfully, only happened a handful of times, but it's ten times more scary. It's often referred to as the sleep paralysis demon, because people tend to see or feel a dark presence during an episode. It feels like someone or something is pinning me down, and I can't breathe. Other times I can hear multiple voices in the distance. I can't always make out what is said because they're all talking at once, but they tend to sound angry or distressed.

Sometimes, those auditory hallucinations seem to be real conversation that people are having. It's kind of like I'm astral projecting, but instead of going to a place, I'm hearing it. Sometimes it's a mixture of both the pinning and the voices, which is the absolute worst. I don't have a history of mental health disorders in my family, and I do not hear these voices when I'm awake. But this is why I'm writing to you, Raven,

because when this happens, it doesn't feel like a dream. It feels terrifyingly real. I want to share my scariest experience to see if your listeners can confirm whether it is just a bad dream, or something else. One evening, I was visiting my mom after work. I had worked a 10-hour shift and was pretty tired. So I decided to take a nap in my old room.

This room has a door that leads to the side of the house. If you follow the house all the way down, you'll reach the backyard. My mom likes to air dry her clothes outside, so she uses this door often because it's closer to the laundry room. Anyway, I'm laying on my old bed and my mom passes through with a load of damp laundry. She exits. I see her shadow pass by the window, and I hear her flip-flops flapping against the pavement outside, getting farther away as she makes her way to the clothes line in the backyard to hang her clothes.

After a few moments, I'm half asleep when I feel my mom come back inside. And as she reaches my bedroom door that leads to the rest of the house, house, I asked her to turn off the light since the light switch was right by the door. My eyes were still closed, but I feel her stop by the light switch, thinking she's going to turn it off. But the light stays on. I open my eyes slightly as I start to say again, Mom, can you please turn off the... But instead of my mom, I see a tall, dark figure. It doesn't have a defined shape. It just seemed like a shadow in the shape of a person.

When I realized that that is definitely not my mother, I freaked. I was in shock. I couldn't move. I had my eyes wide open, terrified just looking at this figure standing by the doorway. And it seemed to be looking in my direction. When it noticed me looking at it, it flew over me. I saw this black cloud just fly above my face and through the wall behind me. I'm hyperventilating at this point, and that's when I hear my mom's footsteps flapping back this way.

She walks in and sees me having a full-blown panic attack. She hugs me, and I tell her that I was just having a bad dream. I didn't want her to worry about me or think that I was crazy, if I told her that the shadow figure was in her house, or lecture me about not going to church enough. This was by far the scariest sleep paralysis episode I have ever experienced, and it sticks out because it felt so real. It happened about five years ago,

but it still makes me question my reality every time I think about it. I consider myself a skeptic with an open mind. I like to analyze things and find a scientific explanation to things, but I do think there are some things that just cannot be explained. I'm not a big believer in the supernatural, nor do I subscribe to any formal religion, even though I was raised Catholic. But those few times that my sleep paralysis gets really bad,

and none of my calming techniques have worked, I pray. That doesn't always work at stabbing me out of it, but it doesn't hurt to try just in case it is something, more sinister. If anyone has any advice to help with sleep paralysis, I'm all ears. Thank you. I'm working as a custodian at my old school.

I know, really living the dream, right? Understaffed, overworked, and underpaid, just like everyone else is right now. There are perks to this job, however. I live two minutes away. Great benefits. and if something comes up on a Friday I can come in Saturday to make up for it without having to use any of my PTO or vacation days.

One dreary Saturday morning, I was making up for the night before, cold and rainy, just how I like it. My co-worker was supposed to come in as well to set up for a basketball game and to make some overtime, or so I thought. I show up and I'm the only one in the entire school. Now, it may be a small district, but our school is pretty big for such a small community. We have grade school, middle school, and high school all under one roof. I work in the middle school section of the building, smack dab in the center of the school. Middle school, get it?

I was walking down to my custodial closet when I heard a toilet flush. Now, this wouldn't be a big deal if the lights to the bathroom weren't motion sensors, as well as the toilets. I thought to myself, okay, I'm not even going to acknowledge that, and just kept walking. Being all alone in a building that big, your mind is sure to play tricks on you,

although I'm sure I look weird on the security cameras constantly looking over my shoulder, or around corners. I get to the custodial closet, grab my carts and garbage can, and start on my normal routine. Two hours in I have to go to the bathroom. I use a private one behind the kitchen in one of our three boiler rooms.

Each section of the building has its own boiler room where we keep additional supplies. This will be important later in the story. I go to the bathroom and have my AirPods in when I thought I heard someone walk in. I take them out and I hear the sound of running water. I call out to see if someone else is in the same. the bathroom with me, but I don't get a response. I finish up in the stall and open the door to see nobody there, but the sink is running scalding hot water.

Now, this is super weird, because the sink wasn't running when I walked in, and it takes forever for it to warm up, let alone get that hot. I washed my hands and noped out of there. Everything else went without incident. up until my last two hours. We hold off on cleaning the restrooms for last, for obvious reasons. You don't want to clean them just to have someone come in and trash it again. I was restocking the paper towel dispensers when I realized I was out of paper towels to put in them,

so I head over to the boiler room in the grade school section of the building. As I unlock the magnetic doors to the grade school, I could have sworn that I heard someone slam the boiler room door closed. I thought to myself, I knew it was my co-worker messing around with me. And I walked over to the door that just slammed shut, only to open it and inside the lights were off. I turned the lights on and looked around. There was no sign of anybody being in there since last night.

There is a door that leads outside to the district office with a small window in it. At this point, I'm on edge and praying that if I walk over to it, I'll see my coworker outside laughing at me. I inch my way over to the window and see nobody outside. As I'm looking out of the window pondering just what the hell is happening, I hear a loud bang behind me. At this point, I'm kind of thinking about running out of the door and just going home because something is clearly not happy that I'm here. I somehow muster up the courage to turn around, and again, nobody is there. But a whole case of Lysol is on the ground. Now, you're probably thinking, okay, so it's slid off, but no.

This particular case of Lysol had mold or something growing on the side of it, and it was covered in dust from having been sitting there for 20-plus years, before one of our coworkers died from complications involving COVID. We called it his case, but out of respect, I won't name their name. I inspect a little further on the top shelf to see if it did in fact slide off. There were no slide marks. It was like someone picked it up, held it over the edge of the shelf, and dropped it. I didn't even put it back before leaving the boiler room and the grade school to escape to my closet for a breather.

Since then, I haven't had a single incident. I've stayed from 8.30 p.m. to 5.30 a.m. by myself and haven't experienced anything weird, outside of the usual sound from something kicking on on the other side of the school. I listen to your podcast at work, Raven, and thanks for keeping me entertained. Well, I do boring, monotonous work for terrible pay. Well, thank you for sending your story in, because that was creepy. So, this event started happening to me a few weeks ago. I work in construction, and I'm not really an outgoing person,

so my idea of a good Friday night is sitting at home, ordering something for dinner and picking something up, and just binging something on TV until I passed out. I might go see some friends or do something over the weekend, but Friday was usually my day to just be left alone and relax. On one of those nights, I was eating when I received a call from an area code I didn't recognize. Oklahoma. I live in Tennessee.

And it said scam likely. I like to waste their time, so I answered. But they didn't say anything and eventually hung up. So they were probably just confirming that this was a live number. Whatever. But then they called back. Same number. about an hour later.

That time I answered again and didn't get a response, so I asked, is anyone going to talk, or are we just going to sit here again? This time, I heard someone laughing and they hung up. I was a little confused there. It was this really a scammer? Because if so, what was the point?

Could it have just been a prank call? Again, they're not really good because the number showed up. granted it could have been spoofed too, I suppose, but I also didn't get another call from them, so I let it go. The next week, I was on my couch doing the same thing that I usually do. This time I had left over, so I didn't even have to go anywhere. Then I got another call. This time it was scam likely coming out of Texas.

I once again answered, and this time they asked if, country boy was there, using my real name, of course. I confirmed and they said, cool, and then hung up. Again, it was weird, but I just went about my night. But the number called again. I answered it, and that time they again sat silently. A little annoyed, I asked them,

So you confirmed it was me, you obviously wanted to talk, so let's talk. The person again laughed. and hung up. No more calls that night, so someone was obviously trying to prank me. I don't know who or why, but I could move past it. I just didn't have to answer the calls. But then, last week, I got another call. This time it was restricted.

I was not going to entertain it, so I just didn't answer. I just kept on enjoying my night. Seven times they call. It was back to back. I even put my phone on silence so it wouldn't keep vibrating, hoping that it would be less distracting. But then I got a text from a number that I didn't recognize, and all it said was, answer the phone. Still annoyed, but wanting this nonsense to end, I answered. What do you want? I said annoyed.

I can see you. The person said back in a teasing manner. This voice was different from the previous calls that I got. This person sounded like a woman. Again, I took it as a prank. I was alone in my apartment that was on the second floor, so no one could obviously see me. So I just played along. Yep, sure you can.

I see you, sitting on your couch, with your sandwich and beer. I was, in fact, doing just that. But big deal. Good guess, I thought to myself. Generic food item, generic drink, right? Then they said, also, those boxers are not flattering and laughed.

Again, I was sitting in my boxers. I was home alone, still weird, but I wasn't going to start freaking out. I just told them not to call back and hung up. I mumbled something, calling them a name and tried to forget about it, but they then sent a text that said, I'm not an asshole.

That's what I had said under my breath before hanging up. That got me thinking. How the hell did they know what I said? I could say maybe a good guess on the other things, even though the boxer comments did kind of throw me off, but how did they know what I had said? I just sat on my couch, not really knowing how to take all this.

Why was this all happening right now, and why me? Neither of the voices sounded familiar to me. I didn't know anyone in Oklahoma nor Texas. And the number that text me, after looking it up, was one of those internet phone numbers. I couldn't find anyone tied to it. I tried calling it, but had said that it didn't accept phone calls, so I was at a loss.

But then, the number called back, and I wanted answers, so I answered. I tried to keep up the bravado, to not let them think I was interested in their game, but I think that started to quickly fall. What do you want? I just wanted to talk. Oh, and you're almost out of dog food. Don't make Penny mad. Now I was kind of freaked out.

I do have a dog named Penny. and she was running low on food. I was actually going to stop to get more on my way home from work that day, but I had forgotten. I told them not to call back anymore, and I hung up. Unfortunately, the number was restricted, so I couldn't even block it. I again sat in my living room for a while before I finally decided to call the only person I could even think about pulling something like this, my ex. Our split was amicable. We were pretty different people, and when we thought it would work at first, we realized it wasn't going to.

We stayed decent friends, though. We were together for about a year, so I knew her voice, and I knew the caller wasn't her. I also know that she had no reason to really prank me like this because there was no resentment, no anger. But I also know that she had a key to my place. she knew my dog, and sometimes she also enjoyed a Friday night in with me so she knew what I did. But when I called her, the background was really loud, so I knew that she was at work. She was a bartender. I told her about what was happening, and I recognized the sincerity and genuine confusion in her voice.

It only confirmed that it wasn't her. I even asked if she gave out my number to anyone. and told anyone about my dog, or anything, to someone that would try and mess with me, and, again, she sounded genuine when she said it. I let her go and continued on with my confusing and frustrating nights. But they apparently were not done with me. I got one more texts that just said, knock, knock. I ignored it until I got two more texts with the same thing. I wasn't going to entertain it anymore,

so I ignored it and tried to play a game on my Xbox. But then there was a real knock on my door. I kept the game going, trying to keep the noise on and slowly approached the door to look out the hole. There was no one there. I slowly unlocked the door and flung it open and just saw a small box at my door. Like hell was I going to open it. I left it there, locked the door again,

and continued playing my game. It started to eat at me, though, because, like most people would, I wanted to know what it was. But I was also worried that something dangerous could be in it. I didn't want to call the police. I didn't want to waste their time on me, whining about a prank call in a suspicious package. But then I thought about all of the other people in this building, and then realized how selfish this could be. so I called the police. I told them about the calls and the suspicious package at my door,

and they said they would come right over. I waited for some time until I started hearing footsteps outside my door, so I got up to check. I saw the cops, so I opened the door to them talking to each other, but when I opened the door at their feet was the box. But now it was sitting open, with a single bag of dog food in this box. One of the cops had a smirk on his face, like he thought the whole thing was funny.

I reiterated what happened and explained that the box was closed. That's why I called them. However, they said that it was open when they arrived. Did someone really come back in that short amount of time to open the box? For what? To prove that it was harmless? I was irritated at this point, and when they asked me if I had to ask me if I wanted it, I said no and told them to throw it in the dumpster out front.

It matched the exact food that I got for Penny. I bought an expensive senior-specific food for her due to her age and some health issues, one that I got from a specific store. So how would they know? But I also wasn't willing to risk her life to feed her that bag in case it had been tampered with. After that, I went to bed, fed up and angry. I didn't get another call or text either. The next day I looked into the numbers that called me and came to a dead end pretty quickly,

as they were both internet numbers too, traced to no one so there was no way that I would ever get an answer to this. But I did buy a camera to put on my door. It's technically against my apartment lease, but at this point I really don't give a damn. I was mad. I was freaked out, and I wanted to catch the asshole if they tried to do it again. Now, all I have to do is figure out how to check my place for possible hidden cameras, but the thought of even doing that makes me feel insane. And maybe that's what they were going for.

But I'm honestly at a loss at this point. I just want to feel comfortable in my own place again, and until that happens, I guess that I just get to be parents. When I was 21, I worked as a dental assistant for a private practice of dentists, all of whom were head of their departments at the dental college. One was the dean of the dental school. I worked predominantly with one, but during the week also rotated to work with the others. I can't forget that I was whizzing through my AM duties,

and my last task was to open the window to the office, turn on the sound system, and waiting room lights, and straighten all the magazines and make sure that things looked nice. Then I would unlock the door to the office for patients to come in shortly. This day I was early and finished quicker than I expected, and looked up at the clock and then sat in a chair in the waiting room. I heard pages of a magazine turning, rustling or shifting in a chair in that room.

That made me want to hear of a chair in the waiting room. it again. And as I opened the office, sometimes it was quiet, but many times in my five years, I would hear those pages in the magazine turning. Was time trapped? Emotions? People's anxiety of waiting? I finally told someone who was older that had been there way longer than me, who did confirm that she had indeed heard it too. Another unrelated one, my tuxedo, mean female cat, always hit my father's leg to feed her every morning. And once after her death, he told us that it weirded him out. And I replied, thank God, because she's been lying on my feet in my bed for months.

A few years back, my friend got a house for a steal. I have dual citizenship, I'm American, but I live abroad. This took place in that country. The reason the house was so cheap was because it was all but ready to be bulldozed. It needed a lot of work, and he was good at fixing things up himself, so he wanted to challenge himself. Me and a few of our friends agreed to help him out, though, and we made a bit of a trip out of it. We brought sleeping bags and tents, as it was a distance for a few of us to get to, and camped out in his back. There were four of us total, including the homeowner that started working on this.

We started working on some of the minor things to get them out of the way first, but then we noticed a pretty bad-looking spot in the ceiling. However, based on the house, there was an attic, so I knew we needed to check it out, too, instead of going straight to the roof. We searched for a bit to find the entry to the attic, which you would think. think would be pretty easy. Except it had been painted over, so we missed it a few times. Once we found it, we scraped away the paint, only to realize it was plastered over, too.

We removed all of that, knowing that the ceilings needed some attention anyways, but then we couldn't even access the drop-down ladder because it had been nailed shut. There was a thin board going across it, too. So we ripped all of that out. and joked about why someone would go through all of this effort to close off an attic. Finally, we got through, and we were able to get the door open and the ladder down. Once we got up there, we could see that it definitely hadn't been touched in many years. There were a few inches of dust on everything.

There was no light in the attic, not even a small window, so we had to grab a few torches and even ran an extension cord up to the air. there for a lamp. But looking around got us curious. It was almost as if someone was living up there. There was a very thin mat on the floor, like a yoga mat, with a small quilted blanket tossed over it. The mat was once white, or maybe a light gray, but was now brown or yellow stained.

There was a small tray that had two plates stacked on it that were dirty, flakes of food or something were on it. There was also a wooden cup that had some pens and pencils in it. Lastly, there were a few boxes shoved in the far back corner being covered by what looked like an old sheet or tablecloth.

One of the boxes made me think whoever used to live there was an artist. Charcoal and pastels were seemingly just tossed in the top of the box. There were several sketch pads filled with pictures that were quite, honestly, disturbing. There were pictures of women screaming, portraits of them all looking terrified, like looking over their shoulder. Some with their knees to their chest and head down. All of them nude. There was also a box of photos with similar themes. Both men and women were in these pictures. All nude, all screaming. Lying on the ground, bound, some of them looked even like they were at.

sleep or, God forbid, dead. It was very unsettling. Then the third box was filled to the brim with loose papers. Napkins, strips of fabric, all of them written on. Some of them even read like a diary entry. Others were just ramblings. Ramblings of a mad person, to be honest. It was creepy.

I know there are a lot of different kinds of all. artists. It was entirely possible that all these people posed as such to capture that style, but it just seemed so raw and genuine that it spooked me. Not to mention, the writings

portrayed a person that was slowly going insane. Part of me wanted to go through the writings to put them in order. Most of them had dates on it, but I feel like the crazier-sounding pieces did not. And I wondered if that meant anything. my friend said that he knew nothing of any crimes happening in the house,

but said normally he would just toss everything into the garbage. But I convinced him to let me take it to the authorities to at least see if they may have any idea, if it could help them at all, or maybe even they could recognize some of the people from past events. So, we cleared out the attic, found a spot where the roof was leaking and rotted through the attic and got it fixed up too. It was a lot of work,

and of course took longer than the weekend, but it was worth it. It looks quite nice nowadays. However, I did take that stuff to the police. They thanked me for the info and said that they would follow up with me or my buddy if they had any more questions. To this day,

neither of us ever heard back, so I'm not sure if that means anything. Regardless, we still don't have answers to what we found that day. Was someone living there? Was someone forced to live there based on the locked-up attic? Or maybe they did that to prevent someone from finding their belongings? And was it all just an art project? Or was there something more sinister happening in that house?

I hope that it was all just art, and everyone came out of it okay, but like I said, something about the writings and those pictures together did not bode well. But I just hope that I'm wrong. Hi, Raven. I love you and your channel. I've been into Glitch in the Matrix stories for a couple of years now, and I like the way you tell stories and also your voice is soothing.

Thank you. Anyway, I have a story that I'm, I wanted to share. The story takes place in the Midwest about 30 years ago. Man, I feel old. Anyways, this story involves two of my cousins, my little sister and myself. To protect my family's identity, I will be using fake names. Okay, so here's my story.

So, growing up, it was just me and my sister Jasmine. My sister and I are two and a half years apart, but we would spend all of our time together. My mom's sister, my aunt, has six kids, five girls, and one boy. So on the weekends, we would beg our mom to go spend the weekend at her sisters so that we could spend time with our cousins. We were close to two of our cousins because they were close to our age. My cousin Tay was ten like me,

and her sister Lindy was eight like my sister. So, it was a normal weekend and we had plans to go exploring. That Friday, we were supposed to go to the movies, but all of us kept arguing about what movies to go see. So, after my aunt calmed us kids down, we all decided to tell scary stories in a makeshift campfire in the living room. My aunt fixed up the living room. We ran to the bedrooms and grabbed all the sheets, pillows and blankets that we could carry and took them downstairs into the living room. room. After putting the younger kids to bed, my aunt brought snacks for our story time. We were all supposed to have a turn telling a scary story. So my eldest cousin started the

stories off. The night was so fun and the scary stories being told weren't that scary. That is until my uncle came home. Once he saw and heard what we were doing, he wanted to jump in and tell his story. My uncle sat down next to my aunt and started one of the craziest stories I have ever heard. This is when the mood in the room changed. So in my uncle's story, he said that there was a statue of the Virgin Mary that was supposed to be the protector of a cemetery right down the street from where we were.

He described the statue as being big and white, standing on a stone slab in the middle of the cemetery, with her head bowed and her eyes closed with a book in her hand. He said that many people believed that this statue protected the real birthday of Jesus. He said that Christmas was labeled as Jesus's birthday because no one can know the real date. He told us that him and his friends didn't believe it, so they tried to open the book in Virgin Mary's hands, but checked out. When he was done with this story, we teased him for being such a scarity cat and not

opening the book, since it was just a stupid statue. My uncle laughed it off, and we all ended the night. Throughout the night, I couldn't stop thinking about the story that my uncle told. So, I made the plan to talk to my cousins in the morning because I wanted to go see this statue for myself. I finally fell asleep and woke up to my aunt cooking a big breakfast for us all. After all of us showered and went down to the kitchen, we sat down. down at the table to eat.

After breakfast, I talked to my cousins about going to the cemetery that their dad had talked about the night before to find the statue. My cousin, Tay and I, were all for it, but our little sisters, Lindy and Jasmine, were scared because of the unknown. Lindy said that she didn't want to go because her daddy said the statue would come to life. We laughed at her and teased her until she gave in. Then we were headed out. The walk to the cemetery didn't take long, about 15 minutes.

We were talking about what we might see and how excited we were when it felt like something was off. The feeling in the air changed a little bit, and I got a feeling of quick fear. I shook out of it when we walked up to the entrance of the cemetery. Tay walked in first to try and prove that she wasn't scared, me and our sisters followed suit. So everyone knows how creepy a cemetery can be,

but we knew that the park we always went to was on the other side of this cemetery. So all we had to do was get on the other side. The cemetery was pretty big, so it took some time to find the middle of it. My little cousin, Lindy, saw the statue first and sprinted straight to it. Since she was the youngest of us full,

We couldn't lose her, so we chased behind her. We all finally stopped running when we caught up to Lindy right in front of the Virgin Mary statue. Being a little kid, looking at how big the statue was to us, it completely intimidated me a little. The statue was big and white, just like my uncle had described. She was standing on a big slab of concrete. She looked like one of those small statues of her with the blue garment. on, her head was bowed and her arms were stretched out with palms up, with the book hiding Jesus's true birthday resting in the palm of her hands. The book looked like a big dictionary, but it wasn't made

of stone like the rest of the statue. It looked like any other regular book. There was a little plaque at the bottom of the statue that read, here stands Virgin Mary, she is the protector of the cemetery, and the protector of the most kept. secret in history, the true birthday of Jesus Christ. The state is sacred and protected and shall not be seen by the common man until thy father allows.

Do not open this book as you and your bloodline will be damned. So, we all stared at the statue for a good minute, before Tay asked who was going to be the one to try and open the book. Jasmine was young, but not stupid. She protested,

saying it said, not to open the book, but we're here now. The rest of us wanted to see what would happen. So, my cousin Lindy volunteered to open the book. We had to hoist her up because she was too small to reach the book on her own, and this is when things got crazy. While lifting my cousin up to the statue to open the book, the sky started to darken, like a storm was coming,

and there was a cool breeze that float through. I don't know if I mentioned, but it was a beautiful sunny summer day when this all took place. It felt like time slowed down in that moment. As I watched my cousin Lindy go to open the book in Virgin Mary's hand, I swear I saw it move. I closed my eyes really tight and thought, No, you did not just see that statue move. I opened my eyes up and stared back at the statue.

What I saw shocked me to my core. Virgin Mary did move. Her head was bent down when we got to her statue with her eyes closed, hands open with the book in her hands. But when my cousin went to open the book, Virgin Mary opened her eyes, lifted her head, and started to step off of the concrete slab that she was standing on,

and her mouth was starting to open to speak. But before we could hear what she said, we were screaming and taking off running out of the cemetery. When we got out of the cemetery, we realized that we left my little cousin Lindy, the one who had tried to open the book. We were freaking out because we left her, but we didn't want to go back since we all saw that statue come to life. But we knew we had to go back and find her. So, after getting the courage to go back, ran into the cemetery towards the statue and saw my cousin Lindy literally floating about a foot off of the ground. I stood frozen as I saw a white see-through figure holding her up by her shirt.

Her sister Tay yelled out, What the hell? And the figure whipped its head towards us before dropping her sister and disappearing. We ran to my cousin, swooped her up, and high-tailed it out of there. We made it to the park and checked on Lindy, who now had a gash on her head, and we asked her if she was okay. Once she assured us that she was okay, we all started talking all at once to describe what we saw.

We all came to the conclusion that the statue did walk off the platform. Her head did lift up and her eyes did open, and she looked very angry to be disturbed. Lindy confirmed this when she told us that the statue told her to never come back to that cemetery again, and to never, ever touch the book. I'm sorry that the story was really long. I just wanted to make sure that I was as detailed as I possibly can be.

I wasn't sure what kind of story this would be, if it would be paranormal or a glitch in the Matrix story, but I wanted to share it to see if anyone else had any type of experiences like this. This happened to be in my family back when I was about eight. I'm 19 now, and it's still something that we bring up on occasion because we still have no explanation. My parents owned some property down in Florida, so we often went there on vacations.

As a kid, it was always exciting because it was away from home. We were allowed to go swimming basically any time that we wanted because of how close we were to the beach. My parents also hardly worked while we were there, so it was nice to actually spend time with them. The place that they owned was part of a small neighborhood. All the houses looked the exact same, and the road went in an almost U-Shap. Surrounding the block was also a walking trail, so we often saw people walking and jogging,

or even walking their dogs along it. Sometimes my two older brothers and I would race on the section in the back of the house. So on this particular summer, we went down there and were playing in the same. the tiny backyard. I don't remember what the game really entailed, something we all just made up, I'm sure, but then I saw a guy that was walking the path. At the time, he just looked over at us and kept walking, so the experience was insignificant. But what made it then stand out for me was that shortly later, I saw the same guy walking

in the opposite direction, back towards us. The path looped so it was unusual to see someone walking it and turn around, instead of looping around. It wasn't uncommon, and I'm sure some people just walked sections of the path, so it stood out to me. But it certainly wasn't suspicious to my little self. What I did find odd, though, was when he stopped on the path behind our place. There was no fence, so he could have just walked right up to us if he wanted to. but he didn't. He just stood there on the path,

both hands in the pocket of his jacket, which was odd since it was the middle of summer in Florida, and he stared at us. I tried to ignore it at first, but I was also a pretty shy kid, especially around adults that I didn't know. But after several long minutes of him watching us, I pointed him out to my brothers,

and they both looked over at him too. Now, with three kids looking at him, he continued to stare back. No smile, no wave, didn't say hi, nothing. My brothers said that we should just go inside, so that's what we did. They mentioned the guy to my parents, but when they looked out the back door and didn't see him, they just shrugged it off and said he was probably just walking and stopped to watch us play. Sure, it could have been innocent, but now as an it wasn't a little. adult myself, a grown man watching us play, was not right with me.

A few days later, I hadn't been feeling good. I had a stomach bug or something, so I wasn't feeling like going anywhere. My dad wanted to go on some alligator boat ride and fishing, but since I wasn't feeling well, he took my brothers while my mom and I stayed home. Other than the being sick part, it was at least a nice girl's day in for us. We watched movies, worked puzzles together, and ate junk food. I was on the couch that was against the wall, the same wall the front door was on, and there was a window above the couch. My mom was sitting in her chair, which was opposite of me, with the coffee table in between us.

I was half awake, half focused on the movie when out of nowhere, my mom screamed, startling me. She jumped up and raced to the front door, locking the door and the deadbolt. Confused and frightened, I looked out the window to see what she saw. The man on the path from the other day was now on our little patio, pacing back and forth. He looked up a few times at me, and I looked at me. could see his mouth moving. I could tell he was talking, but I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. I was scared.

He weirded me out before, but the fact that he was now so close to our home while my mom and I were alone, terrified me. My mom shouted at me to shut the curtains while she grabbed her phone to call my dad. I heard her talking to him about it. I told her it was the same guy from the other day. They continued to talk. my mom explaining what the guy was doing. I don't know why they didn't call the cops, to be honest,

but my mom would just shout over me to stay out of the window while also trying to keep me calm. I was scared, but I kept trying to look at the guy to see what he was doing. He was progressively getting louder and maybe angrier because he would slam his fist into his face and then look like he was screaming at the world. My parents hardly ever fought. If they did, it was pretty tame.

Maybe a few annoyed words, but they always kept their cool around us kids. This was probably one of the first times I'd actually seen an adult so angry, so it terrified me even more. Thankfully, my dad had decided to go fishing first, so they weren't that far away, versus if they would have gone on the boat ride first. Maybe that's why my mom decided to wait on my dad instead of calling the cops. I don't know. After what felt like forever, I heard someone shouting and looked out the window again to see my dad approaching this guy. Again, I had never seen my dad the way he was that day.

He was terrifying. He was not a small man, but I never saw him as anything close to scary. My dad approached the man and he was already red from the sun, covered in mud and grass, and he looked pissed. He started shouting at him and the guy said something a lot quieter. From there, there was a small scuffle, my dad, wrestling the guy to the ground. My mom opened the door and started shouting too, and I started crying. My dad then told my mom to call the police as he stayed on the guy's back, holding him down. My brothers were in the Jeep the whole time and finally came into the house through the back door.

I still wanted to know what was happening, so with both of my parents outside, with the doors closed, I cracked the window open. I probably should have listened to my mom and stayed away. I heard the man's rambling. He kept saying the same thing over and over again. He said that he came for me. He said he needed to save the little girl that I was chosen and that I had a bigger purpose in life. As children do, I immediately blamed myself. He was here because of me, for me.

He had scared my mom, brought out this angry man and my dad. He ruined our vacation because of me. That was the day that I realized the dangers of the world, my sense of security and innocence being torn out of my head. I saw how dangerous people can be, even if they looked fairly normal. We still don't know what his intentions were and what he meant by it all, but it terrified me. The cops arrested the man, but I still don't have any answers. Maybe my parents know more, but just didn't want to tell me,

to try and keep that sense of childhood innocence. I'm really not sure, but honestly, I don't want to ask. I'd rather just leave it where it is, and know that everyone's intentions may not. be pure. First, a disclaimer. I did not witness the main events in this story. The reason why I believe this story are that the person who did experience it is my older sister with no mental illness. She also has never had any other supernatural experiences. I think the people that make these things up tend to invent more than one instance. Another reason I believe this is,

because I, too, had scary things happened to me in that same house. As a matter of fact, so did every one of my family members at one time or another. Also, there were other witnesses to parts of these events. Reason to doubt the veracity of this tale is only one. My sister was under a lot of stress at the time of all this happening to her. Enough, preamble, let's begin. My family owns a large vacation home in Mexico. My sister was going through a divorce from an abusive ex, so in an attempt to keep her safe,

she and my mother decided to hide out at the vacation house until the psycho ex calmed down about the divorce. My sister, let's call her June, had a room toward the front of the house, and my mother took a room which adjoined to another room where my sister's kids, ages two and three, or staying. Their rooms were toward the far end of the house. On the first or second night of their stay, June awoke at three in the morning as if startled. She looked around the dark room and saw the shadow of a person in the corner.

She couldn't think of anything making that shadow, but was exhausted and eventually fell back asleep. The same time the next night, she awoke again, suddenly with a start. again she saw the same shadow. This time she decided to investigate what was making that shadow. She turned on the light, and the shadow disappeared. She checked for anything that could possibly be making a human-shaped shadow, but saw nothing. At some point she went back to bed and fell asleep more confused than anything.

This happened again many nights. Finally, June decided to move. all of the furniture to different spots to just stop the shadow as it was now spooking her. The night of the day when she moved the furniture, she again awoke at 3 a.m. with alarm. And much to her consternation, the shadow appeared exactly as before. At this point, she'd had enough and yelled at the shadow. What do you want? The shadow rushed toward her with surprising speed. It did not walk.

It glided as if in the air. It reached within inches of her face, when she pulled the covers over her head and yelled, Mommy, and remember this is a full-grown woman. Apparently, she yelled so loud that my mother heard her from all the way at the other end of the house, awoke, and ran to June's room. She flicked the light on and ran toward her asking what was wrong.

The shadow was no longer. there. After June explained everything to Mom, Mom decided to contact a spiritualist and a priest. The priest, the spiritualist, and my aunt came by to bless and cleanse the house. After cleansing and blessing, the spiritualist told my sister that the shadow wanted June to have a treasure buried behind the house. If she retrieved the treasure, then the shadow would stop visiting. So that is what they decided to do. They hired a couple of workers to tear the floor up and find this supposed treasure. Once they got a couple of feet or so deep in the spot that they were, according to the spiritualist, supposed to dig, a swarm of flies filled the house, as did the

smell of sulfur. This naturally frightened everyone as this is supposed to mean evil as a foot. Still, They dug. My sister was near hysteria at this point. The spiritualist tried to calm her and reminded her that it would all stop once the treasure was June's. Whereupon June screamed, I don't want their stinking treasure! At that moment, the flies disappeared, as did the sulfur smelled. The diggers had found something square underground, which seemed to disappear as well. After that, all the spooky happenings ceased.

Not just the shadow, but other strange goings on that I didn't get into here. In the end, I don't know why that stopped everything. Was this some sort of greed test that she passed? Who knows? She was just glad that it all stopped. I know how unbelievable this story sounds, but I promise that it is what every witness to the event swore to. Since I don't want people to think I'm making up stories,

or just plain cuckoo, I hope that you'll leave me anonymous. Some background info. I am from Madrid, Spain. My family is from a small mountain city. We're all familiar with mountains. Even though I live in Madrid, I always go to hike in the mountain range surrounding Madrid. I would not consider us to be very superstitious and or believe strongly in supernatural events, although I am a huge fan of folklore.

This story happened in the summer. Back when I was 14 years old, my mother took me and my brother for a week-long trip to a mountain range in the southeast of Spain, close to the old town of Rio Parvejo. We had already spent half the week going on multiple hikes, and we visited beautiful lakes

where me and my brother would swim, despite them being super cold. Overall, we had already had a lot of fun and we were enjoying our small family trip so far. One day, while it was very sunny and warm, we went on a hike again to this kind of abandoned trail, which some of the locals the village had recommended. It was not accessible by car, and there was no phone service. We could not care less, since we loved to spend time in nature and we would spend our time walking and talking, instead of being on our phones.

We found a crystal clear lake, with beautiful turquoise greenish water and lots of water vegetation in it. My brother and I immediately jumped in and afterwards we had a picnic for lunch. So far so good. Suddenly, while we were enjoying our Bocadilla de Hemann, we heard a loud scream.

It was very high-pitched and just overall scary. considering the fact that we were next to the lake in a small valley between tall mountains we could hear it kind of echo all three of us immediately looked at each other startled we were certainly not imagining anything from what we could deduce the sound came from the other side of the lake

in a very bushy area the lake itself was not very big and we decided to make our way around it to investigate because although we had not seen anyone during the entire day out there, maybe someone was in danger or needed help. I cannot really specify what the screams sounded like. In hindsight, it was not your typical scream for help, but who knows what humans are capable of sounding like when they're in dire need of help, right?

After a 20-minute walk, we were already getting to the entrance of the bushy area at the other side of the lake, all three of us approaching with our walking sticks in hand, in a cautious position. The first thing we noticed was an awful smell of rotting flesh. That, together with the scream earlier, made us feel a sense of dread. Normally you would feel welcome when helping someone out,

but we did not feel welcome at all in this place. My instincts were telling me that we should just backtrack our way out of there, while not losing sight of the bushy area. However, we could not shake the feeling we had to help if someone needed it. So, we decided to proceed slowly. The joy and laughter we had at the other side of the lake were no more. Whatever was going on at this side of the lake, it felt wrong and ominous. I cannot talk on my brother or mother's behalf, but the hair on my arms stood.

on end. After making our way through the bush for ten minutes, we were finally reaching a clearing. During this whole time, the sense of dread had continued and the awful smell of rotting flesh had only increased. Finally, in the middle of the clearing, we saw what caused this smell. In what seemed to be the perfect middle of this small clearing, we found the dead corpse of a deer. Or at least what remained of it. The limbs were wrought. removed, and the head was half eaten. The thing is, the cadaver looked fairly fresh, as if it was killed that same day. However, the smell was still that of a rotting and decayed corpse.

It did not make any sense. We checked for footprints or dung in the clearing, but did not find anything. A logical explanation would be wolves, or even bears, since we get both of them in rural Spain. However, the missing footprints and the way of how this deer was torn apart makes it seem almost unnatural. After we checked the surroundings, we left as quickly as possible. On our way back, we did not stop to rest at the lake, or anything. We just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. When we were leaving the valley behind us, halfway up one of the surrounding mountains, we heard another scream.

similar to the first one. However, this time, we did not feel the urgency to check if someone needed help. Instead, we paced up our speed and did not go back. Somewhere in the evening, when we finally had made it back to our village, we went for dinner at a small old bar in the picturesque town square. We talked to some of the elder people from the village about our experience with their abandoned trail. They told us that, apparently, we had somehow taken a wrong turn on the trail, since it was not very clear and that this was the reason we ended up at the valley with the lake.

They also told us that a few centuries back, during the Spanish Inquisition, the local townspeople had gone to that valley because of a so-called witch that lived there and set her house on fire, killing the poor woman. Since then, the locals never hike close to the lake, or in the city. its surroundings in the valley. A couple of days later, we left to go back home, but we've never been able to shake the feeling of dread we experienced that day. Again, we are not superstitious, or big believers the supernatural, but what happened on that day was definitely weird. This happened some months ago, specifically on the 5th of November.

I live in northern Italy, so... that was the evening in which the red Aurora Borealis appeared visible for us. I was chilling at home after a long day when one of my friends calls me and asked me if I wanted to try to go see the Aurora with him. I said, sure, because I'm always up for an adventure. And where I live, the top of the mountain is only an hour in the car. At 21.30-ish, he comes and gets me and up we go. We even see a cute chumption.

chunky fox while ascending. We arrive at the top of the mountain. There's a big parking lot there and we get out of the car. It's pretty cold with wind howling. We encountered only one car on the road and one is parked at a distance from us. Apparently empty or just dark. We take some pictures, can't really see the aurora but just some reddish specks of light here and there. Still magical.

We can, however, see the beautiful mill. Milky Way. So, despite the cold, we just stand there in admiration of the universe above us, chatting lightly. After 40 minutes to an hour, I start to feel uneasy, not really with a reason. And then my friend goes to pee, a short distance, and remains in sight. And I concentrate on the surroundings as I'm used to giving credits to my internal voice. So I suddenly start to picking up on something. I hear footsteps. Every time the wind goes down, they go silent, but a bit delayed.

I can clearly distinguish them as the iced snow crunched under the weight when the wind picks up in strength. I tell my friend when he comes back and we listen, and he confirms it as they're getting progressively closer. We made eye contact, decided that we'd seen enough of the stars, and didn't want to stick around to find out. We calmly walked to the car, locked the doors, and booked it

swiftly out of there. We kept checking the next day about robberies, etc., but didn't hear anything. I'm still amazed and spooked and how sudden a very calm, peaceful and overall nice night, almost

resulted in a dangerous encounter. But a biped trying to sneak up on you doesn't seem friendly. I'm not sure what category this fits, but here goes. About eight years ago, I worked in the pediatric department for a hospital clinic as a medical assistant. Basically, my job consisted of bringing the patients back, taking their measurements, weight, oxygen, etc. I had a student shadowing me at the time, and I had taught her how to do everything required for rooming

the patient. Because this clinic had a high volume of patients, to speed up the process, I had her do all the hands-on stuff with the baby, weight, temperature, etc., and I would ask the mom all the questions and would document them on the computer. One day, a mom came in with her baby boy. As normal, he had his weight, length, and other vitals taken by the students shadowing me, and I asked Mom all the questions pertaining to the baby's health. The student was listening to the baby's heart rate, while I was documenting the information Mom had just relayed from the last question, when I suddenly heard, hello?

Now, the moment I heard hello, I couldn't help but think, what the hell is she, the mom, doing. It was a whiny sort of voice that sounded like a three-year-old saying hello. and not a grown woman. Also, why is the mom out of the blue saying hello for? I turned to look at the mom who had just been talking to her baby, and both the students and mom, and myself, just kind of looked at one another in an awkward silence,

until the student said to the mom, your baby just said hello. The mom looks at her baby and says, well, he's never done that before, and chuckles. In all the years I worked in Peds and Healthcare, I never experienced this, nor

heard of a baby being able to clearly enunciate hello, especially not at 21 days old. If the student had not mentioned that she heard and saw the baby say hello, there is no way I would have ever have believed I actually heard that.

Over ten years ago, I was in my twenties, sharing a house with my partner. We were an end unit, connected only on the right side of the home to the rest of the houses. We lived there for at least a year, maybe two when this happened, and during that time, never once heard a single sound coming from our neighbors who shared the other side of our wall. One night, probably two or three a.m., I woke up to the sound of our neighbor, coughing. I immediately recognized how odd that was because we had never heard them at all through the wall. The coughing continued non-stop and appeared to get louder to the point where it no longer seemed to be coming from our neighbor,

but now inside my bedroom. Like the origin of the sound had drifted through the wall towards me. The sound continued to drift toward me, and I had started to breathe very heavily, like I was scared out of my mind. As it came to me and settled what felt like two feet directly over me, the sound kind of morphed into a mechanical sound, very similar to a scene from the Matrix, where Neo's scream becomes synthesized.

This crescendoed above me and then suddenly stopped. My partner then woke up, not from the sound, but the feeling of me panicking and breathing heavily. I told her what had happened and she said something like, Definitely just a weird dream, half a week's sleep thing, but you do seem really scared. We tried to go back to sleep, but within a few minutes, the whole experience happened again. Only this time my partner could hear it all too, and we were silently gripping on to each other very tightly as it was happening. Now with both of us panicking, I don't know why we didn't say anything or get out of bed,

but we both had a we need to stay quiet and not draw attention to ourselves kind of feeling. It happened the same as before, and when it was done, we both turned on our bedside lights and spent the rest of the night awake watching TV. I've never heard someone else have this kind of experience. The thought of posting this here is to see if it rings true for anyone out there. Hello, Raven. I like your videos, so I decided to take it to take it. tell you all the weird stuff that happened in my old house. Well, I was always scared to go upstairs, or be anywhere alone most of the time, being in that house.

But one day, I was where my toys were, and I heard something talk. It didn't say anything threatening, or anything, just a basic question at first. I answered, but then ten seconds later, I ran down the stairs. and that was the first weird thing that happened in the house. The next thing that happened was about two years later, when I was up late at night watching TV, and then I turned the corner and see a girl with long black hair and a white nightgown. I looked at her, but not for long,

but she looked not angry, just kind of looked sad and confused. But then I quickly went over to my blankets, and mind you this was summer, So I remember sweating just staying awake for a couple of hours, until I had the courage to get up and then I saw nothing. So now nothing weird happens for another two years, until I woke up early, to see this girl with the palm tree haircut that my sister had walked down the stairs. I was confused and went into my sister's room, and she was sleeping in her bed.

Definitely not as scary as the late night thing, but also something pretty weird. One last thing that did happen didn't happen to me, but to my sister. She kept seeing the same man in her dreams for about 30 days. Mind you, she says that a lot of times she doesn't have dreams. But he would always be in the background watching. But in one case, she was playing hide-and-seek, and he was behind the door. That's about as close as he got, but the weird.

thing is that I told her that it could be the dream man, which not reading in the story, that's a really strange phenomenon that you should all look into at some point in time. So I showed her a picture of the dream man, and she got really scared, and she said that it looked like him, but his nose was more pointy. She said that she hasn't seen him since, and nothing else really weird has happened, but I hope that this was a good enough story, and maybe some of it. some other people can relate. This happened during the winter of 2010,

while I lived with my father for a time. I worked as the night auditor at a hotel near the airport, which meant that I worked the midnight shift and would come home and sleep during the day. This day was no different, except that my dad wasn't at the house when I got home from work at 7 a.m. He was already at work for an early morning to afternoon shift,

and wouldn't be home until after 3 p.m. That was no problem, as I was an adult and didn't mind being alone for a while. He even went on a few trips while I lived there, and I'd have to spend the nights I had off alone in the house. Someone breaking in or monsters in the closet were the last things on my mind. I will add on the day that this happened, we had snow out here where I live in the early morning hours, which made the roads bad.

I had to drive carefully, which made me a bit on edge when I got home as I was tense. I tried to unwind but decided to go to bed around 8 a.m. I fell asleep fairly quickly from being up since the day before, and slept for several hours before waking up for the first time in the early afternoon. This is where things were frightening, because I noticed footsteps coming from right outside my door as soon as I was conscious. Floorboard squeaking is a very distinct sound, and I was sure that's what I'd heard. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand just after 1 p.m.

Oh, dad must be home early, I thought. Curious, I decided to check for myself. Our house had an attached garage where my car was, so I went to the window. I expected to see my dad's yellow mini-cooper in the driveway when I checked. I got up from my bed and made my way to the window. I could tell the snow from where I stood, but the ground was still wet. The sky was still overcast, though. I got to the window, looked down, and immediately my heart stopped.

My dad's mini-cooper wasn't there, which meant the person I heard must be an intruder, right? With my leg shaking, I tiptoed into my dad's room and took his pistol. from his chest of drawers, convinced that I wasn't alone there. Treading softly, I moved into the hall to search the premises fully with the gun trembling in my hand. Blue, wintry light filtered into the dining room, the only light that I could see. I was too afraid to switch on the light, or to speak and give myself away. I checked upstairs and found no intruder. Then I moved to the finished basement, where I was.

our family room is, with cable TV and couches. There was much less light here than upstairs, which made me even more nervous. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I hid behind the stairwell, surrounded by two walls. I glanced into the family room, still no one, thank God. The last place that I checked was the back room in the basement. No intruder was in the house, but I almost wished that there had been, because hearing someone walk around meant that I'd heard a ghost and that this house was haunted. I'd heard that the house belonged to an older woman who had died recently. Out of respect, I'll avoid suggesting that I heard her that day just because I knew her son,

but I can't help but wonder. I mentioned this incident to my dad later the same day, and he admitted that sometimes, at night, it sounded like someone was walking around when he knew I wasn't there, but at work. If he also heard these disembodied footsteps, that meant that it wasn't just my imagination. Right? I became a certified security officer, which meant that we passed tests on laws of Kentucky and self-defense techniques, which was a long week of eight-hour days. I was so glad when it was over. Once I worked in the campus day to day,

I realized that you could feel like someone's mother, friend, co-worker or teacher, and sometimes disciplinarian. Students would be like grade schoolers, though super gifted high IQ students, or really motivated and mature. I had to lock up buildings and walk through them, and there were a lot of them spread out. We had a vehicle also, but I walked an enormous amount.

This night, I was in the men's dorm. I refused to call them college kids, as there is no such thing. They are college men and women. I would explain this to them, asking if they believed themselves an adult. Yes, was always the reply, so there, I'd say, you're not a kid. So, on this night, I went past me. many heavy basement doors that I had to check. They were all manner of industrial or maintenance-type rooms that were to remain locked,

but I would need to enter them to check them as well. One was the mechanical room holding spooky, noisy, belt-driven generators, built in the year it began as a small college, back in the 1950s. By now I knew all of these areas well, but some feeling I can only describe as a pressure existed around that ground floor, though I had never experienced this much fear in my life. This night, I only needed to try these doors to ensure that no one forgot to lock them,

which went quickly. Walking in a gallop, I would try and get lever resistance at each heavy steel door, then moved to the next door to try. That was when I heard a clearly blood-curdling scream. I did have immediate fear. We only had a long heavy flashlight and no weapons. This was the men's dorm. So I immediately thought the R word.

I inserted the key into maintenance, and I knew those belt-driven generators do loudly screech. They get momentum and then squeal, but this was a woman's scream. After turning the heavy key in that stout door, I turned the steel knob and pushed the door to open it. Someone was pushing it back on me. I rammed it with my shoulder suddenly to throw them off balance, and again felt someone push against me.

So, being quite strong, I gave it one hell of a ram. It opened and was pitch black. I looked up high to down low, carefully walking to the area that I knew I heard the squirrel, clearly they were hiding. I left no area until I had scrutinized it, but there was no one. I was now positive. It had taken all of my courage to enter that room, and now no one was inside.

What about that clear door pushing? No. Well, I finally left the area, turned out the light, and locked it, and then reported this but stated that I found nothing. I asked a guy the next night if he ever heard anything weird in that dorm, as he was on the first floor over that room. He hesitated, then said that it was a bit noisy, but looked afraid, and then looked like he didn't even want to talk about it. So I told him my experience the night before. He didn't even bat at eye, and just slowly wagged his head and said, Yeah, well, lots of weird-sounding things, and not much.

I thought how it had sounded like a mature woman and not a teen or a 20-year-old scream. We locked eyes. It scared him just to talk about this. I will never forget ramming that door and being pushed back so hard. And it creeps me out telling you all this in retrospect. Okay. I've decided to share my dream about being Diana on the night that she died. I'm tired of keeping this to myself and the people I've told don't believe me, close family and friends.

I wanted to share this because I'm seeing magazines talking about Princess Diana again and how the paparazzi led to her death. I was there with her, but her at the same time. Look, I know that sounds ridiculous, and maybe my young brain had ultra-high imagination, but I woke up to hear two sad things from my sister Carrie the next morning. One, that our cat Kino died last night in the cat litter box, curled up into it. I cried instantly. Two, Princess Diana died.

I loved her so much. I cried for her, too, and thought about my dream. It was as real as if I was in the limousine in Paris, but she, slash, I, wore the blue. sapphire dress, not the black suit, at least what I could remember. The night that Princess Diana died, she wore a black suit outfit. I awoke in the body of Princess Diana. I knew that it wasn't my body. I looked at my hands. They were elegant hands, but I had long fingers. Then I had the thought, these are not my hands. I'm a short person. I'm in a tall,

person's body. My eyes fell onto my lap. It was a dark sapphire blue dress. I had a pearl necklace, too, and I had short hair. I was in an extravagant vehicle on the passenger right side. When I saw which side Princess Die was in the vehicle on that horrible night, I was shocked. I can still remember touching the softness of the velvet in the back seat. I never felt anything so soft. It was a It was nighttime, so I couldn't see much outside my window, and I had a kind of tunnel vision. I remember a man was beside Princess Dye, me, in a suit on the left side of the vehicle. No one was in the middle seat. Things happened fast. I hear a voice of high annoyance. I can't remember if it was the driver who said it or the unknown man beside Diana. I assume it was her boyfriend.

I remember the orange streetlights. I remember responding to the voice to turn to say something, but I can't remember what. I was turning to look behind us from the moving black limousine, a man wearing a white helmet and driving a scooter type of bike. It was a gas scooter, was following the limousine. It was dark and I couldn't see his face from the helmet, but I knew it was a man. And he was getting closer. What I remember most about the figure was the bright round headland,

at the front of the scooter. It was blindingly bright. It created an even darker shadow around him. The men's voices in the car were getting high-stressed. Princess Diana was quiet. I felt her annoyance with the paparazzi. This was not the first time she was followed by them, but I felt fear from her too.

The man on the scooter, brought back and thick thighs, was driving very close to their. rear of the car. I felt a sudden panic. The men with her slash me shouted. Then all I remember is the scooter's round, eight-inch diameter headlamp burst into a brilliant, bright beam of light inside the back window, blinding all of us inside the limo. And then blackness.

I slowly opened my eyes, still in my dream. My sister came in my room, this was the same house where I had the stairs seen. and she told me the sad news that our five-year-old cat died, and she found out by the news that Princess Diana died last night. So I think about my dream whenever I see the paparazzi blaster, still photos, stories, and details about Princess Diana, or even images and talks about her two boys. She didn't have the time to think about the people in her life.

It really seemed like it was over in a flash. Princess Die was murdered. I wonder if I should tell someone of authority who are conducting the investigations, but would they take me seriously? Hell no. Kind of guards, Krista Thompson. My dad's mother died. That would be my grandmother. And we went to the viewing at the funeral home.

It was crowded due to her overpouring love that she always gave everyone during her life. The day was fair and clear. Evening now was upon us, and suddenly the lights went out, but just in her viewing room. The ruffled funeral homeowner expressed his wonderment saying that they have backup generators, yet they weren't working. And the rest of the other viewing rooms for two other deceased were still well lit. My young eyes looked up to the casket. A red candle lit near her head to symbolize, the everlasting life in Christ

flickered in this darkness and it appeared due to the flame movements that her face was moving everyone collectively gasped when the lights went off and with no windows in there it was pitch black

then when they came back on everyone sighed and chuckled a bit but then boom they were out again the flustered funeral homeowner apologized saying that inside all was well, except for this room. And he checked outside, and it was all perfectly normal.

No storms or anything. So, one year later, mother served us all dinner, saying, Do you know what day this is? Someone said September 13th. Then I, the younger of the two daughters of my parents, said that it was Daddy's mother's death date, which was correct. Before anyone could speak, our power went out for about four seconds and then kicked back on.

In 65 years in this house, do you know how many times our power in this 1958 house has gone out? Only three times. One, due to a blizzard in Louisville, Kentucky. That day much earlier and one time when a neighbor hit a pole taking down a transformer. So it's a very rare occurrence. So after this, things started going missing left and right. Mother was totally organized and never misplaced anything. Neither did my dad.

He would know if you put away his handkerchiefs in his dresser drawer, and that's literally. He had done intel work in the army. My brush for my long hair went missing, and I never used it anywhere but at my dresser. And other brushes would not do, because my hair was so thick that it would often break the brush. My grandma had said that I had hair like hers, which, hmm. Daddy had very expensive cameras and special lenses. Nobody but him would touch them ever. So, right after this incident, he wanted to know where his telephoto-knikon lens went.

He never misplaced a lens. Months passed. One day I was about to take a bath, and I saw that there were a few big towels left. I thought, what is that? I thought it was a clever gift of perhaps his cologne, made to look like the black leather case of a lens. I then opened it carefully in disbelief. It was my dad's shelf for his stuff,

on the right and then towels to the left. There was no way he'd not have seen it, nor any of the three of us putting stuff away constantly, but it was. It was amazingly not harmed by moisture. I know that she did it and other things. Also, very suddenly, my brush, after being gone for months, and after I'd bought a new one a while back, was sat right on my dresser. I have an odd kind of luck.

My mom, a person who doesn't believe in luck, pointed out that if there's luck, that there would be an opposite force of unluck. my luck seems odd I'm in high school and one of my classes is drama drama is a stressful class and I'm pretty sure I might have undiagnosed ADHD so the moment I realized how stressful it is to try to memorize in 10 minutes I began to wish that there would be some way to get out of class

without being out of class I get there and one other person shows up so the teacher points out that we can't do our monologues due to it being unfair to us, and those out of class. This felt fairly normal at the time, because students ditch classes all the time. And then came recently, I'd been worried because we needed to block out some duo scenes. Blocking is adding in movements to movementless scenes. My teacher has talked about when he might miss class,

and was always right and wouldn't just vanish. I got to class, saw my classmates sitting outside the door to the auditorium. We were waiting for him to open the door, because he would sometimes forget to open the door for a few minutes. Apparently a security guard saw us and assumed we were ditching. He got someone who apparently had power, who kept making snide remarks to us, ditching, took us to her office, found out that we were not ditching, and then complained that we were using our phones. but then gave me some compliment about not using mine.

I only don't because of adults like her. She then checked if he was there. He wasn't, and he hadn't told anyone. In other words, whenever I get worried about drama, it ends with this luck. It hasn't affected any other classes or really any other thing in my life. I'm using an alt-to-count because this is a very personal experience, and something my sister and I have only ever told one person. This happened in Central Florida on January 23rd of 2024.

To preface, my brother passed away from a suicide, and a month later, we had this experience. It's about 5 a.m., and we're in my car. Directly in front of us is mostly just a large lot that is well-kept grass in one shed. In the middle of the lot, my sister notices this girl with strawberry blonde hair. We can only see the back of her, but we notice that her feet aren't touching the ground. We were so confused. I was also looking for a light source because it was as if she was standing underneath a street light.

She had what I would call a glow. She was no more than 50 yards away. I put my high beams on, and she didn't. flinch. Of course, my brain is doing mental gymnastics. What or who is this? And that's when we saw It. It is what I refer to the shadow being because it tried to appear as a person, but it wasn't. Its back was kind of hunched. It took long strides and short strides that didn't make sense. It tried to hide behind a pole, peeking its head every so often out. The shadow being was all black.

I've never seen anything like it before. No distinguishable features, only black. And it was bipedal. If I could go back in time, I would have recorded it, but honestly my brain just couldn't comprehend what we were seeing. I was in awe. If anyone has any insights, or if I should cross-post this, I would really appreciate it. The OP added an edit, adding some more info due to the questions. Honestly, we watched all of this for three to five minutes.

We were parked in our car getting ready to leave for work. We set a prayer and my sister watched as I backed out. The girl never moved. As far as we know, the shadow being didn't follow us. We were extremely scared and just chose to get the heck out of there. I worked with a guy named Ricky, and we became good friends, and this is his story. Ricky's neighbor was in Louisville, Kentucky, right across from a very old cemetery. The tall monument stood behind an old iron-spiked fence.

Across a two-lane road was his long row of houses, and there was an entire neighborhood behind it. But at one time, years back, they had to move many graves to place that neighborhood where it was, and to put the road there, and many of those first row of houses were haunted. His parents moved there as a young couple. He was their first child and was in his bedroom with a little matchbox car. He was lying on his back on his bed and had his leg bent, and was rolling the car over the steep hill of his knee quietly. His mom was just in the other bedroom making the bed when she heard a thunderous boom. She raced into his room fearing that something had fallen on him.

There he was, his mouth open as he pointed to his closet. It just slammed closed, Mommy, and it was a very heavy sliding closet door. Also, in that house was an old wooden cabinet that a kid could fit into. Around Christmas, it was a little, It always knocks. Kids used to hide in such cabinets and either suffocate and get locked in, or hide in it with little oxygen to go to sleep and suffocate. So, had a kid suffocated in that one?

Who knows? When they moved way across town years later, Ricky asked his mom why they bought that old knocking cabinet. Well, it actually still knocks around Christmas. My friend sent me an insane text out of nowhere. If you look at my post history, you'll see that I'm into the paranormal, but I'm not crazy. I browse this Reddit, the paranormal subreddit, and the UFO Reddit. But I have a degree in biochemistry.

I had something happen off K-10 in Kansas in 2012. I saw a giant UAP, which basically cemented to me that no one knows what's going on, and UAP humanoids are real. Anyways, my friend, who is ex-military, and was honorably discharged and has been in combat, sent me an insane text yesterday morning. I'm going to post it verbatim. Bro, I'm not sure what the hell I just saw,

but it's not something I've ever seen before anywhere. Not in real life, TV, games, or anything. I was walking my pet dog, and we were down by the tree line behind the trailer park between K-10 and the trailer park on 31st and Iowa, at 4.30 a.m., and the dog just stopped dead in his tracks and started barking at the sky. I looked up, and there was something floating about 50 feet above us. The closest thing I can relate it to is something shaped like a human with massive wings and glowing eyes. I pulled my phone out and it shot straight up and disappeared. My freaking heart is pounding right now. He sent me the text right after it happened.

The closest description he gave was that of the classical Mothman trope. Troops, like Mothman, are just sensationalized ways of categorizing people's real unexplained experiences, in my opinion. But they're useful because they help categorize people's experiences. My friend knows that I'm open-minded, hence why he reached out to me first. The O.P. then added a comment with more information. But, yeah, a more detailed description. Classic mothman-type humanoid. It was massive, and in shadow, because the moon was behind it.

He said it had a weird, blue aura or glow. He said when he first looked up, he had. hadn't even noticed it because it was silently hovering above the trees 50 feet up. He said that its eyes glowed deep blue. Blue is not a color found in nature generally. It was massive. It had a week span of 30 feet and was at least 10 feet tall. He said it was thick, like a bear almost.

It was wearing a black robe akin to a grim reaper robe. It had a flat humanoid head with flat, non-distinct, nose and mouth and no obvious ears. He said that when they made eye contact and the dog started barking, it looked confused or scared, and then let out a slight gasp as it used its wings to immediately shoot up and away at an insane speed. The fact that it hovered and was able to immediately shoot up and away at the speed that he described is what has me the most confounded. That, and the fact that it had a slight aura, makes me think that it does not fly by purely mechanical means of its wings, especially since he said that it was damn near silent when it flew off.

He said it could have easily just crushed them by landing on them if it wanted to. He said the dog is constantly looking up at the sky on their walks now. It has to be seriously affected to alter its behavior, because it's a rambunctious two-year-old. old untrained pit bull. Additionally, about four months ago, he had another experience in the same area behind his trailer park. He heard someone screaming behind his house out in the woods. He went out back and yelled out and heard someone scream, help me.

He then saw what looked like a phone flashlight, and then it turned off and then silence. He said that he thought it was some kids pranking him or something, but he was creeped out and didn't go to check it out, because it was nighttime both times. He didn't necessarily chalk it up to anything paranormal at all when he told me the story, but I definitely assumed the worst, because I've trolled these Reddit's forever, and I've heard of anecdotes that sound straight out of a horror movie. So, this happened when I was about nine or something. I'm not completely sure.

My friend and I were playing in my room with Barbies, but took a quick break when she had to pee. I decided it would be fun to hide behind my door to scare her. When I stood up and wanted to hide behind my door, I saw some sort of creature. I always thought of it as some sort of alien, but it could be something else. It for sure did not look human, though. I don't know how it looked exactly, but have a visual. vague memory of how it looked. This is because it's been such a long time. When I saw it, I felt intense fear. I could not move or breathe, and my heart was going crazy. I don't

know for how long I stood there, but eventually I walked out of my room, and my friend came out of the bathroom. We both went inside my room and went to play again. At that moment, I didn't remember what happened, but still felt extremely scared. I must have looked scared, too, because she kept asking me if I was okay. I'm not sure when, but maybe a few days or weeks later, I started to remember what happened that day, and got extremely scared to sleep. I never told my parents and kept it to myself. They just had to deal with me being scared.

I told my little brother a few years after it happened, but every time I talked about it, or every time he would joke about it, because he didn't believe me, I would freak out, and this intense fear would fill up my body. The picture of it standing there, and the fear that I felt stayed with me. I recently talked about it with my oldest brother because my younger one brought it up as a joke. My oldest brother really believes it could have been an alien of some sort, since he also believes that he saw one when he was younger. Does anyone have a same experience or any idea? what this could have been. I'm also planning to ask my younger brother if he remembers me telling him

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