The Tape Library - Archive of the Paranormal & the Unexplained - 5 Terrifying but TRUE Paranormal Stories - Night Drive Paranormal 10

Episode Date: October 30, 2024

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Well, it's another dark night out there, my friends. Thank you for tuning in to another episode of Night Drive Paranormal. If you're new here, every month we spend an hour together as I tell you a bunch of paranormal stories that have been sent to me by listeners of my main show, The Tape Library. So who is here tonight? Let's get a little roll call going. Drop me a comment below if you are listening to Tonight's stories, and let me know if you have anything fun planned for the Halloween season.

Make sure you keep watching the road, but get comfortable. Let's see in the witching hour with our first story tonight. I have never been one to say that I believe in ghosts or the paranormal. I have been aware of them potentially existing, but I have never subscribed to the thought that they could be real. I guess you could say I was a sceptic. Around the time of March or April of 2024, I was walking back to my flat after spending the evening with a close friend of mine. It was around 8 or 9pm in the evening, so it was starting to get dark. Around the midpoint of my journey home, out of the corner of my eye, down one of the side roads,

I thought I saw what seemed to be a shadowy figure. At the time I thought nothing of it and continued my way home. Upon getting to my street, I called a glimpse of it again out of the corner of my eye. I turned around and called out, asking if anyone was there. There was no answer. I proceeded to head inside my flat building. For a tiny bit of context, this flat complex was originally a three-story house that they had converted into three separate flats,

one on the bottom floor, one in the middle, and me right at the top in the penthouse. All the doors to the three flats are fire doors, so they are very heavy and you can hear whenever someone opens or closes them, and when someone bangs on the doors while they are locked, they make a very loud banging noise from where the door opens slightly and closes again. After I got into my flat I sat down on my sofa

and my cat ran over to me to cuddle with me a little bit as he had not seen me for most of the day and after a few minutes I heard steps coming up the stairs thinking it was just one of the people living below me coming home I thought nothing of it until there was a loud bang as my door was trying to be opened after hearing the bang I immediately stood up,

moved over to my door and opened it. There was nothing there. And if someone had done it for a prank, I would have heard them walking back down the stairs. I also heard nothing. There was no evidence that someone had walked back down the stairs. There was no activity for the next two or three months until one early morning in June.

I worked a night shift, my shift started at 3 a.m., finish at 11am, so I'm leaving for work about 2.30 in the morning. I was walking to work, and when I was about five minutes away, I could see the shadowy figure again, just standing a short way in the distance from me. Even in the early morning darkness, I could still make this figure out, as it seemed to be a much darker shade of black in comparison to the night sky. I called out to the figure, asking what it wanted. There was no answer. As I made my way closer to it, it suddenly vanished. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. I haven't had any more interactions with this entity since then. I still have some doubts regarding what I saw and experience, but in any event, I don't think I am as skeptical as I was before.

If I have any more experiences with this shadow figure, I'll be happy to be able to be. to send in another email and update you all on what I have experienced. Do you have your own paranormal experience? Would you like me to read it on NightDrive Paranormal? Then drop me an email at the tape library at protonmail.com. I can't wait to share your strange stories with our listeners. Next up we have a short but very creepy experience from Colin. The year was 2008.

I was around nine years old and my family and I were travelling from California. to visit my family that lives in Ohio. It was my summer vacation trip, and I've been looking forward to it all year. I always look forward to visiting family in Ohio, as we didn't get to see them very often, living across the country. We were staying at my grandmother's house

that lived just outside of the Dayton Bayo area. We would usually spend most of our vacation with family, driving around and getting into local activities in the area. One afternoon, We were at a local farm getting vegetables for dinner, when we had the idea to visit a well-known, haunted old graveyard that was nearby. This graveyard has to be at least 200 years old, with some graves showing dates that were around the American Civil War era.

We pulled up to this graveyard and couldn't have went on a more gorgeous day. It was completely sunny, room temperature with almost a stillness in the air. When we exited our vehicle, we all just left our doors open, as we weren't planning on staying very long. We were walking through the graveyard and checking out the dates and names on the headstones that were still legible. When I saw a headstone that stuck out to me, there's a nine-year-old boy. It had a crack on the headstone and some really old coin sitting on top of it. My foolish self decided to take a coin off of this headstone as a souvenir, and the second I picked it up, up off the headstone. All four of our car's doors slammed shut at the exact same time. This was not a windy day

whatsoever. There wasn't even any wind present. And this was also a vehicle with very heavy doors, and there would have been no possible way that could have happened on its own. This scared every single one of us, and we decided it was time to go. I instantly put the coin back and head it back to the car. This was frankly, one of the scariest experiences I've ever had happened to me, as I truly cannot explain what happened here. Enjoying these paranormal tales? If you want to hear more from me, then please do consider subscribing and hitting the like button if you are on YouTube. Regardless of what platform you are listening on, all these little interactions tells them that you like this and want to see more like it. We're off to Australia for our next story. If you haven't seen it already,

I recently spoke about the Australian poltergeist case in Humpty Do over on the tape library. I'll provide a link to that below if you want to check it out. Okay, let's get into Story 3. In early 2018, me and my partner and my mates that I worked at a bottle shop or liquor store, all moved into an old house behind an accounting building in Wodonga. The property had been split into two bits with a two-story work accounting business. this up front and an old renovated house out the back. So after we got settled in, got all of our furniture in and everything set up, nothing really happened for a few months.

The house was always a bit dark due to the fact it had a two-story building out the front and not many windows, but it was always unnaturally cold, like hotel room air conditioning cold, but the place didn't have any. And on top of that, we all got a strange feeling from the miles to bedroom in the back, which my housemate took so he could have his own bathroom and not get annoyed by me and my partners, couple stuff. But when you were alone in the house, it felt like you got a feeling of being watched. First thing to really happen was noises at night. We would hear little scuffles in the roof or doors opening, and when we would go to check the doors, they all would be in the same way we had left them.

The worst part of the random sounds was that you would hear the rattling of door knobs. Not like horror movie twisting them trying to get the door open. More like a wrong key trying to unlock the house quietly. You could say it's someone trying to break in, but we had cameras, and when we were checked them, no one was on video. One of the bigger events to happen would be when my partner was home alone at the time. It was a Saturday night and me and my houseman mate wanted to go clubbing at Paddies in Albury, which is one of four clubs in the area and only

seven kilometres away from Wodonga. My partner couldn't come with us due to the age to get in is 18, and she was a few months off, so she stayed home and watched videos in bed. Now this party is a bit patchy due to it being such a long time ago, and I was a few beers deep, but when we were having a good time chilling out at the club, my phone started blowing up with texts. My partner was terrified. She said someone was in the house and they were looking through our stuff. She told me she could hear drawers in the kitchen being opened, taps running, stuff being thrown around. But most of the commotion was coming from my office that was in between our room and my housemate's room. Thank God that my housemate was the designated driver and we left as fast as we

could. Now to get home, we had about 10 minutes of highway driving to do. I can't say the speed at which my housemate was driving, but I can tell you that I never knew a VE Commodore could get to that speed. When we arrived home, we went straight into fight mode. But once we got to the door, it was locked, like the way we left it. I went straight to my bedroom to find my terrified partner hidden under the covers, whilst my housemate looked around to see if anyone was there. We found nothing. Well, almost nothing. We told my partner that everything was okay and in place. and we weren't sure what she had heard. She said she wasn't lying and she did hear it,

and we believed her, especially when we found what was in my office. But that was scared her to the point of not living with us. The office was trashed. Nothing expensive broken, and my computer was okay, but paper was everywhere, and two chairs, one of which was a big leather one,

was tipped and torn. Nothing was taken and the camera showed no one coming around or into our house, so we had nothing to really show the police. So we just cleaned up the office and nothing happened for a while. But between the office attack and the last event before our lease ran out, we went into the roof space to try and run an internet cable from the kitchen to the office. It was pretty dusty and full of the old tenant stuff that had been up there for who knows how many years. But the thing that stuck out to us was the strange amount of old high hills. Not all the same size

either. They were roughly above the office. We didn't do much about it other than put a cable through a vent and closed up the manhole. But the last event to ever happen, a few weeks before our lease ran out, happened to me in the middle of the night. I was banished to the big blue couch we had in the middle of the house, due to me having a cold and I couldn't stop coffee. my partner couldn't sleep because of all the coffin. I was sleeping when I started to wake up in the night due to me having a block nose, only to see what I would call an apparition of a person's face up near mine. There was no features, no eyes or mouth.

I could only see the outline and see a shoulder and neck, but other than that, it looked like a dark black cloud just looking at me. Now you could say that you're in the dark and that's just shapes in the dark But we had the lights on the kitchen So you could see where you were going in the night if you needed anything After seeing this apparition I shot up and stood up real fast To see this thing go and fade down the hallway Towards my roommate's bedroom

But in between where I was sleeping in the hallway was a pool table Me and my housemate had bought So it would have had to go through it in order to get to the hallway. Shortly after that night, we moved out and haven't been back since. I talked to my partner a lot about that house and our experiences are very similar. Sadly, I never got the chance to ask my housemate due to us growing apart and him passing from cancer a few years later. We're going global tonight night dry fans. Our next encounter takes us to the eastern side of Europe and a lesson on why you should be careful in what you dabble in. It's impossible

for me to prove any of this. I don't have any documented recordings or photographs to share or showcase, but what I've got is a claim. My story is true. Or at least, I believe it to be so. I'm completely honest at that. And while that used to once upon a time scare me, now I rather find solace in this fact. For if my story is true, then there is more to this world than we know. But I don't I was a very happy child who grew up to be a happy boy. My toils were mostly related to my family being unable to understand my interests or aspirations. But I could live with that. I said interests and aspirations brought me immense joy nonetheless.

Then I hit puberty and started being severely interested in girls. As you can imagine, that complicated things for quite a bit. Now, I've never spent time for a lady that I have never spent time for a lady that I have. label as wasted. In fact, all of my antics have taught me invaluable lessons which I am grateful for to this day. But the first time, which I dared to say I truly fell in love, was very dramatic indeed. I found her astounding, and what was most curious was that it happened kind of unexpectedly. One day she was just another girl, and the next, the most precious creature I had ever laid eyes on. It didn't matter how she looked or how she behaved.

I saw her differently. And with that, hopefully, I've illustrated the hopeless romantic that I had become. I was prepared to risk everything and anything, just to be with her for a single day. Of course, she did not return my feelings. But we were still very close, her and I. We'd spend our days together almost dancing on the verge of that what if. which kept giving me hope time in again. Until one day she broke my heart completely

by becoming an item with none other than my best friend at the time. Oddly enough, that only bound me stronger to her, and of him I would see nor hear no more. As many a fragile teenage mind before me, I took to keep myself busy during that apocalypse. And I can't tell you why, but I then developed a rapid and intense interest in the occult. Maybe it was my love of horror and urban legends, or the fact that I had grown up with books of myths and fables.

No point in pondering. Rituals, spells, candles and incantations have become my closest friends. Time went on, they broke up, but regardless of that, I was still not her first choice. Moreover, she was moving away, and that devastated me. At a point where I honestly believed I could not hurt. hurt more, but a broken yet knowledgeable mind is always inclined to spring to action, rather than sulk in its own misery. I devoted quite a lot of my time to studying regional rituals and customs, you see, and by regional I mean Eastern European. We're a fascinating culture in that regard, a mixture of pagan and Christian, of exotic

and expected, and one of the most curious figures in our law was the devil. By that I don't mean Satan or Lucifer, I mean a being which is equally as cunning, but also not entirely vile. Just as dangerous, mind you, and certainly not a good subject for a young boy's first rituals. None the wiser. I was about to use a generalised word to open a doors somewhere, so that something could come in. But so what? It was all just child play, dragons and sorceries, as in the books I love to read. Then came a night where I decided to be bold and go through with the ritual in question. It was rather simple, light some candles, say some words, and have a piece of red string and a stone on hand. The stone would host the devil's soul, and the red string would be symbolic of its tail.

As long as I possessed it, it would do as it was told. If I were to lose either, however, it would be free to wreck my life as it saw fit. A fair trade if I ever bore witness to one. So how will I stay vigilant upon these items at all times? Simple. I was to hide the stone amongst my books, as I only delve deep in their dust. And of the string, an even better fairy-tailed-fueled solution,

I would keep the foot of my bed on top of the string so that it would not ever move. And to be clear, my bed is sat in my own room and I have no pets or siblings. That is, what I then called a genius level fall-proof plan. Midpoint through the ritual, just when I was supposed to say my wish out loud, I realised they didn't even know what I wanted. Would I wish for her to love me back, or for a single perfect day of love, both physical and ephemeral?

Did I simply want her to not move away? Or was it happiness, I sought? being unable to focus my young mind elsewhere beyond the vestibule of her presence or figure. Unable to decide, I said, make all my wishes come true, and immediately felt silly a bit after it was all over. And honestly, it was a fun little playtime session. I genuinely never believed that something would come out of it. In fact, neither did I use the right type of stone nor the right colour of candle. I just did it to make myself feel better. to have done something, or at least attempted to do something,

which would help me hold on to the first addicting thrill for just a bit longer. I hid the stone and put the string at the foot of my bed and then fell asleep. The next day I'd forgotten all about it. I was never meant to remember anything. After all, it was just a thing I did, same as playing a video game or sharing dreams with my peers. Then she called me on my cell phone. Now mind you, this was back in 2008, where cell phones were not so smart and had cameras that produced images barely capable of being called photos.

And also, she had never called me in the past. Not once. Not just because calls were expensive back then, but because, well, she never really wanted to. Furthermore, she asked to see me. out for the first time ever, just the two of us, and we had a wonderful day. Yet my mind could not fall back to the ritual. This was just a happy coincidence, right? Well, that instant turned into a stream of luck. I don't want to get into the details, but that period of my life is painted with the shades of the golden hour itself. But as all of you undoubtedly know, soon after the sunset, darkness settles in. And one day it hit me. It had to be my ritual. There was no other reasonable explanation.

Too many good things were happening, one right after the other. It felt surreal and improbable, so I just self-proclaimed myself a master demonologist and allowed my spirit to enjoy this graceful period. Then one day I came home to discover my room was different. It turns out that my grandmother had decided that the place was filthy and had therefore intervened as she saw fit, the stone displaced, the string removed. Chills went down my spine. I instantly went online to seek

solutions to my situation. Keep in mind, even if the net was just as wide back then, to me it was just a few months after I'd got an internet access to begin with. The only seemingly solid bit of advice I got was this. Tossed a stone at a sunlit area and make sure the sunlight covers it for as long as possible. After that's done, throw it in a church courtyard and forget about it. So I did, but it was already too late. She moved away anyway, but I had other issues to keep me entertained. First, I started having nightmares. Then my best friend betrayed me. We were practically closed since we were children, and I had saved him from trouble numerous times. Yet suddenly all of that was forgotten, and he was incredibly aggressive against me. Luckily, we are still

close but if I ask him today about that period he cannot recall any reason for his behavior soon after i lost my great-grandmother as if that were not enough i lost my other great-grandmother merely months after legal complications ensued over our property and i was forced to move out leaving all that i knew behind me my friends my area and everything that i loved my first room the only one that i've ever felt at home in all of my memories. seemingly everything that I had ever cherished. It's still difficult for me to talk about that to this day, so much that I regret the outcome. I knew what was up. I didn't have the tail, and that was the issue. We moved into a building that was practically still under construction. Not just the lights, but the electricity grid in general was going berserk on a daily basis. I had to go down in the dingy

dark basement and reset the breakers by hand multiple times. per day, and sometimes, at night. While we stayed there, I broke my legs with my own hands twice, while trying to put my shoes on. It's okay, feel free to get a bit of a laugh out of that, but it did happen. What hurt me the most, however, was that I was alone. Most of my friends seemingly forgot about my existence. Almost nobody came to see me, which made me feel terribly lonesome. Now, I am grateful for the few that stuck with me, because without them I could not possibly imagine how I would have managed. Then there was the presence. No shadow figures to speak of.

No voices or laughter to describe. Just this oppressive feeling. It manifested itself when it was dark, especially after the electricity had gone out and I had only my flashlight to rely on. Saying that now, I recall that back then I had made a habit of having multiple flashlights on me or near me at all times. In my backpack, on my nightstand, and even in the bathroom. When it was dark, it felt like there was something beside me, mere centimetres away from my face. I felt like I was about to experience a real-life jump scare at any moment. Now? Or now? Maybe now. It felt like something was just sitting there right beside me,

feeding on all my misery, and worst of all, I knew why, and I believed that I deserved it. We moved just again because my parents were also suffering due to the constant electrical issues. For a bit, everything felt normal after we moved into our new place, but then it came back with full force, stronger than ever. I started waking up to visions, or were they reality?

I would get startled awake, barely able to catch my breath, with this urgent feeling in my chest. I would open my eyes and look around only to see the entire room covered in strange black symbols that I could not understand. But I felt as though they were there to mock me. At first it scared me deeply. Then I simply got used to it, for what else could I do? While all of this time was going on, I kept buying new books and researching online. but I couldn't find any sort of solution to my problem, which I was willing to go through with. So I just suffered.

It had gotten to the point where I would wake up, see the symbols, and then just turn my back and force myself to fall asleep. But then the thing got more creative. There were numerous instances where elements of the following would happen, but this one story I would like to share was its magnum opus. To this day, I remember it fondly because I almost felt proud of all the effort this thing had put into making me feel even more afraid. I spent the majority of that day reading one of my favorite books for the first time. But after dusk settled and evolved to darkness, I started hearing footsteps under my window. I thought it must be some animal until they intensified to an extent where I couldn't take it any longer. I was still a teenager, but a rather brave one, closer to an adult than a child at that point.

so I got up, went outside with a flashlight, and there was nobody and nothing there. I got back inside, believing that I chased whatever it was away, only to hear them again, drawing closer to my window. Whatever, I told myself, continuing to read until I fell asleep. I was woken up at about four in the morning. The reason for that was the sound of my room's door opening. The handle was a bit loose, it wasn't uncommon for it to open up on its own when the wind was strong,

or when there was some sort of strong vibration in the estate. I had my back turned to the door, so I just stood there for a moment. I sighed, realizing that I would have to get up to close it. And then I heard the door getting closed again. I froze, then came the footsteps, no longer outside my window, but within my room. I felt their direction from the door towards me I moved my body just a bit to rule out sleep paralysis but I was able to move freely

damnation The footsteps stopped at my desk Which was inches away from my bed and my head Then my chair The seat of which was neatly tucked under the desk Got dragged across the floor As if to make enough room for someone or something to sit, and sit it did. Wood splicing and crackling in its steed. Then what sounded like

fingers began tumbling against my desk surface. Impatiently, get up, witness me, fear me so that I may leave you for a while longer. This is your doing, so suffer me, is what I interpreted all of that as. I felt like I was about to faint. So scared was I. As if hours are passed by and I could still hear those fingers going at it. First came the first. Then nature started calling. And at a point I told myself, Listen, you can either sit here until dawn,

or turn around and get this over with. What's the worst that could happen? If this thing wanted you dead, it would have killed you already. I'm practically feeding it right now by sitting here. Worst case scenario I pissed myself at the age of 17 and nobody ever finds out. Big deal. Having decided that I could live with that, I turned around, prepared to see my adversary for the first time ever. Fears of claws and teeth and horns and bright red eyes swelled up, blocking my breath.

My room's door was closed. My chair was neatly placed beside my desk. nobody in the room with me. Everything was just how I had last seen it. Somewhat relieved, I exited my bedroom and visited the bathroom. I did my deeds and drank my fill, after which I splashed my face a couple of times. And then I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so tired of all of this.

Something didn't seem right. Was it my face? No. It was something around me. something behind me. I needed a couple of seconds to notice it, but when I did, everything came back to me all at once. All the fear, misfortune, dread and sadness.

Behind me on the bathroom tiles, there was a splash of blood. I turned around and examined it. It was blood indeed. Red. Deep. I had no younger siblings, and nobody had access to my house. So this being a prank was out of question.

I feared that somebody and my family could have gotten hurt. So I went out to check, but everyone seemed to be fast asleep. I went back to the bathroom, and the blood was still there. I decided the best thing I could do was to wash it off, so that if somebody else pays a midnight visit to the loo, they would not get startled. The next morning I asked around. Nobody had gotten hurt. Not last night. Not recently.

After that, for a while, things were calm. things were calm. We moved again, this time, allegedly, for the final time. That would turn out to be untrue, but either way, the dread kept creeping up on me from time to time. But I insisted on finding myself more pleasurable activities to partake in, due to which I was able to ignore it more easily. Then came one fateful night. I had not had that vision with the symbols for a longer time than usual. Throughout that same day, I had become really tired. as I was engaged in multiple different types of shenanigans. So this nasty thing that haunted me

had picked a pretty bad time to try its classic trick on me again. I woke up. The symbols were there, and I distinctly remember telling it off, and just turning around and going back to sleep. But I had nightmares, quite visceral ones at that, of my loved ones opening the door to my room and pouring in,

waking me from my slumber. They were, however, twisted versions of themselves, with wide black eyes and crooked teeth-filled mouths. It was honestly one of the most stressful dreams I've ever had. When I woke up, the symbols were still up. That was the last straw, the last drop. I would not take this any longer. I started shouting, telling that thing to go away. I asked what more could it take of me, had it not been enough.

I spoke a few protection spells that I had learned and went to wash a while. my face. When I came back, the symbols were gone, but I could still feel the presence. So I took out a marker and placed numerous protective sigils around my room. Then I opened the door to my room and kindly told the thing to get lost. I almost physically felt the atmosphere change. I closed the door and slept. I still have nightmares sometimes, and I still feel dread, but it's just like any other person. Rather recently, I even had a nightmare about seeing those symbols again. When I woke up and saw my walls clear, I sighed in relief.

I said to myself, you little rascal. But in reality, I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Staying vigilant of anything unusual. Just paranoia, luckily, hopefully. I still read occult books, and I love to learn about curious cultural traditions. I'm not sure if I'll ever partake in a summoning ritual again, but if, for whatever reason, I decide to do so again, I'll make sure to remember three key things. To know who I'm speaking to, be aware of what I'm asking for, and to never lose the items I'm binding said

entity too. You may find this odd, but in an unexpected and unusual twist for a story of this horrific manner, I'm actually happy to have lived through the ordeal, because life can get very boring. And knowing that it could just abruptly end in a finite fashion is very depressing. Once again, I must insist, I can't prove any of this. But I believe it to be true. And that can mean only one thing. There's more to life and everything beyond it that we could ever dream to know of. And if that doesn't help you sleep better, I don't know what could.

Have you ever gotten up in the middle of the night and looked out a window into your back garden? That moment of fear running down your neck as your brain plays a mean trick on you. As it starts to wonder if there's something out there? What if there was in fact someone or something looking back at you? Hidden in the darkness. Let's get into this creepy little tale from Joe. Now I should preface this by saying I don't believe in the paranormal. Or do I do enjoy all the stories and experiences?

but I do have a few unexplained experiences of my own, and this is the last one to happen. One of my friends of 15 years and his family had decided to move countries, so in September of 2003 I took him and his family for one final holiday, down to my parents' holiday home in North Cornwall. Now I've been down there with friends and with family and by myself multiple times, and I have never experienced anything out of the ordinary until this one night in September. We had been there for four days. This was our second to last night before leaving back home in Bedfordshire. And as usual, nothing out of the ordinary had occurred for the entire period that we were there. But that night, something happened that I cannot explain. Now, this next part may be difficult to put into coherent sentences. It may just end up as a confusing mess of words, but sometime just after 8pm, myself and my friend's stepfather. had stepped outside into the back garden to satiate our unfortunate addiction to nicotine.

We sat down on some patio chairs and continued the same activity we've been engaging in all that evening, namely sharing videos on the internet that we found funny. Now one thing to understand about my parents' holiday home is that the driveway runs alongside the house all the way to the back garden. The only other feature of note is an eight-foot wall that runs from the house and partially separates the driveway from the garden. I was sitting in the chair facing my friend Stepdad, the wall and the opening to the driveway when it happened. As he went to show me one more funny video,

turning his phone around to face me, and orange lights around the size of an American baseball wandered around the opening of the driveway. Now this was directly in my eyeline, so I managed to see the entire thing. A light, just about level of the top of the wall, moved around the wall as if someone had just walked around it with a light on their head. Obviously this couldn't have been the case as it was somewhere between 8 to 9 feet in the air

and from my lower angle clearly above the hedge on the boundary with the neighbours. Seeing the confusion on my face my friend stepped out turned around as he did the light moved back behind the wall with a kind of momentum that looked like a person ducked their head behind the wall after being caught. In the dark with the light shining directly at me, I couldn't see anything behind it. But that movement made me feel as if a person, or something physical, was behind that light. My friend's stepdad, having seen the same thing, looked back at me and asked, what the hell was that? And I did not have an answer. We both went inside, grabbed my friend and began searching the garden and driveway.

We didn't find anything. Not even when we looked over the hedge into the neighbour's garden, just in case my perspective was messed up in the dark, and it was further away than I thought. After about 20 minutes, I remembered the house had security cameras, and one of them pointed directly to that portion of the driveway, with the entrance to the garden. The only activity on the cameras was the three of us searching the driveway.

Scrolling back through, I couldn't even find any evidence of the light having been there. No shadows, no light, and definitely no people. Had it just been me that experienced it, I would have assumed I was hallucinating. But for some reason at the time, that experience scared me more than any other experience in my life. That's about all the time we have left for tonight and my fresh. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts on these tales, or if you've had any experiences that were similarly yourself, drop me a comment below and let me know. I'll have to leave you now for the remainder of your journey tonight.

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