…My kitchen backsplash especially functions like a continually-changing portal of some kind….
…last night my roommate and I were talking about ghosts and spirits and the box just…fell off the shelf? All the way from the back…
Back in the early 80’s a month or so after my grandma passed I was woke up in the middle of the night by a smoke being that “felt” like her. It disappeared when I try to hug “her.”
Wanting to finish the book I was reading, I stayed up until about 12:30am, placing the book on the night-table beside me. When we awoke the next morning to pack up for our drive to Memphis, I noticed the book was missing from where it sat not six hours prior. My partner and I turned the room upside down looking for it. It had not slipped behind the bed, under the bed, or gotten lost in the bedsheets. It had simply vanished.
My head was tilted slightly down but I clearly saw someone walk into the little hallway from the living room to the right to the second bedroom on my left; I assumed it was my husband. I hadn’t heard him come home, but was vacuuming so didn’t think that odd – we were, however, still newlyweds and I thought it strange my husband didn’t come over and say hello. I stopped the vacuum and went to the other bedroom – there was no one there. I checked bathroom, living room, kitchen, even closets, I was alone. The door was still locked…..
As I was looking outside, I could sense something by my right shoulder and a young male voice whispered “Turn off the light” I can tell you I froze because no one was there….
This place has it all: UFOs, black helicopters, cattle mutilation, thunderbirds, cryptids, people experiencing missing time, giant snakes, ghosts, a troublesome being called Pukwudgie that matches a lot of European fairy lore.
… there was a big staircase at the entrance of the bathroom downstairs, you could distinctly here the footsteps come down so clearly my friend Hannah literally said “whos coming down here so late” but then we heard the footsteps get to the bottom of the stairs, right in front of us. No one was there. At all….
One night I ended up babysitting late, I actually think my mom and the kids mom were probably out drinking (haha) and so I had to ride my bike back late at night, around 10pm. It was dark, but again, close and Boise was small as hell.
Of course, I did my usual creepy feeling pedal faster but as I was pedaling I heard a loud SCREAM that sounded like it was on the other side of the hedges. This of course scared the crap out of me, causing me to immediately crash my bike and fall off INTO the fence.
Once home to a museum where was housed the remains of several peoples long past, Allen Hall now sits vacant….