Abandoned Asylum

Street lights will constantly turn off as you get near which I hate because I walk my dog at midnight every night and it happens everytime, multiple complaints have been made but PGE said the lights are brand new and in perfect condition, now this could be a fuse yes but it could also very well be the result of some paranormal activity due to the torture patients were put through during the asylums being.

Careful What You Wish For

…This story is about a character who’s name I won’t use, because speaking his name or typing it usually causes him to pop up and try to contact me in some way. It has happened, almost without fail, for all the time I’ve known him. I’ll tell a story about him, or mention his name, and suddenly I will receive a text message or phone call from him. It’s not that I never want to see him again, but rather that he’s the type of chaotic crazy that belongs in a long-closed chapter of my life. For my purposes here, I’ll simply call him the Captain….

Curious Deer Visitation

…That night though, I have a dream of being approached by said buck while squatted in a garden. This dream-deer wouldn’t stop slowly getting closer and closer, until the only way I could keep him at arms length was by grabbing hold of one of his antlers. I woke up confused as to why I saw this deer as a threat. Couple of days later Im walking home from school and BAM I see in a bio-swell off of a fairly well trafficked road, a dead buck….

“Ahuiateteo, Help Us Please”

…One night I’m sleeping and suddenly I wake up, middle of the night, it was pitch black… my CPAP machine humming in the background. And next to me lying totally still, I hear this chanting. “Ahuiateteo… help us please- Ahuiateteo… help me please.” My wife was chanting in the dark, she was praying to some unknown god in her sleep. I sit upright and focus so I could try to figure out what she was saying….

A Reincarnation Story

…So by three years old, I was not speaking fluently or with much understanding of others around me. Yet, at three years old I went up to my mom and started telling her about my “old life” as I called it. Very clearly I told her that we were once sisters in my old life. And then I vividly described our family standing on a dirt road by the farm and we were all together. I apparently told her this a few times that year and it stuck in her memories….