My husband is from Sweden, and I'm from the US. We travel to Sweden at least once a year to visit family. My husband's mother is from Rockhammar, and she has a summerhouse there, so we usually end up spending a good deal of time in Rockhammar: walking in the forest, grilling, resting and swimming in the community pool. Well, I'm from New Orleans, and there is a lot of "liminal" activity that goes on here, and we are raised to see things and interact with oddities that other people don't notice. I will try to post some things about New Orleans as well, but , right now, Rockhammar is on my mind because we will soon travel again to Sweden. So this village has a lot of liminal activity too. Mostly it comes in dreams. I dream very vividly when I'm sleeping in the summerhouse. I'm normally a vivid dreamer, but these are so real that I struggle sometimes to shake myself out of dreams for days. I walk around not knowing if things are real or if I am dreaming them. And I annoy my husband with questions like: "Is this really happening? Or, am I still dreaming?" He's used to it. If I told you I’ve seen many magical things here, would you believe me? In the forest, there is a rock we sit on and look out onto the lake and meditate. You can see the whole distance across. It was winter, and the lake was frozen. An old man with white hair had appeared and walked towards me. He was wearing snowshoes and a heavy wool sweater but no coat. No hat. As the man had come closer, he did not acknowledged me. It was as if he did not see me at all. He passed about ten feet to the left, and, as I whipped my head around to follow him, he turned into a crow with a red breast and flew away. Another time, I saw a Reindeer three meters tall. Once there was a freaking elf who demanded a blood sacrifice. And the time I stepped onto the frozen lake, and the world turned upside down. Disbelieve if you must, but I still have a scar from that freaking elf. They are not nice and noble like the movies say. They are vicious little creatures who should be avoided.

I live here in this Old Old Old house. The closets pop open in the middle of the night. The floorboards screech when no one's there. And there's the slight feeling that your not alone. Every month or so there's a slightly odd little glitch on my phone. It changes every once and awhile. Only tiny things. No point making a fuss. But it was odd.

This happened to me and my cousin nitin, October during the Durga Puja holidays. We did not tell anyone about it because our family would think we were drunk.. We were completely sober. We were coming back from Naugachia to Bhagalpur on our bike. It was 12:45 AM. If you have ever crossed the Vikramshila Setu at that time you know how scary it is. The wind from the river is really strong. The only light was from our bikes headlights. We were in the middle of the bridge when our bikes engine stopped working. It just stopped. I moved to the side. Stopped near the railing. Nitin got off to check the spark plug. I used my phones flashlight. The first thing we noticed was not a sound. A smell. It was a smell of wet mud from the river and burning incense like the kind they use at funerals. Then the wind stopped completely. It was very quiet. That is when we heard it. From under the bridge came the sound of a woman crying. It was not a cry it sounded like someone was crying very loudly gasping for air right below us. Nitin stopped moving. He whispered, "Do you hear a sound?" I shone my phone light down at the water but I could not see anything. Then fifty yards away I saw something white in the black water. It was a bundle floating against the strong current of the Ganga. It was not moving down the river it was moving up towards the pillar of the bridge we were standing on. As it got closer the crying sound started moving up. It was like it was climbing the pillar. We heard heavy slaps against the concrete coming from under the bridge. Nitin grabbed my jacket screaming, "Start the bike! Start it now!" I tried to start the bike times. Nothing happened. My phone screen started glitching the time was changing randomly from 12:46 to 3:15 to 1:02. The slapping sound reached the edge of the concrete railing just ten feet away from us. A pair of hands grabbed the edge of the barrier. They did not look like hands. They looked like they were made of black river mud and tangled weeds dripping wet but with long thin fingers. A face started to come up over the edge. It had no skin, a shape made of dark shiny mud with two empty holes staring at us.. From that muddy mouth came the same loud choking crying sound. I kicked the bike one time with all my strength. The engine started working. I did not even wait for Nitin to sit properly. I drove the bike forward. He jumped on the back as we moved. As we drove away I looked in the rearview mirror. In the red light of my taillight I saw the muddy figure standing on the bridge walkway. It was not chasing us. It was just standing there pointing a wet arm at the spot where our bike had stopped as if waiting for us to come back. We did not stop until we reached the lights of the Zero Mile checkpoint. My bike worked fine the whole way and the mechanics the next day found nothing wrong, with the engine. To this day I do not cross the Vikramshila Setu after 9 PM. If you live in Bhagalpur please if your vehicle stops on that bridge at night do not look at the water, leave your vehicle and run.

This happened to me and my cousin nitin, October during the Durga Puja holidays. We did not tell anyone about it because our family would think we were drunk.. We were completely sober. We were coming back from Naugachia to Bhagalpur on our bike. It was 12:45 AM. If you have ever crossed the Vikramshila Setu at that time you know how scary it is. The wind from the river is really strong. The only light was from our bikes headlights. We were in the middle of the bridge when our bikes engine stopped working. It just stopped. I moved to the side. Stopped near the railing. Nitin got off to check the spark plug. I used my phones flashlight. The first thing we noticed was not a sound. A smell. It was a smell of wet mud from the river and burning incense like the kind they use at funerals. Then the wind stopped completely. It was very quiet. That is when we heard it. From under the bridge came the sound of a woman crying. It was not a cry it sounded like someone was crying very loudly gasping for air right below us. Nitin stopped moving. He whispered, "Do you hear a sound?" I shone my phone light down at the water but I could not see anything. Then fifty yards away I saw something white in the black water. It was a bundle floating against the strong current of the Ganga. It was not moving down the river it was moving up towards the pillar of the bridge we were standing on. As it got closer the crying sound started moving up. It was like it was climbing the pillar. We heard heavy slaps against the concrete coming from under the bridge. Nitin grabbed my jacket screaming, "Start the bike! Start it now!" I tried to start the bike times. Nothing happened. My phone screen started glitching the time was changing randomly from 12:46 to 3:15 to 1:02. The slapping sound reached the edge of the concrete railing just ten feet away from us. A pair of hands grabbed the edge of the barrier. They did not look like hands. They looked like they were made of black river mud and tangled weeds dripping wet but with long thin fingers. A face started to come up over the edge. It had no skin, a shape made of dark shiny mud with two empty holes staring at us.. From that muddy mouth came the same loud choking crying sound. I kicked the bike one time with all my strength. The engine started working. I did not even wait for Nitin to sit properly. I drove the bike forward. He jumped on the back as we moved. As we drove away I looked in the rearview mirror. In the red light of my taillight I saw the muddy figure standing on the bridge walkway. It was not chasing us. It was just standing there pointing a wet arm at the spot where our bike had stopped as if waiting for us to come back. We did not stop until we reached the lights of the Zero Mile checkpoint. My bike worked fine the whole way and the mechanics the next day found nothing wrong, with the engine. To this day I do not cross the Vikramshila Setu after 9 PM. If you live in Bhagalpur please if your vehicle stops on that bridge at night do not look at the water, leave your vehicle and run.

This happened to me and my cousin nitin, October during the Durga Puja holidays. We did not tell anyone about it because our family would think we were drunk.. We were completely sober. We were coming back from Naugachia to Bhagalpur on our bike. It was 12:45 AM. If you have ever crossed the Vikramshila Setu at that time you know how scary it is. The wind from the river is really strong. The only light was from our bikes headlights. We were in the middle of the bridge when our bikes engine stopped working. It just stopped. I moved to the side. Stopped near the railing. Nitin got off to check the spark plug. I used my phones flashlight. The first thing we noticed was not a sound. A smell. It was a smell of wet mud from the river and burning incense like the kind they use at funerals. Then the wind stopped completely. It was very quiet. That is when we heard it. From under the bridge came the sound of a woman crying. It was not a cry it sounded like someone was crying very loudly gasping for air right below us. Nitin stopped moving. He whispered, "Do you hear a sound?" I shone my phone light down at the water but I could not see anything. Then fifty yards away I saw something white in the black water. It was a bundle floating against the strong current of the Ganga. It was not moving down the river it was moving up towards the pillar of the bridge we were standing on. As it got closer the crying sound started moving up. It was like it was climbing the pillar. We heard heavy slaps against the concrete coming from under the bridge. Nitin grabbed my jacket screaming, "Start the bike! Start it now!" I tried to start the bike times. Nothing happened. My phone screen started glitching the time was changing randomly from 12:46 to 3:15 to 1:02. The slapping sound reached the edge of the concrete railing just ten feet away from us. A pair of hands grabbed the edge of the barrier. They did not look like hands. They looked like they were made of black river mud and tangled weeds dripping wet but with long thin fingers. A face started to come up over the edge. It had no skin, a shape made of dark shiny mud with two empty holes staring at us.. From that muddy mouth came the same loud choking crying sound. I kicked the bike one time with all my strength. The engine started working. I did not even wait for Nitin to sit properly. I drove the bike forward. He jumped on the back as we moved. As we drove away I looked in the rearview mirror. In the red light of my taillight I saw the muddy figure standing on the bridge walkway. It was not chasing us. It was just standing there pointing a wet arm at the spot where our bike had stopped as if waiting for us to come back. We did not stop until we reached the lights of the Zero Mile checkpoint. My bike worked fine the whole way and the mechanics the next day found nothing wrong, with the engine. To this day I do not cross the Vikramshila Setu after 9 PM. If you live in Bhagalpur please if your vehicle stops on that bridge at night do not look at the water, leave your vehicle and run.

This happened to me and my cousin nitin, October during the Durga Puja holidays. We did not tell anyone about it because our family would think we were drunk.. We were completely sober. We were coming back from Naugachia to Bhagalpur on our bike. It was 12:45 AM. If you have ever crossed the Vikramshila Setu at that time you know how scary it is. The wind from the river is really strong. The only light was from our bikes headlights. We were in the middle of the bridge when our bikes engine stopped working. It just stopped. I moved to the side. Stopped near the railing. Nitin got off to check the spark plug. I used my phones flashlight. The first thing we noticed was not a sound. A smell. It was a smell of wet mud from the river and burning incense like the kind they use at funerals. Then the wind stopped completely. It was very quiet. That is when we heard it. From under the bridge came the sound of a woman crying. It was not a cry it sounded like someone was crying very loudly gasping for air right below us. Nitin stopped moving. He whispered, "Do you hear a sound?" I shone my phone light down at the water but I could not see anything. Then fifty yards away I saw something white in the black water. It was a bundle floating against the strong current of the Ganga. It was not moving down the river it was moving up towards the pillar of the bridge we were standing on. As it got closer the crying sound started moving up. It was like it was climbing the pillar. We heard heavy slaps against the concrete coming from under the bridge. Nitin grabbed my jacket screaming, "Start the bike! Start it now!" I tried to start the bike times. Nothing happened. My phone screen started glitching the time was changing randomly from 12:46 to 3:15 to 1:02. The slapping sound reached the edge of the concrete railing just ten feet away from us. A pair of hands grabbed the edge of the barrier. They did not look like hands. They looked like they were made of black river mud and tangled weeds dripping wet but with long thin fingers. A face started to come up over the edge. It had no skin, a shape made of dark shiny mud with two empty holes staring at us.. From that muddy mouth came the same loud choking crying sound. I kicked the bike one time with all my strength. The engine started working. I did not even wait for Nitin to sit properly. I drove the bike forward. He jumped on the back as we moved. As we drove away I looked in the rearview mirror. In the red light of my taillight I saw the muddy figure standing on the bridge walkway. It was not chasing us. It was just standing there pointing a wet arm at the spot where our bike had stopped as if waiting for us to come back. We did not stop until we reached the lights of the Zero Mile checkpoint. My bike worked fine the whole way and the mechanics the next day found nothing wrong, with the engine. To this day I do not cross the Vikramshila Setu after 9 PM. If you live in Bhagalpur please if your vehicle stops on that bridge at night do not look at the water, leave your vehicle and run.

A few years ago, my mom worked at the value pawn on this road. She came into work and saw that one of the cameras recorded something about 4 hours after closing, so she uploaded it to her phone to check when she wasn't busy. When she came home, she sat down with me to watch the footage, and it showed a shadow slowly walking across the isles before suddenly disappearing. Still gives me chills.

i was hanging out with my friends at the school just like normal, and while we were chatting it started to rain. We all just ran towards the shaded area (that's what they call it.) Anyways we were trading pokemon cards and suddenly we see this 9 year old looking kid walk up to us and he sais to us this. "Help, this person behind me has been following me for so long. Help me!"and me and my group look up and see this 14 year old kid whose moari wearing a red and black woven hoodie with his hands in his pocket and hes saying "Hey kids! i see you guys have some very nice bikes" "Ill give you a deal, how about we do paper sciccors rock, and if i win i get all ur bikes! and we were all freacked out so me my friend ,my friends brother and my brother just hurried away. But my friends brother wasnt so lucky... they grabbed him by the collar and the 9 year old kid said "Hey, listen up just give me ur bikes or else!" luckily he was smart so he started to act like he was about to cry and they let him go. so me my brother and 2 friend hurried home and ran inside but the 14 year old kid (who said his name was Te Manu) and his brother were spotted right next to my friends house and thats when i realized he might live next to me... because I remember one night our neighbours got arrested and some new people moved in and when they were walking past my friends house my friend said that they walked into our house next door and thats why we reported them to the police. Any ways thats it.

i was hanging out with my friends at the school just like normal, and while we were chatting it started to rain. We all just ran towards the shaded area (that's what they call it.) Anyways we were trading pokemon cards and suddenly we see this 9 year old looking kid walk up to us and he sais to us this. "Help, this person behind me has been following me for so long. Help me!"and me and my group look up and see this 14 year old kid whose moari wearing a red and black woven hoodie with his hands in his pocket and hes saying "Hey kids! i see you guys have some very nice bikes" "Ill give you a deal, how about we do paper sciccors rock, and if i win i get all ur bikes! and we were all freacked out so me my friend ,my friends brother and my brother just hurried away. But my friends brother wasnt so lucky... they grabbed him by the collar and the 9 year old kid said "Hey, listen up just give me ur bikes or else!" luckily he was smart so he started to act like he was about to cry and they let him go. so me my brother and 2 friend hurried home and ran inside but the 14 year old kid (who said his name was Te Manu) and his brother were spotted right next to my friends house and thats when i realized he might live next to me... because I remember one night our neighbours got arrested and some new people moved in and when they were walking past my friends house my friend said that they walked into our house next door and thats why we reported them to the police. Any ways thats it.

road is always longer then you expect and makes you feel you've driven past this spot already and gets really foggy and there's always an accident when it rains. looks and feels like traveling through some kind of ancient curse and is very isolating at certain times. i catch the bus every day and I find the road comforting it feels right like home is just around the corner and the fog or something is saying welcome home child I've being living there my whole life tho, my friend when they where new to the area used to joke it was some kind of time loop created by the witch's in the area and Bellingen was cursed. the area is known for its witches and locals are known for being very spiritual and there's a few cults in the area, I don't know much about them I see there posters on the notice boards in Bellingen all the time. we also have a shop that sells items for witch craft and I've known people who claimed to be witches I'm talking casting spells, manifesting, charging crystals they where all lovely people. but this is about the road in to Bellingen and its beautiful strangeness. I wish I had some better photos of how twisted road is at some spots and the fog.

So one day me and my sister were walking past our neighborhood park, and we paused when we noticed a coyote. We were standing in the edge of the road and it was at the very far edge of the park, by the forest that leads up to a private school, so were were at least 80 feet away from it. The back edge of the park had a large dip where water would collect, and being January, the large puddle had frozen over. We watched a the coyote walked towards the woods for a bit, before following it, as one does. When we reached the area the coyote was, it had disappeared. Again, it was January, so all the trees were barren and you could see super deep into the woods, yet we couldn’t spot the coyote. We had also checked the damp ground, and there were no paw prints where there typically would be. The oddest part was the fact that the icy collection of water was still perfectly intact. When we tested the thickness, it was barely 5cm thick, and it cracked easily under our touch. Again, it was completely intact when we had gotten there. The moment was so odd… My sister and I still bring it up when we walk by those woods sometimes.

Okay, so everytime I go near the fence, I hear screeching and claw scratching. I've done some research and skinwalkers do that apparently? One time me and my friend (who has literally seen them) were having a sleepover and we were seeing LITERAL red eyes in the Window. We were watching a movie and then we both saw a long black/gray arm with claws next to the window. And we looked outside and from the side of the fence, something dashed right away. Idk if this is actually a skinwalker, but... Please still be careful. But I mean it when I say that me and my friend have heard MIMCIKING VOICES THAT SOUNDED LIKE OUR FAMILIES WHEN THEY WERE INSIDE. WHAT????? so uh yeah that's mah submission!

Whe're walking home with mom, dad and my brother. theres a guy  beging out side of his house we politely decline he gets mad and calls the police claiming mom stole some money. We arive back at the house and the police show up. Two police get out a woman and a man. They search mom and I sit on the side line I'm not worried though because I know what happened.  Another police who's a man comes and tells me he has to  take me to the station for questioning. At that moment I realized it was a dream so I told him no and started talking back then I got bored so I  went with him. I was in the car when he turned and told me he was part of the dream agents and he was recruiting me. He said where on a mission to grab an Item that wasn't supposed to be there. we kept driving and the setting was slowly turning in to a whimsical fairy village. we ditched the car because it would look wierd so we continued on foot. We had to climb through a bunch of tunels with mushrooms and moss every where in one of the tunnels we found a bunch of little fairy kid the want to make us a sandwich the dream agents declined but I said nuh uh I want that sandwich so they made the sandwich it was hot pink, had lots of leaves inside and had a white sauce  inside. It was the most delicious sandwich ever and tasted like pickles. After we left we continued walking untill we got to my school He said  this is where tho Item is. I need to distract every one while he looks for the item. So I was siting in class bord and since I knew it was a dream I tried to someone a taco but I was unsussesful so I tried to someone mom instead it didn't work but a book did show up it was  a rule book to being a dream agent I looked though it and it said you can't someone any one if there's already 9 people in the room that you know and there where nine people so that's why I couldn't someone  mom there also descriptions of demons there to and I thought that was cool we then had to play a game and I was put on a team with s kid we had to get on towels and Scoot across the floor and since I knew it was a dream I ripped the towel out from underneath her and did it my self and won. Then the dream agent came back and said he found the item its time to go so we got in a car and left the he dropped me back of at home and the next day after leaving school it was still a dream it kind of just skip to the end of school the dream a gent came back and said we have another mission this time we have to identified a sleep paralysis demon so we got in the car and started driving he  flip a switch and every thing stared to look wird out side like there random stuff and people  he said flipping the switch gave us access to other people's dreams. We arived a two giant house he said one of them has the guy and demon we where looking for he'll check one house and I'll check the other I told my self that if I get to scared I should just wake up I entered the house and I was in a  Landry room there where to stairs and I still remember every direction I took I went right up the stairs the left in to another Landry room then left up the stairs in to another Landry room then left up more stairs and ended up in the back rooms I kept walking and to my left there was a room leading to other rooms that.wher very dark and had furniture in it I thought that it looked scary so I kept going straight then I saw some small stairs leading only like two feet off of the floor I went up them and then in the room there was blood  every where and I the next room there was a man was standing there facing the to the right looking horrified I got really  scared and was I about to try and wake up when suddenly I thought no its only a dream and  I got to save this guy cause  I assumed this was his dream. my heart  was beating very fast and I called out to him but couldn't see or heat me then something that I  couldn't se lunged at him and he and the thing poofed away then amessage appeared and it said I have to leave in twelve minutes or I'll  be trapped by the mob and Turnd around and ther where a tone of black  figures with red ties I ran the way I Came and got out in time  I checked the dream book and found the mob demon I told the dream agent what I saw and he said the demon is only dangerous if it's not you dream so just through this at the house. I rhough the red ball and a big warning sign came over the house  he said the missions are over for now so I can go home did got in bed and woke up in the real world.

I have had multiple experiences w some strange stuff so here's a couple stories When I was younger I woke up after a nightmare it was about 8 on a weekend and I started to shout for my mom again and again and then I heard from the top of my stairs clear as Dayi heard "yes honey?" (btw my mom is on the main floor sn I have no sisters )and then 5 seconds after my mom opens the door with a slightly grouchy voice (NOTHING LIKE WHAT I HEARD) goes yes honey. also one time at that same house I was in my bed and I used to always have my door opened like knish inch and then it imminently slammed shut while me and my brother were In bed I went down stairs and asked every one in my house if they did it and they all said no plus they weren't even close to my room

Me and my friend were spending some time here towards the end of the day. Abruptly, she started acting incredibly scared and pushed herself into the corner or the park. She started saying that she was seeing black fog all around her and that there were things moving inside of the fog. I had to slowly guide her out of the park and back to our car but while we were inching our way over a loud howling sound stared coming from the sewage drain on the other side of the park. We booked it to the car and locked all the doors. I don’t remember much else happening but once we got to a safe place we both noticed that the air seemed much thicker/damper than usual.

Vejo vultos e muitas das vezes tem rostos, sinto prezensas estranhas isso significa algo?

I had just recently moved into a new home and for every night I hear thunder-like bangs and occasionally feel the vibrations coming from them. At first, I thought it was thunder due to the storm watches over the last week or so. But it's not. The strange thing about it is that I was just living a block down from the new location and haven't noticed it until I moved in. Also, it's only during the night. None of the neighbors knows what I am talking about. Not even friends and family that literally lives on the same block as I.

A few years ago I was walking up 22nd and found a pile of peanuts with a key placed in the middle. I wanted to grab the key and look at it more but felt really creeped out by it so I took a picture and left quickly. I have no idea what was going on if it was some sort of offering or like a joke but it was gone the next day when I walked by again.

Eu tava aqui no fim de semana com o meu irmão de coração, vamos chamar de Biel, e a namo dele a Isa. Eu fui passar um tempo com o Biel e ele falou pra mim que viu algo no seu, como um meteoro, ele falou que acendeu e passou rápido e apagou, como um meteoro, mas ele disse que a luz desse "cometa" era verde, eu fiquei em choque "cometa verde, eu nunca vi isso, nem um cometa" e eu disse que poderia ser um OVNI, e eu tava vendo uma explosões na lua, mas pra ver explosões na lua tem que ter uma magnitude enorme e no dia passado tinha um arco-íris duplo com apenas 1% e logo um OVNI em 48 h, e ele viu que depois do "cometa" acendeu uma luz vermelha. O que você acha, é um OVNI ou não?

There's a swamp near my house, and there is NO trees in it. Absolutely none. They're all around the edges of it. Except for one. One single tree, right in the middle. There's also a lot of shadow figures around my house !! Me and my mom see them, plus when my friends come over they do too.

I don't remember much from then cuz I was young but it was a weird night for me starting with a family BBQ in my grandmas backyard my I think it was my neighbor dressed up as a gorilla lol but anyway we had a campfire with s'mores around maybe like 10pm and suddenly we saw these strange orange lights like 5 of them just moving against the wind glowing bright at first we thought lanterns or planes but it couldn't have been and then idk if I'm right cuz it was long ago once again I was young and I think I saw like little blue specs on the sides I remember my dad and me waving at them me thinking it was aliens waving at me lol but yeah that's my story

I saw what can best be described as a red orb outside the window of my apartment while living in this complex back in 2020-2021. Lying in bed one evening looking out the window, I saw a red orb float into view. I have no way of telling exactly how far away the orb was but it looked to be in the sky, not immediately outside my window (the apartment was on the second floor of a three floor building in a large complex). The orb came to a complete stop before speeding away in the same direction it had been "flying." I don't think it was a conventional aircraft. Planes obviously cannot stop in midair. Helicopters can, but this appeared to just be a single red light while a helicopter would have red and green navigation lights on the sides as well as nose and taillights. It could have been someone flying a drone but I do remember that it was the middle of winter, so I can't imagine why someone would have been flying a drone in the middle of a cold Massachusetts night. There is a small regional airport in the next town over (Hanscom Airfield in Bedford, MA) so we used to see planes flying by all the time; this did not look like an airplane.

I was working on a trail by myself the day this happened to me about mid afternoon on a warm, clear day. I had ear protection headphones on and was using a machine to clear the trail for access to visitors. This trail is located on an old historic road that once connected to a small community off in the woods that has not existed for a very long time. The trail is still lined on both sides by old stone walls that are common in this area. The trail is still home to many old foundations and root cellars that were once used by the old community that once existed there as well providing a glimpse into the past usage of the area. Now, being that I was very sensory deprived with the headphones and machinery running, what happened was something that I cannot explain as it wasn't something I was even thinking about at the time given the task I was completing required my full attention. I will state here that I have been sensitive my entire life and feel things often when I am not seeking them out. I can feel presence and know when a room has something about it that our eyes cannot see. I've heard foot steps, voices and seen objects move on several occurrences even with others present who, I found out after, are also sensitive which helps me feel like I'm not crazy. So, I'm working when suddenly in my minds eye or whatever you want to call it, I see/feel a man on horseback in old, colonial type clothing riding up on a horse from behind me on the trail at a very high rate of speed and I instinctually jump off the trail because it felt like this individual would run me down. I literally looked behind as this happened fully expecting to see someone and yet no physical person was there. I shut off the machine and threw my headphones off so convinced that this was literally happening and my senses were shocked to see nothing at all. Now, this was a very new thing for me compared to my past experiences and it has stayed with me ever since. I can still see what my mind felt now as I write this. I've been back there many times since as I manage more than 20 open space preserves in the area and it has not happened to me since. I truly feel like this was some sort of time slip that my mind picked up on and I cannot explain it. I even looked for hoof tracks in the soil trying to convince myself that someone had actually ridden by me. This is an equestrian area with lots of riding trails but this place in particular is not used by the riding community as it is not connected to other riding locations. Whatever happened that day is something I will never forget but I'm glad this community exists for all of us to share our experiences together.

when I was younger my grandma would let me and my siblings stay at her home because we lived really close. my siblings and I thought it was fun to make up ghost stories. My grandma's home was quite large and had many rooms, one of the rooms we called the rose room was filled with dolls and gave us all chills down our spines, some times we would dare each other to go in there. to my siblings and I if you where brave and went in the rose room you where teated like a king, so one night I decided the rose was not scary so I told evryone in the house that I was going to sleep in the rose room and right when I stet in the rose room I was so scared it was hard to breathe what made it even more scary was the huge mirror right in front of the bed right behind the bed was a window, the entire room was filed with things from when my grandma was a little girl. when I finally went to sleep I had the most terabul dream so hored I can remember it clearly, the dream was about my self in a tiny pupule room, as I slowly tun my head a small dresser apers the doors open and in every night mare I have ever had a sound of a violen plays and suddenly before I can even think of what is going on a forse puls me in to the closet and when I wake of to see the mirror in the window I see a man with a black hat and eyes wide open as can be staring in to to the mirror I was so scared and tramatised every thing blacked out after that all I can remeber after that was my grandma trying to wake me up and that was the last time I ever went in there.

I was watering my neighbor's flowers when I heard a Thunk!! I went to go check it out, and I found a bird. a dead bird. I was a kid then, so I put it in my watering can and named it Dan. I brought it home, but my dad threw it out.

So me and my friend Victoria went bowling for part of “girl” camp. We left the bowling area to go to the bathroom together, the we kinda lost then we herd light classical music coming from a hallway that we couldn’t find. Then the lights were very orange and yellowish. It seemed as if the hallways never ended until the camp conciler yelled our names and the hallway freaking cut off and we saw the bowling area.

It was a lazy wednesday and I was in the kitchen washing the dishes When suddenly in the corner of my eye I see two pairs of walking legs coming from my older sisters room, I was spooked and looked immediately to my right, and I saw.. nothing. I figured it was my eyes playing tricks on me and moved on brushing it off. But then what really sent shivers down my spine was that as I was putting away the plates to dry and I notice my ponytail wrapped around the ear of one of the chairs in the dining table. A white ponytail with a long ribbon tail tied to it that I usually keep inside my drawer. My older sister is not one use my things as much and if she did she would have asked me but these days shes been at work so she couldnt have just taken it. Its only the two of us and I havent used that ponytail in years.

Around 11pm some night in January 2026: While looking out at the Valley Cityscape with my father, a disembodied woman's voice said "hey" softly from directly behind us. There was no one there. The voice didn't feel sinister at all, more so curious. We had been there for 10-20 minutes watching the city lights, and no one was around at all that night. We left immediately after, as the atmosphere had noticeably changed.

I have never had a dream like this since this event. In my dream I could somehow see myself from the upper left corner of my window, and at the same time I was very aware of the position that I was in, as in I could still feel that I was laying down. It started off just that, but then my view involuntarily moved to the right, and there was a tall figure just standing there and staring at me. It was like a shadow, but thicker, if that makes sense, and it felt to me like it wanted to hurt me somehow. I woke up shortly after, and I couldn’t move I was so scared.

I want to preface this by clarifying a few things. I am not a hunter, but I have a general knowledge of animal anatomy and typical animal behavior. Despite not hunting, I know very well that Chronic Wasting Disease (CWD) accounts for most of what people on the internet think are Not-Deer sightings. I am also a highly logical person, and try to find logical explanations for things whenever possible. My name is common enough that I could include it here, but for reasons of internet safety, I will not be doing that. A bit of context: This happened very early in the morning, around 2 AM or so. I was in a second story room that faced the street. At the end of this street is a cul-de-sack with a streetlamp. It doesn't use bright white bulbs, but the light it provides is easily noticeable even from inside. The room I was in has a window facing the street. It's a big enough window that if there's anything going on outside, you can be anywhere in the room and still see it. I was walking around the room with the lights off while listening to music, using the light from the streetlamp outside to avoid running into the furniture. I walked past the window and stopped, because there was a deer outside in the grass. I walk at a decent clip, so I was a little surprised that I hadn't seen the deer on my previous pass of the window, but I didn't think much of it. I hadn't seen the deer walk to its current location, but that didn't mean anything. I paused my music to watch the deer. It was standing completely still, with its head up as if watching the sky. This was the first thing that struck me as odd. It continued to stand still for several minutes, always with its head up. Absolutely motionless. That behavior is easily explained by CWD, but the next odd aspect has no natural explanation that I can think of. It only looked like a deer when I wasn't looking directly at it. If I attempted to look directly at the supposed 'deer', my vision became unable to focus on it. Only when I moved my eyes away and watched it through my peripheral vision did it look like a deer. After several more minutes of watching it, during which it maintained its strange pose and continued to cause my vision to not focus if I looked directly at it, I quietly walked away and put my back to a corner several feet away from the window. I did not have line of sight to it when I was in this corner. I very quietly whispered the strange aspects of this creature aloud to myself. I checked the window again, and it was gone. I immediately turned on all the lights in the room and sat in a chair that gave me a view of the entire room and the window. The date on this is certain, because I immediately texted my friend about this after sitting in the chair. My friend wondered if I was hallucinating, but there is no doubt in my mind that what I saw was really there. I have hallucinated once in the past, but that was due to sleep deprivation, and I was aware that I was hallucinating. I was absolutely well rested when this sighting occurred. Other strange things have occurred at this location. I have lost time and have seen the ghost of a cat. Unfortunately, I believe the latter is due to the fact that some people leave their pets behind when they move. There were real cats in the house when the ghost sighting occurred, but I know for certain that it was not one of the real cats that I saw. Story for another time, though.

I used to live here as a kid. There was a formation of rocks in our garden that created a triangular shape. I could easily climb into the "cave" it created. One night I got up in the middle of the night because I thought I heard something in the backyard. I looked out the window, and I could clearly see a silhouette of someone emerging from the triangular opening in the rocks, ever so slowly. It stood still by the rocks for a moment before it slowly moved into the bushes and dissapeared. I thought I was crazy and never told anyone.

so there has always been this one rumor or myth around my old private school. a seemingly empty building with decaying arcitecture, the lands were extremely dry with dead trees and all, a huge contrast from my bright and earthy school. Sometimes during break, me and my friends would get the best view of the place from the seconf floor to observe, and caught an old lady dusting the dried ground.. it always seemed rather odd to me, as we made eye contact, but we will never know her true intentions. but either way it was just some myths created by desperate elementary students, just for fun.

So. When I was a kid, I used to have very lucid nightmares, all the time, some of them so bad I would go crying to my mother about it. But one night, it was BAD. I don't remember too much, but that dream had always stuck with me. I remember it was a dark night in my dream, the black sky starless and moonless. I was with a group of adults, just in the street, some grass and rocks off to the sides. There were no cars, and what seemed to be no houses or other signs of life there. Then, a old blue and rusty pickup truck came barreling out of nowhere from the thick fog, aiming for me. I ran as fast as I could, that rusty pickup following me. When I looked at the driver, he was cloaked in shadow, with a navy baseball cap, and he was dressed like a farmer, with no distinguishable face. I remember running to a middle school, also empty, aside from these two random girls, J. and A. The school had no name...but it looks exactly like the school I go to. And, J. and A. are now my friends. Coincidence? I think not.

This may seem odd, but nothing I've read can classify the feeling I got during this. I was reading about ghosts and spirits at a young age, and at first I believed it till a family member told be it wasn't true. Right after saying it's not true, they shiverred like a ghost was passing through their body. But like aggressively. After that, I tried acting normal and said, " yeah. You're probably tight about it being fake." and I involuntarily shivered too. The happens whenever I speak bad about spirits. Another quick example is when I said recently" if guardian angels are real, mine's doing a bad job. " i shivered when I said that and shortly after burned my hand. Anyways, have a good day and don't not believe!

When I was in fourth grade (1996–1997), my family lived on a rural property with a wide-open clearing of about five acres. Our home was a double-wide mobile home, and on its south side stood a separate cabin. The forest surrounded the clearing. Earlier that year I pointed out unusual lights in the western sky to my father. They appeared as a bright white shimmering distortion, almost like a localized aurora or rippling curtain of light in a fixed area. It did not drift like clouds it shifted internally, folding and thinning until it faded. My father believed it was just clouds. Weeks later, on a different night, my father left for the store while I stayed home with my younger brother. I heard a low humming sound outside in the forest. The sound had no clear direction and seemed to surround the area rather than come from a point. I called the store so he would call back and listen. When he did, he could not hear it through the phone. I became frightened because he said he would still be gone for a while. Eventually, the sound stopped. The main event happened days later. I was sent to bed early around 6 PM for making my brother cry. I fell asleep quickly because I was already tired. When I woke up I heard dishes, voices, and the TV, and assumed it was morning. I repeatedly checked my alarm clock but I was young and did not yet fully understand a.m. and p.m., and I struggled to interpret the numbers. Eventually, I realized it was about 9:30 PM and everyone was still awake eating dinner. The hallway light was visible under my bedroom door. I noticed it became partially blocked, then clear again, then blocked a second time as if something moved between the door and my bed. My brother was still in the living room. I could hear him and my father eating and watching TV. From the top bunk, I focused my eyes toward the edge of my bed. A figure was inches from my face. The hallway light reflected in two very large oval eyes. The head was smooth and tapered downward, shaped like an upside-down teardrop. The surface appeared uniform with no visible hair or facial features besides the eyes. It appeared to be examining me at a very close distance. I felt certain that if I yelled it would take me or make me disappear. I remained completely still and braced myself. I closed my eyes and experienced a clear scene that did not feel like imagination. I perceived a large interior space. A tall mantid-like being stood upright at a structure resembling a podium or helm integrated into the floor. It moved an arm over the surface while apparently addressing others not directly visible to me. There was no audible speech, but I understood it was communicating information or coordinating something. I opened my eyes and the being beside my bed was still present watching me. I was extremely afraid and unable to call out. I attempted for a long time to turn my head away and finally managed to. I mentally accepted whatever was about to happen and then everything went dark. I woke exhausted. The room appeared completely normal. Later I checked my brother and he had noticed nothing unusual. For years afterward, I slept completely covered with blankets and surrounded myself with stuffed animals because I felt exposed otherwise. I did not tell anyone until I was sixteen. Some people I later told reported unusual lights or strange dreams of their own. The part that stayed with me most was wondering how many times it may have happened while I was asleep.

ketika aku masih berusia 2-5 tahun,aku dan keluargaku masih tinggal di desa bersama dengan nenek dan kekek ku,pada suau malam ketika aku akan pergi ke kamar mandi(jarak kamar mandi dari kamar tidur lumayan jauh+ada lorong yang menghubungkan kedua ruangan ini) pada saat itu ada hal eneh terjadi. 1.aku tidak mengalami takut gelap 2.suara keras dari samping rumah yang mungkin berasal dari kandang sapi 3.ketika aku mengecek ke samping rumah lewat jendela aku menemukan sebuah mahluk menarik yang sedang mendobrak kandang,mahluk itu berwujud seperti anjing hitam besar yang memiliki proporsii kepala yang sangat besar,kepala tersebut terlihat hanya seperti kulit yang membungkus tulang,mahluk ini memiliki mata merah mennyala,beberapa saat setelah dia mencoba masuk kandang namun tidak berhasil akhrnya dia pergi dengan cara masuk kekegelapan hutan,saat dia menyentuh bayangan pohon seakan akan di menyatu dengan bayangan dan bergerak dengan cepat tampa suara, pada keesokan pagi aku bercerita hal ini ke teman temanku,lalu mereka menjawab kalau hal ini normal di desa ini,hal ini disebabkan karena ada semacam mahluk tak kasat mata dengan berbagai wujud yang berkeliaran di kebun,sawah,hutan,dan wilayah minim aktivitas manusia,lalu mereka bilang kalau mahluk ini memiliki berbagai kemampuan seperti merasuki,menghantui,menghalusinasi, lalu temanku bilang hal inilah yang jadi alasan kenapa dilarang berkeliaran saat malam datang,lalu pada malam hari aku dengan beberapa kasus dari kakekku(orang yang dikenal sangat mengenal mahluk tak kasat mata) kalau ada kasus kerasukan,sapi hilang,orang hilang,dan semacam masuk kedua lain karena ajakan mahluk mahluk ini,namun semua orang baik baik saja asalkan tidak mengganggu mereka

I was pulling an all nighter with my friend on call, we were talking about creepy experiences and I brought up the weirdest thing that happened to me I said "When I was in Fourth grade I was staying up all night and I looked out my window and saw a woman out there" I looked out my window for dramatic effect and a saw the same exact woman from when I was younger, white eyes, wet hair, can't see much because of dark, so I jumped to my bed and left my phone because the charger was too small, I was against another window and then I heard three taps, and the lady at my other window was gone, and I could swar I heard my name.

I was laying on a couch, trying to go to sleep, and I started hearing screaming. My house is pretty long and we have children, so I assumed it was a toddler being angry. The longer I listening, the more I realized it didnt sound like an child but a women or a girl. It got louder and at this point I was frozen. I was completely wake, I was pinching myself, reading the title of a book on a table across for me, but other than that, couldnt move from fear. It went on for like 10-20 minutes and eventually I was able to go investigate. But when I asked someone, they swore they heard nothing, not even a show. Ive also had two weird things have with my headphones. The first time it happened, I was trying to connect it to my phone, but it kept disconnecting and cutting off my music. When I put my headphones on, I could hear the sounds of fire and whispering and distant screams. I had my sister put on the headphones and she heard the same thing. I thought my headphones might connected to my computer and was playing some game audio but I didnt recognize it. And it was too early in the morning and nobody had used the computer in a good week. It happened again like a month later, later at night, while I was in my room. Same fire noises, weird whispering and distant screams. Fun :D.

So I used to see these stand things in the corner when it was dark. It was always dark empty corners tho. They would be black to blend in with the dark corner standing tall just watching me.... they gradually starting getting closer the closest they got was at the end of my bed, I always ignored them hiding under the sheets cause I was terrified, it was always when i was awake tho so it wasn't sleep paralysis.I had told my cousin abt it and she told my mom so my mom took me to therapy because my cousin had also seen those things at some point but went to therapy to stop seeing then it worked to I was token to see a theosophist I was never put in therapy but after that day i had only seen it once and then never again ill never know what it actually was but im glad it's gone and hope ill never see it again.

So this was a while ago when we moved from germany to here. I was maybe between 5-7 years old when my family was sitting on my bed in my bedroom when I noticed that something was moving underneath my bed. We didnt own any pets at that time as far as i can remember but it was still very strange. I‘m still not sure if it was just a hallucination or not but the thing that moved looked very similar to my plushie, although, it had no white spots at all like my plush.

You look around you when you are driving but Noone seems to be driving, two hours you dont seem to get any closer from these hills it's infinite this is the first time they noticed they are stuck the only way out is through the hills

You are relaxing watching the sun set, but suddenly you fall into a vast field of grass there is a stream of water you fallow it and you see it... the castle it's the only thing there the only option is the castle do you dare or be stuck here forever.

If you get the right time at the sun set it really comes to you to noclip into Normandy france but something feels off there is a giant castle surrounded by gaint mountains the only place to go is the empty castle

I sound crazy putting this here on a website full of weird shit that I don’t even know what’s really real reports, but I still want to.. just in case I’m not crazy. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been able to control the wind. I’m not making this up. The first time I noticed was in first grade, when I was mad at this one girl who was being rude to me. I just felt a weird feeling, almost like a shiver, coming from my feet to my head and then to my hands. I raised my hand and then a strong breeze blew a tree branch at her. I thought nothing of it. Coincidence probably. I started to realize that when I stuck my hands out in front, there would be no wind, almost as if it was coming from me. And another time, I wanted to freak out this one girl, so I willed the wind to rustle through the trees and I swear, I went out of my body and watched myself control it. (that’s probably the freakiest experience) As time went on, I just got stronger. I could make leaf tornadoes and then dust devils and then I remember feeling really terrible one day and then hearing on the news a minute later that a dangerous tornadoes had formed. This sounds so dumb and tbh I don’t even know what’s going on, but it’s just getting weirder. Now, I can will it to change direction (which is kinda cool when I want to fix my hair or something) and I’ve been working on changing its temperature. Does anyone else feel like they have weird powers? Is mine cool? Hey maybe I’ll become a superhero lmao But in all seriousness, I have no idea what’s going on and I don’t have any good explanation for why I have these “powers” or something. I’m going to use them for good for sure, I just wonder if anyone else has elemental kind of powers or something.

When I was like three or older, my mom used to work here. I would often be last in daycare on days she’d work late and stuff so being left alone on the playground outside was normal for me. It was Saint Patrick’s Day or maybe just the week of and I remember sitting on the tire swing, rocking back and forth when I saw something run by. I saw the grass rustling, like there was some critter running. So me, thinking it was a cute animal or something, naturally followed it. I couldn’t really see it well, but I chased it all the way around the place until it ran up a doorframe on the building. It was this little man, red hair and all, just like the leprechaun stories, but it was kinda creepy too with yellow sharp teeth and clothes made out of weird material. It hissed at me, barring its yellow fangs and ran up to the roof, leaving behind green footprints. I wanted to go after it more, but my mom walked through the door right then and when I tried to tell her she didn’t believe me. To be fair, I was a little kid and as a kid I was really rambunctious and always getting into trouble (undiagnosed ADHD until recently lol) and I was very imaginative too. Did I hallucinate this? Maybe. But sometimes, when I drive by Beaver Creek, I swear I still see the grass rustling in the same way it did when I was a little kid.

My mother and I have both been at this hotel for various work related reasons, and the only time I was there I got a horrible feeling like I was going insane, headache, couldn't think, feeling on the verge of tears, really on edge. I had no idea my mother felt the same every time she visited that place, which is fairly often due to her job, she described the same things. No idea why, haven't heard anything about it being haunted or the like. Also had a very weird experience right next to this place, at the Pisanova Centro Commerciale, our car locking us out in the parking lot.

Went grocery shopping with my mother, cashier made a remark that my mother didn't like and it made her mad. She commented that the cashier had been ridiculously petty when I asked her about it, anyhow, while it was quite a bland thing to say, I could feel she was really angered by it. Upon putting the groceries in the trunk of the car outside (in the parking lot), my mother had placed her purse in the backseat. When she closed the trunk, the door of the backseat swung shut all on its own. We weren't on a hill or anything. Before you think that the door closed due to the trunk being closed, here's the real weird thing: mom's car is recent and has all that silly tech that people love nowadays, so when the car key is inside the car, it can't lock. It's happened more than once to accidentally leave the key in the car and it wouldn't lock. This time it malfunctioned and locked. The following day the key gave no problem at all. Result: we were locked out of the car. I was still holding the eggs since mom was scared they'd break if put in the trunk with the rest of the groceries (thus I was, as usual, tasked with holding them for the ride back home). It was quite a funny image, her and I locked out of the car, my very emo self holding this carton of 4 eggs in my My Chemical Romance hoodie. But funny aspect aside, I'd literally felt the negativity sticking to us after the exchange with the cashier, and I'd been feeling my throat all closed up and all that. I get it, I'm an emo boi, all that, but it was a very strong feeling, really really horrible. Since being locked out of the car it started to dissipate. Before you think I was just scared of arguing with my mother or anything, no, we get along great, we're very close and I love her dearly. I told my mother that I thought the car had locked because she'd attracted the negativity with her anger, we discussed this, she was a little reluctant then ended up agreeing with me later. We also called my father to come bring us the spare car key from home. He showed up a half hour later, and in this time period I noticed that the flashy thing signaling the pharmacy in front of us had the wrong date, it was saying MONDAY APRIL 8TH 2000, 10:15 AM. I got very weirded out by it, and my mother and I looked up to see if April 8th 2000 was actually a monday, because I got the feeling it wasn't, and I was right: it was a saturday. Check for yourself if you don't believe me. More so, we were right next to the AC Hotel, which my mother and I agree is a cursed place. I was there once and I got a horrible headache and a sensation of going insane, really strong, like I couldn't think and I felt horrible. My mother's been there numerous times for work reasons, and she says she felt the same every time she was there. We didn't influence each other, I had no idea she got those reactions to that hotel and she didn't know I got the same thing, we discovered it in that parking lot. I think through her anger she somehow got the attention of something evil, that locked us out. Nothing major, but spooky as hell. Her vape was also dead, she'd been smoking in the parking lot and it just died out of nowhere. It wasn't old, broken or anything. So here's the experience. I wonder what Monday April 8th 2000 means?

I was on my phone waiting in the living room at 3 am for my cousin to come after the dog fell asleep(the dog won't sleep unless someone else is awake before it fell asleep). Then I saw a little girl around the age of 6 wearing a light pink dress with bows run from the kitchen to my grandmother's room (you could see the corridor from the living room and the entrance to everyone's room). The only people in the house were me, my mom,aunt, the dog, grandmother and my two cousins no one was around that age

This isn't fully my story, nor is it very recent- I'm retelling this through my eyes and memory. I only recently found out about this website, and there aren't many stories from my area. However, I figured I'd tell a story. Around last year, I was hanging out with my friend (anonymously calling her Vi). It was early morning, we were attending an event our younger sisters were at- she looked a bit shaken. I asked her what was up, she described hearing a loud dragging noise last night- like a heavy sack or bag being dragged on rough ground. It was very icy outside, with a bit of snow. She said she'd looked at it in the morning, and there were only large cat prints in the snow. Yes, there are bobcats and mountain lions in our area- but it was too close to her house. I went to her house for a sleepover a few days later. We've always had a history of staying up, so naturally we were up late watching a movie. There was a scraping sound outside, and she paused the movie and froze up. It was sickening, I don't think I'll ever get it out of my head. It paused right outside the window, I swear there was heavy, ragged breathing at the glass. Then it just went back to its activities, and eventually left. Again, large cat prints in the fresh snow. I still don't know what it was, never found a matching story. They're back this year. Only in winter. After the first snow.

This whole experience started out as what would be a fairly normal dream for me, one of my friends had gotten mixed up in the woods and I had to go after him to guide him back home. As I walked through these woods, they started getting denser and denser each step I took, until it was more like I was wandering through an uninhabited forest then a wooded path. Eventually I realized that I myself was lost, and decided to simply walk north until I could figure out what was going on. I reached a large boulder with a bridge connecting it to the tip of a mountain, and carefully climbed across. Once I was on top of this mountain I looked down to see the most beautiful thing I think I've ever witnessed, a valley between two mountains with a river made entirely out of flowers. My breath was completely taken away, and I simply sat, looking down in awe, without being able to do anything but observe, until I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked up to see a girl who looked about my age, with Auburn hair, boxy glasses, freckles, and kind expression on her face. She didn't tell me her name, but she did say she was from Wisconsin, and she knew why she was here at the river of Flowers, and she had come to peace with it. I talked with this girl for only about 5 minutes, but somehow I knew so much about her and felt I could understand her life and her struggles. Without going into great detail, I myself have struggled immensely with mental health, feeling outcasted in my family, and thoughts of self-harm or suicide. I could tell when talking to this girl that she understood me and had experienced what I had too. All the information she told me is a little fuzzy now, but I remember her mentioning being from 2010, and saying something about really wanting to come "here", wherever here was. Eventually I got up, knowing I needed to head back where I'd come from so my family wouldn't be worried, and I offered to take this girl with me, as she had told me she wanted to explore more of the wood. She agreed, and we started to head back across the bridge between the boulder and the mountain, and to what was left of the path I was on. The minute I stepped down from the boulder to offer her a hand and help her down, however, she disappeared before my eyes, and something in me told me she could never leave the mountain, that that was where she had to stay. I managed to find my way back home, but when I ended up there, no one could see me. I frantically waved my hands in front of everyone's faces, tried to speak to people, etc, but nothing worked. I was invisible, gone. I woke up frantically, confused about what all of that dream could mean, and decided a simple Google search about it could maybe bring to light whatever my mind was trying to communicate. I tried to describe the river of flowers, I tried to describe the woods I was in, I tried to describe the sensation of being invisible, but nothing came up that even resembled what my dream was like. It wasn't until I looked up a description of the girl I had met, and typed in some of the things I remembered her telling me, that I found an image. Tears started streaming down my face in shock as I looked down at my phone to see an exact picture of the girl I had met in my dream, someone I had never seen before, but there was no denying it was her. This started a rabbit trail for me, and I found out this girl's name was Mackenzie Rae Marken, and that she had gone missing from Wisconsin in 2010, about a week before I had had the dream. She had struggled with self-harm, she felt outcasted in her small town, and she desperately wanted to move to Chicago, the city that I live in. As I read more and more, I was finding more and more connections between who she was and who I am, and every time I would say her name aloud to an empty room, I could feel in my soul that somehow she was there. One of my chosen names is Ray, her middle name was Rae, I was born in 2010, we both have sh marks on our arms, she was 15 when she went missing, my age when I had the dream, she had two little siblings, like me, and many other connections that I cannot write off as coincidence. I am not an immensely spiritual person, but something in me knows, that sadly, I do not believe this girl is alive, and whatever that river of flowers is, is where she is now, at peace.

It was when I was in second grade, we were heading to parent teacher conferences, my fav! Let me give you a layout of my school street, a long street, houses alover to the left, a school sidewalk and a sign to go slow, then a bit up are the front entrance, then up is they parking spots and the little kids playground. A small blue and red set of monkey bars and a small slide, then a playground set that's orange and black. To the far back of the school is a forest and a graveyard. Ok anyways, we were on the way to parent teachers conferences,but I felt somthing........... It was like, my stomach. My heart. My insides ekt like they sunk deep. I felt them sink. I was confused but I now realize, it was the first time I felt genuine fear. Not spider fear. Life or death fear. My eyes widened, what was happening, soon we were at the parking spots, I clutched my bff necklace for comfort, then put my hand on my chest to feel my heart bouncing like a rubber ball. I got out with my coat on,then the air shifted, s subtle night to wind. No trees were blowing tho, just me, I turned around stepping above the curve, I felt somthing look at me, try chill in my spine, my sunken heart,then somthing caught my eye asi looked around adjusting to the darkness of a late 6pm December night. It was---somthing. Not somone, she, or it, was sitting on the tall orange slide, it's deep black eyes Piercing as its head turned slowly from it being backwards, looked at me, it's mouth opened and it's frail dry lips, it's mouth, and eyes where hollow, she was pale, translucent pale, long black hair showing the corners of the eyes and a bit of her mouth, a long white bloodstained dress with fresh blood still dripping of the end. It was no human , it tilted its head, my heart raced it was bouncing, then running, then basically falling out of my chest, my eyes wide , my breath paced then. It stopped, I couldn't breath. I couldn't breath. I couldent breath. I couldent breath. I thought I was going to die, my vision grew bad and I saw things stuffy and greyish, then a glowing red light from the things eye looked at me, then I felt it. It felt like somthing shot my head, then pulled my skin apart and drank the blood from me. I heard my little 4 year old brother get out of the car. I couldn't let him. I got the stregnth after toppling over to move, grab his hand and ask if he saw it. He nodded, I saw a tear go down his face, but my vision only got worse, I squeezesd his hand more, I heard a high pitch sqreech, then I was back to normal my parents got out of the car, I hugged my brother and I squeezed my mom's hand until we were in the school. I still remember that face. S face of a devil. S face of a ghost. A face of fear. A face of my... my fear, my almost death. I can't forget about it. I'm already half crazy from it.

Ive walked around this park hundreds of times but now ill never walk around here again at night, sometimes ill hear whispers in my ear there telling me to do crazy things, and ill see things out of the corner of my eye. Its terrifying and its skin is something unholy with eyes that make hair raise on the back of my neck. Sometimes it and the whispers have been following me home at night, a few years back it was watching me sleep through the window. I dont know if this thing is tied to me or if its just trying to harm me but I cant help but hear screams from down below when ever its near. I think its something from hell and I swear ive seen ghosts that beg me for help, they all have differnt colors though. Be careful

The sky was dark outside. If I had to guess I’d say it was 2-3am. I felt cold - ice cold. I looked left into the bathroom mirror and saw in my peripheral vision a white shape. It was human, I know. It was short like a child with a white sphere head and a slender body. I thought it was fake, a trick of the light and my tired mind for waking up so early, so I returned to bed and slept. About a week later, I was walking home. Then, I can’t explain how but I just knew I was being followed. I turned and again a white human shape in my peripheral- quickly disappearing. This continued for weeks: each time slightly closer. Before it finally stopped. I don’t know why but it has disappeared. It has stopped.

The Legend: Local folklore speaks of a "Skinny Kid" who haunts the grounds of what is now Evergreen Park. Before it was a park, this land was the site of the Huntington County Infirmary (the "Poor Farm" or "Evergreen Manor"), where the county’s destitute and unwanted were sent to live. According to the legend, and what I heard growing up, a young boy—likely an orphan or a ward of the state—was subjected to brutal abuse by the staff. The story goes that as punishment, they locked him in a cage outside during the dead of winter. He was left exposed to the elements and froze to death, alone in the cold. The Haunting: Locals say you can still see his ghost near an old bridge close to the site. He isn’t described as a menacing spirit, but a tragic one. He is often seen moving across the bridge, as if he is still trying to escape the Manor or finally find his way home. Historical Context: The "Evergreen Manor" buildings were demolished in the 1990s, but the site still holds a pauper’s cemetery with many unmarked graves of former residents. The "Skinny Kid" is believed by locals to be a spectral memory of the neglect and suffering that occurred at the Poor Farm. Experience: I saw the Skinny Kid, almost translucent while driving over the old bridge to east of Evergreen Manor. It was brief, but he was there. Standing on the side of the bridge, almost to the edge where he would have dropped into the water. He was there, kind of illuminated, but not casting light on nearby objects. Hard to describe. I always heard the stories growing up in Huntington. Seemed silly at the time, but a good spooky story. As a teen we would go out there before they tore it down. Definitely some weird energy. It was definitely a story in the 90s. when I was a teen, but I still, from time to time, hear about him from the younger generation. The details change, but the core remains. People still drive out there. But the legend seems to have diminished somewhat. But a few years ago, a kid going to Huntington North, swears he saw something similar, where the old bridge use to be, with his girlfriend. Take it how you will.

Trinidad is an old mining town on the santa fe trail with a lot of old buildings, so i have no doubts that it's haunted. It also happens to be my hometown. I won't share the exact address this happened at for respect to the new owners of the house, but I've dropped the pin in the same neighborhood. I need to establish some context for this story. The years between 2020 and 2025(current) were tumultuous and stressful, my life was completely uprooted twice, and there was a period of time when the house (built in the 1940s, it felt like a fortress to me when i was younger) sat uninhabited for a few months. My family had to go into hiding after some drama with a domestic abuser, and there was a considerable amount of negativity around. We had to return to the house a few times during this period and one such trip was to install better security cameras after a neighbor told us she'd seen flashlights moving around in the yard. This new system required wifi to be able to be checked remotely, and a friend of ours had been trying to set some up for a week before we gave up and called a technician. Not ten minutes before the technician arrived, our dog caught and killed a skunk, so the first hour of his visit we spent working outside washing the dog while he set up a dish. After that, we got back on running wires for the camera, one of which required drilling through a foot of concrete and brick into the basement crawlspace, and as the smallest person in my family, i was elected for climbing up there. The basement is a hallway with stairs coming down one way with no outer railing, then on the opposite end there are a few closets. The crawlspace access is in one of these closets, a tiny cabinet door set five feet off the ground. The inside is about three and a half feet tall, maybe four at the deepest end. The ground is a slope of dirt and rock. It's only the size of the room above, but when we opened it we found some old cloth and a vintage toy doll stroller, old enough to have been made with sharp metal pieces. I had to use a stepladder and my sister helped me into the hole, and we were using our cellphones to communicate from either side of the wall, as my sister ran tools between us. While on the call, i was waiting for my sister to bring the drill to my side and i heard a staticky child's voice that didn't belong to either of my family members. It said "I'm alone down here, are you?" I was shocked and more than a little scared, so i didn't say anything about it, and when it was time for my sister to come downstairs and help me out of the crawlspace, i angled myself with my back to a corner of the crawlspace where i could see the other three corners and out into the hall, towards the stairs. I stared at a fixed spot on the floor and watched for my sister coming around the bend in my peripheral vision, and i looked up and out into the hallway because i saw something tall and dark come around that corner, but it was gone when i looked up, and my sister came around the corner ten seconds after. I didn't say anything until i was out of the hole, and thirty minutes later the wifi technician asked if our house was haunted. He'd apparently tried three different radios in his car, and all of them worked fine until he brought them inside the building. He offered to sage our house as well. This was not my only experience in this house. Years before, when i was a child, I'd had a friend over and we were playing with legos in my room after midnight. We were being quiet so to not wake the rest of my family, but we both froze when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I remember meeting her eyes as the footsteps crossed the hall and stopped outside my door, but when we both got up to check there was nobody there. More recently we saged the house, and my grandmother set out salt lamps in the hopes that they'd help. One night before the house sold, we had to spend the night there and I'd been hearing footsteps out in the hall while we'd been playing a card game. It had been bad enough that i got up and closed the bedroom door, and right before bed i moved one of the salt lamps right outside the door. It was five minutes before it went out. I was watching the line of light under the crack in the door when it happened, and i was so spooked that i didn't get up to check it until the morning. When i did check it, i pulled the wiring out of the bottom of the lamp and it came right on, and i touched the bulb out of curiosity and the glass was so hot it burnt my finger immediately, as if it'd been on all night. The light also came on like nothing had happened, and i checked it for loose wires, of which i found none. I don't think the ghost in the basement is a child, based on the voice and the tall figure i saw on the stairs. I think whatever it is, it's pretending to be one, and I'm glad that i do not live there anymore.

This has happened over and over, I came to ignore it thinking nothing of it, But I started to think more of it and the strange often events. I thought maybe my family was just joking around with me, till my friends did the same thing. So, there was so many shows/movies i've watched before with my friends and family, but they don't remember some of the shows. And some of these I remember to the last detail, like 100% I have seen these. One time I googled one, it was just made that year which would be impossible I watched it as a kid. Then another time I talked to my family like a week ago before this about a show they didn't remember, and when I came out to the living room they were watching it?? The craziest part is they said it was a new show! Like it just came out! I am confused why's everything I watched as a kid now just coming out? How'd I watch them before it happened? And was something else the cause of it?

This has been happening to me for a while now. Some time ago, I was sleeping and dreamed that my mom needed my house keys. I woke up, went to talk to her, and a little while later, she actually asked me if she could borrow my keys. Months later, I was doing Sudoku and counting the numbers out loud when an ad came on TV saying the exact same numbers at the exact same time. But then nothing similar happened again... until now. It's happened three times in the last few days. I had gone to the bathroom and thought, 'My Dad is going to ask if anyone needs the bathroom, and I'm going to reply, "I'm already in the bathroom."' I didn't think much of it... until it happened word for word. A few days later, I was in Art class working on my project and thought, 'Someone's going to get up, come over to me, and ask if everything's okay,' and suddenly, it just happened: a classmate from the back of the room got up, came over to my side, and asked my colleagues next to me if everything was okay. Cool and creepy. And finally, maybe it's a coincidence, but I was lying in bed with my eyes closed but awake and I thought of the name 'Richard,' and I thought, 'That's not a very common name, I guess.' Then I woke up, turned on the TV, and a show about a man with the surname 'Richards' was on. I don't know what's going on.

Back in high school, I was given the opportunity to go on a three day hiking trip with a bunch of classmates. On the first night of the trip, it was cold and wet, around zero degrees Celsius. The moon was almost full so the valley we made camp in was fairly bright. Everyone was asleep and I woke up to go bathroom. After I was done, my attention was fully set on the ridge across the river. For reference, we were the only group on the nearly fifteen kilometer trail, the particular part of the ridge had no trails leading to the area, and was very dense with foliage. There I could see a tall figure, almost half as tall as the surrounding trees, with a abnormally skinny frame and a clumsy yet silent gait. It walked along the ridgeline where it were to stop and look at me, then walk deeper into the forest where I lost sight of it. After that night, the following two days went by without, at least I did not see it, anyone seeing or even knowing about it. But, the morning of the final day, I remember seeing large branches, over three meters long, broken yet they were fine the day before, no storm not even a breeze occurred the two nights there. Or fallen trees moved in ways that we could not have. But no one seemed to notice these changes, or ever claimed to saw the same thing I saw.

alright so when i was a little child i was sitting in the doorway of my room playing lego or some shit i think anyway from the other room adjacent to mine in the hallway i could see my dads shadow coming from inside the room. it had this weird colourful static to it tho, kinda like when a motherboard fries on a laptop. it was calling to me in my dads voice, i don't remember specifically what is was saying but i think it wanted me to go to it. After that i don't remember what happened. I guess i probably ignored it because i'm still alive/mentally stable-ish and later my brother and my mum mentioned having similair experiences with talking shadow figures. My brother almost the exact same as mine and my mum seeing a weird shadowy child so ye. (also, my dad was definitely at work during all of the encounters.) anyway thats it for me :3

so i have three dogs.and one time i was on my couch and my dogs started to go nuts and were barking at my window,nohing was there.but then,i saw a dark shadow sprint across the street.i was freaked out but as soon as that was over my tinyest dog isabell,litterly stared into my soul for like 10 seconds but then she looked away but i was freaked out so i just locked me and my dogs in my room for the rest of the night.

I was in 1st grade and was in a summer camp. We were all wearing yellow t shirts and were playing by the lake, then the camp counselor called us to go. But I saw this girl who looked like 12 wearing a long, lacy, Victorian dress and blood red vintage curls. I talked with her at this creek for a while, she told me her name was Rose and told me some insightful shit (dont remember). Then my camp counselor yelled at me to not be at the creek alone. I yelled back that I was with Rose but he just yelled “no one’s with you”

I found this walking around and it looked cool

I was hanging out with some friends, when suddenly, I looked to one of them and there are silver tears pouring down their face. They’re silvery like how pavement is when it’s really hot. The tears travel really fast down their face in two neat lines. I’m known to see things, but never as clear as that. Kinda shook me for a second.

A 8 foot tall woman with long black hair and pale skin

It was a few weeks since I went to this camp, it was at a college mainly for the arts trying to get people around the same age to gain friends in their art/talent. I was one of the youngest here, only two other people were my age. This made me feel out of place, though strangely after this camp this night was odd. It was late at night and the sun had already set, I was taking a shower but I heard a scream... I ignored it just thinking it was my brother. When I got out though he was already asleep, I just brushed it off thinking it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Then I got to my room preparing to go to bed, a knock on my window. I ignored it once again, then it sounded as if something was thrown at the glass. Immediately I moved the curtain looking out the window, nothing was there. I ignored it again saying it must be my mind or I had to just be tired. But then I went to sleep, this dream is something I think about ever since it happened. I was back at that camp, though so were others and some who weren't there. People from my past who couldn't have been there, but it felt as if they were real. Their words, their actions, everything was them. Till a knock, similar to the one on the window that night and everyone turned to me with these crazed smiles. Then came the scream, loud high pitched and I covered my ears eyes shut trying to block the noise. I opened my eyes again, it was chaos, running, screaming, weapons, till a shot rang out and I turned to see who it was. His face and the weapon in his hand clear in my mind, a image I cannot forget. And suddenly I woke up, my breath racing as if I was actually injured. Looking around the room was dark, a loud bang of what I assumed to be the power came from outside. I turned to my lamp trying to turn it on, nothing, I grabbed my phone in hopes of something, it read 9: 00 am exactly. I set my phone down confused, it couldn't be that time the sun would've already been up. I rubbed my eyes in hopes it'd change as I looked outside, no only the sight of a figure in the distance, then the figure made a ringing deafening sound as I looked at it. I passed out, waking up at 9: 01 am, looking outside, the figure wasn't there, the sun was up, but the knock came again before I got up trying to ignore what just happened.

I used to run a dnd campaign with my friends so on that day it was a Saturday. We were hanging out playing dnd and eating snacks and I decide to look out the window and across the street there was a cat that was orange that had I think seven legs.

So I was in bed trying to sleep right? Well I go to sleep (finally) and I wake up in my room, there’s a woman in the corner, blood all over her face and hands, I screamed but nothing came out, she then said: “(name) needs you, please help her…” so I jolted awake in a cold sweat, I called (name I won’t dox her) and she was in the middle of a sewer slide attempt, would’ve died if I hadn’t called her, by far one of my craziest experiences.

I was on my way to school, my brother checked the hour next to the gas station and it was 7:01 so I rushed because the door closes at 7:10 and we were still relatively far. When I got to the door I was surprised to see it open and checked the hour, it was 6:56 and the class hadn't even started. After I got out of school we checked our phone's clock to see if it was changed but we had the same time with some seconds of difference, plus my friend said she got to school at 7:05 and I was already in the classroom.

i can’t remember where we stayed, somewhere in the french quarter. drove all the way from north texas for a concert. stayed in a hotel. the first night we stayed there i had a dream. i dreamt i was in my garage. my dad and my brother were both there. in this white barrel (one we actually had at our house and still own) there was a black sludge. the sludge seeped out of it, it was stuck and gooey. with a gunshot, a woman crawling on all fours shot out of the barrel. she was in a white nightgown and had flowing black hair coated in the same black sludge. i woke up and told my mom about the dream, my dad asleep on the far side of the room from us (he had gone to sleep earlier, sleeping separately so nobody woke anyone up.) later in the evening i told my dad about it. he told me he had dreamt of the same woman, though he refused to give any details of the dream…

i was in my bedroom, doing laundry. my basket of clothes was on my bed and i was folding clothes. my bedroom door normally stays closed but i was cleaning that day and moving in an out often so it was open, i was standing at an angle, slightly facing my bed and slightly facing the door, which otherwise would have been out of view. i can see the door in my peripheral. i go to pick up another item i was folding, as i go to stand up (at the time my bed was low to the ground, i was replacing my bed frame so my bed was simply a mattress on the floor, so i had to bend down to reach the basket) i see a figure in my doorway. my heart rate spiked and i knew it wasn’t just the trick of the light, it was a dark figure that had disappeared. i went about my laundry as normal, nothing else had happened. i’ve got a feeling this figure was my grandpa. my mom had said before my grandpa was the type to do that… to haunt me. he died before i was born but were oddly similar. once before this encounter i heard a thump against my window. it was night time, i’m on the second floor and it couldn’t have been a bird. the blinds were closed. i don’t know what made the noise.

for many days in a row i kept having dreams of odd places. i’m not much for dreams in the first place but it’s weird i had multiple in a row. i hadn’t changed anything. not on medication nor was i changing my sleep schedule. i had dreams of being with multiple people, nobody i remember, in either dark places at night or abandoned places. always there was the threat in the back of my mind of something. an entity or some other force i was supposed to be afraid of. each dream was a different place, each dream i was with someone. one dream i remember vividly. an attic, basement sort of thing. i went downwards to get to it but it was an attic. that dream i’ve had twice, once way before this which i do not remember the date of, and recently in this strand of dreams each day.

I was working a late-night shift at a school one night. And see, this school is basically neighbors with a church (5 min away). But I was walking around where the middle schoolers usually go. And there are windows, and one is a window that faces the other side of a wall with another window. And then some technical stuff. But I'm looking around, cleaning up messes, when I hear my name being called-- in the owner of the school's voice. But that's weird. He's not here at these hours. But I call back his name either way. But I get no answer. After a couple moments, I'm putting some papers away, and I see someone in the window. I look back and see this older man, covered in black, just staring at me. But after a moment he walks away and leaves. I thought that was the owner, but he didn't look like that. And I walk towards the window and look outside (it was open) and see no one. And it's strange because it was the middle of fall, crunchy leaves everywhere. it's concrete for the walk up to the window- and it's a rather long walk too. So now I don't want to go in there alone.

We were outside on a fairly cloudless day for after-lunch recess. Me and my friends were playing tag when, out of nowhere, the daylight turned to night. Everyone, including the adults that watched over us, were totally dumbfounded by what was happening. Kids were freaking out and honestly, I thought it was the end of the world. It was so creepy, that they actually ended recess early to bring us inside. I remember one of the girls taking cover under a desk for some reason, but I think she was just so freaked out and confused. There might be a pretty straightforward explanation to this. In order for the day to go dark, something needs to block the sun. At the time, the first thing I did was look up at the sky to see where the sun went. What I saw was a dark, circular cloud hovering directly above the school. Kind of like in the movie Independence Day, but it didn't look like an alien spaceship. It looked like a very dark cloud. What always stumped me about that was this not being a thunder cloud. There was no rain or lightning at all. Not even a sprinkle. It was like a giant umbrella showed up out of nowhere and blocked the sun for a bit. And it wasn't just typical shade, as it literally felt like dusk came early that day. To this day, I have yet to come up with a rational explanation.

So for some context my grandfather had passes away a year before this happened but back to when it happened my grandfather had recently passed away but I was about 6 when this happened so younger me didn’t understand the concept of death so of course I didn’t cry but one night I woke up my bedroom has a door and next to the door is my bed and across my room is my closet is I woke up in the middle of the night and looked around my room and my eyes landed on my closet one side of my closet door was open and the other was closed the side that was open was closet to me so when I looked over I saw my dead grandfather standing there he had this glowing white outline with almost a starry look around him when I blinked he was gone but I never got to say goodbye to him when he died so I think he was saying goodbye for the last time since I never got to and while writing this I feel like I’m going to cry

A bobcat Centuries old More like a panther in form Wings of bat, horns of goat, claws of iron The fae despise, the wicked loathe Protector of the forest, known and unknown A family It is tied to, eight generations here Followed from farm to neighborhood, It holds us close All it asks Is that you, stranger, leave no trace Unless permitted By those it gives grace Ask the amber eyed panther, she walks on two paws She will tell you the story And through her claws you will see And you shall learn The moon twined bobcat panther Its story may burn bright throughout The mind of Its human dear Its always echoing call throughout The forest in which she lives near

A few years ago before I had moved house, I had this really weird dream. It's kinda hard to describe but I was in a Forest with a shed Infront of me, and behind that shed was a big mansion (like the woodland mansions you get in Minecraft, sort of) and I remember that I went into this shed and there were these small wooden dolls of some of my family members, I remember one of my granny, my mum, my grandpa and my brother. They were in a crate that was shallow and wide like a plater. Beside the crate with the dolls was an old style dial phone, it was a cream white. I picked up one of two of the dolls and examined them, suddenly the phone rang so I picked it up. It was my brother but in my mum's voice, "granny's died -my name-!" He said. I started to cry and before I know it I wake up. I think before that bit there might have been a bit in a labyrinth or something and I can't remember what the conversation was after my brother told me my granny died.(don't worry, she didn't actually die. She's still alive and fairly healthy) Anyways now we time skip till a month or two into this year (2025, the year I'm writing this in) and me and my brother are sharing a room at my dad's girlfriend's house and we talk about until I bring up the dream I had when we were younger. Guess what he said? He had had the exact same dream that very night! Anyways, thanks for reading my dream. Have a good day/night! :3

Me and my family were watching Bluey episodes, and I saw a new one that I haven't watched. I said, "Hey, can we watch that one?" And they all said that I wanted to watch that one over and over again, but I don't remember that. We argued for 20 minutes, then I finally got them to let me watch it. Later, all of them said that in the past, I wanted to watch it over and over again.

I always enjoy a good walk or hike, and enjoy exploring places I haven't been before. Just down the road of my old home, there are a pair of fields with an access path separating them that leads down to a section of woods on the edge of Paint Creek Park. I was walking along the outside of this small section of woods when I saw an entrance into the woods. But the reason I saw it was because as I was walking along, I FELT something to my left and subconsciously turned to look. Despite feeling weird, I stepped into the woods thinking I might find some mushrooms. As soon as I stepped in, it was quiet and I felt on edge. There was a weird bit of a trunk that had grown around fencing, and close by, a hunter's seat up in a tree that had been clearly abandoned for a long time. I moved past with caution and promised I would take a quick look and leave. I got not ten steps further in when I heard a voice behind me. "Hello-ooh!" The sing-song voice of a woman called from what sounded like it had come softly from the edge of the woods near where I had entered. "I can see you!" I froze in place for a moment. Did it come from across the field where the other house was? It would sound further away, and there was another section of woods which would have muffled it. The words of my Grandmothers echoed in my head: "If you hear a voice call to you in the woods, no you didn't!" I took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out. I didn't go back for over a year, and when I did go back, it felt just as weird. I didn't linger long, and I don't really want to go back.

I have also had incidences in Akron and into Kent where upon passing street lights, they would go out on me, or if they were already out, would turn back on. I also would cause static on radios so much so that they would eventually change to the next station completely. I even demonstrated this to my husband, to which he replied: "Hon, you're so creepy!"

Ok so i don't remember the beginning of the dream but you know how its bad if you see time in your dream? well i did and i was walking down this hallway at my old elementary school (the hallway on the left) and i looked down and was holding a chromebook/computer and i looked into the corner were the time is and it was 2:30 and then i looked up and there was this human , or human like thing in front of me and then i woke up, and then later, i had a dream were i looked at my alarm clock and it was 10:00, soooo I'm a bit freaked you know