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

So, of course I am back in this town, been here for half an year and already had multiple encounters. The first event happened in the first week back, one of my brothers and I saw a figure shaped like a man but as tall as a street lamp within the fog in one cold snowy evening. He saw it first and pointed out to me, I just told him to speed up his steps, that we needed to get to our father's immediately. Whatever it was had it's head turned to us, it's eyes growing like a street lamp. Half of me thinks that what it wanted us to think it was. The second event happened in April while I was at my job, I was on lunch break and was taking it outside. At the end of my break, as I got up to go back again, a woman's scream echoed through the parking lot. At first, I thought it was one of my coworkers. As I searched the parking lot, there was another scream. I quickly did a headcount and asked around but no one else heard anything and everything was accounted. The town is somewhat known as a college town so I quickly brushed it off as some college students playing a joke. In the weeks following, no one said anything about screams so I wrote it off and continued on. The third event was in May, while on my way home from work, an owl swooped in front of me and just stopped a few feet away from the road, which seem unusual to me. The next night, a dead cat laid right where the owl stopped me the night before. I took that as a sign and quickly did a cleanse when I got home. The fourth event was in late July, after a week in Texas, I had suddenly decided to develop sleepwalking the night I came back. I have no history of sleepwalking, and none of my family has sleepwalking to my knowledge. The fifth event was in August, I had just gotten home from work when I heard whistling, it sounded afar but unusual. Something seem off. Then the moment I closed the door, a dog tried to come through the living room window. It turned out to be three or four, one of my brother and I chased them off but not before they killed one of the neighborhood cats. In the following days, a number of dead cats in the neighborhood jumped. For a pack of dogs, this is expected but to have their dead bodies stacked outside my door was unusual. Specifically since there was no bite marks or injuries to these cats. The sixth event also took place in August, later in the month. I had woke to one of the cats meowing, and after every meow, something spoke back to her. It spoke in a language I did not recognize and in the tone of a woman. They went back and forth until I finally rose from my bed and told my cat to quit. I haven't heard it since, but my cats had developed a need to escape through the front door every chance they can get. And lastly, the seventh event. Something has been off the entire day, it felt as if something was going to happened but never did. That was until I got into bed, listening to music as I sorted through photos. I have the flashlight on my phone on for some reason, don't really know why, when suddenly I see the light bounced off a set of eyes from across the room. It was high up, six feet or so. As I casted the light in that general direction, it disappeared but sitting on the table below where I saw it was one of the cats. I know for a fact that what I just saw wasn't my cat, even if she stood on her back legs she is too slow to reach the same height that I saw it. Needly to say, I burned some sage and said a prayer for protection in my home. Whatever this is needs to end, it is getting out of hand but has finally got my full attention.

On July 19th, I went to visit the Roman theatre of Lisbon. It was incredible to also visit the part of the museum that had the capitals I had studied; seeing them in person is amazing after having studied them, it's like you understand how important they are. After we finished at the museum, we were leaving and my mom noticed that you could enter the Church of São Domingos. I went to join my dad who was sitting on one of the benches inside the church. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something on the altar. I didn't keep looking, but I saw it there must have been something there. I started to get that feeling between my eyes, at the top of my nose, the same feeling I always get when I see something. The rest of the day was normal. Later on, I had a dream about something I can't remember. But I do know the word Diem appeared, and with my eyes still closed, I wondered, "What could that mean?" Out of nowhere, my brain wouldn't stop repeating the phrase "Carpi Diem." I thought it was German and that "Carpi" was the Pokémon. When I woke up, I decided to ask an artificial intelligence what the phrase meant. My question was, "Does "Diem" mean anything in any language?" The answer was, "Yes, Diem means "day" in Latin. It's a very well-known word, especially from the expression "CARPE DIEM," which translates to "seize the day" or "enjoy the day." I HAD NEVER HEARD THIS BEFORE!!!! For the rest of the day, I was left with that incredible feeling of the supernatural, a sort of lightness.

I keep having these dreams of my dog being a skinwalker. One was short when I was walking out on my porch with my sister and our dog and another dog which looked exactly like our dog was both bouncing on their hindlegs and my sister screamed: Skinwalker! and it attacked. In my second dream it was a skinwalker dog and nobody believed me. I also had another thing that happened to make me believe it. It was night at my house and I was brushing my teeth. My parents and sister was in her room and only the bathroom light was on. Then I heard the cupboards of my kitchen opening and closing when nobody was there. Except my dog.

My dad's uncle had just died and he was like 2 or 3 and he said he remembers a cigar floating in the air. His uncle used to smoke cigars.

I have a friend who all the time says she sees things in her house. Her grandpa died in that house and she has a really dark basement with a bunch of old dolls in a hole in a wall kinda like a shaft. Well we saw things sometimes too. Now we teased each other about it and I was a bit more outgoing than the rest so I decided to take my computer and start playing daisy bell. At this time I had the most looming feeling of dread come over me and flickers of black came to the side of my vision, and I ran out of the room with my other friends. Well we had to come back down for my computer so I came back down. My spotify was on mixed but the crazy thing is. It was playing another instrumental spooky song, 'the merry go round of life.' Out of all 300 songs it chose that one. It might be spirits or something else. Or im just crazy. Who knows.

Knock on the door So i was in my bedroom with my little sister and the time was about before our alarm to go to school, so i was stirring about to get up, that's when I heard a rapid knock on our door. I assumed our dad was waking us up, which was a bit weird usually he went in our room to wake us up, but anyways I got out of bed told my sister to wake up and started getting dressed. When I was dressed I opened the door to go out. All the lights were off. And my parents were still asleep. #2 Voices It was night, my parents were staying up late and I was reading at this time. I was about 7. Well as I said I was reading then I heard a voice say: "Mom," Confused I looked at Lauren under my bunk bed, she was sound asleep. Then my mom came into the room and asked if I needed her. I shook my head. We had both heard it. By the way our house has a photo of a friend's dead grandpa as a baby, its a family joke to say it was 'Grandpa baby.' But there is a possibility, it was this time 'grandpa baby?'

perdoe-me se eu errar alguma palavra tudo começou quando eu tive um sonho com minha avó. Sonhei que estava no velório dela mas estava só eu. ( era um pesadelo, e um trauma sendo revivido, mas nesse trauma tinha pessoas ) quando percebi que estava sozinho, fiquei triste por relembrar algo que não queria nunca mais lembrar. após isso fui ate o caixão e vi que estava fechado quando eu cheguei mas perto, algo começou socar de dentro, cair no chão de medo, mais eu ia me afastando, mais quanto ia me afastando as abatidas começaram a ficar intensas. E com isso acordei, porque faltou energia so na minha casa mas nem liguei. Mas com isso, rapidamente foi chegando a tarde, e a minha família saiu pra fazer compras para fazer a noite do sushi, e com isso fiquei só em casa, mas do nada o meu celular desligou. Eu achava que por conta que a minha casa estava sem energia e com tudo isso não coloquei meu celular para carregar. Então fui ate a casa da minha avó, por que era bem do lado da minha casa, e era o lugar mais perto, chegando lá fui até a porta para abri-la e, quando tentei abri-la não dava por que estava trancada( detalhe, a porta só fechava por dentro.), logo estranhei porque não tinha como está trancada, ainda mais por dentro não tinha ninguém lá dentro, mas pulei a janela e coloquei o meu celular para carregar na cozinha e ligou a rápido, ai fui conversar com um grupo de amigos no whatsapp e como sempre quando estou conversando coloco o volume no mínimo. A onde estava carregando o meu celular tinha um corredor que dava para sala de estar, e estava todo escuro e a sala estava com uma luz muito fraca, tá bom, quando menos espero escuto a minha avó mim sussurrar meu nome ''Hugo'' nessa hora nem virei por que acha que era aquele sonho que estava afetando meu psicológico me atormentando e nem dei bola, não demorou nem dez segundos quando escuto ela me chamar pelo meu apelido que ela tinha dado que ninguém sabia além nos dois , que ela sussurrou assim ''filhotinho''. Com isso eu fiquei todo arrepiado e pálido, quando virei , olhei direto para a sala da onde estava vindo o sussurro, quando olhei vi só a metade da cabeça dela e um pocou da cabeça dela que estava no direito da parede da sala de estar. fiquei paralisado de tanto medo, eu só lembro de pular a janela da casa e corri para fora da casa. Após isso minha prima que morava naquela casa entrou pela porta que estava trancada fiquei com mais medo, por que eu tinha certeza que do que tinha visto fora que vi ela passado pela porta que estava trancada, minha prima certificou todos os cômodos para ver se tinha alguém, mais não tinha ninguém na casa além de eu e a minha prima agora. pode me chamar de doido ou que estou enlouquecendo, mais tenho plena certeza do que vi naquele dia.

I remember it so clearly veen tho it is now 2 years ago. I remember feeling sick ecause of the intense humid climate and going home early before my family finished eating at the restaurant. I went to bed and woke up to a strange light in the corner. I kinda freaked out and got scared. The a shadowy person appeared that was hella scary. Anyways since then i have not felt real and dreamlike :/ idk what happened it was probably just a weird fever dream.

It was a normal night, I had brushed my teeth and taken my medicine. I fell asleep quickly(wich is strange because even with melatonin pills I don't fall asleep that fast) And in the moment what I thought was me just waking up in the middle of the night: I was dreaming. It was one of those dreams where you wake up in where you fell asleep nothing really feels out of the ordinary, I don't know why but I immediately went to the window and that specific windows was facing the gravel road leading up to my house. I opened the blinds like I was looking for something, in the dream I struggled with the blinds because they where bent and awkward to use, and I saw a figure on the gravel road: they weren't moving when I saw them, just kind of twitching, balancing their legs like when a statue is slightly nudged off balance. I never knew why but in the moment I wasn't as afraid as I thought I would be, but the siluhetted figure I thought was facing the other way just turned around and walked into the tree line and blended in with the forest. I woke up the next morning right before the sun had risen and looked out the same window trying to find them, fortunately I didn't. The figure on gravel had been facing me He went into the forest facing away from me

Mon ami a vu par la fenêtre du dernier étage le visage d'un démon, il a été terrifié et depuis il ne peut plus passer dans cette rue ni même regarder cette fenêtre, il m'a dessiné ce qu'il a vu et je n'ai jamais eu aussi peur de ma vie ! J'ai fais des recherches et j'ai contacté le dernier habitant de cet immeuble ( environ 2009 ) qui m'a confirmé qu'il y avait selon ses dires " une présence paranormal dans la pièce au dernier étage " et ma également dit " Je ne suis pas le seul au courant, l'ancien propriétaire le savait, en ce qui me concerne, je suis très intéressé par le paranormal, donc j'ai fais en sorte de prendre le dessus sur cette entité. il s'agissait d'une présence assez lourde mais sans manifestations." Aujourd'hui je ne sais pas s'il y a encore quelques chose mais cette personne était la dernière a y habité et quand je lui ai demandé s'il pensait que cette chose y était toujours il m'a répondu qu'il ne voit pas pourquoi elle n'y serait plus. J'aimerais tellement en savoir plus sur ce que mon ami a vu a cette fenêtre mais je n'ai pas le dont de voir cela.

Mon ami a vu par la fenêtre du dernier étage le visage d'un démon, il a été terrifié et depuis il ne peut plus passer dans cette rue ni même regarder cette fenêtre, il m'a dessiné ce qu'il a vu et je n'ai jamais eu aussi peur de ma vie ! J'ai fais des recherches et j'ai contacté le dernier habitant de cet immeuble ( environ 2009 ) qui m'a confirmé qu'il y avait selon ses dires " une présence paranormal dans la pièce au dernier étage " et ma également dit " Je ne suis pas le seul au courant, l'ancien propriétaire le savait, en ce qui me concerne, je suis très intéressé par le paranormal, donc j'ai fais en sorte de prendre le dessus sur cette entité. il s'agissait d'une présence assez lourde mais sans manifestations." Aujourd'hui je ne sais pas s'il y a encore quelques chose mais cette personne était la dernière a y habité et quand je lui ai demandé s'il pensait que cette chose y était toujours il m'a répondu qu'il ne voit pas pourquoi elle n'y serait plus. J'aimerais tellement en savoir plus sur ce que mon ami a vu a cette fenêtre mais je n'ai pas le dont de voir cela.

My mom was arriving home, and I heard her in the building's hallway. I usually open the door for my parents before they knock because I think it's funny, so I went to check through the peephole to see if it was her. It was her, but she was talking to our neighbor. I don't know why I kept watching and listening to their conversation. It was one of those polite chats you have when you don't know someone very well. My mom had her back to the door while she was talking. At one point, I heard my mom's voice, normally and with the hallway's echo, saying, "There's a ghost at the door." I looked over at the neighbor's door to see if I saw anything, but I didn't, and the neighbor kept talking. After my mom came inside, I considered not saying anything because I was eavesdropping on a conversation that wasn't mine, but I finally had to ask. 'Why did you say that to the neighbor?' I asked. 'What?' she replied. 'I heard you say there was a ghost by the door.' 'DO YOU THINK I'D SAY THAT OUT LOUD?' she said. 'Are you sure you didn't?' I insisted. 'I didn't say it. If I had, the neighbor would have said something, right?' I was both shocked and thrilled. My mom explained, 'That happened because we're very connected, so you picked up my frequency.' It's still hard for me to believe, but I've heard similar stories since then.

[ CLICK ] [ RECORDING BEGINS. SUBJECT SEEMS TO BE IN AN ALLEY, TRAFFIC IS HEARD IN THE DISTANCE. ] Statement of.. Emiru Clarke, regarding the world afte-[[STATIC]]... Statement recorded by subject June 1st, 2025. Statement begins. It… it's done. I thought I wouldn't survive it, but… well, I'm here now, aren't I? [[STATIC]]-re gone, locked in… I don't know where.. but I can still feel- and see- their influence over the world. No one knows we're still alive. When the P-[[STATIC]]-were long gone. He carried me the whole way.. [ E.C LAUGHS ] Much like a sack of potatoes, to be honest. I couldn't sense anything, but [[STATIC]]-new. We made our way across a world recovering from [[STATIC]]-o where it began.. and it was out of the very same wood of that cabin he made my funeral pyre. It hurt.. but not like [[STATIC]]. I could feel flesh pulling away from bone, and as I burned, I found out I could see again. I didn't know how much I could miss my heartbeat until it restarted in the ashes of the pyre. [[STATIC]], but every few weeks, I get those urges again.. and when I submit to them, more charred flesh falls off to reveal scarless skin- a blank slate, so to speak.. but there's this growing pain in my shoulders, like something wants to push it's way out of me. I haven't seen him again. I don't want him to- Ah!! [ E.C GROANS, SLAMMING HIS HANDS AGAINST SOMETHING- A WALL? ] [ BOTH THE STATIC AND HIS PAIN INCREASE TO AN EAR-RENDING CRESCENDO. THE RIPPING OF FLESH CAN FAINTLY BE HEARD. ] Oh…. Oh God. [ SILENCE. NO STATIC EITHER.. BUT IT FADES BACK IN AFTER A FEW SECONDS. ] Wh…. Are.. are these wings? … well. Guess it fits what they've been calling me now. You probably know this is a fake name, based on what I've said. I'm [[STATIC]]... Archangel of Fear. [ RECORDING ENDS. ]

Before Farrar school became well known through the ghost hunting youtube community, it had always been a place my friends and I went when we needed an adrenaline rush. One night, in the middle of the summer during COVID, about five of us decided to try to sneak into the school one more time. We drove to a remote parking lot a good mile away from the school and walked the rest of the way. Right when the school came into sight, one of my friends swore she saw a figure by the main entrance. It couldn't have been an owner or maintenance person because there was not a car around that we could see. We continued to creep around the outside until we were finally able to find a loose window. One of the guys boosted me up and I was able to slip inside. But immediately, something just felt wrong. It was horribly hot inside, despite it being a cool night after many days of rain. I noticed that all the lockers on the wall were open, and before it could register in my mind how strange that was, one of them slammed shut on its own. I jumped back out of the window as fast as I could and we all left as quickly and silently as we had come. We all were pretty shaken up and all slept in one bedroom that night.

I have had multiple strange encounters here in Malacca (we spell it as Melaka but let's stick to the European name) but none have really been as strange as this one. Basically at February 10th 2025 I was sleeping in some hotel near Jonker Street as a small family trip when I had a strange dream. I was half-awake and half-asleep and at times the ceiling would blur into my vision before I suddenly went back into dreaming. In the dream I woke up at 1AM but for some reason it was bright and sunny outside and it was for some reason New Year's so some guy called 'Kaisler' made me and my brother open presents. When I asked Kaisler about the time he told me to brush it off and that 'someone else has leaked into you'. When I asked him to elaborate he suddenly pulled me into his body and I was in some kind of void and there was a really bad sensation, as if I was being stretched in all directions. At first when I woke up I just brushed it off as some goofy dream and went on with my life until 2 days later I'm scrolling through Instagram when one of my favourite filmmakers (not written here for anonymity but it's easy to find who) had the exact same dream except 'Kaisler' wasn't there. I felt pretty weird after that. But one of his recent videos show a character whose last name is 'Kaisler' so I'm not really sure? I have never met this strange dream guy in my life.

Basically I had a series of strange dreams about a guy named Kaisler. The dreams started during the 12th of February while I was in Malacca on holiday. Basically in the dream it was sunny at 1am and for some reason it was New Years and Kaisler appeared and told me and my brother to open gifts. When I asked him about the time he told us to brush it off. When I woke up I felt kinda weirded out because this dream was more vivid than my other dreams. At first I tried to ignore it (after all, itz just a dream) but then apparently a favourite filmmaker of mine had the exact same dream. I felt kinda strange after that.

My neighbour died and I was sleeping. I had one of his paintings hung above my head for a long time. The night he died the painting fell on my head.

I have always been uneasy in my house for as long as I can remember. I’ve experienced several unexplainable things in my childhood bedroom, from objects falling of shelves and strange creaking sounds to what I think are ghost sightings, so i wasn’t that surprised when this happened. I had two pet frogs but unfortunately they died a few years back and I was left with their glass tank. Instead of throwing it out I kept it and decided to put plants in it and a few glow in the dark figurines. This tank has been on my dresser for probably about a month before the bizarre flickering happened. I woke up from a nightmare one night and I couldn’t go back to sleep, I looked over at the tank and saw that the glow in the dark figures were pulsing with their green light. Dread consumed my entire body. I thought I was dreaming and I poured water over my eyes to wake myself up. But It steadily continued. I tried getting a video of it with my phone but it was too dark. I quickly left my room. I took them out the next morning and I haven’t seen anything like that again.

It started when I was walking home through the village one day at dusk. It was midwinter so it was barely light enough to see but the few streetlights that worked lit my way well enough. I was approaching the lane which ran up between two graveyards, and when I walked underneath the streetlight, it flickered and turned off. I was already eager to get out of the dark and this scared me but I just laughed it off as a coincidence. It was only as I was getting further from it that it turned back on again. (For context we moved to the village 9 years ago and this was the first time it had happened.) This was not the last time it would happen. For next few months the same streetlight would change when I passed under it, and return to how it was as I left - too many times to blame faulty electrics. One time my phone even started glitching and died on 27% battery. Nobody believed me at first, and those who did said it probably had a motion-sensor but if I walked under it with anyone else it would not do anything. Then one evening in February I was walking through the village with a friend and I told him to wait behind and video me. I passed under it and it turned off (when watching the video later I noticed the bamboo next to it shake violently as it turned off). I walked back to my friend triumphantly - it was the first time anyone else had seen it - and it turned back on. We then figured out it would not work with both of us under it but if he left it would change for me again. These occurrences stopped a few months ago, but I still don’t know if I was the one causing it to go haywire or if it was something from one of the graveyards trying to talk to me… I’ve done some research since and my experience is similar to a phenomenon called street light interference, or the SLI phenomenon.

Moro na rua faz tempo, durmo ali perto da praça da Catedral, num banco de concreto que esquenta com o sol do dia. Naquele ano de dois mil e vinte, quando a peste fechou tudo e ninguém mais saía nem pra olhar o céu, fiquei sozinho com os pombos e os anjos. Era de madrugada, devia ser três e pouco, não tinha viva alma na rua. O vento parou, e o ar ficou grosso, pesado. Levantei a cabeça e vi a catedral acendendo por dentro. Não era luz de vela nem de poste. Era luz azul, saindo das frestas, das cruzes, até do chão. Tudo tremia, mas sem fazer barulho. De repente, a igreja toda começou a se erguer, devagar, como se tirasse os pés da terra. As árvores não balançaram. Nem os cães latiam. Subiu uns dez, vinte metros, depois sumiu numa fumaça clara, que nem nuvem de remédio fervendo. Fiquei parado, sem piscar, até o sol nascer. No outro dia, a catedral tava no mesmo lugar, como se nada. Mas eu sei o que vi.

**Relato de Lúcia de Paula – Maringá, 1984** Meu nome é Lúcia de Paula, tenho dezenove annos, trabalho no armarinho, e venho contar o que vi com meus próprios olhos na madrugada do dia primeiro de novembro deste anno. Subi a escadaria da catedral pra rezar, pois andava com peso no peito e sonho ruim me rondando. As portas estavam entreabertas, e lá dentro não havia vela acesa, só um brilho azulado que vinha lá do altar. Me escondi atrás de um pilar, sem fazer barulho. Vi três padres juntos, mas não eram padres. Começaram a tirar a roupa e junto dela vinham as peles — como se estivessem descolando a cara, braços, tudo. Por baixo era corpo magro, cinza, sem boca, só olho grande e fundo. Um deles estalou os dedos e do chão subiu luz forte, como clarão de estrela. Fiquei parada, com a mão na boca pra não gritar. Eles falavam sem voz, um som direto na cabeça, como eco de pedra afundando na água. Um deles vestiu de novo a pele, ajeitou a batina e foi pra porta acender as luzes da igreja. Saí correndo pela lateral e nunca mais entrei ali. Eles não rezam. Eles vigiam. — L. de Paula, escrito à mão trêmula, sem contar a ninguém.

**Relato de Custódio Ferreira – Maringá, 1984** Eu me chamo Custódio Ferreira, filho de José do Engenho, e venho contar o que me sucedeu na noite do dia vinte e três de setembro do anno de mil novecentos e oitenta e quatro, estando eu com vinte e dois annos feitos. Vinha a pé pela rua atrás da catedral, voltando da casa de um amigo com quem joguei dominó, quando vi luz forte sobre o bosque, coisa que não era farol de carro nem lâmpada de homem. Me aproximei, curioso, sem temor no peito, pois sempre fui descrente dessas falas de alma penada. A luz aumentou, ficou branca como leite fervido, e tudo à volta silenciou — nem grilo, nem vento, nem o próprio pensamento fazia ruído. Senti um puxão no peito, como se corda invisível me arrastasse pro céu, e minha vista se apagou. Acordei deitado n'um leito frio, cercado de figuras altas, magras, de olhos grandes e pele cinza. Nenhuma boca se mexia, mas as palavras me vinham dentro da cabeça. Falaram pouco, tocaram muito. Enfiaram coisas nos braços e nas costas. Sentia tudo e nada. Era como sonho doído. Quando despertei de novo, já estava largado num canto de terra batida, perto da avenida que desce pro centro, roupa suja de barro, relógio parado, e o dia quase clareando. Vomitei três vezes, e os olhos ardiam como brasa. Desde então não durmo direito. O tempo passou, mas sinto que não me devolveram inteiro. — C. Ferreira, escrito em silêncio, no mês de outubro do mesmo anno.

**Relato do Céu Aberto sobre Maringá – 1984** Na noite de oito d'abril do anno de mil novecentos e oitenta e quatro, sendo já por volta de sete horas e meia da noite, firmamento claro e o ar parado como se o tempo houvesse esquecido de seguir, eu, Joaquim de Almeida, morador deste bairro velho próximo à catedral, estava a varrer a varanda de minha casa quando notei uma sombra que não era de nuvem nem de ave. Ergui os olhos e vi no céu um disco de metal, liso como prata polida, parado sobre a cidade, sem emitir fumaça ou barulho algum. Pairava como coisa viva, sem bater asas, sem tremor, tão silencioso que até os cães calaram-se. As luzes do objeto mudavam de cor — primeiro brancas, depois um âmbar fraco, por fim um tom de verde que doía na vista. O gado na pastagem próxima se agitou, e as galinhas no quintal bateram asas sem rumo. Minha esposa, Maria das Dores, saiu à porta chamando meu nome, pois a luz estranha entrava por entre as frestas. Durou pouco, talvez um minuto inteiro, mas pareceu mais, como se o tempo houvesse sido suspenso. O objeto então se ergueu sem esforço, numa reta pura, e sumiu como estrela fugidia. Ficamos ali parados, sem fala, só com o som do nosso próprio peito a bater. No dia seguinte, ninguém quis falar. Uns riam, outros calavam. Um vizinho disse que ouvira vozes dentro da cabeça, mas depois negou. A rádio não deu notícia, e até hoje dizem que foi coisa de visão fraca ou espírito do mato. Mas eu sei o que vi. E quem olhou pro céu naquela noite, com coração limpo e olhos firmes, sabe também. — J. de Almeida, Maringá, no anno do Senhor de 1984.

When I was younger I would use to see tones of ghosts now I just feel them and hear them. The land I use to live on had old farmland before with slavery so it was there was some evil entities there. (Also I’m braking this up into 3 pieces) 1.So basically I don’t remember this part but I would run up to my mother and tell her about this old women knitting in this rocking chair that we still have today. I can’t remember her but I would see her pretty frequently. 2.there was this one time, this one actually scared me as a child and still scares me today, I woke up because I felt uncomfortable in a creepy way and turned over to adjust myself back to sleep but I open my eyes and see a figure as tall as the door frame blacker than black and it was DARK in my room. It looked darker than the dark walking in my bathroom back and forth and when I blinked and closed my eyes to go get up and go to my parents room it. Was. Gone. Also I don’t know why but it liked messing around with me and my mom the most. 3. You know those things that spin around the baby’s crib at the top and hangs down from the ceiling? My baby sisters and brothers had blue birds and a silver rim. But there was definitely something attached to it. In the room that it was in my old dog would not go in there it was a cold room and worst of all was that is NEVER stoped spinning it would always spin day and night. Before we moved into our new house my mom had burned the thing and made sure it was done. But the dirt year or so I kept hearing Ming things whisper to me like hello hay or come here something like that. Then this one time I heard my name loud. And clear once in my left ear the next in my right so then I ran out of the room to my dad but he said he heard nothing but he was In the bathroom next to my room but it was a loud whisper. Then the next week later you know what my mom found? One of the paper blue birds in our playroom of our new house. Then burned it. Anyways thanks for reading this :D

Was walking down the street as a shortcut to dinner when I got a really sharp headache sort of between my eyes but a little bit higher? Supposed to be where the third eye is located and as I was passing the lot where a mansion burned I smelled smoke and lavender even though there’s no lavender there and there’s (obviously) no fire/smoky things anywhere near there

It feels like a place where there are no rules … And who knows what to expect. Maybe it’s the psychedelic usage there, it feels very unpredictable there. Upon waking up on a train on my way there - it was odd from the beginning, an old woman with dementia watching me sleep , telling me not to trust people in Amsterdam because they are cannibals…

My heart hurts missing this part of Germany. My mind feels destroyed trying to keep track of all the anomalies and strange paths I was lead down in my time here. I think magic is quite common here- stay on the good path and stay away from it unless you want to be in a godless place you are desperately to get out of. Blessings.

Me and my best friend were teenage girls smoking in an abandoned barn in manotick. I saw from the corner of my eye a little boy . I assumed it was just my own imagination. My friend tells me she just saw a little boy . I got instantly cold and nearly cried. I was spooked but also it was slightly sad.

I was at the end of a guided tour through east Europe and the Balkan countries. My friend and I who were sharing a hotel room had been discussing religious ideas and she said she didn’t believe in the devil. I was really surprised because she studied theology and this being has been and still is a recurrent character in my life. I drank a bit too much absinthe - the alcohol that contains wormwood- a mild psychedelic. I passed out and was acting strangely- I don’t remember what happened but I remember being in heaven- meanwhile apparently I was still there talking to people and embarrassing myself . Something happened that scared my friend and she was convinced I was demon possessed or evil. Later that night the lights were flickering , it sounded like someone was there and things felt very strange. I woke up once or twice in a cold sweat. As soon as I got to split I felt some kind of special feelings like there is some kind of magic there - that strange things happen there often and it’s a special place. I’m not sure why but split seems very haunted to me.

I was on my honeymoon and we booked a beach house on a cliff - we're talking like 100 rickety wooden steps to get up to it, but worth it for the amazing views. As the stairs were a bit of a peril there were security lights at the bottom, middle and top, so you didn't die climbing up them in the dark. We were just about to go to bed, when the bottom security light came on. Not a big deal, plenty of dogs and creatures that could set it off. then the middle light came on. Now we had a clear view up these stairs and if there was something there we would have easily seen, also the steps were quite creaky and we didn't hear anything. I suggested maybe a very large moth. Then the top security light came on... and the gate next to it creeked open. this left a path along the front of the house, ten more steps, and a hip high gate until where we were. My huspand went and bolted the hip high gate, and said 'you're not welcome here'. And then we heard the gate creek shut, and the lights come back on, as if someone were walking down the stairs again. Freaked us right out and we slept with knives in the bedroom just in case (not that they would help against ghosts!) But we legitimatly have no logical explanation of what happened. Attached a photo from about 1/3 up the stairs so you can see the clear view we had from the house at the top!

Era uma bela noite fria 4 graus agente tinha alugado esse sitio a lareira já estava quase apagando agente foi dormir começamos a ouvir a porta abrindo barulhos dentro e fora eu olhei na janela e tinha uma criatura grande preta meio gorda com um chicote ela era grande era um trasgo era igualzinho de manhã fomos lá fora e estava cheio de pelos pretos na água

On the morning of July 24th, I got a powerful urge to research David Lynch. One thing led to another, and in a strange rabbit hole I discovered for the first time the story of Margorie Cameron, Jack Parsons, and L. Ron Hubbard. I learned that my mother was born in Los Angeles the same month and year that the Babalon ritual commenced, 2 days after David Lynch was born. I reflected on meeting a woman in Alfred, Maine, last year shortly before I was rescued from a dangerous situation and given a new life in Iowa. Alfred, Maine turns out to be important in the history of spiritism in America, and Margorie Cameron turns out to have been born in Iowa. This stuff just might be real, so thank you mama and Margorie and the divine feminine, wherever you all are.

i was quite young but i saw this strange animal by a tree at a park. I can only describe it as looking like a moray eel with legs. It was long and large, had a long fin going all the way down its body and short stubby legs. This is not the strangest thing about it, it was blue. not a light natural blue, a BRIGHT blue, the same shade as the App Store or Mail icon. I ran to show my dad but by the time we got back to the tree it was gone. i tell everyone about it but they either don't believe me or don't know what it could have been.

The site of multiple UFO encounters

This humanoid entity was first spotted in New Jersey by two boys walking down Fourth Street. They recalled being chased by a tall man in a green suit, with a ‘big ‘ol grin’ on his face. They also claimed that he had no nose or ears. At the time, people speculated that he may be an alien.

Indrid Cold emerged again in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, as a local family reported having various encounters with the strange man, during the same period as the original Mothman prophecies, sparking all kinds of new theories about Indrid’s background. Unlike Mothman, he has not gone completely dormant. It is said that he still visits West Virginia to this day.

On November 15th 1966, a cryptid later dubbed as "Mothman" was sighted for the first time by two West Virginian couples driving towards Point Pleasant City Limits, according to the Point Pleasant Register. For the next year, many more Mothman sightings were reported in Point Pleasant, concluding on the 15th of December 1967, with the collapse of the Silver Bridge between Point Pleasant and Gallipolis, Ohio, which killed 46 people. The two events are widely regarded to have been connected as the Mothman sightings were some sort of prophecy warning its witnesses of the impending dangers.

I was visiting a friend in the emergency ward of Auburn Hospital, he was in the corner bed with the curtain fully drawn around his bed I pulled back the curtain and stepped in to see another patient standing in the corner, an old man with a drip and a hospital gown, he looked very sick and just stared at my friend as he sat in his bed scrolling on his phone "Whose your mate?" I said as I entered, my friend looked up from his phone confused, "Who?" I pointed into the empty corner It really freaked me out because this wasn't like a shadow or a semi transparent figure, this was a solid human standing next to my friend just watching him and my friend had no idea There's no way he could've gotten past me without making a hell of a noise with his drip and the curtain and it didn't look like he would've gotten far in his state, no idea who or what he was but my friend did make a full recovery

For context, this is an early cinema established in 1938, with amazing art deco architecture. My first time coming here I went to the bathroom and I felt a little bit uneasy, the same sort of feeling I usually get when I'm about to encounter something out of the usual. Then I saw a figure at the urinal out of the corner of my eye. It seemed to be a man wearing a suit, if I remember correctly, typical of the time period this cinema was established during. Then, when I looked back at the urinal, nobody was there so naturally I concluded it was just a malevolent bathroom ghost. Very cool in my opinion.

My family and I went camping at the Butler Bar Campground east of Port Orford. Beautiful, eerie area. The vibe was a bit menacing from the get-go. An hostile old man yelled at us as we passed by his campsite. The campground was well maintained yet he was the only occupant. We ignored him and decided to camp upriver in an open campsite right on Elk River. We set up two tents. My son, at the last second, decided that he wanted to sleep with the family. We all piled into one tent. Later in the night, I heard a large animal (what sounded like a bear.) I heard it pawing around in the other tent (which we had zipped up). It brushed past the tent we were in - I could feel its hulking mass slide past me from the outer wall. A strange glowing light appeared above our tent. It wasn’t light from a car (our tent was surrounded by a thicket of tanoaks) and the night was moonless. The glow appeared around 11 pm and disappeared around 2 am. The other tent was unzipped in the morning. There were no pawprints in the sand, nor were there any prints in the tent. The book The Klamath Knot (Wallace) mentions this area in a chapter that references Sasquatch. It makes me wonder whether this was a Squatchy encounter.

My friend told me that when she was in the toilet, she heard a girl come in, crying in the next stall, but when she went to wash her hands, she noticed that the stall she had heard the crying from, was wide open. She then saw one of the taps start running, a few paper towls falling and the door slamming shut, all seemingly on their own. Sounds to me as though the invisible ghost girl was using the bathroom.

so, i've been living in this house for my whole life, and i keep seeing figures, slightly darker than the surroundings floating arround, mainly in the living room and my bedroom. whenever im in the house, time seems to stop and i feel like im in the past but i dont know why. everything just seems older. when i step out of the house though it seems to switch back to the present, and i think the ghosts what something from me

More doppelganger story than ghost. These are not the exact coordinates for privacy reasons but the general area of my grandparent's house. So the way the house is set up there is a hallway with the room my mom was staying in and the room I was staying in (my moms was further down the hallway) and me and everyone else in the house (except my mom because she was in her room) was in the living room outside the hallway. I had been sitting in the living room for a few hours and hadn't gotten up once, nor had any of my family members. my mom walked out into the living room and turned around when she saw me. she started denying what she saw without telling us. she told us a few minutes later and she said that she saw me walk into my room and shut the door, however I was on the couch and like I said before had been for hours. we all walked into my room and there was nobody there. my great grandma died in the house a few years prior to this and it is a fairly old house.

One night I couldn't sleep well and I was up crocheting at around 12:45, my brother sound asleep (we share a room) before the sounds started it had been silent, the way where you can hear it pounding in your ears. It started small, like distant giggles in the yard (I could look out the window, it was next to my bed) I stood on my bed and looked out the window (our room is halfway underground, so the windows are VERY low) and saw nothing. I sat back down and thought that I was hearing things, it was really late after all. It slowly got louder, the more I got up to check the louder it got. It must have noticed when I stopped checking or saw me, because I heard it hop to the window (You heard me right) Loud bounding hops that shook the ground. I heard whatever it was get down on all fours and laugh it's heart out into my window. I knew it was real because it woke up my brother, we didn't dare move so we just stared at each other. It went on for what felt like forever. I didn't know the time since my brother's blanket moved and covered the alarm clock when he woke up. I was shaking so hard. I got up as slowly as I could on my bed to check the window, I don't know what came over me. I pulled up the blinds (I closed them after I gave up, then it whatever it was came over) opened, the window, and screamed "LEAVE US ALONE!" but nothing was there. -Greyson Boyd Taylor 7/5/2025 (when I wrote it)

I went to this small village with my family (my cousin and his fathers too) to eat at a restaurant. We used to go to that restauran often, and whenever we went we spent the rest of the day there. The place was pretty far away from any big cities or urbanizations, and it was surrounded by nature. After eating, me, my sister and my cousin went to have a walk on a road that lead to the outskirts of the village with almost no houses. We started the walk around 6pm. When we decided to head back, the sky was already completely dark (maybe like 9pm) and my cousin spotted some weird lights forming what looked to him as a portal. I was little, so I was very scared and I didn't look for it. These lights were far from us, but still far from the village. Another time we went to that village, we also had a strange experience. We were at the town's park, which was close to the church, and we heard voices (as in a chorus, but it was only one voices). This would be normal if it wasn't for the fact that it was already night and the gates to the church were closed and there seemed to be no one inside (no lights, and I think the windows were closed too).

I was spending some Summer days at a friend's house with my family and theirs. I don't clearly remember when it happened, but it might have been a few years ago. The house was in a small village with a river crossing around it. It felt very empty, as it's only habitants barely live there and only go on holidays. It was at night, maybe around 1am, and my sister and her friends decided to play Ouija (they didn't have the board so they used an app). When communicating with the supposed spirit, it started giving very exact descriptions of the area, and straight up describing the house and its rooms. After they finished playing, they came to the room in which all of us slept except the adults. That night all of us experienced strange things, such as a suitcase randomly moving, hearing noises from the bathroom, and the noises as if someone was knocking the walls. When we woke up, we told the adults about it, but none of them said to have woken up to go to the bathroom at that night. Overall, whenever we go to this village strange things happen, and always at night. I remember other time we were on the car on our way back to the house on that village and my friend's dad said to have seen a dead fox (or another mammal) inside of a wheel near of the road.

I don’t remember much, but (according to my dream journal), I was in a field or something with some girls and mentioned something about my current reality and one of those girls grabbed me and ran as fast as she could (at a superhuman speed), talking gibberish, until I woke up in a panic. I still have no idea what this means exactly, but a few days before this happened I saw a TikTok video of a woman saying she experienced the exact same thing which is crazy.

I was lying in my bed thinking I had just woken up from another weird dream, but I instinctively knew that something was wrong and I wasn’t alone, because I couldn’t move my head or even fully open my eyes. Someone appeared beside me (I know because I felt a human-like warmth) and whispered, “I know you and you know me.” I was so terrified I just continued to close my eyes and whoever it was quickly disappeared. Idk whether that was just another weird dream or an actual spirit reaching out, but it was all just very scary and weird to me. Nothing like I’d ever experienced before and that’s saying a lot, coming from a very vivid dreamer.

This is so crazy! The guide on one of the tours around the prison made our group stop in front of one specific part of the prison and told us about how a woman named Martha Rendell was convicted of child abuse and executed despite insisting on her innocence. He then unexpectedly mentioned that she still hasn’t left the prison and pointed at the window to chapel. I didn’t know what I was supposed to be seeing at first but there she was, an unmistakable wide smile on a dark, shadowy figure, staring down at us from the window. This was probably the first time (at least in a while) that I have seen a ghost that clearly, and it definitely won’t be the last..

I had the worst and most scary night staying here for my school camp. For certain reasons, I was made to sleep in a small cabin by myself, seperate from all the spacious dorms other students were staying in. To make matters worse, said classmates were convinced that the campsite was haunted, especially the fireplace in the cabin I was staying in. Right before we would all be dismissed to our rooms, we were herded into the cafeteria for a fun trivia game to the end the day. However, about half an hour into the quiz, a power outage occurred throughout the entire campsite and I was forced to retire to my allegedly haunted abode. Like the anxious middle schooler I was, I stayed up almost the entire night, sitting on a chair pressed against the door, leaving frantic voice-messages for my mum. I refused to sleep as I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. When my smartwatch finally ran out of battery, I was left in the pitch-black darkness. The rest of the night, I lay awake in my sleeping bag, accompanied only by the breathing and faint whispers of whatever was in that fireplace.

I have no idea why, but ever since that one school trip to this camp, I’ve been having strange dreams about going back to it again. One dream was about me reuniting with the people (mostly my friends) in my original cabin, having our cabin leader and trail leader too. It was snowing and we were going on a hike in the woods nearby. We stopped at some sort of place with a garbage can and bench, and my best friends and I came to go look at something nearby. I don’t exactly remember what it was, but we were running away from it, back to our trail leader. Another dream was when our parents came with us to outdoor ed, but there was a pool for some reason? A bunch of people were in the cafeteria place, and suddenly we were nearby the pool while it was snowing. An emergency alert started to blare from all the devices in the area all of a sudden, and they all exchanged scared glances. I had no idea what was going on. A recent one I had was when the grade was going to this camp again, except it was way different. It was hot and sunny all the time, and we were given these necklaces that could revive us. Once we were put in our cabins, everything was going wrong. For some reason, all the cabin leaders were going insane and starting to kill people in our cabin. My two best friends and some other girls in my cabin were killed. On the final day of the trip, we tried to look for their necklaces that were said to revive the killed people, they were all broken. So, we glumly returned home, knowing we would never see them again. It’s strange how I keep having camp-related dreams…

I was on a walk in the cemetery, passing by a memorial to veterans buried in the cemetery. In a circle of recently trimmed bushes, I saw what seemed to be a person picking up bush trimmings from the ground. They were sort of androgynous and on the shorter side with light brown skin and poofy dark hair a bit above their shoulders. I thought maybe they were an employee, because they were wearing what a landscaper might (jeans and a T-shirt), so I called out to them, asking if they happened to know where the oldest parts of the cemetery were. Slowly, they turned to face me with their eyes open very wide. They didn't walk towards me, but all of a sudden they were closer. It was really freaky-it seemed as if, all of a sudden, my brain didn't want to let me perceive this person. They weren't transparent or anything. It was like static, it was like an error code message, it was like they were there and not there, it was like I was walking a line I hadn't known existed. I got very hot and faint, and I heard someone say "you shouldn't be here, leave, hurry," and then all of a sudden I was back at the graveyard entrance crying and shaking and throwing up with no memory of having gotten there. What was this? I hadn't been drinking or smoking or anything, and nothing like this has ever happened to me.

I was at the restroom at chick-fil-a when all of a sudden- SLAM! The baby changer thing in the stall I was at fell down by itself. The soap dispenser was dispensing itself- and to make it stranger, I WAS THE ONLY ONE IN THE RESTROOM. Later, when I came back to the restroom, the doors started slowly creaking by itself and I was the only one in the whole bathroom. I still think about this time…

I can’t remember the exact address of the event but i was like 8 years old and i was home alone with my uncle and little brothers and i was walking around my house when i saw a shadow dash across my uncle’s bedroom. At first i thought it was my uncle but then i remembered he was outside. I ran to my brother’s room and grabbed a plushie (i was 8 ok?) and sat in a corner when i saw shadowy feet run across the room and disappear while my brothers watched adventure time

I was letting my dogs out at around 11 PM. I was looking a the moon and I saw a weird orb out of the corner of my eye come out of no where. It was right next to the moon, it was a gold/orange light that, after a few minutes of me just awestruck staring at it, multiplied and 2 white orbs emerged from it. up until then, none of them moved, but after the 2 white orbs appeared, they started moving. 15 seconds later they faded and disappeared. I still wonder what I saw to this day.

This field is really cool. It’s not exactly a 10/10 liminal space tho, there’s still buildings in the background and if you walk more down Dwight road you’ll even find a train track. They occasionally have cows in the field to eat the grass and I can hear them moo at night lmao. Walking the sidewalk on this field is VERY every at night though. One night me and my buddy were walking down it, there was this weird part with no light and tress surrounding. What really made it cliche though was that there was a random lightning strike that happened out of nowhere off in the distance, it was one of those weird ones where it’s not raining or anything and it’s from electricity or whatever tf. I wouldn’t say drive an hour + to see this feild, but if your somewhat local and really enjoy liminal spaces it would be a cool thing to go see.

So my dad had just gotten in a bad accident where he fell and broke a bunch of bones and my mom just found out she was pregnant with twins. We had no house so we were staying with my grandma. The night my dad fell, I wasn’t aloud to go to the hospital with them, mind you I was only 6. So I got to have a “sleepover” with my grandma. We stayed up pretty late because she was trying to help me have fun since I was pretty worried about my dad. We were in the kitchen at around 1:15 AM, and we were making milk shakes when we heard a loud noise from the back of the house. She lived out in the middle of nowhere and only had one neighbor that was kinda far away. So she went with me to investigate and a huge flower pot was knocked over but there was no way for it to fall over because it was extremely to heavy for one of her cats to knock it over and she couldn’t even lift it up herself. Then another noise from the kitchen. When we got back the blender was on but it was unplugged… I started crying because it was really scary and I was 6! So we got in bed and it was about 2:30 AM by now. She was rubbing my head and then she just stopped. I asked her why but then she whispered, “Look at the curtain…” I looked over and there was a huge black shadow hovering on it. She asked and we both saw it! She immediately turned the light on but it was still there. Then she grabbed a fly swatter and grabbed my hand. She just started chanting, “WE ARE NOT AFRAID OF YOU LEAVE MY HOME!” Over and over. Then it sort of faded and to this day I still have no idea who or what was in her house. I also have not talked to her in like 5-6 months because she is a narcissist:(

At around 4 in the morning, I witnessed this large creature with slim long legs standing on all fours in an awkward position, it appeared to have a face similar to a wolf. I was standing there staring at it confused on behalf of what I was looking at while it was staring back at me, then for a moment I looked elsewhere and once I look back to where the creature was it disappeared.

I was with my Dad, at a YogurtLand as it was a tradition of ours to get frozen yogurt after a long week. We got our yogurt and got in my Dad's truck, I turned of an episode of Gravity Falls and my Dad looks up and says "Wow, look at that woman's dress. Its very pretty" I looked up and saw a woman in a yellow floral dress, she was walking towards a Trader Joe's and fidgeting with her wallet, but I didn't see her go in or out of the store. After a few minutes my Dad looks up again and says "look up" and I do. The same woman was walking in to the same store, fidgeting with her wallet. I don't know if maybe she just forgot something but neither my Dad nor I saw her walk out of that store. In short we quickly got outta there.

Eu estava na praia com minha família meu pai ensinando muay thai minha irmã brincando na areia e minha mãe jogando, eu olhei para cima quando eu estava na água eu vi um objeto voador não identificado no caso um OVNI aí eu contei tudo para minha irmã minha mãe e meu pai detalhe a minha mãe estava grávida no momento aí depois quando eu voltei para água eu simplesmente olhei para cima do lado sul né aí depois que eu avistei de novo OVNI desconhecido desapareceu tipo poof!.

Um dia eu estava na praia com minha família (meu pai ensinando moay-thay,minha irmã brincando com amigas e minha mãe jogando,ma tá) eu senti algo me observando aí eu olhei pra cima e vi um ovni nas nuvens eu disse pra minha família mas quando olhei de ovo ele foi pro lado sul e *poof!* sumiu! Agora tenho 11 e tenho visto uns tipos de humanoides e relações amorosas.

I'm still not sure what to make of this. I'm not really the kind of person that believes in this sort of stuff. I was working night shift at the time, and had been doing so for about half a year. People say that going nocturnal can increase one's potential for hallucinations, but I hadn't been experiencing any negative side effects from the schedule change at the time. My usual routine involved waking up at 11:00PM or so, dragging myself out the door at fifteen minutes to midnight, and biking down S Grand Ave to the Safeway at the south edge of town. For a good portion of that ride, I'd be right on the border of the expansive, shallow hills that surround Pullman. The night sky would stretch out wide, and the tall grass on the closest ridge would whisper quietly in the wind. It was a beautiful sight, and I enjoyed being one of the only people to see it so regularly. One night, however, I saw something I found completely inexplicable. It was mid-winter, but the snowfall had melted away enough for me to be able to ride my bike. I set off and puffed along the empty street, my breaths condensing into thick clouds as I pulled out of the neighborhoods. I was late, and midnight was approaching fast. I was nearly there, waiting in the left turn lane along the edge of those rolling fields, when I froze. To the south of me, something in the sky was glowing orange. It looked like a series of streetlights, arranged in a rectangular pattern. If there was a mass of something underneath it, I couldn't tell. It was suspended in the air, unmoving, maybe 40 or 50 feet up. It appeared to be no more than 200 yards away. As I looked on, shocked, the lights towards the bottom of the supposed object began to move: a second layer tilted down from the first, as if a hatch was opening, facing forwards. The lights began to shine more intensely as this happened, as if the object was lit up from inside with a paler, yellow hue. I didn't know what to think. Curiosity told me to ditch work and run out into the fields to try and find out for certain what was happening, but a pit in my stomach began to form. What would happen if I saw something I shouldn't? Should I even be seeing what I already am? Apprehension crept over me, and my mind began to spin. The light turned green then. Instinctively, I made my left turn. Feeling as though I was being watched, something told me the safest thing to do would be move along like I hadn't seen anything. I got to work, put it out of my mind, and began mindlessly stocking shelves again. I rolled home a couple hours after sunrise uneventfully, as the rest of the town began to stir and the rumble of cars filled the street again. Sometimes I wish I hadn't turned away, having never had another experience like this since. The curiosity does still kill me. I wonder what would've happened if I had been braver at the time.