A few years ago me and my younger brother were riding with my aunt and uncle up to Nordic Valley (A small ski resort). As we were driving I remember my aunt pointing up on a hillside on the mountain that we were passing through. I remember seeing a large dark figure walking straight down the slope. It was in the middle of winter and there was a decent amount of snow on the ground. The slope was steep and there was no hiking trails-or any trails-where it was coming down. In the span of about 15 seconds it disappeared into the trees at the bottom of the hill. After a few seconds of driving my aunt proclaimed, "I think we just saw Bigfoot". In short, I have no idea another explanation of what I saw. It was huge, it was dark, it was walking in massive strides down a steep, snow covered slope. Take it how you will, but there was something there, and it wasn't human.

So, this one time I was about 12 years old, in my bedroom sleeping lightly when I heard multiple shots along with a woman's scream outside my house. I remember waking up to hear more of them fired at multiple times. I got really scared and refused to leave my bed, but after contemplating for about 30 minutes, I got up to go tell my parents. My parents told me that it was just fireworks or something. So, I believed them and went back to bed. But, here's the catch. When I woke up the next morning, I remember going to my parents mentioning the so called "firework" I heard last night. When I asked them this, they acted like they never heard or saw anything. To this day, I still don't know if I just dreamed of the shots and the lady or not.

Hey, I'm a New Orleans local. I suppose I'll get straight to the point — recently, I went wandering in the cemetery for a few hours, while it was raining. It was nice, and I kind of narrated and chattered to myself while I went. I also called my Fiancé and told him about cool things I found. Well, after we hung up, I saw sort of a shadow of a small figure around a corner. I went to look, and there she was — the ghost of a little girl. Based on where she was, I figured out that her name was Mary, and she'd died when she was 4 years old. We talked a bit, though she had limited speaking ability, and I told her all about the world and how it is nowadays. She seemed fascinated. Eventually, I heard another voice, and she told me her mom was calling her, so she had to go. Then she went back to her tomb and seeped through the front to get back in. All in all it was a pleasant experience, would definitely go again.

it was nighttime -around 12:40- and I was sitting on my phone and out of the corner of my eye and see a ring or maybe teeth looking through my sisters window -we share a room- a couple minutes later its gone and she wakes up crying from a nightmare... She's started having nightmares every night, I've also started hearing things but I have started staying up to research and investigate it... Its not good for my health but I want to make sure my sister is OK.

Loud calls reminiscent of previously-recorded Bigfoot "whooping" heard approximately 4 miles from trailhead (near Camp Comfort). The calls continued for roughly five minutes as the sun set. There may have been an infrasound grumbling during my hike out, but I'm less certain of that.

Talking with a few different hospital staff, I have been told about black eyed children that patients talk about seeing in their rooms and even staff seeing a child with black eyes peeking around the corner of a room, when they went into the room there was no one in there. There have been reports of voices, crying, and call lights coming on in rooms that are un occupied.

I was studying for a human biology test with my mum. We were making flashcards on the circulatory system, and behind us we have this big wooden buffet with a bunch of shelves. We keep things like picture frames or sculptures we made in art glass on there, and there was this frosted glass picture frame shaped like a heart that my great-gran (who lives in Queensland) gave to my mum as a gift. It was at the back behind these porcelain salt and pepper shakers that were shaped like two dogs, one black and white and one orange. Now, the picture frame was leaning backwards on the stand and was positioned at the back of the shelf. Randomly, me and my mum heard this crash and the picture frame had somehow defied physics and had knocked the orange pepper shaker dog, which was about 15cm away from the shelf’s edge, over the edge of the buffet and it fell about two metres down onto the ground, and miraculously only chipped and ear (and very slightly, too). I was weirded out about this, and my mum got really worried because as the frame was a gift to her from my great-gran, and my great-gran had just got hip-surgery done and was recovering in hospital. So obviously we were really worried that something bad might have happened to her, but we still haven’t figured out (my mum being a year 11-12 science teacher with her science-y knowledge as well) how the frame managed to defy gravity and physics and tip over. We reached a conclusion that the only way we could do that was to physically push it over, but obviously that didn’t happen… so yeah, I don’t know. Pretty weird.

Dream one: I was in my local synagogue on the stage. I picked up a prayer book and turned to page 466. It said “You, the Angel, pass over me. You look at me with your one good eye. You sit beside me, Angel, and I wait for you out in the cold.” WHAT??? Look for that quote on page 466 of any book. 2. I had a vision of my past life. A guy in a trench coat always followed me. He was also the last person I saw before my death. I already uncovered Trench Coat Guy as my French teacher, but he could be working for The Gates of Hell (underground secret cult.) Also! The Devil’s name is Jacob and he drives a white convertible!!

when i was 8 i had extremely bad insomnia from a mix of adhd and my extreme fear of the dark at the time. one night i was staying up and my house was fully quiet, everyone was asleep. if anyone was awake or walking around, i wouldve heard. then i heard music. we had a basic jack in the box toy, it wasnt old or anything. you have to wind it up with the plastic crank on the side and it plays pop goes the weasel like any other jack in the box would. but i was hearing it in the middle of the night, from the lounge room. there was no way anyone was awake, and even if they were why would anyone in my house even my youngest siblings play with a jack in the box in a pitch black living room. it sounds so horror tropey, i know. I instantly hid under the covers for a long while. nothing like thats happened again. maybe the ghost or whatever it was saw how terrible my family life is and ran away lol

It was in a large house that I don't know, but it had some of the attributes of my late grandmother's house. I had three cats, one black cat, one tuxedo cat, and I can't remember the other one. The black cat led me to a kitchen with a large litter box in the middle of the room. The room also had a woman with a very large parrot on her shoulder, as big as a five year old child. She walked close to me and the parrot leaned towards my face and licked my cheek. The weird thing is I've had a similar dream before with the same kitchen room but a different large bird. I can still remember the feeling of the bird licking me.

i don't remember the details *too* clearly, but it was strange enough that it's stuck with me for almost 10 years. My grandfather had passed in 2014, a year or so before this happened. My mom had told me to call my grandma, probably just to talk since she had become lonely after his death, and at that age I hadn't really gotten comfortable speaking on the phone. When the call was picked up, I heard my dead grandfather's voice say "Hello?" multiple times, as if he was trying to see if anyone was on the other end. Like I said, I wasn't comfortable w phone calls, and w out knowing what to say, I hung up. I told my mom what happened, and she called my grandma's number back, and she picked up like normal. There weren't any workers at her house that could've picked up for her that I mistook a man's voice for, and although her voicemail was still recorded by him, the answer was clearly a question, and not the prerecorded message. I still have so much guilt over it, because as a kid I got scared and hung up when I could've let my mom speak to her dad one last time (since he was answering to her phone number and probably thought it was her), and also it would just be so cool to say I've spoken to a ghost. this is the only truly paranormal experience i've had, and really don't know what else it could be.

I was transporting friend in a elevator at school in a specific elevator and clicked the button which had a one with a stat next to it-- I assumed it was the correct one because buttons with stars usually have a star on it. We got there and there was a feeling of dread as soon as the door opened, you could almost feel it heavy on you. We walked and the light from the ceiling almost felt like it 'wasn't the light that was lighting it up' and we turned the corner and saw a door with wire and a thing blocking the window in it. There was also tons of signs on it. I still have nightmare about it to this day. It was just so weird.

My dad works here and answers 911 calls. His and his coworkers offices are in the basement, and they talk about their experiences down there all the time. Pantries slamming shut, knocking, whispering voices, belongings vanishing, and an overall funny feeling throughout the place. I don't have anything to prove this as it's just hearsay, but my dad even said that a mirror down the hall from his office moved on it's own while he watched. According to him, the site where the courthouse building is used to be a hanging tree. On top of that, there's a (albeit fairly small) prison somewhere in the courthouse where people have likely passed away in the past.

A month ago me and my family were going to Disney Orlando, and when we were on the last plane to winnipeg there were 2 girls that looked identicle to each other sitting next to each other. They didn't interact with each other, not saying a word. In fact, the girl on the left wasn't even acknowledging the girl beside her. The girl on the right didn't have any baggage, carry-on, or anything with her. When the flight attendant came to give us pretzels she didn't even look at the girl on the right, not offering her the snack. When we landed I went to the washroom, and I saw the girl that was sitting on the left. (I knew it was her because her backpack on the plane was pink and she had a pink backpack on) I asked her about the girl that was sitting beside her, and she said that nobody was sitting beside her. It was an empty seat. So I was confused, saying to her that I saw somebody that looked identical to her, and she just stared at me with a confused expression. That was fun :D

I was driving up the bridge with my dog in the back when she just started whining, thought she might have to pee but when I pulled over near some grassy area I saw this lady in a wet sundress under a part of the bridge, she looked no older than Idk 27, she had shoulder length brown hair and narrow shoulders that looked almost like paper and she just vanished after a few awkward moments of her just staring at me. She literally vanished. I had something similar happen in a hotel near the same location where I heard someone enter the room while I was watching tv. No one was there, but the door was unlocked and was squeaking on the hinges. Never have I ever lost that much sleep over an *empty* hallway, freaky footsteps and a stupid door.

I’ve never been into the theory of aliens except for the transformer doll incident but one time I was driving home from a family reunion during a VERY DARK night and I was stoped in a line of cars with a cop blocking the cars. He had signaled something at us but he was backlit by his own cop car. We told him he was backlit an he yelled at us to turn around. Me and my fam in the car were confused but we turned around. We took a different route and I was looking out the window ( I was too freaked out to drive for some reason) but as I looked out the window I swear I saw a glowing white man out the window. He was of normal human size but he didn’t have a face. He looked like he was coming out of the trees. I was stressed the entire drive. I asked if anybody else had seen him but nobody had seen anything. Heck. I still shake when talking about it and while I’m typing this.

Hello dear reader, I’ve had a very strange experience this weekend. I live in southern Pennsylvania, but I travelled to an area outside of Scranton to a secluded family owned mountain house. I’m a practicing pagan, and I like to decorate my altar and space with things related to the deities I work with. I was looking for bones. I wandered outside my house into the forest, looking for anything remotely bone colored in the fern groves. I was tuning into the earth’s energy, and I said aloud, “Hello, earth. I’d like to collect some bones. I don’t like killing anyone or anything, but I believe the dead should be honored. Could you show me where to find some bones?” Not a minute later, at the edge of the fern grove, acorns started to fall, but only in a distinct place. They weren’t falling earlier, nor did they fall so heavily afterward. The wind blew in the direction of where the acorns were falling, so I went there. I found a skull and leg bones, right there, where the acorns fell. I believe it is a young deer skull but I’m not entirely certain. I thanked the earth and walked away to clean the bones. An hour or so later, I decided to go out again to look for more. This time I was at the opposite side of the house, in the pine tree forest. I asked the earth again for some bones. There I found these turkey bones. If anyone has had some similar experiences, please let me know. (My discord username is @random.human92) Thank you for reading, Cyrus J.W. P.S. It’s impossible for me to pinpoint the exact location, the marker is just the approximate township.

I've always had borderline psychic abilities. Visions of the future, strange dreams that tended to come true. I brushed it off until I began to see something; or someone more accurately. I called him "The Tall Man." I used to get this sense of prickling and dread when he was around. I used to get this innate and unmistakable fear that he was dangerous. He was twice my size and tended to come around more when I was distressed. I also go to a ranch with my mother, and on multiple instances, I was out feeding a horse out late, and Id see him, feel the dread, and run back to the safety of our car and the presence of other human beings. I still see him sometimes and the only time I've managed to "photograph" him was when I was getting a snack and my own shadow looked like him. To this day I don't understand what he was, where he came from, why he haunted me, or even if he was real at all.

Me and my family were getting ready to move out of that house because it was a bad area to live in and my dad found a better job in another state. I was curious and walked down a hallway to get to the room where my dad was packing some stuff up. I stayed there for a while and then I walked out. When I was walking down the hallway, the light in the center of the room fell directly on my head. The light wasn't old or faulty, and it fell without warning. I was so disoriented that I almost stepped on a piece of glass from the light that shattered on my head just seconds earlier. I also remember a story my mom told me a few years after we had moved out, I believe in 2022 or so. She told me that when I was about 4 years old, I had come into her room shaken up and when my mom asked me what happened, I claimed, "There's something in the walls." she asked me what I meant but I just kept repeating that. I slept in her room that night. I didn't remember that experience, but I take my mom's word for it. I can also recall just general weird dreams where a woman with a long cream colored dress, long black nails, a sunhat, and poofy black hair would stand next to me while I was sleeping. Again, this were just dreams, but I remember them happening quite frequently. She would sing me lullabies and rake my hair gently as I tried to fall asleep. Ever since I moved out, I never had those dreams again, and no weird things happened, and I certainly was never harmed by something in my new house.

We went to bed around 12:30a and almost immediately the power went down due to high winds. I use a fan and a CPAP to sleep, so no power means no sleep. I got up around 2a (which became 3a due to the time change) and decided to walk around the complex and enjoy the wind. So, I went outside and got to the end of my building when I started hearing crying. I looked around and down at the end of the drive (which is pretty long) and there was a figure standing stark against the pitch black from the power cut and clouds. It (she?) was wearing what sort of looked like an old school Victorian one piece nightgown. It was reflecting/giving off a pale light. As soon as I saw it, it went from crying to sobbing and started moving toward me. I shined my phone flashlight at it, which did nothing. It didn't seem to light it up. I couldn't see any clear facial features either, no matter how hard I looked. I called out, "are you okay?" -- no response, just sobbing. I got the distinct impression that this was not a person, and it was pulling an angler fish/hungry spirit move where the sobs were meant to reel me in. So I start quickly walking toward my apartment. I made the 40ft walk and by the time I got to my alcove it had cleared the entire drive (at least triple the distance) and was at the corner of the building I started at. I took one last look at it and shined my light one last time. It stopped making any sound, sat there for a second, and then walked out of sight around the other building. I have no idea what it was, but it was wild.

When I was around 14 I was watching tv in my house at around 8 at night with my mom when she pointed out some shadowy figures in our backyard that she could see through the window from across the room. There had been a break in like a couple months ago in our neighborhood so I'm sure she was just worried about someone casing the house. However, when I go to the window to get a closer look I see what I remember as three figures with hoods over their heads. They were traversing across our backyard from left to right, where there is woods on both sides. One looked up at me and I swear its face had completely black eyes and it didn't look like my neighbors or anyone I knew. It was almost mannequin like. I don't know how to describe it its just like nothing I've ever seen. I do not believe in ghosts and I don't think alien lifeforms have made contact with earth but I can't deny something immensely supernatural and fucked up about that experience. I just can't in my heart say what I saw was human. I told my mom that there were kids in the backyard and one of them had a really creepy face so she just made sure we locked all the doors before we went to bed. Wasn't until recently that I heard about the black-eyed children and it made my blood run cold because I'm sure that's what I saw that night.

Esse meu último relato pode até ser engraçado de ser lido. Mas me garantiram sua veracidade. Todo mundo fala nessa tal cidade sobre avistamento de lobisomens. Todo mundo que eu conheço e pergunto. Dizem ver nas florestas, nos campos e teve um até que jurou que viu um correndo pelas ruas desertas em uma madrugada. O clássico: na lua cheia, as 3 da manhã ou quando os cachorros estão loucos. Todos diziam ouvir uivos misturados com latidos e gritos. Mas o que me surpreendeu foi o relato de um amigo de meu tio, que diz ter ouvido da vó de uma antiga namorada. Sobre o tal lobisomem, que na verdade nem era homem. Era sim um alienígena, isso é o que contam. Que numa certa segunda-feira, uma espaçonave em forma de disco sobrevoou o campo, e deixou em sua grama molhada uma criança, sem cabelos, olhos esbugalhados, cabeça gigantesca, corpo fino e de cor cinza. Algumas pessoas diziam que ela, a criança, tinha algum tipo de doença ou comorbidade. Ela viveu e cresceu escondida das pessoas, mas sempre tinham histórias. A última delas é que a criança, já adolescente fugiu para o meio da floresta, para conhecer a natureza. Nesse dia os cachorros estavam loucos, e ela foi mordida por um deles. Voltou pra casa diferente, babando e rosnando sem parar, andando de quatro patas, e bem mais forte do que era; diziam as más línguas que ela tinha contraído raiva, mas bem sabem os que escondem a verdade, é que ela fora mordida por um lobisomem. Depois de um tempo ela simplesmente desapareceu e nunca mais voltou.

My family lived here for only 6 months. I opened the door 1 night to go to the bathroom, as my eyes adjusted to the hallway someone was standing in the door darker than the darkness. I said a few things to it thinking it was family before I realized it wasn't moving, not even breathing. I saw only darkness that sucked the light from the area it took up shaped like a person, no hat. I closed the door told my sister I wasn't going now and asked if she saw it too she said yes. Weeks later heard mom tell aunt someone had been murdered there according to the neighbors. She had the house blessed, I didn't know about that until after we moved. We had extra living room setup in the garage. When I would be in there alone the washer and dryer would come on by themselves. Mom confirms this, she had to repair it multiple times because of this. After the blessing my dad started having nightmares arguing with a lady that she couldn't come into the house, he didn't know the house had been blessed. One day I heard knocking on the door and answered it, no one was there, the dreams stopped. I found out about the dreams after we moved. I also began sleepwalking in this house. Finally got the nerve to go back over 20 years later and it was boarded up and the doors padlocked at the time.

It was a year or two after high school, my family frequently rented cabins for weekends and weeks during the summer on Lake Corpus Christi. My dad owned a 22-foot Blue Wave saltwater fishing boat, but he had decked it out to also pull ski's etc behind on the lake. A few times that summer we'd be on the lake and wake would suddenly start out of nowhere like a boat was passing us but we'd see nothing. Then the last time I went with them, as the wake was starting i noticed something just under the surface. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it was bigger than anything I had ever seen. I grew up on the beach and water, had firsthand encounters with everything from porpoise to 16–20-foot Hammerhead sharks in the saltwater, 4-6-foot alligator gar, and 6-foot plus American Alligator in fresh-water and the Everglades. This looked like a giant snake the way it moved under the water; it reminded me of an anaconda.

Older tan SUV driving weird in front of us on the highway. I told my partner to be careful and get in a different lane…. The car was kind of driving like someone was asleep at the wheel, randomly slowing or kind of veering off, and it just made me nervous When we passed I saw all of the side windows were covered up with pop up sun shades, the silver kind. “Ah so they just don’t want to be seen…” As we passed I looked back and saw that the car was completely covered in silvery reflectors, the front windshield was just a block of silver. I couldn’t see how someone could be driving this car??? without maybe driving it by watching a camera? Not paranormal but just baffling and kind of creepy.

I was going for a nature walk around a small trail near my house alone in the late afternoon. I had been on this trail many times, and it is a short walk in a small woods that is cut off by a small stream. I even lived right next to the woods as a child, and played there as a toddler. Anyway, I was walking the usual rout but noticed a small, well walked path that I had never seen before. I decided to follow it, out of curiosity, and found that it lead me through a thicker part of the woods, and seemed to go on for hours, with the occasional twist or turn. After a few hours of debating whether I should turn back, I came to a halt in front of what seemed to be a bridge, in the middle of a forest with no water running under it. That in itself is not very unusual, but what was was the graffiti on the bridge- child's drawings of tall and thin creatures with huge black eyes and colorful bodies. They covered the bridge, outside and inside, and I suddenly felt intensly uncomfortable and like someone was watching me. I turned around, and ran back the way I had come, and almost immediately ran into a teenage girl, looking harrowing but smiling. She asked me why I was there, and I told her I was going for a walk, but she kept pushing for specifics of how I found the place. I politely ended the conversation and walked away as fast as I could, and after a few hours got home, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease for days afterwards.

I grew up in a large house in what seemed like the middle of nowhere to me when I was younger. To pass the time, me and my brother would make up stories, imagining all sorts of wondrous creatures that lived in the woods around us. One of our favourites was faeries. We spent weeks making a faerie garden under a large tree by the house, and spent ages there, leaving offerings of sweets and glass crystals occasionally. One night, we were outside with our parents, and no matter what they say, I know I wasn’t asleep. I remember my dreams well, but have always been able to distinguish them from reality. We were by the faerie garden, and while I don’t remember exactly what day it was, I know it was warm, it was dark, we were looking for fireflies. Probably June. I remember seeing wonderfully colourful lights floating all around us, all warm shades of orange and red and pink and yellow, with some in hues of purple and blue. They were large, but not so large that I didn’t think they were fireflies at first. I was young, and that was the only thing I thought they could be. I don’t know what happened after that, but soon enough I was in bed, thinking of those lights. I have brought up that night to my parents many times over the years, even to my brother, but they always say that they remember no such thing happening, and my brother denies ever truly wanting to make the faerie garden with me, despite how enthusiastic he used to be. Now, the garden sits abandoned and forgotten. It hurts to see it like that to some extent, but it doesn’t feel the same as it used to and I don’t think I could bring myself to enter it. Not anymore.

Our kid's body was found on June 10, 2023. A month to the day after this discovery, we had major flooding in central Vermont. Our small rural town got hit hard. After the power went out, we walked around the village to witness the devastation and check on folks. When we came home, we found that our dryer had been turned 45 degrees and moved roughly a foot away from the wall. A year to the day later, we had flooding that was even more destructive. Our kid's death was violent and is still under investigation. It seems as if they aren't letting this town forget.

So when I was young ( like 5 or something) I had a bunch of transformer toys (I know, not very girly) I grew out of them when I became 9 but I swear they would move around my room. I even got a new shockwave and I think he’s moved a few times too.

so when i was staying the night at my e?$1's house, i felt a strange breze going past me. it was odd because all the windows and doors were locked.i heard something outside... a motorbike . i was sleeping downstairs that night and my aunt and her girlfriend were out for dinner tonight. confused at who on earth would be outside at that time in the night it was around 11pm so i looked through the gap in the curtains and there was an eerie figure, on a motor bikedoing all sorts of tricks ... it looked at me and it stopped and smile a sincere smile this reminded me of my cousin who died years ago. it made me feel... safe? my aunts car pulled up in the driveway ... the ghost had vanished, leaving my completely baffeled.

My home has a lot of property attached to it, and the vast majority of it is woods. Naturally, I go exploring in the woods a lot, since I don’t have much else to do in the summer. In the woods, I came across a big diving in the land, and based off what I’ve seen, I can only assume it was once an old quarry, since I find a lot of coal around there. The feeling there is weird, all the birds are quiet and the wind goes still whenever I’m there, and it’s just generally unsettling. Plus, there are little outcrops of rock along the “walls” of the quarry, and there are bunches of bones there. When I say bunches, I mean it. There are easily at least 15 dead animal skeletons there. None of them seem to be organized, they seem to just be scattered around. In one of the little caves below an outcrop, there is a single skull of a coyote, some wind chimes hanging inside the little crevasse, and a chalice. It wasn’t filled with anything, and the lip was chipped. It was supper weird, and I just felt creeped out in general. I generally avoid that quarry if I don’t have to be there. But, whenever something dies on our property, say a deer from roadkill, or a bird that hit the glass of a window too hard, I always bring the body there. It just feels right somehow, like if something is to be left to rot it should be in that quarry.

I live in a very old house, it was built in the 1800’s as a farm house, and has many additions to it that came over the years. There is absolutely nothing standard about the house, a all the windows are strange sizes and the steps are by no means even. The floors creek, as do the doors (This is important, I swear.) The door to my bedroom always opens, then slams shut around 3:30 pm, every day for as long as I’ve lived in the house. For a while, I though it was a draft coming through the windows, but it clearly isn’t, because it happens in winter too, when all the windows are shut. The light source in my room is a touch lamp, and it turns on and off by itself all the time, which has honestly started to get annoying. Eventually, I just started saying “Stop that.” Or “Cut that out.” Any time something like that would happen, and it would stop. The home has had many previous owners, and nothing bad has ever happened there as far as I have researched. The back yard is on a slope that leads down to a creek, and on the hill there are 3 graves. They are very old, and most of the letters have been washed away by many years of weathering. One of the names is readable, and it is “Sarah.” Unfortunately, the last name was too eroded to read, so I couldn’t find an obituary. All I know is that one of them was named Sarah, and they were all previous owners of the house. None of the presences in the home ever feel malicious, and none of their actions have ever been anything more than inconvenient at most.

Pensacola Florida 8/18/24 11:10PM. An hour ago. Someone posted this site in a reddit thread I found when looking for answers. It started as a bright orb hovering over the ocean. It was a deep orange light like an old tungsten bulb (most accurate to the color). So still I thought it was a star, but it was in front of the clouds. I asked my husband if it was a satellite because it was too far up to be a plane or drone. It hung there for five minutes or so. Suddenly it started moving to the right in the sky, to the south, then rapidly got closer…as it got closer (flying southeast, in my right field of vision) it appeared to be a cloaked aircraft with a blinking green light on the left side. No discernible edges to the craft.The bright orb light was gone and in its place was this weird flashing object. No clue what the shape was, again, no outline. Just a green light on one side and I think the other light was red (only the green was flashing). It was totally silent. I watched it approach the high rise to my right in awe, my husband didnt look up from his nintendo switch lol. I was stunned silent. I watched it fly silently until I lost sight of it over the high rise to my right. Would have thought it was a drone if not for the first half of this story, where it started as a bright, completely stationary orange orb.

I live in the middle of the woods. My friends joke that I’m of the fae and can’t grasp the idea of modern idealism because I’m so used to stepping out into the forest and exploring. I can’t remember exactly if the story I’m about to tell you took place after my parents divorce (my mum bought house a couple minutes away from my dads.) but I don’t think it matters too much. One time, my identical twin brother, lu, went out walking in the woods by himself. Which sounds kinda stupid, but it wasn’t hunting season, he was probably wearing bright colors, he had his communication device, and he knew the woods relatively well. Some of the woods belongs to our elderly neighbor, some of it the property of the historical park we lived in. I know my woods very well now, I know where spots I like to hang out are. Back to the story, lu went walking and after a while we noticed he’d been gone for quite a while. I think at one point he called us on his weird kiddy watch thing and told us he was lost. He said he didn’t know where he was, but at one point he stumbled across a little pond. My mother and I looked at a map of where we lived and found that pond, and we went to go looking for him. After quite a while we did, I don’t remember what happened after that (keep in mind I was relatively young at the time, it’s been many years) but I remember once we were back on our property he told me that he had found a “town”. He said he found destroyed sheds made of old, old metal and wire fencing. I remember him saying something about a chicken coop or doghouse, but I think it was just a shed. Now this isn’t too odd, but the thing that still bothers me to this day is that we never found it. I’ve looked through my woods many times, charted locations in my head, and I’ve never come across that little area. When I think of the memory all I can picture are sheds and a wire cage. There is a dog and I fear it may bite me.

Around 4am we saw bright light balls that looked like they came out of the ground. They would travel at high speed any multiple directions.

Hello! This is my story about this white car me and others close to me have been seeing. So usually me and my family visit this store often. We usually get snacks and stuff like that. And in a small town like this you don't really tend to find weird things like this so whenever you do experience phenomenons like this it can be very scary. There is this poll sticking up out of the ground near this shop kinda close to the road. We usually just walk past it but this one time, I was staring at the road and I see this white small car driving on the road coming towards us. I didn't think much of it at first until the car just disappeared once it passed the poll from what I could see. Sure this only happened once to me ever but my mom is really into matrix and stuff like that so when I saw it, it really freaked me out. No one else in my family saw it besides me. But sooner or later I asked my uncle about it and he said hes seen that more than 2 times over in that area. I feel like there's something that is causing this yet I have no idea. It's just a weird thing I thought Id share for my first post. Thank you.

Oi, eu tinha descido para brincar com as minhas amigas, nos brincamos e quando ficou de noite iamos subir, mas minha amiga estava indo para o predio dela ate que sentiu um empurrao e caiu no chao du nada, ela ralou um pouco o joelho, entao nao foi fake.

One night I was getting something to eat in my kitchen, going for the fridge. When you enter the kitchen it's just an open frame and to the left there is the fridge. As I turned around after retrieving something, I briefly saw what looked like an emaciated head poking into the entrance of the kitchen, which quickly pulled out of view. That is when at the time of this writing I started to connect the dots; when I was younger I was sitting on the floor watching TV when all of a sudden I heard someone or something whisper in my ear "Hi"; it sounded like a male in his 30s or 40s,, and I was all alone that time. Maybe it was that entity that poked its head into the kitchen looking at me.

White shaggy haired humanoid like animal running on four legs from the middle Fork River across the road into and the woods just before a thunderstorm at around 10pm

Um OVNI grande com formato redondo oval com fogo

Uma noite eu estava no meu quarto assistindo vídeos, (de terror) até que eu vi a minha gata miando, então eu fui lá abrir a porta para ela (a noite, ela sai de casa e vai para o quintal para fazer suas necessidades, e eu tenho que abrir a porta para ela) então eu fui lá abrir a porta para ela, mas só que eu virei e vi que ela estava dormindo, em uma cadeira, e tinha alguma coisa atrás da porta, E aí eu senti que eu tava sendo observada então eu saí correndo E voltei para o meu quarto, eu não sei o que aconteceu, desculpa qualquer erro de escrita espero que vocês tenham gostado, e até mais Detalhes: Era umas 21:00 ou 22:00 Todo mundo estava dormindo Eu estava assistindo um vídeo falando de skinwalker (eu não sei se aquilo era um skinWalker poderia ser um gato de rua)

Community reports of a bat-winged lurking form on the top of our lift bridge. The first oil spill in our Bayou happened a few weeks later. See links below https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=992308569023926&set=gm.7534268120029604&idorvanity=743980399058444&locale=fr_FR https://www.facebook.com/reel/769193288484960

Um animal estranho em quatro patas grande caçando no bosque do condomínio acho que era um chupa cabra

Na minha escola no último dia de aula eu e meu amigo estávamos conversando e eu comecei a falar das minhas primeira experiência com monstros, fantasmas até que ele disse que também já viu essas coisas até que ele olhou para árvore pela janela da sala e viu uma grande criatura negra sem cor que parecia a de um jogo chamado popy playti e qundo fui olhar tinha simplesmente sumido,ficamos alguns minutos falando disso até que donada comecei a passar male depois de 1 minutos passou achei estranho,meu amigo pediu a professora para ir ao banheiro quando chegou disse ele me disse que parecia estar sendo sigido até o banheiro depois eu também fui pra checar e aconteceu a mesma coisa falei isso pra minha amiga até que ela foi ao banheiro pra checar também e ela voutol dizendo que a luz do banheiro piscou o chão tremeu e ela disse que ouviu uma espécie de coisa cantarolando e quando olhei a mão dela tinha um machucado no dedo como se forre um aranhão e ela sempre fugia do assunto quando perguntava sobre o dedo dela quando fui embora não aconteceu nada meses depois fiquei com tanta raiva da quelas coisas que xingue elas numa rampa sozinho até que escutei um barulho na telha que estava emsima de mim era como se fosse um barulho semelhante a um gato raivoso fui checar e não tinha nada fugi pra sala, no recreio olhei pra telha novamente e vi uma pessoa negra sem olho nem boca como uma sombra correndo e sumiu no ar . Meses depois quando estava na vã indo pra escola olhei pro telhado de uma casa e vi uma mariposa pousando com tanta força no telhado que quase_o quebrou suas asas tinham pelo menos o tamanho de uma criança de 5 anos seu corpo também de largura era o tamanho de um pré adolescente até hoje não superei isso.

It was a rainy day when I went for a walk around and then headed into the nearby forest to go to the river. The walk was normal up until I came close to the river when all of a sudden all the frogs and birds stopped making noise. I could barely see the river through the bushes and trees and saw what I first thought was foam but then it rose and moved upstream. I realized I was looking at the fur of some sort of bipedal creature and at that point it had left my vision. I unsheathed my pocket knife and walked backwards while slightly crouching until I got out of the forest at which point I ran home

Last week I was driving back to Malaga from Ronda. It was a full moon and very chill ride with Cindy Lee music. For about 5 minutes i felt a bit creeped out it was around midnight by then. My parents were both looking at a rat on the road but i was still looking at the bushes on the side of the highway, i saw a tall all white person with glowing eyes and a small white person next to it, they were skinny and had blackish grey eyes which were the only things i could make out from their bodies, i dont know if they were glowing from the headlights or because they glow. My parents didnt see them because they saw the rat. It freaked me out a bit but it wasnt the worst ive seen, just caught me by suprise. I know the land over there was pretty haunted. I dont know if they were a spirit or cryptoid or what

Essa história é bem curta e foi meu quinto acontecimento paranormal que até hj tá acontecendo. Tudo começou quando tinha 10 ou 11 anos eu estava na minha sala a noite vendo TV, quando eu fui ver o horário já era 2 horas da manhã, mais não me importava e continuei a ver normalmente, até que a TV trava e tudo fica verde, eu olho pra janela e ouvo esse barulho:"tric trac tric trac..." sem parar parecendo que tava fazendo um buraco pra entrar pra dentro, bem eu me assustei e fui correndo avisar meus pais e eles falaram que era gato e eu acreditei, pra não ter mais medo ainda. Tinha passado uma semana do ocorrido e novamente isso acontece mais dessa vez eu fico parada e quieta, o barulho para e tudo fica quieto demais, e a TV troca de canal é eu troco e boto pro oque eu tava vendo, fiquei com mais medo ainda e fui dormir como se nada tivesse acontecido. Se passa 1 mês e minha mãe tinha lavado a cortina e tava sem lá na sala (a janela é aquelas de porta) E eu me lembro do barulho e decido que eu vou ficar até as 2 da manhã pra ver quem era aquele ser, chega de noite e como tinha dito fiquei lá, e chega o horário com mt medo só esperei e quando já estava desistindo eu olho pra trás e vejo um humano sem olho sem nariz e com a pele preta e quando eu digo preta é preto, e só com os olhos vermelhos e piscando a posição não era humana, como boa medrosa que sou corri e até deixei a TV ligada e fui dormir e no outro dia não falei uma palavra sobre aquilo e nunca mais toquei no assunto. Até hoje, só estou contando aqui pq queria testar o site, a história é real e tanto que de vez em quando a relatos dessa mesma coisa na minha vizinha

i dreamed about using this site once

around 2016. I was in elementary school 4-5 grade or so. It was night time, after my karate class. We had to stop by CVS on the way home. I stayed in the car, I was sitting in the trunk of our jeep because we had a big family and there wasn’t enough room. I was looking out of the window when I saw these lights, I remember they were either white or grayish or gold. There were buildings blocking and it was farther away on the horizon so I didn’t see exactly where from but they were floating up into the air from the ground. There were several of them. They slowly floated up until they reached a certain point in the sky and it was as if they like hit something because when they reached that point an even bigger light flashed and the lights dissapeared, almost as if it was little ships going into a mothership? I’ve tried doing research but have never been able to find anything. If you have any leads or similar experience or answers email me! theodore.troutman@gmail.com

Aqui é uma cidade de 15 minutos, e tem câmeras por todos os lugares, então, já passa uma sensação de monitoramento. Tudo tem seu ônus e bônus, pois c isso a criminalidade não é alta! Mas comecei achar tudo muito estranho qdo comecei a tomar sol na varanda e minhas pernas ficarem com marcas de pequenos hexágonos, como se houssese uma cúpula sobre a cidade e a a luz fosse refratada (como aqueles hexagonos no canto superior do vidro da frente do carro). Fiquei tomando sol assim por 1 ano e fiz perguntava p as pessoas se viam isso na minha perna, e todas disseram: sim. Então, fui p praia em outro Estado e igualei o bronzeado, no início das férias os hexágonos ficaram super evidentes, depois o bronzeado igualou. Voltei, e comecei a tomar sol na piscina, achei q essas manchas poderia ser pela posição angular ao sol, da minha varanda. Nesse dia, eu estava sozinha e vi no céu 2 orbis e filmei, e chamei o porteiro, e todo mundo viu a mesma coisas. Mostrei o vídeo p meus parentes, e ficaram c aquela cara de interrogação. Eles se mexiam, eram no tom cinza para branco e não tinha como ser balão, helicóptero ou drone. Eu acho que essa cidade é monitorada e faz parte de algum projeto estranho por se fazer tudo em 15 minutos, certinho, p qq direção! Uma cúpula limitado o espaço de 15 minutos que gerou as manchas na pele e os orbis que viagiam a cidade, como um jogo City Skyline.

Aqui é uma cidade de 15 minutos, e tem câmeras por todos os lugares, então, já passa uma sensação de monitoramento. Tudo tem seu ônus e bônus, pois c isso a criminalidade não é alta! Mas comecei achar tudo muito estranho qdo comecei a tomar sol na varanda e minhas pernas ficarem com marcas de pequenos hexágonos, como se houssese uma cúpula sobre a cidade e a a luz fosse refratada (como aqueles hexagonos no canto superior do vidro da frente do carro). Fiquei tomando sol assim por 1 ano e fiz perguntava p as pessoas se viam isso na minha perna, e todas disseram: sim. Então, fui p praia em outro Estado e igualei o bronzeado, no início das férias os hexágonos ficaram super evidentes, depois o bronzeado igualou. Voltei, e comecei a tomar sol na piscina, achei q essas manchas poderia ser pela posição angular ao sol, da minha varanda. Nesse dia, eu estava sozinha e vi no céu 2 orbis e filmei, e chamei o porteiro, e todo mundo viu a mesma coisas. Mostrei o vídeo p meus parentes, e ficaram c aquela cara de interrogação. Eles se mexiam, eram no tom cinza para branco e não tinha como ser balão, helicóptero ou drone. Eu acho que essa cidade é monitorada e faz parte de algum projeto estranho por se fazer tudo em 15 minutos, certinho, p qq direção! Uma cúpula limitado o espaço de 15 minutos que gerou as manchas na pele e os orbis que viagiam a cidade, como um jogo City Skyline.

Era por volta de outubro de 2022, eu tinha começado a sair com um garoto quando tudo começou. Eu nunca tive problemas de acordar no meio da madrugada porém nessa noite foi bem diferente, na época minha cama ficava de frente para a porta do meu quarto que também era de frente para o meu banheiro, eu dormia com os pés para a porta. Nessa noite eu acordei repentinamente por volta das 03:00 da manhã, assim que olhei o relógio do meu celular tive a estranha sensação de estar sendo observado, nessa hora eu olhei para os meus pés, consegui ver uma sombra estranha no banheiro, a princípio pensei que fosse uma toalha pendurada, mas quando minha visão se adaptou pude ver a figura alta no fundo do banheiro, se parecia com um homem tão alto que ultrapassava a entrada do banheiro, seus braços e pernas eram cumpridos e ele tinha o cabelo grande também. Eu o encarei pelo que pareceu minutos e foi quando eu adormeci do nada. Hoje em dia eu não consigo mais dormir com a porta do banheiro aberta. Não foi a primeira vez que eu o vi, mas foi o episódio mais assustador, e depois que eu parei de sair com o garoto, citado no início, esses episódios pararam. TRANSLATION BY GOOGLE TRANSLATOR: It was around October 2022, I had started seeing a boy when it all started. I've never had a problem waking up in the middle of the night, but that night it was very different, at the time my bed was facing the door to my bedroom, which was also facing my bathroom, I slept with my feet facing the door. That night I woke up suddenly at around 3:00 am, as soon as I looked at the clock on my cell phone I had the strange feeling of being watched, at that time I looked at my feet, I could see a strange shadow in the bathroom, at first I thought it was a hanging towel, but when my vision adjusted I could see the tall figure at the back of the bathroom, it looked like a man so tall that he was over the entrance to the bathroom, his arms and legs were long and he had big hair too . I stared at him for what seemed like minutes and that's when I fell asleep out of nowhere. Nowadays I can no longer sleep with the bathroom door open. It wasn't the first time I saw him, but it was the scariest episode, and after I stopped going out with the boy mentioned at the beginning, these episodes stopped.

Estava na catequese quando vi imagens de coisas e pedi pra deus que o mal saise da minha vida ai no futurinho nesse mês dia 10 a dia 14 eu esquetei meu pai me chamando mas ele tava trabalhando e no dia 15 eu e meu irmão estávamos sósinhos eu escutei um gato na rua mas meu gato taba dentro de casa eu me sinto seguro com Deus

TW: brief Mention of self ending life. 4 friends and I came to London Ontario to host and facilitate a market specifically for folks of the pagan and witchcraft spaces. We are not ones to shy away from experiences in high strangeness. However, as soon as the via rail train came close to the London stop, we began experiencing things that just make all of us very uneasy. This could be a 2,000 word essay but I will sum up some of the more eerie bits. Firstly, the train, it felt like the ride would literally never end. When the announcer would say 10 mins to London, we swear this happened a number of times. All of us experienced this. We chalked it up to us all being very tired from our flights from B.C. We didn’t get to our Airbnb until past 10PM. With the time change and flying it all felt pretty strange, so we all just hung out in the Airbnb - had pizza and went to sleep because we had to be up very early for the market we hosted. We noticed on the ride over to centennial hall that the whole town just felt vacant, it was a Saturday and there was supposed to be a music concert in the park right in front of the hall….yet nothing was being set up. The hall was amazing- our tech was such a lovely human being and was stoked for us to be there bringing our witchcraft and wyrdness to London and centennial hall. Our tech clearly loved their job and the building itself felt that… we were in the lower level area, upstairs is the auditorium. When I walked down the stairs there is a curved foyer to get into the hall, that felt a little liminal but nothing too spooky. The market got going and then I forgot about ebbing except for having everything run smoothly. When I finally had a moment I went to the bathroom. Immediately if felt like entering a back room. To the left was the bathroom, down a long hallway that felt like it went on forever. Even though you could clearly see the end. To the right is picture #1, a stairwell going down.. this could have been an entrance to the underground parking area. I couldn’t believe how eerie it felt. I entered the space to the right instead of heading straight to the bathroom. Immediately to the right of that space was a stairwell going up.. I looked up and say picture #2. It just didn’t make sense, I was puzzled but again, nothing too weird. I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I decided to enter the hall from the opposite side so that I can see what was at the end of the hallway. About 2/3rds of the way, the sensation I usually feel when my psychic senses are piqued happened. Along with this sensation I had the feeling that indeed, the hallway would go on forever. And then like a blip I was at the very end where the entrance back to the hall was. I went further into the alcove space. It was an exact replica of what was on the opposite end of the hall only there wasn’t s little room to the left, it was the entrance to the hall, and then further you go it goes downstairs (again assuming it was for the underground). To the left, of the stairwell is the classroom entrance….why they would need 4 entrances into the classroom I will never know but we will get to the architecture later. As I stepped into the classroom immediately to my right was the darkest visual spot I’ve ever seen, I later found out it is a mop closet. I wish I had taken a picture because as our tech described, it’s the most Saw movie looking thing you’ve ever seen, and it was aptly described. My body literally propelled me past that point. I went through the large accordion door back into the main hall and picked up the market where I left off. A couple hours later, I went to the back of the market area where the kitchen was to get to the loading bay on ground level, there is also 2 doors to get to the classroom to get to this location, and another hallway picture #3. We later found out at the end of the hall is the very old boiler room, complete with hissing and clanking. Our tech was busy upstairs because we were all set downstairs. The next time I saw them, I asked about whether there was anything they noticed about the building or if they had any experiences…..and I quote “oh yeah I do! It’s like a back room! And there’s a ghost. His name is George and he lives in the mop closet and sometimes he isn’t kind”..okay cool, good to know. So at the end of the night our tech agreed to have a little mini tour with us, I voice recorded it (7:29). I told them I wanted to just walk with them and if they could tell me what they experienced I would tell them what I experienced after. They also let us know that the architect of the building ended his own life because the city kept changing his plans for the hall, which is why everything feels so disconnected, why there’s loops where there shouldn’t be, long halls where there shouldn’t be. Just nothing feels quite right. We shared our experiences and then wrapped up the rest of the evening. If I have permission to share the v recording I will come back to update. Fast forward to how bizarre this town his, my partner said it feels like everyone is s pod person, or like the beta version of a reality that didn’t get updated lol We all felt pretty uneasy about the whole town and the weather and heat index didn’t help. So we decided for our final day to go to the movie theatre. Welp, imagine cinema was in an all but condemned mall…it was EMPTY except for a few people. We walked in the mall the try to find the cinema but the escalators weren’t working picture #4. Not a big deal, but it was really eerie and we were just gobsmacked by how strange this entire experience was. There were no people either. Like there were in the cinema but on the streets and sidewalks, even on Saturday, it was just empty. No one hanging out or walking around. The architecture around Ontario is gorgeous, but London Ontario all for every house that looks like it’s well kept, there are 4 that aren’t. Like yes economically it’s not great it just feels for with everything else we noticed and felt. There are a few more things but I need to stop there. Because quite frankly, we’re still here and I just really want to get out of here.

Houve um avistamento na região rural de um "homem" com olhos brilhantes de felinos. Uma noite, por volta das 22h, dirigia-se por uma estrada de chão para chegar a uma casa localizada num sitio onde estava ocorrendo um churrasco e uma confraternização entre familiares. Era um trecho curto de estrada bem sinuosa e esburacada então se fazia necessário dirigir devagar e com atenção. O trajeto dura cerca de 30 minutos. Num dos trechos retos uma figura de media estatura, que parecia vestir um terno com uma gravata borboleta roxa, foi iluminada pelos faróis. Destacavam-se os olhos brilhantes que se assemelhavam com os de gatos, de felinos em geral. Não posso dar uma descrição das feições pois foi tão marcante os olhos felinos e a gravata borboleta roxa que o entorno parece que se tornou um borrão.

I’ve grown up here but my parents took us on a lot of holidays throughout my childhood, and throughout the years each return home has felt tougher than the last. There’s something so thin and falsifying about this place, the dampened grey pathetic excuse of a sky, the thick nulling woodlands twisting into copy and paste formats of the same dreary towns. I might sound like a nihilistic whiny teenager whining over how much i hate everything, but i don’t. I’ve seen beauty in the world, and felt it. Anyone who has lived here will understand how painfully depressing it is, to the point of questioning reality. It feels like a liminal space, a back room, the place a non player character drifts around when no one is online.

Minha família e católica e por conta disso sempre fui bem chegado na igreja e tbm virei uma guarda da santa e por conta disso eu recebi um terço de guarda o terço era bemzido por um padre antes de chegar na minha mão, quando eu ia dormi eu e meus pais tínhamos o costume de fazer uam oração antes de dorme e nesse tempo eu dormia no quarto deles por que eu tinha medo de dormi sozinho e nessa noite nos fizemos a oração normal como sempre e todas as vezes que fazíamos uma oração eu guardava meu terço dentro do quadra roupa que ficava do lado da rede em que eu dormia e eu sempre deixa o terço de uma maneira específica e depôs de guardar o terço eu sempre fechada aporta do guarda roupa pos eu não conseguia dormi com ela aberta , e depois que fiz tudo isso fui pra minha rede dormi , e mas tarde da noite eu acordo e quando olho pro lado vejo uma mulher muito alto com uma saia rosa bem grande e suja que ia até o chão e uma xasa tbm rosa mas em outro tô que tbm estava sujo e ela estava mechedo no meu terço, no momento que vi ela me assustei e quando ela foi olhar pra mim eu gritei e pfechei os olhos e quando abri vi a porta do guarda roupa aberta e meu terco totalmente mexido do jeito que eh nao deixava ,meus pai acordaram na mesma hora e me perguntarão oque tinha acontecido e eu expliquei oque tinha visto e ele incrivelmente acreditaram em mim e me ajudaram a dormi denovo , e até hj eu não sei oque rolou na quela noite me pergunto oque foi aquilo e não sei explicar oque aconteceu, isso já aconteceu a uns 8 anos pos eu tenho 16 anos agora e quando aquilo ocorreu eu era uma criança ainda

Era de tarde e eu estava na casa da minha mãe e mãe tinha botado a minha comida no prato, e eu fui no quarto da minha mãe pra assistir o Youtube e decidi pega o Tanborete preto pra coloca meu prato no Tanborete. Quando eu coloquei meu parto no Tanborete e virei minha cabeça pra cima e olhei pra janela, eu vi uma garota pálida com vestido branco e com cabelos cinzas com preto e eu sai do quarto eu fui pra minha prima que estava deitada no sofá e falei "foi você que passou no terraço?" ela respondeu "não" e lembrei que minha irmã tava deitada cama e minha mãe comendo e meu pai comendo também.

Era de tarde e eu estava na casa da minha mãe e tava na hora do almoço e mãe botou a minha comida eu fui pro quarto dela pra comer lá e assistindo no YouTube na TV, eu decidi pega um Tanborete pra coloca meu prato e eu peguei o Tanborete e coloquei no chão. Mas quando eu coloquei o prato no Tanborete e levantei a cabeça e olhei pra janela... Eu vi uma garota pálida vestindo com um vestido cinza e com cabelos pretos e cinzas e eu vi o rosto dela, ela parecia com a minha prima eu não tinha certeza que era ela, eu abri a porta e eu vi ela deitada no sofá eu peguntei a ela se ela tinha passado no terraço e ela tinha falado que não. Eu percebi que minha irmã tava deitada na cama e minha mãe e meu pai tavam na mesa comendo...

Esse outro relato é do meu tio. Ele sempre andava nos matos perto da floresta e por vezes seguia as antigas trilhas ao lado do pequeno riacho. Eram suas caminhadas espirituais matinais, e por vezes noturnas. Tinham dias que ele fazia esse caminho, dando suas voltas pelos matos, até de madrugada. Ele dizia que quase toda a vez, sentia um frio na barriga e um sentimento de que estava sendo observado por algo. Foi em uma dessas madrugadas, quase topando um novo dia, que ele ouviu, ao seu lado estalos no mato, como passos pesados, e o arrastar de troncos das árvores. Eram altos e estrondosos estalos. Virou a cabeça e viu alguma coisa subindo nas árvores. Depois de ver aquilo ele só pensou em correr até chegar pálido e ofegante na casa onde estava minha família e amigos. Ele afirma que não era um animal, pois o corpo daquele ser, embora pequeno, de um metro e pouquinho, tinha corpo de um homem, pernas de bode, e uma calda. Além de ser bem magro sua pele tinha um tom avermelhado. Depois desse ocorrido, meu tio nunca mais saiu de casa.

Something at my door Wonder who its looking for Not the Amazon guy Because clearly it can fly..

Me and my friends like to go to the public library every Wednesday after school and every once and awhile we’ll be there after dark and you can here voices and noises that don’t sound right in the woods behind the library. One time I was with a friend when we heard something like cult chanting in the woods and very unusual animal sounds. Another time my friends were hanging out in the woods after they sunset and I left randomly because I went to wait for my parents to pick me up and they heard high pitch screaming in the woods. Usually when we hear things in the woods we assume it’s just deer but I don’t think deer can scream the way my friends described the sound. We like to make jokes that it’s Skinwalkers when we hear the voices and screams but it feels like they get closer every time we make jokes about it.

Para contexto minha janela e daquelas no estilo frances, grandes e abertas e extremamente luminosas. Sendo assim, numa noite quando guardei meus fones de ouvido e celular para dormir como faco quase toda noite tropecei com os olhos no telhado vizinho, aonde parecia ter uma sombra preta de algo sentado nele, a criatura parecia humanoide e conforme a luz da lua e do poste batia contra sua figura era possivel notar que tinha cabelos longos e desgrenhados. Deitado em minha cama, encarando fixamente tive a impressao de ve-la mexer seu pescoco. Nao sei ao certo o que era, mas toda noite a figura preta esta la. Isso me assusta.

While walking the side trail, besides a unique strange feeling and chills, I was able to hear a constant and clear beeping noise coming from near a small lookout. I tried to find the source of it, but wasn't able to.

Eu não lembro muito do Dia da data que ocorreu essa história mas lembro como ela aconteceu Bom era um dia muito bom o sol não tão quente e não tão gelado mas era morno quando minha mãe foi sair pra ver o céu ela viu um bicho preto voando ela me chamou para ver e o bicho parecia um cavalo ou uma pessoa até um certo momento o bicho sumiu nas nuvens ninguém sabe se é algo mitológico ou algo extraterrestre. ...

Estava retornando do sítio dos meus pais em um sábado a tarde, por volta das 17:40 e antes de chegar na estrada é necessário ir por um ramal com estrada de chão mesmo e no caminho tem algumas fazendas, o que facilita a vista do horizonte devido aos grandes pastos. E nesse dia, a tarde estava meio nublada, com muitas nuvens no céu, nesse percurso, vimos uma luz branca se movimentando no céu, mais rápida e muito mais alta que um avião, além de mim, outras pessoas que estavam no carro também avistaram e nós se quer tivemos ação de pegar o telefone e filmar pois além de rápido a luz logo adentrou às nuvens e desapareceu. O mais bizarro é que na semana seguinte alguns jornais locais noticiaram aparições estranhas nos céus em alguns municípios próximos desse local.

My aunt (who has since passed) lived alone in a small house here for many years. She had a handful of people throughout the years tell her it was haunted and one (a house sitter if I remember correctly) actually spoke or communicated with him and was convinced it was the ghost of a man who saw my aunt as his girlfriend of sorts and hung around to protect her and keep her company. I’m not sure if my aunt herself ever had any direct experiences with him, but she always talked about the fact that there was indeed a male ghost that existed in her house. I wish I’d asked her more about it. I stayed there many times, and while I never saw or heard him, it definitely felt like someone else was around. She’s passed away some years ago now. I wonder sometimes if the two of them have ever met up in the ghost world now. I hope so.

When I was a kid (not positive on age, I’d guess around 6 or 7), I was playing with toys by myself in our families living room. I clearly remember seeing a light grey shape on the floor near the window in the sun. Thinking it was our dog who was a large fluffy grey critter, I played contentedly for quite some time while the shape hung out nearby. Only when I heard our dog barking in the backyard did I look directly at the shape. I don’t remember it having any discernible features, it was a misty light grey cloud type shape around the size of a large dog or small person. Low to the ground like a dog or cross legged sitting person. You could see through it to the floor and wall behind it. I didn’t look too hard at it because as soon as I realized it wasn’t my dog I ran downstairs to find my mom. By the time we came back upstairs it was gone. I remember being freaked out because it surprised me and I didn’t have an explanation for it, but I also remember it not feeling ominous or at all “scary” if that makes sense. I never told anyone about it because I assumed no one would believe me. As a kid I always thought it was the ghost of our older dog who’d died a few years before, but as an adult I’m not sure. The house was built in the early 1900s, lots of beings could have existed there over that time. All I know is I’ve never seen anything remotely like it in the 30 years since. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life I’m sure.

Most days, I walk on the forested side of Dickey Drive at Emory's Atlanta campus. On this day, the strangeness started when a finch flew down near me and screeched to get my attention before flying for about a minute closely around me. Not normal, not necessarily anything to worry about. As I went further down the street, I felt like a person was behind me. It's a narrow sidewalk, so it's not entirely unusual. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw a person with a white T-shirt in the corner of my eye — blurry. I started to cross the street to give them room, but when I looked fully behind me, that person in the T-shirt was about fifty yards behind me, not right over my shoulder as I had seen when I glanced. I glanced a second time, again seeing this person directly behind me, only for them to be a significant distance on a second look. Not sure what this was but it was very unsettling

Eu tava no meu quarto até que eu tropecei e literalmente parei nas beckroom, eu não me lembro de muitos detalhes, só me lembro de ter entrado

Eu tava dando um passeio até que uma espécie de nave espacial que parecia ter três pernas em baixo passou em cima de mim

Waking dreams, visions might be a better term as it's after I've woken up, I can see places, sometimes empty, sometimes with someone that doesn't look familiar there. As a test for lucid dreaming, I tried manipulating things, talking to the person I saw but I was ignored as if I wasn't there. Could this be remote viewing? Even though I have no idea who,where or what I'm looking at. It doesn't last long enough to try more, so far anyway.

Eu nasci e cresci nessa cidade, e desde que me entendo por gente, havia o hospital abandonado (o qual ja publiquei anteriormente aqui) e essa casa, perto da igreja matriz. Essa casa pertencia ao médico que era dono do hospital e estava abandonada desde os anos 1995 (mais ou menos a mesma época que o hospital fechou). Conta-se a lenda na cidade que esse médico fazia parte de uma sociedade secreta e que na casa dele eram realizados vários rituais macabros. Muita gente dizia que haviam caixões que ficavam dispostos verticalmente nas paredes do interior da casa. Particularmente eu nunca vi, pois nunca entrei na casa como eu entrei no hospital, mas eu passei em frente a essa casa durante vários anos da minha vida, pois era o caminho que eu fazia para a escola todos os dias. Diversas vezes em que passei, geralmente sozinho e a pé, eu sentia uma coisa ruim. Uma sensação de estar sendo vigiado por alguém que estava dentro da casa. Duas vezes eu vi com meus próprios olhos um vulto branco que parecia se movimentar dentro da casa, que por sinal ainda tinha cortina nas janelas. Sempre tinha essa sensação ruim, como um luto, um pesar no coração, toda vez que passava por lá. Eu poderia fazer outro caminho, mas eu tinha esperança que isso talvez seria coisa da minha cabeça e no fundo queria que isso passasse, mas isso nunca aconteceu. Depois de alguns anos, por volta de 2008 ou 2009, não me lembro exatamente, a casa foi demolida e outras residências foram construídas. Eu cresci e me mudei de cidade, mas até hoje essa sensação estranha parece pairar sobre as casas que foram construídas.

Time: 10:44pm EDT Location: 30 N Layman Ave, Indpls, IN Sitting on front porch when I observed a bright white sphere at approximately due west, approximately 40 degrees above horizon. Object was about size of a pencil eraser in size from my vantage point. Object was moving at a slow to moderate speed to the south/southwest. Height unknown but appeared to be at same height approximately as low planes fly when passing over to land at airport. No noise associated with object. Object turned abruptly but smoothly to the west / southwest. Shortly after turning, view became obstructed by clouds. I moved to the sidewalk to see if it might reappear after moving out of clouds but did not see again after that. Object was bright (full moon bright) but did not illuminate area around it. Object was moving slower than fireballs/ meteorites/ space debris that I’ve seen before. It was the object turning direction that stuck out as well. It turned in a smooth small arc about 30 degrees from original direction. Object did not appear to slow down as it turned. Total time of observation was about 5 seconds. Object did not appear to be burning (no smoke or bubbling or flame) and brightness was consistent (no dimming or flickering or flaring) until fading due to becoming obscured by cloud coverage.

I only have one in the main building, so I’ll knock that one out first. While doing floor checks one night with a co-worker, we pasted a wooden cabinet. When we initially pasted it, the doors were closed. After, we came back, all of them were open. Now, you can write that off as we both missed it because we’re human; we have flaws. But the next three are just weird All three take place in the Dolly Madison House (DMH): I had to do my final floor check for the night. It was about 10-10:30. I started on the second floor because it was the fastest way to get to the DMH from where I was. As I rounded the corner, I saw a light that I never seen before. When I got to where the light should be, it was gone. No door shut. No new lights. So, I chalked it up to me seeing things. Then as I go to get on the elevator, I hear the door knob behind turn. It’s turning like someone is having trouble opening the door. Then the door flies open; it is pitch black in the room and no one behind the door, then it slammed shut. I said, “Nah.” Walked back to the break room geared down and waited to clock out. Next two happened after I switched to day work. I was walking to the bathroom. DMH’s was the closest. I heard a lady’s voice talking and laughing. I didn’t think nothing of it because they’re multiple rooms nearby. I assumed someone was in one of the rooms. If that was the case, I wouldn’t be here typing this story. As I pasted the rooms all doors were wide open and no one was there. Needless to say, I found another place to relieve myself. The last one is this one particular door. It slams shut on its own occasionally. There’s no draft, for this door leads to the basement; there’s no vents and the next closet door is basically around the corner and has been closed every time I’ve personally witnessed this. Lastly, this door is not light, you have to put force behind it for it close. I didn’t include other people stories because we’d be here all day and night, and I personally didn’t witness it. But something I left out is that it always feels as if someone is behind you in the DMH at night.

eu vi um vulto quando estava dormindo no quarto da mnha mãe,eu não liguei,apenas ignorei-o mais depois eu acordei para me ajeitar,pois eu estava descoberto,eu olhei para a janela e vi um liquido viscoso escorrendo por ela,era como baba -saliva-eu até abri e fechei os olhos para me acreditar do que estava a ver,eu vi de novo o vulto,mas dessa vez era do lado de fora da janela,eu só estava com muito medo,eu peguei e cai no sono de volta. de manhã as 5;00 por ai,eu levantei e fui para a cozinha,mas pera chegar até ela eu precisaria passar pela sala de jantar,antes mesmo de eu botar o pe na sala. a geladeira abriu,um barulho de porta rangendo-e eu vendo lá de longe um rato gigante saindo,o bicho demoniaco comia toda a comida da geladeira,ele estava raivoso.

quando era crança tinha uma boneca,a boneca era daquelas que tinham um aparelho no meio da barriga e quando apertava a boneca falava,bom eu tinha uns 6,7,8,nao me lembro bem,eu tinha varias bonecas mas eu gostava mas das minhas barbies...eu nao gostava buito de brincar com essa boneca,entao dexava ela mas de lado,bom voltando au assunto,certo dia acordei tomei cafe e fui brincar, esse dia eu nao parava de brincar, briquei , brinquei, ate ficar de noite,minha mae mandou eu ir dormir,deitei,enquato isso minha mae estava escovando os dentes,e a buneca estava em cima da mequina de lavar,ate que eu escuto alguem dizendo,vem brincar comigo...vamo brincar,eu amo abraços e uma risada estranha,(hahaaááwwwww),minha mae solta um grito e eu começo a chorar e minha irmã grita e dps chora meu pai correu pra ver oq aconteceu e eu fui junto,e minha mae fala que :(a boneca falou) detalhe ja tinha acabado a pilha dela fazia tempo,fazia muito tempo que ela nao falava ,(bom tempo),meus pais tacaram fogo na boneca,e seja la oque aconteu aquele dia eu sempre vejo vulto e ecuto ruidos a noite quando vou dormir,desenvouvir fobia de boneca e des daquele dia eu nao brinco mas de boneca....

Ah, lembro-me bem desse dia! Era uma manhã cheia de mistérios e cores alaranjadas. Eu sempre fui curioso, então acordei cedo para não me atrasar para a escola, mas também porque queria ver o nascer do sol. Adorava observar os raios solares e a cor alaranjada da manhã. Enquanto eu olhava pelas portinholas, ouvi os sons dos cachorros correndo e algo estranho os perseguindo. Era uma coisa medonha e escura, que subiu na árvore de caju e ficou na ponta, como se quisesse se fundir a ela, enquanto os cachorros latiam furiosamente. Fiquei quietinho, com medo de chamar atenção para aquela criatura, e decidi voltar para a cama até que os primeiros raios de sol aparecessem. Não queria sair sem a luz do sol e sem meus pais acordarem. Mais tarde, quando todos estavam indo para a escola, percebi que no lugar daquela coisa estranha havia um cupinzeiro. E ao voltar para casa, o cupinzeiro ainda estava lá, como se nada tivesse acontecido. Foi um enigma daqueles que só a infância pode nos proporcionar, não é mesmo?

O cachorro de 6 patas Uma vez viagem para uma hestrada mas eu ouvi um barulho aí eu fui ver oq era mas quando eu vi eu vi olhos vermelhos muito longe ent fui mas longe mas quando vi era.. Um cachorro mas fui chegando mas perto e vi que o cachorro tinha 6 patas aí eu saí correndo e só ouvia o cachorro atrás de mim eu entrei no carro e ent tranquei o carro e fechei o olho e adormeci quando vi não tinha mas nada e fim

I experienced activity on the computer when I happened to have passed by it from a far at my grandmothers home. I noticed movement on the mouse as if an invisible hand has been moving it and u can see the mouse move on screen. I came closer to check on it and the movement stoped. Another day when my aunt was visiting from Damascus she woke up in the middle of the night to sounds and a figure of a person in the dark. She screamed and woke my grandma up, when my grandma came she turned the lights, and the shadow disappeared. My aunt swears she saw someone but my grandma to this day does not believe in the paranormal or anything spiritual even though she technically practices animism when she talks to plants. Background and reflections: 1-Electromagnetic activities? My grandmother lives in 3rd floor old basaltic stone building. (One theory I believe in is that certain stones like basalt can cause spectral and electromagnetic phenomena) 2-Ghost or Past projections? It’s also the place where my grandfather died as well as his parents died as the building spot passes from one generation after another. 3- Plant spirits? My Grandmother has also a green thumb and always talked to plants which made the place have a strange magical feel to it and if these plants had spirits guarding them.