In the Cathedral of Braunschweig you can find a really strong power place straight in front of the adyton; it is even marked as a circular pattern in the floor tiles.

My friend and I were up in Hannibal, MO interviewing woman for our paranormal podcast. We were told that the Old Baptist Cemetery in that town was EXTREMELY active. Naturally, we decided to explore it with dowsing rods after the interview. This was at about 9:00 at night in mid December. The wind was blowing with tremendous force. As we started walking, the rods started pointing against the wind. No matter what direction we turned, they kept pointing up to a hill top in the cemetery. My friend started to get scared, but we kept going. I told her once we got to the top of the hill, we'd go back to the car and leave. As we got to the top, we saw a large spire grave stone that had fallen on its side. The rods pointed us to the stone. The wind was gusting EXTREMELY hard at this point. My friend shined her flashlight on the stone...and it had her name on it.

We had paranormal activity at this house that started within a week of moving in. The garage door opened in the early morning hours which would wake us up. Then our dog would stand at the end of our bed and bark viciously at nothing. I had occurrences of being pinched on my leg while laying in bed, could feel an entity watching me, the door slamming closed, the window slamming closed, being held down in my bed, my husband being scratched in the middle of the night, my husband was punched on his back in the middle of the night, my son stated that his toys were being moved in his room, and many people reported seeing a shadow man throughout the house. We felt 2 entities. An old man that frequently sat in the formal living room, and a dark malevolent entity that tormented everyone (especially the master bedroom) I didn't sleep well, and when I did I had nightmares about spirit encounters. I had a premonition that I thought was about a car accident involving my husband, but was actually myself. I am friends with Kiki, and she came to the house and felt that the land was haunted. We saged a lot and placed salt and quartz stones on the property. The activity decreased, but I was ecstatic to move out.

Ghost looked a little like Amy Winehouse

I am only submitting this statement of a suspected UFO (multiple) activity off in the distance in the skys where I consider over the Gulf of Mexico. I saw this activity while sitting on my rear porch at about 9 / 10 pm. I live on a 40 acre plot with my house in the middle of a field with wood and bayou on the so. side of my property. There is a small town (Kaplan, La.) about 8 miles south toward the gulf. The gulf is about 25 miles south to the gulf. Very little light is cast on the night from Kaplan...….I saw a group of appeared to be 8 to 10 very fast moving lighted moble vehicles in a fairly tight battle with each other chasing and maneuvering away and toward each other. It was visibly hard to tell if there were munitions or other weaponry used. They were very fast in their maneuvering in circular loop type retaliation or aggressiveness toward each other. It was a cool night for a change here in so. la. so just watched the show for a while and then asked my wife to come, you have got to see this. We watched for another about 5 minutes then they dispersed quickly and disappeared......I do regret not noting the date and exact time . I don't think I ever mentioned it to any one because their reply would have been, "Yeah right" I have been bothered by seeing this and looked for anything in the media about. I never saw or heard anything. I am now only putting this out to your site because the U.S. Navy has recently declared some sightings by some pilots have beeny truly delared UFO s. The objects we saw did not look like the big oblong figures I saw put out on recent TV news. What we swa appeared to be deep in space but if we could see that with the naked eye it coud not have been very deep. I am a semi-retired oilfield equipment merchant and my wife is a (33 yr.) retired school teacher. I had no way to get pics....at night.

When I was little my friends and I went through a small phase of exploring a little area in the forest that was hidden from the path and perfect for skipping stones on the river. One day we were there, we weren't doing anything different from normal, talking, joking, skipping stones, so on, when all of a sudden all of us started growing increasingly paranoid and anxious. It got to a point where I didn't want to have my back to the forest, so I let them continue skipping stones and instead chose to sit on a nearby log and act as look out. A few minutes passed and the feeling didn't go away, in fact the temperature started to change, and we all started getting colder. One of the boys joined me as look out, and noticed a strange figure in the woods, I was able to catch a glimpse, and noticed that the figure was very blurry and was more of a silhouette then an actual person. This was when we all heard a loud SNAP from in front of us in the woods, and turned to see an equally shadowy figure in the shape of a large dog. The figures were both too close for it have to been distance making them blurry and the time of day was wrong for them to have been silhouetted. My friends and I all ran as fast as we could out of there, and heard a dog barking after us. To this day I've never returned.

I used to attend Camp Celtic as a child in their summer camp program, and later attended as an LIT (Leader In Training). I'm a transgender man (assigned female at birth) and when I was little I remember hearing from some other campers from the girl's cabins that one of such cabins is haunted, at least two girls said they woke up and saw another girl not from their cabin standing facing the wall, one of them asked if she was ok, to which the girl turned around, faced her, and disappeared. None of the male staff believed them, but they were all freaked out. They ended up making a rhyme about it for their roll call, and i think one of the girls ended up sleeping in our cabin for a night because she couldn't sleep after. My family moved away a year or two later, and it wasn't until about 7 or 8 years that I would be able to return as an LIT. I had almost completely forgotten about that incident until during my week there again, the same exact thing happened. I was able to confirm to my friends and cabin mates that the cabin is in fact haunted, and found out that the entire female staff all already believed it because they had had so many sightings over the years. They even kept the rhyme! That week for the last night the entire cabin decided to camp out in the soccer field, and instead convinced one of the boy's cabins to stay in there instead, I don't remember for sure if the boys had changed their minds about the ghost after, but I'm pretty sure at least one of them saw her.

Moro em frente a um parque ecológico com cerca de 100 metros quadrados, por vezes neste ano, eu e outros dois amigos ouvimos barulhos, não o habitual pois sempre entramos mata dentro e os animais locais são só aves, todos os dias, quando saio a noite, podemos ouvir barulhos pesados dentro da mata ( cogitamos ser uma pessoa, mas a coisa se meche muito rápido onde não há trilhas, por vezes subindo em arvores e etc). após sairmos um dia eu e outros amigos as 2 da manha, fomos seguidos de dentro e a coisa acabou parando rente a frente da minha casa, e desde então os barulhos ficam mais proximos. O que foi avistado até agora foram: galhos e arvores balançando, grunhidos na madrugada, sons de algo comendo carne e quebrando ossos com um forte cheiro de podre, e um braço fino, longo e cinza segurando uma árvore. (descarta-se ser um animal pequeno pois o peso dos passos sugere algo maior, e o barulho entre uma passada e outra é demorado diferente a um cachorro ou gambá, e descarta-se uma pessoa pois se locomove muito rápido a noite em mata fechada, por vezes balançando em árvores.) (Translation via Google Translate: I live in front of an ecological park with about 100 square meters, sometimes this year, me and two other friends hear noises, not usual because we always go inside kills and the local animals are just birds every day when I go out At night we can hear heavy noises inside the woods (we are thinking of being a person, but the thing moves very fast where there are no trails, sometimes climbing trees and etc). After leaving one day with me and other friends at 2 am, we were followed from inside and the thing ended up stopping right in front of my house, and since then the noises get closer. What has been seen so far are: twigs and swaying trees, grunts at dawn, sounds of something eating meat and breaking bones with a strong rotten smell, and a thin, long gray arm holding a tree. (discards being a small animal because the weight of the footsteps suggests something bigger, and the noise between strides takes a different time than a dog or skunk, and discards a person because it moves so fast at night in closed woods sometimes swinging on trees.))

My partner’s mom called us shortly after this event because she was so spooked. (We’re pretty sure she wouldn’t mind us sharing as she’s very open about her potential psychic abilities.) Here’s what went down: according to my partner’s mom, this night, she was overcome by the urge to text her boss to ask how her boss was. In an almost fugue state, she sent a text to her boss asking, “Are you okay?” The boss responded that their father-in-law had passed away just a few minutes before mom’s text came through. They were both v shocked by mom’s premonition that her boss might be needing support at that exact moment. That’s all that happened, but we thought it was pretty preternatural!

The "Shop Ecclectic" moved into an older historic building in Marion, NC as a means to support a local paranormal team, but they had no idea the place had such a weird history. While it is owned by a paranormal team, the first time I went to an event being held here (The event was a talk about past lives and stuff), my husband kept feeling very dizzy in one of the shop rooms. He kept turning around and looking and at one point yelled "quit touching me" and turned to see no-one there. Later, we talked to the shop owner, who said the place was an old doctor's office and the extension to a boarding home at one point. The owner said she didn't notice anything the first couple months the shop was opened, but soon her daughter and a shop employee kept talking about a shadowy woman that stood in the corner in one of the rooms. This shadowy woman is the same person my husband kept thinking he saw. She's dressed in period clothing from the late 1800's/early 1900's and is a large woman. Since we live in such a rural area, we made friends with the shop owner and asked if we could rent an office from her since her internet speeds are reliable. Staying after-hours at this place is creepy. We'll be recording our podcast or working in the back office and it sounds like someone's ripping the front door of the store open. I'll rip my headphones off and run to the front only to find nothing disturbed. We'll be working very late at night when all the other businesses don't have any employees in the building (all shops in this building close at 6pm) and we'll hear children's footsteps running down hallways. I'll come into the shop and work in my office for only a couple of hours and it feels like I've worked ALL DAY. I feel drained and fatigued. We've had people tell us that the shop makes them feel uneasy or sick. A lot like my husband felt the first night. Sometimes the shop owner opens the shop and finds all the doors in the back offices open.

Mystery Dirt Meteorite. A seven inch cube of compacted dirt appeared in my back yard today, with no explanation as to where it came from. There's no evidence of it being thrown over the rather high fence into our yard from next door. No evidence of anyone entering our gated back yard. There doesn't seem to be any sign of impact, so however it got there, it didn't drop far. Some pieces have broken off and are strewn a half foot or so to one side. Also, the dirt cube seems split, as if it were slabs, or perhaps the cube split sideways on impact? The dirt seems to be potting soil, and there looks to be thin roots all through it. It was raining most of the day today, but the dirt meteorite is partly dry in places. I realize this isn't on par with Mothman or anything, but, seriously: wtACTUALf?? See the amazing video... https://www.facebook.com/claxton.kent/videos/1310095052486076/

In summer I went on a visit to the old American Airbase in Upper Heyford. It was designed to be a launch site for air-craft delivered nuclear weapons, and we even got to see where they used to store the payload. The nearest structure to the payload pen was Whiskey 13, an observation post with a haunted past. Our guide told us, after some persuading from his wife, the story of a rookie stationed at the perimeter of the base, in W-13. A young woman from the local village, riding a white horse, came up to the squat tower. From her elevated position on the horse she started to talk with him. The were friendly to each other, and when the Airman mentioned some upcoming leave she invited him to tea with her family.The day came, and he went down the lane to their farmhouse. An older woman answered the door, who bore a resemblance to the rider. when the airman asked after the girl he learnt that this was the girls mother. The girls ageing mother stated that she had died falling from her horse two years earlier. He returned to his post the next night, and with his last check-in he claimed he saw her again. She was coming to him. After he failed to respond to his next scheduled check, a unit was sent out. They found him dead. A slightly less supernatural telling of the story says that there was no woman or horse. There was, however, a young American far away from home. In truth he did die at his post, but it was by his own hand and his own rifle. In either case, the security guards who kept an eye on the site after the Americans left in 1993, have reported glitches in the old analogue telephones. Nocturnal animals and decay sometimes caused faults. The light on the incoming line from Whiskey 13 sometimes flickers, but nobody dares pick up.

This is a story I share frequently, since it put me onto a path of being very interested in faeries, cryptids, and the supernatural in general. In middle school and high school I started to become increasingly interested in paganism, witchcraft, mythology, and magic. I started to read books on the subjects, and discovered faerie folklore. I lived in a rural area of the town I grew up in, just down the road from acres of forest and orchards. I honestly think there is a curious feeling to the wooded areas of Connecticut, but this area in particular has always felt a little different to me, kind of like the woods watch you back. As it was summer break, I was enjoying adventures hiking through the woods, diving into swimming holes, or getting into trouble with my friends. I was also reading a lot and particularly intrigued by stories nature spirits and faeries. Having read that it was respectful to leave them gifts of honey and cream, I decided to them them gifts around our house and yard. I left small dishes of honey, cream, and cake in our backyard as an offering to the land, perhaps hoping that if there was any truth to the tales, that faeries would reveal themselves or at the very least decide to spend a little time at our humble home. One night they let me know they were there. It was a warm July night, and I had my window open to let the cool breeze circulate my room. I recall sleeping well but then being suddenly stirred out of slumber by the most peculiar feeling: something was tickling my feet. I could feel small fingers on the soles of my feet and ankles. I simply shifted my body in response to this, kicking my feet in an attempt to make it stop. I also grumbled. When this happened I heard giggling! I couldn't believe it. It was a chorus of tiny, sweet, and innocent laughter. The sound is recorded clearly in my mind - even after all this time it doesn't leave me. This got my attention and I shot up in bed, only to find myself alone, with only the sound of the insects chirping outside my window. Even though I do share the story often, I sometimes still feel a little silly or embarrassed to do so, since it is so out of the ordinary. But I suppose it is interesting that it would occur after I decided to show my respect and interest in the Fae. I also enjoy that this encounter happened in rural Connecticut, a place that perhaps would not top the list people would associate with faeries. I think Connecticut has many secrets and places where one could suggest that the "veil is thin." Perhaps on this evening, in between wake and sleep, I just was able to wander into some Otherworldly experience.

I am not sure if anyone else has experienced this in Nashville, but every now and then I will notice an uneasy and heavy feeling on certain nights, like something large looms in the sky overhead. I remember one night in February when this happened - it was about 9:30 or 10 at night and I was out in my front yard with my dog. The darkness of the night was unordinary - there were no stars in the sky and it the sky had more of a dark grey color than black. I had this uneasy feeling that something was watching me and my dog, and though I couldn't tell where I was being observed from, it felt very much like there were eyes on us. It was dead quiet, no cars passed through our neighborhood, no dogs barked from nearby yards, and no planes flew overhead. My dog even picked up on this uncomfortable and odd feeling - she was quick to turn around and go back indoors. It felt so peculiar I asked my boyfriend to come outside and observe it - and he agreed, observing that it felt like "we were in a contained space, with a ceiling above us."

Between 1994 and 1996, every dream I had in my old family home was finished with a coda where I phased from the wall above the chimney breast of the bricked up fireplace in my bedroom. I was levitated six feet above the floor, on able to move my head. After a sharp right angle I would be released and dropped above my bed. The reality of the experience was often proven as I would find myself lying on top of a made bed, rather than under the duvet where I had been when I fell asleep.

I was walking around at night after a day of feeling lonely and blue. I crossed the Gilman playground as I’ve done thousands of times before. When I was passing the tennis court, a sudden, very strong smell of tobacco surprised me, since I thought the park was empty. It smelled like someone was literally blowing smoke directly at my face. I looked around, very confused, and could see nobody: not in the baseball field, dug out, tennis court, etc. I was about to continue walking when I heard a noise behind me, when I turned around, I could clearly see the figure of a person, but it was made out of smoke. It was like somehow the smoke of cigarettes had gravitated to that one place in the air and stayed there, making a ghost visible. It didn’t have a face or anything, but it felt like that thing was staring at me and I couldn’t help but stare back. It felt like an eternity, but when it disappeared I check the time and it had been like two minutes. Pretty spooky.

A third-century temple to the secret god Mithras lies under the headquarters of Bloomberg L.P. At the altar of every Mithraeum is a frieze of Mithras letting the blood from the neck of captured bull. He is one of three blood letters, with a snake and a dog taking another third each. In 1996 Bloomberg acquired a 30% share in Merrill Lynch, whose corporate logo is a bull....

I lived in this house in 2009 and ran a small daycare. I fixed the place up and while my daughter was helping me paint she heard a little girls voice. She didn't tell me until years after when I told her the story of what happened to me in the "Riverside house." My story is that a young child's voice (a girl) would wake me in the night and ask me to play. I would respond out loud, awake, to this voice. I would say "tomorrow you can play with me ,and the kids, ok?" She would say ok. She never seemed angry, just sad. Many people have stories about the ghost in this house and the different ways they were contacted. Some people she didn't like.

I was living with two roommates in an apartment in the Galloway Building, above a store on Terminal Ave (The Old Island Highway). With its claw-foot bathtubs, wooden floors, and high ceilings, best estimates are that it's a 1920s building in the Heritage Registry. One night, I woke up suddenly. I had no idea why. I noticed a green cloud hovering above me near the ceiling. It seemed to be emitting some sort of light, because I could see its colour in the dark. As a child, I'd seen a green cloud-like presence in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan as well. The first time I remember seeing it, it looked as if it was beginning to form into the shape of a person. I ran away, terrified. Over the years, I would sometimes wake up to see it floating above my bed. I became less afraid of it over time as it would vanish as I woke up. I began to believe it was some kind of sleep hallucination. Even though I had other experiences over the years, I was leaning towards being more skeptical at this time. I don’t think I'd seen the green cloud in a while, as I remember being entranced by it, but still not taking it very seriously. I slowly realized that my girlfriend at the time—who had been sleeping beside me—had also woken up. She seemed distressed, like she had had a nightmare. I asked her what was wrong. “Don’t you see that green cloud?” she said. A shiver ran up and down my spine as I looked at the apparition. It hovered for several long moments before fading away, possibly moving through the wall. I’m sure I had never mentioned the cloud to her before. Her having identified it as green was especially surprising. I doubted we could both see the same thing if it was a sleep hallucination. I never saw the green cloud again. I recently wrote and published a collection of ghost stories called The Haunting of Vancouver Island and shared this story in the introduction. I now call myself a Skeptical believer. I know people have these experiences because I have. But just don't trust those who claim to know what they are. I sometimes wonder what the cloud’s intention was. Did it just want to be acknowledged as being real? Maybe that’s why I never saw it again. Or was it a separate entity—coincidentally green—attached to the old Galloway Building? I'll probably never know.

Segundo relatos da mídia, O Caso Varginha, como ficou conhecida a história de uma criatura que foi avistada por três mulheres de 14 a 21 anos: as irmãs Liliane e Valquíria, e sua amiga Kátia. Elas alegadamente viram a criatura na tarde de 20 de janeiro de 1996: Um bípede de cerca de 1,6 metros de altura, com uma cabeça grande e corpo muito fino, com pés em forma de V, pele marrom e grandes olhos vermelhos. Parecia estar trêmula ou instável, e as garotas achavam que estava ferida ou doente. O fascínio da história, além desse contato imediato de terceiro grau, estava ligado a um fato defendido pela comunidade ufológica, que patrocinou uma romaria à cidade mineira. Segundo ela, o Exército brasileiro, a Polícia Militar e o Corpo de Bombeiros teriam capturado em 20 de janeiro de 1996 duas criaturas de outro planeta e as conduzido para análises em hospitais e necrópsia em Campinas (SP). Estas instituições, de acordo com os ufólogos, sonegavam, desde então, a divulgação desses fatos. [ENGLISH TRANSLATION VIA GOOGLE TRANSLATE: According to media reports, The Varginha Case, as it became known the story of a creature that was spotted by three women aged 14 to 21: the sisters Liliane and Valkyrie, and her friend Katia. They allegedly saw the creature on the afternoon of January 20, 1996: A biped about six feet tall, with a large head and very thin body, with V-shaped feet, brown skin and large red eyes. She looked shaky or unsteady, and the girls thought she was injured or sick. The fascination of history, beyond this immediate contact of the third degree, was linked to a fact defended by the UFO community, which sponsored a pilgrimage to the mining city. According to her, the Brazilian Army, the Military Police and the Fire Department reportedly captured two creatures from another planet on January 20, 1996 and conducted them for analysis in hospitals and necropsies in Campinas (SP). These institutions, according to the ufologists, have since evaded the disclosure of these facts.]

Light show by the mountain.

I was going home with my father, when a big hairy animal passed us, came out of the woods across the street over the fence and leaving it completely deformed.

Quando eu era mais novo, durante mito tempo via luzes estranhas no céu, poderiam falar que era satélite, ou outras coisas que normalmente vemos no céu, porem as luzes que eu via, se movimentavam em forma de zig zag e sempre bem rápidas. Depois que fiquei adulto me mudei e não tive mais notícias sobre essas luzes. [ENGLISH TRANSLATION VIA GOOGLE TRANSLATE: When I was younger, for a long time I saw strange lights in the sky, they could say it was satellite, or other things that we usually see in the sky, but the lights I saw, were moving in a zigzag and always very fast. After I became an adult I moved and had no news about these lights.]

Helen's Bridge is supposed to be a hotspot of paranormal activity and allegedly one of the most haunted places in Asheville, NC. We were taken here back in February, 2019. According to the legends/mythology, if you drive under the bridge slowly, or walk under, the ghost of a distraught mother who killed her child (or her child died in a fire) is supposed to appear. She's supposed to play tricks on people's cars or with people passing through under the bridge. While we were here, we didn't see a ghost, but our camera batteries drained. All of them, all at once. Being of a strong tech and logic-first mindset, we figured it was the cold, and this is why we carry spare batteries in our camera bags with a towel and a "Hot hands". We retrieved two batteries and tried to resume filming. These batteries died in under five minutes. Brand. New. Batteries. According to the friend that took us here, He's noticed that while he's never seen a ghost here, he does note that if more than one or two people show up, talking about the history and the weird activity makes weird things happen. Another weird thing we noticed was that the light in the area kept "Fading in and out" -well, that's the best way we can describe it. One moment it's bright, almost daylight and you can see the streetlights below. The next moment, everything is dim, with a pale green tone and fog creeping in. This happened the entire hour we were there, this bright and then dull pulsing of the ambient light in the area. While the temperature was cold, it was steady.

On a trip up here to see the fabled Brown Mountain Lights. Got a tip from some locals on the best time to witness the lights, so I headed out late in the afternoon to go to the Brown Mountain Overlook and see if I could get them on camera. Drove up to the location and pulled up, there were 4 other cars in the parking lot. With my lights still on, I noticed that EVERYONE was crowded just a little past the sign for the Brown Mountain Lights. It looks like everyone sits next to the stones on the overlook edge next to a USGS benchmark. The crowd of about 8 people didn't take kindly to me or my little dog stumbling around in the dark near them trying to take photos of the night sky and observe "possible" Brown Mountain Lights so I walked a few feet down from them and tried to setup my tripod and camera. After about 15 minutes of NOTHING, not a single light, I decided I should head back to the van for a snack. I walked past the people, past two cars driving away, and towards my van. As I was getting closer to my van, I noticed picnic tables to the north. Since there's no light out there, you have to rely on the dim light of your smartphone or the lights of any passing vehicles. Sitting at the picnic tables was a figure. It wasn't sitting at a table, but on top of a picnic table. I could just barely see the outline of the figure, it was wearing a brown-ish grey hoodie, the hoodie over their head. They were curled up, knees tucked with arms wrapped around them. The figures head was down and it was almost like they were crying. I started to say "Hey, you okay?" and walked towards the figure. A passing car with it's brights on blinded me, and as my eyes refocused, the figure was gone. I looked around, nothing. Nobody was at the picnic table area. I looked back behind me to see if maybe the person walked back over to the crowd of other people, only to see there were only about 4 people over there. There was nobody else around, and unless that figure jumped off the overlook or silently ran into the steep brush at the side of the overlook cliff, that figure vanished. Later, my husband asked me if I saw "the kid in the hoodie" and I told him about what I saw. He saw something different. He said every time he was near that spot, in his peripheral vision he kept seeing a kid in a hoodie on the picnic table, but every time he looked over there it was either too dark to see clearly, or there was nothing there. I don't have any evidence of this, sadly. I took a picture of the picnic tables, and even at 10:30pm, all I have is a photo of picnic tables in the dark, with no haze or fog or distortion. So I can't explain what I saw.

Andrew's Geyser is a really weird monument that I'm still researching because it's a monument that doesn't make any sense. Yes, it was supposed to be a tourist attraction for a nearby hotel, but once the hotel burned down and the geyser fell into disrepair, it should have been repaired. But instead, it got rebuilt and half of the design looks very similar to a Masonic Temple. The monument is in a really weird valley that causes sound and echo anomalies. To make it worse, a railway wraps all the way around the valley, like a massive Tibetan Sound Bowl. When older, heavier trains pass through the area, the ringing from the railroad can almost deafen you. I went exploring on the edge of Andrew's Geyser, just following my instincts and the course of the fast-moving creek. I stopped at a bridge that towered above the creek. Upon the bridge is a weird mural of what I can only describe as a water nymph or dryad. My little dog and I explored this little mural at the edge of the water, and discovered a beautiful little waterfall below it, along with pretty stones and very vivid flowers that should be growing closer to dry land. Suddenly, a train started roaring down the track. It kinda snapped me into the "now" -I looked down at my phone and saw I'd been out there for over a half hour. I swear I had just gotten there, and the sound of the train above was getting louder and higher pitch, almost painful. I picked my little dog up and put her head into my chest because the sound was soo terrible (if it was hurting my ears it was probably kiling hers) and started crawling up the creek bank back to the main road. As soon as I hit the main road, my walkie talkie (that I forgot I had with me) started going off and my Husband was calling for me over the walkie. I got in touch and finally made my way back to the geyser. While I was gone, a local had walked down to my husband and talked to him about the "weird" in the area. Told him about ghosts and shadow people. None of which we encountered. But then the guy told us about something that struck a nerve. He believed there was a "Rake" trapped in the area, and the Rake was actually a dryad that had grown wicked and warped being trapped in the area. He claimed it was malevolent and a trickster, that it had lured local pets away. It struck me as really weird this dude would walk up and just start talking about all this weird stuff, but then again, I do have a big giant magnet on the side of my van advertising that I'm into paranormal and weird news. We went home later that night and I started doing research. There's very little on Andrew's Geyser, or ghosts, and only one mention of a Dryad or Rake in the region. I don't know enough about Dryads or mythological creatures, but I do know I was missing time for over a half hour, and if needed, I could re-draw that strange mural from memory.

One of our first excursion to the remote wilderness areas of New Mexico got creepy really quick. We camped out in the El Malpais region of New Mexico. First we started in Dark Lobo Canyon (it got renamed, for obvy reasons) and couldn't sleep all night. We kept hearing howling and our dog whined for most of the night. In the morning, we found drag marks and warnings about "large predators" in the area. The fact we set camp late at night obscured the obvious: That NOONE had camped in this canyon for at least a year. As we tried to make breakfast and get settled in, our larger dog (who was on a lead attached to the camper and trying to poop) came running out from the brush crazy and ran into the camper, crawled up into the bed and trembled. At that point, we heard a large cry that was NOT a wolf, but sounded way too bass to be a mountain lion. Being creeped out, we headed south to the actual El Malpais National Monument. It was beautiful and calm, and we didn't feel creeped out. We hiked a few short trails, but our older big dog was NOT having it. He was usually quite curious, and loved hiking in the desert. He stayed up that night as well. Sleepless and annoyed that my dog was being soo wigged out, I awoke in the early morning hours to watch the sun rise. As I opened the door to the camper, I opened it to the expansive view of the El Malpais, and saw large grey/black canine type figures rushing across the main road. They were running away from me, and I was less scared and more curious. They looked like REALLY BIG coyotes. Thinking nothing of it, I started to cook breakfast and set down to share my eggs and steak with the dogs. Suddenly, we heard a group of coyotes howling at the edge of the canyon. It sounded like 30 of them. With that, again, my big dog dropped his piece of bacon, crawled into the camper, brining his leash and all the desert dust in with him. But then we heard something else. We heard the same thing we heard in Lobo Canyon, the loud, long, deep howl that didn't sound like it belonged to any known creature. Now both my dogs were trembling, our older dog actually peed on the camper, and my husband was DONE. He decided we were going to try to find a "less weird" place to camp out. I want to say, during this whole time, I wasn't necessarily creeped out or scared, I was more fascinated, I really wanted to know what the howl was, I wanted to know the source. I felt drawn to explore in Lobo, and now I was feeling drawn to explore the direction the howl came from. It was my husband and my dogs that pushed me into the reality of "that ain't a good idea". We drove North, and with my map and smartphone open, I decided we NEEDED to stop at the Continental Divide Trail (CDT) pass through in Grants. I don't know why we needed to stop at this particular spot, I had been to the CDT in the past, but I really wanted to go. We pulled into this CDT Trail section head and the parking lot was empty. It was dead silent, and even though there was tons of activity about a mile down the road (it was a holiday weekend), it was like time was standing still in this spot. The dogs didn't want to get out of the camper, and I decided to leave them behind. As I walked through the CDT Trail entrance, the metal swing gate wasn't locked, but it was so hard to move. It resisted, not like it was rusted, but just like it was frozen in place. I kicked the gate with my foot and proceeded. My husband and I started to hike up the ridge, with the camper in view below. About 1/4 up the trail, we came to a low-hanging tree, and encountered a gross stench. It smelled of human feces, and something...else? I looked in the tree and noticed a pair of men's underwear hanging in it. For a place that looked like it didn't get many visitors, this was a pretty "fresh" find. I maneuvered around it and my husband ducked. As he was about to say "Ok, that's gross let's get ou---" -we spotted something else. Sneakers. NEW ones, One was unlaced, and the other looked like it had been ripped off a foot. About four feet from that, a pair of sweatpants made out of that shiny basketball-shorts material. And a foot from that, a ripped t-shirt. At this point, both of us are barely breathing. Mostly out of fear, but also because the smell is getting worse. I turn the corner around a bush and right in front of the ripped t-shirt is a torn apart backpack and the carcass of the largest wolf I have ever seen. It's fresh, like days old. One of it's feet is touching the t-shirt. There's a rock next to it's head, a rock bashed into it's abdomen, two large sticks next to it as if those may have been used to beat this thing to death. Some of it's skin is peeled back. It's as though this "creature" shed it's clothing, and then was attacked by two individuals. The air is solid, the bugs stop making noise, everything isn't just "weird" it's unnerving. We don't talk, we just look at this thing and try to take in everything we're looking at. And then we hear the howl. That deep, guttural, unnatural howl. And it's right around the rise on this foothill. It's too close. I turn to face the direction of the howl, and it happens again but shorter and louder. We're not able-bodied hikers, but before I knew it my husband was grabbing my hand and dragging me down the trail. I'm yelling and trying to go towards the howl, and towards the wolf. I snapped a picture before being whisked down the trail and thrown in the camper. My husband was trying to start the van (which had just gotten a tune-up because we weren't about to drive 400 miles without making sure the camper was good). The camper van stalled. I'm a little more car-savvy that most women, but it didn't make sense. It was like the battery went dead, because the time was blinking and the low "click-click" sound emmitted from the ignition. At the same time, a truck peeled in behind us and spun out into the highway, taking off and leaving the camper circled in a cloud of dust. The camper van started and we peeled out of there in the same fashion. Neither of us said anything to each other for about 30 minutes. And the first thing we did say to each other was "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Fast-forward about 6 months later. I'm finally making friends in New Mexico at a new job and befriended a local girl from the Laguna Pueblo right outside Grants. I told her about my experience and she just looks at me pale and said "You were being tested by a Skinwalker. The fact you were being called to it is really weird. That don't happen too often." I tried to press her for more, but she never spoke about it again. But she did always take an interest in my reaction to some of the more spiritual and weird stuff in the desert that she showed me (like old churches, sacred sites, and spots that have a reputation of being malevolent to "colonists"). The fact I enjoyed those places and miss them still eats at me. The experience bothers me to this day, like I wish I had actually gone after the howl. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like that area still "calls" to me.

No dia 20 de setembro de 2014 por volta de 8 horas da noite estavamos desligando de presidente prudente pra cidade de Euclides da cunha paulista estamos no carro eu minha vó meu avô viajem longa na altura dessa reserva vimos uma luz verde meio alaranjado em cima do nosso carro meu avô começou a querer observa oque era aquilo que se locomovia junto com nós ficamos assustado meu avô começou acelera carro e a luz começou ficar mais forte barulho era estranho que atorduava então essa luz ficou poucos minutos uns 3 ou 4 minutos foi uma experimencia horrível pois não sabíamos oque era hoje em dia posso afirmar que era óvni que estava por alguma razão naquela reserva [English Translation by Google Translate: On September 20, 2014 around 8 pm we were disconnecting from Presidente Prudente to the city of Euclides da Cunha Paulista we are in the car me my grandma my grandfather travel long at the time of this reservation we saw a green orange light on our car my grandfather started to watch what was going around with us we got scared my grandfather started accelerating car and the light started to get louder it was strange it was dazzling so that light was a few minutes about 3 or 4 minutes was a horrible experience because we didn't know what it was today I can say it was UFO that was for some reason in that reserve]

Foi visto por mim um ufo nessa região.[English Translation by Google Translate: I saw a UFO in this region.]

In the city of Lages there is a river that surrounds the city, and the river forms a pond downtown where the slaves used to wash the masters' clothes in the nineteenth century. Today this place is called Jonas Ramos Park. At that time a single woman had become pregnant. As soon as the child was born the woman drowned the child in the lake. The demon received the child's death as an offering. He became a serpent and came to live into and to curse the whole river. His head is in the pond and his tail is along the river. From then on, the demon threatens to shake and to flood the city. To prevent this from happening, the population erected a church near the pond and they put the image of the Virgin Mary inside it, as if she were stepping the head of the serpent. Whenever the statue is removed, the river swirls and floods parts of the city. That is why the population is careful that they never remove the statue of the Virgin from the church.

Eu trabalha a noite em uma reforma de um shopping da região, depois do (almoço) noturno tínhamos um período de descanso de umas duas horas mais ou menos, mas nesse dia em especial não tínhamos muito serviço depois da meia noite pois já estávamos quase no fim da reforma. Como de costume depois de comer procurávamos um lugar pra tirar um cochilo rápido e fugir do encarregado da obra, Então eu e mais quatro colegas resolvemos subir uma escada para o teto do ultimo piso da casa de maquinas que era o ponto mais alto que tinha, a noite estava linda sem nuvens e a lua estava muito bonita, deitamos lá no teto e dormimos olhando as estrelas. Acordei acho que umas tres horas com um terrível mal estar, abri os olhos e vi algo que deixou congelado, uma nave brilhante enorme girando bem devagar sobre nós tentei gritar pro meus colegas mas quando virei o rosto pra ver se eles estavam ali vendo aquilo comigo não tinha ninguém, tentei levantar mas não conseguia me mover, meu corpo estava totalmente paralisado, meus olhas ficaram pesados e apaguei não sei dizer o que aconteceu depois, quando acordei estavam todos ali ainda dormindo na Lage chamei eles e perguntei se eles se lembravam de alguma coisa da noite anterior eles so disseram que nunca mais dormiriam ao relento. Perguntei sobre a nave se eles viram a nave também mas disseram que não lembravam de nada e não queriam mais falar sobre o assunto. Depois daquele dia cada um pegou um rumo diferente e nunca mais nos vimos. Decidi também não falar sobre isso com mais ninguém. [English Translation by Google Translate: I work the night in a renovation of a local mall, after the night (lunch) we had a rest period of about two hours or so, but on that particular day we didn't have much service after midnight because we were almost at end of the reform. As usual after eating we were looking for a place to take a quick nap and get away from the foreman, So four of my colleagues and I decided to climb a ladder to the roof top of the machine room that was the highest point it had, the night was beautiful without clouds and the moon was very beautiful, we lay there on the ceiling and slept looking at the stars. I woke up thinking about three hours with a terrible discomfort, opened my eyes and saw something that left frozen, a huge bright ship spinning slowly over us I tried to shout to my colleagues but when I turned my face to see if they were there seeing that with me I had no one, I tried to get up but I couldn't move, my body was totally paralyzed, my eyes got heavy and I went out I can't say what happened next, when I woke up everyone was still sleeping in Lage I called them and asked if they remembered something from the night before they just said they would never sleep in the open again. I asked about the ship if they saw the ship too but said they didn't remember anything and didn't want to talk about it anymore. After that day each took a different turn and we never saw each other again. I also decided not to talk about it with anyone else.] Submitted by Nino

My 12 year old son and I were driving to school around sunrise on a cold winter morning in '18 and saw a woman wearing 18th century period clothing walking in the middle of a farm field probably 150 feet from the road on a outparcel of the expansive and heavily guarded Les Wexner estate property in New Albany OH. There are no other houses around this area and it's well away from the Wexner main compound. She was walking straight down the middle of the field very slowly and seemingly walking with a purpose while ignoring our car and the cold. My son and I both saw her. There is a old school house on the property farther up the road and through some research I discovered there was a yellow fever epidemic in New Albany in the late 1800s. I don't know if that's connected but I have a feeling....It was a very strange experience for my son and I and we recant it often.

My GF and I rented an old two story house and one night while watching television in the living room a weird dark circle about 8 inches round floated quickly in front of us from right to left at about 6 inches off the floor. One of our cats was chasing it and we only saw it for a few seconds. It startled me at first and I asked if she saw it too and she said she did. On another occasion, my then 7 year old daughter was playing upstairs in her room with three of her friends when they all came running down the stairs yelling and obviously upset and scared. They said that they were playing when a toy came flying from behind them and crashed into the wall like it had been thrown. The only other people in the house was my GF and I and we were all the way downstairs in the kitchen.

This happened over a decade ago. My friend and I were walking down towards Burien late at night, and we heard the sorts of sounds you associate with a high speed semi, but the sounds were overhead, it was a clear night and no planes were visible (nor was there a plane engine sound), and it spooked us so we ran down to Des Moines Memorial Dr.

Thousands of crows flying west before sunrise. VIDEO LINK: https://www.instagram.com/p/B1tgIKYnG1E/?igshid=2104hi55u5bm

There is what appears to be a long, odd-looking water creature living in the bay near Brownsville. It was 8 feet long with a serpent like body with no visible limbs. It also had a dark coloration. When sighted, the creature rose an eel-like head slightly out of the water while swimming. Not long after, it retreated back under the water near the bridge. I'm aware of the occasional river otter in the nearby estuary, but what I saw was definitely not an otter.

We didn't see it, only heard it. The dog went crazy and then everything went silent. No insects or anything. It was probably around 10pm. We heard something massive moving through the trees and some kind of whooping sound. The dog slinked down and wanted to go inside. We all went inside and didn't come back out for the rest of the night.

Back in early 2002 a party of pike fisherman were at Bolam Lake at night when they came face to face with what they later described as an 8 foot tall creature covered from head to toe in thick dark hair, glowing red eyes and huge sharp teeth.

My husband and I were outside around 11:00pm and all of a sudden, in a split second, it was as if the earth turned on the lights and turned them off really fast...hard to explain but my husband nicknamed it a “whiteout”...the whole earth all around us blew up with white light-it wasn't like it came from the sky-everything on the ground just lit up white for a second? It creeped us out and I've yet to find an answer as to what it was-no noise and it wasn't electrical at all-it felt supernatural!

Meon Hill is the site of the last acknowledged "Witchcraft murder" in the UK. Charles Walton was found murdered on Valentines Night 1945, his chest pierced with an iron hoe pinning him to the ground , a standard method of "pinning witches" in times gone by. During the ensuing investigation a "celebrity officer" from Scotland Yard called "Fabian" was brought in on the case. He had no luck himself and after h he enquired of locals as to "The owner of the large black dog he had seen in the lanes around Meon Hill" the locals refused to speak to him any more. Since then, there have been other "Black Shuck" sightings and in 1976, a plain perfectly round crop circle was discovered near the base of the hill. Given its' position and how it guards the ancient "Fosse Way", it is surprising that, no castle or manor house has ever been built on the hill and it has remained unoccupied since, pretty much, the iron age. There is an old manor in the vicinity however, it sits away from Meon Hill itself.

I'm not going to say much about it I'd rather people formulate their own opinions as to what kind of weirdness is happening out here. The second time I went here I had feelings of being watched and then as I got closer to this place I got intense feelings of anxiety that were not my own. As if I were supposed to stay away it was like warding me off. I had three others with me. There was a point that I could not cross because the energy was so strong they were able to pass this point. One person went deep into where this Trail led. Everybody in the middle of the trail no one moving no animals around I've become stricken with panic. And then down from where the one person is standing deep at the end on the side of the trail in the brush all four of us hear big running sounds toward my direction it got so close to me but I thought it really was right next to me but I couldn't see it. I did Envision it. I won't give a description because I want people to have their own opinion if they do decide to make it out there. I made them all walk back to me and we went up the stairs back to the original Trail . I could not stay there the energy was so strong whatever was there didn't want us to be there because it didn't know us and it didn't trust us . But whatever is there feels old and feels strong. It's worth the walk. I don't believe in the name Devil's lair. I call whatever is out there my friend because I've had better experiences since this first one. I really do love this place but also I am cautious. This place is a public Trail. It's actually called the Sheldon estate. It actually does have a very nice history as well. This land is very well looked after and has been for many years. All of it is worth researching on your own time and if you feel like you want to.

I was resting by my picnic table when a tree snapping crashing sound was coming my way from the east. Nothing except humans makes that much noise. I have lived here my entire life. I was stunned when an estimated 9' tall, 500 lb+ hairy creature stepped into the open below my house. His hair was brown and long on his body, some white or gray areas on his face and body. Head was oval with heavy brows, ears on the side of his head. He must have sat down and then started talking. No idea what he was saying, sounded nothing like any language I have heard. I went in the house, and from that day on that summer I would hear him screaming, he was answered by another one over in Richfield. I did not see him again except one night when the electric company was near me repairing lines, and my flashlight caught two huge yellow eyes Watching this, just behind my house. I think it was him who slapped the side of my house at night. I believe it was him who killed my outside cats but I did not see that. I would hear incredible screams at night and that was witnessed by a friend who was a hunter. The last thing that happened late that summer was I saw my front porch window looked messed up, and it was covered with snot running down it 3 or 4 feet. Others have seen Bigfoot around the area.

Numerous staff members at the gym have been reporting stories of ghost encounters to me. A janitor said that he saw a misty-looking humanoid moving across the roof while screaming, and a cleaner was nearly pushed into the pool by an unseen presence. Several of the gym trainers have talked about hearing laughter like that of a young child, and one trainer in particular described locking the gym up for the night and seeing shadowy figures moving around by the second floor window. I have had a plethora of experiences around the area as well - with my first being when I heard some bizarre ice cream van-style music coming from a nearby landfill hill. I was effectively hypnotised by this music, and the phrase 'I had the overwhelming urge to follow it' came into my head. My father - who had been training with me - called me and snapped me out of it. That wouldn't be the only time I would hear the music, and the next time I would come prepared. I revisited the area and walked down where I had previously heard the music coming from. It started up again when I asked the air to 'play me a tune' and I got it on camera. It started and stopped twice and each time I caught it on camera. I then walked down a path - following where I thought the weird music had come from - and I had a bizarre experience in which my perspective somehow became distorted and I saw an obese-looking humanoid dressed entirely in a skintight red suit walking between two buildings. Despite looking out over a long lane through the treeline, it was like I was looking directly at the entity as opposed to being considerably far away from it as I should've been. I hurried away from the scene and into a local park, and there I saw a man dressed in blue digging in the dirt behind a tree in the nearby forest. I caught this on camera as well. Obviously, I was intrigued by what was going on in this area and so I repeated this route many times. I found that the red humanoid may have been a misidentified post van, but this seems unlikely just because of how weird it looked to me. I heard the music twice more, and got it on camera each time. At one point, I left the gym grounds and went up to a nearby roundabout whereupon the music started playing again at the loudest volume I've ever heard it do so - so loud in fact that I looked up at the nearby lampposts to check that there were no loudspeakers. I got this on video as well. Another weird occurrence that took place around the area was the spontaneous appearance of a lane which I had never seen before. I had walked the route up from the gym to the village several times and never got lost, and so I was baffled when I ended up at a crossroads in front of a small neighbourhood which I had never seen before. I have no idea how I previously missed that. At another roundabout within the village, a dense group of trees seemingly appeared there within a week. I have asked another resident of the area and she didn't realise there were trees on the roundabout - and yet there certainly are and they are dense enough to hide in. There was also an occassion in which I was walking across the park - and despite it having been previously sunny - a hailstorm started out of nowhere (caught on camera) and then stopped as soon as I left the park. Overall, it seems that Borough Green can be a very weird place when it wants to be.

My friend's brother died in a car accident at this intersection. He went to leave flowers at the site. When he pulled in to park his car he noticed there was a group of people taking pictures on the other side of the street. No one was physically there in the spot that they were taking pictures but they have a picture of a ghostly man. I have a picture to prove it.

When we moved into the house, my husband swore up and down the place was haunted. I worked full time and he was a stay at home parent. He claimed he heard all kinds of weird pops, clicks, voices, and experienced things moving in the house while I was at work. About a month after we moved in, my husband unearthed an old headstone in the back yard while doing some clean up. It was badly worn and difficult to read. However, when we propped it up on the porch, the evening sun hit it just right so that we could read the words on it. It said: "ROBERT C WRIGHT AUG ?? 1914 FEB 5 1917 AT REST" Immediately, we were concerned that there was a child buried in our back yard, but some emails and phone calls made to the local historic society produced some death certificates that showed that the little boy was actually buried in an Oddfellows cemetery about an hour away, over the state lines. I contacted the last living relative, now in her 80's about it, and she had no idea why his stone was in our yard. The house was built by the husband of littler Robert's older sister, however. [caption id="attachment_2495" align="alignnone" width="616"] "Little Robert" is pictured sitting between his parents in the front row[/caption] About a week after we found the stone, my husband heard very clearly a child shout "Help! Move!" He was a bit shaken up about it. We eventually returned Robert's stone to his cemetery, where his grave had remained unmarked next to his mother since his death. We hope this made him happy. Maybe this was the "move" the child ghost shouted about.

On the first weekend after Halloween I went into London to try an odd audio walking tour around St Pauls Cathedral (called "A Hollow Body"). Because it was mostly in the financial district of the city of London on a Saturday, there was almost nobody else around, other than the occasional police patrol car. The Tour would occasionally give different instructions to me and my partner, to make an artistic statement about pursuit or isolation or somesuch. Just at the point where the walking tour instructed me and my partner to split up, I noticed a ball of brown feathers on the pavement. She went ahead, as instructed, and I waited a few feet away from what I could now see was a dead bird. The audio tour told me to wait longer, and despite the tour being five years old, it was as if it was giving me time to look at the bird. It had a short brown body and a long pointed beak. The clean bloodlessness of the ground under it made me think it might have been dropped or thrown by a posh city-banker after a game-shooting trip, That didn't stand up to much scrutiny as the whole city was a ghost town on a Sunday. I also wondered if it had flown into one of the tall glass skyscrapers during Autumn migration, but its head was half snapped off and its throat was open. Because the audio tour required a very outdated app to run, and couldn't be interrupted for fear of desynchronising with the other listeners I couldn't take a picture of this. It felt like a very contrived way of preventing me from proving that this had happened at all. Later in the day, apropos of nothing, I suddenly realised it was a Eurasian Woodcock, although I don't know where I learned that. I have never seen a woodcock before, and If I was ever going to I would have thought it would be on a rural heath, rather than on the clean flagstones under the Ludgate building. We had to abandon the tour once we reached the old wall of London as changes to the road layout meant the directions we were getting no longer made sense. That evening we went to The Old Operating Theatre at St Thomas' Street for a lighthearted seance, and the next day we completed the adoption of a jet black cat who we had visited at a shelter on Halloween itself. On the way back from the shelter we passed two car wrecks that would have happened less than twenty minutes after we passed those spots on our outward journey.

Summer, mid-day. Sky was bright white overcast. Looking up into sky, saw a ball of beautiful "sky blue" light, with a tail. Seemed to be moving up and to the right as tail was to left. Visible for only a couple of seconds.

I was out in the yard at 9pm with my dog when a large, chevron shaped craft flew over my house. It was completely silent, did not look aerodynamic at all, like a flying brick. There were five large blood red glowing lights spaced equally on the bottom of it. It had blurry edges and you would never notice it if you weren't looking up at the right time. I watched it slowly cruise over the neighborhood for about 15 seconds.

My coworker lived there for about a year and since his lease was up, he wanted to move to another apartment. He said his unit is haunted. He was sitting on his couch watching TV one night and he saw a dark shadow figure came out from his kitchen which was all the way back in his unit, into his bedroom. He also said one night he was awaken to see a white translucent floating spirit in front of his bedroom window. The same thing happened again with a dark floating spirit. But the scariest story was one night his girlfriend from SoCal visited him. He was awaken and didn't see his girlfriend next to him but sitting in front of the bed. He didn't think too much of it so went back to sleep. Then he felt the weight of someone slowing climbing up to him and thinking that his girlfriend wants to get frisky. Then he heard the bathroom toilet flushing and the presence all of a sudden lifted. He opened his eyes and saw his girlfriend coming out of the bathroom.

In the winter of 2018-2019 I ran down 15th about 4 mornings per week around 5 to 5:30 a.m. every morning I would encounter a tall "person" resembling Baron Samedi (of [Vodou] mythology). Sometimes I would run past him and he would be striding down the sidewalk with his coat blowing behind him. Other times he would be hidden and scare me deeply. For example I once ran up upon him (and he was so thin) hidden behind a telephone pole smoking a cigarette. We were inches apart. I never saw his face or eyes. He was there every day. He felt malevolent. I couldn't tell you age race etc. I believed male. It freaked me out to the point that I started running in the street and finally changed my route completely.

Years ago I was a cantor for the early morning mass at St. James Cathedral. My place was in the front of the church, in the sanctuary, and I worked with Howard Hoyt, the organist, who at that time was always in the organ loft in the back of the church. One 8AM mass I noticed that a tall, formally dressed older man was in the organ loft, standing next to the organ. He had on a brown suit, with a lovely matching vest, a gold chain stretched across it, which I assumed was for a watch, and a white shirt. I remember wondering who he was and where he got those clothes. The next time I looked, he was gone. After the service, I asked the Howard who had been in the loft with him, but he said there was no one up there with him. He asked me to describe the man I saw, and then told me that oh yes, that’s Dr. Palmer. He died on the organ bench on Palm Sunday in 1927. The organist said he was aware of Dr. Palmers presence and had seen him too, when he practiced in the Cathedral late at night when it was locked. There’s never any threatening feeling. Apparently Dr. Palmer just checks in to make sure the standard of music at St. James has maintained his high standard.

When I was in my teens and early twenties, I was prone to hallucinations. I suffered from depressive episodes and manic episodes, and took a lot of medication to deal with it. Sometimes I'd joke that most people take drugs to trip, and all I had to do was not take them. These problems were made worse by my persistent regimen of marijuana. None of this describes who I am today, and looking back it seems like someone else's life entirely... I say all this in the interest of full disclosure, ahead of the weird ghost tale I'm adding to the map. I used to see what I called Road Phantoms. Because of my condition at the time, I assumed they were purely hallucinatory and, as such, didn't feel the need to talk about them. Sometimes I'd see one in the middle of the road and freak out a bit as a passenger, and whoever was driving would ask what was wrong - at which point the Phantom would be gone, and I'd have to shrug and say it was nothing. Usually the Road Phantoms were fairly distinct figures standing in or alongside the road, and on some occasions would only be partial people - two that spring to mind immediately that were almost assuredly hallucinations were a headless family of three and a hovering torso that turned out to be a mailbox. The night in question I was closing up the cafe where I worked, and my fellow barista who was on with me that night proposed we go across town for a drink at the bar. We took the long way there to allow time for pot smoking, and on the home stretch of Franklin St I saw her - a tall, pale woman with curly hair in a polka dot dress, standing just enough in the road to be alarming. She appeared to be soaked from head to toe and she gazed at us from a tilted forward neck position as we approached. I was holding a hit and had just passed the joint when my friend swerved around her. It took me a second to realize - wait, he saw it too? "Damn!" He said, "did you see that chick? She's gonna get hit standing there!" I informed him that she wasn't there. At least, she wouldn't be if we went back. Just another Road Phantom... He stopped the car and did a three point turn. Less than a minute had elapsed when we drove back there to find no trace of the woman in the polka dot dress. Franklin St overlooks part of the city, down an embankment that's pretty steep. Aside from a few mechanics on that road, there's no place to go but down or into thin air. The woman was soaked although it wasn't raining. We were high and I was prone to seeing things, but could we have seen the same thing if it was hallucinatory? I'm more recent years I've brought the story up to the friend in question, he doesn't remember it happening. I find a lot of folks conveniently forget things that they can't rationalize. I've also met other people who have seen the Road Phantoms. Who knows what's going on with that - straight up ghosts or drug induced visions? At least on that one night I had a little bit of vindication that these things weren't just in my head...

I was visiting Seattle for the day about 16 years ago, and was just walking around town by myself. I started by in Pioneer Square and had walked as far as Green Lake. I was due to meet a friend nearby, but I was early. The park seemed like a good spot to kill some time, since it wasn't too far from where I needed to be anyway. I was walking around the lake, saw a random park bench, and sat down. I had lived a few miles from there several years before, but it was my first time in the park. I don't remember if there was anything remarkable abut the bench, it just looked like a good spot. Maybe there was a plaque or something that said Gaines on it, but I haven't thought about it or been there since then. I must have sat there for only 5 minutes before I dozed off watching the ducks or geese or whatever bird was there. I don't remember my dreams now, only that they were crazy and weird. At the time I chalked it up to minor dehydration or sleeping in the sunshine or having overly exerted myself. I had never fallen asleep on a park bench before, so that in itself was weird. The fact that I slept hard enough to dream is what struck me as the most unusual at the time. When I woke up, the sun was starting to set and I had no idea what time it was. The birds had gotten quiet and had all moved away from me. I rushed over to meet my friend, and he had almost given up waiting for me. Despite being early to the park, I ended up being late to the meeting. I hadn't thought about it for a long time, until I saw a picture of that exact park bench in the newspaper article about this website. I had no idea anything out of the ordinary was associated with that spot. Thanks for the memories!

I often worked alone here at night. lots of banging, sounds of things being thrown around. several times saw three different [Asian] people- two young girls, one older man - fitting off in peripheral vision. eventually clearly saw main figure - a approx 18 year old [Asian woman] in a white calico smock with blue flowers - standing (actually floating 18" above the floor) just off my shoulder watching me work. had strong "impression" she asked me not to work after 9 pm. i complied and no more noise from that time. A very sensitive co-worker gave up evening work also - he never saw anything but felt was watched. his radio would turn off and on and switch channels. only happened at night. Other people felt weirded out but " don't want to talk about it". Supposedly originally building was a laundry.

Park at that address and walk east to the trailhead. It's a paved path, formerly a road. Growing up in the 70's my mom would drive us through this hairpin curved road with steep drop offs. It's dark and wooded. She told us of devil worship and ritual sacrifice that took place here. There are decaying cars where previous accidents have happened, lending to the creepy factor.

Still slightly bleary-eyed from the previous night’s Thanksgiving feast (and accompanying drinks), my wife and I slipped into a Sorrento elevator and headed down to the hotel bar. We’d been to the hotel a few times at this point, having been captured by the charm of the old place, and by the ghost that was said to frequent its halls. Inspired by a few cocktails, I decided that now was the perfect time to ask about the rumored spirit of Alice B. Toklas. “I don’t have much to offer, outside of a few weird feelings and some strange noises,” said the bartender, drying a Champagne glass and sliding it into a stainless steel rack overhead. “Some of my co-workers have had some experiences, though…” As he began to share stories of wet footprints, faint appertains and flickering lights, another bar patron — seemingly compelled by a different kind of spirit — slurred in. “That’s all bullshit,” she blurted from the end of the bar. “Great way to sell rooms, but total bullshit, and you know it.” The bartender laughed. “I can’t argue with you,” he said, “because like I said: I haven’t had any experiences personally. I just know that quite a few people here have…” Un-quelled by his diplomatic response, she continued venting her disbelief. As her voice grew louder, I began to regret my question. What had started as a fun conversation had turned into a booze-fueled debunking tirade against all things unexplainable. Just as it seemed inevitable that someone would ask her to calm down, Ms. Toklas took matters into her own hands. Untouched by any human hand — and far from any perceivable passing forces — a glass from the overhead rack jumped from the stainless steel shackles and smashed at the feet of the bartender. The bar went silent. “Well, I guess I have my own story now,” said the bartender.

This happened to me when I was fifteen years old, the spring before I left home for good. I grew up in Maine. For those of you who think a trip to the Cascades is getting back to nature, Maine is the forest primeval. There's a reason Stephen King includes all those deep, dark, haunted forests in his books (the town which became his model for 'Salem's Lot lay about 20 miles from my front door, as the crow flies; the "Pet Semetary" was disturbingly close by). Albion was the name of my home town, founded in 1754. It's only claim to fame is as the birthplace of Elijah Lovejoy, the first recorded American martyr for the press. The inhabitants had long since forgotten the significance of the town's namesake and had allowed the burg to fade into the kind of decaying, vapid decrepitude one expects from such tiny, isolated hamlets. It was part H.P. Lovecraft and part "'Salem's Lot," without the literary references and artistic punch of either. There were more cows than people in Albion, its economy based almost entirely on milk production. Those few who were not dairy farmers comprised the tiny merchant class, the even tinier landed gentry and the backwoods homesteaders. Most people think New England has four seasons, but Maine actually has two: Winter and Several Weeks of Very Chilly Weather. There is also a subseason, known to most locals as "Mud." Once, during the first week of Mud, some high school friends and I went off into the aforementioned forest primeval, engaged in our primary occupation: Avoiding School. We left town by way of an old logging trail that ran behind the general store ("H.L. Keay & Son, since 1850: If we don't have it, you don't need it!") and cut across thawing farmland and thickets until we reached the edge of Fowler's Bog. This was a vast expanse of dense marshland which stretched from Albion to the Unity town line, eight miles away. In the winter, when the bog was frozen, you could walk, ski or snowmobile across its surface safely, but for the rest of the year it was as treacherous a piece of ground as you could wish. We skirted the edge of the bog for several miles, admiring the first signs of spring (or Very Chilly Weather) in the forest around us. Finally, we reached our destination, an old, tumbledown hunting cabin along the edge of the bog, its boards weathered and gray in stark contrast to the emerging greenery of the woods. We remained there for several hours as the sun made its way quickly across the sky, talking, joking and speculating on the quality of existence outside Albion and Maine. Dark came early at that time of year, and before too long the shadows were lengthening rapidly as the sun began to slide down behind the trees. Now, we'd literally grown up in those woods and knew them very well: Fowler's Bog and the surrounding forest held no secrets for us. More than once we'd navigated our way home well after dark without so much as a stubbed toe. But not this time. Somehow, our little group became separated. Maybe the others left us behind intentionally, maybe we just weren't paying attention for once, I don't know. But it was nearly full dark when my friend Matt and I realized the others were not to be seen. We laughed about it, thinking they'd either gone ahead to lay in ambush and scare us as we made our way through the dark woods, or they'd taken a wrong turning somewhere up ahead and would no doubt catch us up later. So we continued apace, talking and laughing, until Matt stopped and jerked his head up and asked "What the hell is that?!??" I looked to where he pointed. I have seen bears, moose, wolves, coyotes, porcupines, foxes, deer, raccoons, coyotes and bobcats, all in their natural habitats. I have seen some weird things in those woods, things I cannot to this day adequately explain. This was one of them. I can still recall the unfamiliar feeling of abject terror; it was the first and only time in my life I've ever been utterly helpless with fear. It was quite big. It was very, very black. And it made the most terrifying sound I have ever heard in my life as it made its way through the underbrush not twenty feet away from where we stood. We didn't see it clearly, thanks to the darkness and intervening foliage. It crossed our path and went down into the bog, still making that noise. Then we heard a muffled "splash;" later we agreed it must have plunged into the bog at a deep spot. I never told my parents, but Matt told his and, being members of the landed gentry, they called the local sheriff who took us out there a couple of days later. Matt's parents came with us. We found the place easily enough, and there was plenty of evidence of the thing's passage: A swath of crushed forest underbrush crossed from the treeline down to the bog. Had we wished to, we could have easily followed it back into the forest. But the sheriff said it was a trail left by a couple of big bears and said we were lucky not to have been charged or even mauled. Matt's parents looked at the sheriff as though he'd just told them he was a space alien and would we mind joining him on Mars for tea? Matt's father called the sheriff every conceivable kind of ass, pointing out what we all knew: No bear or anything else we'd ever seen made that trail. But the sheriff just stood there calmly and took the verbal abuse, and after Matt's father had finished he quietly said the matter was closed and asked us not to make too much of it. That was the very last time my friends and I ever went near Fowler's Bog.

A friend and I were outside talking sometime after midnight. We heard loud, stomping sounds approaching. We stopped talking and froze. After a few seconds of silence I said "What the fuck was that?" Before my friend could answer, we heard a sound from trees about 10ft away. It sounded as if it was lion's growl coming through a horse's muzzle. We bolted to the house and woke up our friends to tell them the story. They convinced us someone was outside messing with us so all of us went outside to investigate. Armed with flashlights, baseball bats and golf clubs when searched around the house and found nothing. The search stopped when we heard the neighbors scream and all their exterior lights came on. A man came out yelling. We ran to their house and explained we heard them yelling and why we were out at this late hour. I asked if anyone else was thinking Bigfoot. The neighbors then said they had seen a Bigfoot looking into their window at that's why they were out there. We stayed there for maybe 20min talking and listening for anything else strange but nothing else was seen or heard.

The Off-The-Wagon Dueling Piano Bar in historic Asheville has a great theme: Get your kicks while listening to impromptu "piano duels" by multiple artists throughout the evening. However, the bar is located in a historic building with an ominous history. There's been a few clubs, bars, dives, speak-easy's in this building, and before that, it was overflow for an ER response to pioneer-era epidemics. One of the more notable historic aspects of the bar was the fact a previous club had sooo much crime in it, cops were called several times a night. I spoke to a local historian that found reports of at least two stabbings and one fatal incident at the location during "modern" history. The bar is full of 'energy' -you can feel it when you walk in. To normal folks, it's just the lively activity of a bar, but others feel eyes or figures standing in the shadows, just out of view. Two people on my investigative team have reported a tall black figure with a stove-pipe hat lingering near the front entrance inside the bar, near the ATM. He'll stand over people and then disappear when you look dead-center in that direction. My friend, an energy worker, has been touched a couple times by what she can only describe as a dark, masculine presence. I've set up my camera several times at this location, only to have it tampered with and shut off. The way my camera is setup, you have to physically turn the knobs to turn it off, even if the battery dies (the knob just stays in the power on position). I've captured EVP of a ghost saying where in the bar I was located, and how many other spirits are in the location. K2 meter readings have been debunked in the women's bathroom, however, there's very strange K2 and EMF readings that MOVE in the men's bathroom. The organization Haunted Asheville has footage from the owner of the bar showing the back doors opening and closing on their own. Submitted by CreepGeeks

In the late 1950’s residents of the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan told stories to their friends and neighbors of seeing a large rat-like creature that walked upright. William Liberman of Huntington Woods said the creature attacked his dog and during the fight “leaped over the fence of the backyard” and vanished into the night. "The Whatzit", as newspapers called it, was said to have enormous ears and a long tail. Over the course of three weeks it was spotted by a number of witnesses. Eventually The Whatzit was caught! Police officer James T. Mavis,of the Huntington Woods Police department, thought the strange animal was a type of Chinchilla although he said the only chinchilla he had ever seen was in an encyclopedia. The police department fed The Whatzit dog food while they waited to turn the creature over to the Detroit Zoo. Later in the day a zoologist arrived and could not immediately identify the creature. Possession of The Whatzit was turned over to the Detroit Zoo and strangely the creature was never mentioned again. Submitted by John E.L. Tenney

The first owner of the Caribou Hotel was killed when they fell down the stairs. The previous owner had their head smashed in on the pool table, the slate of which is currently part of the bar.

In August of 1968, Michael Lapp and Janet Cornell, two counselors at an all girls camp known as Buff Ledge, were abducted, taken on board a UFO and subjected to medical tests before being returned to the 100 foot dock they were taken from. Check out the "Our Strange Skies" episode on the Buff Ledge Abductions for an in-depth look at this account.

Subject was driving with friends late at night looking for deer for the upcoming hunting season. While driving towards a wooded area, she saw what she described as a white Bigfoot crossing the road between corn fields, and spent some time wondering if it was a ghost. Two other people in the vehicle also witnessed it. She was terrified by this sighting and refused to hunt that area when season opened.

While cycling in the countryside in June I saw a middle aged man kneeling in an empty field. His back was to me but I could see him tidying something away into a satchel. I thought he could have been a metal detectorist or a geo cacher. He wasn't holding a metal detector though. He then got up and walked the 100m to his car, which was parked on the other side of the field gate. Once he had driven away I walked through the bramble hedge and into the field over to the place he had been. I couldn't see any disturbed earth, just badger fur and hay stubble. I did some research when I got back and determined: -There are no geocaches nearby -He wasn't facing east so probably wasn't praying -The nearby Ridgeway has been used as a cross country route for at least 5000 years -The equally nearby Harwell Campus has a variety of experimental systems, including a particle accelerator and a nuclear fusion reactor

When driving home from work, I was sitting at the intersection of Sharon Rd and Hwy 66 when I saw 4 totally black semis (tractor trailers) rolling southbound in single-file formation. They had no company logos or markings of any kind. I have no idea where they could be going because there isn't much out that way besides a steel plant and farmland. All the trucks I see around here have some kind of marking on them at least on the cab. These had absolutely nothing. It seemed really strange to me.

I was spending the night at the Little A Le Inn in Rachel Nevada! Closest town to Area 51. I saw a ufo! The top was lighted up and the bottom wasn’t. I seemed like a circle! Very spooky ufo sighting and it was very close to Area 51!

In the summer of 1969 David Sears, a thoughtful young man from New York City had decided to spend the weekend on Block Island, a scenic teardop of sandy cliffs and grassland off of Rhode Island’s southern coast. David was eager to return to the island he had visited when he was younger. He had a friend who had planned to join him but the friend had backed out at the last minute. David was impatient, and decided to spend the night on the island alone, making plans to meet his friends at the ferry in New Shoreham the following morning. David was determined to camp on Block Island’s rugged southern coast. Block Island’s towering Mohegan Bluffs are on the Southern edge of the island and get their name from a terrible battle where the island’s Niantic peoples drove hundreds of invading Mohegans to their deaths in the mid 16th century. The bluffs and the rocky beach below are about a mile walk from the Southeastern corner of the island, home to the famous Southeast Light and the huge descending wooden staircase featured on every tourist postcard of the island. David was looking to make camp at the top of the bluffs when he came upon a weather-beaten wooden lean-to, looking to him like an old Boy Scout’s tent, half-sunken into the cliffside a little more than half way up. It was nine or ten feet long and barely five feet tall. David noticed that the wooden post facing the cliff was inscribed with an indecipherable writing that reminded him of Sanskrit or a far eastern script, although now he cannot recall what it looked like. He distinctly remembers the words were well-carved, the work of a skilled hand. It grew dark, the tide came in and brought a thick fog with it. As he settled in among the growing fog and the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach far below, he began to hear strange murmurings in the wind. At first he chalked it up to anxiety and to settle his nerves he tried to read. This being 1969 and David being a sensitive young artist, he tucked into his copy of a book by Jack Kerouac, but the author’s tales of being a forest ranger in the Pacific Northwest and encountering all kinds of strange happenings in those dark woods did little to snuff David’s growing fear. He put the book down, and that is when he began hearing the voices. David couldn’t discern at first if he was hearing the voices of multiple people—a ghostly conversation—or one singular disembodied voice. The words he heard were not recognizable but at the same time they weren’t clearly of another language. He cannot recall where this thought came from, but he had the distinct feeling that the voice or voices were from another time. To this day he does not know how or why he felt that, but the impression that what he was hearing was from a world other than our own was undeniable. He tried to parse out the conversation or failing that, individual words but he found it to be impossible. The language was too strange, the whispered voices too ephemeral. He heard a loud crash against the rocks below him, as if a huge stone had been smashed against the rocks. David scurried out of the tent and tried to call out to whoever or whatever was below him but it was too dark, he could discern nothing through the black and fog. Terrified, he began scrambling up the wet clay of the cliff face and unto the rubbery green flora that cover the tops of the bluff. He paused to catch his breath and was immediately bathed in a cone of blinding white light from above. The light obliterated the fog that had surrounded him, and peering up through his fingers to to make sense of what was happening he saw a large, dark wing gliding a dozen feet over his head, inexplicably between him and wherever the light’s source was. In those frozen seconds his mind raced—was it a bird? Could it see him? Was it coming for him? —and then he ran. He found his way through the darkness, scrub and vines to the road and waited for what seemed like an eternity. He saw headlights, and a car driven by a few year-round Block Islanders stopped and he hopped in. When he told them what had just happened to him they were astonished, but not by his story. “Look around!” they said, “These houses are all empty, no one lives on this part of the island.” “It’s haunted…” said the other. “Why were you out here?” In the years that passed whenever David thought about the incident on Block Island he thought about Native American myths of the Thunderbird and he thought of poltergeists, ghosts and hauntings. More recently, when telling one of his grandchildren the story, they responded that it sounded more like a UFO encounter—a dark black wing shape that slowly glides over the witness—and he is more inclined to think of it now in those terms. A few years after the sighting David returned to the island and walked west along the beach at Mohegan Bluffs out to Black Rock Point hoping to find the lean-to and identify, in daylight, where he had tried to camp. As he rounded the rocks at Black Rock Point he observed an elderly couple, sitting on a driftwood log. He said hello to them but they said nothing and just looked serenely towards the Atlantic Ocean and the horizon beyond. He didn’t see the lean-to, but he observed some wooden debris that he thought might be its remains. He walked back east up the beach and encountering some local beach walkers he mentioned the old, silent couple he had just seen around the point. “Oh.” The local man chuckled, “You saw them too?” This story was told to me by the witness as part of an investigation into MUFON case #99029 conducted during the summer of 2019. This story was originally published at www.StrangeObserver.com as "Terror on Block Island", I am the author of the piece and publisher of the website and I give permission to share it. -E. Smith

So we went to Taco Bell. Three drinks were ordered. I went to the drink dispenser and got some ice, handed over two iced cups to my spouse and kid, went over to the iced tea dispenser. Filled it and noticed someone's partial denture, floating in my cup. It had to have come out of the Ice Maker. I looked at my cup, looked at the teeth, handed it to my spouse and said " What the hell?" And just stood there confused. He went and got a new cup from the counter and my kid and I were just staring at each other and said "Crap! No one took a picture! No one will ever believe us!" I drank warm iced tea for lunch. The employee actually told my husband that "It must have been the cup factory." Whatever kid.

So idk what just happened... first off I’m sober as a rock been clean for just over 3 years . Anyways... I’m a little confused I was just walking my dog down the street a little late walk admit but on the way back I saw it looked initially like a light reflection off of the clouds are low cloud cover so I was watching it together maybe it’s a drone and then you can see it moving to the point where it looks like a bird flying but moving way too fast so I’ve seen what I thought to be on identified flying object before but they said no lights no indicator and it seem to be flying in a pattern in a circle so that maybe some of the drone and then it disappeared so I continued walking around the street and about maybe another block down and it returned I tried getting video on my phone but it’s just too dark looking at a black sky.. large repeating flight patterns changing direction very quick . Oh this is a completely new experience for me ; UFO? Spirit? Bird above cloud Cover? Silent drone? Something else entirely?. Thoughts?

Numerous people in the area have seen out-of-place animals, not native to the region, accompanied by mysterious Men in Beige. I myself was one of these people. I was in a field, with my father, when we spotted an ostrich, moving at high speed. As we wondered what to do, and planned to take plaster casts of the three-toed footprints, a good deal of time passed. Then, we witnessed a man in a beige "Safari-Style" outfit passing by, in an unmarked jeep with a cage on the back. He wore large aviator sunglasses and a pith helmet. There are no zoos or known menageries in the area. The Man in Beige simply peered at us and drove away. After telling this story to others, we found that we were not the only ones who reported such strange events. Others recalled seeing a man in beige driving a mysterious jeep with an animal caged in the rear. These include ostrich, zebra, and gazelle. This area is near a known UFO sighting (Flora MS UFO) and a military storage facility.

This was the most active haunting I had ever experienced. Activity began within a week of moving in. We rented this home from a police officer and his family. His family left for CA, and he stayed behind to rent the house and finish packing their belongings. It was a cute but outdated ranch with a drive under basement/ garage. The garage basement was the main reason we couldn’t pass up the opportunity since my husband has every tool under the sun, and he could set up shop at home. About the 3rd night in the house, we were awoke to the sound of the garage door opening up at 2AM. We wondered if someone was breaking in. My husband grabbed his gun, and did a perimeter check. No one was there… Our son was still asleep in his bed. We closed the garage door and went back to sleep. It happened again and again. We contacted the landlord and he got a new opener for the house. It happened randomly, but less frequent, because now other things are starting to happen. We believe that there were 2 entities, so I’ll discuss the tolorable energy first. He was a masculine energy with a protective vibe. I feel like he didn’t realize that he was gone. He stayed in the front living room, which was the kids TV/ gaming room. Next to that room was the dining room and a door to the kitchen off that room. The door would close to the kitchen. Which I preferred open. We might hear random noise or foot steps in the front rooms, but didn’t feel threatened with the energy. It just felt like he was waiting for his wife to come home and just hung out in the front room where you can see the driveway and could a sac. As we began to notice, feel, and discuss the energy and subtle occurrences of doors opening and sounds in the house, then it began to feel more intense. Mainly for myself and sometimes with my husband. It may have been because negative energy feeds on negative emotions. I was unhappy in that house and having to move from my dream house to this out dated house in a new town. I began to feel a depression, despite my best friend living in Santa Fe. I believe that made me a target. I think my fear and sadness fed this entity. My husband probably did too with his worries and understanding that I was unhappy. Many nights were sleepless nights because the activity was almost always during bed time. I could feel a presence in the corner next to my side of the bed. There was a door leading to the master bath and closet on that wall, and it was lurking in the corner. It just came from the shadow of the corner and stood over me, watching me. I felt that intense stare, and would usually turn over, pull the covers over my head, and try to ignore it. But it feels so penetrating. Little did I know that it was about to become more physical. I always knew when the”shadow man” was up to something because pets are aware of the energy as well. My dog ,Coco, would stand at the end of our bed barking and snarling at nothing just before something was about to happen. She was on alert. My other dog Lady liked staying in the front living room in her favorite chair. Coco is more of a pack dog and stuck with us, slept with us, and wanted to protect us. One night, she woke us up barking and snarling. Suddenly the bedroom door slammed closed. My husband and I sat up in bed staring at the door. I grabbed Coco since she was going nuts, to calm her. Brandon, of course, had to rule out the reality that someone could be in the house so he grabbed his gun and did a walk through the house. Our son was sleeping in bed, and didn’t wake up through the noise. Brandon came back to bed and I said “shadow man, again”. He said “I guess.” Another beautiful fall night, I had the windows open throughout the house. We were abruptly awoken to the loud “slam”. Again we sat up and noticed the bedroom door flying closed, but what was the originating slamming sound?? We realized that the window had slammed closed. This time I was more freaked out. I just laid back down and pulled blankets over my head. Brandon grabbed Coco and just did the same this time. We named the entity “shadow man” because our son said he saw the shadow man walking down the hall. Our friends would also catch a glimpse of him too. My best friend’s husband was more skeptical of the other worldly side, but had seen it as well. My son said that his toys were being moved. He had a hermit crab aquarium and would find his bionical toys inside the aquarium. Fortunately, he wasn’t going through the same things we were. He said he mostly got scared seeing a shadow walk down the hall past his door. One summer night, I was hot, so as I was sleeping, I had my right leg outside of the blankets in bed. I began to feel that penetrating stare to my right. Suddenly I felt someone pinch and slide their index finger and thumb on my upper thigh. This time I was pissed. I actually verbalized “get the f#$k out of my house, and don’t f#$king touch me” Brandon awoke and said what are you doing? I told him that I was pinched. I had nowhere to go… I had to just get under the covers and try and sleep. Now this next occurrence, I’m not sure if it was my very first sleep paralysis event or something else. I was dreaming at first but then woke up because I felt someone holding my shoulders down to the bed. I opened my eyes to see, but no one is over me. I was looking around trying to make sense of why I can’t move, and finally I found my voice. I began screaming and crying. I’ve never had sleep paralysis, but I researched the shit out of it. I never have experienced it again, either. The dream I was having at the time may have been important because it was about a car accident and I was being strapped to the strecher or board. I had other dreams of car crashes that involved Brandon, so I was getting a feeling that something was coming. An accident of sorts. A couple weeks later, I was rear-ended on the interstate, leaving Nashville. When I was strapped to the stretcher board in the ambulance, it was like de ja vus… This time, there were EMS professionals over me. Another occurrence, which was my husband’s… He woke me up by grunting “owww, What the f#$k was that?”. I said “what happened?” He replied, “I was scratched up my back.” We both got up from bed to find scratches on his back. Around our anniversary, in December, we went out. While driving, Brandon said to me that he had been scratched, but also felt that he was punched on his back another time. He said we can’t discuss the entity in the house any more, because he felt that the more attention we pay to it, the stronger it becomes. I agreed to not talk about it in the house, but fell short of that one last time. I came home from work, and I was showering. I felt like something was out side the shower curtain. I’m naked, vulnerable, and had to look. But nothing, no one.. I am beginning to think that I am going crazy, and I just lost it. Every emotion surfaced and I am sobbing. Brandon comes running to my rescue and comforts me. I explained that I am leaving, with or without him. I was ready to fight for my sanity. Every penny was being saved to move out of this hell hole. Kiki, my medium friend, that also worked with paranormal research in TN, was invited to walk through the house. She said that she felt like the land was the problem. Something bad happened on the land ages ago (before development of subdivisions) She recommended saging, salting the perimeter, and quartz placement at the NSEW points of the property. We did this, and finally things got better. Much less active. We finally were at a point that we could afford to move away as well. The landlord was going to rent it still, and I wonder if the new family that was moving in had any experiences. We lived there for 2 years. I hated that house and the baggage in it. I believe that the owner’s family left in a hurry and they could not afford to buy another house. I totally understand how you can’t always afford to leave a haunting…

I was sitting in a chair facing a glass wall/entryway when I saw someone I didn't recognize start walking across the doorway and disappeared before they reached the other side. This was during a regular workday and the man was wearing business casual clothes.

This is the location of the abandoned Old Olalla Cemetery where many of the victims of the nearby "Starvation Heights" are rumored to be laid to rest. "Starvation Heights" was an early 20th century 'clinic' run by Dr. Linda Hazzard who was arrested for starving her "patients" to death. You can read more about Starvation Heights here. This is a beautiful, quiet, and rather overgrown cemetery that has no real marked entrance. You have to walk into the woods, cross a small creek, and climb a hill. At the very top there are broken headstones and a large fallen tree and usually some candle wax from "teens" doing various forms of divination. Listen to the That's Weird podcast episode about Starvation Heights here [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fgzptfBBgQ&w=560&h=315]

There's a curious sentence painted into the brick of a Grand Forks alleyway, which has been slowly fading for at least twelve years as of the time of writing this. It reads as follows: "Animals who have escaped man's sensory organs through means of camouflage are here." Most of the remainder is illegible, but there's a bit more at the bottom of the wall: "will return." One can't help but feel watched while thinking about those words. They are beyond falsifiability, and remind us that the most well-camouflaged organisms on Earth will never be discovered.

This episode that happened to me and my friend Alice, is really silly, and weird , makes no sense at all. We were in the East Mall in Regina, after most of the shops were closed, and were taking a short cut to the parking lot. The mall was open, till midnight,. We were alone, and there was a pharmacy we had to pass to leave the mall. It was closed and a kind of trellis security blind over the who store front, ( like the old time elevators) . Outside of this were a bubble gum machine, of an elephant, and about 6 ft away another machine, where you put in a coin and the animatronic fortune teller would say something and you'd get your fortune on a card. As we were about to pass the Elephant machine lit up and said , 'Ruth, I love you, I love you'. My friend and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Just as we were about to say something. The fortune Teller animated and said 'Hello Ruth'. We laughed again and said "come on whoever you are we know you are there." However when we looked around there were no places where anyone could hide, we could see straight into the store, and the machines lit up and in fact were not plugged in as the leads went into the store and we could see that they were unplugged. We didn't know how fast to get out of there. We just couldn't believe such a bizarre and meaningless thing had happened. It made no sense at all. Next day we went back to the store and the machines were gone. I asked where the machines were and was given a vague answer about maintenance and that was that.

One night, about 6pm September 2015, I was driving from Regina to the rural town where I live, about 40 miles away on a road with scattered farms,There was very little traffic,if any that I remember. A trip I have taken hundreds of times, just a straight, dark road with only vehicle headlights for illumination. I was humming to myself and just thinking , as you do, without a radio. I suddenly thought, it was taking a long time to reach my turn off, and it wasn't there. I thought I had somehow missed it in the dark so would have to drive to the next town which was Indian Head, pop. 2,000, and turn around. I was mad at myself so drove the next 10 miles, but when I got to where Indian Head was supposed to be, it was totally different. There were 2 big gas stations across from each other (where a small motel was before) and they were lit up like Christmas trees, the whole town looked lit up with lots of new buildings. I was very disturbed and thought I was losing my mind. I thought that somehow, I was going in the wrong direction. I was feeling afraid and confused, I decided to keep on driving I drove for perhaps another 20 miles but nothing was familiar until I came to the town of Wolseley. I crossed the highway and sat on the side of the road, I tried to figure things out. I knew that my town wasn't this far out of Regina, so I decided to go back and drive very slowly. Eventually I saw the Indian Head turn off, exactly as it should be. No lights, little motel, modest gas station opposite. I was so relieved. I drove on to my turn off , exactly as it should be and went home. I was pretty shaken up and found that a trip that should have taken 1 hour had taken 5. I can't even speculate what happened. They have since made major changes to the highways but nothing like the changes I saw.

Drive south from Columbia, into the domain of the Lizard Man, and you will eventually arrive at a spring next to a church on land deeded to God. This is still on the books, as of 2019, and has never been legally disputed. This is a place of overlapping traditions and origins steeped in rumor, the most famous of which involves mortally wounded soldiers returning after being left for dead in its waters. Arrive today, and you will see the people of the Midlands lined up with gallon jugs at the water's edge. Sometimes you will find small shrines, and offerings of vegetables. Whatever spirit is here, it is trusted, and has formed relationships with those who come to it. I arrived in darkness in with a colleague of mine, on clear roads. Upon our return down the same roads, they were covered in leaves which had suddenly fallen from the trees, and no other cars had been through to clear them. A great light shone from between a set of trees, perhaps a mile out from the site, and appeared to fill an entire field beyond, shining upwards towards low clouds. I never got a closer look, and oddly, didn't give the incident much thought until nearly a year later, when it suddenly became clear to me how strange the return to Columbia had been.

I've always been leery of people talking about Shadow Figures, but the other night I was driving a friend home. We turned in to the manufactured home park where he lives. There is a grade school that backs on to the park, with high hedges around it except at one point, there is a ten-foot gap in the hedge. As we were passing it, I saw a black figure looking very flat, like it was cut out of cardboard, RUN past the gap. I thought it was weird, and said something to my friend who didn't see it. A couple of days later, I was there in the daytime and looked through the gap. There was a drop of three feet, so it couldn't have been a person running by. I just wish my friend had seen it.

My grandparent's house, that I grew up in, is haunted by an older man who is confused by why my grandmother passed away. He didn't haunt the house while she was alive, just after she passed. Now it's so bad we can't step foot in the place and it's been condemned. The lights turn on and off, I would hear boots on the linoleum, and my grandmother's coffee cup we kept on the table would slide across it like someone was pushing it. I've seen a roll of paper towels get lifted, I've heard him laugh after I told a dirty joke. I see him every now and then in the window when I go to look at the outside of the house. He just looks sad.

I was standing outside at night. Around 8:30pm. It was about 30 degrees outside with clear skies. I saw something in the distance that I initially thought was an airplane, but it was too bright and changing colors rapidly. The colors cycled through red, blue, white, and green so rapidly that it almost glittered. As I watched it in the east, it suddenly zig zagged back and forth and then took off very fast in a northerly direction. It made no sound.