A friend and I were driving from Salem to Portland one evening in 1985. A few miles north of Salem, I noticed three white lights in the sky. They were in a triangle pattern. As we watched on of the lights turned red and then moved to form a straight line. As we watched the light at the end of the line would move up to again form a triangle . Over and over again they did this. I pulled over to the side of the road at one point to watch. When I got back on the road, A state cop pulled up along side me. Thinking he was going to pull me over I looked up and saw he was watching them too. The lights suddenly disappeared, like just faded out. It was about twenty minutes of watching them. I saw later in the news paper they had been seen as far away as the East coast.

The Martha Washington School for Insane Girls, Seattle WA on Lake Washington, is rumored to be one of Seattle’s most haunted places. Rumors of Violence, Poor treatment, Suicide, and even murder pervade the history of the facility. Despite the persistence of these stories, Seattle seems to have all but forgotten this dark portion of its children’s history. Sterile though the historical timeline below this essay may be, this School has a story that is still trying to be told, with locals bearing witness to having heard strange noises, the sounds of running footsteps, and even screams on the grounds, today a city park. These spirits, if that’s what they are, as further said to inhabit the trees, some of which are clearly almost a century old, and rumored to have been planted by patients/inmates of the “School”. Bullies and would be Muggers etc seem to fall victim to the ghosts, while troubled teens, particularly teenage girls are said to derive a dark sense of comfort from them. While I’ve so far been unable to find a record of the school’s darker side that names names or gives specifics of who dies when and how- I think that is perhaps a little less important, and no more scary to hear about, than to simply recall what routinely went on in State run institutions of this sort throughout the 19th and 20th centuries. While the normal world turned slowly around them, patients of Asylums, Conservatoriums, Hospitals, University Hospitals, and more were regularly experimented upon. Sometimes with therapeutic aims, other times, the motivations were much less clear. Details: Historylink.org File on the Martha Washington School Name: Parental Home for Girls Location: 3404 (N)E 68th Street Building: Wood Site: 1.23 acres 1914: Opened on April 1 1918: Renamed Girls' Parental School 1921: Closed 1922: Leased to Ruth School 1933: Leased to Medina Baby Home 1945: Site sold in September Name: Girls' Parental School Location: 6612 57th Avenue S Building: 2-story brick Architect: Floyd A. Naramore Site: 9.87 acres 1921: Opened 1928: Residential annex added on site (n.a.) 1930: Addition (n.a.) 1931: Name changed to Martha Washington School for Girls 1957: Closed as Seattle Public School; site leased to state 1965: Closed as a residential school 1968-69: Alternative program site 1970-71: Alternative school site 1972: Sold to City of Seattle 1983: Used by the Cornerstone Montessori Academy 1989: Buildings demolished Use of Martha Washington School site in 2000 Martha Washington Park

An entity of unknown origin is responsible for the placement of three high quality (not generic) saltine crackers under a pea vine that I had planted only hours earlier. No other evidence was found in the immediate vicinity. Crackers were NOT consumed based on advice from Liminal Seattle staff.

I was looking after my elderly parents at their house in N. Portland. One night , at about 3 in the morning , I woke up needing to got to the bathroom , which was down stairs. I opened the stairwell door and could feel the air pressure had changed, Curious, I opened the door to the living room ,and the sound of the living room was, “wrong”. It sounded like I had walked on to a stage. I looked to see the far wall of the living room had disappeared and a misty sort of landscape was seen in the distance. Three odd looking creatures stood in the living room and one hissed at me. I just continued walking to the bathroom, shaking like a leaf. I stayed there for a half hour , until I could bring myself to open the door. Walking out , I could see all was back to normal. Weird.

I was chatting with some neighbors in my driveway around 9:30 one night. It was snowing fairly heavily. The energy shifted and the dogs around us became restless; we looked up and a gorgeous buck was down the street. He ran down the street in our direction, which seemed odd in retrospect because he was running toward people instead of away and the dogs stayed close instead of chasing. I told my neighbor I would walk them home. When we got to their house, we found what looked to be a big cat paw print in the snow (too big for a dog’s paw) of the driveway. We hadn’t seen a mountain lion, but felt that some strange big invisible or real cat had been in the deer’s pursuit.

In 1984, a large hole mysteriously appeared out in a field with a large cube of dirt from the same area sitting nearby, as if it were ejected or removed from the hole en masse. There were no indications that humans or animals had created the hole and geologists were stumped. A short news clip from the era exists documenting this strange occurence. [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxpBc64mtYE]

The Spook Light, also known as the "Hornet Spook Light" (after the nearby community of Hornet, Missouri) has been seen by people for many, many decades, long before the advent of the automobile. On this particular road, which is on the Oklahoma side of the state line, strange, glowing orbs are seen dancing in the air, particularly at night...

Driving my on to school this AM, I turned down the dirt road near our house and a rabbit jumped out in front of our car. Every time I tried to move forward, it moved a little further in front of the car. I finally had to stop and walk towards it. I wanted to move it off the road so it wouldn't get hit. It stared at me, hopped a few feet and stopped, like it was leading me down the road, but eventually moved out of the way. I wish I could have followed it!

Although it appears, from the street, as a perfectly normal "corporate office building," you don't want to press the wrong elevator button in Expedia's Bellevue Headquarters. If you unwittingly enter the wrong passage, a hideous stench will assail your nostrils on a whiff of stale and putrid air. Deep within the walls of this office building, a slithering mass of Vampiric Serpents from a Dark Dimension writhes and crawls within their hibernaculum, feeding off of the victims trapped by using Expedia's travel services. Once you've signed up for a travel plan on Expedia.com, you've drawn their attention. Now their psychic tendrils begin inching towards you and your fellow travelers, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Sometimes they don't get you, but when they do, they slurp down their favorite sustenance: your time, energy, and attention. It's possible that these Expedia Serpents are the Gods of the Timehunters, eternally reborn, waiting for the chance to send their agents back far enough to establish their reign in a kind of paradoxical self-establishment that would be at home in a Stanislaw Lem story. Whatever they are, however, the lesson is clear: Do Not Use Expedia.com For Your Travel Needs. Doing so will feed these Dark, Vampiric Serpents, and put you, your loved ones, and anyone who travels in grave danger.

Once home to a museum where was housed the remains of several peoples long past, Allen Hall now sits vacant. I worked at the museum as a student. Once, in the long, lonely hours while cataloging records, I saw from the corner of my eye a young woman walking along the hallway. When I glanced up to see who it was, she vanished. I didn't feel a chill. I believe her purpose was not to frighten, but rather that she was a sister, appearing to let me know I was not alone.

I was travelling on a train from Nottingham to Grantham, where I lived at the time. Bottesford Station (serving a village by that name) was the last stop on the journey and I have the distinct memory that the train stopped there TWICE. Normally I would just put this down to misremembering the train journey but I clearly recall the first time the train stopped at Bottesford, which then repeated itself.

Marty McCaulley reports that on April 12th cars were pulling over on State Route 530 to watch a swirling black ring floating in the air:

"In the sky down by Jimmy creek road. What the heck IS IT! people are stopping all over the highway taking pictures..."

This article on Stranger Dimensions suggests it could possible be a blown transformer or perhaps a machine specifically designed to create these things... But where's the fun in that?

We were in Las Vegas and stayed at the Bally Hotel. My husband had half an hour of unexplained coughing (ended up with bruised ribs when we returned home and he went to the doctor) and was unable to breathe suddenly when we were in our room getting ready for a show. He felt better but we then had a strange time loss event where we were very confused. Years later I discovered that there was a huge fire when the Bally was the MGM. An employee died in our hotel room of smoke/CO2 inhalation. We are going back in two weeks to check it all out again now that we know what happened there. Lots of details on blog https://weirdlifepdx.blogspot.com/2019/01/high-strangeness-at-ballys-hotel-las.html (Part One).

It was around 5:00 AM I was in the Walmart parking lot, waiting for a request on Uber. As I did often in hopes of getting a long trip to the Salt Lake City Airport. It was early, so I was taking it slowly. I sat in my car, music off and just waiting. Seemingly out of nowhere, I hear a gradual trumpet sound, almost as if it was a tornado alarm. I figured it might've been coming from my speakers, so I turned the dial on the volume down...that did do anything. I stuck my head out of the window to an eerily calm morning and confirmed it was coming from the sky, or that general direction. I could sort of make out the direction the horns were coming from, so I start to follow them. As I left the Walmart toward the direction of the horns, they became more intense. The closer I'd move, the more intense the sound, but only after a few minutes of hearing it, the sound faded away.

Saw the ghost of a boi in a friend's apartment.

Hy Brasil: a mythical island off of the coast of Ireland said to be occupied by a warlock and his flock of enormous black rabbits.

I was walking home after a night of dancing, when I came across a worn out drag queen looking to bum a cigarette. I obliged, gave them a light, then turned my head and they were gone. There's no way they could have smoked a cigarette that fast and you can't go inside the bar with one either!

There is a ghost named Dorothea who "lives" in the dance studio in the basement of Cossitt Hall. She descends from a spiral staircase that has long since been torn down in remodels. She is missing her face. She is friendly to well-to-do students, but hates janitors and students attending the school on need based financial aid (me). Dorothea scared me off and chased me two blocks and nearly gave me a heart attack. I did not believe in the paranormal at the time of my encounter with Dorothea. I had never heard about her existence before I encountered her. It was in my telling other people after the fact that I discovered her name and that many people have seen her. If you want to try meeting a terrible classist ghost, by all means, go to the basement of Cosset Hall in the middle of the night. (Here is a bit from a school paper from 2006 that talks about Dorothea as well as the ghost of Mary Bemis who haunts the college's all women dorm, whom I never had the pleasure of meeting. http://www.ciphermagazine.com/archival/old-ghosts-never-die)

My childhood best friend and I were driving into Yakima to get some Taco Bell from out in the country near Selah where he lived. Not far into our drive we both saw a flash of bright light. We looked at each other and asked "what was that?" When we looked back at the road we found that we were now in Yakima not far from the Taco Bell that was our destination. The clock on the car radio indicated that no time had passed. We had seemingly been removed from time and placed back into it several miles closer to the fast food we had been craving.

South of Olympia, WA, hundreds and hundreds of mysterious earthen mounds cover the landscape. Stretching as far as the eye can see, these unusual geological formations have never been explained to the satisfaction of most who encounter them.

The granduncle of High Weirdness. No simple overview could do it justice. If you're looking for the ultimate paranormal rabbit hole, this is the place to start digging. More info: https://www.skinwalkerranch.org

On several occasions we have seen and heard the ghost of a small African American girl in a patchwork dress. She hums and sings. We first encountered her when i was young. I came back from playing and told my mom that there was a girl in the woods. I'm not quite sure of the history of my dads 36 acre property or what families owned it prior.

[caption id="attachment_1494" align="alignnone" width="593"] The Gates of Hell. In Antioch.[/caption] Growing up in Contra Costa County in the East Bay Area of California, the one place I remember having legitimate fear of passing through is the area collectively known as Gravity Hill. On a small back road in Antioch (near Mt. Diablo), there is a road called Empire Mine Rd - and on this stretch of asphalt teenagers were known to park their car and put it in neutral in a spot that gave the illusion of being completely flat (if not going up at an incline). I remember doing this (only during the day obviously) and being surprised that our completely stationary car would start to slowly begin to move and then pick up speed and start lunging forward - an phenomenon that was speculated to have been ghostly hands pushing our vehicles out of harms way. Nearby there was a place called the Gates of Hell (which of course sat close to an abandoned Slaughterhouse). Much of the lore has been lost to time for me, but I do remember if ever we had to drive by late at night, I would clench my arm rests and look out the window. The rumors had something to do with Satanic cults and strange rituals and I was always afraid I would see dark figures carrying torches back in the hills. I haven’t been back since the 2000s, and it looks like the road is closed (but possibly still accessible via pedestrian traffic if what I read online is correct). I wonder if the kids nowadays still go visit The Gates of Hell?

Reputed Portal/Stargate in the desert of Mauritania.

R'lyeh (Approximate)

A candy-cane striped pole marks the spot where, according to legend, once a year a castle full of elves appears.

[caption id="attachment_1489" align="aligncenter" width="512"] Roger469 [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)][/caption]Traveling on the California coast near the Santa Lucia Mountains? You may experience the feeling of being watched. According to local legend, "Dark Watchers" haunt the ridges and peaks of the mountains: giant figures in wide-brimmed hats with walking sticks, keeping a mysterious eye or two on travelers as they pass by. Get too close and they'll disappear! More info: The Mysterious Dark Watchers of California (Mysterious Universe) The Mysterious Dark Watchers (Beyond Science)

I was walking on the sidewalk past the park, can't remember what street it is but it's a small street where there are houses on one side and on the other side is the park which is just a dark abyss at night. I was feeling creeped out for some reason already and then I started hearing a cat meowing, quietly at first and getting louder as I seemed to approach it, but I there was no human or animal visible anywhere. At some point, when I seemed to be very close, I recognized that it was a human voice. Then I ran away.

Friend or Foe? Twice now, in the exact same spot, on my midnight bicycle commute home to West Seattle, this fast and flat Shadow Cat crossed the road right under my wheels. Could it be a Ghost cat that meet its end there? A Guardian? Or a Messenger from the beyond??? DRAWING INCLUDED WITH SUBMISSION:

In 1989, during a dance contest at the ballroom of Quadra Vilarinho, reigned by the celebrated dancer Ricardo Malta, an unknown man with a hat decided to participate. At the end of the contest, only Malta and the outsider remained dancing, and the later eventually won the championship. As he took off his hat to celebrate the victory, he uncovered two horns on his head. The ballroom was then taken over by a huge commotion and people started running away. The stranger seized the oportunity to fled and disappeared, never to be seen again, but not before some dancers spotted a pair of hooves in place of his feet. He them became known as the Capeta do Vilarinho (Vilarinho's Devil).

Looked up in the sky around 6 pm and a floating white light too high to be a drone. Organic in movement. Too low and silent to be a chopper. Hovered for a while and then drifted off into the horizon behind trees.

I was sitting on the front porch of my parents house, about 2 or 3 years ago, smoking a cigarette. They live in a very urban/suburban area, with some woods nearby in the Renton Highlands. It was probably around 1am at night, when I noticed a bunch of animals crossing through the cul-de-sac which my parents live on. There were probably around 8-10 animals, which I recognized as coyotes, roaming around as a pack. They passed through at a brisk jogging pace, not even noticing I was there watching them go by. It was very unnerving and eerie to say the least. There was no one else around, and I was pretty freaked out.Submitted by Anonymous

Circa 2012, my cousin and I were up late one night while camping on The Homer Spit. We were headed for the public restrooms near the fishing hole lagoon on foot. It was a dark yet clear night of late summer. As we walked along, I noticed something high in the sky, a glowing object very similar to what a satellite in orbit looks like. But this was no satellite I'd ever seen due to its path of travel and speed of which it crossed the skyline. I said to my cousin, “Look at that!” As I pointed. This object was tracking across the skyline faster than most satellites I've seen, but it had another peculiar characteristic about it. Without changing speed, it was making sharp cornered direction changes. The object did a wide zigzagging pattern in this manner across the entire skyline and we watched it go below the horizon to the South of our location. It was traveling in our outer atmosphere as a bright one t the entire time. To this day, I cannot explain what it was. I know of nothing humankind has which could make those sharp turns without changing speed.

I've never talked about this before for fear of sounding utterly insane. In saying that, even though I witnessed it, I still have a hard time believing or understanding what I saw. -- Around 10PM at night I witnessed what appeared to be black smoke coming from an apartment building a few blocks north. I was immediately confused because it did not move like anything I've seen in the sky. Best way to describe the movement of this "black smoke" is like when black ink drops into water. It was swirling, moving in multiple directions, and the color of was blacker than anything I've seen before. After a few seconds the "black smoke" turned into a small glowing orb . The orb hovered in the sky for a couple of seconds, then made three zig zag motions, it hovered in the sky for a few seconds, and then shot straight up into the atmosphere. This incident lasted approximately 1-2 minutes. I'm only sharing my story in hope of finding a reasonable explanation for this.Submitted by Sandy

I was camping by myself at the Joshua tree national park and taking long exposure photos in the dark. No one was in the campground with me, and It was around 11:30pm when I saw a flashing circle light in the sky. It sounded like a really quiet passing over me. The sound constantly went off and on and then completely stopped. The long exposure photo of the UFO shows kind of a flare where it flew by and 2 glowing blue circle shapes from where it hovered. There was no background lights from my tent or anywhere around me.Submitted by B.B.

A ‘perfectly round' 30-foot circle of flattened, rotated grass was found with a mutilated cow inside. A 1/4 mile to the west, a second 30-foot circular area was found in a wheat field (newly planted, only about 4 inches tall at the time) which also appeared to have been burned. This circle also had a mutilated cow inside it. A small amount of radioactivity was detected by the local Sheriff's department while investigating. The sheriff called Reese Air Force base to come out and inspect the site further. The sheriff reported overhearing one of the military officers express some concern over the radioactivity level.

Hills have legend of humanoid beings that at night transform into glowing orbs, fly & hunt for blood, specifically human. Not sure how often the feeding occurs. In the mid 70s. I personally witnessed and was chased by such a thing as a child along with a large part of my extended family during a picnic,, looked like a glowing human size orange orb, intelligently maneuvering through the trees. In late 80's Witnessed it again as a teen, the second time it was not chasing but "scouting" over the town's sky for an evening. This thing is weird because it affected time, the minds of those around, physics, & it appears to be a ghostly being,/ cryptoid, but very UFO-ish as well, hard to pin down. Submitted by "The man from dyatron"

The Walnut of Benevento was an ancient and leafy walnut tree consecrated to the Germanic god Odin, around which met a community of Lombards settled near Benevento from the sixth century, in the territories originally inhabited by the Samnites. The celebration of pagan and religious rites, which included hanging a goatskin from the walnut, has given rise to various legends that have perpetuated over the centuries, concerning ceremonies and magical rituals officiated by witches on the occasion of sabbath (the return of the devil). .

While driving through the desert with my grandmother, our a/c went out in her 2001 Honda Passport. It was incredibly hot. I am from North Carolina, and was in California for my cousin's High School Graduation. In 2008, I was a High School Junior. (I had just returned from a fishing trip in Red Lake Ontario, before heading out to California. While in Canada I spent some time with some local indigenous folk. For two weeks I drank a type of local Root Beer with them. It was the best I'd ever had in my life. I consider myself a Root beer Connoisseur.) With our a/c broken and no beverages to quench our insatiable thirst, we decided to look for a gas station. Our GPS showed ZERO gas stations around. Suddenly, a building appeared before us. It was a small building with an old timey gas pump out front. The building itself was made of stones, smoothed out by years of flash floods. Inside the building was a single beverage stall. Inside the stall was a selection of bottled waters, and THAT INDIGENOUS CANADIAN ROOT BEER! Needless to say, I was so happy. Nothing seemed off about the store clerk or anything. I just couldn't believe I found this special root beer, in the desert of all places!. We continued on and went to my cousin's graduation. Afterwards, I decided we would drive back using the same route so I could buy all of the remaining root beer. I just had to bring that magical beverage back home to NC with me. I drove up and down this rural desert road 3 times. The stone gas station wasn't there! I couldn't believe it. Maybe I had taken a wrong turn I thought. No way. There was only one road! I have since been back to the area 3 times. I literally asked every local I ran into about it. I always received the same answer. THERE IS NO STONE GAS STATION!

I full-on astral planed during a performance at at this theater. I was singing a song I had written about life and death being one and the same and about a half-minute into it I realized I was outside and above myself, watching it happen as it happened. There was nothing unsettling or upsetting about this. I simply felt in awe of the experience and went with it. As the song ended, I re-entered my body. I don't drink or do drugs when I perform. I'm not on any kind of medication. It was one of those truly weird and undeniably beautiful experiences.

Strange animal sighting occured on the Lake since 1816 (8 witness back then). Through the years, he was often described as a long neck animal like a sea serpent or a Plesiosauroidea.The Monster is named Mamphre on reference to the Lake name (Lake Memphremagog).

I recently had a bonfire in my backyard. I love fire and am always mesmerized by flames. I was taking a lot of pictures of the things that I was burning in my fire . When I went to crop my pictures, I noticed right away that I was not alone. In the first picture of my fire, there is a young girl silhouette in the smoke. In the second picture, there is a boy tall and peeking into the fire from behind it.

One night when we were sleeping in a tent on the abandoned upper cabin road, we felt a dark presence and heard 2 heavy feet walking on the gravel past our tent. It was obvious to us that the sound was not made by an animal but by a bipedal entity.

This is the site of the abduction of Betty and Barney Hill. Roswell, NM gets all the UFO action but this is where all the common tropes of abduction originated. On September 19th, 1961, Betty and Barney Hill were returning to their home in Portsmouth, NH, from a trip to Canada when at around 10:30pm, The Hills witnessed what appeared to be a UFO. They pulled off the road at a picnic area to watch but took off in a panic when the craft seemed to approach their car. A short chase ensued and their recollections become hazy here. When they regain control of their consciousness, the couple discovered that they had driven 35 miles but had hardly any recollection of what had happened. Through hypnosis, both reported that they had become mesmerized by the operators of the craft, were compelled to pull off the road and get out of their car where they were taken aboard the craft. Both reported that they were experimented upon, shown star maps believed to be the origins of these EBEs, and were returned to their car. Since then, locals to Lincoln, New Hampshire have built memorials to the abduction. The restrooms, of all place, of the Irving Express off exit 33 on I93 features an elaborate mural dedicated to the abduction and the state of New Hampshire placed a sign commemorating the event along the route as well.

1) mysterious lights in the creek bottom just west of us - which we investigated as possible deer poachers hunting illegally - but found no signs of trespassers - and a couple of times it seemed like the lights were directed at the side of the house 2) moving "dots" of light in the sky 3) dark orbs or figures floating above the trees4) unusual sounds which were very localized (sounded like they were being made by something at that spot) 5) on one occasion when we experienced the lights/sounds and went to investigate and were gone for at least 30-45 minutes upon returning our clocks in the house showed only a few minutes has elapsed6) on another occasion one member of the household described that as he walked through the house the light followed him from window to window and then back the opposite direction even though the blinds were all closed so there was no open windows to see him through.

I live in the University District of Seattle. Since 2016, I have witnessed paranormal words, numbers and images--primarily on surfaces in my home, on my body, and most spectacularly in the clouds. My kitchen backsplash especially functions like a continually-changing portal of some kind. With the right filter on my camera phone, the images went from a subliminal hint to outright visible proof. The spirit world is real, and I am seeing it to this day.

I was walking past this place with window display of hotdog related stuff. Hotdog t-shirt, vintage hotdog carrier, some printed out article about the oldest hotdog stand in Philly, hotdog posters. I love hotdogs so of course I stopped to look. The door and the curtain was closed and there was no open/close or a store hour sign. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even tell if it was a store. I thought it could've been a gallery but there was no sign indicating the name of the place. I'm standing close to the door taking pictures and of the displays and when I looked at the door again, the curtain was now half open and I could see a middle aged man sitting on a rolling chair wearing nothing but his boxers, watching me. I couldn't see his face because the curtain was only partially open and I got the hell out of there. Came home and searched the address but still can't find out anything about the place. Submitted by hotdog69

Elevator accidentally took me to the restricted sub-basement floor of the VA. They definitely have a demogorgon down there. I managed to get out alive.

My daughter, aged 29 at the time, and I work third shift in a neighboring city. We were headed to work on HWY 221 which had recently started becoming a four lane highway. All of the sudden what appeared to be a large square window without a frame or anything holding it in the air lit up the night sky. A dark figure was staring out of it. It was visible barely for a second and I thought I had imagined the thing and kept quite until a couple of minutes later when my daughter mentioned it. She had seen it too.

I have a medicine box on my shelf in my bedroom, and I'm very careful to keep it tucked all the way to the back of the wall so it doesn't fall over. However last night my roommate and I were talking about ghosts and spirits and the box just...fell off the shelf? All the way from the back, and it honestly it got sooooo cold in there even though we had turned off the air con off hours ago.

I live right near the Last Chance Range, near Shadow Mountain. Weird, spooky stuff happens around the range all the time, but the most memorable experience for me was the time when I woke up very thirsty in the middle of the night, around 2am. As I went into my kitchen, I could see through my windows that it was unusually bright out....

This is just something a little weird that happened to me at the airport. So i was waiting by the gate for them to start boarding us, at around 11 am they made the call saying that they were ready for us to start boarding, the usual, first people with need of help or with small children etc, since i am in zone 3 i figure i'll go take a piss in the washroom just in front of the gate, i don't even take 4 minutes to do my business and come out expecting people to start lining up, as i approach the gate i see absolutely no one waiting in line....

Back in the early 80's a month or so after my grandma passed I was woke up in the middle of the night by a smoke being that “felt” like her. It disappeared when I try to hug “her”.

I clocked out at work (actual time stamped card) and drove home. This drive was 45 min to 60 min depending on traffic. This day I got home saw the clock on the stove and got a very sick feeling to my stomach. I asked my adult daughter “what time is it”? She said the same time as on the stove clock. I paced around for a good hour freaking out. I should not have been there, it was only about 10 min since I left my work. No way physically could you get from one point to the other in less then 45 min

Wanting to finish the book I was reading, I stayed up until about 12:30am, placing the book on the night-table beside me. When we awoke the next morning to pack up for our drive to Memphis, I noticed the book was missing from where it sat not six hours prior. My partner and I turned the room upside down looking for it. It had not slipped behind the bed, under the bed, or gotten lost in the bedsheets. It had simply vanished....

As we were coming back west bound Hwy 50 we just emerged from the cave rock tunnel and my wife made a comment "whats that?" looking towards the lake which was maybe 100' away, out about approx 50 yards was a shiny black cylindrical thing that was maybe 40' long it came out of the water in a sort of long twist and then emerged and then out again, no head or tail visible....

About 21:00 pm, me and a friend see a strange formation of 3 flying Bright lights making a triangle, not so far of us(aprox. size of a car, 20 meters of distance ). This during for a few seconds and faster go away, disappear on sky. After we see this lights, we notice a 10 minute of time lost. We still remember this day.

I was looking up the above address in google maps on street view and I noticed in the sky what appeared to be the same floating object as the one in the Packard Sawmill "Boob" (https://liminal.earth/stories/packard-sawmill-boob/), with both being timestamped in Aug 2008. Seems to be weird for just a coincidence.

Jersey Devil (a.k.a. the Leeds Devil) is a legendary creature said to inhabit the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey. The creature is often described as a flying biped with hooves, but there are many variations. The common description is that of a kangaroo-like or wyvern-like creature with a goat- or horse-like head, leathery bat-like wings, horns, small arms with clawed hands, cloven hooves and a forked tail. It has been reported to move quickly and is often described as emitting a high-pitched "blood-curdling scream."

As I was on the computer, I could hear the sound of rain starting to heavily fall outside. I got up from my chair and walked out to the hallway to look outside the hallway window. As I was looking outside, I could sense something by my right shoulder and a young male voice whispered “Turn off the light.” I can tell you I froze because no one was there. I have lived in this house since 1968 and about 30 years ago, there were some strange things going on – sounds of boots walking up the stairs when no one was there,. The smell of pipe tobacco when no one was in the room and a couple of appearances of a young boy. After the house was remodeled the strange occurrences stopped……… until last night. I can tell you that I slept with the lights on in my bedroom and I still get chills today just thinking about it.

Per submitter, "Legends of this region go back to times before Europeans settled here." This place has it all: UFOs, black helicopters, cattle mutilation, thunderbirds, cryptids, people experiencing missing time, giant snakes, ghosts, a troublesome being called Pukwudgie that matches a lot of European fairy lore. Beginning in the late 1980's, Freetown cops were alerted when locals were finding mutilated animals in the forests of the triangle. Reports say that they were killed in a "ritualistic" manner which honestly can mean anything at that point. This was happening in the middle of the Satanic Panic. Regardless, it was a LOT of dead animals ranging from the small (cats) to the large (cows). And this kept happening into the 90's. The perpetrators were never identified and locals assumed that a violent cult was at work in the area. In 2015, the Triangle upped the ante. Mutilated human bodies were found in the same forest in 2015. The corpses of two women were found stacked, both were missing body parts. The killer is still at large. There were mass UFO sightings in the 1970's. The classic triangle-shaped craft was spotted by locals in 1972 and there are even reports of crafts spotted as far as back as the mid-1700's. There are reports of a ghost trucker, a ghost hitchhikers, both which menace drivers on the roads in the Triangle at night. People have disappeared without a trace in the forest, there's a lake monster, Bigfoot sightings, giant birds. There's Dighton Rock, which has petroglyph carvings all over that no one can identify. The center of the activity seems to center on Hockamock swamp, which means Place of Spirits to the Wampanoag people, but three towns compose the points of a triangle where all sorts of crazy, weird, and sometimes menacing. The towns are Abington, Freetown, and Rehoboth.

I ducked into the phone booth in front of the CU Building on 14th Street during a thunderstorm, and I found a CASSETTE TAPE!!!! The tape was in a paper sleeve that said, in big black letters: DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS TAPE This had to have been left by time travelers, because: 1. Phone booth, always known to be a time traveler hot spot 2. A cassette tape? This was in like 2007, so it had to have either been from the past, or from the future when cassettes got retro-cool again. What was on the tape? I have no idea, I was not about to risk whatever sort of mummy-style curse that might come about from disobeying VERY CLEAR instructions. So I kept it with my other tapes for save keeping. I eventually had it in a storage unit. Now this is where it gets weird: all of my tapes vanished from the storage unit. Totally disappeared. I’m guessing someone came to retrieve the tape, and just took them all to make sure they got the right one.

When I was a Girl Scout in the early 2000's my parents sent me to camp at Silver Bay YMCA camp. I went with girls from my troop and when we arrived we found out the camp was run out of an old Victorian building called "Paine Hall." It was very spooky looking but we didn't really pay any mind. We had unsuccessfully fought for a spot in the big master bedroom with a private bathroom but lost out to another group of girls. We were lucky lol. After the first night the girls who slept in the room under the master room confronted the group of girls sleeping in it for making noise and rocking the chair all night, the girls upstairs claimed they had all been asleep. Later that afternoon my friends and I were in the library in the hotel on the grounds, we found a book about ghosts in the adirondacks (I googled it i believe it was Haunted Warren COunty by David Pitkin) we open the book and skim through and come across a section on Paine Hall at Silver Bay. Needless to say we FREAKED, told everyone to the point that the camp library pulled the book from the shelves for the remainder of our camp session so we couldnt freak ourselves out more. Here's the weird thing though. None of the camp counselors tried to tell us it was fake, at all. They just told us not to worry about it and that they'd explain more at the end of the session but didn't want to frighten some of the younger and more timid girls. In the remainder of the week I went to the bathroom and brought my friend (as we were now in a veritably haunted mansion lol) as I went to wash my hands we heard one of the girls from upstairs come down, there was a big staircase at the entrance of the bathroom downstairs, you could distinctly here the footsteps come down so clearly my friend Hannah literally said "whos coming down here so late" but then we heard the footsteps get to the bottom of the stairs, right in front of us. No one was there. At all. We RAN back to our room. The girls in the master room eventually asked to use another room as when they'd shower the faucet would turn on then the shower would turn off when they left to turn of the sink (and so on back and forth) on top of the noises they kept hearing and their downstairs neighbors. The counselors who took over the room admitted at the end of the session the same thing happened to them too. We convinced the counselors to let us into the spooky cellar on the last day, my friend had a camera and took a bunch of pictures, when we came outside we found a photo with a distinct face in the corner, when we went to turn the camera on and show it to another group of girls that photo was gone. Totally gone, all the other photos still there. Which I'd be more inclined to believe we had been mistaken if not for when the counselors told their stories before we left... they showed us a photo (I'd love to track down the former director of the program as she likely would still have the physical copy she showed us) apparently one night they had been trying to convince one of the other counselors who hadn't experienced anything yet the house was haunted, they showed us a photo where you can see their reflection in the window of the rotunda standing behind a guardrail where the floor is raised (if you google a photo of Paine Hall you can see photos for reference) nothing there. Then they showed us the second photo. I'll start by saying the woman claims she printed it out immediately upon seeing it and its good luck she did, as that photo ALSO went missing once she reopened it later. Since she printed it we were able to see what is clearly a large black person shaped mass IN FRONT of the window and their reflections. Also the camp director said she awoke in the middle of the night to the feeling of her dog on sitting on her feet, when she realized she was not home, she was at camp, with no dog and no one in the room but she could feel some one sitting on her bed. She slept upstairs with the teenage counselors she was so spooked. I'm sure there's tons of more stories from our session I just don't know. It was one of the greatest and scariest experiences of my life. I've read other peoples similar experiences online and I wonder if I had been in the same camp session as them.

A door in a tree, didn't try and open it or knock, the resident probably gets enough humans bothering them. It could also be a portal.

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Por volta das 7:32 am, saindo do trabalho para casa, peguei o ônibus que ao se deslocar por um 600mts, percebi de canto de olho um objeto que pairava a uns 70mts de altura; de formato oval e de cor branca com uma haste amarela na parte de cima, que lembrava uma antena. Fiquei observando por uns 25 segundos, até o ônibus virar na rotunda e lá já não havia mais nada. [Translation by Google Translate: At about 7:32 am, leaving work from home, I took the bus that when traveling for a 600mts, I noticed from an eye an object that hovered about 70mts in height; It was oval in shape and white in color with a yellow rod on top that resembled an antenna. I watched for about 25 seconds until the bus turned at the roundabout and there was nothing left.]

Classic UFO sighting (metallic and round / colorful lights in the night). Objects stay put in the air for many minutes and disappear suddenly. Single or multiple objects at once.

Varias luzes coloridas e brilhantes no céu noturno muito fortes, tão fortes e brilhantes que acordou toda a vila assustando e ao mesmo tempo encantando ( pelo menos a mim que era criança na época) a todos que mesmo estando muito tarde a noite virou dia de tão claro que ficou, e elas mudavam de cor cintilando entre azul, vermelho, amarelo, branca… Me lembro de ter ficado por muito tempo olhando da porta de casa com meu pais e irmãos simplesmente fascinados com todas aquelas cores, brilhos e a forma como aquelas bolas dançavam no céu. Tambem me lembro de olhar para as casas dos meu vizinhos e ver todos espantados na porta apontando para o céu. Foi um acontecimento simplesmente fascinante. [Translation by Google Translate: Several bright and colorful lights in the night sky so bright, so bright and so bright that it woke up the whole village startling and at the same time enchanting (at least to me who was a child at the time) to all that even though it was very late at night of course it was, and they changed color gleaming between blue, red, yellow, white … I remember spending a long time looking out the door with my parents and siblings simply fascinated by all those colors, sparkles and the way those balls danced in the sky. I also remember looking at my neighbors’ houses and seeing everyone amazed at the door pointing to the sky. It was a simply fascinating event.]

Por volta do meio dia (acho que de uma segunda feira ) o céu estava limpo sem nenhuma nuvem e o sol estava muito forte, eu estava na rua brincando com outra crianças minha mãe estava sentada em baixo de um dendêzeiro conversando com outras pessoas todos distraídos descansando depois do almoço. Foi quando do nada um grande estrondo no céu que estremeceu a terra e durou algo em torno de 2 a 3 segundos mas muito forte( lembro-me de ver as pessoas se abaicharem com as mãos nos ouvidos e dos gritos de pânico das mulheres que estavam ali, pessoas correram sem rumo, se jogaram no chão. Pois realmente tudo estremeceu, galhos de arvores foram quebrados sem explicação. Em seguida um grande clarão como um raio X ofuscou todo mundo assim como o estrondo anterior essa luz ficou no ar por uns 2 segundos, tão forte que eu olhei pras pessoas e ví os ossos como em um raio X foi quando eu tampei os olhos com as mãos e ouvi minha mãe me chamar com uma voz de desespero. Depois disso tudo ficou calmo mas as pessoas se perguntavam o que teria acontecido, não havia nuvens no céu o que descartou raios e trovões além da duração e potência de cada evento. [Translation from Google Translate: Around noon (I think from a monday) the sky was clear with no cloud and the sun was very strong, I was on the street playing with other children my mother was sitting under a palm tree talking to other people all distracted Resting after lunch. It was when out of nowhere a great crash in the sky that shook the earth and lasted for about 2 to 3 seconds but very loud (I remember watching people bump their hands to their ears and the panic screams of the women who were there people ran aimlessly, threw themselves to the ground, for everything really shuddered, tree branches were broken without explanation. Then a big flash like an x-ray dazzled everyone just as the previous crash that light stayed in the air for about 2 seconds, so strong that I looked at people and saw the bones as in an x-ray was when I covered my eyes with hands and I heard my mother call me with a voice of despair. After that everything was calm but people wondered what would have happened, there were no clouds in the sky which discarded lightning and thunder beyond the duration and power of each event.]

Driving along GA Hwy 49 one afternoon in 2014, I saw a black sphere high up in the sky. I first thought that it was a balloon, but it remained stationary, and was fairly large since I could see it clearly even though it was so high up. I kept glancing at it while driving along, and when I finally managed to get my phone set up for camera and took a photo, it had completely disappeared.

Between 11:00 pm -12:00pm i was leaning against door frame smoking a cigarette in my studio apt. (Former garage) when from the corner of my eye movement in the sky caught my attention as i looked up in that direction i seen a V shaped craft silently glide directly over head no more than 300 ' above blocking out stars as it past it had no lights no sound it was blacker than the night sky i could only make out the outline V shape one wing seemed to be about 2 highschool buses side by side wide and 2 buses bumper to bumper in length so a total of 4 buses for one wing so take 8 buses parked in a V shape and thats how big it appeared.

For the summer solstice, a friend invited us along for her midsummer ritual of swimming in the fairy pools above Lithia park. After a carefree day my roommate and I returned home just before twilight. From our balcony, we both watched a small floating object that moved steadily from east to west across the apartment's parking lot, passing ten or twelve feet from us. It slowly tumbled and changed shape as it floated by. Pink and luminous—was it just catching the light of the setting sun? It seemed like a cobweb or a cloud, but not clearly enough to say for certain what it was.

I was gazing out of a window in my home with my sibling when something caught our eye. Directly in our line of sight was a UFO. A classic flying saucer. It had a rotating light that quickly orbited the craft twice, before it glided away (as if on an invisible surface or following a hidden path). Its manoeuvres were incredibly fast and strange but precise and seemingly effortless. It was gone in an instant. Whole thing must have lasted less than 10 seconds.

At about 8.15am I was headed westbound on Highway 84, out of Livermore and toward Sunol. Traffic was slow, so I took some time to scan the sky and saw (roughly 40 degrees to my left and easily 50 to 60 degrees inclination) a small white ovoid object traveling roughly north to south. It kept a steady speed and steady heading. At first, I dismissed it as an aircraft at a great altitude and at an angle that obscured the wings. And, being the Bay Area, it's possible it could be a conventional aircraft.However, if it was the size of a conventional aircraft, it would have to have been exceptionally high. It honestly looked like a tic-tac. And if it was reflecting the rising sun, it was doing so in a very consistent manner. There was no glare or flash from the sun directed at me from the object. It was clear and there was no blur from motion. There was no sign of a contrail either. Other identifiable conventional jets I observed that day had short contrails.

Gray trapezoid about 30 ft wide with black markings hovering about 30 ft in air no lights moved west to east like it was on a rail at about 10 mph then it was just gone... Disappeared.

I'm not a big believer, but my sister wanted to check out the St. James after she saw it on frickin Ghost Adventures. I went along with her and a group of amateur “ghost hunters” because it was her birthday.I started feeling really uneasy as we went up the stairs to our room. Out of breath and nervous, but I chalked it up to the 4-hour car ride and too much caffeine.The feeling persisted, and one friend in our group mentioned feeling the same way. Eventually I ate dinner, had a couple drinks and relaxed into our “ghost hunt.” (The food at the St James is quite good, btw.)The night security guard gave us the keys to the abandoned county jail just up the street. (!!!) A group of us trekked up the road in the dark as it began to snow lightly. The jail was just a small stone hut with perhaps 8 cells lined up down a short hall. It looked about like you'd expect. Pitch dark, silent, spiderwebs everywhere.We went into a cell with the other ghost hunters and the leader asked us to close the door and just be silent for a few. I sat down on a metal bench in the cell to make room for everyone.As we sat there, I began to feel a creeping sadness. I kind of just ignored it ... but then I really started to feel it. It was just an awful, pure sadness. No anger, no anxiety, just a horrible “I miss my mom” kind of sadness.I started to cry. I realized how crazy I would look - and that it would send the ghost hunt people into a frenzy- so I kept silent and tried not to sob. After maybe 10 minutes in the cell with people occasionally asking questions to, uh, whatever and looking at their lil electromagnetic thingies, we went to another cell.I didn't say anything about it to anyone, not even my sister. We finally went back to the hotel. I was quite shaken up. It started snowing harder as we walked.I didn't mention it to anyone until we got home the next day. I still don't know what to make of it.