One winter night in 1983 or so I was going to bed at about 8pm, my usual bedtime back then. When I got into bed I felt the need to get up and look out the window. I saw a few lights, four or six or so, in a line above the neighbor's house, moving in a way which would be consistent with a spinning round object seen on edge. The whole system of lights slowly was moving left to right, but then appeared to slowly move toward my window as though aware of me looking at it. I ran downstairs and said "mommy! there's a flying saucer outside!" She told me it was 10pm and to go back to bed. I have no memory of actually winding down and falling asleep, which usually took a while, nor of getting out of the bed once I saw the object, just running away from the window. So I _could_ have dreamed the whole thing but I had no impression of falling asleep or waking. A few weeks after the sighting I began to dream the future. Never anything important, but every few weeks, once a month or so, for a couple years I would have a dream about some odd everyday conversation with my family or friends, and it would come true within a few days. Like I said, never anything important: no major news stories, disasters, etc. Always just domestic stuff, but unusual/atypical conversations or events so that the dreams stood out as odd. For example, dreaming about being in the car with my mom in an unfamiliar neighborhood and discussing what kind of sandwiches would be served at a garden party. Then a few days later someone canceled on an errand for my mom's church, so she had to drag me with her while she handled the errand ... in a neighborhood I never went to, and we talked about the errand, which involved sandwiches for a garden party. The dreams continued until I was 11 or 12 and made a deep impression on me, pretty much forcing me to go "Well SOMETHING weird is going on", and leading to my lifelong interest in the occult and paranormal. If it's of interest, I was born in September 1973 in Greensburg PA, right when the UFO/Bigfoot wave was happening in that area that year. I want to emphasize I do not claim "I was abducted by aliens" or anything else. I don't claim _definitely_ that the sighting _wasn't_ a dream, or that my dreams were anything but remarkable coincidences, but the level of detail in them and the number of them (at least a dozen or more) make me feel that it's _more_ plausible that Something Weird was going on rather than to have such a long string of luck. But I don't claim any knowledge or confidence in _what_ it was all about. :)

At a particularly dark time in my youth I worked at the local convenience store. This was a depressing job to have after a while, serving scratch tickets to hopeless lotto junkies and exchanging packs of cigarettes for piles of coins from folk really desperate for a nicotine fix, interspersed with the moms getting milk on the way home. Compounding the effect of the humanity I was faced with each day was the lack of prospects in my uncertain future, having just dropped out of college, and after 8:30 or so on any given closing shift the store became a quiet place where I was left alone with my thoughts. At least, I think I was alone - but the poltergeist activity I was met with constantly there made me question it! I was no stranger to poltergeist activity. I experienced it often growing up, sparking an early interest in parapsychology. Nights at the store helped to convince me that since the activity seemed to follow me, perhaps I had what they call Recurrent Spontaneous Psychokinesis, or RSPK. That is, perhaps I was unconsciously manifesting these strange events. Puzzling things would happen, such as the paper coffee cups which stood stacked in sleeve near the decanters would jump straight up and float to the floor, landing with a plop sound upside-down. Sometimes the spinning wire rack that held those cards people would buy to put minutes on their cell phones would flutter off the hooks in every direction, giving me an aggravating mess to clean up. One such event was witnessed by the delivery guy who was stocking up a shelf, during a particularly hectic, line-out-the-door afternoon rush. I caught him looking slack-jawed and dumbfounded at the little wire prong on which the beef jerky packs hung, as they jumped one by one from where they were to the floor, seemingly of their own volition. He looked at me and I said “don’t worry about that. It happens all the time here.” I understand the man changed his route after that, I never saw him make a delivery there again. The most dramatic event occurred one night when I failed to stock the milk shelf from inside the cooler and a woman demanded a gallon of whole milk. I rushed into the cooler, where I had gone several times already in an attempt to stock the shelf, but this time a crate full of gallon jugs was right in the path I used through the cooler. I tripped over it and nearly hurt myself badly. I know that crate hadn’t been there before. Years later my girlfriend and I had eaten dinner and had a few drinks nearby and I decided to stop in for a pack of smokes. Feeling a little goofy I asked the teenage clerk at the register if he ever saw anything weird happen in the store. “Oh, you mean the Slush Puppy Ghost?” He replied. I was floored. The slushy drink machine was near where the coffee stand had been when I worked there, years earlier, and according to the kid cups and lids had a tendency to take flight from that counter when no one was near it. So did I cause these phenomena? Or is there actually a Slush Puppy Ghost? Or both, perhaps... I guess we’ll never know.

My girlfriend and I were sitting on the beach at around 9:30pm hoping to catch a glimpse of comet neowise on Friday July 24th, 2020. It was a bit to cloudy to see the Comet but we did notice a bright shining orange light kept appearing and disappearing and moving around to different locations in the area. We tried to take a video but it was to dark. It seemed like every 5 to 10 minutes this bright light would just appear in a new spot in the sky before vanishing. This went on for nearly an hour. We did manage to get a photo of the light, and once we zoomed in on the photo and saw it was saucer shaped is when we got really excited about it.

My family lived in a double wide trailer here for about 3 months in 1992. I remember it always seeming dark inside, even though it had several large windows. I was consistently creeped out the short time we lived there. My bedroom was a small, windowless interior room. I swore I could see things in the dark at night even though it was pitch black with the lights off. That part could have been all in my head. I was only 7 years old at the time. However, my older brother (aged 10) had a bedroom at the rear of the house with a large window that looked out into the massive cornfield behind us. He heard tapping on his window and swore he saw things moving in the fields. Even outside in the daylight felt ominous. There was a rec room built onto the side of the house, and we had our play room there. My brother and I did NOT like to be in there by ourselves. I refused to play in there unless my brother was with me, and vice versa. Our furnace caught fire 2 times while we lived there and once after. I remember the first time. The night before, I was having a hard time walking down the hallway to the bathroom because I was terrified for some reason. Like someone was waiting for me around the corner. My step-dad was poking fun at me a bit for being scared. My mom interjected and suggested he walk down that hall in the dark and get the hairbrush out of the bathroom for me. He started walking down the hall, and stopped about 3 feet in. Then he slowed down and was walking very deliberately and carefully. He turned the corner to grab the brush, and the furnace in the next room popped loudly. Scared him half to death. He ran down the hall back into the living room and apologized to me. Said it felt like someone was on his heels as he came down the hall. Take note that my stepdad is rarely scared by this kind of thing. I hadn't seen him like that before or since. Some 3 or 4 hours later, I remember my mom coming into my room to get me up and take me outside. The fire department was there, and we all stood on the other side of the street. The fire was thankfully small, and we got the all-clear to go inside. The landlord fixed the furnace right away. The next few weeks were really spooky. We were all on edge. I spent every moment I could playing outside because the inside of the house gave me the creeps. My mom suddenly had birds pecking on her bedroom windows all day long. I could barely go into my room, and begged my mom to let me sleep with her. She didn't allow it, so I slept with my head under the covers. My step dad would sometimes come sit with me when he came home from the late shift so I could fall asleep. The furnace caught fire again in the middle of the night. This time my parents insisted the landlord replace the furnace, and he did. He was always really nervous when he came out to the house, which I thought was weird but also understandable looking back. After that second fire, my parents decided it was time to look for somewhere else post haste. We moved out a week later. About a month after we moved out, my mom saw in the newspaper that the house had burnt to the ground. There was nothing left. There is still nothing on that lot to this day.

While camping in the San Luis Valley (near San Acacio, CO) on a friend’s private land this summer, I had a strange experience. The event took place on September 7th. while myself and 2 friends were camping. It was around 15 minutes before 7 pm so there was still plenty of sunlight remaining. One friend was sleeping in the tent as he was recovering from a long night of work the night before. His brother and I were attempting to get a fire started but were having a little trouble because there were very strong winds. Suddenly I heard a very rhythmic drumming sound coming from the opposite side of a hill we were camping on. The area is extremely isolated with no homes for as far as the eye can see. The only way I can accurately describe the sound is a steady drumming that reminded me of the Native American drums that I’ve heard during ritual recreations at festivals. The sound was a single drum though. It went on for about 10 minutes with both myself and my friend hearing it. We were mystified. It was so strange that I was questioning as to whether or not I was really hearing it. I believe the sound was confirmed to me after around 5 minutes as coyotes began to howl in the same direction the drumming was coming from. I wanted so badly to walk the 1500 feet or so to hill, climb to the top, and see if anything was on the other side. The only thing that stopped my curious walk to that hill was the sheer amount of extremely thick quilled cactus needles (which had been piercing the soles of my shoes throughout the day) between myself and that hill. After around 12 or so minutes of hearing the drumming sound, I was staring in the direction the sound was coming from and in the sky I saw something that I can’t explain. It was what appeared to be a hovering sphere roughly 3 times larger than any star I’ve ever seen. It was in the distance but not extremely far away. I saw the sphere in the southern sky and it was extremely illuminated. It never moved or twinkled. It just hovered about 45 - 55 degrees above the horizon. I yelled out for my friend to look and he saw it as well. We watched it together for just over a minute. Suddenly I yelled out that I was going to take a video with my phone. As I said that, he looked away too to grab a set of binoculars I brought on the trip. As I opened the camera app on my phone I pulled the phone up to sky to locate the light in the view finder it was gone. I pulled the phone down to look at the sky and sure enough it was no where to be seen. I asked my friend if he was able to get a look through the binoculars. He said once he looked away to get the binoculars and pulled them up to his eyes, he was not able to locate the object. It was gone. The drumming continued for another 5 minutes or so and then disappeared as well.

My family was on our way home from a cookout at my grandparents' house when I, from the backseat of our minivan, saw a 50-60ft-wide black triangle, hovering just above the treeline. It was late fall, and with most of the leaves already fallen, I was afforded a clear look at the object. It was definitely a solid craft, with a white light on each vertex. It was otherwise devoid of any distinguishing features. I pointed it out to my parents. My mom leaned against her window to see it and gasped, prompting Dad to crane his neck forward so he could see out the windshield. He expressed confusion over what the craft was, and began to drive faster. Around this time, both of my sisters woke up from their naps. One of them saw the craft, but the other refused to look. She just became frightened and began to cry. The object began to follow us, and Mom rolled down the window to see if we could hear any engine noise. We couldn't. Somehow, we lost the thing and made it back to the highway. I always assumed it was just a secret military craft, out on a test flight in a pretty sparsely-populated area. Soon after the event, however, my father and two sisters lost their memory of it. To this day, only my mother and I remember it happening, and our memory of what happened after we actually saw it is fuzzy. I am not aware of experiencing any missing time on that night or any other, but I can't help but wonder if the object came from...somewhere else.

My best friend and I stayed here for the weekend. Things immediately got weird. We lost all of our energy, slept during the day and barely managed to do much else. We didn’t even want to eat, and we love to eat. Our room was strange, and felt strange. There was a long hallway in the room in the shape of an “L” with a mirror at the bend and windows surrounded us (we were in a corner room). Every night when I was ready to go to bed, an aggressive tapping started on the window beside my bed. I tried to ignore it but ended up investigating and finding now reason it should be happening. We were on the highest floor so no one could have been outside. My friend seemed to be having a worse time. She wanted me to stay awake while she slept in the day, and neither of us told the other what we were experiencing. The second night, she went to sleep at 5:00pm. I watched tv till 9pm and then decided to turn out the lights and the tv. As soon as I did, the tapping began and my friend sprang up turned the light and tv on and proceeded to stare blankly at it, without moving until the sun came up. She would answer my questions and really freaked me out. It was like she wasn’t even there. I ignored it and fell asleep for a couple of hours. That night I had horrible nightmares that depicted a shadowy figure tapping at the window. I figured my brain had just constructed it to explain the tapping, so I ignored it. We both got up and I asked her about the night before. She acted strange and I dropped it. I was in the bathroom getting ready, when I went in, she was at the mirror in the hall putting on lipstick. When I walked about about 5 min later, she was starring into the mirror with the lipstick in her hand. I had to scream at her to get her attention, she had no idea she had been doing that and said that I had just stepped into the bathroom. Later, after trying to eat breakfast, we decided to cut our vacation short and go home. We were so exhausted. So, we left a day early. We live about 3 hours away in Alabama. Neither one of us can recall much of our trip home. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that we discussed our experiences with each other. She didn’t want me to think she was crazy and I felt the same. But we were both having nightmares and felt we should discuss it. I was glad she told me but what she experienced was far worse than what I did. That night that she wasn’t responding to me, she saw something. A black shadow walking from the end of the hallway (where the mirror was) to the front of her bed. It was tapping slowly all the way up on the windows that lined the walls. It stopped and came towards her. She was scared and when she closed her eyes and opened them back, it was gone. Before this event, both of us were big skeptics, especially her. Since this event, we’ve experienced other things that have convinced us that what occurred was real. There were more things that happened that weekend, but these were the highlights. We refuse to even set foot in Pensacola now.

There was a grey sky whipped with white the colour of the houses and trim. In the gaps between the pavers there were some flowering weeds; herb robert; ivy leaved toad flax; dandelion; dock. I was busy with the plants when a movement caught my eye. It was a little lad, maybe nine or ten, what would be called here on Orkney a wee peedie boy. He was wearing grey school shorts and a white shirt and a bright blue jumper, the colour of the sky only once on this trip. He wasn’t looking at me but seemed to know I was there. I crossed over the road, just an ordinary street, with terraced houses on both sides, a canyon of granite fronts and white paint. The only colours were the varied front doors and the weeds in the cracks in the pavement. The little lad started to sing, hesitant at first and then a little louder. It was ‘Flower of Scotland’, and, as he grew more confident, his voice echoed between the buildings. He kept to time, slapping one hand against his side as a reminder. A seagull wheeled above him and then landed a few feet from me on the pavement where it walked uncertainly up-and-down. There was no one else in sight. The boy sang for three versus without fault, repetition or hesitation. At the end I wasn’t sure whether to applaud or not and glanced down at the herring gull who eyed me with an imagined disfavour. I looked back up at the boy but he was gone. There were no doors swinging closed in the tight faced houses, and no flash of blue at the end of the street. I carried on towards the house where I was staying, puzzled, and pleased at the oddness. But mostly bemused. Near the house that friends on another island had loaned me, a retaining wall had come down, stone and brick facing fallen all across the road. There were people coming out of the houses to look. It had been a high wall, excluding and imposing, barely softened by any lichen yellow or crottled green. Later in the evening I spoke to my friend on the phone and I mentioned to her that I had just missed the wall and I laughed about not being squashed as flat as an oatcake. She was more worried than me, perhaps feeling responsible for her neighbour’s bad walls. Then I mentioned the singing child that had delayed me and she went quiet. After a long sigh she told me the story of a local wee peedie boy who had had the gift of foresight and who nobody ever believed. He’d been called Cassandra as a local joke until all his pals were lost in a shipwreck-storm between the islands. And though his neighbours paid attention to his warnings ever after he never forgave himself that they hadn’t been saved. He had grown old, she said, and had eventually died, but he still came as a warning. At the other end of the phone she was quiet, remembering, and gradually we talked of other things: the archaeological dig I was on; the people I had met across the Islands; the gig I was planning on going to the next week. We didn’t speak of it again, and although I’m a scientist usually prone to the more rational explanation, when ever I hear that song I think of that wee boy and how his music saved me. And it gives me pause. For when it comes down to it what do I really know?

Our paranormal team were returning from a lengthy investigation of the train crash site in Wellington, WA. It was about 2:30 AM. As we were pulling in we noticed a large bonfire at a camp site within the grounds , with dancing naked people. Ok, whatever. After we unloaded, I was in my tent laying down when I heard fast running and heavy breathing. Being the investigator that I am, I stepped outside my tent. I saw a naked man being chased by at least a 10 ft cryptoid. It looked like a giant preying mantis, but the legs at the top were shorter and there were alot. The legs extended all the way back to it's "tail", which it was balanced on while running, The belly was a light green, the rest a tree green. It made no noise. Needless to say, I was stunned and just watched as they continued to run. I don't know what happened as I went back into my tent and laid awake the rest of the night.

My UFO encounter occurred nearly 55years ago ( a period in which many UFOs sittings were reported In the Northeast in the late 60’s). I was returning from a night course I was taking for my MBA DEGREE. It was around 9:30 PM As I neared my home in Seekonk, MA, The sky was dark & perfectly clear with no clouds, only distant dim stars. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a bright Light movement-at first I thought it was meteorite But it didn’t disappear, just changed it’s it position in the dark sky. While it’s movenment appears to be in feet in the sky, in actuality, it moved a great distance in the open night sky line. Intriiged, I followed the light. The bright dot in the sky positioned itself in an area in which a large television tower was located on the Seekonk Rehoboth line. I thought it was likely a reference point to the circular light in the sky. The dome like light then moved in geometrical lines, instantly moving from one position to another. After moving from one position to another, the dome light disappeared as quickly as it arrived. The 11:00 PM news did mention UFO sightings in Rhode Island & Massachusetts; however, officially the Military tried to explain the sightings as either nighttime jet maneuvers or weather ballons. My only evidence of what I saw was actually what I saw!!! It made sense to me that UFOs would use telecommunication towers as focal points.

We were on the back porch watching the fireflies and my partner nudged me and pointed into our neighbors yard. We both saw the fireflies grouped into a tall humanoid shape - taller than a shed - and it slowly walked across the lawn and stepped over the fence into our yard. We felt weird and unsettled by it and went inside before it got any closer.

The Big Springs Road in Fountain Green, Utah, is a hot spot for UFO activity. Many people that I know have seen strange things on this road, which include bright green lights and UFO sightings. I myself have seen a large round glowing UFO that flew in a strange flight pattern and then disappeared without a trace. This road is surrounded by large fields that are usually occupied by sheep. Besides the sheep, there are very few animals in this area, which is strange in my opinion.

While waiting on this bridge, passing the time, I decided to head to Tescos to get my shopping. I realised it wouldn't be worth going because I didn't have a bag with me. Although it had been a completely still day, the wind picked up and from around the corner came a new, clean carrier bag. It stopped at my feet and I could feel a buzz in the air. I am lead to believe this bridge is at the western end of a major leyline.

I was feeding our cattle at 6pm and I was at a pretty far place from my house. I was riding my horse and my dog was following me. As I was checking the cows I saw some figure move in the distance (We have woods in our land). I checked the cows quickly, my dog started barking loud at the direction where I saw the figure. I told our ranch hands to be careful because we have a trespasser. A couple days later I went with a pistol and dog on horses back with one of our ranch hands. We saw the figure again and we started chasing it. All of a sudden we hear growling. We shot nine times at the area where it ran off. The dog started barking and then ran towards the woods. The next day my dog came back with scratches all over him. Me and my ranch hand went with rifles and pistols toward the woods we saw something running away from our general area. We chased it and it jumped on my back and started punching me. My ranch hand stabbed it with a 5 inch knife and it started running. There is something roaming the area and it is probably angry. STAY AWAY FROM IT.

This happened around January 2018. I was upstairs on my bed Watching TV (Wheel of Fortune) around 7:15 pm. I got the feeling to look up and witnessed something (Human Shape-Bipedal) walk by the TV. I could see right through it but it was blurry [and] it headed toward the door on my left (I said "come back when you can stay longer"). (Have not seen it again). About a month later while starring up at the Night Sky probably about 9:35 p.m., I saw something bouncing around the sky. Then about a month later I awoke around 2:00 a.m. and saw to my right, about 4 FT away, stood a "something"-- it was about 5-6 ft tall yellow/tan skin (there was moonlight coming in striking it threw the curtain.) I pinched myself and rubbed my eyes-- I was awake, I heard a voice telling me to get as angry as I can I stated "go away" (my wife beside me was asleep /snoring). After staring at each other for about 45 seconds I must have fallen in a deep sleep, because I awoke the next morning. Around the later part of March same year, my wife and I were traveling a back road (To my friends) after coming around a corner to a straight away we both saw only the side of a tall black hairy thing, we saw from the side closest to the back its hair shone in the sunlight when passing by where it went we didn't see it. Where I live is basically wooded area, only 700 people live in my town.

When I was seven or eight, my family and I were eating at a Wendy's restaurant in central Florida. While we were sitting at the table, a couple entered the restaurant dressed in 19th C. "southern" attire. She was wearing a hoop skirt and bonnet, and he was in a riding suit of some kind with a little top hat. Now, this is theme park area, so we first wondered if they were actors of some kind, but then we noticed that they were dirty and sweaty and their clothes were patched and worn, as though they'd been traveling for a long time. They looked kind of stunned and bypassed the dining room and counter, walking directly to the water fountain. For at least a solid minute, they stood at the water fountain, inspecting it thoroughly but never taking a drink. Then, without a word, they left. We looked out the window and couldn't see where they'd gone.

We moved to our house about a year ago and from the first night we have had strange occurance. It started with loud footsteps we could hear from downstairs when no one was home upstairs. Gradually it got a lot more active when we put our security cameras around the house. We started to notice these dancing balls of light in the front yard and grenade like light balls that shoot through the backyard. The first day we saw the lights one flew through my right hand and this intense vibration overwhelmed me and I have since developed the ability to draw very well. The supernatural occurances have gotten much more intense over the past month or so. I am a research fanatic and have been reading about the mythology and folklore associated with each sighting and have since gotten very spiritual myself in the process. I bought these stones online and they came with a pendulum neckalace, now me being a newbie to all of this had no idea what a pendulum was until the day I tried to wear it and it was ripped off my neck by snagging on a chair in my bedroom, I felt the clasp break and heard it hit the floor ... But I couldn't find it anywhere. About half hour later I was sitting in my office when the power flickered and when we flipped the breaker to turn the lights back on there was my pendulum laid out beautifully and still clasped across my husband's laptop that was sitting on a chair. I felt that it was being delivered to me and I needed to wear it so I reclasped it on and it kept falling off the remainder of the day I would find it laying on the ground next to me... But the clasp of the chain always remained clasped but it still somehow fell off. I figured it was trying to get my attention so I searched online for what this "necklace" was and that's when I found out about pendulum dowsing and how to communicate with the spirit world through the pendulum. Through communicating with the pendulum I have discovered we are living in the middle of a faery Battleground. The front yard where we see the dancing spheres of light are the Faery Light (and whom I have been in communication with) and I believe their actual home is Arvon Park (the abandoned park in West Bremerton that is mentioned in another post) my home is the portal the what we call the "bad faeries" I believe they are fire faery. There has been a few other odd occurances I will list them below in no specific order: 1. My son is afraid of the bathroom because he says the tall scary man (looks similar to the scream mask he says) can see through the window. A friend of mine has witnessed this same creature who he says is extremely tall and white mask like face but fat unlike the scream guy, and his daughter ( who has never met my son has also seen this creature in her bedroom, possibly followed my friend home?) A few other friends have witnessed similar creatures and they have been described to me like "giant punk rockers waiting for a concert" and they apparently stand at the edge of my property.... 3. I believe another friend of mine may possibly be a vampire and has been feeding off the Faery blood to gain extra powers .. I have video footage and pictures and multiple eye witness accounts ... Because honestly even with all the evidence I'm still skeptical that maybe I've just lost my mind or I've entered the twilight zone in Bremerton.

So this is a place that was a mental hospital for women I believe. Opened in 1961 “ Dammasch” named after the doctor who has had multiple lawsuits for abuse to patients. It was destroyed in 1995 because of some feud with the owners and multiple lawsuits. It had remained open land until a suburb was planned to be built on top, and it is there to this day. Now here’s were things get creepy. As you walk around the streets at night, you can here yells, chains, screams, crying, we had a report of a young girl going into the small forest area and just standing there looking into the entrance and not saying anything to her parents. Street lights will constantly turn off as you get near which I hate because I walk my dog at midnight every night and it happens everytime, multiple complaints have been made but PGE said the lights are brand new and in perfect condition, now this could be a fuse yes but it could also very well be the result of some paranormal activity due to the torture patients were put through during the asylums being. We have had reports of people seeing women and men in hospital gowns wondering the streets aimlessly at night and multiple reports of people hearing whispers very clearly asking “go back” repeatedly, along with, “no” “stop please” “go away” “I see you”. This isn’t just people living together too, most of these are reports from Single bedroom homes and apartments. There was tunnels that also were constructed with the hospital to transport patients under ground, now about 95% of the tunnels are gone but there is still a few exposed entrances that lead into very very small parts of these collapsed tunnels. I hate it here, it’s creepy, there was also an unexplained fire last year around this time that burnt down a whole apartment complex and there is 0 leads to this day so they blamed it on arson. Creepy stuff here, I’ve had enough and am planning on moving out soon.

So it was around 9:15 last night and I was just sitting at a desk facing the entrance of the Sarto Retreat Center off N Kentucky. It's a self isolation center for homeless people with covid-19 right now, but there is only one patient. I was there with one other volunteer and there was an off duty officer down the drive a bit. I was sitting reading study material and all the sudden had chills/tingle run up my spine and I looked up out the window and it looked like a man was standing right outside the doors. I actually gasped because it startled me and the figure disappeared. I got up from my seat and went to the door, still unsure of what had just taken place. The feeling I had lingered for a few minutes, but finally dissipated. The person was definitely male and wearing sort of tattered clothing, but not someone I recognized.

This story is about a character who's name I won't use, because speaking his name or typing it usually causes him to pop up and try to contact me in some way. It has happened, almost without fail, for all the time I've known him. I'll tell a story about him, or mention his name, and suddenly I will receive a text message or phone call from him. It's not that I never want to see him again, but rather that he's the type of chaotic crazy that belongs in a long-closed chapter of my life. For my purposes here, I'll simply call him the Captain. The Captain moved into a third floor apartment in the East Chandler St area of Worcester, and with this apartment came a safe. The safe became a subject of much conversation and speculation - it was assumed that moving a safe from a third floor apartment had simply been too much of a hassle, and hence it was abandoned. But there was also speculation that the prior tenant was a drug dealer, and may have stashed money or drugs in the safe. Perhaps he had been killed or arrested, leaving it there forgotten. So intriguing was the mystery of the abandoned safe that before long two of the Captain's friends endeavored to crack it open. Not being experienced safe crackers, they broke several tools and hurt themselves trying to loose the door of the stubborn safe. The Captain was unscathed - after all, the safe was in his apartment. They would split whatever was inside three ways! His two pals didn't feel that way in their frustration, saying that if they got it open they would give the Captain nothing. It was then, he told me, that he "hexed" them. Their plan was to drop the safe from the third floor window in the hopes that it would crack when it hit the ground. One of them said that he wished for thousands of dollars in cash. In what became a heated argument, Captain laid the hex on him - "I hope you get exactly what you wished for!" Whenever the Captain said something like this it was a bit eerie. He was known to say crazy things, but how could getting thousands of dollars in cash be a hex? When the two former friends checked out the broken safe to see what was inside, there was indeed thousands of dollars in cash. Or at least the remains of it - termites had gotten inside the safe, and eaten all the cash. Some corners of the bills were left showing how much had likely been in there. And so, the two were hexed to get exactly what they wanted - but they should have wished more carefully. Or perhaps they should have guaranteed the Captain his cut...

Ironically, while on our way up to the famously spooky Clown Motel in Tonopah, we pulled off at a ghost town to walk around. I took many photos and had tried to get a shot of the train cart without the house in the background. While editing the photos for Instagram I became frustrated that I had managed to still get a piece of the building in my photo, when I went to crop it and zoomed in more I became aware that it was not a building at all, and was in fact a very clear female apparition.

I had pulled my car off one afternoon to take photos of the ocotillo blooms. While trying to look up a flower on my phone I could hear what I thought was someone in the yard across the road. Suddenly I felt every single hair on my body stand up as I heard someone clearly say "behind you" right next to my ear. I screamed absolute bloody murder thinking I was about to be kidnapped, the screaming continued once I realized I was utterly alone with no place for some one to hide (it is the desert, after all) and ran into my car and drove off in a panic. I am not sure where the precise location i pulled off was, but it was on Borrego Springs Rd, not too far from the town right as you start heading into undeveloped desert. I do remember there was a for sale sign on the empty lot of land and a house across the st and another farther back in the land on the side toward town.

I was deep into scorpio season, having wild dreams left and right and being continually visited by a neighborhood owl. It was sometime around halloween as I had just watched the Craft and was very paranoid that I myself had evoked some sort of entity. I was walking a friend home from a disappointing halloween party outing and found their yard had 2-3 big deer in it. This isn't that strange though, in Bellingham the deer are everywhere. I remember one of them as a very large buck. That night though, I have a dream of being approached by said buck while squatted in a garden. This dream-deer wouldn't stop slowly getting closer and closer, until the only way I could keep him at arms length was by grabbing hold of one of his antlers. I woke up confused as to why I saw this deer as a threat. Couple of days later Im walking home from school and BAM I see in a bio-swell off of a fairly well trafficked road, a dead buck, as if it had just keeled over while eating , no impact wounds or anything. Pretty freaked out I call up a witchy friend of mine who recommends yarrow for protection. The very next day , while getting ready for school I look into my back yard and guess who's looking back at me? A one-antlered buck. Never quite figured what all this meant. (Ed. A visit from The Vernow, perhaps?)

I was driving to portland with a friend on a particularly celestially significant evening, a super moon bright in the sky and on the spring equinox. It was sometime around 10 pm, we had just hit the TacoBell in Centralia for crunchwraps and were making the final stretch to p-town when we both saw something flare up in the sky. A bright green ball of ??something?? soared from the middle of the sky left to right and then dipped into the tree line on the side of I-5. We kept our eyes peeled for signs of a crash, smoke, green fire, etc. the rest of the way through Kalama but alas, we didn't see anything. At the time, I did some research and thought maybe it was some sort of meteor, so I reported it as such, but didn't see any other reports or news to confirm. Sadly I don't know the exact location either.. some things just remain a mystery.

When my wife was in college, she sculpted this sitting skeleton statue with like a pope hat, a mitre, this thing is like a foot and a half high. So, my wife is bipolar and she’s on all sorts of meds and she has this sleep problem, where she can just sleep all day long, sometimes. Like deep DEEEEEEP sleep. She has this whole separate like dream life, she’ll laugh in her sleep, and talk and mumble and stuff. Sometimes like MMA fighting or swimming, heh-heh-heh. I however am an insomniac, and when I do sleep, it is a very light, easily interrupted sleep. One night I’m sleeping and suddenly I wake up, middle of the night, it was pitch black… my CPAP machine humming in the background. And next to me lying totally still, I hear this chanting. “Ahuiateteo… help us please- Ahuiateteo… help me please.” My wife was chanting in the dark, she was praying to some unknown god in her sleep. I sit upright and focus so I could try to figure out what she was saying. “Ahuiateteo … help us please. Ahuiateteo … help me please. Ahuiateteo … help us please. Ahuiateteo … help me please.” She went on like for a while and eventually went silent. I laid there wondering about the situation until I zonked back out. Well of course, I told her about it in the morning and she was freaked out. Understandably so. So that night, she collected up a bunch of books and started going through them with a note pad, going through and trying to sort out the spelling and stuff. And there she found it. Ahuiateteo, was an Aztec god of death and excessive behavior with five spirits. And right next to the description of the god, was a picture of a statue of a seated Skeleton with a pope hat.

In Union Cemetery, in North Smithfield lies the only grave where cause of death is listed as vampirism. Simon Whipple Died in 1841 of consumption (tuberculosis). During that time Rhode Island was in vampire hysteria. Those dying of consumption were suspected of being vampires. On Simon’s epitaph it reads he died of a “vampires grasp”.

Me and my dad were fishing at our favorite spot that we fished until it closed and is still closed for another year. It was Smith Reservoir we were fishing and my dad climbed to the top of the dam to smoke so I wouldn’t get smoked out and he looked down on the road and he saw a creature with the classic description of Sasquatch; approx. 8 ft tall, big broad shoulders, covered in fur, etc. and he yelled at me to come see and when I got up to my dad the Bigfoot was scaling a cliff on the opposite side of the road it crossed with ease! It was an experience I will never forget.

Driving down Port Rd with my then partner, we saw a guy in a roof-less sports car, there was a female passenger also. I noticed that when he accelerated, his head would flip right back as though he was a Pez dispenser. When slowing down, his head rolled forward, facing down towards his feet. Either way, he could not have possibly seen where he was going, but this continued for at least 5 minutes. I alerted my partner, she also witnessed this. Eventually Pez dispenser man, or flip-top head, as we came to call him, turned off the road, his head facing downwards as he entered a driveway to his left.

Several years ago my grandfather passed away. My mother told me the night of his passing, he visited him in her dream and told her everything was going to be okay. The next morning, she woke up knowing she’d be receiving a call any second to break the news. A very similar incident happened when my great grandmother passed as well. My mother’s deceased father visited her in her dream and told her that our Baba had passed. My mother does not participate in any psychic practices or anything of the sort, these premonitions just come to her. I wonder why.

So it's 31st of March 2020 (Coronid-19 lockdown), and at 6pm I'm allowed to walk my dog Violet on our allocated exercise time. Heading to our usual woodland track I came upon a curious site, a cluster of knitted mushrooms, beautifully arranged in the woodland at the back of our community allotments!!!

In 1974, a gas explosion at what was then the Decatur yard for the Norfolk & Western killed seven, and injured a hundred. Since then, there have been reports of shadow people, unexplainable noises, and phantom radio transmissions in and around the yard.

Death of a university employee in the late 70s led to the continued case of hauntings in Murdaugh Hall, the oldest residential hall on the campus of UCO. Experiences include strange noises, objects being dropped/thrown, individuals experiencing tugging or grabbing at their clothes, etc, in the Murdaugh Hall basement.

What to you get when you cross a coyote, wolf, hand drill, and Theremin at 3 am? I don’t know but it was in the greenway behind my townhouse! Never heard anything like it before and I do experimental music!

In the late nineteenth century a certain author visited the Hergest Ridge area for a few days. Whilst there, they were regaled with the local tale of a "Huge Spectral Dog" that haunts the Hergest Ridge are of the borders of England and Wales. The author was one Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and it was this local folklore tale that inspired "The Hound Of The Baskervilles".

My first exposure to the world of "Forteana" was in 1967 as a small child. I remeber the rough date as it occurred around the same time as the Chelsea/Spurs cup final. The tale of a postal worker being attacking by a mysterious "large cat" in the Kerseley area of Nuneaton was the talk of the school. Within a week said "cat" had garnered several more tails and the story had become evermore gruesome in its nature. This was not only my first exposure to Forteana, it was also the first I remeber of a British phenomenon known simply as "ABCs", Alien Big Cats", the most famous of which is "The Beast of Bodmin Moor"

"While I was staying at the monastery of St Léger at Champtoceaux, just before matins one night a shrivelled little man of frightening appearance approached me from the far end of my bed. As far as I could tell, he was of medium size with a thin neck, a gaunt visage, eyes of the deepest black, with the upper part of his face furrowed and lined. His nose was pinched, his mouth was broad and his lips were slack. His beard was like that of a goat, spreading over a sharp chin, and his ears were hairy and pointed. His hair stood on end in a confused mass, and his teeth resembled those of a dog. He had a narrow head, an inflated chest, his back was hunched over and his thighs were quivering. He was dressed in filthy clothes, and his whole frame shook. Leaning forward, he grasped the bedhead and struck it sharply, saying: 'You will not stay in this place any longer. I started awake in terror, and the apparition I have described remained with me, which often happens when we wake up suddenly. Grinding his teeth, he said again and again: 'You will not stay in this place any longer.' I jumped out of my bed and ran towards the monastery, prostrating myself in front of the altar of the blessed father Benedict. There I lay for a long while in great terror, attempting to recollect the grave sins which I had heedlessly committed since the days of my childhood."

On November 25, 2019 I went to an antique shop in my town. I found a tea cup. The cup I had purchased had a beautiful design of a colorful pentagram on the cup and saucer, I wanted to know what it was for. The Order Of The Eastern Star, apparently. The Order Of The Eastern Star was created by Rob Morris in 1850 at the Eureka Masonic College as a group that engages in charity work. Neat! Well it is about this time I notice a name at the bottom of the cup (I will change last names for their families privacy) Leota Chair! I think to my nosey self, "Well, I do have access to my moms ancestry.com account..." and start searching. I find that this was one of many last names she has. I get caught up in a feeling of connection to this stranger. I find out she died that summer only a few months ago. I find her obituary where they describe her as my friends and family describe me. I suddenly feel this beautiful bond with this feisty, interesting old woman. On November 26, 2019 I go to the cemetery where she is buried. A groundskeeper asks me if I need help. I say yes. He drives me to the office on the grounds to help find the grave. She is buried with her first husband under her first married name. I talk to 3 people while trying to tip toe around stating my relation. I am someone with a lot of social anxiety, this whole experience felt surreal, "why am I doing this???" type sh**. We find their grave. I had a thermos with tea, and her cup & saucer in my purse. I sat there and poured a cup of tea and watched out the corner of my eye as the lawn mower went by, feeling like fraud or paranoid that her kid will come by or something. It was powerful and pure once I let my anxieties down and just sat there and hung out. I poured a cup for her. No spookies. No ghosts or ghouls. Just pure human connection. On February 11, 2020 I am on a trip. I have driven up to northern Californian coast to visit my cousin in Eureka. He has school that morning so I drive around finding places to walk my dogs and take pictures. I'm driving through this BEAUTIFUL little town called Ferndale. I drive around aimlessly. I come across a beautiful cemetery up on the side of a hill, overlooking farmland and town, with a big abandoned barn filled with flowers and weeds. I take pictures of the barn and make my way across the road to the cemetery. They have those big family plots and tombs in stone since the area is hillside and coastal and likely prone to flooding. It is beautiful. I walk up to the family plots up front and seriously almost pass out from shock. My knees are TREMBLING, feel like jello. I'm in a town I didnt know existed, in a state I have only lived in for 2 years, this is only my 2nd time in NorCal, I don't have family here beyond the cousin who moved up a few months ago for school. I know this family plot. Rewind now to November 25, 2019. When I was searching Leotas records to verify her maiden name with her married names. I came across a family with her maiden name who lived in a neighboring town to Eureka around the same time she had (she had lived there for a couple years.) Leota was a woman who moved around a lot and had a few husbands, so I wanted to make sure I had the right obituary and everything checked out before I accidentally disrespected some other dead family of the same name. So I had accidentally read through a census record for this family thinking it may have been hers. Since it was a census document it listed all of their names. I never would have recalled this fact on my own, but since it was a family plot with all the names there, I was able to figure out why I was feeling that horrible sense of déjà vu almost instantly upon reading the tombstones. 2 fun facts I will add that are also weird that I found while verifying the names again and digging a little deeper on the family I chanced upon: 1. The mom dies December 14 and the daughter October 16. My moms birthday is december 12 and mine is October 14. 2. The towns north and south east of Ferndale are Loleta and Alton. Alton was the name of the husband she had the last name of on my cup, Loleta looks like kinda like Leota, sure, but one of the two founding companies of the town according to a wikipedia check was the Atchinson, Topeka and Sante Fe railway, Leonas obituary says she was from Atchinson.

Years ago, a friend of mine told me about the time he went to a party in Western Massachusetts, and while hanging around his car with a few others he noticed a large hand print on the rear window. I asked him about it recently but he had trouble recalling the details of exactly where it was, but he remembered the hand print clearly. He told me it was huge - easily twice the size of a large man's hand, with fat fingers - "like Andre the Giant". He said several others witnessed this, and were all perplexed. He admitted that psychedelics were involved, but nevertheless the print was very real. When he first described it to me years back, he said it was as though Bigfoot slapped his car; I had imagined a streaked print that could have been anything... but when I pressed him for details recently, he said you could see the crease marks and folds in the hand from the impression on the window. 5 fingers, way too large to be a normal human hand... A little while after I asked him about it, he posted a video on my Facebook timeline - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNxDej3bgVo - in which paranormal researcher Jeff Belanger tells the story of the Monster of Coca Cola Ledge in North Adams. Belanger says in the video that he was unable to find anyone who had actually seen the monster, which was something akin to Bigfoot, and supposed the legend was borne out of parental concerns; that is, the idea of the monster was supposed to scare children away from a dangerous ledge where they could fall and be hurt or killed. This was interesting, as it at least lends credence to the print by way of the suggestion of squatch activity in the area, but what was really interesting was the comment on the post from another friend Bob. Bob said "Back in 1970 I rescued a friend in Montreal and drove back to Central MA. It was about 2 in the morning when I pulled over in North Adams for a little nap in a rest area along Route 2 adjacent to the woods very much like these (referring to the woods shown in the video) After about a half an hour I awoke and saw what looked like a gorilla heading my way. I booked it out of there real quick" He went on to say "I was unaware of this 'myth' but I'd buy it". Naturally I had to call Bob up and get the skinny on his mystery gorilla sighting. He said he had left Grafton, MA and drove to Montreal to get his friend, and proceeded to turn around and drive back making the drive time roughly 16 hours when he stopped to rest on the side of Route 2. I've done my best to approximate the location, which he said was sort of a pull-off dirt area and not a real rest stop per se. He and his friend both dozed off in the car, and when he awoke he saw "a black shadow which started down the hill moving towards me, still 1/8 of a mile away" when he started the car and took off. He wasn't sure what caused him to wake up, but he noticed the dark shape which seemed to react to being noticed by charging at the car. When asked about the size, he said it was larger than a human, and while there are black bears in that area it didn't move the way bears typically do. He seemed to prefer "gorilla" as a description over "sasquatch", and couldn't imagine that what he saw 50 years ago would still be alive. I said it depended on your idea of what Bigfoot was - a biological entity or something more esoteric or spiritual. He insisted that what he saw was "actually real" - it was a very physical thing, not a hallucination or something intangible. I got the sense that whatever the Mystery Gorilla was, it left a real impression on Bob. He said whenever he drives that stretch of road he thinks about it, and wonders what it was. The hand print story that led to the sharing of a video about the Monster of Coca Cola Ledge resulted in the telling of yet another older tale of the weird. It would seem that something haunts the general region of North Adams - whether gorilla, Bigfoot, or cautionary tale - and whatever it is, it's been there a long time!

I was outside of the haunted Providence Academy in Vancouver Washington, taking a tour. I was at least 100 feet from the nearest building or sidewalk. It had been raining. In the middle of the gravel there was a lone, pristinely clean orange. The Interdimensional Produce Wizard strikes again!

A few friends, who were interested in the paranormal (and myself) were having an "occult party". This was sometime in the fall in N. Miami, FL. In attendance, there were a couple Wiccans, a member of the O.T.O., a few occult researchers and a teacher of occult themes. We started out this nighttime exploration with the Ouija, complemented with candle magic and a few invoking spells. The room became filled with shifting shadows and the Ouija gave cryptic responses to questions concerning entities. The air in the room became more dense and cool. (Air conditioning was off.) There were a few raps and taps here and there. With only four candles burning at this point in the darkened room, the shadow of a robed figure gradually appeared upon the main living room wall. A pen rolled off of the table and we took that to be an indication to perform an Automatic Writing session. One member of our team, who had previous experience in such techniques, decided to attempt a session. During this brief session, the shadow on the wall flickered and waned and one of the candles went out. The result of the Automatic Writing session contained a language that was unknown to us and we never identified said language, if indeed it was actually a language. When we looked at the clock, some of us were surprised to find that approximately an extra 45 minutes had passed. At this point, we all felt exhausted and decided to spend the rest of the evening simply discussing the events. The page of the cryptic language later vanished from the home of one Mr. Mansfield before that particular mystery could be solved.

I am not sure where to start with this story, so I will start with the birth of the first person in relation to the reincarnation. In 1904, a girl was born into our family line, we will use her initials of G.N. for privacy. She was the daughter of my Great-Great-Grandmother, who had nine children total and G.N. was her third child. She was born with a medical issue, the family later learned was related to her thyroid gland and they believed she may have been born without it. She was short in stature, her glands grew larger than her bones could truly sustain, and she was intellectually disabled. All of the family stories about her were that she absolutely loved being around children and always was generally happy. The family did have access to some medications but were not able to sustain the amount of medical help that G.N. needed to live. She died of natural causes at the age of 32. The reincarnated: This story is personal because it is about myself. I was born in the '80s and was not expected to survive. Born with a nine beat-per-minute heart rate and almost three weeks late with no successful labor induction, I was expected to be still-born. There were many blood tests done at birth to understand what was wrong, however, it took weeks for results to come back. We lived in a very small town in Oregon, my mother was sent home with me and told I may not survive. Within two weeks of birth, while sitting in the doctor's office, the call came in that the blood tests were off the charts and it was believed that I was born without a thyroid gland. The medication was started immediately, however, my mother was warned that I may be intellectually disabled as I got older. Years went by without much trouble, however my language developed at a slower rate than others. So by three years old, I was not speaking fluently or with much understanding of others around me. Yet, at three years old I went up to my mom and started telling her about my "old life" as I called it. Very clearly I told her that we were once sisters in my old life. And then I vividly described our family standing on a dirt road by the farm and we were all together. I apparently told her this a few times that year and it stuck in her memories. Fast forward to around the early 2000s, when my mom and her siblings decided to do look into our family history and do genealogy work. As they worked, my mother came across her Great Grandmother's family line and was able to obtain several photos from other family members. She saw a photo that shocked her. There was the family, standing on a dirt road in front of their barn on the family farm. In that line of family members was G.N. She asked the other member who owned the photos what was wrong with the woman in the photo, as there was obviously something going on she could see. They let her know that they believed she was born without a thyroid gland, leading to several other medical issues. My mom was floored by the information and remembered what I told her when I was just three years old. As she learned more about this woman, she saw similar personality traits in me. I always think of G.N., I do feel sometimes I am giving her a second chance at life. Things she never got to do, like be a mother, or things she never could do, like travel. I do not know if I am an empath and very sensitive to the spirit world because of her, but I do like to think that is the reason.

The city and state of Colima are definitely places of high weirdness and I think that many parts of the city and the state can be considered Thin Places due to the number of stories that abound here. Some say that it is due to the proximity of the volcanoes ( The Snow volcano--dormant and the Fire volcano--still active). Some say that there are strong energetic areas both in the city and up towards the volcano, where strange energies can be felt and sometimes even seen in action. The state of Colima has stories ranging from Ghosts to UFOs to time distortions to witchcraft, to energy vectors, you name it! It is a place where the ocean, volcanoes and small forgotten towns meet. Until the early 1900s, Colima was pretty much isolated from the rest of the country because of the rugged terrain that surrounded it ( mountains, volcanoes, cliffs, etc) but was constantly visited by Europeans and Asians that arrived on its shores by way of the pacific ocean. The indigenous communities that lived around the volcano were pretty much left alone until almost the end of the conquest of Mexico. Colima is a very fertile land, and to this day there are many areas that are thick with forest and jungle-like canopy. Despite being the smallest state in Mexico, there is much to explore. Such exuberance gives the place much earth and plant energy. Everything is alive. This story is a bit of a mix because I was witness to so many different things that happened in one small square of the city. I am talking about the campus in which the House of Culture and Cultural Center are located. This campus is made up of a library, a theatre, the main office building, a parking lot, an outdoor amphitheater and a 5 story building where the arts and crafts workshops are offered. There is also a small theatre ( for monologues) and some dance and music rooms /classes. At the very top of the building is a local TV channel. Already, the fact that the channel is there --with its huge antennas, might be a reason as to why so many things happen in that building alone. Another interesting fact is that the campus is situated right in front of a military zone-- a place where high ranking military live and work and teach and practice etc... ( could this be another reason?) Another interesting to note is that --not surprising--both these places were built upon an area of land that at some point ( very back in time) was part of a cemetery. ( That's another interesting thing to note about the city--the cemetery was actually moved several times). And finally..to top it off, they are situated on a long avenue that was once the entrance to the city. This avenue is decorated with huge trees on either side of the street ( These trees are more than 100 years old ). It is historically known that these trees were used as hanging trees during the revolution and the cristero war, meaning that many people were hung from these trees. It is a well know story, told by many of the soldiers that live in the military zone, that on rainy nights, they have seen the bodies of the hanged, swaying from the trees. (Another thing I forgot to mention is that the city was built around, and upon many rivers and streams. Some are still visible today, other water ways are buried under the city buildings.) Rumor had it that this building, where the TV channel was located, was home to some sort of creature that by description might be a dwarf and elf or something to that nature. One of the night watchmen would tell us stories about how this little creature ( about the size of a 5 year old child) would wait until all lights were off and then would make its way from the very top of the building to the very bottom of the building, making sure not to be seen, sneaking his way down. The guard would tell us about how he too would hide on a corner of the building and would watch as the little guy went up and down 2 or 3 times in one night. We didn't really believe the story until one evening when my husband had an event in one of the classrooms. He was busy working the lights and such for the event, and while he was busy, he noticed a child walking among the small crowd of people. He found it odd that this child was alone, and was dress as if he were Santa's helper. After a while, the "child" apparently disappeared. ( I mentioned the thing about the rivers and streams because, in Colima, it is said that these little people are attracted to water and are usually found near the rivers and streams around the city.) In that same building, there were stories about the bathroom on the lower floor ( the elf´s house?) being haunted. The doors to the stalls would open and close on their own. Toilets would flush on their own, sinks would fill with water, etc... I went to those bathrooms just once in the 12 years that I worked there, and never went back! As soon as I stepped in, I felt I was not alone. My hair stood up and I could feel a presence almost breathing on me. I peed with the door wide open and left as quickly as I could. Right in front of that bathroom is a dance room where dancers give class and practice. I took a class once in that room ( yoga) and during the entire class, I felt a creepy sensation and was scared to look at myself in the mirror for fear of seeing something else there. I lost an earring in that room and despite the room being empty, and the floor made of wood, I never found the earring. There was also a story about a creature that resembled a wild boar. This creature was seen, felt or heard by 3 of the night guards on different occasions and in different ways, but they all agreed that it was the same creature. It was seen in the small theatre, where the guard usually had their midnight snooze. One of the most vivid stories that I heard from one of the guards was that one night, while he slept on a couch in that theatre, he began to feel like he was short of breath and that his chest was caving in. As he woke up, he felt as if a pair of claws dig into his sides. He opened his eyes to find the pig sitting on his chest, his eyes glowing red. He wrestled with the creature until he was able to throw it off of him and he watched as it turned into a dark shadow and hit itself behind a drywall. On a sad note, one of the security guards, a friend of mine, and the man that shared most of the stories with me, passed away inside that theatre. It seemed he had a stroke and didnt make it to the door. He was found dead, his body blocking the door. I often wonder if it was the boar that got it, or maybe the elf. Or something more sinister. Finally, these last stories took place, not in the previous building but in the main building where the offices are. There is also a bigger theatre there that seats 800 people. In this building, people have seen a little girl roaming around the stage and backstage area. She seems to be dressed in early 1900´s clothing. The bathrooms in that theatre are pretty creepy too. I once heard footsteps in those bathrooms but there was no one in there but me. The guys in charge of lighting and sound and backstage stuff are usually there till late night, long after events are over. Once, they decided to have a little fun ( so to speak ) and tried doing some evps. They caught one that was really creepy--you can clearly hear a voice whisper --todos estamos muertos-which in spanish means, we´re all dead. Thats not all I have to say about Colima... stay tuned.

The other night I was with my wife over at her parents house when she bolted out the back door and onto the deck in dead silence. When she came back in she said that she had seen a short black creature run across the neighbors yard on two legs. This sighting was followed up by her brother and mom saying that they had seen a similar creature run across the road on the way to thanksgiving dinner. They described it as a goblin similar in shape and size to the elf from the Harry Potter movies. I went out to look but unfortunately did not observe anything myself.

My sighting took place in the summer of 2016. I was working a retail job at a casino in Connecticut and on this particular night we worked late to receive a shipment. I got off work around 1 am, grabbed some food at a nearby drive-thru and headed home. At the time I lived in a village called Stonington Borough on a peninsula jutting out into the Atlantic. As I got to my neighborhood I felt too wired to just go home, eat and go to bed. So, I decided to drive straight to the beach (Stonington Point), and eat my food under the stars. As I lay on the hood of my car, eating and staring at the sky, my attention was drawn to a particular “star”. It looked like any other star in the sky only it was bigger than all the rest—not by much, but to a noticeable degree. This star was also brighter than all the others, again, not by much but it was obvious. Just a bright, white dot in the sky. The light that was emitted was constant; it didn’t pulsate or change shape/size nor were there any defining features or colors other than white. It appeared from my vantage point to be incredibly high up and far away. This “star” then began to move about the night sky in a slow but erratic manner. It was like watching an insect crawl around on a window. It moved in circles, spirals and squiggly lines. It’s speed was slow but wavering. As it performed these nonsensical maneuvers it would speed up and slow down in kind of a jerky manner like a car that’s about to stall, only it never quite does. I sat and observed this object for about half an hour before leaving; I felt like I’d observed all that this object was going to do and there was no way I could film it on my phone. There were other people at the beach but they were socializing, not observing the sky, and It’s not as if this event was particularly attention-grabbing. It felt rather like it was just for me to see.

This story is rather benign but just weird enough that it has remained in the back of my head and comes up from time to time in my thoughts and in conversation. In February/March of 2019 I was visiting a friend in Burlington, VT. My friend had a typical 9-5, Monday through Friday job, so during my month-long stay I spent my weekdays wandering around downtown Burlington. I frequented the local coffee shops, visited book stores and boutiques, took in the sights and caught a few movies at the local theater. One day while returning from one of my walkabouts I made my way down the sidewalk leading towards my friend’s apartment while looking down at my phone. I suddenly realized that I had walked right past the apartment; I stopped in my tracks, looked up and made a 180. The exact moment I turned around I saw a young woman about thirty feet behind me and a young man slightly further away on the sidewalk across the street. In that moment they both too looked up with confusion (apparently taking no note of me), made an about-face and went on in the same direction I was about to go. It’s as if, at that same second, we all experienced the exact same thing. Perhaps it was a coincidence, maybe it was a synchronicity or even a “glitch in the matrix”. Regardless, what are the odds?

I lived in Fairbanks/Fort Wainwright, Alaska from 2004 to 2006 (ages 14-16). This story would have taken place during the summer of 2005. I am unsure of the day/month or exact time of day other than that it was early afternoon. I left my home and began walking to my friend’s house which was approximately a 4 minute walk. About half way there I looked up into the cloudless sky and noticed a giant fireball—No, not the sun. This fireball was however, comparable in size to the sun. It was like a flaming ball of fire hurdling toward the earth only it wasn’t moving and the flames were not flickering or otherwise moving. I knew immediately that I should find someone else to observe this with me to either confirm I was crazy or corroborate my story. As no one else was on the street at the time I ran the rest of the way to my friend’s house to get him to come see this weird “event”. When I got to his place he simply wouldn’t listen to me and just kept droning on about nothing and puttering around his room “getting ready”, as our plan had been to go skateboarding. I begged him to come outside for just a moment with me but it was like he wasn’t hearing me at all—just talking at me. Eventually he came outside with me but in his own time and not to look at the sky but to follow through with our original plan of going skateboarding. When we left the house I looked up and this fireball was just gone and we went about our day as if nothing happened. I think I put it out of my mind because of the disappointment of being the only one to see it and the frustration of my friend not listening to me. I would remember it infrequently over the years and wish I could understand more. Now, the technical details I do have are: En route to my friend’s house I was going directly west and this “object” was at my twelve o’clock. Around this time of day, during the summer months in Alaska, the sun would’ve been south/south east at approximately my eight o’clock. The “object” wasn’t moving or emitting sound and no one else was outside within eyesight. To my knowledge, no such event was seen by anyone else.

While driving down a lonely country road, I was drawn to look up and saw a very large bat winged creature silhouetted by the moon.

Was staying the night with family, sleeping on a mattress on the floor by myself in the kids' room. The kids were staying with their dad that weekend, so they weren't in the house. As I closed my eyes to sleep, I saw what looked like a toy robot take a few steps forward then fall into the floor. Toy robot is the best I can do to describe it: I heard crude, mechanical toy-robot noises, saw two red lights like toy-robot eyes, and the way the lights moved made me think of clunky, robotic steps. The room was pitch black, too dark to see if it actually was a toy robot. The next morning there was no such toy in the room. I asked my step-mom if the kids had a toy like that, and she said they didn't.

I was in the backyard with a friend, smoking cigarettes and talking. Suddenly a piercing, ultramarine wisp caught our attention. It was about the size of a large marble and solid blue, self-illuminated. It floated down from about 15 feet above us to just a few feet above our heads in a smooth but meandering path. It didn't look like it was just riding the wind. It was too solid and blue to be an ember. It couldn't have been a laser pointer because its movement was much too steady and we were under trees that would have obscured it. It was not an insect. It was not a reflection. As suddenly as it appeared it was just gone. I asked my friend about the incident years later, and he doesn't remember it at all.

Definitely one of the houses on this street is an inter dimensional hub. The division between realities is very thin and you can almost see the other people like a flickering curtain in a breeze. You close the doors to the rooms and time & space stops. It’s super weird.

My now wife and I had just been married in Iceland. We decided to tool around the country for a few days. Using a popular app, we had booked a beautiful cabin in between 2 volcanos. We were gone everyday from 4 am to 12 am and we stayed there for 2 days. Iceland is known for being a place to encounter Huldufólk or as we call them, elves. Each night as I would lay my head down to go to sleep I would hear soft music, kind of like the kind you would hear at a renaissance fair or very folky with harps and other string instruments. I would pop my head up to see what it was and I wouldn’t be able to hear it. I would lay my head back down and I would hear it again. I didn’t tell my wife at the time because she tends to get a little scared of something that could be paranormal. Knowing some about fae folk and faerie lore, I knew not to go looking outside for it. I just decided to go to sleep. The next night it happened again. I paid more attention this time even opening the door to the cabin just to take a peek to see if anything was out there. It seemed to play just in that liminal time between awake and drifting off. I could hear it better this night but only in that liminal space. The next morning, we packed up and we headed back on the road to our next destination. As is usual whenever something paranormal happens to us, I decided to bring it up after the fact so she wouldn’t have been scared. I got out, “Hey..” when she stopped me and asked, “Did you hear tiny music at night while we were there in the cabin?” She had heard it too. My jaw hit my steering wheel and we talked about it all the way back to Reykjavik.

Whilst doing some research into local mythology and local tales connected to important historical events, myself and my collaborator on the project followed part of the route of the old Offa's/Wat's Dyke which some say dates back to 6BC. Whilst driving up a small country lane and talking about some of the events that may have taken place there, we became aware of a large number of crows circling above the car and following us as we drove. The noise was incredible and as we reached the site upon which we wanted to take some pictures, this group of crows joined a much larger flock in the field we were headed to. They were everywhere - in the trees, in the field, in the sky. We knew at the time that it felt particularly 'potent' and it became even more so when researching in the library the next day. We came across a quote hidden inside a local history book about the battles between the English and the Welsh in this county, written by a the bard Cynndelw. This quote depicted 'the dead riding on a thousand crows.'

My x husband had died in a motorcycle wreck. I had seen him three days before and we had told each other we still loved each other but that it wouldn't work. We had remand close but had different lives. About a month after he had passed, I was working at the mill when out of the corner of my eye I saw my x husband down the shipping area. I said, LeRoy is that you? The answer came back in my head, Yes. I asked, what are you doing here? He said he was lonely and wanted me to come with him. I told him that I couldn't because it wasn't my time. He said ok and then left. I thought OK I am making this up. A couple of weeks later I went to see a friend who said she has ESP. As I was driving there, I felt like LeRoy was riding with me. I had gone 20 miles like that till I came to a town that we use to live in. The street that we would of turned off on to go to our house was where he left. He had not said any thing to me but was just riding along.. When I got to my girlfriends house and went in, she said, coffee is ready and I will meet you there in the dinning room. I am folding the last of my laundry. As I was fixing my coffee. She said, you had company on the way here, I said WHAT? She said, LeRoy rode with you. I said Yes he did. Then I knew It was not in my mind. LeRoy came back one more time to the house I lived in. I could feel him standing by me. I said Hi LeRoy, what do you want? He said, I'm leaving now and wanted to say goodby. I said Good by LeRoy and have a good trip. That was the last I have seen or felt him.

I've lived in this building for about six months now and every night without fail I hear heavy footfalls in the hall pausing just a beat too long outside my door at precisely 11:18 p.m. and never thought much of it--after all, it's an apartment building with one hallway per floor. Yesterday (8/24/20) I went to get my mail and noticed a hatchway into the attic just outside of my apartment that I don't remember ever seeing before, particularly since instead of a latch, it had what looked like a cut-crystal doorknob. Intreagued, I texted a friend about it before getting a flashlight and a knife to take a closer look. I was able to jimmy the hatch open with the knife and poke my head into the attic. The air was thick with dust and smelled strongly of creosote, but all I could see was the rough unfinished wood walls and ceiling, and a faded tweed dinner jacket before both my cell phone and flashlight died. I didn't think much of it at the time since my phone is old and randomly restarts, and I don't remember the last time I put batteries in the flashlight. I fell asleep, as usual, to the sound of the 11:18 heavy footsteps. I only remember bits and pieces of my dream that took place in a great farmhouse perched upon a ridge bounded by water and distant mountains--the pattern of a Persian rug or shafts of sunlight through an orange tree swaying in the breeze. However, I find that I have been marked with a singular vision that I fear will presage things to come: a tall thin man with lush white hair wearing a tweed three-piece suit with a jovial grin and cold, unsmiling, eyes behind tortoiseshell glasses calmly raising an evil-looking knife to his face and sinking the blade in, first snapping the left arm at the hinge before sinking home into wrinkled flesh, the edge playing along naked bone like a violinist's bow. I woke up this morning baithed in sunlight, listening to neighbors below my window making smalltalk but unable to shake the terror of the night before. I slowly walk around my apartment--nothing disturbed, nothing to suggest anyone but me has occupied this space during the night. I put my shoes on to go take a walk and clear my head, open the door and find a pair of tortoiseshell glasses with the left arm broken at the hinge placed carefully at the lip of the threshold.

I was driving home one day with my then partner and I spotted something in the sky. I said "Oh look a biplane!" and pointed. As we continue to drive, we saw that the plane wasn't moving at all. It was like the plane was just suspended in the air. It was almost like a photograph of a plane had been pasted into the sky. It was definitely a biplane and not any type of current military aircraft. There was no sound coming from the plane. The effect wasn't because we were moving and the plane was moving, because when we came to a stop, the plane still was suspended there in the air. I made a turn in the road to see if we could continue to watch what happened with the plane, since if I kept going we would have driven right past it. Once I turned, the plane was no longer in the sky. We drove for 20 to 30 minutes looking for the plane or any sign of it but it was not there. If I had been alone, I would have questioned what I saw -- but we both saw it.

I was working at the Museum doing a check of the gallery before opening hours. I walked into our temporary exhibition space and saw a reflection in one of the showcases of a man walking up to where I was. I was around a corner stopped to let him past because I was about to run into him.... but he never passed so I stuck my head out from around the corner but there was no one there. I looked for him and called out to him, but there was nothing. I was about to tell him he couldn't be in this space because it wasn't open yet - and in fact there was no way he could have got in. It was all locked. I had swipe card access. He was an older gentleman wearing grey slacks and was quite rotund and unlike anyone I knew that worked at the Museum at that time. The Museum used to be the site of the old Canberra hospital and there have been several weird sightings, including a security guard who saw a floating head on top of an old dress that was on display.

Mid-late June 2020. As I reached the top of a hill I saw about 8 lights in a vertical slight v shape. I thought it was lights from a building until they turned all at the same time, extremely fast, and disappeared from sight. I waited to see if it was somehow a moving light fixture. I drive down this route often and have never seen it again, nor is there any crane/building in that spot at that height. The lights moved all at the same time and were not moving at all when I first saw them.

It was a full moon and I was out with my friends during a weekend night. No one had started drinking yet, and we were walking to pick up some supplies from the Seven-Eleven. I hung back and chilled on a park bench just taking in the early autumn night breeze and full moon light. I decided to spend five minutes meditating and figured I'd catch up with my friends later. After meditating I set out to catch up with them, or just meet them back at the apartment. So, I went to walk toward the Seven-Eleven I thought they might still be in. You have to turn a blind corner when you do so. And, as I turned this corner, I was met with a pair of eyes. These eyes were already staring directly and intensely into mine when I turned the corner - as if they had already been seeing me through the wall. They belonged to a... man who was very tall. He was perhaps 6'5'' (at least). His garb was all white and loose fitting. I remember it being extremely clean. As I met his gaze I stopped. He put his hands together and said, "You're bright. You're blessed." And I awkwardly acknowledged him and just continued around the corner. I stopped after I rounded it, beginning to process the strange feeling that this encounter gave me. This process took no more than five seconds. So, I just thought I'd peak around the corner to see if he was still there. He was not.

I was standing at the top of Triangular field along the low stone wall that encloses it. It was dusk, I heard my sister call out for help as she stumbled about 25 yards down the hill from me. I immediately started to move towards her to help and was stopped in my tracks by a smokey swirly something. It materialized inches in front of my face. I couldn't make out any features. But it seemed like the ghost of a person was right in front of me stopping me from going to help. It was gone as quickly as it appeared.

A tombstone reads Indiana Jones. Not hard to find. You can see it from the sidewalk. Adorable town.

An old cemetery dating back to the early 1800s. The vandalized and broken gravestones give off an air of sadness in the otherwise peaceful and scenic location. Reported occurrences include hellhound sightings, the sound of a baby crying from the pond behind the cemetery, and a woman in white wandering up and down the road or in the surrounding woods.

I was leaving the park and saw a young boy, 4-5 years old, sitting alone on the grass in the shade of a big tree with no accompaniment and no toys. Concerned, I asked him if his mom or dad were nearby. He did not acknowledge me though I was about 20 feet from him. I asked again, louder. He looked at me with absolutely no interest, not really looking into my eyes, and nodded his head once. I got chills. I looked about and there was no one anywhere nearby except a couple a few hundred feet off with a baby. So I asked again, "Are you sure? You're okay? Are you sure?" He gave me a look I can only call contemptuous and, again, barely nodded yes. When I looked later at a selfie I had taken moments before with the tree he was under in the background, there is no one there.

Mysterious abandoned bag on a bus, big mass of dark hair poking out of the top. ?Not half terrifying, tbh. Is it a head?? A sleeping beastie?? ? A wig purchased at the local Cthonic Beauty parlor??

I'm not really sure how to classify this and there’s a bit of preamble before the weirdness (but it all factors into the experience). I was driving home from work on a street I drove almost every work day: southbound on Pacific Avenue in Venice, California (a section of Los Angeles). There’s a long stretch there with no cross streets, just walk streets on the western (beach) side, all bearing names like “28th Place.” Houses and apartments crowd right to the street edge, and parking is tight. Usually the traffic moves swiftly, but sometimes when there’s good beach weather, it slows to a crawl. On this night it got seriously backed up and I came to a stop and sat there for several minutes. I was next to the one piece of property which doesn’t have structures at street’s edge. There’s a dirt lot streetside for parking cars with trees crowded on the southern side. As I turned my head west I saw that I was aligned with a walkway running behind a series of linked cottages. It was as clear as day back there, even though it was evening. A woman sat on the small stoop behind the first cottage, her legs stretched in front of her, elbows resting on knees, head down and staring at the ground between her feet. Such an aura of despondency hovered about her that I kept looking, fascinated. She was somewhat plump and middle-aged, and she had dark brown, wavy hair worn down past her shoulders and a dark, rather shapeless dress. It hit her mid-calf and I saw that her feet and legs were bare. The dress could have belonged to any era from the late 19th century onward, even further back, I guess, if it actually went to the ground and she’d hitched it up. As I stared and wondered why she was so sad, I guess she sensed me looking. Her head came up and our eyes met. I was embarrassed to be caught. Her sorrow remained, but with a spark of something like defiance or anger or something. It felt old and negative and about me rather than her, but also not strictly about me, either. I felt that I just happened to be there to receive it. It had a very surreal quality to it. Then I was really embarrassed. She had every right to be angry with me for staring and intruding upon her despondency, so I quickly shifted my eyes back to the road. Thankfully, the traffic moved not long after. I stole another look before passing the property. She still stared my way with whatever that negative surge was. I thought about her for the rest of the drive home, but—as these things go—promptly forgot about it when I got home and had chores and what all to do. Occasionally as I speeded by that property each night coming home from work, I’d think about her fleetingly, getting embarrassed all over again, or puzzled and wondering what had been up with her. I might even have stolen a glance that way, but usually couldn’t make anything out because I usually passed that place in seconds. Then one night several weeks later the traffic slowed and I took a good look towards that walkway. And I realized I couldn’t see it. Not just that it was too dark or that a car stood in the way (there were no cars in the dirt lot), I mean I couldn’t *see* it. Something blocked it. I had driven past the property by the time that registered, and that part of Pacific isn’t friendly to people stopping and backing up. Too much traffic, not enough parking to pull over, and besides, I needed to get home. I decided that I’d try to remember to give it a better look the next night, but it was actually several days before I looked again. There was definitely a gate blocking the view of the walkway, but it didn’t look like a new gate. I thought, “Well, it must have been open when I stopped here that time.” I hadn’t remembered seeing a gate, but you know, it had to have been there. So the next time I remembered, I slowed down, risking irate honks from the cars behind me, and stopped when I got to the place where I’d been stopped before in direct alignment with the walkway. I recognized quite well the angle I’d been looking from by referencing the structures on the east side of the road. The thing is, there *were no linked cottages there,* just a single house. And from that angle the trees on the south side of the lot blocked the view of the gate. To see the gate I had to be 15-20 feet north and looking at an angle. There was *no* visibility of the gate or a possible walkway when looking dead on. What I’d seen and the way I’d seen it could not possibly have existed. My initial experience happened in early summer of 2011 and in September 2011 I wrote up a blog post about it. Two days after that post my mother had a massive stroke and I became her caregiver, thus changing my life radically. Probably a coincidence, but I’ve wondered since if the initial experience and my writing about it was some kind of weird precursor/premonition/who knows what. Submitted by Anonymous

The Bomb Shelter is the name used to describe a missing place found in the area of Wyman Woods in Marblehead, MA by 6 kids in 1986. Eric and I, both ten years old, had spent the last week sleeping over at each other's houses and it was probably mid-July at this time. We rode our bikes down to Howard's News to look at comics and then over to the Marblehead YMCA to see who was hanging around in the monument park next to the Y. Marblehead isn't exactly a big town but at the time there were 3 elementary schools there, so not everyone knew everyone. On this day, we got down to the Y and found a kid Eric knew from Hockey hanging around the monument with some kids from Glover (originally posted as Gerry) school. Me and Eric went to Coffin school, which was on the side of town that wasn't exactly the good part. There's not really a bad part but Marblehead is the kind of town where you'll find a Ferrari parked at the bank next to my parents' broke-down Honda Civic. You have extremely rich people living on one side of town and everyone else on the side heading out toward Salem. There's not much room in between. But these were the rich kids we were dealing with and we were considered the poor kids even though our parents were firmly middle class folk. So they kind of fucked with us until Eric's hockey friend got them to cool it. But then one of them got real spooky on us. He was acting real conspiratorial with his buddies. "We should take them to the bomb shelter." He said, and they all enthusiastically agreed. So, we rode across town to a part of Marblehead that we only knew from little league practices and they guided us on our bikes down a short trail in small wooded area off West shore Drive until we reached a small grassy clearing where we found a hole in the ground squared off with wood framing. Marblehead is DENSELY populated now as it was then and wooded areas like this place weren't super common. At any given time, even in the woods, you're not more than a 100m walk to someone's back yard. But this place felt very remote. The hole in the ground was about 2' across, with a rusty ladder descending into the darkness and one of those red on black DO NOT ENTER signs hastily thrown on the ground next to it. The kids all took turns climbing down into the hole and finally Eric and I joined them. No hesitation. Even as a wispy ten year old, the ladder felt like it was going to break under my weight. Eric and I both thought these kids were ass dicks and suspected that they might be setting us up for something bad but this was cool, at the same time. Adventure! The Goonies had come out the summer before this and it had a profound effect on the American pre-teen mind. But in their haste to freak us out, none of these idiots thought to bring a light source and the light from the hole above only illuminated the surroundings so much. A pack of matches lay on a nearby shelf carved out of the wall but to our dismay, the rain had poured through the hole and rendered them a soggy mess. The darkness down here was dense and tangible. It seemed to consume the light from the hole above. Having just got off the ladder, what I could make out around me were dozens of these small, short white pillars scattered around a shelf next to the ladder. I'd later reach out and pick one up and realize that what I was looking at were the stubs of candles burned down to the last. They were arranged along a shelf carved out of the dirt. I couldn't see much down here but I could feel the walls and the dimensions of this space we were in were a lot like my house. They were reasonably large rooms linked by halls with plenty of space to move through but the walls were clearly hard-packed dirt and clay. There are other abandoned spots around town and you could tell that the local high school kids made regular use of them by the presence of crushed beer cans and garbage all over the place, but the thing which struck me about this place was how clean it was for a room carved out under the earth. The kids guided us through the darkness for a couple rooms, just pitch-black darkness the entire way, until we all decided to turn back because what's the point when you can't see? None of them explained where we were or anything. There was no exposition at all. Just six pre-teen boys silently walking through this strange space under the ground. And that's when things took a strange turn. As we got closer to where the ladder was and the darkness began to give way somewhat to the light I, walking at the back of the group, noticed way more silhouettes ahead of me than there should have been. It was just me, Eric, his friend from Hockey, and three of the kids from Glover school that I knew of. But as we came into the gloom, I was suddenly spooked when I counted 3 more shadows ahead of us than there should have been. And as I waited my turn to climb the ladder, I watched as all 3 of these extra kids climbed the ladder. Definite shapes ascended to the light. Kids, wearing kid clothes, who I only saw the back but were definitely not with us when we came down also went up. When I got back to the surface, however, it was just 6 of us again. Then we kind of parted ways and Eric and I rode back to his house and played Atari for the rest of the day. We kept talking about what these kids called the bomb shelter and planned to go back tomorrow with flash lights so we could really see what was down there. So, the next day we took a couple of those big-block battery flashlights that his dad had in the garage and we rode back to where the Glover school boys had taken us. We rode down the trail and it eventually took us to the baseball fields. We rode back and forth several times. We walked our bikes off the path and searched through the brush but we couldn't find the hole in the ground at the clearing. We never even found a clearing. We had to have searched for an hour around a patch of wilderness that couldn't have been more than 1/4 square mile. Nothing turned up. At all. We were certain we had the right spot, too. So we rode back down to the Y to see if those kids were still around and they were. Eric's hockey friend was not. Just the Glover school boys. It was absolutely them, no mistaken identities. It was those three guys. Eric walked up and asked them about the bomb shelter and when he was done they all looked at us like we had a million heads. "Who the fuck are you?" Is all one of them asked us. I was kind of a shy kid so I didn't do any talking. I just hung back but Eric was insistent and became convinced that they were messing with us and he kept pressing them. Eventually, the three of them got a little aggro and we backed off but the message was clear: These three guys, whom we had just descended into the depths of Marblehead with the day prior, had no idea who we were or what we were talking about. Me and Eric tried a couple more times on our own to find this place but we never did and a couple months later my family picked up stakes and moved to New Hampshire so I only saw Eric once more after that and we never talked about it again. But I never forgot about this.

I spent four years living in a house in the Crown Hill neighborhood of Seattle. In 2011 my mom and I moved out of necessity into a run down mother-in-law unit. The main house was built in the early 1900's, but we're unsure of when our unit was built. The house was a mess; we had burst pipes, mushrooms grow through the carpet, black mold, our oven and bathroom light were broken for multiple years all the way up till when we moved out. The other pressing issue was the presence of something or multiple somethings causing us emotional distress and even physical harm. I first noticed something wasn't right when I felt something watching me from the corner of my bedroom. It was every single night and day that I felt something peering at me for hours. I hid under my blankets like a child, instead of an angsty teenager almost every night. I would sit up abruptly at random trying to see what was looking at me. I never was able to catch an actual apparition but my mind always supplied me with the image of a short thin woman with black hair and boxy bangs. This was unnerving but the haunting became apparent quite quickly. My mom and I would hear banging and clanging in the kitchen from the living room and my dog would start to growl. It happened so frequently that we started to not even stop in our day to day activities to check it out. One night my mom burst in furious because she thought I had been in her room. I had no idea what she was talking about but she told me a box filled with crayons she had sitting on her bookshelf was on the floor. It wasn't spilled on the floor like it had been knocked over, it was just sitting on the ground like it had been placed. I reassured her I hadn't been in there and she seemed to realize it could be whatever was also clanging in our kitchen. My mom and I were very open about our experiences or uneasiness felt in the house. We never hid what was happening though there were times she didn't tell me until much later to avoid scaring me in the moment. There was another night where I had a friend over my mom again, burst in furious because a bottle of vodka she had on the fridge was now on the ground. Again it was not knocked over, just sat on the floor. My mom and I are very close and when I quickly explained we hadn't been drinking, she believed me. Those two incidents where unnerving because it couldn't just be explained away by gravity. Both times the items had been neatly placed onto the ground. A time my mom and I both saw the activity was one night on the couch. We were watching TV when suddenly my mom muted it and motioned for me to look. I looked over to see a tissue box sitting on the table slowly have a tissue pulled from inside to almost completely out of the box. My mom tried to return to watching TV but we quickly ended up leaving the room. We would take the dog out into the side yard. From there you could see into the main house through a window looking into their back room. One day my mom took out our dog as usual, looked up and saw a woman peering at her from the window. My mom described the woman as short, skinny, with black hair and boxy bangs. The woman disappeared quickly. My mom checked with the our landlord who lived in the main house to see if she had anyone visiting. No one was. When my mom told me about this incident I froze. The feeling of being watched I had been trying to write off as anxiety for ages. Now my mom was describing a woman that fit the image my mind would always supply me with of whoever stood in the corner of my room. My mom knew I felt watched, but she wasn't aware that I had this picture of whoever or whatever was watching me in my head. I told her and my mom was frightened and angry that this woman was what was tormenting me each night. From there the haunting got worse. My mom started getting scratched in the living room so frequently I would say it happened three times a week. She was adamant it wasn't from our dog but I was a bit skeptical. The scratches would appear on her arms and even her back. Sometimes just one or other times in threes. I still wasn't sold on it but I quickly came to believe her. I was laying on the couch watching TV with my arm holding my head. I'd been just sitting there for probably an hour at this point and I hadn't moved at all. I then felt a stinging sensation on my arm and saw that suddenly a long scratch had appeared on my arm. I hadn't gotten up, the dog hadn't been near me, and now all of a sudden a fresh angry scratch had appeared. I was 15 at the time and still ran into my moms room like a child after a nightmare. That was the only time I was scratched but my mom continued to be. We both worried we were feeding into each others belief in the haunting. We took all of it with a grain of salt and some terror. My friend thankfully first hand witnessed something as well one Halloween night. We were watching some videos in my room when suddenly a pair of sunglasses I had sitting in the very back of a shelf on my bookshelf flew off onto the floor. We screamed and ran into the living room. It wasn't a fall like something had knocked it over, it flew off like it had been flung. My friend was worried about coming over after that. The most terrifying incident happened soon after. When you walked to the kitchen from the living room you'd pass a hallway. The hallway led to my room and the bathroom. I hated that hallway. I constantly felt a terrible feeling even just looking at it. There were times I'd run through it to get to the bathroom and out of the hallway as fast as possible. One night I was watching TV in the living room and got up during a commercial break to get a snack in the kitchen, passing the horrible hallway. I quickly got my snack before my show came back on and started to walk into the living room. Then I screamed. Right at the start of the hallway where it entered into the living room I saw a shape of a person. It wasn't complete but it was vivid in color. I could see the shape of the head, its shoulders, and its torso. There weren't any hands or legs. It didn't have a face or even details I could see like what it was wearing. It was just the shape, glowing in bright oranges, yellows, and blues. I imagine it's what an aura might look like. I ran like bat out of hell into the living room racing past it. I then screamed for my mom to get to the living room. I was so shaken I started crying. I told her what happened and what I saw and then I saw the fear take over her face. She then told me she had seen it as well a few nights prior. Her description was almost exact except she saw legs. She told me she hadn't wanted to mention it because she knew I'd be terrified to even go to my room. I slept in her room that night. When we finally moved out of that house we said goodbye to the horrible conditions we had been forced to live in by our landlord and also whatever had been terrorizing us. I still after years and years felt something watching me in my room and I was excited to get better rest. While my mom was packing the truck our neighbor from across the alley came to say goodbye. She had previously rented the unit with her daughter before buying her own home. She talked poorly about our landlord and the condition of the house and also mentioned how much her daughter had hated it. My mom asked what in particular her daughter had hated about it and she told my mom about what she had also experienced in that home with the disclaimer that she would sound crazy. She had her own slew of paranormal stories but there was one that stood out. Her daughter hated staying in that house because when she would try to sleep, she would feel someone watching her every single night. She said her daughter had seen a woman staring at her from the corner of the room. My mom asked what bedroom her daughter had lived in. It was my room. My mom asked which corner. It was the corner I always felt watched from. My mom asked what the woman looked like. It was the same description: a short thin woman with black hair and boxy bangs. I can't stress enough how happy I am to be out of that house. It felt like a physical manifestation of our own personal hell.

Big old empty houses seem to attract stories and legends to them almost the moment they are abandoned. Such was the fate of the old "Manager's House" that stood in front of Lister's factory at the bottom of the climb to Highfield Road and had later become a Doctor's Surgery before its final abandonment. It was big it was spooky and there was a burgeoning young population in the locale and yet, no kids ever climbed the iron fence and played there, no gentleman travelers ever used it as a relatively warm and dry refuge. It merely sat there and glowered in its own inimitable manner for over decade, crumbling under its own timetable of decay rather than, as other abandoned building in the area, suffer the vagaries of being used as a den for various activities by kids of all ages.. In the early 1970s a group of us, 13-14 years of age, decided to finally explore the house and entrance to the property was very simple through a downstairs sash window. We settled in in the mustiness darkness of the room when we clearly heard what sounded like footsteps descending the staircase. We didn't wait, we just legged it straight back out of the house and stood opposite craning our necks to see if we could spot who the other "occupant" was. We saw nothing and no more noise came from the house, it was if it returned to its slumbers. Jump forward a couple of years and two friends from another part of town are visiting to watch a Sci Fi film at my house. The conversation turns to "local weirdness" and my friend says, in totally matter of fact voice, "That house at the bottom of the hill, I don't know why however, I still run past there". The other friend concurred with them and said pretty much the same, they felt "something" that just said "Keep out". The house us now long gone, I sometimes wonder if whatever it was that "lived" there, still does. This is the house in question... http://www.nuneatonhistory.com/uploads/1/8/6/8/18680466/20170111205759-01_orig.jpg

As a child i would bike down to the beach a lot, usually with friends. As i got older, I'd go by myself further down the road, just to get out of the house and be alone. It was around this time that i started biking by The Church. It was old, dark, and almost completely hidden by the trees. But if I biked by at night, the windows would always be lit. One evening, i went out to bike, feeling angry and tired and frustrated, and i drove down the shore road. When i passed The Church, i could see the door was open and there was a figure standing there, completely silhouetted by the light coming from within. I felt almost compelled to enter. I remember getting off my bike, and starting to walk up. The rest is a blur. I don't know if i entered The Church, but i feel like if i had, i wouldn't be telling this story. I know i made it home before midnight, and I stopped biking down the shore road after that. Last year (2019) i asked my mom about The Church. She doesn't remember ever seeing it.

2005 (APPROX.) I was walking my dog alone in the woods. I first saw shadows out of the corner of my eye, when I looked up I saw a huge white/grey wolf raising his head to look at me about 25 meters away. The first thing I thought was how beautiful it was, then I was terrified it would go after my dog and I knew it wasn’t alone. I backed away slowly and took a short cut out of the woods to walk the tree line back to my house. My dog hadn’t noticed a thing (not unusual for him). Suddenly I heard a drum beat. It was out of place enough that I stopped to listen and figure out what it was and where it was coming from. My neighbors house was empty and dark and there were no other houses in the area. It sounded like it was coming from the woods, and it sounded exactly like the few times I’ve been to a Powwow but without singing. I tried to brush it off and took one step forward. The drums stopped. I took one step backwards. The drums started again. I panicked and chased my frantic dog all the way home. Submitted by Wolf Spotter

We purchased an old house in 2018 that we began slowly renovating while renting it out to a single, middle aged woman. Being fairly remote, and our renter living alone, she was fairly skittish, and it was often a hassle coordinating when contractors could come and get work done, as she was very suspicious of everyone. She seemed to need to be out of the house if anyone were to come and work on the house, and they needed to be gone by the time she returned. We had a plumber coming and going over a few weeks, who received the brunt of this suspicion, and he ran into a few moments where we would schedule a time for him to work on the house, and had to cancel at the last minute as it wouldn't work out for our renter to be gone. One morning I woke up to a few texts from the plumber, he explained that he had shown up to start work as planned at 8am, and that when he tried to enter the house he heard our renter screaming at him. He took off, and was understandably upset. I immediately reached out to our renter and explained how we can't scare off contractors when we have their start times planned in advance, and was honestly pretty irritated. She responded confused, and explained that she had been at work by 7:30 that morning, and that there was no way she had been screaming at the plumber. When I told the plumber, and asked if he could go back over he said it would have to be another day, as he was pretty shook up. He wasn't the kind of guy you would expect to be shook up by a lady yelling at him. It wasn't long after that my wife's Aunt, who lives a few miles down the road, told us that locals had always considered the house to be haunted, but didn't have any specific stories to share. We now live in the house ourselves, and thankfully haven't experienced anything. Our next door neighbors explained that our house was a general store in the 1940's when it was first built, and that at some point there was a fatal car crash in the ditch behind our house. When we wen't to check it out, sure enough there was still a rusty old car frame, half sunk into the soil of the ditch. It looked like something out of a movie set. Very weird.

So this happened when I was maybe 11 or so. I was walking to my friends house in the neighborhood. This particular friend lived a bit farther away than others, and I was kinda just zoned out. On a particular stretch of road that used to be a coquina/dirt road between two sets of paved roads, something caught my eye on the other side of road. I looked over up and saw what I can only describe as a bright, rainbow, pixelated, stick man. If you think how you would have animated a walking stick man on Atari graphics of the 80’s, you’d have nailed it. Only it was literally every color of the rainbow. Like most of us I suppose, we’ve all had our encounters with weirdness - I wasn’t necessarily afraid, but I was curious. I remember kinda reaching out to it mentally with a “hey, what’s up” and got the strong impression it saw me and was not the least bit interested in me. At that moment I heard a car approaching. As this entity was in the middle of the oncoming lane I thought “Ok, this is about to be interesting”, however when I looked away from the car and back at the rainbow stick man, it was gone. Florida is a beautiful and magical place, but I still have no idea what happened that day.

I’ve seen a floating shining, sparkling ball appear out of nowhere and disappear into a wall the first time. The 2nd time happened while I was actually listening to the Euphomet episode with Colin F. You both said something that resonated with me. Then I looked up and saw the same glittering orb thing fly into my window curtain. The way it appeared and disappeared was just like seeing a shooting star. It just comes into existence, seemingly, then fades away. [video width="1080" height="1920" mp4="https://liminal.earth/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/VID_20200413_232659.mp4"][/video] [video width="1080" height="1920" mp4="https://liminal.earth/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/VID_20200412_181914.mp4"][/video]

I lived in a house that was rumored to be haunted by its previous owner. Built in the 1930s, it had some nice historic features like a kitchen door that swung both ways connecting the kitchen to the living room. Beside this door in the living room was a heavy vintage-style bar/liquor cabinet. One night when I was alone in the house, I went into the kitchen to get some wine, pulling the swinging door closed behind me. When I went to push it open again, the bar had silently shifted about three or four inches over, blocking the door. If the bar had been in that position when I entered the kitchen, the door wouldn't have closed. I was eventually able to push my way out, but made a point to never close the swinging door again.

Coming home one night, just after dark, my son and I were coming down the driveway when he saw a strange catlike animal walking on its hind legs. He pointed it out to me and I caught a glimpse of it as it entered the tree line. We aren’t the only ones in our area to have seen this. It didn’t scare either one of us, but did make us curious.

As I sat in my car at a mailbox along the road, an ancient, beige, muslin type square of fabric inches out from behind the trunk of an old tree about 5 feet away from me and about 8 to 10 feet up from the ground. It slowly inched out completely horizontally from the tree. Then inched back slowly. I passed the tree slowly stopping as I drove past it and looked up to see if maybe an animal was responsible, but there was nothing there. I was feeling quite emotional as I approached the tree directly before the incident occurred, thinking about a loved one who recently passed away. It felt connected somehow.

At age 15, on Fewtown Road, my bus backed into my neighbor's driveway to turn around, as it did every morning. It was just after school was back in session, and just before sunrise. As she (the bus driver) backed the bus in, right as she was putting it in gear to move forward, the headlights shone on what looked like a very tall, bulky man with some sort of neutral or brown hoody on. As we watched, the figure sank directly down, like the "person" had sank to his knees, and maybe even collapsed. The weeds in the field it was in were very high, and what we saw would have been from just above the waist, were it a person, but if it WAS a person, that would have made him about 7 feet tall. The bus driver sat there for a minute with her mouth open. Then she made eye contact with me in the mirror and asked "Did you just see.." And I finished with "Bigfoot, yeah, I think so."

Cambridge Gardens is said by a number of accounts to be haunted by the phantom number 7 double-decker bus. Sightings range from the 30s to 1990 It could be a lost, retired routemaster, or it could be a spectre from a world in which it rides the the planned but unbuilt "Ringway 1." I haven't seen it myself but I did see a pair of 10 foot tall baby legs and a wallpapered dog skull over a garden fence here.

The Sussex Argus reported on Friday the 26th of June 2020: "BIZARRE reports of 50 people with suitcases walking to a water reservoir remain a mystery. Police officers were called to reports of a suitcase-carrying contingent at Ardingly Reservoir near Balcombe on Thursday." An abyssal hole at the southern end of the waters might be a possible destination.

I shouldn't have lived in this creepy old house to begin with, it creeped me out the first time I saw it. But I was young and the price was right. The lady who rented it to me claimed that it had been in her family for a very long time and used to be a boarding house in the late 1800s. This is one of the older neighborhoods in Grand Rapids so I believed her. The outside looks normal and modern but once you enter the building it feels and looks like you stepped into a time warp. I did not sleep well the entire year I lived there due to recurring nightmares that I didn't experience when I slept elsewhere for a night or 2. In my nightmares a scary old man was trying to get to me and violate me in some way, a man who I had never seen before. My closets would open for no reason even though they magnetically latched. I felt like I was being watched everywhere in the apartment.

Every apartment I lived in in Renton had paranormal activity of some kind, particularly in the highlands. Things would go missing even when I always kept them in the same spot, always. Once an exercise ball abruptly rolled across the living room in front of my sister and I. The way it moved defied the laws of physics, it didn't just roll into a dip in the floor. I also frequently felt something or someone sitting down on my bed as I was falling asleep.