Big Cabin, OK one of the first post offices in Indian Territory. Birthplace of Grady Luis McMurtry (1918-1985), student and follower of Thelema and personal student and successor of Aleister Crowley. Old school building, historical battleground markers, a lot of travellers, busy turnpike/truckstop/liminal energy. Lights in the sky and floating in pastures.

Train heist by the 8 members of Dalton Gang and shootout with railroad detectives and Cherokee nation police in Adair, many injured and at least one dead. Major highways intersection plus railroad. Very much a crossroads/convergence/liminal. Random wildlife preserves and exotic animals.

This isn't really a "classic" UFO sighting, but definitely unidentified and flying. I was staying with family at a cabin at a place near Ashland Oregon called Green Springs Inn. I had already been experiencing high strangeness and had been very open to an experience, but our stay was nearly over, so it looked like things were going to be disappointing on that end. I stepped outside onto the deck of the cabin, where there was a hill about a hundred yards away which was the view from the deck. As I watched, what appeared to be a flare slowly rose over the top of the hill, and then began vibrating in the shape of a crown. A parade of arcane glyphs scrolled by forming the shape of the crown (when I say scrolled, I mean like those old school LED signs that would scroll messages). I stumbled back toward the door and called for my kids to bring the digital camera (this was before we had a smart phone) but before I could even finish opening the door, the "crown" "squirted" into the sky diagonally, morphing itself into the shape of a standard jet plane complete with contrail and blinking lights. Since then, I can't trust that ANYTHING I see in the sky is what it appears to be...

I was young, maybe 5 or 6 and I remember climbing the chain link fence int he back yard, between my yard and our neighbor's. They had a dog that I liked to watch. Only that day, it wasn't their yard on the other side of the fence, but some place else. There were topiaries, vast gardens and somewhere in the far distance a large castle or manor house. Also the light was different. It was afternoon in my back yard, but clearly late evening over there. Fireflies were coming out.

My wife and I were driving out Redwood Highway (199) for a trip to the Redwoods and the beach. Somewhere around where the road splits and heads either north towards Brookings, or South towards Crescent City, right where the Redwoods start again, we passed a particular tree with a hobbit-like round green door in it. I was dumbfounded, but said nothing as my experiences with high strangeness were a point of contention between my wife and I, and I didn't want to trigger a fight. But about 90 seconds later, she goes, "Am I crazy, or did you see that too?" I asked if she had seen a green door in a tree, and she confirmed she had. At that point we swung back around and drove up and down that stretch of road trying to find the door in the tree, to no avail. Since then, I have heard tales of a green door that appears and disappears, primarily around Catalina island, which is several hours south of this location.

I was hiking quite farther than usual in the forest on my property. I assume I crossed property boundaries because there are no true markings of what's mine or other's property. I was deep deep in the forest, all seemingly uphill since I live on a mountain. Came across a very unusual tree. It was bent in on itself, almost completely in half. Just several inches from touching itself. Completely growing horizontal, but still standing and growing. Nothing was on it to cause it to bend in such an unusual fashion, like some tress do when there's another fallen tree on it. Completely free standing. Near it on the ground was what looked like irrigation pipe for plants. Reminder- this was far away from any type of building or source of water. Deep in the forest where no other people are. Very strange. (VIDEO HERE: https://www.tiktok.com/@salted.toes111/video/7067791864748952878)

This happened about 7 years ago when I was working the midnight shift at UPS on Pritchard road. I was heading home around 3am taking the back roads, when I got through the country roads and onto common wealth heading east bound I noticed a red light zooming across the sky. I had the thought that the military must be out flying jets since mayport has a naval base in that direction. My whole life I've always joked with friends or family when we're out at the beach that it has to stop and change directions or zigzag to be a "ufo". I had that same joking thought as I watched this thing hauling butt and boom it stopped instantly as soon as I had that thought. Then it started slowly approaching my direction. As I stopped at the intersection of Lane and commonwealth I could make out a triangular shape about the size of 2-3 cars maybe bigger. There were no other cars on the roads at this time so I pulled out my phone and called my wife being excited and in awe of what I was seeing. I explained everything I was seeing. At this point I had made the turn onto lane Ave going south. The UFO was now directly above my car and keeping the same speed as me, I got chills thinking if I really wanted to know what was driving this thing and why it was buzzing my car. I made sure to watch the clock and keep talking to my wife to make sure I didn't lose any time. About halfway between Commonwealth and Romona I got the courage to look back up and noticed the triangle slowly moving back east. While it was above me I noticed it had three very dim/fuzzy red lights at each point of the triangle with a bigger one in the center. All three were connected and surrounded by black beams. While on the phone with my wife my excitement turned into fear and I did get chills which I rarely get. I have never seen anything like that before or after that night. I have been out fishing and hunting in the middle of nowhere both forest and beaches at night as well. Far and close to mayport and have never seen anything like it. I don't tell many people about this experience but when I do I tend to add in that it could have very well been advanced military tech since I never saw what was piloting it. But I can't wonder as to why they would buzz random civilians if so. Whatever this craft was moved as fast as a jet but made no sound whatso ever and was able to stop completely and move slowly without any noise as well.

I have had dozens of experiences in this area (thus all the categories checked). Ghosts, "time travelers" (or whatever you call strangers who show up and know things only you would know about yourself), bipedal hedgehogs that saunter about like hobbits, golden foxes that could project ideas into your mind, a straight up wingless gargoyle one time, several ghost and shadow people, an attempted full body possession, and on and on and on. In 2012 when this began, this area was an overgrown blackberry patch over a block wide, but is now in a liminal state with all the brush cleared out, set to have a road built through and a housing track (the gargoyle sighting occurred AFTER the woods were cleared, in 2020, while most of the other experiences were in 2012).

Sierra Sky Ranch started out as a cattle ranch in the late 1800's but bit by bit the land was sold off until just the homestead remained. In the 1920's the ranch house itself was converted to a tuberculous hospital and remained this way until the World War II broke out and was turned into a rehab center for wounded veterans. After the war it was converted into hotel lodgings and though it has changed owners over the last few decades remains as such. The ghost of an old ranch hand, Elmer, can be both seen and felt at the back of the property. Guests have complained about hearing children running up and down the halls at night though no children are staying. It's thought these two are the ghosts of two children who died from tuberculosis there. Their nurse Sarah also died from the disease and can be seen looking out from the window of her old room, presumably looking for her lost charges. Finally there are the ghosts of two former cooks in the kitchen and workers here have reported a heavy, almost negative feeling in the air and it is thought these two do not like each other.

In the early 90’s—my freshman year of college—I lived in an historic all-women’s dormitory for art students. The building was from 1915, quite old, and brimming with the energy of hundreds of creative young women past and present. My roommate and I kept different schedules but were generally careful not to wake each other if one of us came in late and the other was sleeping. One night I was awakened from a deep sleep by my roommate who apparently thought it would be hilarious to crouch at the foot of my bed and grab hold of my ankles. I found it deeply annoying and decided I wasn’t going to let her get a reaction out of me. So I pretended not to notice. She squeezed my ankles tighter and giggled. I didn’t find it at all funny so I tried to kick her hands off of me. But she was holding so tightly I couldn’t move my legs at all. She giggled more. I became furious and tried to yell at her to knock it the hell off but I couldn’t speak, nor could I open my eyes. I took in the biggest breath I could, mustered every ounce of strength in my body, and hurled myself up off of my pillow. I looked at the foot of my bed and no one was there. I looked across the room to the other bed and there she was sound asleep. It would have been physically impossible for her to sprint from the foot of my bed to her own in the time between when I felt something squeezimg my ankles and when I looked over and saw her asleep. But even if she was able to move at the speed of light, the room was silent. Aside from the giggling there had been no noise. No sounds of footsteps running back to her bed, no sound of fabric rustling as she climbed under her covers, no squeaky mattress springs—nothing. I looked hard at her limp figure in the light of the street lamp outside our window. That kind of limp was hard to fake in a hurry. Had someone else broken in? One of the other girls? I got out of bed and checked the floor—empty. I went back to bed and hoped that I’d never experience that again. And I never did.

Walking in a meadow not far from town, in fresh snow, found extremely bizarre tracks. They definitely were not human or what you would think of as Sasquatch, but obviously bipedal. Stride was approximately 7 feet and the prints themselves had one very large looking toe and a strange elongated and skinny track. Never seen anything like this. The tracks went right through the meadow and across a stream into another field. First thought was Dogman, but not sure at all. Have pictures of print and stride. Super creepy.

An onion was found out of place, lovingly placed on a slate wall in the Glyderau mountain range. No other mysterious vegetables were found.

My sister, her husband, and their two kids were hanging out with our parents and swimming in their pond. It was a beautiful day, with blue skies and a few clouds. No one noticed anything during the moment. But on the drive back to their house, my sister and brother-in-law saw something weird in a pic taken by my sister. Above the tree line is an unusual-looking, geometric object in the sky. Thinking back on the moment the pic was taken, everyone present did not recall the sound of a plane or a helicopter. Nor did they remember seeing a blimp or kite, even though I don't think a kite would look that large in the pic.

I was driving through Damascus, Oregon coming back from a visit with a friend in Sandy. I was loving the beautiful blue summer sky when I noticed the ONLY cloud in the sky. It was small and the weird thing was it had what looked like an articulated "tail", trailing behind it. As I watched, the "tail" retracted into the cloud and the cloud completely disappeared. It didn't dissipate, it disappeared. I still have questions.

Summer of 1998 I was a sophomore at the University of Miami. I lived in a home in Kendall a suburb of Miami alone at the time and would often come home later in the afternoon/evening after my class and work schedule. One evening I came home early as I was getting ready to go out for the evening with friends. While walking around the house, as I waited for my shirt to finish from the dryer, I heard a crashing sound on the other side of the home. As I lived alone I thought that potentially someone may have been trying to break into my home. When I walked over to the other side of the home, I could not find the source of the loud noise, I looked all over and I could not determine where the sound came from. For clarity my living room sat at the far end of the home and had two sliding glass doors. One of the doors led directly to my back door patio while the other sliding glass door faced an atrium area that was semi enclosed that directly faced into my bedroom. My bedroom had a sliding glass door as well that looked into this enclosed atrium. I include these details as they are directly tied to what I experienced. As I could not find the source of the loud crash I heard I proceeded to sit down on my couch in my living room and caught something on the periphery of my vision towards the sliding glass door that faced the atrium. I got up to look through the sliding glass door to see what caught my eye and I was faced with the creepiest sight. Looking directly across the atrium I could see into my bedroom and I saw what can only be described as myself going through the motions of getting dressed. I saw a copy of myself grabbing clothes from the closet putting on my shirt and pants and grabbing a pair of socks. I was stunned at the sight and could just stare quietly. At one point the other me looked like they were about to walk out of my bedroom and switch off the lights, but instead it paused at the door and proceeded to turn around to face the sliding glass door that looked across the atrium to the living room. It moved to the sliding glass door and stared straight at me. I was shocked and was able to confirm that it was an exact copy of me down to the way my hair was cut as well as the stubble on my face. It stared directly at me and proceeded to smile, at that moment a sense of dread and terror filled me and I felt like I was in serious danger. The copy then turned and proceeded to walk out of my bedroom and close the door. I heard the door audibly close from where I was standing in my living room and that made the terror even worse as I knew it was not a hallucination but potentially an actual person in my home. I grabbed a kitchen knife and proceeded to rush to my bedroom. But by the time I had got to the room there was nothing there. I searched my entire house and could not find any trace of anyone in my home. Two strange things I did find though was that when I got to my bedroom the door was open and the lights were off. Both of which was not what I saw from my vantage point from the living room. I don't know if I caught a glimpse of an apparition or some other type of a phenomenon. However, I will say that that was only the first of the strange experiences I had in that home while I lived there. The home is currently owned by my brother who has not had any experiences since I moved out in 2010 so I don't know if I may have been the conduit of the experiences.

Every summer for the last four years of so, my nephew B and I go on "auntie adventure days". Sometimes it's purely spontaneous local fun and sometimes we plan out trips to cool local places we've always wanted to visit. We're both in agreement that we're blessed to live in New York's Hudson Valley area. Plenty of legends, lore, history & paranormal for us weirdos to enjoy. This trip was a planned one. We'd been reading up on NY state and Hudson Valley ghost towns and decided to visit one that was very close to us.It's called Doodletown; located in Stony Point in Rockland County within the boundaries of the Bear Mountain State Park. It was a small rural community in an area originally inhabited by Munsee & Haverstraw Indians and then purchased in 1683 by Stephanus Van Cortland. The community took root in 1762 and played a role in the movement of troops etc in the Rev. War. Utimately it was one of several little towns that were bought by the Pallisades Park Commission to establish Bear Mtn. Park. The last residents moved out in the 60s. Buildings were razed and nature took over the area. It's a beautiful hike accessible from a few different places. We hiked in on the 1777 trail from Bear Mountain Lodge. This took place mid August this year; so it's still very fresh in mind. In fact I still have a photo on my phone of the area where our experience occurred. We each had brought *tools* w/ us. He had a K2 that I had given him last Christmas. I had dousing rods. The hike was beautiful, uneventful except for an eagle sighting and us oohing over the beautiful scenery and frankly, talking about cryptids. We came to an open area near a small pond/lake. There's a dam and we walked out onto it to look around. On a hill overlooking the pond/lake is a cemetery. (The buildings of Doodletown are long gone, but the 3 community cemeteries are still there) This cemetery had signs saying it was No admittance. We were on a wooded pathway near it when we came upon a starling, lying on the path. It was dead, in rigor but no wounds, no obvious trauma, no insects, etc. It was actually very beautiful lying on some leaves and moss. Just prior to finding the starling B's K2 had gone off at least a couple times. I had the dowsing rods, which crossed in an X as we reached the bird on the trail. A few feet away I spotted two halves of a robins egg. I moved the starling and covered it with some leaves. And we placed the robins egg halves nearby as a kind of altar. We commented on how it was the beginning of life (the egg) and the end of it (the dead starling). B felt a presence very close and the K2 went off . He heard a voice say *Hup!* The dowsing rods were pointing off trail into the deeper woods. We walked a little further and B kept feeling that there was something coming up to him to *check him out* Not aggressive. Just curious. I noticed a change in energy, but again, not in a bad or aggressive way. At that point, we were moving around this small clearing area w/ the K2 and the Dowsing rods, just generally checking energy levels. We were standing together facing the pond/lake (hiking in it was on our Left) when we noticed a kind of light almost prickly feel on our skin. We were in the woods with bird sounds, nature sounds, a bit of wind from time to time, sounds from some other hikers, etc..... but suddenly we weren't hearing that anymore. Someone/something had turned down the * background noises*. We were entirely surrounded by locust/cicada song; it increased in intensity and volume, and we no longer heard anything else. It felt like we were standing under a kind of 'dome' of the cicada sounds... in an 'other place' but also still in the same place by the pond/lake in Doodletown. It was not scary at all. The air felt like it had a light vibration and frankly, it felt peaceful and welcoming. I don't know how much time passed. A few minutes maybe? Really not sure; but the cicada sounds dissipated and first we heard birds again, then the wind and then hikers and other sounds. Also should note that while we were under/in that dome of cicada sound there was no breeze touching us but we could see trees moving in the breeze nearby. After that moment, we both poured some of our water on the ground in the spot as a thank you and said thank you's out loud. We did not pick up any energy bursts after that, but as we walked out of that area we both felt that there was a presence in the trees just off trail, watching us. We stopped and talked to it, thanking it and telling it we would visit again. I grew up learning Hudson Valley history and folklore from my father. Bear Mtn is somewhere I've visited and hiked in dozens of times. MY nephew had never been there before. These are some of the oldest mountains in the US and the world, I believe. Even though we're about an hour or so north of NYC... these mountains don't care about that. The rest of the way on our Doodletown hike we joked that maybe that moment was due to the 'power' of two redheads. We were able to hike to a 2nd cemetery in Doodletown and felt either that first presence or possible something similar. Again, we talked to it and assured it we would be respectful of nature and the area. I've had more than a few interesting nature experiences hiking in Hudson Valley... none like this one. dead on the trail. Perfect. No wounds. No blood. No insects

Growing up, for most of my childhood; I lived in Bellingham, Washington. From the history of my old home, it was originally a farm house in the early 1900's, and some parts have been reconstructed over the years or torn down. After that, it was a shared home(?) between teachers. Something interesting like that. Well, it started when I was around 10. I can remember distinctly, we had just moved in. There were two floors, and a mini door in which none could access below the staircase. It was an old, decaying house, and my parents saw potential in making it into something beautiful. The first week, maybe a month, would pass. I took the last room upstairs, and my parents set up a bunk bed for me. Laying in my bunkbed one night, as a child, I was excited about recent things happening. I wasn't able to sleep, I just kept thinking. Everyone was already asleep. I would hear the most audible, yet, raspy female voice say 'help me,' from the corner of the room (everyone I've told thinks it's a little cliche and fake. I don't blame them it sounds outlandish, but it freaked me the hell out.) I remember the feeling of just freezing in bed, paralyzed. I could barely make out a word, before my fight or flight instinct kick in-- being only a child, I booked it down the stairs in tears. I was sobbing and screaming, that woke my mother up. She would give me a hug and comfort me, and I would sleep with her for the rest of the night. Safe to say, I stopped sleeping in that room after that. People around me told me I had been delirious and was only imagining things, and as a kid that I had an active imagination. Sure, maybe I would've believed that, if the other experiences and nightmares didn't happen. That one experience kick-started other weird things happening in that home. It wasn't really malicious, though, honestly just creepy. Things started to go missing, and no one had touched those items. Missing items would however start arguments amongst my parents and I, it became a bit of a problem. Then, grandma would came to stay with us, she's pretty spiritual-- so we always take what she says with a grain of salt. But honestly; I think everyone including the cats, except dad, believed there was something there. Once Grandma came to stay with us, we kind of forgot about it, I was excited she was finally here. Very rarely do we ever see her and now she was staying with us, but time goes on. That would change when she decided to sleep in my old room, with my old bunk bed. The old bunk bed had been taken down by then. She would sleep in there, and waking up, she seemed unnerved. She said she felt someone punching or moving underneath the bed, pushing the bed up. Like a child's hands were pushing the bed up, and onto her back and someone was under the bed. I remember that my parents left her alone around the same time that happened, and, once we had come home, she claimed to 'cleanse' the house. For a while again, things were alright, like, no one was complaining about weird stuff. Eventually, Grandma left back home to Canada. Then started the nightmares. Since I felt safe enough to sleep up back in my old room, since she had 'cleansed' it, I went back to sleeping up there. I had nightmares of waking up in bed, paralyzed, as a girl stood over me. These dreams would happen over and over every time I slept up there. From then on, mostly, I'd sleep downstairs with my parents. I would still get other weird nightmares downstairs though. Well, nothing really changed, but it didn't necessarily get worse. Whatever it was, just came back every-time. Without Grandma living with us, we wanted to rent the space out. We did for a cheap price, and child version of me got to meet all the potential roommates. The first to stay with us was Kristina. Kristina had a son named Isaac, (I wish I could talk to Isaac and catch up with him, it's been years.) We became friends, well, me and Isaac did. Isaac felt really uncomfortable up there and I remember he would talk to me about feeling as if there was something watching him. He would always feel cold upstairs. I know Kristina felt the same. I remember me and Isaac were in the backyard playing, and there was literally half an acre to explore. We found bones in the yard. I never knew what kind of bones, probably animal bones, but we found a huge pile of bones. It was weird. A massive stockpile of animal bones in the same place in the backyard. We chalked it up to being a farm in the past. As for me, I picked back up on having nightmares throughout my childhood, and things eventually did ease out as I grew older. Things still went missing, though. We continued renting out the place, people came and went. They all felt strange too. Eventually, we moved out to live in an rv and travel the United States. We left the house to a woman named Brittney. I don't know if she ever felt anything there. She was young, in college, and she had a lot of trauma. We felt bad for her, my parents at least did. We gave our cat Piper as a gift.

I was driving to work early one morning (about 5:30 am), there is a large industrial area on my way. Up ahead, I saw what looked like a road blockage of some sort, lots of vehicles stopped, I could see their tail lights in the darkness. I didn't want to be late so I turned off on a side street that is a u shaped street on the map to go around the traffic . It's a little country road with mostly pastures and farm lands. I drive for about 10 minutes on this road, only to end up in the exact same spot that I started from. Mind you, this road is just a horseshoe shaped road, it has no other roads feeding into it. Stranger still was the fact that there were no other cars on the road, no cars anywhere to be seen. It was a glitch in the matrix moment that shook me for weeks.

Apparently my mother heard loud footsteps all night two or three nights ago until 4am, on the stairs, on the top and bottom of the stairs, in front of her bedroom door, and downstairs in the living room- all trodding very loudly. She even felt the floor and chair shake from how aggressive the footsteps were. But no one was in those places, and everyone was asleep or in the bed. There was no way it could have been an intruder, because you would have to physically have to break glass windows to get inside. Plus, there were no signs of forced entry the following morning. Anyways, that night before it happened I had a feeling to hang my anointed crucifix necklace on her door nob, but I didn't. I should have though. Because the next night after that I hung it on the door nob of her room and the weird footsteps that she heard and activity that she experienced hasn't happened again since. Also, the weird nightmares that started for me a few nights ago as well, stopped ever sense anointing and cleansing my room, so that seemed to work thankfully. In any case, the activity has been suddenly ramping up, more than it has years, at my house in this small town of Bethsaida, Alabama. This small neighborhood is not as it seems, at least not to me. Keep an eye out if you pass by through this area, you might just have a strange encounter with something unexplainable.

While on my way to the store from my apartment, I had multiple (3 to be exact) street lights go out as I drove under them. I have a weird relationship with electricity, but it felt like sign. I say this because with those lights going out came a thought that was not my own. I felt as if something was trying to get my attention, and because I'm all about the weirdness I listened. I felt drawn to the sky towards the southeast, so I kept my attention there while I (safely) drove towards my destination. Once I arrived, I looked up and noticed what I thought at first was an extremely bright star. As I gazed, I saw that this "star" slowly changed in size, as if it were "breathing". While it was doing this it was also changing colors. It would change from a bright white, to a blue, to a purple, and back to a white. This wasn't the same pattern over and over though, it was more like a totally random pulse between all of these colors along with mixtures in-between. As I started to realize that this wasn't a star, I pulled up my star charting app and compared it with what I was seeing. There were no planets or stars that were supposed to be near where this anamoly was. It was at this point that I recieved "this is us". I need to state that these things I was "receiving" were not spoken words, but almost feelings. Like the way we all feel when we're told things (nothing specific, just in general) mixed very loosely with an intrusive thought, but not in a bad or malevolent way. I got the feeling of great love and understanding and verbally spoke "hi there I'm happy to see you". I stood around watching the colors change for about 15 minutes or so, then went in to shop for groceries. The light was still there when I got out. I took a couple seconds before I left to "say goodbye" and drove home. This happened two more times, always in different parts of the sky and in no specific order or rotational pattern. I always checked my star chart to verify what I was seeing wasn't a planet/star/satellite. Each time it happens I experience an odd electrical anamoly slightly beforehand and receive those same kind of messages. It is an ongoing thing. Overall, this makes me grateful more than anything. I look forward to my little visits.

The house I know the best is my childhood home it has been standing for over 50 years now my grandfather made this house and died in it my grandmother wants the same but were moving by the end of the year and I want to recount some of the strangest things I've seen here. When I was young my mother, sister and I shared a room we somehow managed to cram three mattresses side by side with barely enough room to open the cupboards. Time moved on as it tends to do and the spare room that my mother used as a Salon was turned into my sister's room. Another year passed and they wanted to turn the study into my room. I never slept there content to sleep in my mom's bed I remember how scared I was of the hallway leading up to my room, I remember seeing shadowy figures just watching me at night towering just outside the door I front want to deal with that on my own so I stayed in my mom's room. I remember one day my mother made a remark about how I never sleep in my room that was the day I wanted to prove to her that I didn't need the safety of her room. I remember wrapping myself up in blankets back pressed to the wall and just staring at the cupboards across from me, I kept hearing scratching on the other side and knocking on the window. I remember having the feelin that somethin was on the other side of the door waiting I ended up crying and my mom heard me needless to say I ended up sleepin next to her. Things like that was a frequent part of my childhood along with the 'hear someone call for you but no one actually called' thing. The grandfather clock in the dining room that hasn't been working even before I was born just starts ticking it usually doesn't even last a minute but it happens. Last year I was up by myself in the lounge when suddenly the door handle leading to the rest of the house started rattling like someone was desperately trying to open the door and just didn't know how. I panicked and locked the other door that leads to the lounge and hid until sunrise. I was panicked and full of adrenaline let it be known I am not a strong man. When I finally got the guts to look at the damage of being presumably robbed (If you wander why I didn't call the police I was very unlucky to have my phone charging in my room) I looked around the house nothing was taken I even asked my mom, sister and gran if they heard anything and they said they heard nothing. Then my sister points out that a year before this we got broke into. Ghosty got humour :)

When I was about 14 and my sister was 9, we lived out in the middle of the country in an old farmhouse. One day we were playing across the road in the windbreak and I had quickly gone back home to use the restroom. I made my way back outside and just as I was on the edge of the road about to cross, I heard my sister scream. Not the playful scream you'd hear from a kid around that age, but an awful gut wrenching "Help," that made me immediately dash into the trees where we were playing and call out for her. I spent some time in there looking for her, but ultimately ran back inside to call my parents as they weren't home at the time. That's when I saw her sitting on the couch watching TV, totally fine. I had asked her what happened and if she was okay and she just sat there confused about my worry. I had told her that I had heard her scream, but she denied doing so and said she actually had gone back inside right after I had when I left to use the restroom earlier. She hadn't gone back outside after that and somehow I just hadn't seen her. I'm certain I heard my sister's voice coming from those trees, but what I heard using it was not my sister.

Me and my friend were bored during the summer and thought it would be fun to do some evp recordings at the local park. The legion hall had always given us a creepy feeling so we did the recordings in front of the door. While my friend recorded on his phone I was looking in the building through the window. While looking I saw a tall dark shadow move across the middle of the room. No one was inside the building and all doors were locked. After this we listened to the recording and had gotten a response. In the recording a loud yell telling us to run could be heard at which point we both ran.

I remember the night was pretty normal before the event happened. I had decided to stay up late and just dance around in my room while listening to music. The only light in my room was coming from the closet so I thought nothing of the creepy shadows in my room... Until a sudden wave of dread came over me. I had never felt this much fear before, especially in my room which is the place I feel the safest. I instantly pulled out my earbuds and just stood there. I had no clue what was going on, but I was too scared to turn around. I wasn't sure why until I was finally able to turn my head to side and saw him: the Hat Man. At the time I had no clue who it was; all I saw was a tall figure with a hat standing in the corner of my room. It shook me to my core, and I instantly dashed to my bed (which was on the opposite side of the room from the Hat Man.) My eyesight was blurred for a few moments as I stared into the corner of my room. During these few moments the man just stood there. It was almost like he was staring at me, even though I couldn't see any eyes on his face. Then he disappeared, as if he was just mist. I wasn't able to get much sleep that night. The fear was still inside of me... What did I just see? Is he still in the house? Eventually I was able to go to bed, but I never forgot that first encounter. The next encounters are a bit of blur, but only because it seemed to be happening more often. I eventually nicknamed him "the Shadow Man" and assumed that I was the only person who saw him. I didn't even tell my therapist about these encounters out of fear that she'd think I was insane. Anyways, I eventually decided to look this up, because convincing myself I was insane definitely wasn't helping my mental health. It turns out that a lot of people actually have seen the Hat Man and have experienced the same fear I have. But why have I been seeing him so often? I have started to fear it's some bad omen, like the Hat Man is some Grim Reaper-esque telling me I'm gonna die soon. I doubt that's the case though, since all I have experienced is just a huge feeling of dread whenever I am in his presence. That doesn't really make all the anxiety disappear, though. I still feel like I'm gonna see him again.

I was driving home from work, heading East on I-84, just leaving Portland. I glanced up and saw an airplane that was pretty close. It's nose was pointed towards the back of my car, I'm going about 60 mph. For some reason my senses were tingling, so I kept watching it. I would expect it to look smaller pretty rapidly, as we were heading in different directions. But no! It appeared to be standing still for the 20-30 seconds I could see it. It did not move. Time stop? I don't know what it was, but I had an eery feeling in my gut.

I grew up in a small suburb by the name of Hohenlimburg, which is a suburb of a Town called Hagen in the federal state Nordrheinwestfalen of Germany. I could tell you a lot of weird, creepy, strange and wondrous Storys of my own experience, or from people close to me at that time, but since there's so much of it, i just stick to the place Hohenlimburg itself for now, because it's just a weird place with a weird energy, weird people and creepy legends and History surrounding this place, in the truest sense of the word, because of it's geography. the town of Hohenlimburg is surrounded by forrest and hills, like you're in a hole surrounded by wood overgrown Hillsides. there are so many historicall places with dark history located on this hill sides, for example: Settlement is said started 900 years ago from a site on those hills called "Hùhnenpforte" which translates to english like : Gate of Giants. Right by the Gate of Giants, there are the ruins of a fortress called "Raffenburg". The word "Burg" means fortress and "Raffen" is a very medieval term which describes a behavior of being greedy and seeking to posses as well as horting valuables/treasure. The people who lived in that fortress, were a bunch of "Raubritter" which means robbing knights. They are said to have raided and terrorized the people, especially the ones of noble heritage in the area. The ruins of that fortress are known to be haunted. There are reports of levitating stones, which would suddenly and with high speed, like projectiles fly towards people and hit them really hard. this has happened to several people, leaving some with head trauma. The area has in general a dark and weird feeling to it. There's a tunnel system under earth, which was an escape corridor from the former fortress. it's 7 kilometers long, but the entrance is a hidden and well kept secret. Another site located on the hills is " Schloß Hohenlimburg '" - Castle Hohenlimburg, which isn't far from Raffenburg . It belongt to a Family of Nobility : Bentheim von Tecklenburg. They were some of the regular targets of the Raffenburg raids, untill they managed to find some allies and were able to besiege Raffenburg and end the terror of the raiding wild knights. Schloss Hohenlimburg has a Museum, which has a really creepy item on display. The black hand is said to have been the Hand of a boy, who raised his hand agains his own mother, whereupon same hand became black and fell off. The hand on display in the museum looks like a burned hand made of charcoal. Of course the castle has his typical ghost hauntings, in this case a white lady, who has been seen by several witnesses over time. Another Hill site has another famous historical spot, the "Reher Galgen". Reh is the Name of an area within the town and also means deer, Galgen is the german term for the gallows, The gallows of Reh. The gallows of reh, is a very old oak tree ( acording to tradition, court was held under a linden tree, executions under oak trees ), on which people used to be executed by hanging. There is a little sign, marking the tree, but even before noticing it, if you walk up there, looking for the gallow tree, you will recognise it exactly as soon as you see it! It's much smaller than the other oaks around it, has a weird, distorted shape and it doesn't bare any fruit, comes season. It has an unwelcoming vibe, to say the least. Located in the center of Hohenlimburg is the quarter Elsey, named after a nun by the name "Else" who lived in the year 1300 ad in a monestary by a church that is still there to this day. She became pregnant and gave birth in secret and didn't know how to hide the child, so out of fear and desperation, she drowned the baby in the well by the church, which still stands untill today. Her aparition is still being seen by the well, mourning her child. What a great story to name a town quarter by, right? The town has a lot of mentally ill people, very high drug use (during the early 90 The central Hospital had the most modern detox rehab in all of Germany, being a suburb with a population of just 30 000 ) and in general lot of strangeness. People moving away more and more, cause it's once flourishing steel industry has moved production to other places, resulting in an overaverage percentage of old and poor people.

I picked up my friend Todd and we left his home. As soon as my car hit the pavement we noticed a large shadow on the ground in front of us. I was immediately terrified when I looked up. Although my memory was wiped from the moment I looked up till I get home that night to tell my mom, my passenger and two other witnesses recall the massive UFO that passed over us, so low and slow we could have thrown a rock and hit the Triangular but concave craft. The size of this thing was beyond anything you could ever imagine, unless you had laid eyes on a machine of it’s size before. A completely silent, out of this world craft that was observed by who knows how many people. I know of 4, including myself.

When I was about 18 I stayed in the College park apartments when I went to Southeast Community College. I lived in a one bedroom with my boyfriend at the time. We were sleeping in my bedroom, me closest to the wall, my boyfriend was sleeping next to a window behind/to the left of our bed. I got up around 3-4 am and looked over to the left and saw a translucent man looking out of our window, the lights from the parking lot outside illuminating his face. He was wearing what looked to be work clothing from the early 1900s. Baggy pants, a thick dark jacket and a bowler hat. He was staring outside my window with seemingly no care or notice of us in the bedroom. At the time I was Christian, and I just hid my face into my boyfriends shoulder (who was still asleep) and prayed the words "get that thing out of my house!". I looked back up right after that quick prayer and the figure was gone. I woke up my boyfriend and told him what happened and he checked around the house for a possible intruder. We found all the doors/windows closed and locked, no one in the apartment but us. Now I see the man as someone who was in a different timeline, or dimension. That he couldn't see us at all and to him, he was in a different location...or the same physical spot but in the past. He was just staring out the window with a look of aloofness on his face, and didn't know we were there. This experience changed my beliefs about what is real in this world, I am no longer a Christian and I now believe in the existence of multiple dimensions.

I discovered this location while searching for a supposedly haunted church in Eastern Virginia. I had no previous knowledge of the church or its history. As it turns out, I was very far away from my original destination. The only way I can describe having ended up at this particular spot (which is very rural and off the beaten path) is that I was directed to it. It was a completely random find. I'm a sensitive but my husband is not and when we got out of the car, we both immediately heard sounds of the cavalry around us. We thought of it as residual, had our wow moment over the fact that we were looking for a specific haunted church, couldn't find it and instead stumbled on a random haunted church. We left thinking we would investigate the history of this church and land a bit further when we got home. We did so and there were no reports of paranormal activity. Nothing. I provide the above to introduce the weirdness that followed. My husband and I are paranormal investigators. We have completed investigations in many private and public spaces all over the US. We are not prone to over exaggeration and have a healthy level of skepticism. So of course we went back to Namozine church multiple times. Nothing notable occurred again until our second to last visit. When we pulled up and started investigating, I felt very uncomfortable. A spirit was trying to channel through me. I don't like that and I don't allow it. I told my husband we had to leave now. I was in a panic. My husband was disappointed with me but agreed to leave. As we were driving away, we both felt an energy being pulled out of our backs. It's very hard to explain but it felt like something was attempting to pull us back and it was pulling us by our "spirit". Again, I'm a medium. I've had weird experiences my whole life. I've completed many investigations. I've never had this experience prior or since. I've no idea of what it was or what it means. Aliens? Vampire like? Earth force? Dimension switch? I don't know. We don't know. My husband thinks it was a ghost. I don't think so. I have no idea what it was only that it wasn't good. Something odd happened to us and I am putting my story here incase someone else needs to hear it. Thanks

Large grey hairless humanoid walking across a driveway in a rural area. About 4 am. It was walking in 2 legs but was hunched like a gorilla without its hands touching the ground. The encounter was only a few seconds in total. There have been footsteps heard in the woods around the house that sound bipedal and don’t match any of the local wildlife for years. A few weeks after the sighting a tree was found with markings similar to when a deer rubs its antlers and peels the bark off but it was approx. 9 feet up. No other weird encounters or sightings besides hearing footsteps afterwards.

My mother and I were driving home from a night out, trying to go down the "side streets" to avoid the 6-7pm traffic. It was dusk, sun wasn't fully set but it was still dark out. We heard about six dogs barking and snarling, and thought nothing of it because the cemetery is right next to a neighborhood. However, I started looking around once the sound continued from directly behind us even when we weren't near any residences. It continued to get louder as if they were gaining on us, some kind of dog pack. My mom looked pale and asked me if I heard them, to which I said I did. Suddenly, just as we turned onto Columbus Pike to get to our neighborhood, the barking and snarling suddenly stopped as if someone hit a mute button. If I remember correctly, a couple were mid-bark when it went silent. The area around which is usually filled with birdsong, squirrel chatter, or even just leaves rustling was completely silent. It was extremely eerie and whenever we go by that area my mom occasionally brings up the "Phantom Dogs".

Pile of 9 lemons along a walking trail. Nothing near by that would give reason for a pile of lemons to be in this spot. They weren’t drying out or old looking and soft to the touch.

After going outside for wufo, I went to bed about 1230. I wasn't tired, but didn't want to watch Star Trek, which house partner was watching. Also had watched Shatner doing some shark week stuff earlier. In any case, I had shut off my bedside light and was reading the article about the fifth force, on my phone. I kept noticing movement in the dark beside my bed. I was laying on my right side and I could see it out the corner of my left eye. I mostly ignored it. We do have spirits around, but they usually know and respect to leave me alone at night. But then the lighted clock on my so-clean turned on by itself. I didn't move until it turned off. Then I turned my light on again. I admonished them to leave me alone and reminded them that they aren't to bother me when I'm "off", then I went back to reading. I did sleep well. This is the dream right before I woke up in the morning. There was a lot going on, as usual in dreams. Searching, scavenge hunting almost. Antique store is a thing to consider. At the end, three people were standing in an antique store or second-hand store. There was a three shelf display table in the middle of the room, among other displays. There were 2 items in a brown bag on that unit. Grey and light pink. They were sort of plastic, like a toy from the 60's or early 70's. Approximately 5x7, 1.24 inches thick. One corner was angled (think sd card). There were two designs cut out, that I could see. What I "know" is that they are made to be inserted or plugged into a console. And that they are programmed coordinates. (Like dragon/spacex) and the vehicle is designed to use these to go wherever. Just insert and go. I drew what I can remember (click to enlarge):

Saw a ghostly pair of jeans striding across the road. This area of the road gets quite foggy at night, but the unmistakable form of a pair of pants, ran through the fog without disturbing it at all.

This happened today before I left to work. We have a small fruit fly problem in our apartment. They usually end up attracted to the sink and toilet in the bathroom. Before bed last night I sprayed some Zevo fruit fly spray around and into the toilet (there were a few sitting on the rim and in the bowl.) After flushing the toilet once, I used some toilet paper to wipe the rim of the toilet and tossed the TP into the toilet. I didn't flush it again. Cue to this morning when I go to use the bathroom. There where some dead flies in the toilet on the TP and a few floating in the bowl, also dead. I leaned in closer because there was a fruit fly that had sank the the bottom of the bowl/ tank, and it was actually walking underwater down deeper towards the bottom of the bowl. I watched its legs, which were longer than usual move one by one as it walked towards the hole where the water goes when you flush. It eventually crawled to a place where it was under the floating toilet paper and I couldn't see it anymore. I flushed the toilet. If I focus on this too much today I start wondering if I am dreaming still and start having a minor panic attack.

My friend called us to come over, she was scared and crying, she was home alone and wanted us to come over. She was doing laundry and put her detergent up on a white wite shelf, pushed all the way the to wall, then she bent over into the washing machine, while doing that she heard something call her name so she stood up. Right when she stood up her detergent came flying off the shelf where it would have hit her on the head. Shelf wasn't broken or bent, the detergent wasn't hanging off. Then the scariest parts happened. She wanted to go in the shower, so we hung out in her room and put on the radio, the radio started changing stations and volumes. (Her bedroom had issues in the past where they kept buying new TV about 3 or 4 bc they would turn off if it was on or turn on if it was off every night at 10 pm, they had the outlets checked, were fine) Anyway, after she came out of the shower and got dressed we heard creaking in her kitchen, she had about 20 cabinets on one was and on the opposite about 15, (the house wasn't tilted) we shut all the cabinets and ran back to her room, within 10 seconds we heard creaking again and all the cabinets were open (not enough time for a human to open them all) we then ran outside and started jumping on the trampoline. After a few minutes I realized the girls had all run off. I looked at the tree and there was a man staked to the street through his wrists like Jesus was. He was tan, with a trucker hat on, work boots a plaid shirt and jeans. I looked away, looked back and he was gone 1 second flat. I ran and left her house. Was that a Poltergeist? I'll never know, but all I know is I never went back to her house. That was the scariest ghost encounter I ever had.

It all started when my parents went to a church reunion and left my cousin my brother my sister and I alone in the house at the moment my uncle lived with us but he wasn’t home until 8pm so it was like 9-10 pm we were playing monopoly until till we decided to go get snacks When we came back to the room ,we started to hear in my parents room the door knob move like if some one was trying to go in the room but there was no one we decided to peek out the door but nothing it happened again 10 min later we ignored it ,it got to a point that we were so scared we called our uncle to see if we could sleep with him on the floor so we did at the time it was 12:15pm. And now we were laying down on the floor we heard the door knob move on the room we were sleeping in and my brother seen like foot steps under the crack of the door then 5 min later we all heard a big stump on sink we ignored it on the next morning we look ? at what that noise was there was a crack across the kitchen floor

I was standing outside the bar with approximately 7 or so others around, smoking etc. Looking north I saw a triangular formation of ring lights, with 3 larger lights forming the points of a triangle, & 3 smaller ones at the midpoint of each side. I believe i could see a faint shadow outlining the shape of the craft, which was fairly large in the sky (est. 1-2inches from my POV). It appeared pretty suddenly, travelling in an arch up above/behind the building directly in front of me, seemingly changing the orientation of the craft as if it was turned sideways. the lights now clear and facing me, it hoovered in place for several seconds before looping back below the horizon at an extremely fast pace. i didn’t notice a noise, and was too stunned to say anything while witnessing it, but afterwards asked around and no one else outside had seen it. the only evidence i have is a quick sketch made directly following with the date/time/location.

I have a few stories of being taken by aliens or seeing the craft outside my window... but that should set the tone for today's story. Fast forward to having my first son. I distinctly remember, when he was 10 months old, just started walking I had a chilling experience. Around 5am I woke up to use the restroom. I was the only awake and the house was still dark and calm. No sooner did I get in there I here a rustling down the hall. My then 10.month old son pushes opens the door. He stares at me, makes the sign of a triangle with his baby hands, places them over his third eye for about 2 seconds and then, with both of his hands pulls down his bottom eyelids to expose the whites of his eyes. All while looking at me dead in the eyes no blinking. This put me into a small panic. No child of his age should have the fine motor or has even seen this mimic before. To see it was to see something unnatural. I know that my child hood UAP encounters were now directly linked to my family and my kids.

I have no idea, to this day, what I saw. This happened the summer of 2021, last year. So, I am home alone [my husbands at work] other than my disabled mother. She is pretty much bed ridden and cannot walk without assistance, and even then, not far. I woke up on a Sat morning around 10am and decided to have coffee in my back yard. I have a hammock next to my garage, which is directly across from my back door. Which means I am in direct line of sight from my back door, appx 30 feet away. I also have 3 dogs. So I am sitting on hammock, having coffee and scrolling on my phone. Dogs are running around the backyard. All is normal. About 20 minutes later all 3 dogs run to the corner of the house and begin barking.. barking at the house. Odd. Then they all 3 run into the house and immediately back out to me. No barking inside.. Even odder.. So I look up towards the house like what is wrong with you guys? As I look up at the house I CLEARLY see a solid and physical person's white arm reach across the open space, grab the door by the edge and swing it closed. Now I immediately think my husband is home way early and I think its weird he didn't see me sitting there and he didn't speak to me or the dogs. That would be very unusual in and of itself. So I get up right away and go inside to yell at my husband but he is not there. No car in the driveway, front door is still locked. I peek in on my mom, she is awake and confirms there's no one in the house that she could see or hear. I have called family And my husband to also confirm no one was like here and ran away really quickly or what ever. I mean, the front door was locked so no one could have just walked in anyway.. I still had to ask. Again, to this day I have no idea what or who closed my back door. But I saw their arm (and just a hint of a body at the edge of the door) quite clearly with my own eyes. And now everyone thinks I am crazy.. lol

I was sitting in my office in the library looking up some trivia about X-Files, of all things, lol. It was about 4:15pm EST and nobody else was in the staff area of the floor my office is located on, the lower level. I know this because when the last person other than me leaves, they always turn off the overhead fluorescent lights in the shared workspace outside of my office. As I'm browsing websites, I see something to my right, directly in the doorway of my office. I see it out of the corner of my eye. It's a pair of legs wearing wide-leg pants, kinda like those linen pants or gaucho pants you see people wear. It was belted and it looked like it had some sort of pattern to it. It startled me and I looked up only to see nobody was there. Interestingly, the library here on campus has a history of strange sightings and occurrences and there have even been some strange things happen on my floor of the library, like the lights in two of the study rooms going on and off by themselves.

It rained seemingly for 5 whole days, and any time i ask anyone “hey, remember when it rained for 5 days in san antonio?” nobody could say they remembered an occasion except for my mother and father.

I had gotten up early the morning of Yule 2020 to watch the sunrise and as I'm looking out my window I notice an orange light very slowly start rising from a ridge off in the distance. It moved straight up into the sky and then took a sharp right, then up again, then left, and kept moving in erratic directions all while staying this steady, very slow speed. After a while of that it started moving straight up again until it was either too high or too light out to see anymore. I then looked down at my phone and noticed with some shock I had been standing at my window staring at this thing for almost an hour!

I was returning home from work late one evening. As I pulled up into my driveway, I looked inside the window that looks into the dining room/kitchen. The blinds were down, and the lights were off, but the tv was on so there was light. I swore I saw a tall human like shadow figure, with very long limbs bent over my dining room table. I was completely startled, the moment I noticed it, it turned to look at me. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. I closed eyes, when I opened them again it was gone. Immediately I called my boyfriend who was home to see if it was him. Still sitting in the car. When he picked up the phone it was obvious he had just woken up. I asked him if he was in the dining room. He said no, I’ve been asleep in bed…Looking back, it almost doesn’t feel real, it must have been my brain playing a trick on me, right? But in the moment I was so sure of what I saw… Trick of the light? Tired mind messing with me? Or something else…

My wife was waiting at the red light looking north over Arsenal Technical High School at about 8:30 PM. She said she saw a "spherical, silver, silvery object flying over at a high altitude. It was bright and very reflective, moving at a very weird angle compared to aircraft, it course-corrected sharply (non-ballistic motion) a couple of times and then disappeared." She looked for indicator lights and aircraft attributes but it was "entirely lit up, like a single LED out in the sky"

This area has a lil bit of everything it seems. My own experiences include encountering energy vortices (though some may have been made through magickal practice as my partner and I lived there and he lived there longer than I and had done some interesting things with energy work), fae like creatures in the trees and strange lights accompanying, and a ghost. The ghost: A woman (relative to my partner) died in the neighboring building and her ghost has been seen by myself, my partner, and his family. Not only seen but interacted (nail polish spilled, her favorite dress missing and she being spotted in it standing up on the hill, then the dress returning like she borrowed it, and her face in windows and mirrors). The date attached to this post was the last interaction we had before moving. I saw the ghost up at the house, she seemed upset but we were used to her and thought it best not to interact.

As I was driving through the former TNT area, I noticed a black car following me. I was taking my time, so I pulled off to let them pass. A few miles down the narrow gravel road, the car went over a rise. As I followed the car over the rise, I realized that--quite suddenly--the car was no longer there. There was no where it could have turned off, and the road wasn't in good enough condition for it to have sped up enough to be out of sight. I realize that I might have had an over-active imagination--black sedan, right in the mothman region--but I had never had anything like that happen before or since.

It was 9:30 am. The weather was perfect as it usually is in Santa Barbara. We decided we would get out of the house and go on a walk to get some exercise. We drove down town and parked at one of the parking garages. Just a block away was state street, where we would walk pass the many different shops, while enjoying the view of the beach which we was headed towards. The street was empty of vehicles other than one or two parked in the loading section. The sidewalks was empty of people other than two or three wanderers. There was still half an hour left before the shops would open their doors to customers. As we continued our walk the early birds were seen entering their stores to begin the process of preparing for the employees to show up. New merchandise has to be brought in and signed for so the shelves could be restocked. Cash drawers needed to be placed where the cashiers could retrieve them. Unfinished paperwork had to be taken care of while there was no distractions. The usual stuff that shops did early in the morning. There was a guy standing off to the side near the street up ahead. He didn’t look like he was headed to work, early to shop, or taking a walk. Interesting. He just stood there in the shadows of a tree looking at nothing. Not that interesting, he just stood out against the emptiness. I bet we did too.... ... I looked into the windows of the shops, curious to see what each choose to put on their window display. The clothing stores had their summer looks displayed on mannequins. There seemed to be a competition that took place between the stores. They all had a similar look. If you wanted to buy 6 dresses you might end up with 6 yellow ruffled skirt dresses since everyone was displaying their version of that same item. Shouldn’t they be displaying a variety of choices instead? So that they could convince someone that their green dress is a must have item ? That they should have both? I had forgotten the strange man, he stepped out of the shadows and in front of my path shocking me and ending my day dream abruptly. He turned and walked in the same direction that we was going. The speed at which he walked matched ours exactly. There was two miles of empty sidewalk that he could do whatever he wanted to do on, yet he choose to walk as close to us as we was to each other. Anyone who happen to look our way would have thought we knew him, that we was a group of three. Keeping the pace, I struggled with what my next decision would be. I could slow down and allow some space to be created between us, I could pick up the pace and walk around him, but was it absolutely necessary? He wasn’t exactly disturbing anyone. In an hour the sidewalk will be crowded with tourist visiting for the summer. People will be brushing against each other, and blocking each other’s paths, there wouldn’t be any chance of keeping a stride. I need to just stop making such a big deal over nothing. It’s just a coincidence that he stepped in front of me like that . my walk will be over soon and I will never see him again I told myself. He’s not the strange one, my anxiety causing me to focus so much of my attention on this guy waking instead of on enjoying the perfect morning walk makes me the strange one. That thought resolved the issue. Half way down the block there was a woman to the right. She was standing in a corridor several feet away. The moment we was in each other’s line of vision, we took notice of each other. she walked directly towards us intending to connect paths. There was no doubt in my mind about it. They were together. She was ready to do it. I don’t know what it was that she was ready to do, only that she had been standing in the corridor hidden from sight intentionally. They both hid in the shadows, waiting for someone to step into their trap? She walked up to him, her body inches from touching his. Her actions making it known they were together, yet He didn’t make any movement to acknowledge that he seen her. Neither did we. I had kept a straight face the whole time, from the moment he stepped in front of me. Not once did I show any signs of my anxiety, I appeared as if everything had been normal to me. I felt the guy saying wait, not yet. He said it with his mind and not with his voice or his body. The plan didn’t work exactly as they had thought it would. He had an idea. Something that he believed would work. He was sure of it. The situation at hand was unexpected but all it did was delay them for a couple of minutes. It’s not that big of a deal. We kept walking as if everything was normal. We didn’t even see her. She stayed where she was and watched. She didn’t know what her next order would be. He told her to wait and be ready so that is what she did. This was something that they never encountered before. They was curious about us. What had taken place was that they had an encounter with two people who possessed special abilities such as visions, prophecy, spiritual encounters, voice of warning, dreams that come true, and more. We didn’t react in the usual manner. As we walked, still behind him, I thought that anyone with even a little common sense would turn around because if she was any threat then they would be stupid to keep their back to her. My instructions was not to look back no matter what. Not to show them anything. The man’s head slowly started to turn to the left. Please don’t look at me i thought. His head continued to turn. It didn’t matter how many times I thought don’t look at me it still turned. His head turned completely to the left without moving any other muscle. The angle he turned his head was sharper then I have ever seen before without having to strain his neck was impressive. He didn’t stop turning his head. I stared with unbelief. How far can he turn it? He was now walking forward as before but his head had turned until his face was looking directly at me. Still no other muscle has moved. I couldn’t blink. I didn’t look into his eye or allow myself to focus on his face. Instead I tried to see through and past him. As if i was unable to see him. We continued doing that, me looking past him and him staring at me, for at least half a block. I wonder if he could avoid obstacle or if he would bump into them when he does that. Eventually he turned his head and faced forward once again. I had been telling myself to stay calm. There could be some rare medical defect that enables him to do such an impossible thing. Just because I don’t know about it, doesn’t mean it don’t exist. If he was to turn his head completely around, 360’ turn, then that would be something impossible. This is rare for sure, but not impossible. Watch he can’t do it. But he did. I was scared. He might be stronger than me but I am a child of God and Through Jesus Christ I can do anything . I prayed for help. The answer that I was given was that some of the scariest looking creatures, such as the moth with wings that appeared to be big eyes, was the only trick they had. Fear. If he was going to do something why is he doing parlor tricks. Ignore him. Another half block and he leaves. My husband whispers. Did you see that? Yes I whisper back. We keep walking. Soon after I noticed some people at a bus stop across the street. A man lifted his leg. And it began to rotate. My husband whispers and that? Yes I said. Want to go? Yes I said. And we headed to the car and went home. I ask him, was it two guys he says no, it was the same. The girl was with him at the bus stop as well.

I often dream of that place, I lived there for about 15 years. I know every little details around, but the weirdest one is a house. A house that only exist in my dreams. Every time I dream of this place I used to live in there is this additional house down the road, sometimes there's more than one but this particular one is always there. It is supposed to be the house of an elderly person who's either rarely there or rarely outside. The house is small and it's shape is unusual. Often very ominous and guarded by a small yet rabid dog. The last encounter had a few differences, the most peculiar one is that once you are in front of the house you'll see a few rows of new houses behind it instead of the woods. After that the dream shifted to another house up the road. This one does physically exists, although in the dream the interior was bigger and very impressive. The conclusion is that the mystery house is a mix of multiple existing houses around the village that merged into a new twisted house made of ambiguous energy due to the radical differences between the inhabitants and the backstories of their houses.

Was walking home through the the vines with my family after the Dickens festival. It was busy but as I looked to my right, I saw a tall, dark hooded figure with hands folded, dressed in a historically accurate monks clothing. I turned away for a moment then looked back only to find the figure had vanished entirely. I told my Mum about this several years later & she said that a monk haunted her home as a child. Her home was at the end the vines path.

One afternoon, as I went to pick my son up from preschool, something odd happened. As the front door of the school opened and the crowd of parents lurched forward to enter, a small, curly haired white dog similar to a miniature poodle darted in front of me. It startled me so badly, I threw my hands up and yelled, "Whoa!" I looked around to see where the dog had run off to, but turns out, there was no dog. No one looked at me to see what was wrong. It was as if no had one noticed me yelling or throwing my hands up in the air. They just continued walking into the school.

When my daughter was a baby, the energy in her bedroom was...funky. Just off. The child that had occupied that bedroom before her must have been one angsty teenager, because "my parents are assholes" was scrawled on the window casing when we moved in. My daughter never slept well in those days. At the time, I did not know about cleansing spaces with sage or anything like that. I spent a lot of time rocking her in the glider. In the corner of her bedroom, there's a toy hammock hanging up on the wall where we keep her stuffed animals. Underneath that is her bureau. On top of her bureau is a nightlight that shines upward, casting a shadow from the toy hammock up onto the ceiling. I can't stand shadows because my brain always wants to see faces in them, and her glider faced that corner, so that was my view every time I sat in it. Walking by the hammock and going into the bureau drawers caused enough vibration for the stuffed animals to shift, so every few days the shadow would change. One night I looked up and realized the shadow on the ceiling resembled a famous self-portrait Kurt Vonnegut did that is on the cover of his last book, Man Without a Country. It is a doodle done in profile. In it, he is smoking one of his signature Pall Mall cigarettes. The shadow looked exactly like that doodle, except it did not have the cigarette. Later I would learn that there is a version of the doodle without the cigarette, but I did not know that at the time. For four days this went on. Every time I looked up at the ceiling, I saw Kurt Vonnegut's profile. For the life of me, I could not figure out how the toys were making that shape. The outline of the toys did not match the outline of the shadow. On the fourth night, I joked that if it was really him, where was his Pall Mall? It was almost a dare. I sat back in the rocking chair and closed my eyes for about ten minutes as I rocked my daughter. I opened my eyes, and suddenly there was something that resembled a cigarette hanging out of the shadow's mouth. I could not explain it. Nothing had shifted in the toy hammock. Nothing was sticking out of it that could make that shape. I am not one to scare easily, and I feel like a horrible mom for doing it, but at that point, I decided I'd had enough and put my daughter in her crib and went to bed.

2010 One morning, sitting in the library with my child during storytime, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and noticed something floating down from the ceiling a few feet away. At first, I thought a feather from the craft room had gotten sucked up into the ventilation. I was mesmerized by the way it floated down in slow, methodical arcs, back and forth, like a clock's pendulum. After several minutes of watching it, it finally landed. I expected to see a feather or bit of tissue paper--something light. Instead what I found, sitting on the floor, unnoticed in the crowded room, was a small pebble, dark in color, about the size of a quarter. And yes, it absolutely lives in my house now. Submitted by Angelina

This happened when I was younger, so it’s a bit hazy to me. However, I will not be taken as a crazy fool here as I am in my hometown. I was maybe 7 or 8, and had just moved into my new house (I still live there now). I think it was probably a few weeks into the move, and it was a normal night. My father was downstairs watching the Penguins game, I remember that. My mother was sitting in her chair reading, and my brother was playing video games. I went to bed early that night, then woke up late at night. 12:34 A.M.(a distinct memory) was the exact time on my alarm clock, the first piece of evidence to support it WAS actually night time. The second is that it was dark out, and the third is that everyone in the house was still asleep. So, I went to the bathroom and did my business, but when I left the room, my whole family was up. They were getting ready for a normal day. I was very confused and told my dad I was sorry if I woke him up, and he looked at me oddly. I went back into my room, and looked at the clock on my nightstand. It read the time of 7:58 A.M. I was so utterly confused throughout the day, but eventually put it to the side to do my school work. Soon when I arrived home, I went to my room, as always and found something horrifying. The cord that plugged my alarm clock in was… chewed? I found it odd because I didn’t have any cats at the time, and my dog was old and didn’t chew things. Plus, on the rare occasion he did, he couldn’t have reached the cord from behind my nightstand. It hadn’t been cut with a blade, as the sever from the plug wasn’t a clean cut and there were strands of wire still connected. I also think it was worth mentioning that it was “chewed” at the base of the plug, there being no doubt that someone (or something) had done it intentionally. Although I wished I had taken a picture of it, I couldn’t because I didn’t have a phone at the time. My mother threw the clock away, not letting me keep it, as it was “a waste of broken parts”. My parents also brushed it off as the dog too.

I grew up in a two-story Midwestern farmhouse built in the early 1900’s. I had several experiences that convinced me that something spooky was most certainly happening there, but I’m still not sure what exactly that something is. My brother and I both saw a misty white thing the size of a tube-sock float out from under my parent's bed rise up to about a foot above the mattress, and disappear. We never actually talked about it until we were in our twenties — until then I thought I might have been the only one to see it. One of my early memories is actually a fever hallucination from when I was about four years old. I was running a temp over 102, and my mom was debating whether or not to take me to the hospital, a twenty minute drive, or forty-five to get to the city hospital that would have better resources. Coming from Midwestern farmers herself, and not wanting to be a mom who overreacts to every little thing, she thought it might make just as much sense to wait it out for a few more hours and see my regular pediatrician when his office opened first thing. I remember laying on the couch in our living room and seeing these medium-sized gnomes/trolls dance around (they were maybe 1-2 feet tall). I wasn’t scared of them, as we had figurines similar to them around our house sent by dad’s family from Denmark. I remember knowing they were related because they wore the same hats. My attempt to toddler-relate what was going on to my mom was enough to tip the scales towards “take immediate action” although I’m not certain if that was because I was being such a spooky kid, or because she thought it was a sign that the fever really was bad. In the next year or two, I had a summer where at night, outside of my second-story window, I saw what I described as an “evil koala” and “scary gorilla” with red eyes. They both seemed to have dark fur that stood out around their faces, and deep-set red eyes, and that’s about all I could really see in the dark. They would press their face close enough to the window that the little bit of light from my bedside lamp would catch their red eyes, and I could see the outline of their shape, because they were darker than the night sky. They always appeared together as far as I can remember. I think I tried to tell my parents about them, but I got the sense they didn’t really believe me, so I just kept it to myself after that. They never did anything, and never stayed very long, but they’d kind of show-up from time to time. I’ll fully admit that this may or may not have started after I got into watching horror movies like Critters and it almost certainly happened after I saw The Neverending Story and got deeply and permanently scarred by Gmork, so I had some images in my actively-growing squishy-pink kid brain to turn into scary stuff for sure. It’s really hard for me to figure out now whether I was attracted to all things weird and spooky and therefore noticed spooky stuff happening around me, or if the weird started, and the spooky therefore felt familiar and like I wasn’t alone in my experiences. We did some things, knowingly or not, to kind of keep the peace with our genius loci. Probably the best example is how we celebrated the winter holidays. Christmas was a time when we focused on Danish traditions on our farm. While my classmates were leaving milk and cookies out for Santa, we were leaving out a bowl of risalamande for the julenisse. If you try sounding those out, you might guess that the main ingredients of risalamande are rice and slivered almonds, which are mixed into freshly whipped cream and served with warm cherry pie filling, and we were leaving it out for the Yule Elf. The bowl was always licked clean in the morning. I’m really grateful to have grown up in such a magical, spooky place as an 80s/early 90s kid who didn’t even have to sneak out to go down to the cemetery at midnight — even if it left me hiding under my covers sometimes.

If you build it they will come lol. my hubby and i were clearing our front property next to a couple of fairy houses we build. he has one of those old tools to clear brush, and ive just got a pair of clompers. we are about 5 feet away from each other our focus on the land in front of us. i do channeling whenever i work with the land as part of the land healing that i was doing. (working on healing a land curse, another story) anyways all of a sudden you could feel a change in the energy like a ripple in time. my husband and i looked at each other and right in the middle of us you could see the bottom half of this flying green little naked man. he was right in the middle of disappearing. (i think big foots can do the same thing) then it hit me on what we saw. a man fairy, well the bottom half of one. his skin was rough looking, almost like it had bumps, and the color green it was, was not pleasant. we could also see the bottom of its wings. the fairy houses that we build were doing its job. id be ok not seeing another one honestly. they were also more of the size of my arm, i could only imagine what the rest of them would look like. i still love them and help them keep their gardens and homes, but being startled by one, im ok with again.

ill start with my most recent find. this thing i haven't found a name for. he uses the water ways to travel and lives mainly in mud. my hubby and i were building a fence and i noticed a change in the energy. as the day went by you could physically feel the change in energy as we went closer to this lake (Bay Lake) depression sad energy started swirling around. then i saw it. it was about 5'5 ft tall. it looked like a up right sloth (kinda) it had long hairy claws that you could tell were sharp. it was a few shades of brown. the good part is this thing cant go fast. it uses the energy to draw people to him. i dont think hes evil but just a negative entity. this being mixed with the... energy of the area just giving it a boost of power. now im not sure how many of these beings there are. this is the only one ive encounter but i have encounter him a few times now. (we have fenced in a few homes around this lake, and so far we have felt it around one whole side of this lake)

i was going to college in downtown manhattan and walking around city hall park on a warm, electric spring evening. i've walked this area probably 100 times, going to and from class since 2016. i know areas have different energies during the day / night, but the feeling and energy that i walked into that night was completely different. the best way i could describe it would be stepping into a parallel dimension of the financial district, it felt what i would assume the twilight zone feels like. specifically that episode where the town goes back in time. the area looked the exact same but it felt like i was walking into a brand new space that i had never been to before. the air was charged differently, not necessarily because of humidity/electricity in the air, but more so an overall energy. my body felt different, it felt like i was moving differently and my body felt lighter. it wasn't a bad feeling really, but i also have dreams often about new york or other real places on earth that seem like parallel dimensions.

Growing up on the edge of a civil war battlefield was a strange one. Besides ghosts that came in and out, the sounds of cannon and musket fire in the foggy mornings or as the sun was beginning to set, there were other strange things that happened. My brother having night terrors and waking up with solid black irises, me dreaming of fire and a creature in the flames until my back yard randomly caught fire one night. The strangest yet I had blocked from my memory until watching a documentary a few years ago. One of the rules in Appalachia is "don't look outside at night", especially if you live in the woods. You never know what might be looking back. Stupid teenage me, I was maybe 16, had this sudden urge come over me to look outside one night. Now, we lived on an acre of woods, so we had plenty of outdoor cats thanks to drop offs and one mama cat who we could never get fixed because she was pregnant so often. I'd also seen plenty of wild dogs, racoons, possums, and the like. Something that night made me look outside, and I had never felt true fear until that point in my life. There was a small creature, maybe three foot or so tall, with big black eyes and almost glowing skin. It wasn't an animal with mange, I'd seen those before. This thing had hands, and a large head. Like a little grey alien, but with pointed ears and the glow like some pale person who'd been in the sun without sunscreen too long. I couldn't stop staring at it, and it slowly crept out a little from underneath the slide in the backyard. Its spindly fingers curling around the metal toy as it slunk out, staring at me through the doors to the house. I felt every hair on my body stand up, and I ran to my room to hide. I could hear the cats outside, since I'd fed them an hour or so before, losing their minds. Growling and hissing. They were trying to scare off something outside. Then I heard the weird tinny noises, and the cats getting into a fight. Big thumps on the back deck, and I was terrified. It eventually settled down, then I heard a knock on the window beside my bed, and the cats losing their minds again. I'd blocked the memory out of my mind for over a decade until I heard about the Hopkinsville Goblin case, and saw the artist renditions. Ghost, goblin, tommyknocker, whatever it was, it never came back. At least as far as I know. All I know is, I hate looking outside at night even more now.

This happens often, and more frequently in fall. When I go downstairs, lights blink in my house and across the street. They do it again when I go into the kitchen, or back upstairs or the bathroom (rarely). I don't know if its related, but the people who live across from us drive a black van in the middle of the night once a month and offload plastic bags.

It was either May 21 2011 or 2012, and I remember that because in center city all that week a group of Christian people had been walking around with signs about the rapture. So on that day me and my roommates were sitting on our roof in the middle of the day and we looked up. In the distance (east and a little south from where we actually were) there appeared to be maybe 4 or 5 large white round things in the sky. At first we thought maybe they were balloons, but they didn't just float up. They went back and forth and up and down and would occasionally blip out and reappear somewhere else. Their movement and their apparent size (even though they were far away) made us question what they were. We didn't get any video, at the time I know I still had a flip phone. But after that I googled the date and found several videos of similar sightings from all around the world, which are now gone.

Was walking to the Old Lime Kiln at the start of a late Fall with my friend. On the way out from the Lime Kiln we were walking into the low warm wet November sun, shining through mossy tree limbs, in a damp stream valley, yellow and yellow-green leaves, dense brackets of half dead trees. Suddenly I smelled a sweet smell in the air and heard a low rumble, almost inaudible. My friend heard it too though, and smelled the same sweet smell.. There was another low rumble. My conclusion is that this was the legendary Ghost Of The Honey Bear. If I was you, and I was going to visit the Old Lime Kiln, I would bring a pot of honey to appease him.

I would take walks in the Arboretum Forest behind the University in Bellingham, WA, there were good trails, but also a lot of valleys off trail that were fun to explore. I was walking on top of a ridge that ran along side of the walking trail and was looking for a way to get down into the valley, and area I had never gone, but I thought would be a shortcut on my way home. I noticed what I thought was a deer trail down through the ferns, the side of the valley was thick with ferns but there was almost a line where the edges of their fronds just barely touched rather than overlapping, so I carefully followed it down. It was easy going, getting to the bottom of the valley I noticed that down here the ferns stopped and Ivy took over, covering everything, only about 15 feet away from where I was there was what looked like a topiary of a sphere on a pedestal out of ivy, but i couldn't see cut leaves or shape edges, it looked like the ivy had grown, or been trained on a frame of some kind. I was kind of stunned and fascinated, turning and looking back up the trail I had come down, I could see the ground under the fern fronds and there were clearly steps carved into the hillside. I wasn't sure what to think but decided to look around and explore more. I noticed two more ivy 'sculptures', one a humanoid figure, and one a horse rearing up, both on ivy pedestals. Then as i walked up the valley some, I found a door, in a frame, laying on the hillside, it was wood, i remember thinking it looked like it was made of pieces of plywood glued together, and that it looked very heavy, but maybe a prop from a theater production? it had a gold knob handle, and simply painted in red on it "Door To The Future". I tried to open it but the knob just turned around and around and it wouldn't pull open, and I couldn't pick it up. it was starting to get dark at that point so I headed down the valley, wading through the ivy and eventually it let out onto a residential street, just up from pizza pipeline if i remember correctly. not sure what it was, but its stuck with me for a long time.

Me, my husband and my kid who was 4 years old at the time were having dinner at around 7pm, on the apartment on a second floor. Our dining table is in front of a very large window facing west. It was already dark outside although a clear day. The kid asks suddenly "what are those giants there?" I see nothing outside the window. He goes: there are three giants there outside of our windows. I ask "where exactly?" He goes" they are standing right there, on the street!" (He points to a small alley that is visible from out window) I don't see anything that can resemble a person. I ask " how big are they?" He answers "they are there. Can't you see them? They are bigger than that house ." I ask for more description and he says they are white, have no mouth, and have a funny hat. He is now 5 and still remember the giants. I asked a couple of times in similar light/weather conditions to check whether it was a light effect but he has never seen them again either. sometimes he asks when will he see them again.

I was lucky enough to study abroad for a one year Master's program in Brighton, England. I found an "American" whiskey bar which had exactly zero Americans involved in the business or operations — an oversight I kindly offered to remedy for them — and started bartending there part-time. It was on a main thoroughfare but a mile or so from city center. Since it wasn't close to the train station or late-night bars, there weren't a lot of shops that stayed open until near bar closing time, except for a handful of generic fast food places and a 24 hour off-license (think 7-Eleven where you can get liquor). On the rare night I was sent home before closing time, I'd sometimes celebrate by stopping to grab dinner at one of the shops that were never open when I was typically walking home with only the seagulls to keep me company. A particular favorite was a kebob shop that had the PERFECT pickles, the perfect sauces, and the same guy always working behind the counter. Everything about the place was generic. Generic white walls, generic counter, generic register. The man who worked there was an average looking, middle-aged guy, who seemed to be of Middle Eastern descent. I honestly can't recall anything about a specific interaction we had because it was all so average. But the food was delicious. On a day off, having raved about the kebob shop to a friend, I tried to find my way there in the day-time. I knew it was on the south side of Western Road, and it was between my apartment on The Drive (that's the actual name of the road) and the bar, which was less than a mile. I walked back and forth along the road looking for the shop but could not find it in the daylight. I had to settle for a just okay kebob shop, but I wasn't going to give up permanently. I was able to find the shop one more time after work while I lived there under the exact same circumstances as before — on my way home unexpectedly before bar close, but I never figured out it's name or managed to get there when I was trying to do so. I like to think it was my own personal kind of "Room of Requirement."

One day while my life was going very well, I came home to my apartment in this building where I had many strange experiences. I got home and all of a sudden became consumed with the most intense grief/depression/pain I had ever felt. I still dont know how it led to this but, I almost hypnotically got on the ledge of my 9th floor apartment and as I stood there completely ready to jump, an intense calm came over me an I thought "If I jump, I wont die- Ill just be really badly injured. Without any alarm I climbed down and as I closed my Windows everything became clear and I freaked out not knowing why that had happened. I thought I was having some strange psychotic break. I called some friends and they calmed me down, I also found a counselor and just addressed my own issues without discussing the event. Within a couple days a strange meighbor I knew approached me, she always said that strange things happened in that building. She asked me if I heard about the guy next door. I said no. She discussed how on the same day (I had not told her the story) around the same time a man in the building next door climbed on his room and jumped. I was intensely freaked and reacted with panic in front of her to which she responded "Oh sweetie dont worry he didn't die, he just hurt himself really badly" - I was terrified and told her everything. She was not surprised.

I was doing a meditation and at my apartment in this building, Id never felt so compelled to meditate as that night. I was fully sober just breathing and meditating for calm not for any spiritual journeys. Next theng I know it feels like Ive left my body and Im in what seems like another place with these fully white beings smiling at me. I could feel them and as one approached me it reached right into my pelvis while smiling. I felt the pain and couldn't pull away. It felt like they left something in me and that area of my body has hurt for 3 years now. Only when I stopped denying it was real and learned "reiki" which I didnt particularly believe in or disbelieve in, did it finally stop hurting. I still don't know why they did that whatever thew were or how I got there but I felt my spirit drop to my body. It was the most intense thing.

I've always been teased for this story by family but I am a firm ghost believer, and have experienced these kinda things more than once. I was in my room playing a game on my old tablet in the dark with my favourite candle going, nothing too unusual. I noticed in the corner of my eye that my candle was flickering, I looked around to see if there was a draft but there was none, I even closed my door to see if that would fix it but it didn't. I sat back down on my bed and, being the skeptic I was, started asking questions. It started off with some simple "Is there someone here with me?" and "Are you trapped?" questions, all the questions were answered with either a still flame or a flicker. I had this old doll on my desk which I absolutely hated with all my being cause it creeped me out, so out of curiosity I asked if it was stuck onto the doll. It apparently was. I asked it one last question before deciding to call it a day. "Are you here to harm us?" It started violently flickering. I blew out the candle and went to bed, I decided to call the spirit Emily since that was the first one that came to mind. I got news that my aunt and uncle were having a baby, that babies name is Emily. It creeped me the hell out. Then... next year our house burnt down. It didn't even come to mind that it may be the little ghost girl I had gotten attached to could've aided in starting the fire. We assumed it was a heater that fell but we never got confirmation. The next time I get a candle, I think I'm gonna close the session better than what I did before.

This was a normal bungalow in a small housing estate on the outskirts of Derry city that my parents lived in for a few years. I'd moved up for a year after finishing university and trying to figure out what to do with my life. Perhaps one of the most distinctive things about this home is that it's positioned on a bit of a promontory up above a road that passes by there which leads up to a roundabout. It was all on one level, but had an interesting layout. In fact, the way you moved through the house felt a little odd, as the way all the rooms were positioned at an angle or almost off-centre from the main hallway that carried you through the house. The bedrooms all were positioned on either side of where the hallway became pretty dark. At the time, my parents had just had the house altered by removing a wall that had closed off the front entrance area from the main living area. Overall, the atmosphere inside the house wasn't heavy, exactly, but more...unsettling, especially if you were on your own. This happened in one of the bedrooms down the dark hallway that lay towards the right side of the house. Now I had been sleeping in another bedroom directly across from the one I had this experience in, but I think I'd moved across to this room because one of my siblings had come to stay. I mean, none of the rooms felt great to be in, to be honest. I had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, well before midnight. I had not been drinking or taking any form of medication. After reading a little, I got up and went to the light switch by the door to turn off the main light (there was no bedside lamp) and got back into sleep. Ignoring what was a now familiar discomfort with being in these rooms in the dark, I drifted off to sleep. At some point, as I turned over in bed and opened my eyes, I glanced over at the bedroom door (which was only one or two steps away from the bed, as these rooms were really small) and in the gloom could see the outline of a humanoid figure. I stared at it for a moment, not sure I was actually seeing anything, as it was gloomy and I wear glasses. But the outline of the figure was so strange - it gleamed and it had what I can only describe as a rainbow colour effect. I didn't move, just kind of looking at it in its strangeness. And then it moved. It came right towards me - I don't remember noticing the outline having anything like legs, and I think it may have been more of a 'purposive drifting' in my direction. Well, *that* got me moving. I leaped out of bed but because the room was so small and the distance between the bed and door so short, I went through it (closing my eyes). I remember my mind saying "you're sleepy, you just imagined it, it'll be gone once you turn around". I spun around and looked in the direction of my bed. And it was there, the gleaming rainbow outline of a figure, but this time it was sitting. And I got the distinct impression that it was looking right back at me. And that it was amused. Even when I hit the light switch, it only faded away. It didn't just snap out of reality, even as I kept rubbing my eyes to check it wasn't some kind of weird eyestrain. I wasn't the only one to see things in the house - my sister's ex saw a white figure in the window of the front living room when no one was in the house and he was walking up to the house, sometime in the same time period.

When I was a student here I experienced the weirdest thing that I still can't explain to this day. On this particular day I had to use the restroom, now there are around 3 restrooms total in this building two out of the three residing on the second floor where my classroom was, and the last in the basement, after seeing the other two were full I had no choice but to use the basement one. One kindergarten classroom and the art room are on the basement floor, both of which were on field trips that day, when you enter the basement you can see both the classrooms entirely, from what I saw all the lights were off and the doors locked, they were on a field trip as I had heard. Any who I walked into the bathroom, the bathroom has two wide doors that you have to shove open to get in. There are two sets of stalls, I wanted a big stall that day so I walked to one side and slightly looked under the stalls, they were so short that I could see all the way under. Nobody was in the stalls on this side. After seeing this side did not have my big stall I went to the other doing the same process, nobody there either, but now I had my big stall. As I was locking the door I heard the words "wait for it..." whispered, it sounded like it was coming from all around me, I couldn't pinpoint if it was male female young or old, being scared out of my mind I ran out of the bathroom. I would've heard someone come in due to the doors, nobody was already in there or the basement. When I went back at recess time to check with my friends we found all the sinks were gushing water and almost overflowing. Now no evidence of this remains because The school has been remodeled but maybe the bathroom basements are still there? One thing I know for sure is that I will never go back. The sense of dread I got from going in them has never been replicated

Shortly after moving to this location as a child I had a dream about something coming from the woods in this spot. I was in the field, but I wasn't myself. I was also a younger girl with an older brother (in reality this is switched) and we had been racing around in a cart and it had tipped in the center of the field. While we were on the ground recovering from the fall I looked up and from the tree line a dark shape was moving towards us. I remember feeling afraid and like it was wolves or something bad coming at us and my brother getting in front of me to try and protect me from it. I then woke up with chills and just an overall bad feeling. This dream hasn't been repeated but when family comes over and want to "explore" they are drawn to this area. I have also always had a bad feeling when in the area, but I don't know if it is informed by the dream.

I had a dream in my room about a presence being behind my door. In the dream a gloved hand curled around the door and started to push it open. When it entered the room I was lying down and couldn't move. It sounds ridiculous but it was dressed head to toe in a white and black jester costume. I don't know why, I'm not afraid of clowns or anything like that. Literally zero problem with costumes of any kind. When it started to move closer to me I shouted "NO" because I wasn't about to let something freaky happen to me. I immediately woke up and my whole body was tingling, like when your foot or arm falls asleep and is waking up but it was all over. The door was open and I cannot remember if I went to bed with the door closed or not, it depended on the night but I usually liked to let my cat roam the house while I slept so she could get some energy out without waking me up. Needless to say I slept with the door solidly shut for a few weeks after that happened.

It's a pretty short and simple story and it's unclear if what we saw is what we think it was. Me and my brother were driving to our high school's journalism banquet at around 6:30 in the evening. We looked over into the field next to the highway and saw something that looked canine in the field, we immediately assumed it was a Chupacabra. It was almost a greenish gray-black color and seemed way too large to be just a dog or a coyote. It also seemed hairless or very very short haired. Me and my brother both had a weird and uncomfortable feeling when looking at it. It unsettled us and we were almost afraid to get out of the car even though we were several miles down the road from it when we got to our location.

I am a lifetime lap swimmer, and tried lap swimming at Tukwila pool recently. Whenever I swam through the deep end, I was filled with unexplainable dread and intrusive thoughts that something bad was going to happen. I tried to go back several times, but the feeling has been so ominous every time, I stopped going. The deep end of that pool has a strong dark presence that I've never experienced at any other pool before or since.

On the way home I noticed cardboard boxes poke out of I neighbor's recycling can. About a mile and a 1/2 down the road I saw the exact same cardboard and recycling can at another neighbor's house. I noticed this because I recently was told by Waste Management that we have to be cut up the cardboard so the lid closes. I told my husband that was so odd they looked exactly the same and we drove back down this road so I could show him. The recycling can that was closest to my house was no longer there but the original one was. We laughed it off as a glitch in the matrix.

This is hard to explain but I met the Virgin Mary at an Irvine donut shop. She approached me completely silently and neither my friend nor the donut guy noticed her. She got my attention with a single word and walked up to me without making a sound. I didn't even know she was there until she chose to get my attention. When I turned to look at her, my first thing I thought was "Is this the Virgin Mary?" Her clothes were modern, at least as far as I could tell but did evoke that sort of look. She was young, maybe 18? Carrying a child, which I had this brief thought wondering if that was even a real baby. I didn't see the face, just a leg sticking out of the cloth wrap she used for carrying. She held up a cardboard sign asking for money and I gave her five dollars. Part of what made this weird was, I give a lot of money to unhoused people, beggars, or whatever else. But she didn't fit any of those encounters I've had. She had a perfect serenity. Did not say more than one word. Left as quietly as she came. And didn't ask my friend for money either. By the time I looked away, she vanished. I even checked outside cause a person soliciting would normally move on to people near by, but she was no where in sight. This could be a big coincidence but, its a very notable one if it is.

One day at work it was really gloomy & gross but it was the perfect conditions for mushrooms to grow, and as a result infront of my job a fairy circle (for those who don't know or refer to it as something else a fairy circle is just a bunch of mushrooms that grew in a circle) has appeared and me and my coworker went to go check it out since we had just closed. I've always been a big fan of mushrooms so i went and got in the center of the circle & asked my coworker to take a pic of me in it but when she noticed where i was standing immediately her demeanor changed. she told me her dad has done lots of work with the fae & that it can potentially be a bad thing to stand in their circle especially if you don't bring gifts for them. i actually HAD left some gifts for the fairy's at my house because i had a problem with some of our little items going missing, mostly lighters, so i jokingly said "ok well i'm just going to ask these fairy's to give me back my lighters since i left gifts to the other ones" and she laughed and we went back inside. i went to my purse to grab my headphones and on top of everything in my purse was a lighter i had lost at my house the month earlier and ever since then i leave little gifts for them all the time.

I was lying awake in bed for maybe half an hour thinking about telepathic contact and various meditation techniques when I felt the need to use the restroom one last time before going to sleep. I felt very relaxed and at peace with the night, sending some positive thank-you's into the cosmos while I was looking out the bathroom window. When I returned to my bedroom and closed the door, the entire room became filled with a white and blue light. I wasn't immediately startled but I did recognize a sort of "illumination of my periphery" that I'd been occasionally experiencing during brief moments of connection. I turned around toward the bedroom window to identify the source of the light and through the blinds I could see an immense ball of white/blue light slowly moving across the window. At first my sleepy mind registered the light as a car headlight because of our street's occasional late night drivers, however as I kept watching I realized a few things: the light was coming from only one source instead of two headlights, the light was at eye-level for me looking through a 2nd-story window, and the slow-moving light was completely silent as it passed. Also, the light had to be somehow facing my window to bathe the room like that; passing car headlights always faced forward and moved much faster with at least some kind of audible sound. As I was putting the pieces together in my mind, I felt that oddly-comforted sensation common in many UFO reports: a recognition of friendliness. I smiled and got back into bed.

The bedroom upstairs that is on the left of the staircase is the only place we found this happening. The rooms had a trapezoid shape. The bed was against a wall with a slope. If you laid in bed and put your head against the wall, you could hear the quiet sounds of voices. It sounded like listening to the hundreds of people passing through Union Station like they were just far away enough that you could barely hear them. That was the only room this happened.

While living in a home in Thornbury that used to be an inn/brothel my wife and I experienced a very dark energy. The energy was seen as a shadow figure and also presented herself to us in dreams as a very threatening figure. Her negative energy shifted our own moods at the drop of a pin. Out of no where you would be enraged for no reason at all. One evening I saw the shape of a person under the sheets after my cat alerted me and led me to the room. After getting my wife to see it, the shape was gone. I also had the spirit whispering beside me and felt it try to take control of my body. I experienced many false awakenings while living here. There were multiple people who passed away while living here. I did confirm on old maps that this property was an Inn...not a far stretch to assume it was a brothel as a few locals whose families lived in the area for decades confirmed it.