My house is in a suburban neighborhood on a Hill nothing special my windows overlook a four way stop with houses on every corner . I was Just watching Netflix and my gf was asleep next to me. I had the couple windows cracked and around 3 am I hear a bunch of cats from my neighborhood start howling , that long scary sound they make . But not just one cat I could hear a couple on the side and behind my house and another couple of cats a street down. They were all doing it together or maybe talking back and forth idk I couldn’t tell. So I look out the window and I see a shadow of a person walking down my hill street towards the four way stop. I was wondering if the guy was weirded out at the sound so I stopped and looked at him longer than usual. He was just walking Then all of a sudden The guys body looked more like a shadow and he’s kind of behind a picket fence with big openings in between , I got a nervous feeling like when u see something different or scary or someone watching u , and then very smoothly that shadow kind of faded into a form and all I see is a cat appear at the end of the street. He walks across the street and then just stops at the corner and sits there for awhile. I look up at a window of the house across and they put up red lights in their bedroom so that caught my attention then I look a little higher in the sky and I see the moon . It was a beautiful deep yellow color with a lot of detail. I went and told my gf about the cat sound but she hardly registered my story. I went back to the window and looked at the moon and it turned red.

My sister and I were driving up highway 63 on a rainy day with few other cars on the roads. We were in the left hand lane (the "fast lane") of the 2-lane side of the highway headed north, and there was this somewhat older small white pickup truck (like a Toyota Tacoma) to our right in the other lane. We were between the two exits of the highway with no side roads to turn on to--only trees and grass--and my sister was needing to merge over into the right-hand lane so we could get off at the next exit. The truck wasn't adjusting it's speed to allow us over, so my sister had to speed up to get around it so we could merge in front of it into that lane. It was raining pretty hard and, like I said, they weren't allowing us over, so we were both really paying attention to the truck and our surroundings so we wouldn't get in an accident. As she's just ahead of the truck to merge over in front of it, we both glance forward at the road ahead, and when we glanced back over to merge, the white truck was just gone. Like I said, we were between exits with nowhere else to turn off, and the spot we were at has a hill of trees going up from the shoulder of the road so if the truck had gotten in an accident we would have been able to clearly see it, but the truck wasn't there anymore. The whole energy before that was already weird to us before that happened. We've thought about it being a ghost truck or something, but we really wonder if it was more of like some kind of time slip or something, I don't know.

See the floating lights above the broken railroad track trail. The lights swing and bob in the distance with no explanation.

My roommate and I were out late night/early morning during the leonid meteor shower and we saw a single white light zip across the sky, stopping on a dime and switching directions with no problem

When riding my bike alongside my brother, we passed a small fairy ring in someone's front yard.. it was maybe two feet across. all of the surrounding grass was short and very light green, while the perfect circle was made of of dark green grass that was about twice the length of the rest. i didn't stop to examine it, as i didn't want to walk through this person's front yard.

Late summer evening I was trying to sleep when I heard a cacophony of bells, birdcalls and whistles in the living room. I got up to check it out - and as soon as I stepped over the threshold into the living area, the noises ceased. This went on for hours - and my husband slept through the whole thing. I heard whistling and clanging of metal, like carnival rides. Faintly I made out excited voices/whispers. These tantalized the ear as if the conversation was just out of reach. Eventually I just fell asleep.

My aunt and uncle seen two giant hairy creatures with human faces and walking on all fours in perfect sync with each other as they crossed the road right in front of them and they were also accompanied with a pack of stray dogs following them. They said they felt the ground shake with every step they took as they stopped and stared at them and then turned away and kept marching on.

When I was in the car with my mom I was looking outside in the sky and I saw a weird looking spacecraft and it zoomed back up in the atmosphere towards space. It was interesting but a bit creepy.

I was heading to my boyfriend's to hang out, a drive I was familiar with and had done millions of times before. Immediately after I crossed the bridge and was about to merge onto i75N, I noticed individual small white lights in the shape of a V directly to my right. At first, I thought it could be the lights of a low flying plane or maybe a helicopter, but after looking at them for approx. 3 seconds they shifted rapidly and disappeared. I noticed someone with a similar story here and just wanted to say that I noticed this as well!!! I had no idea this website existed until recently, but I'm glad I found it.

My sister and I went hiking with her best friend V, her boyfriend ES, and their roommate E for a few days around State College, PA. The day before, my sister got very dehydrated so she didn't come with us on the hike this particular day and I was going to meet up with everyone else at Moshannon after I picked her up from the ER. ES has a veteran plate on his car and the car itself is very distinct, so when I pulled up to the ranger's station and saw it, I knew it was his car (the car they all drove therein) so I pulled in beside them. I thought that was the parking lot for the state forest so I was confused as to why it was so small but just brushed it off and got all my gear ready. I picked a trail and went down it, figuring if I didn't find them then they would see my car next to theirs and know I arrived. As I was walking down the trail, I was regretting not putting a note on the windshield to tell them that I was going down this specific trail and to come to find me if I wasn't back by this certain time, etc. I just kept walking and eventually, we ran into each other (they went down the trail the other way so we met in the middle of the trail) and then we walked back to the cars. As we are walking down the road towards the ranger's station, I noticed that their car wasn't next to mine any longer and asked where they parked. ES told me that he parked farther down the road in the big parking lot for the state forest (which I couldn't see from the rangers station it was too far out of my sight) and I was genuinely confused. I told him that I parked at the ranger's station because I saw their car there but he said they never parked there. I know it must seem like I saw a car that just happened to have looked like his and mistook it for his, but it was the same make, model, color, veteran plate, and the same license plate number as ES's. It stumped me because I knew that I saw their car parked at the rangers station (which is the whole reason why I parked there in the first place) and yet it was never there in the first place...

My husband and I were driving down to southern Utah, part-way into a four-hour drive. It was already dark out, but not very late, and we were on the long stretch of highway in the middle of nowhere Utah. All of a sudden we both saw a bright flash of light in our rearview mirrors without anyone being behind us, there was some sort of blur in time and we just kept going as normal. The only way I can describe it is seeing the flash of light, and time slowed down, then skipped ahead as if we had both woken up from a nap, only we hadn't really traveled much further on the road. At first, I had thought I had just hallucinated it until my husband asked if I had seen the flash too.

I was with my friend sitting in my car, we parked at this reservoir that has a trail to walk on. We were talking in the car before going out when suddenly there was this loud wave of geese honking. We hear that often as they move from the reservoir to the school field a ways down. We kept talking about our lives and catching up when the honking started to sound like a mix of LAUGHING and loud honks. I stopped speaking and we looked at each other in confusion, it sounded as if there was a large human gathering going on so we looked out to see only a few geese. “Where are the rest of them? Shouldn’t we see more geese with all this noise?” I had chills all over my body, my friend had this look in her eyes like she felt something coming just looking at her face made my eyes start to tear up, I grabbed her hands. I thought I was tweaking. It turned to sounding like MANIAC laughing I legit expected a demon to emerge from a cloud of black. My sister tried rolling down the window to hear, my friend yelled No!! As if the sound getting to us may affect us. I felt mad that I was being messed with so I opened the door to look and hear (IDIOT), my friend and sister are yelling at me now WHY WOULD YOU dO ThAAttt!!? It just kept getting louder and louder. I thought it might be geese being hurt or fighting or mating sounds?? since I had never previously heard them sounding like that, I KNOW how geese honking sounds, and this wasn’t that. I tried finding a similar sound but could never find it. After that week, laughter had been common in my life, when I was sad I would feel the urge to laugh. Almost as if to mock the scenario. Gave me the creeps for a while. It definitely felt like some bad vibes. I assume looking back now that it was a physical manifestation of how I dismissed my emotions, laughed at myself even. allowing that “demon” (negative trait) to grow stronger. After I accepted myself that eerie spirit seemed to disappear in my life and I no longer feel tormented. Sometimes spooky things happen to reveal things to ourselves... to this day we wonder if anyone else heard anything like that.

My daughter and I were out at Lake Waxahachie tonight, Friday, 10/8/2021 about 8:30pm, and heard two very unearthly sounds that either came from across the lake, or from up underneath it. They were deep, resonant, and visceral sounds that seem to have no explanation and were felt in the pit of our stomachs as much as heard. The sounds happened twice, about 5 minutes apart, and lasted about 5 seconds each. There were no boats out on that side of the lake, no jet skiers, and the sound came from east/slightly south of us. The first time we heard/felt it, we moved as far towards the sound as we could- from over by the playground to out on the end of the pier/boat launch area, and we were able to record the second sound on a cell phone. The second sound left us with a deeply uneasy feeling that dissipated after we left and as we approached downtown to go home. There are no houses in the direction we heard the sounds and car sounds as they pass on Howard Road are very different sounding from what we heard. There were other people at the park and on the beach, 3 other groups of folks, but after the second sound, everyone cleared out quickly. My daughter described the sounds as being "eldritch cosmic horror." We played the recorded sound for my husband when we got home, and he said he had no idea what it was, that the sound defied explanation. I've Googled around and can't find any mention of them online.

Description: In 2004 my mom was driving us home from a school event. We were very nearly home when we saw what I've described as a human-sized bipedal ape. I didn't see much of its face. Our car was coming down a hill, with a cornfield on the right, and woodland on the left. It moved like a person and was down the bank of the field, across the road, and up the other bank into the trees in a matter of seconds. My mom stopped the car, looked at me, and asked "You saw that, right? Was that what I think it was?" Me: "A small Bigfoot? Yeah, I think so." And then we were home and accepted it. Since then my sister has seen two other small ones. We believe they're juveniles. Family members in that area have also reported sightings of red eyes and things going missing every once in a while. Some neighbors have reported seeing monkeys.

Friends and I all went looking for this game shop that we saw online and wanted to check it out. When we went there, obviously we made wise cracks about how weird it was, but after seeing more and more of the building, we started seeing weirder things. Things appearing randomly out of nowhere, oddly empty rooms, et cetera. There was one instance toward the end of our wandering where we all saw this bench, which was empty, but once we'd turned back around to pass it again, one friend saw a flyer on it (which hadn't been there before per our knowledge). Overall, pretty spooky place. We got out of there as quickly as we could after we explored.

When I am home alone In my parent's home. At first seemed normal but when my parents are shopping or getting into the car, I felt something watching me or seen ghosts/entities and when I follow when They see me, and It's creepy I don't feel safe at all.

I was driving my car past this weird convenient store (imo all the gas stations and convenient stores in east Moline are weird) on a pizza delivery, when I saw myself walking down the sidewalk. At the time I had a shaved head but this other me had longer hair. I looked myself right in the face. But the other me didn't see me. She just kept walking. The main reason I recognized myself is because of the sweatshirt this other me had on. It was a custom made bright yellow crew neck sweatshirt that a friend of mine had made fo me. One of a kind. And there was no way somebody else other than me was wearing it. That was just the first time. The next time something strange happened at that very same intersection was when I saw my at the time boyfriend pull up to the light opposite of me. I was instantly very confused bc he was supposed to be on tour with a band and wasn't even in the state. I looked intensely at him until he saw me and started waving real hard at him. He looked at me as if he didn't know me. I had a good look at him while sitting at that red light and I am 100% sure that it was him. He was driving a green car that I had never seen before. So I messaged him and I asked him if he was back in town and he messaged me back very confused. "No I'm in Montana". I was just stunned. I was clearly seeing my boyfriend. Yet he was looking at me like he had no clue who I was and was claiming to be in an entirely different state. I've since heard stories from a few other people recounting similar stories. People seeing themselves or other people close to them. East Moline is indeed a Strange area.

It was a full moon and I had just recently began having a serious interest in magic practition. So I decided to go explore this island nearby my home where many people have told stories of having mystical or paranormal experiences. I had never been there before, so I went about an hour before sunset to get acquainted with the layout of the island. So I wouldn't get lost when the sun went down. This was around 8pm. There were still a few people left on the island, people go there to fish or to ride their bikes or walk around the island. But as the sun went down people began to pack up and go home. When the sun had finally set I did one final lap around the island to see if anyone was still there. Just to be aware of other people for safety reasons. There didn't appear to be anyone left on the island besides me. I was walking up the center path of the island from the entrance. There's this semi circle field of waist high grass about 120 feet across surrounded by woods on the right hand side of the path I was walking. The moon was huge in the sky above the field, it was definitely the best view of it on the whole island. I just stood and stared at the moon from the edge of the clearing for a little while. Soon movement in the tree line farthest from me, clear on the other end of the field, grabbed my attention. There was a man standing just out of the moonlight at the edge of the field. Hidden partially by the darkness between the trees and by the tall grass. He was naked as far as I could see although his waist looked dark and almost fuzzy. I looked up to his face, he was staring directly at me and as I looked higher I could see that he had a full and huge rack of deer antlers sprouting from his head. At first I was in complete shock of what I was looking at, then the strongest sense of fear I have ever experienced began to lay over me like a blanket. I was frozen in fear and could not move my body at all. Suddenly against my will I began walking towards him. I couldn't stop, I had no control over my own body, as if he was compelling me to go to him. I had this overwhelming sense that if I went with him or if he was able to abduct me, that I would never return to the life I had known. I began to cry and summoned all of my willpower to turn away from him. Up until this point I had not been able to Avert his eyes. I could only turn away for a second before he had control over me again. My head snapped around and I was moving toward him again. I was about halfway across the field to him when I once again was able to turn away. This time without a second thought I began to run, I ran for about 10 minutes until I made it to my car, got in, and locked the doors. I sat there for a while giving myself a chance to calm down. I felt like I was safe from whatever had just happened, and that it wasn't going to come after me. I then received a message from a friend of mine extending an invitation to join her and her coven for their full moon ritual. That night was the first time i had ever done ritual magic. And it was the first time I had ever done group magic. I always reference that night as the beginning of my magical practice. I never stopped thinking about what happened that night. I did a ton of research and reached out to other local practitioners and my indigenous community to get some outside insight and opinions. I have come to the conclusion that it was the green man taking on the form of the celtic deity Cernunnos. The green man takes on many forms and I believe two of those forms are Pan and Cernunnos. The green man has roots with the fae and I consider him to be a fae deity. I've come to believe that this was a test, I have since had a few other interactions with the green man and all of them have been fruitful so I suppose I passed the test. I truly believe that I encountered a higher being that night, I felt true power coming from this entity and it terrified me. I now understand what prey animals feel when they are trapped under the eyes of a predator. This hasn't been my only experience with something I consider to be a deity but it was my first.

I live in an over 100 year old Dutch Colonial Revival. It is on a hill, granite in the rich soil. From the front porch, there is an area with many black walnut trees, cedars, huckleberry, mulberry and black raspberry. My sister and I have referred to it as out witchy area. As I was waiting for my sister to get home from work one night in late summer. There was a weird, electric feeling in the air. I went to the front porch and looked to the witchy area. Right by a small stand of raspberries and honeysuckle was this kind of shifting energy. It didn't shine, it just shifted what I could see in a weird way. Then a small, somewhat solid yet still energized in form appeared on the ground; about the size of an adult raccoon. It grew as I watched, to about 6 or 7 feet in height, from what I could tell looking at the spot later. As it reached what seemed full height it still wasn't solid. It was almost like the black and white screen you get on a tv when it isn't getting a signal. It was moving energy in a bipedal form. It looked to where I was. On where it's face would be if it where an animal (human or otherwise), it kind of... drew a smiley face. I instantly knew it wanted me to know it meant no harm (though I was filled with the knowledge that it very much could). I don't entirely remember what happened next. I was inside. I had closed and locked the door. The energy was dissipating and I was tired but totally on edge. Then, two weeks later, a heavy fog seemed to come out of nowhere. one night. Hearing my sisters car (it's got a few, loud issues), I went to the front door to welcome her home. I thought I saw her silhouette climbing the stairs. The air was crackling again. I felt it into my heart. I lost a little time again. The next thing I saw was my sister actually coming up the stairs. She looked a little freaked. When I asked, she said she saw something very tall and bipedal walk through the fog in front of the house. Neither of us felt fear or a need to protect ourselves. It took about five minutes (it seemed) for the energy to pass. I warded the house again the next day. The spot where I had seen the being come into this world didn't look or feel different from any other spot. That was two years ago and we haven't seen anything again though there is a feeling of something being there on rare occasions.

The ghost of a man has been seen several times on the property. Multiple evps caught. The underground cellar is always very active. Time splits have been experienced on spot. People repeating actions of the past. Vision of people doing things hours before they actually do it. Watches get messed up. A very bizarre place.

When I was 14 years old my father and I were hiking on the Greeley Pond Trail in the White Mountains of NH and I had a strange experience that has stuck with me to this day. We were walking along at around 10 in the morning and rounded a turn in the trail and I saw on the right hand side of the trail this odd part of the forest. The sunlight hit it in such a way that it was really bright, luminescent and super dark in the shadows. It looked like a game trail branched off from the hiking trail into this dark patch of forest. It was on the other side of a stream. The light was different on the other side of that stream. I knew whatever was over there was different or wrong or something. I didn't know how to describe it at the time but, it frightened me. I had the feeling that if I crossed that stream and entered the dark part of the forest, I wouldn't find my way back. I didn't mention it to my father, because he wouldn't understand. So I just kept walking on the hiking trail. We spent a few hours at Greeley Pond (a beautiful place by the way) and then had to hike back down. I was nervous about having to walk past that location again but, I didn't want to say anything to my father so I just walked along like it was no big deal. When we did pass that spot the light had changed, the forest beyond wasn't as dark. It was just a normal part of the forest. I know that something extremely odd had happened at this location at that time. I have gone back several times over the last 35 years and that place has never looked the way it did that morning hiking with my father.

This large building that has housed many eateries over the years was once a family residence that caught fire and a 5-6 yr old girl named Mary died in the fire. Her footprint is seen embedded in the area surrounding the fireplace. I had experiences here as did many friends who worked here. The girl was mostly seen at children's parties, a young blonde child in a blue dress, playful and running amongst other children, or seen hiding after hours by staff. Many new staff ran from the building at closing never to return. The bloody mary cocktail button on the bar register rung up as just "Mary" on the receipt tape. One morning at open, the staff and I found the entire receipt tape from the bar cash register scrolled out across the floor, reading "Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary" hundreds of times. I witnessed all the heavy antique overhead lights start swinging one by one, defying physics, while the heavy bottoms of the antique sewing tables all started to swing one by one, at the same time, impossibly heavy to be moved by air. This was experienced by many people. Her laughter was often heard when she was seen interrupting children's parties and when the party was questioned, there were no blonde girls present, and when staff would hear her laugh and run down the hall after closing, and they gave chase, they would run into the main rooms to find the restaurant locked and empty.

Back in 2016, we lived in a heavily wooded area down a long driveway. Our nearest neighbors were at least a mile off. My sibling had told me that when she was outside at night on our front porch, our dog at the time looked up into a tree and growled. When she looked up too, she saw an extremely pale, long-limbed creature perched on top of a branch and looking into my room. It didn't seem to notice or care that they were there. She slowly got up and walked back inside. At first, I didn't believe her, but it did freak me out sufficiently because the past few weeks I had become increasingly paranoid that something was watching me, and I always made sure to close my curtains at night, which I hadn't done before. A few days after she had told me about what she saw, it was night time and I went to look out my window and I saw exactly what she had described. An extremely pale, long-limbed person(?) with very long fingers. Almost as soon as I looked at it, it looked at me, then sprinted off super fast. I'm glad we moved out of the woods.

Elements belonging to the ideological political crime with... cults have been operating in this place for a long time. Elements of the neighborhood desecrate church bells with screams from homes and nightly occult activity. They have been active for many months. Someone thinks of the activity of supernatural entities, but in reality they are physical persons with a visceral hatred of sacredness. They are a group of people with occult purposes. Especially on Saturday nights and weekends you can hear their words spoken in the silence of the night.

We live right near here and our house shares the woods with this place. Now some of it may be hallucination caused by something else, but on several occasions there have been voices out back and in the house. It's gotten worse recently actually. They've started calling my name, and my partner hears it too. We've also heard crying around the house when things get too quiet.

A friend and I were floating in his pool on inner tubes it was around 2 am. I saw it first, it was traveling toward his house up in the sky. It looked a great big yellow ball. This was no pinpoint of light that you can barely see, this was low in the sky and huge. It was so bright, the only shape I could make out was round. It flew over his house heading east. It was not on fire or falling, it was flying with intent. I watched til I couldn't see it anymore. It made no sound. This was before drones and it didn't look anything like a drone anyway. I looked at my friend and asked, "what was that?", He responded with, "I have no idea".

While riding in the back seat of my parents' car one evening, I saw an object flying around 30 feet above the treeline, headed what I now believe to have been due north. It looked like an upside-down saucepot with a single protruding handle, rotating around its center at a little less than 1 revolution per second. Size was difficult to judge given the distance, but it was small for a UFO--probably could have fit a single adult human.

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Early one winter morning I was letting the boarding dogs out and I was walking across the room and I glanced at the front of the building and I saw a shadow standing there. I (being an amateur ghost experience) knew exactly what I had just seen and froze the moment my brain registered what I had just seen. I thought for sure that when I would look back it would be gone but when I looked back I saw it walk down the hallway it was standing next to. Now I’m not the one that would normally do this but I ran up to the front of the building and walked down the hallway and there was no one to be found. Needless to say I waited outside for my coworker to so up. By boss had cameras up but for whatever reason the WiFi went out and we were not able to see footage.

There is an infamous bridge on the outskirts of Grand Island, Nebraska called “Witch’s Bridge”. The bridge is infamous to the locals of the town for its creepy backstory and hauntings while visiting the bridge late at night. There have been some abhorrent activity that has taken place on this bridge, car crashes, explosions, and the killings of witches. At the end of the bridge, there lived an alleged witch. The townspeople found out about her and burned her and multiple other witches at the stake on this bridge. There was also allegedly a woman who dropped her baby into the river beneath the bridge. She never stopped looking and eventually died looking for her baby. After visiting this bridge multiple times, I can confirm that it definitely has an ominous vibe to it. You always have to visit at night if you want a creepy experience though. There is a legend that if you park your car in the middle of the bridge, it will shut off and there have been reports of hearing a woman sobbing. I have also heard stories from friends about them seeing UFOs in the sky.

Husband & I both saw a man in a trucker hat, red & blue plaid shirt in the hallway of our home multiple times. He was there and then gone in the blink of an eye. One night I woke in dream paralysis and he was standing at the foot of my bed. He made eye contact and began to apologize. He seemed confused. I was finally able to scream and awoke in a puddle of sweat and marks on the bed like I had been on fire. When we moved out I found a packet of photos in the bottom of the built in china cabinet. The first picture was of the lady who sold us the house. The second picture was THE MAN IN THE TRUCKER HAT & PLAID SHIRT. She had told us her husband died but mentioned several times, "He did NOT die in the house" I put the pictures back where they were so I have no proof.

Start at Lopez Canyon & Kagel Canyon intersection. Head downhill on Kagel Canyon Road. Put your car in neutral and coast downhill. At a point just past the cemetery it will seem that you are going uphill. If you get out of the car (use a level if you want) you will see that you were still going down.

This 10 miles stretch along the South Fork of the Shenandoah River is remote, secluded, and overall spooky. It is the site of abandoned indigenous settlements and burial grounds. The area known as Hazard Mills has a strange energy and you have the sense of being watched the entire time. It is a nexus between roads, sandwiched between struggling farmlands to the south and west, and trailerparks and the river to the north and east. The forest is comprised of old pines and oaks that are stunted because of the thin soil on top of the mountain rocks. Twenty years ago, the Forest Service abandoned the area due to 'vandalism and illegal activity', but the truth was that the locals didn't like a government presence so close. The road that runs through the area hasn't been maintained in 20 years and drag your vehicle down into the muddy seeps that have sprung up under the road-bed. The energy is intense in the area and unwelcoming to outsiders. Walk through this area with respect and take nothing from it. It is public lands and anyone can visit.

Reverend William Huffman was called to a plane crash in April 1941 around 9 o'clock at night in a field near the local municipal airport. When he got there he found no airplane he'd ever seen. Instead he found a seamless metal saucer crashed into a field and three alien bodies lying around the craft. Two of them were already deceased but one was still breathing but struggling so he prayed over him/her. He described the creatures to be about 5 feet tall with thin bodies, bulbous heads, and black eyes. He was also able to see inside the craft and found what he said resembled Egyptian Hieroglyphs written on the interior walls of the craft. Military personnel quickly arrived, sanitized the scene, and swore all involved to secrecy. A picture taken by a local photographer existed at one point but has disappeared over time. There is documentation in the National Archives of declassified FBI memorandi detailing the retrieval. This encounter led to a professor at the local university to launch a research program in the 70s studying the crash site and another phenomena about 40 miles south called the Farenburg Lights.

It was winter of 2008, life on the rez consisted of driving an hour into town at Gallup, NM. It was a normal light snowing night, we had just left the movies back to home with groceries. We dont have thermostats and relied on firewood and a traditional fire stove at the time. Abruptly woken from my parents sent my older sister and I to collect wood for the stove. While both my parents carried in my two younger siblings while there were tiny and asleep too. Upset that i was sent out so late fought but hastily collected the wood from under the tarp. Just a few feet from my parents place, walked toward the house with full hands and I dropped a few because it was heavy and I was a kid. Both my sister and I collected without any words exchanged bc we fought and seen a blue circular beam around us, not like projected just on the ground. We looked up at the same time not a second less and ran inside forgetting our wood. We had a spot light for our wood but was broken for months. This is my story.

This is a truly haunting and otherworldly experience that I will never forget.I was about seven years old at the time.I was the only person who was awake in the house.Back then,like a lot of little kids,I was afraid of the dark.It also happened to be that my bedroom was right next to the kitchen.So my bedroom door had to be open and the lights in the kitchen had to be on.So,on this particular night,it was about 1AM in the morning,and I couldn’t sleep.It wasn’t because I had stayed up too late,or that I had to much sugar,or something like that.No,it was I had this….feeling.The kind of feeling you get when you know deep down,that something is off.That all is not well.I would,and still do,get that feeling a lot.And usually,it would be pretty accurate. And,usually,it wouldn’t lead to anything good.So I was having trouble sleeping because I had those weird vibes, and for about 2 hours I had my eyes closed,desperately trying to shake off those vibes, when suddenly the thought of opening up my eyes and looking into the kitchen crossed my mind.I don’t know why I did that, perhaps It was a guardian Angel telling me to look into the kitchen.And with good reason to as well.I peaked out from under the blankets into the kitchen.And there,in the kitchen, was this figure.From what I can recall, she had the appearance of a little girl, about the same age as me.But her eyes simply weren’t there,just void-like holes where they should have been.I wanted to scream,but I couldn’t.She then disappeared.I told my self that I had imagined her,since I was so sleepy.And that’s what I had believed for a very long time.Until,about three years later,when we had moved out of that home,I was sitting outside my house on the porch at about 6PM reading a book.And in case you want to know,it was daylight savings so I could still read,thankyouverymuch.And I looked up from my book,and the girl with no eyes was just standing there.I knew this wasn’t any old coincidence,and just as I was about to say something,she disappeared.

It was Thanksgiving night around 11:15pm in 2012. My husband and I had a friend over for Thanksgiving dinner and we were all hanging out talking for several hours. My husband goes out our front door to have a smoke and no sooner did he walk out there, that he walked back in the door and said, "You guys need to come out here right now". We were like, "Why, what's out there" and he said, "just come out here right now you have to see this." So we did. Over the hills, looking straight out from our front door were a series of perfectly round, orange orbs hovering. We've seen Chinese lanterns previously (not around here, but elsewhere) and these were not Chinese lanterns. The thing that immediately stood out to us, was that they were all in a perfectly straight line above the hills, and originally, stationary. After a few minutes, they started moving - first 2 would go out of alignment to the right, then move back into a straight line. Then another 2. They would do different patterns. This went on for a good 15 minutes. I think we had iPhone 4s at the time and tried to take pictures as video wasn't coming out (you can see them as dots in the photo). This was before the time of people having drones as well. After a little while longer, the lines got into a line again and then one by one simply disappeared.

I disclosed the bell witch cave as the address only because the abandoned town doesn’t necessarily have its own address. I’m not sure if it’s to deter people from going into them (as they’re rather decrepit inside and could cause harm if the floors gave out with someone inside), but it’s on the same main road heading toward the Bell Witch Cave. My friend, ex-boyfriend, and I decided to take a day trip to the Bell Witch cave in the spring time as it was only a few hours out from us. We brought along a ouija board, crystals, and candles to use in one of the abandoned buildings in the town since we figured the property owners of the cave wouldn’t appreciate us doing that on their land. The reason we suspected the town was haunted was because the Bell Witch property used to be a lot larger, as in acres upon acres larger and we figured the old land must have stretched to the town at least. Upon arriving to the town, we discovered that the cave was closed and wouldn’t be open for tours until the beginning of summer. It was a bummer, but we still climbed into the far right building of the town strip. Sadly we couldn’t go into the church (lots of no-trespassing signs and the house next to it is occupied by the church owner). However, there were 3 buildings perfect to roam around in without any warrants. We had to crawl through the window because the doors were blocked, and when we got in there was a giant breakage in the floor. Parallel to the open floor was a doorway that was too dark for us to peer into. My friend wanted to climb through a broken window to the other half of the building but it was across the crack in the floor, so she hopped across alone. Then she looked at me and my ex and said “something in the other room just moved.” We we’re all around 16-18 at that time, so we only carried with us a taser, mace, and a pocket knife in case we encountered anyone aggressive in the buildings such as junkies or homeless people. I called loudly that we were armed hoping to deter whatever was in the other room and I whispered to my friend “Was it big enough to be a person?” And she nodded back at me. She climbed out of a taller-drop window on her side and we climbed out the window we came in from. There was another building far left that was harder to get into, as in you’d have to sit on someone’s shoulders to climb up and then pull everyone else in. The nice part about it was that it was just a huge, empty space and there wasn’t any hazards like open doorways or broken glass. We set up the ouija board and sat there for about 10 minutes until something finally connected. It was extremely weak at first, and kept repeating “no” to everything we asked of it. My ex told us that we should stop pestering whatever it was, and felt really uneasy about it but we both chalked it up to him being a woos since he’d never used a board before. I started to get irritated with whatever was communicating with us, because it felt like such a waste we had driven so far for something so weak and puny. I told the entity that it was being rude, and it response it yanked the sleeve of my jacket to force my hand to “goodbye”. I had never had anything grab me and what’s more so aggressively, so I started panicking. I hopped out that (somewhat second story) window on my own, and walked to the car also alone. The entire time I was severely paranoid; I even contemplated putting that board back into my car because I felt like something was following me. A few days passed after we headed home, and I couldn’t shake the feeling something was attached to me. I couldn’t sleep at night and thought I was going insane, so I turned to one of those stupid gambit phone apps. The silly ones that tell you a single word every few minutes, just something to spook yourself out with for free. Sometimes the app told me something extremely gibberish, and other times it would say a word relating to what I was asking about. It really was hit or miss though, so I asked my friend to download it one night and then call me. She was convinced the app listened to what you said, so we devised a plan: Only think of questions, record the answers, and then call each other back to see if all the replies were bogus. I was turned on my right side, watching television to keep my mind away from paranoia. At first the app said random crap, “roof” and “alone” different things as such that didn’t retain to anything paranormal. I blamed myself partly because I wasn’t asking any questions, instead I became fixated on a looming feeling behind me in the far left corner of my room. That’s when I looked down at my phone and saw the newest word was “corner”. Words cannot describe the amount of fear, adrenaline, and dread that came with slowly rearing my head to look behind me. I know the way that I’m writing makes it sound cinematic and a little too “101 ghost stories”, but it’s difficult to covey the paranoia and coldness that comes with an encounter any other way. There was a black shadow of a man sitting beside my dresser staring at me in the corner of my bedroom. I immediately leapt out of bed and yanked the dangling light cord from my ceiling fan to turn on my light so hard that the cord broke. Then, he was gone. I called my friend sobbing that there was something in the room with me, and I ended up sleeping with the lights on in my room. After that, I surrounded my bed with crystals every night until I realized that the shadow figure was just as curious of me as I was of it. He purely just watched me sleep, and would respond to me speaking to him with actions and no words. If I told him to go away, he would merely hide behind my dresser and then I would pretend he wasn’t there. I named him Thomas, just because I ended up using the app again with him present and that was what he said his name was in response to my question. He messed with electronics here and there such as turning on my Xbox while it wasn’t plugged in, or making lights turn off randomly. I think he was just simply curious of things in my room. I had a sleep over while he was still present, and reminded my friends not to bring any crystals over (because I’m 99% sure that he was lured by a crystal pendant I wore to the abandoned town). Subsequently, my friend had a crystal in the bag she brought over and she unknowingly took him to her friend’s apartment the day after the sleep over. I would have thought of myself crazy if it hadn’t been for both her friend and her seeing him that next day. Her friend apparently saw him in the middle of the night and cried hysterically to the point it woke her (my friend) up and she saw him too. After some heavy sage and cleansing practices, Thomas left her friend’s house. Now, all I have is a low-quality photo of him, witnesses, and evidence we went to that town. Submitted by Grace

So, Ive had tons of experiences, but this haunts me most still. Our apartment was set up as follows; enter front door, youre in the living room which is also the dining room, about 10 ft forward you turn left, to the left of that is the kitchen and to the right is a hallway with all the rooms. The first two on the left are my brothers room and the bathroom. All the way back was my parents room, and to the right was the room I shared with my sisters. Well, my younger sister(14) and I (16) were sitting in our room with the door open. All the lights were off since it was night and we were watching tv on my IPod. I dont know what is was, but I got this urge to look up and in the hallway was this creature Im not sure I really know how to describe. Its body looked like a persons, Im sure if it stood itd be 6-7 feet tall, but it was pure white and translucent, you could see the darkness behind it through its skin. It was skinny, you could see every bone in its twisted body. The way it moved is really what frightens me; it was like it was doing a back bend and it moved slowly down the hall like that. I wasnt sure what to do, but then it looked at us. It wasnt a slow movement either, one second its looking into the darkness of my parents room and the next its making eye contact with me. There was no face, just two, glowing white, sunken orbs I can only assume were its eyes. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out, i was frozen in fear. And then it scurried into my parents room. It took a second before i was able to move again, but when I looked at my sister to ask if she'd seen it, I didnt have to say a thing, she looked petrified. I dont know what that was or where it went. Ive never seen it again since then

There is something in the energy of the Nevada deserts that's hard to pinpoint. There is a mystical sense of permanent impermanence, and an playground for the spiritually adventurous to explore; I fell in love with the land and the vibe immediately. My family and I were relocating to Tucson, AZ from the PNW and landed in Ely at sundown for a meal and a night off the road. Ely is an old stagecoach stop along the old Pony Express. In the early 1900's, Cooper was discovered nearby and it turned to a mining town. It lives now as stop for travelers, like myself, or for those who desire small-town Casinos. I couldn't help but shake the feeling that the town had been waiting for me. That night, I had a lucid dream of an old army buddy. It was pleasant dream where we took some time to catch-up. But what was unusual was the fact he was wearing corporal stripes on his sleeve, a rank he hadn't worn in probably 15 years. And he was wearing a Vietnam era olive drab uniform. Which was unusual, and we spent some time in the dream as to why he was wearing that. I woke in the morning with the dream not fresh in my headspace. I contemplated the dream as I went to make a cup of hotel coffee and was surprised to learn there wasn't a coffee maker in my room or even a cup of coffee in the hotel. So I went across the street to gas station/convenience store to get a cup. And while pouring my cup of drip, in walks a man wearing an olive drab military uniform with corporal stripes on his sleeves. Needless to say, I was floored and blinked in disbelief. I had to get closer to the man to try to make some sense of it. He too was getting coffee and was sleepy looking. On his uniform he had a Nevada State Corrections patch on his shoulder, which gave me some satisfaction to know why he was wearing the uniform. But in the frequent reflection and search of why I dreamed of the uniform perplexes me. I don't claim any prediction powers from that dream. It was almost as if the governing spirits of Ely was saying, "I see you see me, and I want you to know I see you".

If you know Edisto Island, you most likely know the tale of Julia Legare as well. If not.. I’ll explain a bit. Julia Legare is a folk-tale- or whatever you would like to call it- based on real events. Julia Legare was a fourteen year old girl buried in a Mausoleum with her family members in the 1800s. She was believed to have died from typhus or something. I am too scared to look it up- I apologize! Two years after her burial her body was found to have moved and there were scratches on the wall. She was buried alive. People have tried to close the door to the tomb over the following years and it kept mystically reopening. Upon hearing about this tale when visiting the island, me and my friends decided to investigate. We went to the Old Presbyterian Churchyard and visited her Mausoleum. Of course, being the naive fourteen year old we were, we entered the tomb. We then drove back to our rental house and starting getting ready for dinner, thinking nothing of the occurrence. While I was finishing up straightening my hair, I saw a black haired girl with pale white skin and a white dress walk straight behind me. I was looking in the mirror and only saw her side profile. I turned around and nobody was there. The girl had walked into the closet and I assumed it was my friend playing a joke on me. I looked ans nobody was there. I ran down three flights of stairs as fast as I could and realized everybody was in the car. I asked multiple times who had been upstairs when I was getting ready. Everyone dismissed my questions and told me to forget about it. How could I. I literally saw a girl who looked nothing like my friends - yet tried to convince myself it was one of them- walk into a closet and disappear. The next night the exact same thing happened to my friend. She believed me then. The following night to my friend’s encounter, the same thing happened to my sister. Needless to say none of us slept in that room for the rest of the week- sleeping on mountains of pillows and blankets, ignoring our soreness because it amounts to nothing in the face of what we saw. Of course everyone who had not experienced what we did thought our subconscious were playing tricks on us but we knew. To this day nobody believes me except my sister and my friend, since of course it was indisputable to us what had happened, and quite frankly I do not care if nobody believes me. I am sorry Julia!!

I've seen multiple apparitions and heard and seen strange things in my house and neighborhood over the years. (I've lived in different houses on this same street my entire adult life.) The first one being in the home in the stated address. I was home alone pregnant and taking a shower when I heard a young boys laughter as if he was right outside of the window (that was open) or right inside of it I'm not sure which if I'm honest. I left the house and waited outside in a towel until my spouse came back home hours later. The next time I saw a shape which fix my adopted mother's late father (who built that house) walking through the orange trees in the dark misty distance. The next time was when we moved into our current home across the road from there. I saw the apparition of a child skip through our hallway and assumed it was one of my own children. When I got up to check on them they were both sound asleep on the couch and neither was wearing the light colored clothes I had seen skip by before. After that I saw and heard a woman go by in the same hallway and light sage and lavender in a panic. Next came the most recent apparition who was seen in the middle of the day. I saw her in perfect detail braided hair and all walking with a decent speed down and around the corner. She was very pale and dusty looking so I had a feeling and jumped up to chase after her to see if I had seen someone or not and she was gone. After that my eight year old and I have both experienced our antique music box going off at 2am that was on a shelf up high no one had touched in atleast 2 years and the night after that the light in the kitchen turned on by it's self after she had just turned it off and sat on the couch. That's all I've got for now, but I'll update if anything else happens here.

For over 15 years now I keep having similar dreams about hidden rooms in the walls, in the floor, behind closets and in the ceiling. In some dreams there are people on these rooms and I'm bringing them boxes. In some dreams I'm looking for a place to hide and find these rooms by chance. In some dreams I'm searching for something that belonged to by deceased aunt. I'm not sure what the item is, just that I need to find it. I'm looking in these hidden rooms for it. While each room seems to be in a different place (a hotel, a vacant mall, my home, an empty school, an abandoned amusement park) I feel like I'm in the same premier or close proximity of each location. Like I'm in the same city but in different buildings. They are each incredibly vivid with many details. The only thing they seem to have in common is secret doors that lead to hidden rooms. The most recent dream being last night.

At this Cold Stone, we had a poltergeist or other mischievious-type ghost. It would turn off and on the music, lights, and ceiling fans, as well as throwing cake pans off of high shelves, playfully tossing items into the sink, sliding the mini fridges out from under the counter, misplacing items, and occasionally slamming the door to the walk-in fridge. Several coworkers and I have seen a silhouette about 5'4" tall walk around behind the counter once we all get out of the shop to lock up for the night. We all assumed the ghost was male, and his silhouette build seemed to match.

Was driving along the road near the park and I looked up and saw what I thought was a shooting star. It was in the sky for a little too long so I told my partner to look as we watched this thing fall through the sky slowly. It was a triangular-like shape that was so bright and looked almost lit up with LED type lights. It almost floated through the air and it went behind the trees and I couldn’t see it again.

I saw this small city in a dream. There was about 10.000 inhabitants, lots of buildings and a tower similar to the one in Seattle. The sun on the horizon colored the snow in a pale yellow. The city looked quiet but all I knew about it was this pressuring feeling everyone had that something disastrous was bound to happen. No one could tell what, when or how, just that eerie feeling the town was doomed. People lived their life quite normally while being worried inside. May be a parallel version of Nuuk, the capital of Greenland, sadly known for having a terrifyingly high suicide rate, proportionally similar to the one in South Korea.

The Ridges is a former asylum and then sanitarium that is known for its paranormal activity. Investigations of the Ridges and surrounded graveyards have yielded experiences of partially manifest spirits, strange lights, mediumistic contacts, and general high strangeness. Notable sites include the former TB unit, which is not open to the public. The building now houses offices for Ohio University, but the grounds are generally accessible. The Ridges has long been a location for legend tripping for both locals and students at OU.

My parents used to take me to that indoor playground. There was always a lot of kids and animators as well, but that day was a Wednesday so when I went there with my Dad it was almost empty. I headed straight to the bottom of the slides because I liked the view, but as I arrived I suddenly saw a ghost. It was four legs of a dog walking casually in the room. It was just the paws and the wrists, it didn't looked severed, more like the rest of the dog has been erased. It wasn't agressive nor scary but it was so unexpected that I immediately ran out screaming. I refused to go back alone that day.

During the month of June 2018, the private primary school of Notre-Dame de Joie held one last event before definitive closure after 149 years of activity. The complex being comprised of three buildings, the first two being made respectively circa in 1890 and 1950 plus an additional building built around 2010. The construction of the last building being extremely expensive made it impossible for the two oldest buildings to get any renovation, letting them slowly crumble due to the absence of isolation in the roof and overall absence of heating, making it more and more dangerous for children to stay within. Shortly after the closure, the neighborhood began to witness a frail, dark form wandering around the building at night before the lampposts turned off. With time the entity continued to manifest and somehow managed to get inside the building. On the night between the 12 and 13 of September 2019, the sound of a door being closed could be heard, followed by a dim light moving behind every window. The phenomenon lasted for about 4 hours, from 10pm to 2am. Witnesses later described a humanoid entity wearing a frilled shirt with suspenders on black pants, along curly, long blond hairs. The most curious feat of the entity was their larval* mask resembling a bird from the Halcyon [*Ed. note: Kingfisher] family. The creature was thus named Halcyon Haunts. Later investigations revealed the presence of various masks hanging above the doors of most doors within the two older buildings. It appear that those masks are able to cause a slight yet consistent feeling of nostalgia in those who look at them in their empty orbits. One of the 12 masks found was the one of the entity, left on a condemned fireplace. The mask was disposed of. -- On the day of Halloween, the 31th of October 2019, the door of the workshop at the back of the oldest building was found open, as well as all the drawers. Two cassettes were found inside. While one of them was an ordinary cassette with two comical films, the second one is comprised of an half scratched off tag, on which is written with a red pen "Autant en apporte le vent" a misspelled translation of the film "Gone with the wind" now saying "Whatever the wind may bring". The cassette seem to permanently surround the room with a light breeze. Still no sighting of the entity. -- Somewhere between March and April 2020, an individual broke in and turned the place into his hiding place. He was removed after causing troubles to the neighborhood. No sighting of the entity. The individual is confirmed not to have any link or knowledge of the entity. The 28 of October 2020 the entity appeared again, apparently wearing a new mask, slightly different in appearance to the older one. The entity replaced all the masks that were removed and added another one, making them 13. Additionally, the Halcyon left a note on a blackboard, confirming it is self-aware and able to read and write. The message left by the entity was : "Enjoy the digestion of memory, and the teeth of time." The masks were all removed when another break-in was made, multiple furnitures were taken outside and burned on the ground. In response, the Mayor decided to close down most entry points using corrugated iron and nails. Like the previous break-in, no link with the entity has been made. Due to it's passive behavior, Halcyon tend to be considered as a kind of guardian of memory, while some citizens still sees it as a malevolent creature due to the multiple break-in at this same place. As of this date, no clear sighting of the entity has been officially made again. *Unfinished, white mask waiting for completion. Most of the time their shape and emotion traits are already carved and are waiting for colors.

At 11:31pm today, I decided to look out my window for a little while before I fell asleep when I saw it. A flashing strip of light that seemed very, very far away. I assumed it was a helicopter, but watching it move in-between my blinds it began to jolt quickly backwards and forwards, at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but it was such an odd movement I decided to get up and take a closer look. As I headed towards my window, I noticed it had moved further down the sky towards the horizon, the movements of this thing were so bizarre, I have never seen anything like it in my life. It would dart into all corners of the sky, it was so hard to se because of how fast it was moving, like it was teleporting, it made it almost impossible for the eyes to focus on it. I was bewildered, I even went and woke up my mother. 'I think I can see a UFO' I told her, I felt crazy even saying it out loud. She just laughed, but she knew I was serious, so she got up to come and take a look. I was trying to show her where it was, but it was even harder for even me to see now, let alone her, she just kept saying that she couldn't see anything. I opened my window to see if I could get a better look because I could barely see where it was anymore, my mother said that she could hear a helicopter, but I heard nothing, it was oddly silent I thought, and then, just like that it was gone, it had vanished. Now I don't know whether my eyes were playing tricks on me this night, but it was very odd, very odd indeed, and the thought of the object in the sky doesn't sit right with me and has left me with a very strange feeling, and I think it will take a while for me to shake this off.

It was July 2008. We had just closed on our house on the corner of 7th and Naval. A beautiful home we were so eager to move into. But our move was from across state and the movers were not coming with our things for many days. So without much but our suitcases and a blow up mattress we camped in our living room. Which felt amazing. We popped the champagne and toasted our good luck at being 22 and being able to purchase a lovely four bed, two bath fixer upper within walking distance from my husbands work. It was full of character being built in 1929. It had all original fixtures, lights, and knobs. Nothing was new... OLD! lol. OUR EXCITEMENT WAS EXTREME! So my husband was supposed to work the next day and we were all closed up for the night. Our house has so many doors, so even the living room doors (two french ones, and a single one) were closed. We fell into a sleep but I was awoken in the middle of the night by a terribyingly loud racket. I soon realized its source was above us. I tried to wake my husband who did sit up and speak, but he was not coherent enough to really be any help and I was terrified. I just laied there for probably 10-30 min while banging went on. I really don't know how long it carried on. It felt like forever, and my heart was hammering. But at some point it stopped. The next day I went upstairs to find all the doors wide open, even the closets, and cupboards. I called my friend in Portland who had a haunting in her house and I told her all about what happened while I was in the basement running a load of laundry. It was our first run with the washers and the wet load had to be dried. While I was on the phone a rolling chair left by the previous owners rolled across the nearly empty garage. (not all the way across, just maybe two or three feet. Just enough to get my attention because it was in my sight line.) When I mentioned it to my friend on the phone, MIND YOU THIS WAS 2008, THERE WAS NO VIDEO CALL.... so I just had to tell her what was happening, and suddenly behind me there was an empty small hand held paint or cleaning bucket flew off a shelf at me. Not with enough strength because it did not make it half way across the space, but I felt it was at me. This all frightened me so much and happened really quickly I tripped over the opened door of the dryer and ran out of the house. I sat on the front stoop for about an hour before I ventured inside again to try to summon the courage to turn on the dryer. YOU KNOW WET MILDEW IS WORTH ENCOUNTERING A GHOST. or at least I felt it was..... Well as I went down I could hear the bloody dryer going. I KNOW I DID NOT EVEN SHUT THE DRYER. I had a bruise because of tripping on the open door... I was told to smudge, so I did, but i wanted to know about the spirit, not just banish him. The house had been vacant a few months before we bought it, so I wondered if the spirit just got used to being alone again. So I invited him (I felt it was a him) and if he behaved I would not feel compelled to banish. Well, I started calling him George. Later I had a friend over and I told him about the ghost George and well he showed up and flicked the lights on and off. My friend left so fast.... He came back but never hung out again at the house. Lol. yeah... Then my mom house sat while my husband and I went to Japan. She has been the only one to ever see him. She said she saw a partial manifestation of an older man in a plaid shirt. Later I talked with older neighbors who were able to tell me that an older man lived in the house some 50 years. His name was George H. (I would give his full name here) but his daughter is still living and i have been in contact with her, and I do not have the heart to tell her that her father was haunting us for a time. For many years, doors and steps would go on and we would yell across the house expecting an answer... nothing would come. Things would fall, no reason. But not so much anymore. George has since gotten very quiet. Many years and not a sound. I believe he is here, he is just comfortable with the family. The house is full of children and animals, I feel he is entertained and busy enough that he does not need to stir the pot. George is always welcome and has brought no harm. He even did my laundry once.

When I was younger and a gigging musician, my stage attire often involved a lot of make up. On this particular night, on our way to a show, my face had been painted similarly to how Alice Cooper does his make up. I used to enjoy freaking people out a little; unless the show was happening near Halloween my appearance could be quite a shock to some folks. So it was on this night, we were stuck in traffic on Park Avenue at the intersection of Salisbury Street, and I was the passenger looking out at the people stuck in traffic going the opposite way. Several of them appeared startled when they saw me and I got a chuckle out of it. Traffic was beginning to move again, and eager to make an impression on whoever was in the next car I made sure my face was visible in the window as I leered out… The woman who looked down at my from the SUV going the other way seemed unperturbed, but also her features were not at all natural. It took a while to put it together, but her expression never changed and she looked exactly like one of the old lady cartoon characters from Gary Larson’s “The Far Side” comic strips. The exaggerated features and dead-on real life version almost seemed like it had to have been a rubber mask… no one could look like that in real life! I failed to give her a scare but she certainly left me in an odd headspace afterward. I had other things to think about, and the show went on as it always must… but I still wonder about the woman from the Far Side I saw that night.

I was at Whole Foods to pick up an Amazon package because they have the pickup lockers right outside the entrance in the parking garage. I walked up to the lockers and there was a guy standing right in front of the lockers just staring straight ahead. He didn’t acknowledge me so I asked him if he needs help. Nothing! Didn’t seem like he heard me at all, just kept staring ahead, not blinking or moving. I decided to go inside the store to get an employee so they can call for medical/police help and also so I can safely get my package. While talking with the employee, another shopper overheard me and said “I’m glad you said something cause I saw him when I came in and thought it was creepy and that was about 20 minutes ago” The employee came out with me and asked the man to leave, but he just kept staring. I get my package then get in my car which is parked right in front so I can still see him. I saw the employee go back inside, probably to call for help. I looked down for maybe three seconds to start my car, looked back up AND HE WAS GONE! I saw the employee come back out looking confused. He started walking around the parking garage to see where the guy went. Couldn’t find him. There’s no where he could have gone in the few seconds I was looking away. There was only a few other cars in the garage, none of which were occupied. The man was clean cut, well dressed, and didn’t look to be on drugs or in distress. He just simply vanished after standing and staring at the same spot for 30+ minutes. Time traveler? Ghost? Dimension jumper? It still haunts me to this day.

I lived on the street in question as a kid in the nineties. And let me tell you, that whole place is Weird. Thin Place: One overcast spring day when I was a little kid I decided to hunt for golf balls. There was a golf course on the main road that sometimes if you brought a bunch of golf balls back to the owner would give you a dollar. I was hunting around and had a couple in my pockets already when I saw one under a bush in the backyard of a house- it's backyard faced downhill - i knew this area as I've played with kids the street below. So here's the weird part; there was sunlight under that bush. I didn't register it being weird until I got closer. I crawled under this juniper (maybe idk) bush and was going to grab the golf ball when I realized it was way brighter than it had been. I looked up and I couldn't understand what I was seeing. It was a rolling field of green grass. Now I mentioned a bit ago, there is a hill, and a street below where I was. It had houses- this s field was completely empty. As a little kid I thought ' oh cool I found a shortcut to the golf course!' . But I also knew that wasn't quite right either. The golf course didn't have a low dip in the bottom and the grass here was long and lush. There was a low stone wall running along the lowest portion of the field and I could also see a wooden gate. I remember really wanting to go touch that wall to see if it was real. I wasn't sure if I should because this was so odd and I was on a golf ball mission. I was about to get up and run to the wall to touch it when I heard my mom calling me. I turned away from that weird field and took the golf ball that was right on the edge of both places. I'm sad to say I don't think I have it anymore either. I have other weird stories from living there but this was the first and only thin place I experienced. I tried to go back to that field years later and instead I walked into a neighbor's stepped garden, the field wasn't there and the house was extremely obvious from the area I had been. Unfortunately you can't go back there anymore as the current owners put a fence around their property line.

Walked up Silcoates St at about 11pm, thought there was a roadsign with a coat draped over it leaned against the lamppost. Did a double take when I realised it was a person standing absolutely still and upright, (presumably) leaning their forehead on the lamppost. Long skirt, possibly a shawl over their head. Seemed feminine. They did not move in several minutes. Not an area full of drunk people and it was the middle of the week. I didn't see a face as I was too terrified to investigate in case they reacted to me.

I live with my boyfriend in New Jersey right next to the Lincoln Tunnel that heads into NYC. One night in April of 2021, we were hanging out in our room just playing video games or something when my boyfriend realized his phone wasn't working. He tried to load a page on Chrome and it said that his phone was set back to a very weird date. Out of nowhere it said that his phone was set to "September 11, 2001 @ 1:27:48 A.M." To say the least we were both freaked out. We tried to figure out why that might have happened, whether it could be a hack or someone trying to fuck with us but I couldn't come up with anything. I even asked some very tech savvy friends and they were confused too, saying that was not something that someone would hack or mess with because it would further block them from being able to access bank info or stuff they could use to steal an identity. We realized as well that though it wasn't september yet, we were coming up on the 20th anniversary of 9/11. Both of us are in our late 20s, but because we have always lived here and live within a few miles of the World Trade Center, we both remember being pulled out of elementary school when the planes hit. I know plenty of people who were effected by the tragedy, people whose family or friends died in the towers, but what makes it weirder is that me and my boyfriend didn't lose anyone. After a few minutes, my boyfriends phone went back to normal, I'm not quite sure why but I think he might have restarted it. It was a very odd and transitory experience. It felt like someone or something was just passing through just trying to be noticed. Months later we both are still super confused about it. If it wasn't paranormal, it was certainly freaky and pretty much unexplainable. It would have been weird if it had been set to September 11th but to be set back to 2001 was just so odd that I can't get it out of my head.

Pile of beans found in the dark in the alley in a neighborhood. Maybe lima beans? My thoughts at the time were of mothman and the offerings of beans left for him. [video width="1920" height="1080" mp4="https://liminal.earth/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/20211129_124005.mp4"][/video]

When I was a kid, I absolutely believed in Santa Claus. As much as a kid possibly could. So much so, in fact, that I wanted to BE Santa when I grew up. I believed in Santa a lot later than I probably should have - I was in 6th grade before I finally lost the spirit, and I think a lot of that has to do with my experience. I was probably 8 years old, and we were leaving the 11pm Christmas Eve service at our church in Lancaster, Ohio. I had been obsessively tracking Santa on the NORAD website all day, and was looking forward to getting home so I could crawl into bed and stay up as late as possible listening for sleigh bells or hooves on our roof, like I did every year. I was the first person out of the church when the service was over, because what little kid wants to stay in church on Christmas Eve? It was a clear, cold night, and the stars were gorgeous. So I was admiring the stars when I saw a kind of shimmering out of the corner of my eye. I looked, and saw what I can only describe as Santa’s sleigh. It looked just like it does in every movie. It was pulled by reindeer, and it left a trail of glowing glitter behind it that faded quickly. I don’t remember if I heard sleigh bells or not. It happened so fast, but I was absolutely SURE of what I saw. I kind of stood there in shock until my parents came out. I told them what I had seen, and they basically said “Well, we’d better get home and get to bed so he doesn’t skip our house.” Over the years, I kind of began to doubt my sighting. Chalked it up to a shooting star and wishful thinking. But as I’ve gotten older and become more open-minded about the nature of the universe and the paranormal, I’ve accepted my experience for what it was. It was Santa’s sleigh.

I went to the USS Hornet to see a para-physiologicist named Llyod Auerbach speak. After his presentation the group was split up into teams and a paranormal investigation ensued. It was my first time ever doing such an activity and I had no idea what I was doing. I even had to borrow a flash light from someone else. Towards the end of the investigation around midnight I was located on the second deck of the ship just one compartment aft of the CPO mess. This area I'm referring to is very much towards the aft end of the whole ship just below an area called the fan tail. Out of no where came the sudden sound of what seemed to be a propeller based aircraft. I'm talking loud and getting fucking louder. Like 120 decibels fucking loud. There was another woman in the group who I did not know in the compartment. I looked at her and yelling to overcome the sound I asked if she could hear it. She replied no and as soon as she said no the sound stopped. I easily heard this sound for 6 to 8 seconds. Really was questioning my sanity at that point. Stayed there easily for another 20 minutes hoping that sound would return but no dice. I have personally chalked it up to unexplainable as it's the only way I can rationalize things. But to be honest fuck if I really know what happened. It did peak my interest and I did become a volunteer on the ship and worked there in ship restoration for the next 7 years.

Our house sat on five acres of undeveloped property in the foothills of the Rockies -- in addition to that big yard, we had a small grass yard directly behind our house that had a short adobe wall going around it. Behind that wall sat an old trailer. In between the adobe wall and the trailer, there was a small gap where a handful of trees were growing. It wasn't a good spot for them to grow -- they were tall and lanky, not super strong trees but they did manage to have enough leaf cover to make some shade in the yard. One day, I was playing in the driveway when it suddenly got very loud outside. It sounded like there were hundreds of birds over our house, but there was nothing. The sky was clear, there were a couple of birds around, but not the number that there should have been to make sense. I thought the neighbors would come out to see what was going on, it was so loud. I was eight years old, and was horribly confused, but it was not scary, just very simply loud. I looked up in the trees, expecting one of those huge flocks of little blackbirds to be occupying all of the space there; there was nothing. The sound was coming from those droopy treetops, but there was nothing there. I stood there perplexed, when I began to notice there were faces in the trees. The faces were not human. They were quite literally theater masks, the white masks that you see with the smile and the frown, except all of these had smiling mouths and frowning eyes. They were not actually colored white, but they were the shape of those masks; there were hundreds of them, morphing through the leaves of those trees, their mouths moving slightly as the deafening sound of so many birds continued. For some reason I thought of monkeys talking to each other, pointing and chattering, while I stood oblivious to their conversations. They seemed to know I couldn't understand them, and so continued to talk loudly amongst themselves, morphing in and out of the branches with their smiling mouths and unsmiling eyes. I knew they were talking about me in front of me, but I knew they were not evil, that they didn't mean harm. They simply seemed different. Almost trickstery, but with no intent to actually do anything. I was not scared, but was overwhelmed by the sound. Eventually, when it became clear that no one else could hear what I was hearing, I left and continued on my way, leaving the faces in the trees to chat away amongst themselves. I never saw them again.

In 2016 we bought this home, and it wasn’t long after moving in that every family member had seen the shadow being in the house. From the living room one would see out of the corner of their eye a shadow being watching from the hallway. And seen walking from the hall into a bedroom even if the door was closed. Once my daughter and I were up late watching tv and she got up to get a snack from the kitchen. The kitchen has a view back into the living room where I was lying on the couch with the recliner back and my feet elevated. My daughter who began coming back into the living room paused because she saw what looked like the shadow being creeping from under my footrest and around the back of the couch and quickly back into the hallway. Other times it was seen moving behind the couch and toward the front bathroom. Multiple guests saw the shadow figure as well. Our garage door had to be unplugged at night because it would randomly open, and we couldn’t get to the root of the problem. Early on the shadow being was seen directly behind me. I was standing in my bedroom doorway that faced my daughter’s bedroom doorway and we were having a conversation. She saw it behind me walk across my bedroom and into a closet. She states it was large with a top hat, long coat, and pointy nose. She also says that was the first time she saw it, but the only time it looked like that. Other times it was skinny or lanky without the hat. The feeling was never bad with the shadow being it seemed curious but didn’t want to be known or seen. I awoke one morning, however, with my first and only experience with sleep paralysis and saw a dark creature in the corner of the room above my doorway to the hall. It was as if it was crawling out of the ceiling and had a hand almost extending towards me. I could see it and wanted to get out of the bed but couldn’t move. I didn’t take my eyes off the creature and tried with everything I had to point back at it and state, “I see you.” I struggled against whatever was holding me back and got nowhere with my hand to make it point, and I could only make the slightest strained speech to utter the words. I wanted it to know that I wasn’t happy with this intrusion and that I could see it. Once I got out what I wanted to say, the tension was gone and so was the creature. This creature seemed different than the shadow being to me. I had a family member and friend that do paranormal investigations come over to investigate. At the beginning of the evening, we picked the middle bedroom to do the ghost box. While in the dark room and everyone sitting in a circle I began to feel really drunk. I was so nauseous and dizzy that I couldn’t even tell them how I felt. I just got up and excused myself. I went outside and lay on a hammock to get some fresh air. I came back in and had to lie down in the front bedroom and then fell asleep. They completed their investigation and packed up and left. The only thing they stated they could get was some EVP readings in the hallway and my daughter’s room that couldn’t be explained. I feel that whatever was in the house used me to avoid detection, because I began to feel better after they left. We sold the house when I graduated college and moved to the Appalachian Mountains. One night a few were awoken by an extremely loud noise. I went to investigate and so did my daughter. We could not find anything to explain the loud bang, and nothing had been disturbed. We found the next morning, though, the cat bowl on the floor and cat food all over the floor. This still wouldn’t account for the noise which was more of a metal sheet pan sound nor the fact that we didn’t find that on the initial walk through that night. We were told the home was vacant for about 20 years and used as a storage home aka “pack rat house” before we purchased it. We bought from a renovation company who got the home from the original owners after a fire destroyed some of the interior. During our few years of owning the home we found the remains of a dead cat and about 50 pounds of animal feces in the attic above the garage. A vermin specialist said there was no active animals in the attic and that the feces looked to be cat or raccoon. The odd thing was the feces were piled in the far corner of the attic that was very narrow. It was as if it had been purposely moved to that location, but the logistics didn’t make sense. We only found it because of a stain seeping through the ceiling in the garage and I crawled in there to investigate. We had this cleaned out properly before selling the home. We did have our cat die of weird circumstances at that time. We were told it was an impact. There were no external injuries or blood visible. The cat was found outside of my daughter’s bedroom window, but his collar was hanging on the fence between our house and the neighbors about five feet from the body. The collar was a safety collar that pops open with tension, but it was intact. Our only conjecture was that a hawk picked the cat up and dropped him, but we have no thoughts about the placement of the collar. We had seen a hawk swoop through the yard and there was a new fledgling that was learning to hunt, and my research showed that this was a possible explanation however bizarre.

We sold our home and needed a short rental and were having a hard time getting to see a place before someone took it out from under us. This created a sense of urgency and so the next available property that we came across, we just put down a deposit in the hopes it would work out for the short term before really looking at it. We moved into what I would consider a liminal space. For one, we were transitioning in our lives, and in my opinion, rentals are inherently liminal because of their non-permanent nature. Our family of six settled in well. The house had many quirks with old wiring, do-it-yourself renovations with switches in weird places. The backyard was small but big enough for a nice patio and two huge trees. One was a beautiful tulip poplar tree that was about ten feet in diameter and a smaller tree that I had forgotten was even there until I looked the property up again for this write up. At this rental we had a good bit of paranormal activity and personally my first. There was something that lurked in the hallway and front living room which was used as my art studio. There was multiple black shadow creature sightings by everyone in the house. I even caught the voice of something on video by accident once. We had objects thrown across the room from off the mantle and the kids were unsettled in the home. The most bizarre of all the encounters were by me and like I said, my first real encounters with something. I awoke one night in a panic by my youngest child aged one year screaming an ungodly “I’m terrified” scream. If you are a parent, you may know the difference between cries. This was a scared cried. Our bed was positioned against the wall, and I slept on the inner side with my daughter between me and my husband who was on the outside of the bed. When I looked, my daughter was sitting upright in the bed staring at the wall behind me while screaming as though something was terrible on the wall nearer the foot of the bed. I was on my right side facing her and had to life myself up and turn toward the wall to find what she was staring at in such a terrified state. Immediately I saw a large, busted hole in the wall like an opening to an underground tunnel with the dim light from our room illuminating just the interior of the hole. In the quickest movement I leaped up with my daughter in hands and jumped over my husband to get as far away from the hole as possible, but when I landed on the other side of the bed and turned back to awaken my husband there was nothing but bare wall again. No hole. I immediately felt crazy for as terrified I had been, but there was that look on my child’s face that was unmistakable. and that haunting scream that awoke me. She had seen something, and it spooked her. I know what I saw and by now my husband had awoken and was looking bewildered at me. It felt strange trying to explain it to him and it seemed so far out that it was hard for him to believe me. A few days passed and I awaken in the bed one morning. My husband has gone to work and I am on the outer edge of the bed with my daughter in the center. I am on my back and open my eyes to see what looks like a spider dropping from the ceiling directly above my face. Spider was my immediate thought, but my eyes continued to focus on the dark object before me trying to use lighting and shadow to determine how large and far away it was. I can only speculate that my brain tried to figure out what it was seeing when it didn’t have a context to define the shape. It took only a few seconds of focus to see that it was no spider, but a small undulating ball of something. It was a plasma-like substance not like smoke. It was more solid than vapor. When I started to try to examine it more deeply it was as if it sensed that I was looking at it and actually seeing it. Like we saw each other as if glancing into someones eyes and you quickly turn away. It did just that, it quickly flew out the window above my bed and into the backyard. I jumped up and looked out back but saw nothing. I never saw it again. I would like to add that during our stay at this house and before these occurrences, I had begun writing, what felt like automatically, a book. The book dealt with fae lore, and I was beginning deep research into the subject of the fae and changelings in particular. I seriously felt like both experiences were warnings to stop my meddling. I quit writing that book and we moved out of the rental after our year was up, but not before buying a house in the same neighborhood, because we really fell in love with the area. We had lots more experiences at the new location, but never the plasma ball. I will never forget these experiences because they were so vivid and real to me. They are memorialized as tangible happenings in my experience as a human. Even though I stopped the book, it started me on a much more intensive journey into the paranormal and otherworldly genre of encounters. https://youtu.be/mW5N7SkMYrs Link to video about voice captured on video at this location.

Two experience with shadow people, which each time I experienced them, one of my family members died within a year of seeing the shadow person.

A friend and I were watching fireflies on her property one night. I noticed that some of the "fireflies" were different colors--colors that don't exist in fireflies, like red, orange, pink, blue-green. They blinked and bobbed around like fireflies, it's just the colors were wrong. Also, the red ones kind of hovered in a cluster, while the other colors moved around more. An orange one trailed by a smaller pink one came into the yard, within maybe 10 or 15 feet of where I was standing. I took my phone out of my pocket to try and get a picture and they all disappeared. (The regular fireflies were not affected.) The mystery lights didn't come back until after I put my phone back in my pocket. I asked my friends if she could see the colored lights and she said no. I saw them on three or four different occasions over about a month. Since the fireflies went away at the end of the summer, I haven't seen them. I have acquaintances who say they've seen similar colored lights in other places around the county.

I had just finished working on an archaeological excavation in Sicily and, this being a once in a lifetime opportunity, my best friend came over and we met up in Rome. One afternoon we were in the fashion district around the Via dei Condotti (near the Piazza di Spagna) and we realized we were super hungry. Not just hungry, but HANGRY. I have complex PTSD and getting super hungry is one of my triggers for dysregulation (for those who aren't familar, this is a neurological event that can cause panic, hysteria, brain fog, and physical clumsiness), plus it was really hot, and I was thiiiiiiiiiiis close to having a full-on meltdown. All of a sudden we turned a corner into a small blind alley with a restaurant. There was nothing in the alley except the restaurant, but the place was not visible from the main street. It was like the answer to our prayers--it was quiet and secluded, with a little courtyard shaded by a grapevine trellis, inexpensive, and the only person there was a single waiter. I remember there was a fountain in the front with fresh fruit arranged around it. The food and service were wonderful, the peace was restorative, and we left feeling refreshed. In fact we liked it so much that we wanted to eat there again the next day. But we couldn't find the restaurant or the alley anywhere. Now obviously we weren't that familiar with any part of Rome, but by this point we had visited the neighborhood around the Piazza di Spagna on multiple days and were starting to get a feel for the area. More importantly, we remembered some of the nearby shops and landmarks we had seen just before finding the restaurant. We found those landmarks easily enough, but never did find the little alley. We started to joke about the "magical restaurant" that appears to desperate travelers in need and then disappears forever. I can never be sure that we didn't just get confused, but I could swear that whole alley just...wasn't there anymore.

During the summer of 2015 at about midnight, I observed a very strange creature standing at the intersection of West Virginia Avenue and Fell Avenue. I first observed it as I was walking west on the north side of West Virginia just past Broadway Avenue. From a distance of about 100 feet, it looked like a very large possum standing very still in the middle of the intersection under a street light. As I got closer, I realized it was far too large to be a possum and was approximately the size of a medium-sized dog of about 30 pounds. But it was not shaped like any dog I had ever seen. It had a plump body, and a very small head and was a dirty grayish color. It was sitting in a “hunched” position with its back arched and its head down. I was not close enough to observe its facial features or ears and I did not see a tail. I was certain it was not a dog or a possum. I felt scared as I got closer and retreated back up the street, turning down Broadway Avenue to avoid walking past it. What weighs about 30 pounds, is a dirty gray color, and isn’t dog-shaped? If this were an H.P. Lovecraft story, I would say it was a giant rat. If I was in Puerto Rico, I might call it Chupacabra. I have heard folklore about sinister things that happen at crossroads, and this creature was standing absolutely motionless directly in the middle of the intersection around midnight. I’ve never before seen any animal in nature that I couldn’t identify but I have no idea what this thing was.

We were part of a sea kayaking group who left the mainland and paddled to the island for a one night camping overnight in late October, 2002. During the day we hiked the island. We visited the old buildings, the graveyard where enslaved people were buried, and dodged the wild horses that live there. That night was quiet. There was no breeze, some low-key lapping of water along the shore, and otherwise just thick, peaceful silence. We were in a two person tent, with the rain flap attached to one side of the tent and draped over and across to the ground on the other side of the tent. We were tucked away into the woods, pine needle and twig covered ground, and about half a football field length away from another tent of a kayaker couple. There was a rough walking path to one side (to my right when laying on my back), and the ocean to my left. About an hour after we settled in to our tent, a horse walked nearby, went into the water, then kept walking away from our campsite back into the island. Then awhile after the horse, now in the middle of the night, we heard someone walking nearby. Two-legged walking (not the four of the horse) about 50’ feet away and sounded like it was on the rough path. We whispered to each other it was probably a fellow camper going to go to the bathroom away from where we were camping. I wanted them to get a bit farther away to be polite. Still sounding like they were about 50’ away, over to my right, the footsteps completely stopped. Moments later, there was a split-second noise of movement to the left of our tent, right next to the tent. Then the rain cover was intensely, quickly, in one quick fluid motion was ripped up and over the tent and dropped to the left side of the tent. We were then staring straight up and out of the tent’s screen, up at the trees above us. No one was outside the tent. No movement. Just silence. I completely freaked out, scrunched down into my sleeping bag, covered my head and demanded my husband go deal with the flap. He exited the tent. Saw nothing, except the rain flap gathered on the ground next to the tent, as though it was yanked off, dropped, gathered next to the tent. No gust of wind happened. No accidental slipping of the rain flap. It was ripped up and over the tent. It was silent again. The next morning, we awoke before sunrise. We left our tent, followed the walking path to the main camp to share breakfast around the fire. As we turned a slight corner, up next to a water spigot, there was a woman standing in her nightgown. I wondered aloud which of the camping group of 7 of us would be wearing a nightgown still. We turned away from the spigot towards the fire. All of the other campers were around the fire already. The day before we were all a super chatty group. That morning we all ate in silence, quickly all packed up, and literally made the tour group company’s record for the fastest paddle back to the mainland.

My boyfriend and I lived in a South Lake Union apartment for 2 years, and it definitely had a negative presence. Items got moved, sometimes right before our eyes. Electronics had issues, we both had sleep disturbances and it wore us out emotionally. There were times when I could feel it physically, it felt like hands pushing my face or head to turn in a certain direction. We even had a paranormal investigation of the place and they got some EVPs of it cursing/swearing (unfortunately, I don't have copies of these). I've never had an experience like this since then.

Strange print at Myers way.

Tile embedded in the crosswalk asphalt. Reads : m rderf ckers future nobody 12022021 internet ends on earth

My best friend and i were driving from seattle to chicago. we thought we had planned everything out. somehow we neglected to factor in bozeman pass as our final mountain crossing before staying the night at a hotel in billings. we stopped in bozeman for one last rest stop before the final push to billings and heavy snow began to fall. oddly, the cashier at the gas station was from my small hometown in washington state. we decided to get back onto i-90 despite the impending snowstorm and take the next exit into a town with a hotel if we found the conditions too dangerous. my friend was driving, and as we pushed deeper into the darkness, we realized that there were no exits that weren't closed off by barriers. we were on the pass for better or worse, and had no choice but to make it to the other side. the snow fell even harder. there was at least a foot of snow on the ground now, and every sign on the freeway was completely obscured in white. it was almost impossible to see anything, yet there were many cars on the road with us. we drove on in grim nervous silence, the album playing in the car on loop, neither of us willing to peel our eyes from the road long enough to change it. (moon colony bloodbath by the mountain goats & john vanderslice). i looked out the passenger side window into the landscape, all pitch black and eerie white. ghostly-looking train cars parked on the railway running parallel to the road. it felt like my vision was swimming but i said nothing. suddenly i saw a faint flickering greenish glow near the train cars, and as i peered closer it appeared to be emanating from a lantern held high by a humanoid figure, starkly featureless and black in the snow. it was striding along? or hovering slightly? i couldn't tell if the snow was falling in front of or through it. it was about the height of an average human man, judging by the boxcar it was next to. in those few seconds as the car passed, i felt it look right at me. i don't know how i know, but it knew that i saw it, it looked back, and then it faded away, lantern and all, just as it had appeared, back into the blizzard.

I was around 7 or 8 years old when this happened, but I still have a vivid memory of it. I live in New Mexico, but have a lot of family in Washington, so we go up there to visit every once in a while. On one of these visits, my mom decided she wanted to go to Forks, being a fan of Twilight. We chose to drive from Seattle, WA to Forks, and ended up going through the Olympic National Park. It was a nice forest, super pretty and all. At one point, we stopped at a museum in basically the middle of the forest, because I was a bored kid and my parents figured we should get something to eat. We tried asking for food recommendations, and were sent to a local pizza place. There was a convenience store attached to it. A very strange chain of events went down that honestly none of us can explain. We tried ordering pizza, but the staff were weird, confusing, and hardly seemed to know what they were doing. They had to get a diagram drawn of a half cheese, half pepperoni pizza to be able to understand what we wanted. They were trying incredibly hard to sell us something called “gaten puffs” and called three cups of the exact same size different sizes. They hardly seemed like real people. We got our pizza, and it was the wrong pizza. Then they just took it from us after a while of us poking it and put it down on another table. The bathroom was a whole other world. The floor was warped, and it appeared to have once been a sauna, because the light switch was just a knob on the wall that had been painted over. It was unsettling, and as a kid who had an independence complex and didn’t want my parents helping me with anything, I wasn’t willing to go in alone. And that’s what was weird, nothing was dirty, or truly scary, but it felt so off. Everything was wrong, and it didn’t feel real. The convenience store was filled with brands we didn’t recognize, there wasn’t even like Lays chips or anything. We got food, and left pretty quickly. My dad was worried about possible mercury poisoning in the water based on the way the employees were acting, so we didn’t get anything to drink and just left. We all agreed, getting back in the car, that there was something weird going on. The people didn’t feel human, the place didn’t feel real. Time passed strangely- we had been in there for almost half the day, but it only felt like half an hour or so. After our trip, we told people about the experience, laughed about it and all. We recommended to some people we knew planning to go to Washington that they go there, just to have a strange, funny experience. They tried, and told us that they didn’t find anything. They went the exact route we did, and said they stopped a few places to get food but there wasn’t a pizza place, there wasn’t any restaurant attached to a convenience store, and there wasn’t an indoor seating restaurant near the museum we went to. It just never existed. The forest around the road was undisturbed where the restaurant should have been, and it had only been a few months. There wasn’t possibly enough time for them to have completely tore down the restaurant and regrown the foliage. It made no sense. We don’t remember ever even learning the name of the pizza place, nor the convenience store- it was just nothing. We went somewhere that effectively did not exist. I still think about it a lot, because I don’t know what happened there. I was so young, but i remember it so vividly. I remember nothing else from that trip, for the most part. Just the pizza place, and especially the face of the woman behind the counter. She looked very normal, like any average minimum wage worker, but her face is burned into my mind. She was too plain, too average, and it was wrong. And I still cannot explain it. We have no clue what happened, and never will. But i genuinely believe there was something supernatural going on there… I don’t think that restaurant was supposed to exist in our world. None of the brands in the convenience store exist here, the people didn’t act how we’d expect them to ask here, and time passed differently. I don’t know. Just a very, very strange experience that will never leave my mind again.

Ghosts, ouija board spirits, shadow figures, owls and missing time (?). This place is a hot bed for it all. Active since 1976. It is the home I grew up in. Activity has increased since both parents have passed. My father built the house. Three people have passed there. My mother saw spirits and orbs after a near death experience. She even saw a ghostly image of herself beside my grandmother’s ghost. After she passed, my dad saw her ghost walking up the stairs. I saw a shadow figure that looked as though it could be my dad on the same set of stairs after he passed. On the anniversary of his memorial, while at the house my phone turned on and played the song I placed on his memorial video. My nephew and I have both been awakened to a woman singing at different times. Both of us followed the voice to the basement where it stopped. Both of us have experienced time slowing down in the basement after seeing something that was translucent but made things behind it move with fluid-like waves. The list goes on and continues to grow today.

Late at night, folks using Herron Rd NW (coined "Herron Island Rd") report seeing a feminine being with a white cape walking on the side of the road. There are also reports of weird lights in the woods and disembodied humming heard/felt.

I had moved back in with my father after my divorce for a short period of time into the house that my family had built and I had grown up in. My Dad was a long haul truck driver and needed someone to watch it while he was on the road. It was a country house with no close neighbors. No cell signal even..My parents divorced and my Mom hadn’t been at the house for a few years and she refused to even get close to the house after the divorce. I was sitting in the living room helping my girls get ready to leave and heard what I thought was static on a radio even though I had nothing on in the house we’d shut everything off since we had to leave..then I heard my Mom call for me and she had a specific way of calling for me she’d always like sang my name out like “Laaaanaaaa” just her way of getting my attention when I was little and I’d not heard her sing my name since I was little, I looked at my daughter like did you just hear that and she went “Grandma!!” and got super excited to see Grandma. I looked at her and said that’s not Grandma and I hurried her to leave. I even called my Mom once I was back into cell range and asked if she had like stopped by she’s like no I have been at work all day wasn’t me. To this day I still can’t find a logical reason as to what happened, I assume it was a time distortion I’m not sure?

If you are in the spiritual circle in Portland, ME, you may have heard that there’s a witch buried in the Western Cemetery. The cemetery established in 1850 was not well kept, so there’s many headstones that are broken or worn away past the point of readable. Apparently, the cemetery has been vandalized as well, with many walking off with the headstones. No one knows if this is actually a witch or if it’s fable but many witches go to make offerings to the grave in hopes of guidance or protection, or just some good karma. The witches tomb sits surrounded by 4 other headstones within a fence. This stone grave used to be headed with a large cross that has since come tumbling down. It used to read the Latin word “ diaconus” so some would assume the person buried there was a deacon of sorts. The Celtic patterns that wrap around the base have mostly warn off. Today, I bundled some mugwort and a few other flowers and herbs and tied it with some straw. I marched my way through the tall grass to give an offering. I noticed the bush next to the fence is over grown. Just below the left side of the tomb is a hold that most likely was dug by a small critter. A white tall candle with the grim reaper printed on the glass was sitting on the headstone. A mostly smashed pumpkin was decaying off to the left. Some black wax and partially burnt incense were to the right. I left my offering and cleaned up the cans of white claw and other trash that were cluttering up with beautifully witchy scene. As I left to throw away the trash I heard distinct footsteps coming from behind me. Many people jog through the cemetery around to the park so I turned around to see which way they were going. I pulled my dog aside and turned to look, but realized no one was there. I looked around and no one else was in the cemetery. The footsteps sounded like they could have been just 5 or 10 feet behind me so if anyone was there I would have noticed. The birds stopped chirping. I felt a slight tingling in my left shoulder and down my arm. I called out, “if you come in peace you may make your presence known, but if not you must leave.” There was a moment more of silence and then the birds began chirping again like wild. The feeling in my arm dissipated. I wanted to believe that maybe it was the witch thanking me for picking up the trash, but the manor in which they left made me question. I’m not sure who was in the cemetery this morning but it was surly the most thrilling contact I’ve had since interacting with the witches grave.

I used to work at the Old Penitentiary. One day as we were closing the yard, with no patrons left, we locked one of the cell houses (with the really cool old metal keys) and as we were walking away two cell doors slammed shut in a space that is completely closed to human visitors and footsteps ran up the stairs. There was no way any humans were left in that building because we check every cell before locking it up for anyone trying to hang out and stay overnight.

It's not the spookiest location in the world, but one day may partner and I stopped by the Shake Shack in downtown LA for a quick bite before heading to an event. While we were there, we both saw a man in a bright orange boilersuit running full-speed down Hill Street towards 7th Street with his arm outstretched holding a white object that looked almost like a wii remote. It being downtown, we didn't think much of it and laughed it off. No more than 3 minutes later- I remember because we were starving and our order seemed to be taking forever- the same man went sprinting up 8th Street towards Grand Ave. in the same bright orange boilersuit with the same white remote. Given the time of day and how heavy traffic was, it would have been impossible for him to either come back the way he came or circle a whole city block in that time.- even at the speed he had been running. Now, my partner is a skeptic- I am the spooky one in the relationship but even he couldn't account for what we'd seen. We joked that it must have been a time traveler. It's been a couple years now and neither of us has ever forgotten the incident and to this day we've never been able to come up with a satisfactory explanation.

There is a house in Index, WA that sits on the site of the old schoolhouse. The living room floor is made out of the boards of the long ago classroom. There is a old wooden sled upon which the music system rests. I am a heavy dreamer & will often talk in my sleep. This amuses my husband to no end. He usually will let it play out without waking me. Sometimes he gets curious & he will ask a question. I can & do answer but usually have little memory of the conversation later. At this house, I always end up giggling or laughing in my sleep. He asked me once what was funny. I looked at him, smiled and said "The children are so happy. They are playing outside in the snow. It's always recess now." and boom. Back to sleep. Husband not so much. Spent half the night, listening to the river, wondering if his wife was still playing with the ghost children in her sleep. In the morning, I remembered this vividly. He asked if I was frightened. I am not a fan of spooky things. Not this place. We were unable to have children in this life but we always have our ghost kiddos. They are doing fine. It's always a snow day for the long ago children of Avenue A. It's an incredible peaceful place & I always feel like I am going home once I hit Highway 2. I am not a Christian. I still always stop at the church by the wayside, a free one person church in a farm field on the way up. It feels like an a necessity.

I once dreamed of a place in the northern part of Greenland. I had no proof such a thing ever existed, then one day I just realized what I dreamed was an actual place. Was it a Mandela effect or did the place just materialized out of a dream ? Even now I know it's real the atmosphere there feels thin like it's still somehow part of a dream who just happened to slip in the material world...