Afton, Ok. Began as a prosperous railroad town and rt 66 destination. Replaced historical horse creek bridge despite protests. Nearby towns abandoned bc of mine/ ground contamination. Place is like a ghost town now.

This was just a weird morning experience. I had been listening to a podcast the night before on the way home, and I distinctly remember hearing the podcaster tell part of a story about how they responded to a dream they had had by waking up getting out of bed and turning all the lights on. This morning the podcast had backtracked about 30 seconds to before the point i finished at the day before and the first part of the story was the same but instead he tells it differently, waking up with all the lights on. I pulled over thinking this is weird and different, rewound the podcast and listened again and it was still the same as what I had just heard. I thought it weird but maybe I had just misheard the night before or confused it with another podcast or something. So before starting off to work again I queued up the next podcast to run after this finished, because it was almost done. I stop to get coffee about the time the first podcast finishes, get back in the car and the next podcast starts, but its not the one that I queued up, but instead one about 'reptilians' which was weird because i hadnt even looked at that podcast or episode and was actually trying to avoid it because i find the whole concept too ridiculous. I let it play, not paying too much attention and get to work. As I am walking to the door two of the staff are holding a different door open telling me they saw a snake crawl in the door frame and asking me if I could get it out. The whole morning had a very surreal feel to it.

This happened in an apartment I lived for around 5 years, during the first 2 or so I lived there by myself after that my girlfriend then-wife moved in. After she moved in, something changed, it is hard to explain but you could feel like something else was there, with time she shared that she was always consulting fortune tellers, and all kinds of people to know about her future and to get "bad stuff" as she called it removed and always be "clean. As time passed things started to happen, small things first like seeing "something" in a corner and then seeing the dogs running to that same place to bark, noises with no reason and the feeling of something is around was more frequent so at every time you feel like someone was peeking over your shoulder, but it was not more than that until that one night. We had a king-size bed and we normally slept in the middle of it, that night I was having a hard time sleeping, for no particular reason, at one point I woke up and went to drink some water maybe around 1 am and all was good, fall asleep and then again around 2 am I woke up again and thirsty I went to get some more water and after some steps, I look back to the bed and to my surprise, I saw my GF and also myself there, I felt this shocked like I never before, I was scared and paralyzed like how I am there and here at the same time and I turned on the lights, then I felt like a big hit, like when someone is running and run over you. After the "hit" I opened my eyes and I was in the floor, around 3feet (1 meter) away from the side of the bed, the light was on and when my girlfriend who got awake at the time saw me she said: "What is that in your arm???", when I looked at it, I had a mark like a big hand that grabbed me from the arm, the marks were for a big hand bigger than mine for sure Some people who have heard this story tell me I was just dreaming, but how about the finger marks on my arm, and how I got the light turned on?

One day in the late 80’s, a few days before my 15th birthday, three of my friends and I were hanging out at our friend Zack’s house. There were five of us all together. We’d been suspended from school for protesting the day before. Our parents were all at work, so we decided we might as well have fun with it and gathered at Zack’s for the day. We’d planned to head over to a spring festival that would open after school was out that day, so we were basically killing time until then. By mid afternoon we were pretty bored and someone had the idea to bring out a Ouija board. I’d never used one before and had no idea what to expect. So I didn’t understand how unusual it was that it kept spelling out the word “help.” We studied each other’s faces trying to sus out if someone was moving the planchette. I still remember the frightened looks in my friends’ eyes. We didn’t know what to do with that word so we asked questions and it spelled out answers. Piece by piece a picture emerged. A terrified little boy was hiding somewhere. He was in danger and he was asking us to help him. He was not alone. There were many children with him—all in danger, all hiding. We were at a loss. We started arguing about what to do and whether it was a trick. It was upsetting and confusing. Eventually we put the game away because it was freaking everyone out, and anyway it was time to head over to the festival. When we stepped outside a fire truck sped past with it’s sirens blaring. Then a cop car. And another. This was a quiet residential community, sirens were not commonplace. We piled into the car and noticed more police cars and ambulances and fire trucks, all speeding, all with sirens blaring and the names of neighboring communities on them. As we drove we were rerouted by street closures. There were so many emergency vehicles from so many neighboring communities we lost count. It was clear that something terrible had happened but we had no idea what or where. Finally we got to a point where emergency vehicles were passing us from a new direction, and we were able to figure out where they were headed: The elementary school. There was very little talk in the car then. We wondered whether any of our classmates who’d been at the high school all day would have any information about what was going on. Remember this was the late 80’s—no smart phones, no internet. We were in the dark. After we parked and started walking toward the festival, we noticed throngs of our schoolmates running past us headed *away* from the fest. We pulled one aside and asked what was going on “spring fest is canceled.” We ran to keep up with her. Asking why and what happened etc. Breathless and wide-eyed she answered “we’ve all been evacuated and sent home—someone opened fire on a classroom at the elementary school— she’s still at large. We all have to go straight home and lock our doors.” And then she was gone sprinting up the street. Our stomachs dropped. We stared at each other in silence, and then started running back to the car. None of us ever spoke about this with each other or anyone else as far as I know. I can’t say for sure what anyone else’s reasons are but for me, I never wanted to shift focus from the horrible tragedy that had occurred that day. One child had died and others were injured. The community was traumatized. We were mute. I still don’t talk about it.

The sources do not specifically state where in Oswestry it occurred, other than the 'general area' so for the purpose of this I would suggest it would be in the town centre. The summer of 1912 was a fairly warm one, The Stockholm Olympics were underway and life was going ahead as normal for the people of Oswestry. Despite the pleasant weather, There were intermittent heavy rainstorms all over Britain. In Oswestry however, these took a strange turn. It is said that one day in particular, within a period of two hours the town was bombarded with hundreds- if not thousands of frogs falling alongside the rain from the sky. They splattered the streets- leaving traces everywhere and no doubt grossing out the towns inhabitants. There was scarcely a piece of road or path that didn't have bits of frog on them. However as soon as the rain stopped- any trace of the frogs remains disappeared- as if the strange rain never happened- greatly puzzling the town. .

The road between Acton Burnell and Cardington is known as ‘The Devil’s Causeway’, as The Devil created this road in a single night. He is said to wander the road still, appearing to anyone who chooses to walk this path at midnight. He takes the form of a man riding a white horse, (sometimes with horns and hooves like a goat or cow) and judges the souls of those caught out late. If you have lived a good life, you may pass unheeded, living to tell the tale, and warn others of the dangers. However, if you are a wretched soul, the devil is free to beat you to a bloodied pulp. He literally smashes you to pieces and leaves you dead on the road. This seems like a very extreme fate- but I suppose that's what the devil is all about.

If you're travelling along the old roman road between Ruckley and Acton Burnell- be sure to keep an eye out for the Devil. half way down the bank there sits a ferny, flowery area which is surrounded by ancient trees of yew, holly and ash. Here a "beautiful springs drips from a rocky basin" and has been used as a well for centuries. Its waters are said to never fail and it has particular healing qualities for eye ailments. Its known locally as 'Frog Well' Though this idyllic scene springs to mind fairies or water nymphs- a more sinister creature likes to dwell. This creature is none other than the Devil. The devil is said to love hanging out at this well and is often accompanied by a few of his closest imps- his best mates if you will. Of course they all take the guise of Frogs to avoid detection. The devil seems extra cautious of this- so he hides deep in the depths of the well as a big fat frog. Perhaps he sees his time at frog well as his downtime away from his usual schedule of mayhem and misery- like a little holiday so he would rather not be bothered The imps seem a bit more laid back, and are often seen chilling out by the waters edge.

TL,DR: I heard phantom music in the woods. In 2019 I decided to make an offering to the local spirits in the woods on the afternoon of the Autumn Equinox. I followed the Superior Hiking Trail from the Munger trailhead on Becks Rd toward Fon Du Lac. I'm not entirely sure how far I went out, but it was well past the Miller Creek Bridge. I just kept hiking until it felt right, then walked a ways off the trail to a little clearing on a hill. From where I sat I could see a bend of the trail so could see whether anyone came or went. About halfway through my offering, I suddenly heard very nearby what sounded like a wooden flute. It only played one...stanza? I'm not sure of the right term, but essentially it just played a short melody, did not repeat, and did not continue into a full song. That was it, I heard nothing further. No one else came or went along the trail the whole time I was there and I never heard any voices or indication anyone was out there other than this one bit of flute music. I had my dog with me and she became very restless during this time, whining at me like she wanted to leave. I sat for a little while after finishing the offering, then packed up and headed back to the trailhead. Again I never saw anyone, but what was very interesting to me was that on the whole way back, the woods smelled like incense and looked absolutely golden. It was beautiful. I've never experienced any of this or anything even like this before or since. I was fully sober, I did not use any mind altering substances of any kind. I'm convinced I had an encounter with The Other Crowd that day.

There has long been tales of strangeness surrounding Mount Konocti, the most notable being similar to its more famous Northern cousin, Mt Shasta: stories of a cave system below it where spirits are said to live. There are legends of seeing lights & even physical flying craft coming out of the mountain, and it is said that the local Pomo tribe used to leave offerings in the caves, which historically were more accessible prior to a landslide. The existence of the caves is actually documented by geologists, and there are some who have tried to map the cave system, but without success due to rock falls closing off some of the tunnels.

Growing up in Westmore Vermont, I always felt blessed. However as time has gone on, I've wondered if our curses outweigh the blessings. The area is plagued with legends and stories ranging from the Wendigo, Bigfoot, shadow people, ghosts, UFO's, you name it. This shared local history is exacerbated by my direct family's collective involvement with different aspects of this mostly unseen force. For me, this force manifested by showing me (extremely potent and horrifying) visions in my dreams, and shadow creatures/unusual animals in my waking experience. My father primarily witnessed technology, and cryptid animals that did not make sense. My mother, visions of dying people in her kitchen, and voices from beyond instructing her to do bad things, to not trust her family, etc. This would wind up driving her mostly insane, as she remains today. :( My older sister heard many disembodied voices over her time at home, and my younger sister claims to have been involved in attempting to summon an incubus, among other shared events involving something akin to a sludge entity. I am not surprised or angered by the incubus thing, simply knowing the massive paranormal blanket that seems to have been laid over our childhood home. The home is fairly new, built in the late 90's. The property, however, is very full of history. The site was once home to a garbage dump for farms in the area through the 19th century. As a result, the land was sold for a good price to my father, who wound up clear-cutting the lot and preparing it for construction. In the process of clearing out the brush, it became evident that this wasn't just a dump, but also a place where many dead animals were brought to... Rot, apparently; We discovered more than just a few skulls, femurs, and various other skeletal bits less than 6 feet under. I was very young, but I remember the amount of mostly cow bones being found was surprising, even knowing the history of the location. I just found this website, and it's exciting for me, because I want to see if anyone else from my area has mentioned anything like this on here. And, if not, perhaps my posting this will be a welcome change of pace for an otherwise unacknowledged paranormal hotspot. Lake Willoughby is regarded by many as just plain mystical. It's formation is even the subject of spirited research, and research has continued to this day. My parents were Coastguardsmen, and as a young couple, went diving in this lake. This is no small feat. Lake Willoughby is one of the deepest lakes in New England, even though it's so small. The reason for that is the bottom is incredibly craggy, and uneven. There is no true lakebed towards the center.... Just a field of large, rocky, stalagmite structures. Sonar imaging proves this. The true "depth" is not really known as a result, just approximations. Westmore is a deeply mystical and mysterious place, with what many people regard as a pervasive, dark energy that runs through the land. Some people consider the lake to be a portal, although by observing known leylines and meridians that typically indicate some kind of energetic "weirdness" to an area, it doesn't seem to have any nearby. I have several stories to elaborate on. These are mostly my own and my father's stories that he's no longer here to tell. 4 of my fathers, several of my own, and then local lore to follow it. It is quickly becoming the murky, heady, and foamy nonsense of legend as time and experience separates me from this mystical place further and further.... A few things to those intrepid enough to seek this place out: 1. This is private property. The Willoughby State forest is open to the public, but this is protected land and limited on what can be done on the land. My property is quite obviously private property. Trespassing can and many times will result in penalization, fines, potential jail time, and worst case scenario, you will be shot until dead by my mother, or her mother. If that isn't enough to keep you out; 2. The terrain is fairly extreme. Our property sits less than a mile from the Willoughby "shoreline". I say that in quotations because the "sides" of the lake, ie the points between the two main beaches, North beach and South Beach, are mostly sheer drop offs, just shy of cliffs ranging from 10 to 100's of feet of near vertical drops. The land directly above these drops is very craggy, full of small ravines, thick brush, vernal pools, and all sorts of mud. It is beyond being difficult to navigate; it takes luck, strength, skill and preferably a lighter frame to truly ford through a lot of this terrain without risking injury. And finally, if that isn't enough; 3. Game animals are less common, while coyotes, fox, and possibly catamount (mtn lion) prowl these areas regularly. I have personally seen and stood down a very large, short-haired cat not even 500 yards from my own house, right past the treeline. Back in 2009. Let alone the many sightings of red fox and the sound of coyote packs wailing in the night, not far in the distance. All of these animals pose very real threats to a person's well being, especially anyone attempting to move under the cover of night....

I was in my office, which was a fully lit 10x10 room with no external walls in the middle of the house. I was playing video games late into the night and had achieved something that felt major at the time. I logged off of the game, absolutely elated, and decided to check my email before going to bed. I had a yeti blue mic on a boom and some nice headphones on. The mic was on, because I had just been playing with a group on discord, and hadn't turned any of it off yet. The mic's gain was pretty high and I keep feedback on to hear myself, but the mic picks up background environmental sounds if the source is close or loud enough. I heard my door creak open behind me and heard heavy breathing. I assumed it was my dog, Lucy, because the cat would occasionally let her out of her room. I was in such a good mood that I just turned around with a smile, ready to invite her in. My dog wasn't there. Instead, only about 6 feet away from me, an ETs head and upper torso peered into the room. It's hand was wrapped around the door's edge as it leaned into the room. It's almond shaped eyes were dark, black pits that inspired deep, deep fear (possibly just because of cognitive dissonance?). It's skin was smooth and grey, with a head shaped like a guitar pick, somewhat hollowed cheeks, and a slightly protruding mouth. There was no distinguishable nose or ears to my memory. The fingers appeared somewhat long. I backed my chair into my desk, trying to evade in a room where the only exit was the door with the entity my reptile brain wanted to escape, saying "no no no" repeatedly with widening eyes. I pressed myself backward into the chair as best as I could, but my fight or flight response kicked in, and realized that flight wasn't an option. I grabbed the nearest thing that I could find, a small hand carved cane from 1934, as a defense tool, and looked back. As I did, those same eyes froze me in place. Then the being withdrew its head and hand slowly, exiting the room, and closing and latching the door behind it. I was in shock. But then I realized that my wife was just across the hall, and my body sprung into action. I opened the door to find her sleeping. She turned over, barely awake from me flying into the room with a phone flashlight, and asked "what are you doing?" She hated having her sleep disrupted, but I had to check the room. I asked her if she had seen or heard anything (without giving any info), and she said "no." Then rolled back over and fell asleep. I quickly and quietly checked the room to find it empty, and then searched the entire house, including every door and window lock. Empty. No sign of anything. I decided to sleep on the couch just in case it came back, and kept the light on. When I woke up the next day, my wife asked me what all that was about. I told her "I'm not sure if you'd believe me." We had several strange occurrences in this house, from voices that we could both hear coming from our kitchen while lying in bed or human footsteps walking down our hallway, into our room, and next to our bed, to doors that would open or lights that would turn on on their own - right in front of us, with no reasonable explanation. I assumed she'd guess something ghostly or spiritual, because we had wondered if something was roaming our home. But no. She immediately said, not asked, but said "it was an alien, wasn't it." I was flabbergasted. "Why would you say that?" I asked. "I don't know. I just have a feeling, like I just know that's what it is," she replied After that, I had wondered if I just had a one time schizophrenic episode, or a delusion, but I could recall every detail of what I saw very vividly. I questioned my sanity, but also waited for the men in black to show up. Nothing happened. At least not right away... Not long after, my ears started ringing all of the time. I had hearing tests performed, which determined that I have near perfect hearing, and the audiologist determined that I probably had tinnitus. But...when my ears would ring, I would receive messages. They weren't audio-visual or technical, but rather felt like knowledge being dropped into my brain. I called it "knowing." I could correctly predict the time with no context or awareness of it down to the minute. I received knowledge of shapes that I had never seen nor heard of before, but drew out, and later discovered to be something called a merkabah. I was given information that my father in law would fall ill with something serious very soon, and told my wife to cash him a lot. He was hospitalized two weeks later and diagnosed with a terminal illness. I received other information - some pointing back to ancient religions/mysticism, and others warning me of trivial things. I could connect with people, even over the internet, and tell them accurate details about themselves that made them uncomfortable. These weren't vague, like "something big is coming in your future," but very specific, liked "you...live alone, but you're thinking about moving back in with your parents. Sorry, parent. I'm sorry about your dad's heart attack. I can see why that would leave you debating whether or not to move back." The accuracy would freak these internet friends out to the point that they thought I was hacking them (I'm nowhere near capable of hacking into my garage if I forget the code, so there's no way I'm hacking someone's computer). The messages came until I entered a dark night of the soul. The story is surprisingly longer and even more fascinating, with additional witnesses and visual/physical manifestations or thought implanting, but I won't go into that here. That night in my office changed my life. I went from being a somewhat progressive protestant, secure in his faith, and clinging to the idea of conservatism to questioning the very foundations of reality. It's been an interesting ride, and I wouldn't take it back for anything. I feel foolish for having resorted to fight/flight responses, and I would love to meet these beings again under similar circumstances in order to convey my apologies for our last meeting and gratitude for everything they've given me. I hope it happens some day, but it's now 3.5 years later, and despite many invitations, I haven't seen a thing

If you cut your car off and put it in neutral in the bridge it will move. It has been attributed to occult activity since at least the 1970’s.

Large mound of kibble (2 varieties apparent) in the street

An 80000 foot deep hole no one has been able to find.

The Hermitage of Saint Saturnin (Ermida de São Saturnino) is a 12th Century ruined structure situated between Sintra and the sea. It rests on the base of a rocky mount topped by the Peninha Chapel - also known as Chapel of Our Lady of the Rock (Penha), a later structure from the 16th century. In 1918, a Romantic Revival residence was added to the complex by a wealthy landowner called António Carvalho Monteiro, who also owned the Regaleira Estate near the centre of the village of Sintra, rumoured to be part of local Masonic Lodges and aware of the location of the Holy Grail. While visiting this area around 2010, two strange occurrences took place. The first, in the Hermitage, where energy orbs were observable both in digital cameras and the naked eye, paired with a heavy feeling of dread and despair. Inside the Hermitage, there was also a burnt carcass of a goat hanging from the ceiling. The second ocurrence took place inside the Peninha Chapel, where I met a local guide who explained the history of the site and indicated that the Holy Grail's resting place was indeed somewhere tucked under the rocks under this very Chapel. Visiting the location a second time in the following week, upon relaying the occurrence to a second guide outside the Chapel, they guaranteed that the building had been closed for months and no one had been inside other than for maintenance.

The Stiperstones is a place that is synonymous with the Devil. Here amongst the hills, stands an imposing rocky outcrop, known locally as the Devil’s Chair. It is said that the Devil was heading back through the hills, after spending some time in Ireland. He carried large stones, in his apron pocket, which he was planning to use to fill up a valley known as Hells Gutter, which was not far from the area. Hell's Gutter was believed to be a direct gateway to hell, and the Devil was fed up with people wandering into his domain! However, as one can imagine, carrying stones comes with its own set of challenges. It had been a long journey and he was beginning to feel the strain. Quite suddenly, His apron strings snapped, scattering the stones around him. One of these stones stands out far more than the others, and the Devil uses this for his chair. The Devil uses this chair as an outpost to watch over the whole of the country and tries to force the stone back down into the earth. When he succeeds, it will bring about the fall of England. It is generally believed to be a dangerous place, particularly on the longest night of the year. This is when the devil sits and calls forth all the counties’ followers, Witches, Warlocks, and cruel spirits, to judge their misdeeds, as they partake in the most important black mass of the year, culminating in the election of the king of Evil for the following year.

The Stiperstones is said to be home to six birds, who whistle a beautiful song in perfect unison. However, if a seventh bird joins their song, its a sure sign the end of times is near.

Every night thousands of crows fly from Seattle and Renton and nearby cities down to rest in Kent. I don't actually know if they roost for the night because I've never been able to figure out where they sleep. Large groups of them hang out in parking lots and on top of buildings. They silently watch everything and pick through the dumpsters for snacks. They are highly intelligent and remember people for decades, so I wonder if they're sharing information with each other when they convene, plotting world takeover.

In a back street behind some shops, a cabbage inexplicably placed in an almost perfectly cabbage-sized hollow in a wall. An offering to some vegetable-loving entity? It has since disappeared.

I walked down to the train station after work and noticed a line of small dark red apples placed on one of the silver ramp holders on the platform. I wanted so badly to take an apple home, but I didn't want to disturb the set-up.

On my way up to Chena Hot Springs near Fairbanks, Alaska I saw several strangely shaped creatures in the dense woods next to the road. The road itself is very spooky because it is so isolated, there are rarely other cars on the road and NO homes or signs of "civilization" for miles and miles. What I saw looked like a giraffe in leg shape and length, but the head was more of a Buffalo or bison shape. Like a horn-less buffalo with really long spindly legs. Dark brown fur or hair was very short like a horse. Very strange, unlike anything I have ever seen in real life or books. My fiancé was with me and did not see it any of the times I did, and we did NOT want to stop and explore on this desolate mountain road. I assume its a spiritual entity like a land spirit or residual energy of an extinct animal rather than a flesh and bone creature. But who knows? Weirder things have existed.

When I was a kid I had what my parents thought was an imaginary friend named John. Turns out a guy named John built the cabin we lived in about 50 years earlier. I don't remember John in any detail but to me he was real. He just looked like an average guy to me, like my dad or uncles. When I go back now as an adults I get very uneasy feelings like people are watching me or standing right behind me. No one is ever there when I turn to look. I have experienced a lot of paranormal weirdness in my life and this is one of the only places I've been afraid. I don't think John is negative but I do think there are other negative things around the area.

A family member of mine lives near this trail that shortcuts through a residential neighborhood. Most of the people that use this unofficial trail are house-less just going about their business and not making any trouble. At night when no one is on the trail I have heard talking and laughing, sounds like partying. This happens most nights I have been there. Except no one is there. I've gone and verified myself, the noise quieted when I went closer. That chilled me to the bone. I assume it's ghosts but maybe it's faeries having their Night March? Idk.

Between 2016 and 2019 I worked in the church nursery, which required me to be alone in the basement pretty frequently. On multiple occasions I have seen shadows move through doorways, heard whispers of unintelligible words, and felt the presence of many people around me when I was clearly alone. There's a basement chapel where they keep cremated remains of church members that wanted to be laid to rest there. The one time I went in to the chapel it felt like when I enter a cemetery. I got a clear message through my body and head that this was a place of rest and that I was not welcome at that time. I quickly left! I never felt in danger or truly scared but there is a lot of activity.

This took place at my old Somerville place. I rented a room with several other people on the 2nd floor. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there. Anyways, one day at work one of my supervisors gave me a deer skull with antlers. She had rescued it from a dumpster across the country some time ago and randomly felt compelled to give it to me. I was very happy to take it and promptly put it on my altar. I don't remember exactly when, but maybe about a few days to a week later something weird happened: I woke up in the middle of the night to find the deer skull FLOATING about 2-3' off the altar. I stared at it like, "whaaaat?" and then a few seconds later it carefully lowered back down onto the altar. It made no sound and did not move anything else on the altar. The next day I mentioned the experience to a psychic. They told me, "there's a bullet hole in the skull and the skull was moved across the country? The deer is probably lost and confused." Apparently the deer spirit knew coming to me could help it. I was supposed to bring it back to the woods. So I took the skull on a little trip to the woods. I walked a ways in to find a quiet and secluded location. There was a nice little space under a fallen tree that seemed appropriate. I placed the deer skull in there with a couple crystals and herbs to help the deer spirit find its way home, said a few prayers, and left. That was the end of that experience.

One night my wife and I left her parents’ houses and traveled route 140 to get home. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but I do remember we were joking and laughing. Mid laugh, I caught a glimpse of an odd truck parked at the entrance of the UPS distribution warehouse. It stuck out to me because although it was dark, it seemed to be a really old, beat-up pickup truck with wooden structure built on the bed. It’s lights were off and it was parked facing the road which also stuck out because that lot has an entrance and an exit, so he was faced the wrong way. It gave me enough of a vibe that my previous elated mood dropped a peg or two; it sort of reminded me of the truck from the awful movie Jeepers Creepers. It would have been easy enough to shake off and forget about, but we were less than half a mile from where I saw it when I suddenly realized it was tailgating me. It still had no headlights on, but the read of my rear lights was reflecting off the grill which was mere feet from my rear bumper. Now my wife and I were both very freaked out. I sped up but he kept right up with me. My mind raced wondering what kind of psycho would be driving that close behind me at night with no lights on. I decided that, knowing a traffic light was ahead, I would slow down until the light turned yellow and then gun it through the intersection leaving him at the red light. I did this, and it seemed to work- but my victory lap was short-lived because in the space of 30 seconds he was again about a foot or two from the trunk of my car! As I approached Main Street in Shrewsbury, my last ditch effort was to get into the left turn only lane and fake a left turn, then cut the wheel and continue straight on 140. This actually did work as he continued left and I sped off towards the highway. I spent the rest of the drive home keeping a close eye on my rear view mirror, but didn’t see the truck again. It was a harrowing ride and I was a bit shaken by it- what was the point of any of that? Who was driving that truck? Whatever the case I hope to never be chased by it again.

The Darwin Shopping centre is in the heart of Shrewsbury town. During the construction of the building, a rather tragic ghost was unearthed. The builders began hearing strange, unexplained noises. They felt uneasy in certain areas of the construction site. Then, she began to manifest. The builders on the night shift began to report sightings of a young milkmaid, carrying with her a yolk and pail. She would walk around the building site, as if in a trance and repeat - “Weight and measure sold I ever, Milk and water sold I never” Again, and again and again. When they would approach her, she would disappear. This unnerved the men so much that several refused to carry out the work. When this apparition was looked into, it was discovered that there had been a milkmaid sentenced to death in 1600 for supposedly selling watered down milk. She had pleaded her innocence throughout the short trial and vowed to haunt the spot to prove herself free from wrong. Perhaps she was trying to get the builders on her side, in hope she could finally clear her name.

The battle of Shrewsbury was an important event in British history for a number of reasons. It was the first battle in which English archers fought each other on English soil, and it solidified the effectiveness of the Longbow, as well as ending the Percy threat to King Henry IV of England. It was also the sight of much death. Indeed, chroniclers argued that it was one of the bloodiest battles ever fought on English Soil, and though difficult to predict decisively it’s a fair estimate that anywhere around 3000 casualties lost their lives on that field. Such a scale of loss cannot leave the land unmarked, and many found themselves in a mass grave, not too far from the scene. And, a mere 2 years after the battle, the dead were seen again. There are a number of accounts of ghostly sightings, of ethereal groups of men, women and children moving across the battlefield, only to disappear into the mists. There have also been modern day sightings of similar entities, as well as solitary apparitions still wandering that bloodstained battlefield, Sounds of battle are also reported, the clattering of sword on shield, thunder of horses hooves and cries of men.

I had been struggling with a medical malady that doctors couldn't quite get to the bottom of, and that day I had recently listened to a podcast about healing vortices. I found the concept and terminology a bit woo even for my taste, so I was being slightly tongue-in-cheek when I asked Randonaut for a "healing vortex" but I was open to anything at that point. The pin dropped not far from my house, in what looked on the map to be a forested area, but when I arrived I saw there is a path leading off the road into the woods, straight towards the pin, so in a went. To the right there is a small stream/creek and going a little ways in, right by the Randonaut pin I encountered a small pond on the left of the path. I could see that normally this was a runoff ditch that would pass through a tube under the path and drain into the creek on the other side, but at the time the tube was clogged up by dirt and debris and only a small amount was making its way under. The result was a small persistent standing whirlpool in the pond, also known in fluid dynamics as... a vortex! I sat and watched it and meditated with it (hey I was feeling hopeful) for nearly an hour, and took some short videos which I still have, before moving on to explore the rest of this secret little wooded glade (which I've since had some other weird experiences in). I unfortunately can't say I was properly healed, but I can't deny that I asked Randonaut for a vortex and it brought me to a literal vortex. [video width="1280" height="720" mp4="https://liminal.earth/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/20210304_162008.mp4"][/video]

One time was driving with 2 close friends from Morgantown, WV to Pittsburgh, PA. This is about 70 miles, normally takes about 90 minutes total travel time with traffic etc. Friend A & I left from Morgantown & went to Dunkard (near Bobtown) to pick up Friend B for the journey, which he had made dozens of times, if not more, for a monthly movie night. We had many times driven through Bobtown, a nearby unincorporated coal town, for its creepy ambiance on our night drives. This night was particularly overcast & foggy so we decided to keep with that tradition, stay off the highway, and take the longer, spookier route to Pittsburgh. So we set off from Friend B's house through Bobtown, one of us commenting that perhaps we were in the mists of Ravenloft, as the fog had suddenly become very dense! We proceeded through the town slowly, noting the almost false-seeming stillness of the town and soon after emerged.... right outside Pittsburgh. None of us has ever been able to explain how we passed through 50ish miles of terrain in under 20 minutes (the car's clock, and our phones' timekeeping abilities confirmed that very little time had passed). None of us has memory of a shortcut or other detour and we all fully expected nearly an hour of driving. Somehow we went through Bobtown and skipped an hour of travel and a great distance in its fog. NB: The Allegheny mountains and the fact that we were in a '94 Nissan Sentra *really* make this whole thing make less sense. Even if I had been speeding, there's NO way I could have made that kind of time for that trip. Absolutely bananas. Weirdly, to this day I often have dreams about Bobtown, or about going there. It was never our destination, I don't think I've ever even stopped there.

I grew up, among other places, in Stillwater, Oklahoma. As a teenager, I was out one night, just rambling East bound on W. Lakeview Road, a disaffected youth, with their disaffected friends looking for mischief that we were sure to find near the Tumbleweed Dance Hall. “The Weed” is an iconic country western bar, full of shit-kickers and rednecks that might give a teenager a long neck after closing time. While the area is more developed today, it was solidly “the country” then, even if it was technically just outside of the city limits of that big cow town. Giant jacked up pick up trucks, with pipes and stacks that bellowed black smoke were common sights and sounds as they dangerously sped up and down those roads. However, when one of these wasn’t passing it was quiet enough that you would hear even a more modest vehicle coming from miles away. My friends and I had just made it over the top of a hill, when the blinding headlights and roaring engine of one of these trucks snuck up behind us! We all jumped off the road into the ditches, so surprised by the impossible appearance of such a thundering vehicle! The truck never passed though! The headlights and engine sounds just cut out. It was dead quiet except for the hollering in the distance by The Weed. We all ran back to the top of the hill as fast as our legs would take us and looked West down the road. There was absolutely nothing there! We were all thinking it, but nobody wanted to say it. Were we just visited by a phantom truck? At once we started an ad-hoc investigation. County Road 3290 was too far West for the vehicle to have coasted back down the hill with its lights cut in neutral, and the only other turn offs were into private residences that we knew the owners of and were either gated, or we trespassed on immediately in order to see if it could have possibly turned off. We found nothing and checked in with the neighbors the next day. Our only conclusion was that we had seen a bona fide phantom lifted truck; it’s passengers probably on their way to The Weed for a cold beer, calf fry, and some good ol’ fashioned two steppin’!

I was sitting on a bench in the park, just people watching. I remember the people started thinning out as the sun got ready to set. It was during that few moments of golden light before the sun sets. I saw movement in my peripheral and turned to see… a bird. That is what my brain first told me, but then my brain had a short millisecond argument with itself trying to categorize and define what it saw. It was a bird. No, it was a squirrel. No, you saw tiny bare feet and a hand holding a twig or staff or??? It was not a squirrel. It was a tiny man wearing a squirrel pelt. By the time I reached that thought, it was gone. On a similar note, few months later about a mile away on Highland street, I had another strange squirrel encounter. This was definitely a squirrel, I think, but it made me think about the little man. I was headed down Highland toward Barnett Avenue. Park and fire station on my right and a cemetery on my left. I saw a squirrel in the road trying to move something. I slowed to let it get out of the street and watched it grab a dead squirrel, it’s hands holding the dead squirrels hands and it pulled it out of the street and up into the bushes.

I’d lived in Medford for 38 years when this happened. Definitely know the area well, not a large place. I was on my way home from getting gas when I noticed a large number of buzzards circling the air currents pretty high up about 2-3 blocks ahead. There were a lot of them, 40-50, and they were circling in almost a tornado like pattern. I was driving a ‘96 Jeep Cherokee, old style odometer and gas meter, I had to roll the windows by hand. I noticed my gas gauge was on empty and my odometer had flattened to zero even though I was going a little over 20. I pulled over to see what was up. These gauges corrected and flattened several times, then seemed to go back to normal. I continued on my way, but quickly realized I didn’t know where I was. Nothing looked familiar. The street signs were right, but nothing looked familiar. I drove in big squares, turning left at each cross street, but nothing looked right. Mind you, even if I wasn’t familiar with this area, I shouldn’t have gotten lost. Within a turn or two I should have dumped out on one of our main streets. Again, the names were right, just not the place. I could see the birds circling the whole time. Just as I was thinking I should stop somewhere and call home (didn’t own a cell phone yet), I noticed the birds flying off to the east. I looked around and things were back to normal. What should have been a 30 minute trip for gas took me almost an hour and a half. I’ve driven those streets many times since and nothing strange has happened.

Paranormal objects seen in the sky

We take Our daughter to Marvista park in Normandy Park almost every weekend. One day we were walking around and noticed a ton of crows in a tree. My wife told my daughter to “Look at all of the crows”. This woman with black and purple hair overheard us and told us that she had been training them for the past 18 months. She then proceeded to tell us to watch her when she left, for a “show”. We dismissed her for a minute and thought to ourselves “ok…….” But then, sure enough, she got in her car and about 30-50 crows followed her to the nearest tree. As she drove off, they all followed her. Flying right above her car, down the street as far as we could see. She was gone for about 5-10 minutes when I went to go put my daughter’s bike into our car. I noticed her drive by again. The crows were still following her! flying above the car. Her head was hanging out of the window, talking to them

On top of a mountain in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont is a decommissioned AFB and radar station. My partner and our two friends spent the night on the roof of one of the still-intact towers and watched the skies for several hours. We'd been told by the landowner (we met randomly on the way up) that the place is known to be haunted, full of UFO activity, and even on the ground some strange things have been reported. The man was friendly and welcoming and encouraged us to look up. As the night finally got dark in the middle of that June evening, the stars came out, and so did something else. White and glowing just brighter than the surrounding stars, two different lights blinked above us and moved at right angles throughout the sky. The blinking wasn't any sort of pattern and seemed random, and as soon as one would appear it would blink a bit, move one way and then 90 degree it another before blinking out. This went on for several minutes before we were too exhausted to carry on, but the place has a reputation for all manner of bizarre sky activity and that being up on the tower roofs makes one an easier target for *whatever's out there*. We're lucky for what we witnessed.

I lived about 15km away from this small town for most of my life. Lots of old buildings, some more or less abandoned that looked stuck in the past. The weirdest part is probably the Church. It used to be two buildings, a church and a chapel next to each other, but one day a lightning struck the bell tower, not only that but the roof also. collapsed soon after due to poor maintenance. (No casualties at all thankfully) During the reconstruction it was decided to merge the two buildings into one (you can actually see it with one of the doors being placed in a narrow space which the two building merged). The strangest part is that the church's unusual shape make it face both the East like it should normally do but also the South. Moreover, there is a few houses placed like an isle near the church, one of them used to make it difficult to get around the building with a car, but after the owner passed away it was bought by the town and destroyed. There's a lot of things like that going on in this town that would take time to get to, but what I mean is... Something is feeling off since a few days. I had a very blurry dream with some kind of human sized doll, like an animatronic or such roaming the Main Street. I cannot remember anything clear about it, but now the whole town feels very odd. Even a thousand of kilometers away I have this restless feeling this entity is there. It's not even aggressive, it just seem to lurk inside those few buildings linked to the past.

The Bothell House aka The Bothell Hell House - the house Keith Linder and Tina Davis moved into May 1st, 2012. Keith Linder after successfully obtaining a management position at a prestigious healthcare company decides the time is right for him and his girlfriend to move in together. Weird things begin to happen within days of moving into the modern suburban home. What the Australian Institute of Parapsychology describes as the most frightening poltergeist event in the 21st Century. Spontaneous fires, large, medium, and small objects thrown. Loud bangs, shadowy figures, apparition sightings, water puddles, inexplicable wall writings are just a snippet of what this couple witnessed and lived through. Submitted by Keith Linder

Back in high school, I would spend a lot of the evenings cruising the backroads with friends. Grindcore music, blasting. This particular time, it has just turned dark out. We had been driving for a while, as one of our favorite bands released a new album (it was customary to listen to the entire thing while out on a drive). Mind you, we weren't driving slow either. Metal music, fast cars. Goes hand in hand. Soon, we see headlights in the rearview mirror. I turn around, and this car is quickly approaching us. Like...too quickly. The driver of this trailing vehicle started blaring the horn. BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEP! Is this an emergency? Or are they seriously road raging out right now? Whatever the case, the driver of our vehicle finds a semi-safe place to pull off the road, fearing being rear-ended or eating the ditch. Here's where it gets really strange: no car passes us. The bright lights? Gone. Horn? Silence. We're puzzled. The driver decides to backtrack, worried the other driver may have wrecked. Luckily, we had a spotlight in the backseat. We slowly creep down the road, checking the ditches and driveways. Nothing. The driver decides to then turn around once more, and quickly gains speed toward the place we pulled over. As we pass it, we accelerate even higher in speed. We want to try and catch up, just in case the car happened to pass us with their lights out/horn off (even though having both operating for seconds prior). We found nothing.

I was driving West on hwy 169 near Nashwauk, on my way back from Grand Rapids. It was close to 3am I wasn't alone, there was someone with me in the front passenger seat. It was a stretch of road near where a pipeline passes over the road. We were the only car on the road, when I saw lights appear in my rear view mirror. They were dimmer than car headlights and further apart horizontally. They approached closer, and we just kept checking the mirrors. It followed for maybe a minute. Then rose straight up and disappeared. It was dark, we saw no shape to what it was, only the lights.

In March of 2012, my now husband and I were returning from a family friend's wedding. It was late evening, dark out, around 8pm. We were happily chatting about the weekend we'd just had, and our plans after we returned home with the radio quietly playing in the background. We crossed the bridge and blinked. Suddenly there was a different car in front of us, the radio was off, and we were on the wrong side of the bridge, approaching it to be crossed again. When we turned the radio back on to break our now terrified and confused silence, 30 minutes had elapsed in a time that felt like seconds to us. We didn't know what to do other than continue on. As we neared the town we were living in at the time, the car died. The brand new car battery that had been replaced less than 6 months before that was fried, an acrid smoky smell emitting from it. To this day, we have no idea what happened, and ever since, we avoid that bridge during the night.

I was no more than 5. I was watching TV. My mom came in to ask me what type of sandwich I wanted. After I told her I changed my mind and hopped off the rocking chair and went into the kitchen. I saw her making my lunch and I tried to tell her what I wanted (NOT chunky peanut butter). She ignored me. . MOM! MOM! I wasn't scared just confused. She walked right past me and I followed her to the living room still trying to get her attention. She moved into the living room...and I saw me! I saw me sitting in the rocking chair! Immediately I hear a loud pop/swosh and I was back inside my body. I tried to tell her but she dismissed me.

Recently I have been noticing cash showing up in a specific desk drawer of mine. I don't have any means of getting cash. As soon as I get my paycheck I deposit it and that's that. It's always weird dollar amounts like a 5 and a few 1's. I live in an old funeral home and have had many paranormal encounters. I hear footsteps, feel like I'm being watched. Weird smells, temperature changes. So I named whoever is giving me this money "Mortimer the cash ghost."

This historic Victorian home is on the grounds of the Heritage Museum or Orange County. Built in 1898 by Hiram Clay Kellogg for his second wife Helen Kellogg, this house was also where Helen died. The museum staff and other visitors believe that Helen never actually left the house after she passed. There have also been reports of ghost children in the house as well as a man that appears from time to time. As a tour docent there, I personally witnessed a grandfather clock start up with no warning, felt a lot of intense energy, had numerous synchronicities, seen photos guests have taken of anomalies, and hear unexplained sounds in the house.

One morning I did this remote viewing exercise. I ran through the steps, sending love to my kids and spouse, also trying to RV him. At the end I got distracted, and transitioned into pondering meditation. I was wondering if I needed to open some door to the spirit world to hear from her. I didn’t know I was supposed to end my RV session. I started work, and within 15 minutes, I had a significant disturbance to my computer, and there was an EVP that came from my wired headset. I didn’t hear the spirits call until I replayed the video that night.... I’m not sure if this was actually my sister or I attracted a spirit when I did the remote broadcasting portion of the exercise.

I’m a paranormal researcher who took a course in Parapsychology at an Indiana University. I stuck with the group that hosted the course to continue doing research on all things woo woo for a few years after. At my 2nd time to collect data at this location, we got an extra woo woo occurrence. We were doing an EVP session. 3 of us were sitting on the bed in a room that belonged to a little girl who passed in the home. Visitors often left dolls for the spirit of the girl. I’m a hopeful skeptic of most haunt phenomena, but that night left me in serious “ghosts are real” mode. We had checked all of the dolls and set them aside to be sure none of them were going to ruin our data set or were hoax planted dolls by this location. None of them were motion activated. As we went through our EVP protocol in a session, a halfway deflated beach ball fell off the bed post and scared us pretty badly. That’s not the weird part. We got it set back up, shook the posts with the ball on it and couldn’t make it fall without touching it, and tried to recreate how it fell on our multiple camera set up. After giving up and resetting the ball, we got the EVP protocol going again with the same three of us on the bed, again, not touching anything. We have this on multiple cameras from multiple angles, along with Our tests before and after it fell. We let everything settle for about 10 minutes before going back to asking EVP questions. I called out “if the same thing that made the ball fall is still here, could you please let us know by making a sound?” to the air. Another 30 seconds passed in silence. Then one of the dolls across the room in the pile of dolls we had checked let out a horrifying battery drained laugh. The three of us on the bed were reasonably scared at that point. And got up to walk out of the room and the facilitator of the research group met us in the doorway of this bedroom after seeing us scared and hearing the doll from downstairs. He escorted us out of the room, and as we were leaving the room and going down the hallway, we heard another horrifying moan. It sounded, in person, like a zombie movie moan. One of our recorders actually picked up the sound, and when played back, it sounds like a Chewbacca growl. To this day, years after the event, each time we have gone to this location we have been able to provoke some level of pk activity or EVPs have been present. Now I’m not sure if I believe a ghost did it or if one of us has some psychokinesis ability and manifested it, or what on earth it could have been, but it was definitely one of the strangest moments in my adult life, and we have it recorded as close to a lab setting as you can get to in a fieldwork environment. Multiple stationary cameras. Multiple stationary recorders. Multiple witnesses in the room and watching live on our base camp DVR setup. VIDEOS: Chewbacca EVP Falling Dolls

As a child I had what my parents and grandparents called my 'imaginary friends'. Two of them. I had a speech impediment and called them Heeb and Hoob. The thing about them though, is that I remember them. I remember seeing them. I only ever saw them at my paternal grandparents' house. They were two elderly men that dressed in what I think of now as golfing outfits- plaid pants with creases, collared shirts and one was wearing a sweater vest. One of them looked sort of like Bing Crosby, with the kind of sad eyes.

Thailand is chock full of ghosts, like in every tree, and on every street corner but Mae Nak i.e. "Lady Nak" is the most famous one in my neighborhood. She has her own shrine. And her own Wikipedia page! https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mae_Nak_Phra_Khanong She is worshiped as a local deity by the people of Phra Khanong.

I was a kid at the time, and me and my family were in the car traveling somewhere. As I'm bored I look out the window when we're at some traffic lights and see this old man next to a bus stop. He looks like he's walking but he just, isn't. He's frozen there, like he got stuck in time when he was trying to walk somewhere. It wouldn't be too weird if it was for a few seconds but he was just frozen in place mid walk for over a minute. I was just staring at him the whole time and he didn't move at all. He didn't move even when our car drove away. I was and still am so, so confused about what was going on there, it's like the man was stuck in time.

I moved in with my dad after high school. He had a condo in Westlake Village, CA. I had a lot of weird experiences there so there are a few mini stories here. He had vaulted ceilings and I would often lay on the couch and read but I always had a strong feeling like someone or something was watching me from above and I would have to stop and look up to check. One of the times a spider crawled across my chest immediately afterward and I no longer chose to read on the couch. There was a clubhouse at the condominiums with a large pool and hot tub, a gym and a game room. We often snuck into the pool and hot tub at night and everyone would say the clubhouse was haunted. I thought I saw the curtains move once, but it could’ve been a trick of the steam from the hot tub. My brothers band rented the building out to have a show one night so I helped to set up. I was in the tiny kitchen area stocking the fridge as my brother and his friend brought in the food and drinks. There was a pool table and some chairs in the room just outside the kitchen. I grabbed some sodas from my brothers friend and turned around to put them in the fridge as he went back outside to get more and when I turned back around all of the chairs were stacked in a tower on the pool table. At first I thought my brother and his friends were playing a prank on me but they weren’t on the room and there’s no way anyone could have stacked those as quickly and quietly and precariously without me seeing. My back was only turned for a few seconds. They came back inside and asked if I did that. I was like no but I’m done setting up, I’ll be outside ? I would often stay up late on the computer and talk to my friends back home in Maine while my brother slept on the couch. One of these nights I heard a loud crashing in the kitchen like every pot and pan and dish fell out of the cabinets and crashed onto the floor. My dad was asleep and would be mad if I was up on the computer and this was so loud and startling I jumped up and looked over at my brother to see his reaction. He was still asleep. I stood frozen for a min to see if my dad would come out. Silence. And then my dad snoring. I walked into the kitchen to see the damage wondering how I would pick everything up quietly. Nothing was out of place. Not one thing. Another day I was alone in the condo as my brother and father were both at work. I stood in the bathroom mirror putting my makeup on for the day. The bathroom door was open and we have a linen closet across the hall from the bathroom that was ajar. I am facing the door as I put on my makeup. It wasn’t a particularly hot day so the ac wasn’t on and I had only just got up so I hadn’t opened any windows either. But I noticed the linen closet door start to move. It very slowly swayed back and forth about an inch or two. I froze mid eyeliner stroke and stared. My blood turned to ice bc I was trapped. I knew I’d have to walk right to the moving door to get out of the bathroom. I gathered my courage and threw down the eyeliner, slammed the linen door shut and tan out of the house to my friend’s condo on the other side of the complex. And the last thing that happened there and would happen quite often was that my blankets would be pulled at night. Verrrry slowly the would be pulled back and forth over me from right to left. That was the scariest of all. I would lay completely still and hold my breath in case somehow I was moving them. No. I would pretend to be asleep and roll over very exaggeratedly and tuck the blankets between my legs or pretend I just woke up and turn the light on to read. It was terrifying. Neither my dad or my brother experienced any of this.

I worked as a master control operator for WNIN when it was in this building. As the weekend guy it was also my job to open up for the radio readers on the weekend. Some times there was no volunteers to read over the radio so I know no one was supposed to be in the building. I was walking to my office on the second floor when I heard whispering and chatter upstairs on the third floor. Had a strong feeling of being watched which was usual for that place and upon investigation no one was in the building other than myself. Lots of weird happenings in this building.

Nature Spirits There's an area at the upper parking lot entrance where I work and where the few smokers go on their breaks. On quite a few of occasions when I'm alone up there, especially the mornings, I've sensed nature spirits in the area that weren't so happy that the smokers toss their butts into the street and sewer drain nearby . On the first few occasions that I sensed this I told them I'd always pick up after myself. I also regularly acknowledge them when I feel they're around. Just a little "hey, what's up guys?" kind of thing. The past week or so the amount of trash accumulating around there had been nagging me. Around mid-afternoon today I took a smoke break and took an empty box and trash-picker to clean up the area. As I was picking up the mess I apologized out loud to any listening spirits that I was sorry that people are such pigs. I finished up and started walking back down to work when something sparkly in the grass strip caught my eye. Now this is an area where there is little to no foot traffic and only a couple automotive technicians (and me) take smoke breaks M-F during the work day. It's not a common pedestrian area where someone walking by with a crystal in their pocket or purse might drop or lose it. Hell, I'm the only weird one in a place of 100ish people or so who carries crystals/stones/talismans/etc lol. The thing most interesting to me is it had dirt on and embedded in it like something you might find naturally near a creek bed or some rocky area. Pics are a few minutes after finding it and then when I cleaned it up a bit when I got home this evening. I felt a sense of ambient happiness seconds after I found it (well, just after the initial WTF moment lol) and gave a heartfelt "thank you" to the nearby spirits for the gift.

September 27th, 2020 was strange; my spouse (we had been married two months) and I left to go pick up my two unsold paintings from the Art on the Divide Cooperative Gallery that is about an hours drive from my house. I left at 2:45pm... And arrived at the gallery at 3pm... Which should be impossible. We both checked the time, and our trip up the hill wasn't hasty ether; we had even stopped at the gas station in Lotus and purchased peach rings So I'm in Georgetown where there is little to do, so I go to the cemetery to visit my in-laws and my best friend's brother's plots there. I used to visit the cemetery every Halloween with my childhood bestie for context- I should know where things are. I couldn't find Joe and Marta's headstones: I remember them being right next to the gate and being incredibly easy to find. I searched for that entire extra hour and never found them, even though they should have been right there, by the main path. Who we did find was my spouse's great Aunt Alice's headstone. That was cool because my wedding ring was made with diamonds from her wedding ring. Finding Alice was cool, but after a hot sweaty hour of wandering the cemetery, I felt cosmically messed with. So um... You know how we found Alice's headstone? I found out that Alice (Webb)'s tombstone isn't in the Georgetown cemetery. According to my mother-in-law, she is buried somewhere in Nevada....

The dream begins at dusk time. I am reading a book to my son in bed and we are in the upstairs of a house I don’t know. The room is big and open with old fashioned windows all along one wall. All the furnishings and decor give it a modern yet victorian/antiquey feeling. The bed is parallel to the window with sheer white curtains against the wall. As we are reading, something outside catches my eye and I see a small spell sized candle that looked like a 6 sided light grey smokey quartz crystal in a gold holder burning and floating by the window. I point it out to my son and we are intrigued by it and continue to watch it. It is tapping the holder part on the glass in a morse code style. I don’t understand what it is saying so I open the window to let it in. It keeps floating near us and the flame keeps going out then coming back on. I am still trying to figure out what it is trying to tell me and I notice a man and a woman at the other end of the room. They have tarot cards and other spell items. I walk over to them and ask if they are going to do a ritual, they say yes then I say you have to wait until I put up some protection. I go about the room doing my protection thing and then when I am done tell them they can resume. I see the candle still floating then a huge black raven swoops into the room and lands on the couch then flies to my shoulder. I felt very excited and the other people seemed frightened. It starts talking very softly in my ear in english. It felt warm and fuzzy and I thought that was not how I expected a bird to feel. It knew my name. I asked if it was Hekate and it said it was a part of her and was talking to me about something I needed to do or some information I needed but I couldn’t make it out clearly. Moments later a black cat with gold eyes appears and also starts talking to me in english. I asked if it was Hekate and it said the same thing as the raven. At this point the animals are talking so fast and I am not understanding what they are saying but I have the feeling it is very important. Then I hear a loud noise coming from the downstairs and I think oh my god what is that? I run downstairs. The raven is still on my shoulder and the cat is following. There is a dark wood door that leads to the outside with a cat door in it. I hear hissing and growling sounds and then a small kitten runs in through the cat door. It is long haired with green eyes, white paws and underbelly and a tabby looking back. I am curious as to what is outside that was making it hiss and run in so fast. Thinking I will see a raccoon or skunk I open the door but instead there is a large black creature staring back at me. It looked like a cross between a panther and a bobcat but with a more humanish face and smooth pointy ears. Immediately I was like oh fuck no you can’t come in here I am at my capacity for weird animal things. I slammed the door shut and started doing some sort of banishing spell but this had no affect on it and it instantly appeared on the inside of the door like physical barriers meant nothing to it. It said the kitten must be sacrificed and started going after the kitten. I was horrified and I wanted to save the kitten and I thought if I could distract it I might be able to save the kitten. We were chasing this thing around the house and the creature was about to pounce on the kitten then I woke up.

From Oregonian newspaper, August 28, 1895, p.8 'On Union avenue, between East Ash and East Burnside streets, there is a well-known barber, who is rapidly acquiring the title of "Goblin Ghost-Slinger." Every few evenings, it is reported, he gathers a few intimate friends in the rear of his barbershop, when he regales them witha. varied assortment of goblins and ghosts. Sometimes a friend wishes to converse with Dan Webster on the tariff question, and the shade of the departed statesman immediately comes forth. Relatives are accommodated with little private talks with departed uncles, aunts, etc. The other evening a gentleman who was present called up the spirit of the missing man, Webber, and the question was asked, "Are you dead?" The table was lifted from the floor and slammed against the ceiling several times, and then came down on the floor with a crash that came near causing a panic. The next question asked was: "Were you drowned in the Willamette river?" There was another fearful rattling of the table, and then quiet was restored. On still further inquiry, the information was obtained that he was murdered and the body was either sunk in the river with stones or buried on Ross Island. In a few days more definite information is confidently expected from the same source. The nerves of those who were present at the seances were seriously shattered. It may well be doubted if they again hold conversation with the departed. The barber grows fatter every day with his contact with the ghostly visitors.'

It was the second night during our stay at the cabins, and everyone was winding down from our barbecue to play a couple rounds of some card games. It was getting really late, and just as one of my uncles was about to take his kids back to their family's cabin, they spotted something in the sky. It looked like a star, and it was about as high up as one, until it started descending slowly. By that point almost everyone (about 10 or so people) had gathered around watching this ball of light make its way down across the road from the cabins. We thought it could've been a drone, but aside from being a heavily forested area with no other buildings, the light took a sudden hard right turn into one of the hills, disappearing from our sight. We didn't see anything like it for the following nights we stayed there.

Yesterday, I was at work by myself in the weld shop about 2:45pm. The weld shop is maybe 60ft x 60ft total. Kinda small. My one coworker had already went home early and the other was in the machining shop talking to another coworker. I was alone. ALL shop fans were off, ALL welding machines were off so it was library quiet. ALL 3 doors to the weld shop were closed tight. It’s very bright in the weld shop due to the floured lights Yet something/someone dark dark green ducked down very QUICKLY behind a portable green Welding Curtain. (attempting to camouflage oneself?) The portable weld curtain is 6ft tall so what I briefly saw had to be about 6 & 1/2 ft tall & was real dark green. Olive drabish. It seemed like it had been peering over the top of the welding curtain (looking my way) as I was walking towards that area then it ducked down behind the welding curtain attempting to hide. Nothing was there though. I rapidly checked the entire small weld shop but I was alone. Yet I know DAMN WELL I saw something tall & dark green move lightning quick in a downward motion ducking behind that welding curtain. This was not out of the corner of my eye, but directly in front of me about 20ft in front of me to be exact. Oddly enough in the last 4-5 days All of the podcast I've been listening to at work are about fourth dimensional beings that phase into our 3-D reality. I know I'm a weird guy I know I listen to weird stuff and entertain weird ideas but this was not in my imagination I was obviously stone sober not tired or hyped up I didn't have scratched up safety glasses on Or metal dust in my eyes there were no noises Nothing fell from the ceiling or tipped over. This wasn't a reflection off of aluminum or cast iron It's a small area it's really well lit. I was alone I didn't feel scared I didn't smell anything strange or feel off or loose track of time. No hair on the back of the neck. Or feelings of dread, I was shocked though once I realized it was not my coworker pranking me. Side note- 3 ! Yes 3 bodies have been found in the Milwaukee river in the last 2.5 years since I’ve been at this job. All 3 bodies have been found in the river that is about 2 blocks from the weld shop I work in. I am very aware of missing 411 cases and am not drawing any conclusions to those cases and what I saw in the weld shop but I do think it’s worth noting. I’ve had odd experiences happening since I was 5. I’m now in my early 50”s. Regardless I'll definitely ramp up the salt and some positive affirmations

I was exploring in the woods and saw a figure in all black (even their face was covered in what looked like a black cloth mask) jogging back and forth between the trees on the trail ahead. As they were heading closer I stepped off the trail to let them pass, but when I did so the path was empty. Figuring they were behind another tree or something I waited for a minute but didn't see a trace of the figure anywhere around where I thought they were. After a few minutes of waiting I decided to keep heading down the trail but didn't see anyone else. After getting back to the trail head I waited in my car at the parking lot to try and see if the "person" I saw would emerge to come to their car, but didn't see anyone matching the description for about a half an hour.

On April 7, 1970, my younger brother rushed home to tell me that a black limousine (Cadillac make) had just jumped the curb at high speed in an attempted hit-and-run along Caldwell Avenue in New Kensington, Pennsylvania as he walked to K-Mart. Our ages were close and folks often mistook us for each other. He was wearing my jacket that day. I was eighteen years old and a senior at Valley High School, an intern announcer at WKPA AM radio, and an investigative researcher of the "flying saucer" phenomenon who was often featured on the Pittsburgh talk show circuit. My primary area of interest involved those mysterious strangers that appeared in the wake of Active Paranormal Events and UFO sightings. These strangers were referred to as the Men in Black or MiB. It would be easy to discount this early research as adolescent imaginings. But adult witnesses, witnesses with no interest or familiarity with the MiB mythology, were privy to many of these visitations and my experiences. In the larger scale of things, I was in contact with other amateur sleuths across the country, investigators of all ages, backgrounds, and levels of expertise. The MiB phenomenon noticed that we noticed it and reacted accordingly. It seemed as if our obsession with UFOs and the unexplained fueled these events. My professional interest in these "MiB" continues to this day.

I was cruising only 5 miles above the speed limit on Highway 20 and saw a dead deer on the side of the road, this deer had a human head with wavy black hair. I was going 75 so I could not snap a pic without getting hurt.

My brother and I were hanging out at the riverwalk which is a long stretch of well-lit trails along the Mississippi when we heard loud growling and strained speech very loudly. I chalked it up to a guy practicing for his death metal band, but the odd thing was that he was doing it near a large body of water where sound could travel. My brother and I kept our distance from the guy thinking he was bad news bears, my brother snuck up near him to understand what he was saying. I was told the guy was talking about Satan so I thought it was a death metal thing, so we got in my car and drove home. On the way home I could swear I still heard the guy growling and moaning like he was just near the car.

This is a multi-part story, but the other parts happen in different locations in Oregon, so I will add those to the map in other submissions. But this particular one centers around a small spiritual book and crystal shop in Grants Pass, OR called "Aquarius Books and Gifts". The name itself was part of a series of synchronicities, so I'm starting a bit in the middle, but here are the key catch ups: A - I was already in contact with and being guided by an entity who had been communicating with me in various ways since October 15, 2011. B - I had never heard of the age of Aquarius mythos other than the song, and that song had been playing in my head regularly leading up to the time I discovered this shop. C - The entity went by many names, and one of them was "Arcturion". It helps if you think of these names as different faces of the same being, each with its own unique energy. I had never to this point heard of the Arcturion or Pleiadian starseed mythos. The first time I passed the quaint little shop, I was moving here from LA, and my 9 year old twins started going nuts, shouting the name of the store over and over again (as if they had ever heard the name Aquarius at this point in their lives). This combined with the song synchronicity sealed the deal that I had to visit this shop. It was a bit later that I was communing with Arcturion, and was told I should go down to this shop and say that I was "Mr. Arcturion". I had a great deal of trepidation and embarrassment surrounding this idea, but ultimately I went ahead with it in a modified way. Rather than confidently stating I was "Mr. Arcturion" I asked the shop proprietors if there were any messages for Mr. Arcturion. They pulled out a ledger full of dates, times and names and asked, "When are you going, sir?" A little afraid of what this might mean, I deflected the question. The owners took me into the back room, played some crystal bowls for me, and then asked when THEY were going. Without missing a beat, I found myself making a circling motion with my index finger around my palm and said, "Between the 20th and 23rd is the window". I found myself returning regularly to Aquarius, and each time I would have an encounter with a stranger who seemed to know something about me that only I could know. There were times when I was asked to channel for strangers. And then one day, the shop owners asked me if I had met "Billorthy" and the Pleidian starseed family. I had not. I was handed a card with an address and a phone number, and immediately set off to the location, having no clue what I would encounter. Billorthy was actually Bill and Dorothy. They and the other Pleiadians were all embodied humans, who had been born the normal way, but had independently woken up and realized they were from another place, and found themselves gathering together in communion. As well, they claimed they knew who I was, though for some reason I was too afraid to ask. What was most strange at this point was that the people and the room itself came very close to matching a lucid dream I had had over a decade prior, and each person there had a passing resemblance to a family member of mine who had passed. I immediately felt powerful energy emanating from one man in particular, and when Bill and Dorothy introduced me, I immediately fell to my knees and began sobbing, because I knew this man inherently as if from a past life. I remembered him as Richard the Lionheart, and myself as having been his squire who had loved him. Without voicing this, Bill and Dorothy validated this by saying he had indeed been king Richard in another life. Bill and Dorothy said they had had the same reaction when they had first met this man (whose name I can't recall). The man bade me stand up, saying, "I am just like you. Don't kneel before me." After this, the group danced and told jokes and stories of ancient Lemuria, and showed me hand signals that supposedly had been used by the Lemurians before human speech had been developed. One of these hand signals was the very same circling of the palm I had done earlier at Aquarius. Then the group brought in outsiders one by one for healings. At least one of the outsiders exclaimed profoundly as she was pulled out of her body, "I'm outside my body!" I sat before them to be healed and felt the powerful energies they wielded, but they said there was nothing wrong with me. At the same time, it felt as if my soul was twisted within me, and aligned with my physical body (this felt really good, and the sensation reminded me of a gummi bear being twisted, but didn't hurt in the slightest). At some point, drums and other instruments were passed around. I didn't plan on joining in, being an introvert, but went ahead and grabbed a painted wooden egg filled with sand. As the drum circle began, I very quickly found myself throat singing, and before long was leading the group in rhythm and chant, as if bidden by an outside force. I felt all of our energies pouring out of us and swirling together in the room ecstatically. The world around me began to fade as if made of pixels (not the first time this happened, but again, those stories are for another time) and our group was replaced by foxes then deer, then wolves, then horses, all racing towards the event horizon of a black hole in the center of the room, but never reaching it, as if this had been us, our family, throughout time. When all of this was over, I felt at peace. It was as if now that we had touched in and gathered together in this life, I would never need to do so again until the next one. It would not be the last time I met the Pleiadians, but again, that's a story and a post for another time.

I have lived at my apartment for around a year at this point and the strangest things have started happening. Ive started to hear and see doors opening and closing inside of my apartment recently, and along with that theres this man, if you want to call him that, looking through my windows near midnight. I can barely make him out because of the darkness, but he looks shadowy and deformed. Recently this has become so much of a problem that ive been seeing him in my dreams.

Spavinaw, OK. Trail of Tears, salt mines, town moved and renamed, conflict between Mormons and Native Americans, civil war, floods, acres of land/forest flooded bc of dam and manmade lake, 20s tourism and crime, birthplace of Mickey mantle

Vinita, OK. Cherokee founded town. Railroad junction. oldest banks in Indian Territory. Masonic lodge No.5. Seat of N district federal court. Mcdonalds location over turnpike, WW2 aviation school, Eastern State Hospital, prison, boarding schools, will rogers memorial rodeo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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