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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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