I was visiting Amsterdam with my family. I don't remember exactly where it happened, but I think it was at Amsterdam Centraal. My brother and I found a place to wait for my mother, who had gone to get a coffee. When she left I felt watched. I looked forward and in the middle of the crowd there was a tall white man wearing a big black coat. And he was coming towards me. I was paralyzed. I was just a kid and I didn't know what to do. I stared at him as he was coming towards me. Until my mother arrived and I was still paralyzed. I looked again at where the man was and he had completely disappeared. Maybe it was a man who was going to kidnap me, or maybe it was just a hallucination. I just know that this event traumatized me.

Estava eu e a minha família indo para Pauba e estávamos no meio da estrada a noite e escura, meu pai estava dorigindo e minha mãe estava na frente e eu e meu irmão no Banco de trás quando o curupira passa correndo na frente do carro todos viram, estacionamos o carro e olhamos para a direção que ele correu e não tinha mas nada ali My family and I were on our way to Pauba, and we were in the middle of the road at night, it was dark. My father was driving, my mother was in the front, and my brother and I were in the back seat when the Curupira ran in front of the car; everyone saw it. We parked the car and looked in the direction where he ran, but there was nothing there anymore.

This is not something I witnessed myself, but I'll describe the event in the first person from his perspective: In the summer of 2023, me and my dad were out fishing on the lake, and it was getting pretty dark. All of a sudden, we saw bright lights rising above the tree line. Whatever it was, it looked huge. If it wasn't the size of a paper mill, it was bigger. I got my phone out and started recording, but the video doesn't do justice compared to seeing it in person. The lights would then descend back below the tree line and disappear.

I was driving at night and there was a lot of wild life but they were froze still and all looking in the same direction and then my lights caught something I’ve never seen and can only describe as a windego with big bright red eyes and it just stood There staring at me while I drove by . Absolutely terrifying.

Estávamos eu, meus irmãos e meu pai cuidando do gado em nosso Rancho que fica localizado em uma montanha aproximadamente 700m em relação ao nível do mar. O Ano era 1998. Por se tratar de um lugar muito alto conseguíamos ver outros montes nas regiões mais baixas, foi quando avistamos símbolos na pastagem em uma propriedade. Os símbolos estavam no pasto, porém era gigantesco era na cor verde escuro e como a cor natural da grama é verde claro ficava muito visível, formava um triangulo gigante e outros quatro triângulos menores ao redor, é como se algo tivesse pousado ali e feito uma marca, o que quer que tenha afetado aquela área foi em grande escala e com geometria perfeita. No dia seguinte fomos até o local, porem de perto não era possível ver e não notamos alterações na grama. Essa marca ficou visível por algum tempo depois foi desaparecendo. Até hoje comentamos sobre o assunto, porém nuca conseguimos descobrir o que causou aquilo. We were there, my brothers, my father, and I, taking care of the cattle on our ranch, which is located on a mountain about 700 meters above sea level. The year was 1998. Because it's such a high place, we could see other hills in the lower regions. That's when we spotted symbols in the pasture on a property. The symbols were in the grass, but they were gigantic, dark green in color, and since the natural color of the grass is light green, they were very visible. They formed a giant triangle with four smaller triangles around it, as if something had landed there and made a mark. Whatever affected that area did so on a large scale and with perfect geometry. The next day we went to the site, but up close, it was not possible to see it, and we did not notice any changes in the grass. This mark remained visible for some time before disappearing. To this day, we talk about it, but we have never been able to find out what caused it.

A mulher concretada na cozinha de casa. Bom... não é segredo pra ninguém que faço algumas investigações em raros casos, onde acho que meus dons podem ajudar. Há alguns anos eu passava um tempo no Mato grosso do sul, na Capital,Campo Grande. Trabalhava num bar chamado Casal 20, era garçonete. A dona do bar conversava sobre videntes ,Tarot e dizia que precisava de alguém que fosse muito bom. E ficava repetindo isso e olhando pro marido. Eu sem intender nada,lhe disse que era taróloga e médium, já a alguns anos. Ela então olhou pra mim ,muito interessada:_Mas será que você é boa mesmo? Seria preciso ser uma super clarividente pra saber de um desaparecimento de mais de 20 anos. Nós,eu e meu irmão ,acordamos um dia de manhã, e nossa mãe havia partido. Levou apenas uma mochila com algumas roupas, mas deixou documentos, dinheiro,jóias, tudo pra trás. Acordamos com a porta de casa aberta e ligamos pro nosso pai,que na época era caminhoneiro. Ele foi na delegacia e fez o Boletim de Ocorrência e ela foi dada como desaparecida. Depois de algum tempo meu pai casou de novo, e a vida seguiu seu curso. Eu também me casei, tive meus filhos, mas nunca a esqueci. Penso na minha mãe todos os dias e no que aconteceu pra ela nos deixar assim . Ela sumiu no ar...simples assim. Obviamente aquilo ainda traumatizava aquela mulher :_ Eu posso tentar te ajudar, mas oque quer que eu encontre pode não ser aquilo que você espera. Têm certeza que quer mexer nisso? _Mas é claro, oque quer que tenha acontecido,eu quero saber. Marcamos a visita pro sábado seguinte. O irmão dela ainda morava com a família na mesma casa em que eles nasceram. Chegou o sabado e fechamos tudo e partimos. Assim que chegamos à casa ,o irmão da mulher me olhava com um sorrisinho de escárnio.... _ A polícia,na época,revirou nossa casa de ponta cabeça. Oque você pode encontrar 20 anos depois??? _ Não sei....mas posso ao menos tomar um cafezinho, não posso? _ Sim...claro. Fomos por um corredor e chegamos à cozinha,onde de repente minha cabeça começou a latejar! Eu disfarçava, sorrindo pra eles, mas a dor só aumentava. Eu sentia ânsia de vômito, dor de cabeça muito forte,mas aguentava firme. Chegou uma hora que eu olhei pro chão e os azulejos ficaram cheios de sangue .Eu pisquei e sumiu. Eu suava,sentia frio, muita dor de cabeça, estava visivelmente incomodada por estar ali. Quando eles foram pra sala e me chamaram pra sentar no sofá e sair da cozinha ,me senti aliviada. _ Me mostraram fotos da mãe deles, uma peça de roupa etc. Enquanto eles falavam comigo a campainha tocou,era o pai da Marcella, marido da senhora em questão, um homem idoso de 70 anos. Eles se cumprimentaram, e ela nos apresentou. Quando fui a cozinha pegar mais café,o pai dela veio atrás de mim: _ Quer dizer que você é a médium ( disse rindo). Você vai me esculpar mas o problema da Marcella são esses " macumbeiros" que vêm aqui,prometem encontrar e vão embora com o dinheiro dela. Eu o encarei bem no fundo dos olhos. _ É mesmo ?....o problema da sua filha é com os "macumbeiros"? Nossa ,eu pensei que o problema fosse outro. _Oque? Disse ele ,sem entender. _Pensei que o problema dela fosse com os canalhas ,que envelhecem mentindo pra encobrir seus crimes. E olhei pra sombra colada a ele , a mulher que ele disse ter desaparecido e só eu podia ver. Ele ficou branco na mesma hora! _Oque você disse? _ Nada...por enquanto nada. Ele me olhou com ódio,e foi pra sala. Se despediu com muita pressa e saiu,muito descontrolado. _ Oque aconteceu lá na cozinha._ Nada...seu pai acha perda de tempo nossa investigação , só isso. _E nossa investigação não vamos começar? _ Bem,disse eu, depende de quanto ou oque você está disposta a perder ,pra descobrir. _Como assim? _Voce realmente quer saber oque aconteceu com a sua mãe? _ Sim....claro que sim. _ Mesmo que isso signifique perder alguém? _ Como assim, não tô te entendendo. _Mas vai entender, em breve.... Quando saí da casa da Marcella, decidi ir embora pro Rio de Janeiro. Juntei minhas coisas e fui pra rodoviária. Como era um sábado,eles só saberiam da minha viagem na segunda à noite,quando o bar abrisse. Na segunda- feira ela me ligou: _ Nana, você não vem trabalhar... _ Me desculpe, Marcella, mas eu não vou mais. Eu estou no Rio de janeiro. Alguns problemas me fizeram vir pra cá. _ Mas como, assim do nada? Pensei que éramos amigas. _ E somos, mas infelizmente eu sou aquela que não quer, mas vai trazer a maior tristeza da sua vida. E 10 dias depois ela me ligou novamente... _ Nana,meu pai faleceu. Ele teve um infarto fulminante enquanto conversava comigo, na casa do meu irmão. _ Eu pensei que talvez acontecesse.Afinal ele estava sob forte emoção. _ Como assim? _ Eu sei que deveria ter te contado....mas eu não podia me envolver com a polícia._ Polícia? Não tô entendendo nada._ Marcella, Você lembra quando eu fui até a casa do seu irmão?_ Sim....a investigação que não deu em nada. _ Naquele mesmo dia eu descobri tudo...mas não podia te falar nada porque você amava o seu pai,foi criada por ele,apesar de tudo. Se prepare pro que eu vou te dizer.....sua mãe não fugiu. Sua mãe nunca saiu de dentro da sua casa. Você me disse que seu pai era um homem muito ciúmento lembra? Que sua mãe já havia tentado separar por causa da violência dele...pois bem. Naquele dia, seu pai deixou o caminhão no posto e depois de beber bastante ,veio pra casa a pé . Ele viu,de longe , sua mãe conversando com o vizinho,e teve uma crise de ciúmes horrível, mas nada falou. Ele deu a volta,entrou pela porta dos fundos,e esperou. Quando sua mãe entrou na cozinha ele a interpelou, agredindo seu rosto. Antes que ela pudesse se defender,ele pegou uma faca da gaveta e disferiu várias facadas nela,que caiu ali mesmo morta! Depois,vendo oque havia feito, arquitetou um jeito de se safar. Ele enrolou o corpo numa lona, e escondeu no barracão de ferramentas,nos fundos. Depois voltou,limpou todo o chão ,que estava cheio de sangue, pegou uma mochila onde colocou alguns pertences dela, e simulou sua fuga. Voltou pro posto,tomou banho e dormiu, simulando chegar em casa apena Quando vocês exigiram que ele fizesse o B. O. ele ficou com medo que a polícia fosse escavar o quintal e a escontrasse, então aproveitou que a cozinha estava sendo reformada,fez uma caixa de concreto e ... _ Oque? Nãaaaaso... Nãaaaaaaoooo Você está me dizendo que eu passei vinte anos procurando minha mãe e ela tava ali ,esse tempo todo,enterrada no chão da cozinha !!!!! Não! Eu não posso acreditar, como você sabe disso?_ Lembra que quando eu entrei na cozinha, eu comecei a passar mal, com dor de cabeça? Eu podia ouvir nitidamente alguém gritar no meu ouvido...._ Me tira daqui! Me tira daquiiiii! Por favor, me tira daqui!!!! Por isso eu passei mal, era muito alto! E depois quando seu pai entrou, o espírito dela estava colado a ele,colado a aura dele. E a aura dele tava marron escura, que é quando a pessoa tá próxima da morte. Por isso eu tive que vir embora, eu não sabia como te dizer tudo isso! _ E você esperou ele morrer pra me contar!?!! Eu sei que deveria ter contado antes, mas.... é complicado. Como eu podia dizer pra você.... _ Você é louca! Eu não acredito em nada do que você falou! Você é louca! _ Eu sou louca???? Tá, então manda quebrar o chão da cozinha..... lá embaixo onde fica a geladeira. Se você não achar nada eu pago do meu bolso o prejuízo! E desliguei, com raiva já. Afinal eu só queria ajudar ...e ainda sou chamada de louca! Uma semana depois, Marcella me liga novamente. A princípio ela não queria acreditar,mas por fim a vontade de saber a verdade venceu. _ Amiga..... tá cheio de polícia aqui. Eu mandei quebrar a cozinha....depois de algum tempo eu só pensava nisso. O pedreiro quebrou o contrapiso e encontraram a caixa de concreto. Quando ele quebrou a tampa o cheiro de morte subiu ( os gases guardados). Agora tão levando os restos mortais pra exumação, mas eu reconheci pelos restos do vestido azul florido..... obrigada.... obrigada.... perdão por ter te chamado de louca. Agora minha mãezinha vai poder descansar ( e começou a chorar). E esse é o meu relato. Well... it's no secret that I do some investigations in rare cases where I think my gifts can help. A few years ago, I spent some time in Mato Grosso do Sul, in the capital, Campo Grande. I worked as a waitress at a bar called Casal 20. The bar owner used to talk about clairvoyants, Tarot, and said she needed someone who was really good. She kept repeating this and looking at her husband. I, not understanding anything, told her that I was a tarot reader and medium for some years. She then looked at me, very interested:_'But are you really good? You would need to be a super clairvoyant to know about a disappearance that happened over 20 years ago. My brother and I woke up one morning, and our mother had left. She took only a backpack with some clothes but left behind documents, money, jewelry, everything. We woke up with the house door open and called our father, who was a truck driver at the time. He went to the police station and filed a missing person report. After some time, my father remarried, and life went on. I also got married, had my children, but I never forgot her. I think about my mother every day and what happened for her to leave us like that. She just disappeared into thin air...just like that. Obviously, this still traumatized that woman:_'I can try to help you, but what I find may not be what you expect. Are you sure you want to stir this up?_'Of course, whatever happened, I want to know. We scheduled a visit for the following Saturday. Her brother still lived with his family in the same house where they were born. When Saturday came, we closed everything and left. As soon as we arrived at the house, the woman's brother looked at me with a mocking smile... _'The police, at the time, turned our house upside down. What can you find 20 years later??? _'I don't know...but can I at least have a coffee, right? _'Yes...of course. We went down a corridor and arrived at the kitchen, where suddenly my head started to throb! I pretended, smiling at them, but the pain only increased. I felt nauseous, a very strong headache, but I held on firmly. There came a time when I looked at the floor, and the tiles were full of blood. I blinked, and it disappeared. I was sweating, felt cold, a lot of headache, visibly uncomfortable being there. When they went to the living room and called me to sit on the sofa and leave the kitchen, I felt relieved. _ They showed me photos of their mother, a piece of clothing, etc. While they were talking to me, the doorbell rang; it was Marcella's father, the husband of the lady in question, a 70-year-old man. They greeted each other, and she introduced us. When I went to the kitchen to get more coffee, her father followed me: _ So you're the medium (he said laughing). You'll have to excuse me, but Marcella's problem is these 'witch doctors' who come here, promise to find and leave with her money. I stared deep into his eyes. _ Really?...the problem of your daughter is with 'witch doctors'? Wow, I thought the problem was something else. _What? He said, not understanding. _ I thought her problem was with scoundrels who grow old lying to cover up their crimes. And I looked at the shadow glued to him, the woman he said had disappeared and only I could see. He turned white right away! _What did you say? _ Nothing...for now, nothing. He looked at me with hatred and went to the living room. He said goodbye in a hurry and left, very unsettled. _What happened there in the kitchen? _Nothing...your father thinks our investigation is a waste of time, that's all. _And aren't we going to start our investigation? _Well, I said, it depends on how much or what you are willing to lose to find out. _What do you mean? _Do you really want to know what happened to your mother? _Yes...of course, I do. _Even if that means losing someone? _What do you mean, I don't understand. _But you will understand, soon.... When I left Marcella's house, I decided to go to Rio de Janeiro. I packed my things and went to the bus station. As it was a Saturday, they would only know about my trip on Monday night, when the bar opened. On Monday, she called me: _ Nana, aren't you coming to work... _ I'm sorry, Marcella, but I'm not coming anymore. I'm in Rio de Janeiro. Some problems made me come here. _ But how, just like that? I thought we were friends. _ And we are, but unfortunately, I am the one who doesn’t want to, but will bring the greatest sadness of your life. And 10 days later she called me again..._ Nana, my father passed away. He had a sudden heart attack while talking to me, at my brother's house. _ I thought that might happen. After all, he was under strong emotion. _ What do you mean?m_ I know I should have told you... but I couldn't get involved with the police. _ Police? I don't understand anything. _ Marcella, do you remember when I went to your brother's house? _ Yes... the investigation that led nowhere. _ That same day I discovered everything... but I couldn't tell you anything because you loved your father, you were raised by him, despite everything. Get ready for what I'm going to tell you... your mother didn't run away. Your mother never left your house. You told me your father was a very jealous man, remember? That your mother had already tried to leave him because of his violence... well. That day, your father left his truck at the station and after drinking a lot, came home on foot. He saw, from afar, your mother talking to the neighbor, and had a terrible fit of jealousy, but said nothing. He went around, entered through the back door, and waited. When your mother entered the kitchen he confronted her, hitting her face. Before she could defend herself, he took a knife from the drawer and stabbed her several times, and she fell there dead! Then, seeing what he had done, he devised a way to get away with it. He wrapped the body in a tarp, and hid it in the tool shed in the back. Then he came back, cleaned all the blood from the floor, took a backpack where he put some of her belongings, and simulated her escape. He went back to the station, showered, and slept, pretending to come home only the next day. While you went out to look for your mother, he dug a hole and buried the body in the backyard. But the worst was what he did next.... When you demanded that he file a police report, he was afraid that the police would dig up the backyard and find her, so he took advantage of the kitchen being remodeled, made a concrete box and..._ What? Noooo... Nooooo You're telling me I spent twenty years looking for my mother and she was there all along, buried in the kitchen floor!!!!! No! I can't believe it, how do you know this? _ Remember when I entered the kitchen, I started to feel sick, with a headache? I could clearly hear someone screaming in my ear.... _ Get me out of here! Get me out of hereeee! Please, get me out of here!!!! That's why I felt sick, it was very loud! And then when your father entered, her spirit was glued to him, glued to his aura. And his aura was dark brown, which is when a person is close to death. That's why I had to leave, I didn't know how to tell you all this! _ And you waited for him to die to tell me!?!! I know I should have told you earlier, but... it's complicated. How could I tell you... _ You're crazy! I don't believe anything you said! You're crazy! _ I'm crazy???? Okay, then have them break the kitchen floor... right there where the fridge is. If you don't find anything, I'll pay for the damage out of my pocket! And I hung up, already angry. After all, I just wanted to help... and I'm still called crazy! A week later, Marcella called me again. At first, she didn't want to believe, but in the end, the desire to know the truth prevailed. _ Friend... there are a lot of police here. I had the kitchen broken up... after a while, I could only think about that. The builder broke the subfloor and found the concrete box. When he broke the lid, the smell of death rose (the trapped gases). Now they're taking the remains for exhumation, but I recognized them by the remains of the blue floral dress... thank you... thank you... sorry for calling you crazy. Now my little mom can rest (and she started to cry). And that's my account."

Depois de jantar em um restaurante bem tradicional japonês ali pelo Alto do Ipiranga em São Paulo, eu e minha namorada estávamos muito cansadas para voltar para casa, já que moramos em outra cidade. Resolvemos reservar um quarto de motel baratinho para passar a noite. Achamos um na internet que estava próximo do restaurante. Chegando lá já sentimos uma energia pesada, desde a interação com a atendente que nos deu a chave do quarto, até o quarto em si. Tudo era muito simples e mal cuidado. O colchão estava muito mole e o travesseiro muito alto. Era uma noite muito quente e estávamos muito, muito cansadas. Assim que deitamos na cama começamos a ouvir uma mulher gritando de dor muito alto em outro quarto... ficamos muito preocupadas, mas sem saber o que fazer, resolvemos tentar dormir. Todos esses fatores me fizeram ter uma noite de sono ruim, demorei bastante para pegar no sono e foi um sono muito leve. Minha namorada dormiu com a cabeça apoiada no meu peito. Por volta das 3h da manhã, eu vi uma mulher em pé do meu lado olhando para mim. Ela tinha por volta de uns 35 anos, latina, cabelo alisado e dentes tortos. Eu estava em um estado de vigília, nem dormindo, nem acordada e fiquei terrivelmente assustada com a sua presença. Perguntei o que ela estava fazendo ali e como entrou no quarto. Ela me respondeu falando que veio checar se estávamos bem e estendeu o braço para tentar sentir a respiração da minha namorada. Eu a impedi e falei que não era para chegar perto dela. Ela sorriu... não queria nos fazer mal. Me disse que havia uma mensagem da minha avó no meu celular, e eu ainda muito confusa em meu estado de sono, fiquei possessa por ela ter invadido a minha privacidade. Em segundos ela desapareceu e eu passei a noite tentando entender se aquilo aconteceu de fato ou se foi só na minha cabeça. Já tive sonhos com fantasmas e senti coisas, mas nunca tive uma interação tão próxima e tão real. Quando acordei entendi que ela se comunicou comigo através de uma linguagem mental, pois sua boca não mexia."After having dinner at a very traditional Japanese restaurant in Alto do Ipiranga in São Paulo, my girlfriend and I were too tired to go back home, since we live in another city. We decided to book a cheap motel room to spend the night. We found one on the internet that was close to the restaurant. Upon arrival, we immediately felt a heavy energy, from the interaction with the attendant who gave us the room key, to the room itself. Everything was very simple and poorly maintained. The mattress was too soft, and the pillow too high. It was a very hot night and we were very, very tired. As soon as we lay down in bed, we started to hear a woman screaming in pain very loudly in another room... we were very worried, but not knowing what to do, we tried to sleep. All these factors caused me to have a very bad night's sleep, I took a long time to fall asleep and it was a very light sleep. My girlfriend slept with her head on my chest. Around 3 a.m., I saw a woman standing by my side looking at me. She was about 35 years old, Latina, with straightened hair and crooked teeth. I was in a state of half-awake, neither sleeping nor fully awake, and was terribly frightened by her presence. I asked her what she was doing there and how she got into the room. She told me that she came to check if we were okay and reached out to feel my girlfriend's breath. I stopped her and told her not to come near her. She smiled... she didn't want to harm us. She told me there was a message from my grandmother on my cell phone, and I, still very confused in my sleep state, was furious that she had invaded my privacy. In seconds she disappeared and I spent the night trying to understand if that had really happened or if it was just in my head. I have had dreams with ghosts and felt things, but I have never had such a close and real interaction. When I woke up, I understood that she communicated with me through mental language, as her mouth did not move.

When I was a child in the late 90's I would frequently seen ghosts in my house. A few times I would wake up and see kids in my room that I didn't know and they always seems freaked out by me and would run away when I would try to talk to them. Around '98/'99 I moved to an upstairs bedroom and never saw kids up there but there was a new ghost I never saw on the main level. He was a tall man that wore a long, tan trench coat and a fedora style hat. He wouldn't bother me or anything. I would just catch him walking in the hallway. Well, one night I was woken up by a weird voice telling me I had to come with him because a baby was drowning and he needed help. I sat up in bed and he was there just saying over and over again "The baby. You have to help me. The baby is drowning, hurry" so I followed him. I remember so vividly leaving my house and walking for a very long time until we got to the woods. There wasn't any woods within walking distance from my house but it was so real to me. I was scared to go into the woods with him when we got there but he just kept repeating himself "the baby. you have to help me. The baby is drowning, hurry" so I follow him into the woods until we get to a river and by the edge is a baby drowning. I watch the man walk into the river and disappear so I started screaming for help. My parents wake me up screaming on the landing by our back door looking into the dark basement. I don't really know whats going on because I thought I was in the woods and scream the baby is drowning and they have to help. My parents turn on the basement lights and our basement is flooding with water and my playroom is closest to the stairs and one of my baby dolls was right by the stairs next to a hat. The man never spoke to me again and I only saw him a couple more times before we moved.

I was bouncing on a bed in a room and my ten month old brother was watching right out the room and I blinked and a girl with red hair and jeans who was about ten years old showed up next to him and then I blinked again and she disappeared

Neste exato dia posso jura que vi nascer de uma mulher um alienzinho, bicho de outro mundo se chamava João, mais logo se tornou o dimmy e começou a devorar coisas peculiares,mais e um bom garoto ou ALIENÍGENA até hoje eu não sei ... fico pensando se viemos dos macacos ou dos alienígenas, ou se os ALIENÍGENAs transformaram os macacos em nois, cada uma !! Relato tá aí quem quiser pode conhecer facilmente este ser em Uniao da vitória, perambula lá até hoje On this very day, I can swear that I saw a little alien being born from a woman. This creature from another world was named João, but soon became known as Dimmy and began devouring peculiar things. He is a good boy, or ALIEN, I still don't know... I keep wondering if we come from monkeys or aliens, or if the ALIENS turned monkeys into us, what a thought! This account is here for anyone who wants to easily meet this being in União da Vitória; he still roams around there to this day

Eu, mulher 21 anos estava na casa dos meus pais, essa casa já foi um centro espírita, construído acima de um antigo cemitério. Minha mãe sempre me disse ver um menino, loiro de olhos azuis com o cabelo cacheado, eu nunca acreditei pois achei que ela estava tentando me deixar com medo. Até que aconteceram um episódios de coisas fantasmagóricas. Na primeira vez eu tinha uns 10 ou 11 anos, eu estava no meu quarto tentando dormir, eram por volta das 23:55 da noite e derrepente eu ouço um barulho vindo da cama oa lado, que pertencia ao meu irmão, só que ele estava fora de casa e não tínhamos animais de estimação, e em seguida eu vi uma enorme sombra, aparentemente de um homem de aproximadamente 1.90 de altura, ele era magro eu fiquei paralisada de medo mas com o tempo achei que era um pesadelo. Na segunda vez foi um sonho, eu sonhei que estava num campo de margaridas com a minha bisavó, e ela dizia me amar, amar meus primos, pais e tios, ela dizia adeus, falava que queria mais tempo mas que finalmente ia ser feliz. Em menos de 3 dias ela morreu. A terceira vez aconteceu quando eu tinha uns 13 ou 14 anos, era de noite e eu estava na lavanderia de cada até que eu ví um menina de uns 15 anos, o cabelo dela era castanho claro com mechas loiras, ela tinha aproximadamente 1.65 de altura, alguma coisa me fez pensar ou fazer queo nome dela era Jane. Agora a penúltima história eu tinha acho que 16 anos, era de madrugada e eu me levantei com uma sensação estranha e quando estava na porta da cozinha, eu vi o menino que a minha mãe tanto me disse, algo me fez acreditar que o nome dele era Gabriel. Agora a última história aconteceu recentemente, eu estava no apartamento do meu namorado, e nós fomos dormir tarde da noite. Nós dormimos assistindo um filme. As 2:30 nos acordamos com um barulho suspeito, após um tempo eu ví um pouco da Jane e do Gabriel, eles eram irmãos, estavam de mãos dadas chorando, com medo, pedindo ajuda. A minha teoria é de que eles estavam fugindo do homem alto.Talvez seria um sequestrador, um pai abusivo, ou só conhecidencia I, a 21-year-old woman, was at my parents' house, which used to be a Spiritist center, built over an old cemetery. My mother always told me she saw a boy, blond with blue eyes and curly hair, but I never believed her because I thought she was trying to scare me. Then, there were episodes of ghostly occurrences. The first time I was about 10 or 11 years old, I was in my room trying to sleep, it was around 11:55 pm and suddenly I heard a noise coming from the bed next to mine, which belonged to my brother, but he was not at home and we had no pets, and then I saw a huge shadow, apparently of a man about 1.90 meters tall, he was thin and I was paralyzed with fear but over time I thought it was a nightmare. The second time was in a dream, I dreamed I was in a field of daisies with my great-grandmother, and she said she loved me, my cousins, parents, and uncles, she said goodbye, saying she wanted more time but that she was finally going to be happy. Less than 3 days later she died. The third time happened when I was about 13 or 14 years old, it was night and I was in the laundry room until I saw a girl about 15 years old, her hair was light brown with blonde streaks, she was about 1.65 meters tall, something made me think or believe her name was Jane. Now the penultimate story happened when I was about 16 years old, it was late at night and I got up with a strange feeling and when I was at the kitchen door, I saw the boy my mother had told me so much about, something made me believe his name was Gabriel. Now the last story happened recently, I was at my boyfriend's apartment, and we went to sleep late at night. We fell asleep watching a movie. At 2:30 we woke up to a suspicious noise, after a while I saw a bit of Jane and Gabriel, they were siblings, holding hands crying, scared, asking for help. My theory is that they were running away from the tall man. Maybe he was a kidnapper, an abusive father, or just a coincidence."

Estava no tiktok, dia 08/12/2023 e estava sentindo um negocio estranho. Eu tinha acabado de ir no banheiro e voltado pra cama para continuar vendo os vídeos de terror, até que eu ouço um barulho de algo caindo no chão, na hora já levei um susto e segurei na patinha da minha cachorra. um tempo depois criei coragem de ir ver e não tinha caído nada, estava tudo normal (detalhe: só tinha eu e minhas cachorras no quarto. "I was on TikTok on December 8, 2023, and was feeling something strange. I had just gone to the bathroom and returned to bed to continue watching horror videos, when I heard a noise of something falling on the floor. I was immediately startled and grabbed my dog's paw. After a while, I gathered the courage to go check and nothing had fallen, everything was normal (note: it was just me and my dogs in the room)."

Em julho de 2022 eu fui com minha família viajar para Monte Verde, MG. Ficamos em uma "casa", não sei muito bem como explicar mas era um condomínio de casas, só que ao invés de condomínio, hotel. Foi muito gostoso, tinha tudo que nem uma casa e mais um pouco! Na parte de fora dessa casa, havia um balanço. Eu amava balanços então ficava o tempo todo lá. Teve uma hora que eu estava balançando e olhei rápido para trás e vi uma menina adolescente de mais ou menos 15 anos, cega de um olho e acho que sem um braço/perna. Levei um susto e fiquei me tremendo inteira. Fiquei mais 1 minuto lá só para desfarçar que tinha me assustado. Quando saí, corri sem nem mesmo olhar para trás. Contei para os meus pais e eles acharam estranho, nisso resolvi olhar de novo e a tal menina não estava mais lá (detalhe: havia uma casa em reforma atrás da minha, meus pais me falaram que essa casa era do dono do hotel). "In July 2022, I went on a trip to Monte Verde, MG, with my family. We stayed in a 'house', I'm not sure how to explain it, but it was a condominium of houses, but instead of a condominium, it was more like a hotel. It was very pleasant, it had everything a house would have and then some! Outside this house, there was a swing. I loved swings, so I spent a lot of time there. At one point, I was swinging and I quickly looked back and saw a teenage girl, about 15 years old, blind in one eye and I think missing an arm/leg. I was startled and started trembling all over. I stayed there for another minute just to pretend I wasn't scared. When I left, I ran without even looking back. I told my parents and they thought it was strange, so I decided to look again and the girl was no longer there (note: there was a house being renovated behind mine, my parents told me that this house belonged to the owner of the hotel)."

Em 2019 meu curso de História foi fazer aula campo na Fazenda Jacobina. Essa fazenda já foi muito importe na região do Mato Grosso na época da escravidão. Fomos visitar a Casa Grande e o atual dono contando história do lugar e levando para conhecer. Subimos no segundo andar e não tinha assoalho direito e lá eu senti um cheiro doce mas velho (não sei explicar), mostrava as telhas feitas pelos escravisados. Pensei que fosse o cheiro do restaurante (que lá tbm comparta um), mas a distância era muita pra sentir. Aí descemos e fomos conferir as salas abandonadas, e tinha uma cozinha muito escura e desativada. Acredito que veio de lá. Tem muitas outras história de lá. Que ouve correntes, gritos e barulhos a noite. Não tive a curiosidade de ver a noite. "In 2019, my History class went on a field trip to Fazenda Jacobina. This farm was very important in the Mato Grosso region during the era of slavery. We went to visit the 'Casa Grande' (Big House) and the current owner was telling stories about the place and showing us around. We went up to the second floor, which didn't have a proper floor, and there I smelled something sweet but old (I can't explain it), and he showed us the tiles made by the enslaved people. I thought it might be the smell from the restaurant (which is also part of the farm), but it was too far away to smell that. Then we went down and checked out the abandoned rooms, and there was a very dark and disused kitchen. I believe the smell came from there. There are many other stories about the place. People hear chains, screams, and noises at night. I didn't have the curiosity to see it at night."

Eu estava junto de minha prima,ela me chamou pra ajudar ela a estender roupa,tá bom,eu fui ajudei e agente inventou de ver e tirar fotos de céu,nos inventamos de aproximar a câmera para ver se achariamos alguma coisa,e vimos alguma coisa e quando percebemos era um OVNI,nois ficamos com medo e fomos direto pra casa dela,me lembro desse acontecimento e me da um calafrio só de pensar. "I was with my cousin, and she asked me to help her hang clothes to dry. Alright, I went to help, and we decided to look at and take pictures of the sky. We tried zooming in with the camera to see if we could find anything, and we saw something. When we realized it was a UFO, we got scared and went straight to her house. I remember this event, and it gives me chills just thinking about it."

I was emmited to hospital at age 13 due to an attempt. That night I was seeing some strange things. I seen a black cat on the end of another girls bed in front of me just curled up. I just remember being like wtf. The next morning I noticed thick smoke in the air and I saw a nurse in strange uniform different to everyone else's. The main thing that caught my eye was a man standing at the nurses desk he had his back turned to me he was smoking a cigar and wearing a long black smart coat. With a black hat on resembling 1940s. He never looked at me and I never felt scared I was just baffled. At the time I was too young to know that people used to smoke in hospitals and allow a cat on children's ward. So either I seen ghosts that day or I had a time slip.

I was hitchhiking in a car, on a route near the city's airport (Salgado Filho International Airport). I was gazing at the sky, looking for airplanes, knowing it was common to spot them in the area. Everything happened very quickly. I spotted a large, metallic object at a moderate altitude in the sky. Initially thinking it was an airplane on its descent, I tried to identify the outline of wings, nose, and engines, but there simply were none. The object had a different shape from anything I had ever seen; it was round like a ball, and I couldn't discern what was the front or the back. I spent about 5 seconds staring at it, attempting to comprehend what it was, feeling my heart pounding in my chest as my mind raced for rational answers. That's when it simply VANISHED. It disappeared into the blue sky, like those magic tricks where an object disappears right before your eyes. I tried to convince myself it might be a drone, but it would be impossible given its size and altitude. I spent the rest of the day in contemplation, trying to find logical answers, but I couldn't. The situation is recent, and I find myself constantly reflecting on it. Do they know that I saw them?

When I was a child, my family used to spend summers in a considerably large house in the city of Atlântida, on the coast of Rio Grande do Sul. I vividly remember a room that, apparently, never existed in the house. I recall that during one of my playtimes, I noticed that a specific window on the right side of the house had something different—I can't quite describe if it was a vibe or the light that seemed to be emitted from it instead of coming in. But I know that for several summers, I tried to climb that window to get into this room that had something different, almost enchanted. The few times I had a glimpse, I remember light wooden furniture and a warm sensation. However, I never managed to enter because the window was high, and even standing on stools, I couldn't see more than a glimpse of the room. I think this lasted until I was eight or nine years old when I grew tall enough to see inside without major issues—and this time, I only saw the dark and monotonous dining room. To this day, I have a very vivid memory of this place that I never really got to be in.

Então, eu viajei no tempo. Eu adoeci e fiquei uns dias de atestado em casa. Quando estava no balcão preparando o almoço eu olhei pra um utensílio q minha avó me deu e comecei a lembrar dela com tristeza, lamentando por ela já ter morrido (mas minha avó está viva). Quando olhei à frente a janela do meu apartamento estava diferente e eu tinha certeza que meu filho tinha saído de carro, fiquei me perguntando se ele ia almoçar na rua ou em casa comigo (hoje ele tem 8 anos). Quando enfim me dei conta que estava no lugar errado. Me toquei que eu não estava no ano certo, mas não tinha ninguém além de mim em casa pra eu perguntar em que ano eu estava. Ai lembrei da Alexa. Quando perguntei "Alexa, em que ano estamos?" Ela falou "nós estamos em 203...” e como num estalo voltei pro dia atual. Não ouvi o ano. Era dois mil e trinta e alguma coisa. Já aconteceu com alguém? Antes q alguém diga, não tive febre, não era alucinação por exemplo. "So, I traveled through time. I fell ill and was off work for a few days at home. While I was at the counter preparing lunch, I looked at a utensil my grandmother had given me and started to remember her sadly, mourning her death (but my grandmother is alive). When I looked up, the window of my apartment was different, and I was sure that my son had left by car. I wondered if he would have lunch out or at home with me (he is 8 years old today). When I finally realized I was in the wrong place, I understood that I was not in the correct year, but there was no one else at home to ask what year it was. Then I remembered Alexa. When I asked, 'Alexa, what year is it?' she said, 'We are in 203...' and like a snap, I returned to the current day. I didn't hear the year. It was two thousand and thirty-something. Has this happened to anyone else? Before anyone says, I didn't have a fever, it wasn't a hallucination, for example."

When I was a kid I was sitting with a cousin in front of the neighbor's house when a yellow ball came towards us flying from the end of the street with great speed (wasn't on fire just yellow). I was shocked and had no reaction but when that thing was about to hit us it just went up whit the same speed and disappeared. I heard that It could be a "ball lightning", which is a natural thing but it supposed to be blue then, right? and why that thing went up that way and didn't hit us? well, that's my story. Have no idea what was that. I never forgot and no one would believe it so I don't tell it.

Desde mais nova, quando morava em Minas Gerais, com meus 14, 15 anos sempre tive sonhos estranhos com ovnis, extraterrestres, etc. Sou uma pessoa bastante intuitiva, coisas que sonho as vezes se tornam reais, ouço vozes me avisando sobre algo em minha vida, insights, etc. A minha família também é dessa forma, as coisas vêm e vão e muitas vezes não conseguimos explicar. Meu irmão já viu coisas que também não soube explicar ou dar nome. Aqui, vou tentar explicar algumas dessas coisas que já aconteceram comigo: - Meus primeiros sonhos eram sempre acompanhados de naves alienígenas, aviões, típico de filmes então não dava muita importância. - Me mudei para São Paulo e as coisas começaram a mudar, algumas vezes quando estava dormindo, sentia como se mãos tocassem em mim, pareciam passa-las pela lateral do meu corpo, apertando as minhas pernas, acordava e não via nem sentia mais nada. - Um dia retornei do trabalho e como de costume, fiquei assistindo TV e mexendo no celular com minha prima que dividia o quarto. Estava tranquila até que aparentemente adormeci (mas ao mesmo tempo parecia estar acordada) e me vi deitada em um local totalmente claro. Parece que eu disse mentalmente: "Não tire nada de mim!". E acordei em seguida. Perguntei minha prima se eu havia dito alguma coisa e ela disse que não. - Tempos depois, comecei a sonhar com um "Grey criança", com roupas de criança e eu o via subindo a rua onde meu pai mora, e também sentado em um banco de praça ao meu lado conversando comigo. Após esses sonhos, sempre no primeiro estágio do sono era como seu eu via os grandes olhos vindo em minha direção, somente os olhos e o brilhinho deles. Ah, uma vez também dormindo escutei um nome: GUADURU (?). Procurei várias vezes na internet e nada encontrei. - A seguir, foram vários sonhos da mesma forma, vendo naves, uma delas eu via as naves do lado de fora e depois eu me via deitada no escuro conversando com quatro seres, um deles era uma presença feminina, e me diziam para não contar para ninguém. Perguntei o porque e não me disseram. - A minha mãe já teve uma experiência de cura com os Seres Arcturianos. - Última coisa que me recordo é de ter acordado com o despertador no horário de sempre para ir trabalhar. Fiz a mesma rotina, no mesmo tempo. Peguei o ônibus e quando passei em um local mais alto, onde costumo passar olhando o sol, notei que ele estava bem mais alto que o normal. Olhei o relógio e havia se passado UMA HORA. Até hoje não sei o que houve nesse meio tempo. "Ever since I was younger, when I lived in Minas Gerais, around 14 or 15 years old, I always had strange dreams about UFOs, extraterrestrials, etc. I am a very intuitive person, things I dream sometimes become real, I hear voices warning me about something in my life, insights, etc. My family is also like this, things come and go and often we can't explain them. My brother has also seen things he couldn't explain or name. Here, I'll try to explain some of these things that have happened to me: - My first dreams were always accompanied by alien spacecraft and airplanes, typical of movies, so I didn't give them much importance. - I moved to São Paulo and things started to change. Sometimes when I was sleeping, I felt as if hands were touching me, running them along the side of my body, squeezing my legs. I would wake up and not see or feel anything anymore. - One day I returned from work and as usual, I was watching TV and playing on my phone with my cousin who shared the room. I was calm until I apparently fell asleep (but at the same time, I seemed to be awake) and I saw myself lying in a completely bright place. It seems that I said mentally: "Don't take anything from me!". And I woke up immediately. I asked my cousin if I had said anything and she said no. - Later, I started to dream about a "child Grey" in children's clothes, and I saw it walking up the street where my father lives, and also sitting on a park bench next to me talking to me. After these dreams, always in the first stage of sleep, it was as if I saw the big eyes coming towards me, only the eyes and their sparkle. Ah, once also while sleeping I heard a name: GUADURU (?). I searched many times on the internet and found nothing. - Then, there were several dreams in the same way, seeing ships, one of them I saw the ships outside and then I saw myself lying in the dark talking to four beings, one of them was a feminine presence, and they told me not to tell anyone. I asked why and they didn't tell me. - My mother has already had a healing experience with the Arcturian Beings. - The last thing I remember is waking up with the alarm at the usual time to go to work. I did the same routine, in the same time. I took the bus and when I passed a higher place, where I usually pass looking at the sun, I noticed that it was much higher than usual. I looked at the clock and ONE HOUR had passed. To this day I don't know what happened in that meantime."

For the past month and a half I have noticed multiple UFO's in the sky. 1 Full blown black Triangle craft (NOT An F-117 NightHawk or B52 Stealth, MADE ZERO NOISE) 2 orange Orbs following one another visibly directly over lake superior. I have also caught a red ORB teleporting on camera

I left my house one night for late-night snacks from our local grocers. I was driving along the main road when a feeling came over me, and I looked up at the night sky. There was a big ball of blue light moving at a high speed, no tail, no sound, just a massive ball of blue light, hurling itself across the night sky. It was not very high in the sky, twice the height of treetops. It just travelled in a straight line above me, heading east at a massive speed. It just disappeared, as if the blue light turned itself off because it didn't move upwards, downwards, or sideways; it was just gone, like a light switch, and I couldn't see it anymore.

Over seven years ago I saw a cartoon a man walked up to a dog the dog jumped up the man grabbed the dogs head and went into a backward roll it looked great months pass I received a phone call from my friends daughter saying pick up the dog when I got there the police let me in I felt the presence of a spirit I looked up it looked like the virus bar code only different I went outside with the dog I felt the spirit enter my mind love poured out of my eyes Into the dogs eyes i felt.my eye sparkel the dog stood up on his back legs I took two steps back the pittbull walked towards me and jumped I heard a voice say grabbed his head and pull him towards you we went into backward roll like the cartoon only better the police Witnessed it I didn't think people would believe so I said nothing two spirits entered me that night a lady spirit to keep me calm and the other American Indian he was my twin brother in my past life we played with a pet wolf like that when we were young until my brother broke his back we were told not to play with the wolf true story

Em 2006 fui jantar na casa de um ex colega de colégio. Era noite, numa sexta-feira de lua cheia. Fui eu e mais outro colega acompanhando ele. Assim que chegamos ele avisou e pediu para a mãe dele vir nos ver, logo em seguida ela decidiu sair, por volta das 21h. Então, logo começamos a beber e fumar, nem jantamos. Conversa vai, conversa vem, ele começou a sentir mau, entrou dentro da casa e escutamos um barulho de vômito, fomos acudi-lo, meu colega seguiu o barulho até a sala, então, trouxe ele pra cozinha e sentamos na mesa. Ele começou a balbuciar um monte de bobagens, a voz alterou e logo percebi do que se tratava, mas, imaginei que fosse uma possessão ou um obsessor. Meu outro colega menos experiente no assunto ficou assustado, então, pedi calma e fiz com que fossem pra sala e fui servir mais um copo de água, foi então que o meu colega voltou assustado dizendo que o cara estava girando no próprio eixo em cima do sofá, olhei pela janela e vi a lua cheia e saquei mais ainda do que se tratava, a porra de um lobisomem em transformação. Assim que cheguei na sala ele assegurou o braço do meu colega, dei um soco nele, mas, não adiantou. Então, ele ficou de pé e estava subitamente maior que eu, sendo que tinha um palmo de diferença nas nossas alturas, então, empurrei ele, ele caiu e quanto levantou vi os pelo saindo pelas costas, somente um tudo avermelhado, uns 10 cm, uma maçaroca de pelos, não fiquei pra ver, conseguimos nos desvencilhar e correr o mais longe possível. Translated: In 2006 I went to dinner at the house of an ex-school friend. It was night, on a Friday with a full moon. It was me and another colleague accompanying him. As soon as we arrived he informed us and asked his mother to come and see us, soon after she decided to leave, around 9pm. So, we soon started drinking and smoking, we didn't even have dinner. Talk goes on, talk comes, he started to feel bad, he went into the house and we heard the sound of vomiting, we went to help him, my colleague followed the noise to the living room, then brought him to the kitchen and we sat at the table. He started babbling a bunch of nonsense, his voice changed and I soon realized what it was about, but I imagined it was a possession or an obsessive. My other colleague who was less experienced in the subject was scared, so I asked them to calm down and made them go to the living room and went to pour another glass of water. It was then that my colleague came back scared saying that the guy was spinning on his own axis on top of the sofa, I looked out the window and saw the full moon and realized even more what it was about, a fucking werewolf in transformation. As soon as I arrived in the room he grabbed my colleague's arm, I punched him, but it didn't help. Then, he stood up and was suddenly bigger than me, there was a foot difference in our heights, so I pushed him, he fell and when he got up I saw the hair coming out of his back, just a reddish patch, about 10 cm, A pile of hair, I didn't stay to see, we managed to free ourselves and run as far as possible.

this is my cousins story, but I remember it well. he said that since the 1st grade, every time in the evening directly in 1st September or whatever the date was when he needed to show up to school, the first day in school. every time in the evening around 21:00-22:00 there would be a light, like a floating orb, shining and flickering at times but mostly stable lightning. this has happened to him since the 1st grade all the way to 8th grade, but it hasn't happened now that he's going in 9th grade now. is this just something in the mind or real? I don't know. but I do know that the look in his eyes and the word of pronunciation was weird, he knows this is real but doesn't feel real to him, all I can do now is believe. but maybe I can find out one day.

Estava com um amigo em um terça feira a noite andando na rua, era por volta das 21 horas. De repente olhamos para os céus e nos deparamos com um objeto laranja bem no meio do céu estrelado, esse objeto tinha um formato oval e era aparentemente muito grande, quer dizer, mesmo estando bem distante, era possível discernir que tal objeto era imenso. Sem mais nem menos esse objeto começou a separar-se e tornou-se vários objetos redondos menores, cerca de 10 aproximadamente... todos de cor branca. Esses objetos começaram a se locomover em uma velocidade muito rápida, uns em uma direção e outros em outra, e aos poucos foram desaparecendo da nossa vista. A gente não fazia ideia do que era aquilo, e não conseguíamos nem nos expressar direito. E ai entra a questão de : "por que todos os vídeos de ovnis são baixa qualidade?" Bem, eu juro que tentei filmar, mas estava tão impressionado com o que via, que o que filmei não era muito visível, na época eu tinha um celular do tipo Sony Xperia, que costumava ter uma câmera razoável. Com o tempo acabei perdendo o vídeo junto com muitos arquivos daquele celular. Mas a cena que vimos daquela terça feira a noite, nunca esqueceremos. Translated: I was with a friend on a Tuesday night walking down the street, it was around 9 pm. Suddenly we looked at the heavens and came across an orange object right in the middle of the starry sky, this object had an oval shape and was apparently very large, that is, even though it was very far away, it was possible to discern that the object was immense. Just like that, this object began to separate and became several smaller round objects, about 10 approximately... all white in color. These objects began to move at a very fast speed, some in one direction and others in another, and little by little they disappeared from our sight. We had no idea what that was, and we couldn't even express ourselves properly. And then comes the question of: "why are all UFO videos low quality?" Well, I swear I tried to film it, but I was so impressed with what I saw, that what I filmed wasn't very visible, at the time I had a Sony Xperia cell phone, which used to have a reasonable camera. Over time I ended up losing the video along with many files from that cell phone. But the scene we saw that Tuesday night, we will never forget.

Certa noite, por volta das 21:30, minha esposa e eu decidimos sair para acalmar nosso filho de 6 anos, que estava agitado há um bom tempo em casa. Após acordar, ele chorava bastante. Todos entramos no carro, e saímos para tentar acalmá-lo. Tudo estava normal, e após alguns minutos, nosso filho estava mais tranquilo. Enquanto conversávamos e eu continuava dirigindo pela avenida, percebemos de repente que tínhamos perdido a noção do espaço e do tempo. Parecia que havíamos desaparecido do ponto inicial que lembrávamos e aparecido 100 metros adiante de onde deveríamos ter virado à esquerda. Ao perceber, estávamos distantes do trajeto que tínhamos em mente e normalmente seguiríamos. Ficamos confusos e até hoje não conseguimos lembrar como chegamos àquele ponto. Foi como se tivéssemos sido colocados de volta dentro do carro. Translated: One night, around 9:30 pm, my wife and I decided to go out to calm our 6-year-old son, who had been fussy at home for a while. After waking up, he cried a lot. We all got in the car, and went out to try to calm him down. Everything was normal, and after a few minutes, our son was calmer. As we talked and I continued driving down the avenue, we suddenly realized that we had lost track of space and time. It seemed that we had disappeared from the starting point we remembered and appeared 100 meters further from where we should have turned left. When we realized, we were far from the route we had in mind and would normally follow. We were confused and to this day we can't remember how we got to that point. It was as if we had been put back in the car.

I was alone in my house, was almost night and I start to hear steps in the second floor, I think it was one of my cats so I go to on there and the sounds where coming from my room, but when I look in there it was empty, so I go back to the living room and I saw my cat outside, and I go back to my room to see if was something in there when I heard voices, like if there's something whispering, but I couldn't understand what it was trying to say so I go back to downstairs and try to ignore the noise. I moved to this house 2 months ago and sometimes I hear other noise, but it could be just my furniture so I am not sure about that

It was night and I when to my bed to sleep at nine o'clock, like I normally do, but I had a strange dream where I was looking to my cellphone and then I enter on Google to see the news and appear the date 20 of December 2023 in big letter and there was no other information, but, I don't know how, I just knew it was about a serie of my favorite book and them, when I wake, I looked at my real cellphone and they just started to tell me the date of the series I was waiting . I know it sounds idiot but I just knew the date of the series before they actually say it.

It happened when I was five or six years old, I lived in a small apartment in the center off the town, and every time I goes to the "hall" where was the elevator I feel a "thing", I don't know how explained it, but was weird. And one night I goes to sleep, everything normal and I wake up in the middle of the night, and look around my room and saw a white thing? I don't know how describe it but was like an ambulatory ink stain? Or something like it, actually it remember me sonic but white (I think it was little crazy but that creature definitely remember be sonic) and when I look at "it" I just stay paralysing of fear, the how experience actually happened in like, one second, the thing literally just crossed my room and crossed the wall to my parents room. When I told them in the next day Thay said it was a dream or my imagination but, just feel so real and I really believe that thing was a ghost or something. Anyway, it looks like a white sonic...

era um fim de tarde lindo , com o mar manso o sol se pondo, ninguém na praia, e eu e meu pai estavamos chegando de uma pescaria , quando terminamos de colocar o barco na areia meu pai foi fumar um cigarro para descansar e eu fui lavar minhas mãos no mar , quando eu estava lavando minhas mãos eu olhei para cima e vi uma luz que se mexia de maneira estranha , dai peguei meu celular e abri o aplicativo flightradar para ver se era uma aeronave e não era, essa luz se movia de maneira estranha e piscava cores alternadas e estava muito alta, ficou parada em cima de nós um tempo e depois se foi para cima e sumiu, cheguei a filmar na época mas perdi a gravação, esse dia foi um dia incrivel e isso aconteceu no fim pra ficar ainda melhor , saudades desse dia Translated: It was a beautiful late afternoon, with the sea calm, the sun setting, no one on the beach, and my father and I were arriving from a fishing trip, when we finished putting the boat on the sand, my father went to smoke a cigarette to rest and I went washing my hands in the sea, when I was washing my hands I looked up and saw a light that was moving in a strange way, so I took my cell phone and opened the flightradar app to see if it was an aircraft and it wasn't, this light was moving in a strange way and it flashed alternating colors and it was very high, it stayed still above us for a while and then it went up and disappeared, I was filming it at the time but I lost the recording, that day was an incredible day and that happened at the end to make it even better, I miss that day

When I was a teenager, I used to explore the roads that surrounded my town. There was not much to do in my town and driving around listening to music helped when days were harder. I would do this pretty frequently and each time I went out I made sure to explore a new area, and when I say explore I really just mean driving down roads I have never been down. Before I go further I feel like I should give context to what my town is like.The Town of Maine is a really historic town. When you are there that is probably the last thing you would think because nothing ever goes on there, and there is not really anything except an elementary school, a small playground, a dollar store and what not. The only activity you see on a daily basis is people going to and coming back from work, and perhaps going to Church. A few festivities here and there for holidays but almost every day of the year is the same, relatively lifeless. When I moved to Maine in 5th grade, all of my new school friends immediately would tell me that things were just weird around here, and if you are ever here, it definitely gives off that vibe. The town that directly stems off of the main road is the most historic part of the town, which expands out pretty far into a separate county. Old old houses, some remarkably pretty. Anyways, I decided to take a relatively common route that most people from the town has probably taken before, including myself, which stems off this more historic part of town. But like I said the goal I had was to just find new areas of the town so the first thing I did was look for a road that stemmed off of the road I was on, because although I have been down this road before, it was the first time I ever bothered to look deeper in to this area. It was a rather scenic and unproblematic drive for quite a while, but it was late afternoon and it started to get dark. I started driving by this hill but and I could not really see the top or the other side from the road. On the horizon of this hill was fairly bright light, which I did not question at all because although it was late fall, it wasn't unheard of for people to have bonfires and such around town. I slow down just a bit to get a better look and it felt like seconds after slowing down, 3 trucks, all old and beat up came from the overgrown dirt road that led down the hill. Once again, I wasn't super bothered by this but I certainly didn't want them to be suspicious of my observing. I pick up the pace a bit, but so did they. I now start to panic a little bit, worried that they are following me, and there just was no way they weren't. Although the area was unfamiliar to me, I knew the general area I was in relative to where the main roads of the town were and so for every turn I took, and they took the same, it became very alarming to me. This is because, to shake them off, I started just taking turn after turn, trying to randomize each one to sort of prove to myself this is merely coincidence, yet they were there every single turn of the way. I couldn't see into their trucks from my mirror, likely because they remained a reasonable distance from me, but still undoubtedly following me. I keep driving and driving until finally I lose them. However, now, I have absolutely no idea where I am. It was about 30 minutes since they began following me and because of my random turning, I lost all understanding of where I ended up relative to the areas I was familiar with. So, the obvious choice I made was to just go on my phone's GPS and direct me back home, and that is exactly what I did. The first few directions that the GPS gave me were normal, and although the sky was maybe another 30 mins til dark, I started to get a sense that I know where I am going, or at least I am back to that understanding of which way takes me towards the main roads, but I still decided to follow the GPS just to be sure. And just like that everything felt unfamiliar again. I blindly followed the GPS until it takes me down a road I certainly never heard of and my phone was telling me I was only about 5 mins from my house and this just could NOT be true. I don't feel like I have to explain why that is weird, but just in case, I was absolutely certain I knew every possible place I could be, to be 5 mins from my house, and where it was taking me was just not right. Yet, like an idiot I decide to follow it anyways. I take the turn and follow it down to an obvious dead end. Like, I am talking, there is no more road, but strangely enough there was no signage saying that it was in fact a dead end. I pull over around where the road ends and am just sitting for a moment, sort of stricken with confusion, until my phone instructs me to proceed to the route. Immediately I get nervous, for one, because it was getting dark quickly and also, the road I was on was essentially blackened with forest and obviously this was just way too messed up. There were houses along the road but something about it was just wrong. It was now dark enough to need to turn on my headlights, which illuminate the area where the road had ended and what I saw was probably just a huge coincidence but there was a road, well sort of. It was a dirt path that was terribly overgrown in shrubs and vegetation. Looked like a trail of some sort but it was certainly not something I could take the car down. I begin to turn around and my phone instructs me multiple times to drive down the path and as I turn away it is instructing me to turn back around and proceed down the road. I was maniacally trying to grab my phone from where I had set it in the car as I drove away to turn the GPS off because all of this was getting way too overwhelming for me. I successfully turned the GPS off and just drove until I found something I recognized. I made it home no problem, maybe 20 mins later. Whether or not these two instances were related to each other, I finally had my own story.

I grew up in this part of town, passed the cemetery on my way to and from school for years. Never felt anything negative and never had anything follow me home, until just this past summer, a decade and a half after I first moved away. Since then I've learned I'm a sensitive, and my skills are just starting to develop.My best friend had recently moved in with me and thank the gods he did, because he's a very powerful sensitive, medium and witch, and knew right away when something bad followed me home. I had just come back from taking a walk through my old neighborhood that day because I was visiting someone living in it, and for the first time I didn't want to walk on the same side of the street as the cemetery. The energy of the place had changed. Just a few minutes after getting home he asked me if I felt anything was off. To be clear, he did not know where I was and certainly didn't know I'd walked by a cemetery. He said he saw something moving around *fast,* because it was trying to avoid being seen, but he kept watching it and started talking to it. "What are you?" "Why are you here?" "Stop trying to hide. I can see you wherever you go, so just stop trying." It did not stop trying. He's been developing his abilities since early childhood, and as a medium is well-versed in ghosts, spirits and other things following *him* home, but had for the first time, in 7 years of being my best friend, witnessed something following *me.* And it wasn't nice, and it wasn't human. He identified it as a fae creature, one that is extremely difficult to get rid of once it's latched on, and said we needed to do a banishing ritual immediately. I'm unfamiliar and uncomfortable with actual spells and rituals, scared of doing something wrong and making things worse, so I was hesitant. He's a grey witch, and I prefer to work solely with the light, prayers and calling upon angels and guides. He knew that wouldn't work but we tried it my way first anyway. It's a dark entity, but not a demon from hell, so calling upon God and angels and human ancestral guides had no effect on it. As I did my prayers, I heard it laughing at me. My friend knew it would get worse fast, so we had to act fast. That same night, we did some proper witchcraft, really potent stuff with a lot of ingredients. We trapped it in a vessel, and near the end, I got this notion to drip the candle wax over the edges of the lid to make it completely airtight, my hands shook and I ended up dripping a line over the top of the lid. I saw that line, and in my mind I saw a full pentagram, the symbol of protection, then continued pouring the wax until the pentagram was complete and closed. My friend said that was a genius bit of spirit guide channeling, and now, even if the jar breaks, the thing can never escape. It was safe to just chuck it in a dumpster, and that particular being won't ever hurt anyone again. However, I walked past the cemetery again, and although nothing followed me this time, I felt what was going on in there. Someone or several someones did some amateur magicks in there and they did it wrong, opened a portal, and it's not safe there anymore. I won't be going back until I'm confident that either I can banish the beings and close the portal myself, or until someone else has done it.

I was leaving my best friend's house. They live in the trailer park there. I lived in the apartment complex next door. Between us Bell Creek. It was 3:37am. I heard a growling scream come from the creek nearby. I turned as I heard the sounds of commotion. Under a nearby street light was a tall human looking thing, naked but no physical gender. Skin looked thin and grey in colour. It's arms were too long. And they ended in long claws which it used to walk on, so it was 4 legged but stood upright like us. It's teeth looked filed down and sharp. No hair on it anywhere. Now I'm a practicing witch. So I uttered a quick blessing incantation as I was noping out of there. To get to the apartments you gave to go all the way out the trailer park, down the road and over a beige above the creek, then enter my complex. It chased me the entire way. As I was reaching the top of my stairs for my place I heard the staircase thunder as something came running up. It was a metal staircase. I slammed my door closed as something big ran into it. I must have used all my protection herbs and at least 3 dozen candles that night. During my subsequent research the closest I could figure it to be was a Rake. But that's a Creepypasta. So I just tell people I saw a demon and it did not seem to like me much.

On this night myself and a coven member, I'm a witch, we're collecting grave dirt from a closed down cemetery. It was just after 2am. We needed it to help us hex Donald Trump. We were at the grave of Jamie Suzanne May. It is shaped like a bench. And I'm very attuned to spirits. So I had brought her some wildflowers ahead of time. I spent some time with her and with permission collected some dirt from just next to her grave. I planted an herb there as thanks. As we were jabbing I thought I heard my name being caked by an elderly woman. So I ripened around thinking she was showing herself. Instead I saw the most piercing yellow eyes I've ever seen. And despite their being no lights around us, the eyes seemed to be lit up. Kind of like eye shine, but brighter and no lights. Anyway, it came me by my name again. Only it said my name right. My name is pronounced Tee-lore with a rolled r. My research suggested everyone buried here was off a Caucasian persuasion and this not likely to be able to say my name right, much less on the first try. My friend only called me Ty. I then remembered stories of a monster that is too never have its name said. So I'll call it a fleshy runner of Native American folklore. I turned around and calmly started walking away. I heard today's what you do with these things. You didn't hear them, see them, they don't exist as far as you are concerned. I instructed my friend to do the same. Meanwhile I took some of the sage I brought just in case and lit it. Rude to do that in a cemetery, but I wasn't liking to join them any time soon. It called out my friend's name as well, but I'm a man's voice. She said it sounded like her father. I grabbed her head and turned it forwards. "Not a damn thing to be seen here. Let's go get some McDonald's now okay?" I shook her head for her. When we got closer to my cat I saw a big black void with antlers over my car. It seemed to be trying to enter the passenger side. So I, not knowing what to do, recited my typical spirit banishment incantation and threw the sage at my car. I then told it to leave or I'll kill it myself, as authoritative as I could muster whilst also trying not to pee myself in fright. It left, seeming to sink into the ground. I used my spit to draw a pentacle on my car's roof before opening the door and getting in. For the next lunar cycle we had knocking on our respective windows. And I heard my name called by my kids on numerous occasions while holding the kids. After a week my friend stopped joining coven activities and I've never heard from her again. I tried to report her missing. I never got an update from police either.

My mom told me a story of something that happened when I was younger. Basically, I was sitting on the stairs going down to the basement and it’s pitch black down there. It was only me and my mom home at the time but she said I told her I saw a man downstairs in the basement. My dad was at work so I genuinely don’t know what I saw down there or if what my mom told me was actually true or not.

Certo dia eu estava indo à casa da minha avó. Lá tinha duas portas, uma que dava acesso pela sala e outra que dava acesso pela cozinha. Decidi entrar pela porta da cozinha já que percebi que minha avó estava por lá. Ao entrar, a cumprimentei e percebi que tinha alguém sentado no sofá já que, não tinha portas dividindo os cômodos e era possível enxergar a sala dali. Olhei bem atentamente para a pessoa que estava ali enquanto conversava com minha avó e pensei se tratar da irmã da minha avó, já que era bem parecida. Até hoje me lembro da roupa em que ela estava vestida, uma saia vinho e uma blusa bege com alguns detalhes mais escuros. Essa pessoa, olhava diretamente para mim e fazia o gesto de assobio mas não saia som. Ela também se balançava para frente e para trás enquanto me observava. Ao terminar de conversar com a minha avó, me virei em direção a sala para cumprimentar a pessoa que ali estava mas para minha surpresa não tinha ninguém ali. Perguntei a minha avó se a irmã dela estava lá ou outra pessoa e ela disse que estava sozinha. Contei o que havia visto e ela imediatamente disse que era minha bisavó. Nessa hora eu gelei e decidi voltar para casa. Minha avó sempre foi meio sensitiva e tinha sonhos e intuições certeiros, então não duvidei dela. Contei o que havia acontecido a parentes e todos me disseram a mesma coisa, que pela minha discrição, se parecia com minha bisavó. Mas havia um detalhe muito importante, eu não cheguei a conhecer minha bisavó já que, ela faleceu pouco antes do meu nascimento. Não tinha certeza de quem era até que um dia, um familiar achou e me mostrou uma foto da minha bisavó e para meu choque, era a mesma pessoa que eu havia visto naquele dia na casa da minha avó. Minha avó dizia que minha bisavó havia vindo me conhecer naquele dia já que, eu nasci após seu falecimento. Ela dizia que ela era um anjo que a protegia e a visitava. Minha avó faleceu esse ano, eu espero que elas tenham se reencontrado e estejam juntas novamente. "One day I was going to my grandmother's house. There were two doors there, one leading to the living room and the other to the kitchen. I decided to enter through the kitchen door since I noticed that my grandmother was there. Upon entering, I greeted her and noticed someone sitting on the sofa, as there were no doors separating the rooms and it was possible to see the living room from there. I looked closely at the person sitting there while talking to my grandmother and thought it was my grandmother's sister, as she looked very similar. To this day, I remember what she was wearing, a wine colored skirt and a beige blouse with some darker details. This person was looking directly at me and making a whistling gesture, but no sound came out. She also swayed back and forth while watching me. After finishing talking to my grandmother, I turned towards the living room to greet the person there, but to my surprise, there was no one there. I asked my grandmother if her sister was there or someone else, and she said she was alone. I told her what I had seen, and she immediately said it was my great-grandmother. At that moment, I froze and decided to go back home. My grandmother has always been somewhat sensitive and had accurate dreams and intuitions, so I didn't doubt her. I told relatives what had happened, and they all said the same thing, that by my description, it resembled my great-grandmother. But there was a very important detail, I had never met my great grandmother since she passed away shortly before I was born. I wasn't sure who it was until one day, a relative found and showed me a photo of my great-grandmother, and to my shock, it was the same person I had seen that day at my grandmother's house. My grandmother used to say that my great-grandmother had come to meet me that day since I was born after she passed away. She said she was an angel who protected and visited her. My grandmother passed away this year, I hope they have reunited and are together again."

One night while my mom and I were visiting my aunt who lives in my great grandparents house on the second floor. We were all already in bed, lights off, regular night it was probably 11:30pm. My aunt gets out of bed and says she’s thirsty and wants to go get something to drink from the kitchen. My mom was in her own room across the hall and the kitchen shared a wall with where I was staying with my aunt. Keep in mind it’s an old house and you can hear everything, all the rooms are close together. Any way, she leaves the room and I hear her go into my mom’s room. I’m still laying in bed, lights are on, just waiting for my aunt to come back. There was a window across the room from me with a shear curtain closed over it. I started hearing someone or something from that window calling out to me getting louder and louder. It sounded like a “pssst” and then again “pssssst”. I started freaking out and yelling out to my mom and my aunt as loud as I could. They couldn’t hear me. The “pssssst” got louder, and my entire body got chills. I began crying because my mom couldn’t hear me screaming out for them. I was terrified. I just knew and felt something on the other side of that window was staring at me. Remember, we are on second story building, like upstairs, not at ground level. No one could be walking by outside etc.. Any way, I got so freaked that in such a small old house no one could hear my screams, my fight or flight kicked in and I BOLTED out of that room over to my mom’s room. My aunt and mom both looked at me dumbfounded because they thought I got hurt or something. My face red and wet with tears and panic. I told them I was yelling out for them and they said they couldn’t hear anything at all. When I told them what happened they stared at each other and in order to calm me down they brushed it off saying it was some sort of animal or bug that makes that noise. They’ve had their own terrifying experiences in that house so I know they were just saying the bug story to not let me freak out more. That event haunts me to this day. I was 16 years old when it happened, I’m in my 30s now and I can still remember it vividly. I don’t know what dimension or void or block that thing calling out to me engulfed me in because for no one to hear me still freaks me out to this day.

My brother and I had a Sasquatch sighting off a service road. It roared from behind cover at us after we ran after it to get a closer look

It was 7 am in the morning and I had a holiday and my perents where at work. I woke up and heard some weird bangs in my living room and I did think anything of it until I saw a tall shadow on the floor in the hallway approaching me I then saw this 9ft tall thing leaning on the door frame his body was also curved bc he wouldn't even fit the hight of the hall way, I stared at him for what felt like 5 min (bare in mind in still in bed and didn't move bc I was obv scared) then the figure ran back to the living room in less than a sec I heard the light switch of the living room turn on and heard the door getting shut closed also i would like to mention my family doesn't turn on the light in the morning bc we have a huge window that let's light in. After that I obv called my perents. Later that night something else had happened that I will talk about in another story

Every night I can hear footsteps in my house and even in my room and next to my bed. We have very creaky floors in my house and you can hear evey step, and at night I can hear like someone is walking around. You get used to the foot's but it's still creepy. It can't be one of my family members because I sleep with the door closed and I would hear them opening the door. There was one time in which I heard my dad call me to wake up like he usually does, I woke up, and there was no one in the house. I woke up at around 9:00 and my dad left for work at 7:00

When I was a teenager and on vacation, I used to enjoy spending the nights on the balcony, listening to music, and watching the night sky. I would gaze at the stars, trying to recognize their patterns for the following night, and so it went on. One time, as dawn was breaking, something caught my attention: I noticed that one of the stars was moving rapidly, whereas it had been stationary before. It didn't flicker or emit light; it was a steady glow. It moved toward the horizon faster and faster until I could no longer see it. I never could explain exactly what I had witnessed.

My boyfriend and I found a drawing of a crying girl with a desperate message asking for help, sitting in our silverware drawer. This was very odd since we were fully settled in. Strange things started to happen after that: doors seemed blocked from the other side, as if someone was leaning heavily against them, and phantom figures appeared and harassed us, especially what looked like a disembodied crocodile claw that would scamper around and run “under” our bed though we were sleeping on a mattress on the floor at the time. These unnerving events drove us to stay with friends for a while. When I returned, I found a weird stick with crosses and circles marked on it. After breaking it and throwing it away, the bizarre activities stopped. We left the apartment at the end of our lease, still puzzled by the whole experience. We never got any answers.

Olá, primeiramente gostaria de dizer que não sou nenhuma professora de português e tenho um bebe em casa. Então, erros vão existir. Vou dar um contexto ao que aconteceu, senão a história vai fazer menos sentindo do que já faz. Eu trabalhei minha adolescência quase toda para o advogado da minha família. Então acabamos por nos tornar amigos e mesmo depois de sair do emprego e seguir a vida ele sempre que precisava e eu podia, o ajudava com as coisas do escritório, pois foram quase 6 anos fazendo as coisas e eu já sabia como ele gostava de organizar tudo. Então um dia ele me ligou e perguntou se eu podia ajudar ele com a mudança do escritório. Me explicou que se mudaria para a sala da frente da galeria PARIS, que lá era mais barato e mais acessível que no prédio onde ele estava. Eu concordei pois não estava trabalhando aquela semana. No mesmo dia peguei a chave e já fui dar uma olhada na nova sala. Quando cheguei lá estava cheia de poeira e uma placa de imobiliária abandonada que aparentemente já estava lá a no mínimo uns 2 anos pela sujeira. A galeria de salas ficava ao lado do prédio onde funcionava o fórum de justiça da cidade, eles usavam lá como depósito de processos arquivados e algumas salas como defensoria pública, eu já tinha ido lá algumas vezes ajudar a procurar casos arquivados. Cidade pequena tem dessas coisas, se você precisa, você que procure. Então já estava familiarizada com o prédio. No outro dia passei a tarde toda limpando o que dava na sala, tirei a poeira, a placa abandonada e levei o resto dos produtos de limpeza que eu ia usar para lavar o espaço. Era uma sala em L. Recepção, sala principal e uma copa com banheiro. Uma parte de frente para a rua e a outra para dentro do prédio. Foram dias fazendo arrumações, peguei a chave com a senhora que fazia a limpeza, conversei bastante com ela sobre a história da galeria, que era um dos prédios mais antigos da cidade. A galeria paris foi construída por uma família rica da região, então lá foi um lar que foi abandonado por muitos anos, até que nós anos 70 um médio comprou e fez dali o primeiro hospital da cidade que funcionou até 1993. Eu sabia de toda a história, conhecia partes do prédio que pouca gente tinha acesso por causa do emprego com o advogado e das amizades que fiz no fórum. Passei dias organizando as prateleiras livros e arquivos, algumas dias saia da galeria as 23:00 ou as vezes até mais tarde. Nunca, absolutamente nunca tinha notado oi visto algo estranho. Pelo contrário ali tinha uma paz absurda, era silencioso. Então passaram-se alguns dias e tudo ficou pronto. Eu voltei ao meu trabalho habitual e o amigo foi para sua nova sala. Então chegou o feriado do feriado prolongado e meu advogado/amigo pediu novamente para cuidar do escritório. Eu não tinha trabalho naquela semana, pensei por que não? Eu seria paga pelos dias, de quinta-feira a quarta-feira da próxima semana, ficaria na tranquilidade da sala, poderia fazer alguns trabalhos da faculdade e ainda ganhar uns trocos. Meu erro foi ter aceitado. Mas se não fosse por esse erro eu não estaria aqui não é mesmo? Na quinta-feira eu fiquei a tarde toda sem fazer nada, assisti um filme e conversei com o assistente de outros advogados que trabalhavam no prédio, o dia foi muito tranquilo, tanto que pro outro dia, sexta-feira, eu ia baixar um editor de vídeos para ter o que fazer na segunda feira. Na sexta cheguei as 9:00 manhã e comecei a baixar o arquivo, que por ser muito pesado e o notebook ser ruim, levou uma eternidade. Sai para almoçar e voltei as 14:00 e o arquivo tinha se corrompido e tive que começar tudo outra vez. Passaram-se mais algumas horas e a tranquilidade tinha tomado o prédio. Todas as outras pessoas já tinha ido embora, já eram 18:20 quando o arquivo baixou. Internet ruim, PC ruim, coisa boa n ia dar. Minhas coisas já estavam organizadas na mesa para que eu fosse embora também, mas decidi ficar e terminar de instalar o editor. Fiquei conversando com uns amigos no WhatsApp e vendo alguns vídeos no YouTube. O ar condicionado já tinha sido desligado, mas a sala ainda estava fria, com uma temperatura agradável. Então quando eram 19:40, eu escutei as portas do prédio dilatando pela temperatura ter mudado, o dia estava quente, quando o sol baixou as portas de madeira fizeram barulho. Eu não liguei, por ter morado em casa antiga minha vida toda eu sabia dos barulhos da madeira. Então o som da madeira ecoou por todo prédio e pareceu parar na porta dos fundos que dava para o corredor principal de dentro do prédio. Eu estranhei, mas achei que podia ser alguém lá dentro arrumando alguma coisa. Mas do nada a sala que estava fresca pareceu aquecer, como se eu estivesse no meio de muita gente. Foi quando começou. Eu ouvia barulhos de todos os lados, como se tivessem coisas sendo arrastadas, jogadas, balançada. Eu não conseguia identificar de onde vinha o som, porque vinha de todos os lados. Minha única reação foi olhar para a porta dos fundos e dizer “ eu não quero te ver!” disse isso várias vezes alto enquanto tentava pegar minhas coisas no mesa para sair. O barulho não parava, eu tremia muito e ficou difícil pegar a chave para sair. Eu tentei achar lógica no som, mas se alguma coisa tivesse caído, ia parar. Se estivessem arrastando também ia parar. A porta balançava levemente, como se quisesse abrir e eu não conseguia tirar o olho da maçaneta, eu já estava aturdida com tanto barulho, quando consegui passar pela recepção, ainda olhando pelo vidro para a porta que ainda balançava com o barulho, eu mal conseguia andar nesse momento. Quando finalmente alcancei a porta de saída, eu tremia tanto que perdi meu chinelo lá dentro. A chave de saída era uma chave de 4 encaixes, nunca foi tão desesperador colocar uma chave na fechadura e ainda olhando para o fundo da sala, sem chinelo, sem alma e de costas para a saída. Quando finalmente abri a porta e saí de dentro do prédio, busquei meu chinelo com a pontinha dos dedos e puxei a porta com tanta força que quase quebrei os vidros. O que me matou um pouco, foi que assim que eu saí para rua e tranquei a porta, do mesmo jeito que os barulhos começaram, eles se foram. Como se a madeira das portas do interior do prédio tivesse voltado a se encolher. Fiquei alguns segundos parada na porta olhando pra dentro apavorada e sem reação pelo que tinha acontecido. Eu não sabia se chorava, se chamava por ajuda, só fiquei ali, tremendo e olhando. Hipnotizada. Até que um homem que estava esperando a esposa no carro saí e perguntou se eu estava bem. Perguntei a ele se tinha muito tempo que estava lá, se tinha ouvido alguma coisa, se tinha visto alguém entrar no prédio. Ele me disse que estava lá a 30 minutos e que nem pessoas passando na rua tinha. Eu ainda fiquei por um tempo olhando a porta pensando se voltava lá dentro para desligar o computador. Bem, ele ficou o final de semana todo ligado. E eu sem saber se teria coragem de voltar na segunda. Na segunda-feira, tirei coragem do fundo e voltei, foi quando fiquei mesmo obcecada pelo que tinha acontecido na sexta, perguntei a todos se eles tinha entrado no prédio, fui atrás de entender o que aconteceu. Foi quando descobri outras coisas das quais eu não tinha reparado antes. Quando fui limpar a sala conversei por um bom tempo com a senhora da limpeza. Ela me entregou a chave e nunca mais pegou. Primeiro que o prédio não tinha ninguém trabalhando na limpeza geral. Até hoje me pergunto com quem conversei todo aquele tempo. Fiquei paranoica a semana toda, o advogado riu muito quando contei o que tinha acontecido, falei pra ele que eu nunca mais ficaria lá, que se um dia ele se mudasse outra vez que conversaríamos sobre, mas ali não. Passaram se mais alguns dias, depois de eu escutar tantas histórias de coisas estranhas da galeria paris, o advogado precisou ir ao escritório a noite pata imprimir alguns documentos. Então ele teve a prova de que as vezes rir do que não se conhece é uma forma de atrair pra você. Ele literalmente escutou as mesmas coisas que eu. Mas diferente de mim saiu logo correndo. Eu ainda fui trouxa de tentar racionalizar o que não se pode explicar. A galeria foi demolida a uns 3 anos, e eu me pergunto... Será que quem ou o que me aterrorizou naquele dia conseguiu achar paz ou só está esperando que outro prédio seja construído ali?? Translation: Hello, first I would like to say that I am not a Portuguese teacher and I have a baby at home. So, errors will exist. I'm going to give a context to what happened, otherwise the story will make less sense than it already does. I worked almost all of my adolescence for my family's lawyer. So we ended up becoming friends and even after leaving my job and moving on with my life, whenever I needed it and I could, I helped him with things at the office, as it had been almost 6 years of doing things and I already knew how he liked to organize all. Then one day he called me and asked if I could help him move his office. He explained to me that he would move to the front room of the PARIS gallery, which was cheaper and more accessible than in the building where he was. I agreed because I wasn't working that week. The same day I got the key and went to take a look at the new room. When I got there it was full of dust and an abandoned real estate sign that apparently had been there for at least 2 years due to the dirt. The gallery of rooms was next to the building where the city's justice forum was located, they used it as a depository for cold cases and some rooms as a public defender's office, I had already gone there a few times to help look for cold cases. Small towns have these things, if you need them, you have to look for them. So I was already familiar with the building. The other day I spent the whole afternoon cleaning what was in the room, I removed the dust, the abandoned plaque and took the rest of the cleaning products that I was going to use to wash the space. It was an L-shaped room. Reception, main room and a pantry with bathroom. One part faces the street and the other faces the building. We spent days cleaning up, I got the key from the lady who cleaned, I talked to her a lot about the history of the gallery, which was one of the oldest buildings in the city. The Paris gallery was built by a rich family in the region, so it was a home that was abandoned for many years, until in the 70s a middle man bought it and built it into the city's first hospital, which operated until 1993. I knew all about it. history, I knew parts of the building that few people had access to because of my job with the lawyer and the friendships I made at the forum. I spent days organizing the books and files shelves, some days I left the gallery at 11pm or sometimes even later. I had never, absolutely never noticed or seen anything strange. On the contrary, there was an absurd peace there, it was silent. Then a few days passed and everything was ready. I went back to my usual work and the friend went to his new room. Then the long weekend arrived and my lawyer/friend asked me again to take care of the office. I didn't have work that week, I thought why not? I would be paid for the days, from Thursday to Wednesday of the next week, I would be in the tranquility of the room, I could do some college work and still earn some change. My mistake was accepting it. But if it weren't for that mistake, I wouldn't be here, right? On Thursday I spent the whole afternoon doing nothing, I watched a film and talked to the assistant of other lawyers who worked in the building, the day was very peaceful, so much so that the next day, Friday, I was going to download an editor of videos to have something to do on Monday. On Friday I arrived at 9:00 am and started downloading the file, which, because it was very heavy and the notebook was bad, took forever. I went out for lunch and came back at 2:00 pm and the file had gotten corrupted and I had to start all over again. A few more hours passed and tranquility had taken over the building. Everyone else had already left, it was already 6:20 pm when the file downloaded. Bad internet, bad PC, good things wouldn't happen. My things were already organized on the table for me to leave too, but I decided to stay and finish installing the editor. I chatted with some friends on WhatsApp and watched some videos on YouTube. The air conditioning had already been turned off, but the room was still cool, with a pleasant temperature. Then when it was 7:40 pm, I heard the doors of the building expanding due to the change in temperature, the day was hot, when the sun went down the wooden doors made noise. I didn't care, having lived in an old house my whole life, I knew about the noises made by the wood. Then the sound of wood echoed throughout the building and seemed to stop at the back door that led to the main hallway inside the building. I was surprised, but I thought it could be someone inside fixing something. But out of nowhere the room, which was cool, seemed to heat up, as if I were among a lot of people. That's when it started. I heard noises from all sides, as if things were being dragged, thrown, shaken. I couldn't identify where the sound was coming from, because it was coming from everywhere.My only reaction was to look at the back door and say “I don’t want to see you!” I said this several times out loud as I tried to grab my things from the table to leave. The noise didn't stop, I was shaking a lot and it was difficult to get the key to get out. I tried to find logic in the sound, but if anything had fallen, it would stop. If they were dragging it would also stop. The door was shaking slightly, as if it wanted to open and I couldn't take my eye off the handle, I was already stunned by so much noise, when I managed to get through reception, still looking through the glass at the door that was still shaking with the noise, I could barely manage to open it. walk at this moment. When I finally reached the exit door, I was shaking so much that I lost my slipper inside. The exit key was a 4-way key, it was never so desperate to put a key in the lock and still look at the back of the room, without slippers, without a soul and with my back to the exit. When I finally opened the door and left the building, I found my slipper with my fingertips and pulled the door with such force that I almost broke the glass. What killed me a little was that as soon as I went out into the street and locked the door, just as the noises started, they went away. As if the wood on the doors inside the building had shrunk again. I stood at the door for a few seconds looking inside, terrified and unresponsive to what had happened. I didn't know whether to cry or call for help, I just stood there, shaking and looking. Hypnotized. Until a man who was waiting for his wife in the car came out and asked if I was okay. I asked him if he had been there long, if he had heard anything, if he had seen anyone enter the building. He told me that he had been there 30 minutes and that there weren't even any people passing by on the street. I still looked at the door for a while wondering if I should go back inside to turn off the computer. Well, it was on all weekend. And I didn't know if I would have the courage to come back on Monday. On Monday, I got the courage to go back, that's when I really became obsessed with what had happened on Friday, I asked everyone if they had entered the building, I tried to understand what happened. That's when I discovered other things that I hadn't noticed before. When I went to clean the room, I talked to the cleaning lady for a long time. She handed me the key and never took it back. Firstly, the building had no one working on general cleaning. To this day I wonder who I talked to all that time. I was paranoid all week, the lawyer laughed a lot when I told him what had happened, I told him that I would never stay there again, that if one day he moved again that we would talk about it, but not there. A few more days passed, after I heard so many stories of strange things from the Paris gallery, the lawyer had to go to the office at night to print some documents. So he had proof that sometimes laughing at what you don't know is a way of attracting you. He literally heard the same things I did. But unlike me, he quickly ran away. I was still stupid trying to rationalize what cannot be explained. The gallery was demolished about 3 years ago, and I wonder... Has whoever or whatever terrorized me that day managed to find peace or is they just waiting for another building to be built there??

O ano era 2006, entre os meses de maio e junho. Eu era militar da Marinha do Brasil e na época, estava em período de formação militar na Organização Militar (OM) CIAB (Centro de Instrução e Adestramento de Brasília). Lembro-me de estar em serviço de pernoite nesta OM, num dia de sábado para domingo. Nesse dia, o serviço do qual fui incumbido era de guarita, numa localidade da OM conhecida como Posto Sul. O serviço era armado (FAL 7,62mm). Com 2h de posto e 4h de descanso. O Posto Sul era uma guarita que ficava numa das extremidades mais isoladas da OM. Essa guarita tinha 3 andares, onde no andar do topo, havia um holofote. Que deveria ser aceso de 30 em 30min nos períodos noturnos. No andar do meio, havia um interfone para comunicação com a Sala de Estado (onde ficava o Sargento responsável por toda a equipe de serviço). O interfone também deveria ser acionado de 30 em 30min. Entre 03h e 04h da madrugada de domingo, eu estava no Posto Sul, escuro, frio, cheio de mosquitos e morcegos. Porém, eu estava bem agasalhado e a farda me protegia bem contra o frio e insetos. O fuzil estava em minhas costas, preso pela bandoleira. Em uma das vezes em que precisei acionar o holofote do topo da guarita, por volta de 03-03h30 da madrugada, visualizei vários pontos de luz, distantes, no céu. Dispostos como se fossem fogos de artifício, porém não eram fogos. Pois as luzes ficavam fixas no céu, surgiram do nada e ficavam mudando de cor. Além de eu não ter escutado nenhum barulho, a localidade onde as luzes estavam, era muito erma. A cidade mais próxima na direção das luzes no céu, não era vista num raio superior a 50 km. Então concluí que aquelas luzes eram algo bizarro e desconhecido. As luzes começaram azuladas, depois ficaram verdes, vermelhas e estavam fixas no céu. Eu fiquei paralisado olhando tudo aquilo, com o fuzil nas costas. O estranho fenômeno das luzes foi parando aos poucos, até sumir de vez no céu. Acendi o holofote conforme procedimento, desliguei e acionei o interfone. Sem relatar a respeito das luzes que vi mais cedo. Em seguida, peguei o celular e liguei para a minha casa. Meu pai atendeu e falei a ele que tinha visto algo muito bizarro e que contaria a ele quando chegasse em casa. E este foi o relato sobre o incidente mais bizarro de minha vida. Translation: The year was 2006, between the months of May and June. I was a soldier in the Brazilian Navy and at the time, I was undergoing military training at the Military Organization (OM) CIAB (Brasília Instruction and Training Center). I remember being on overnight duty at this OM, on a Saturday to Sunday day. On that day, the service I was assigned to was guarding, in a location in the OM known as Posto Sul. The service was armed (FAL 7.62mm). With 2 hours on duty and 4 hours off. The South Post was a guardhouse located at one of the most isolated ends of the OM. This guardhouse had 3 floors, where on the top floor there was a searchlight. It should be lit every 30 minutes at night. On the middle floor, there was an intercom for communication with the State Room (where the Sergeant responsible for the entire service team was located). The intercom should also be activated every 30 minutes. Between 3am and 4am on Sunday morning, I was at Posto Sul, dark, cold, full of mosquitoes and bats. However, I was well dressed and the uniform protected me well against the cold and insects. The rifle was on my back, held by the shoulder strap. One of the times I needed to activate the searchlight at the top of the guardhouse, around 3-3:30 am, I saw several points of light, far away, in the sky. Arranged as if they were fireworks, but they weren't fireworks. Because the lights were fixed in the sky, they appeared out of nowhere and kept changing color. In addition to not having heard any noise, the location where the lights were was very deserted. The closest city in the direction of the lights in the sky was not visible within a radius of more than 50 km. So I concluded that those lights were something bizarre and unknown. The lights started out blue, then turned green, red and were fixed in the sky. I was paralyzed looking at all that, with the rifle on my back. The strange phenomenon of lights gradually stopped, until it disappeared once and for all in the sky. I turned on the spotlight as per procedure, turned it off and activated the intercom. Without reporting about the lights I saw earlier. Then I picked up my cell phone and called my house. My father answered and I told him that I had seen something very bizarre and that I would tell him when I got home. And this was the account of the most bizarre incident of my life.

I lived in this house for over 18 years. During my time in this house I have seen poltergeist activity, strange shadows, closet doors have broken, have heard strange knockings on the roof and many cleaning personal have reported that they feel strange inside of the house. It must be noted that my great great grandpa suffered a terrible accident and his funeral was held at the house with some of his remains.

I do Apologize but I dont remember exact date but I was staying on a boyscout trip on the hornet and got the full experience serving food to the guests of course and getting to fly in the sanctioned government flight test simulator...it was pretty awesome, now when the weirdness starts happening is when we go to sleep, my mothers boyfriend swears he heard me call his sons name in the middle of the night...low and behold we found out next day that we stayed in the most haunted part of the ship...where they kept the medical patients. Who knows, someone named ryann back in the heyday was in some trouble

As always, I sleep in my room next to my mother's, that day for some reason I decide to go to sleep in her room, double bed, my parents are separated and only she and I sleep at home. Before going to bed we checked everything for safety. Her bed is facing the bedroom door that is facing the kitchen door. I remember that at dawn I woke up very scared, I looked at the top door of the kitchen and it was open, and there was an apparently strong man in an orange shirt. At the same moment I covered myself again super scared and ended up falling asleep. The other day, I asked my mother if she realised if the door was open as soon as she woke up, she said no. When I went to look at the window of my room there were knife scratches in the wood

Encontrei uma Deusa grega chamada...Bekah a mais linda dentre todas as Deusas q ja passou por esse misero planeta, fui encantado pela sua beleza e seu humor...sera q ela um dia me levara para conhecer o céu? Espero q sim Translated: I found a Greek Goddess called...Bekah, the most beautiful of all the Goddesses who have ever passed through this miserable planet, I was enchanted by her beauty and her humor...will she one day take me to see heaven? I hope so

Estávamos eu e um colega no trabalho conversando e em um determinado momento, esse meu amigo olhou para o céu e apontou para um ponto especifico e me perguntou o que era aquilo. O que vimos era varias luzes, parecendo satélites, saindo de dentro de uma nuvem. Como o céu estava parcialmente limpo e não vimos o trajeto completo dessas luzes, descartamos a hipótese de satélites ou até mesmo a STARLINK. Aquelas luzes realmente estavam saindo de dentro daquela nuvem isolada. Bom, foram 5 luzes ao todo e conseguimos filmar 2 delas. Pouco tempo depois acompanhando as mesmas, elas sumiram.

I was living in a house that was about 100 years old, built in the early 1900’s. One day I was reading in one of the bedrooms, and I had the window open. It was an old semi-circular stained glass window that latched at the top, and you would push the top open. When I finished reading, I closed the window and left the room, shutting the door behind me. The door had a door handle that you push down to open the door. About 10-15 minutes later, I distinctly heard the door handle push down, click, and the door creaked open. Feeling a draft, I went over and saw that the window in the room was open. That was a bit creepy, but could be written off …I mean, hearing the door handle was odd, but…however, not long after, I was hanging out in the living room of that house, which was separated from the kitchen with a wall (no doors, open on both sides). I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the loudest crashes and bangs coming from the kitchen. It sounded like every pot and pan in there had just crashed to the floor. Obviously I rushed in to see what had happened….and nothing had changed. Everything was in it’s rightful place. I could not get out of there fast enough! I was thoroughly freaked out. That sound could not be imagined. James Bay in Victoria is rich in ghost stories, I hope more people from there share their experiences on this site!

Over many years, stories have been told about this area. Many local people report seeing objects in the sky, weird noises in the woods, isolated branches moving seemingly on their own, and the feeling of chasing someone or being chased with no one else around. On this night, my then girlfriend (22f) and I (23m) were just hanging out at this baseball field, stone sober, just spending time together at night. This was a clear, warm night with a bright full moon just above the tree line behind home plate. She and I we walking around the infield and began to walk into the outfield. The moonlight created a perfect line between the infield and outfield, lighting the outfield perfectly. As we walk into the moonlight, we notice a figure, appearing to be wearing a black hoodie and khaki shorts, leaning in the fence facing us. I yell to the figure, thinking it was a friend of mine, "Tom? Is that you Tom? Who is that? Who are you?... Hello?" As I get closer. Around 20 yards away, the gf stops and freezes. I approached closer to be about 10 yards away. I stop for a brief moment and just stare straight at this figure. The face was completely dark, showing minimal features. All that was distinguishable was what appeared to be the head larger on top, coming down to a rounded point at the bottom, and a small, pointed, beak-like nose. After that moment of panic and confusion, the gf called my name to snap me out of it. I backed up to her, keeping my eyes fixed on the figure. Once she and I were together again, we linked arms, went back to back, and got out of there. But, as we locked arms and began to turn, we witnessed this figure disappear, leaving only what we first assumed were the shorts, but then looked like a light colored sign hanging on the fence. After this, one or both of us had our eyes fixated on this as long as we could as we continued out of there with switching back and forth to keep our eyes on this things and watch where we were going. Once we left the woods, we hurried back to the car and we were silent for 15 mins on the way home. As soon as we get home, we tell our friends while it's fresh in our minds, literally shaking and struggling to form words out of fear. So the next night around the same time (around 10 pm), our 3 other friends went back to the baseball field. They sat and watched for an hour or after it got dark, then as the moon was in a similar point in the sky (it was another clear night), one of them went and stood in the same area. He wore a black hoodie with the hood up and stood there in different ways to try to hide his face. The other friends could see every facial feature of his face as soon as the stepped into the outfield. To be clear, this was a very frequent hang out spot for many of us our whole lives. Never has there been a sign on this fence, before or after this event. This is a small town, I spent my entire life intimately involved in the community growing up with highly active first responder parents and myself becoming a first responder for at least 7 yrs before this. It's very unlikely this could've been anyone from the community who I wouldn't recognize or who wouldn't recognize me.

Quando fui conhecer a cidade histórica de ouro preto, senti a energia da cidade muito pesada. Era uma cidade que vivia da escravidão e extração de ouro. Quando fui conhecer uma mina desativada de ouro, o guia ouviu vozes. Já no hotel que eu estava era um residência do período colonial, lá tive varias experiências sobrenatural. Primeira foi um vulto branco passando de um lado para o outro, com medo me cobri e tentei dormir, com isso senti calor e liguei o ventilador, cai no sono e estante depois acordei assustado e suado e quando olhei o ventilador estava desligado, achei estranho e pensando se eu tinha ligado em sonhos ou não. No dia seguinte tive outra visita noturna, dessa vez vi um fantasma, abaixado no pé da cama, parecia um fantasma de algum escravo, ele era esquelético dava para ver pela luz e entrava no quarto pelas frestas da porta. Depois dessas experiências assustadoras resolvi ir embora no dia seguinte. When I went to visit the historic city of Ouro Preto, I felt the energy of the city was very heavy. It was a city that lived off slavery and gold extraction. When I went to visit a deactivated gold mine, the guide heard voices. The hotel I was in was a colonial period residence, there I had several supernatural experiences. First it was a white figure passing from one side to the other, I was scared and tried to sleep, so I felt hot and turned on the fan, I fell asleep and then I woke up scared and sweaty and when I looked the fan was off, I thought it was strange and wondering if I had called in dreams or not. The next day I had another nocturnal visit, this time I saw a ghost, crouched at the foot of the bed, it looked like the ghost of a slave, it was skeletal and you could see it in the light and it entered the room through the cracks in the door. After these frightening experiences I decided to leave the next day.

The famous Chupacu (Suckass) is a bizzare and mysterious creature that has been scaring the residents of Goianinha (Litle Goiania). According to witnesses, he sneaks in through the roofs of residents' homes, and whithout any prior notice or warning, he starts sucking the ass of everyione who doesn't have any underwaer underwear. We still don't know what this creature is capable of causing, none of the victmis came back to tell the story, as they died of chupacuzância (asssuckead). Therefore, we ask that you be careful, and never forget to wear underwear to sleep, otherwise the Chupacu could show up at your house and suck your ass!

Sai do meu quarto para usar o banheiro que ficava perto do corredor da minha casa (tinha q passar pela sala para ir), quando saio do banheiro e olho para a sala me deparo com duas figuras de mais de 2 metros de altura sem corpo físico paupável, era uma espécie de corpo translúcido cinza e do pescoço para cima algo fisicamente paupável. Fiquei assustada e achei que fosse algo espiritual a princípio e como sou médium pedi para eles se retirarem do ambiente, não esboçaram nenhuma reação e fui ficando cada vez mais assustada e no impulso de medo, eu decidi que voltaria a meu quarto, mas eles se encontravam no caminho e passei por dentro de um deles. Era como se eu olhasse dentro de um prisma, todas as cores, era mágico e brilhoso. Fiz isso e me tranquei no meu quarto. Quando acordei pela manhã contei a minha mãe que também ficou assustada com meu relato. Me orientou a falar com um um tio meu que é pai de santo e eu assim fiz. Até o momento não tinha passado na minha cabeça a ideia de que poderia ser seres extraterrestres, mas contando os detalhes corporais a esse meu tio, ele me informou que não era nada do nosso planeta e sim que provavelmente eu tinha tido contato com seres de outros planetas. Comecei a pesquisar um pouco sobre as espécies e me deparei com a imagem de um arcturiano idêntico aos que vi na sal da minha casa. Até hoje eu não entendi o propósito da visita deles. Mas mudou toda minha perspectiva em relação as nossas vidas e planos. Translated: I left my room to use the bathroom that was close to the hallway of my house (I had to go through the living room to go), when I left the bathroom and looked into the living room I came across two figures over 2 meters tall with no physical body paupable, it was a kind of translucent gray body and from the neck up something physically paupable. I was scared and I thought it was something spiritual at first and as I'm a medium I asked them to leave the room, they didn't show any reaction and I became more and more scared and in the impulse of fear, I decided that I would go back to my room, but they left. were on the way and I passed through one of them. It was as if I was looking into a prism, all the colors, it was magical and bright. I did so and locked myself in my room. When I woke up in the morning I told my mother who was also scared by my story. She advised me to talk to an uncle of mine who is a saint's father and I did so. Until now, the idea that they could be extraterrestrial beings had not crossed my mind, but telling my uncle the body details, he informed me that it was nothing from our planet but that I had probably had contact with beings from other planets. planets. I started researching a little about the species and came across an image of an Arcturian identical to the ones I saw in the room at my house. To this day I still don't understand the purpose of their visit. But it changed my entire perspective regarding our lives and plans.

One day, there was no light at home, so I went to the balcony because it was hot, when I looked at the sky, I saw a little ball of light, as if it were a star that walked in a straight line, dodging three other stars until it disappeared behind the hill in front of my house. Um dia, estava sem luz em casa, então fui para a varanda pois estava calor, quando olhei pro céu, vi uma bolinha de luz, como se fosse uma estrela que andava em linha reta desviando de outras três estrelas até sumir por de trás da colina em frente à minha casa.

I lived in this house for a few years and had many paranormal experiences throughout the time. I was 12 or so when we moved into the house and now that I think back I remember feeling strange about the house from the start, there was just something about it that didn’t feel right. I always felt like someone was watching me constantly in that house, and I know my mother did also. My first experience happened around the same time my mother and stepfathers experience had also occurred, that is when it hit me what was actually going on. I had previous paranormal experiences when i was very young too but i cannot remember them anymore, but these I will never forget. I was asleep one night and awoke abruptly to the feeling that someone had punched me, punched me so hard it felt as though it moved my whole body across the bed but it didn’t hurt, I remember feeling strange about it because it didn’t feel like a muscle spasm or anything that would occur in my sleep, at the time i just put it down to a spasm and went back to sleep. Im unsure if it was the next day or few days after but I walked into the kitchen to my parents talking about their experience. My mother and stepfather were also in bed when their experience occurred, my mother had felt someone tickling her leg and thought it was my stepfather, he had also had the same tickling on his leg and thought it was her. This is when I realised what had actually happened that night. My second experience wasn’t long after the first, again i was in bed and it was late at night. I could hear scratching in or on the walls, all of me wanted to believe it was just a rat in the walls or in the roof but it sounded louder and harder than a rat or mouse should sound, again i convinced myself it was just a rat to get myself back to sleep. My last experience confirmed it all for me, i was older than the first two experiences i think about 15 or 16. My parents had gone out for the night and i was home alone, i was engrossed watching the television and I had heard my parents arrive home, walk up the porch and open and close the door, i was however still engrossed in the tv, trying to watch whatever it was while I could. In the corner of my eye I saw who I thought was my stepfather walk across the hallway to hang his jacket up as he usually would,I was still watching television. After a while I was confused as to why my parents had not entered the lounge room yet, they would always come say hello when they had gotten home, i looked around the house to find that they were not in the house, i checked for their car and sure enough it wasn’t there because they had not arrived home yet. I hadn’t experienced anything after that, in saying that i did move out of home not long after. The house did have alot of history, its an old old farm that I believe was around in the world war, there was so much to explore there. There was alot left behind from the past, I remember a fire place that had a cauldron hanging over it, there was so much to see on that farm. Although the experiences, They didn’t feel evil, there is something about that house now that makes me so drawn in and i really wish i could explore that house again.I believe we even had strangers asking to come and see the house and commonly we would have people just standing outside looking in. I know other people have had experiences there and i would honestly love to know what others went through there.

Dezembro de 2018,era por volta das 21:00 horas moro no sítio e a casa da minha sogra era um sítio vizinho Estávamos indo na casa dela eu e meu marido estávamos de moto, quando nos avistamos de longe um fogo. A casa dela tinha encruzilhada, avistamos de longe um fogo forte paramos no meio do caminho pra ligar pra ela ,para perguntar se tinha gente lá fazendo alguma fogueira,mas não deu tempo de ligar pra ela pois quando paramos em segundos esse fogo já estava nos alcançando , então viramos a moto e fomos mais rápido que conseguimos para casa e essa e esse fogo ainda atrás da gente só parou quando conseguimos vira na entrada de casa. Era uma bola de fogo enorme, conhecido como mãe de ouro,já tínhamos ouvido falar dessa bola de fogo ,mas nunca tínhamos visto, até hoje lá naquele lugar as pessoas relata ver essa bola de fogo. Translated: December 2018, it was around 9 pm, I live on the farm and my mother-in-law's house was a neighboring farm. We were going to her house, my husband and I were on a motorbike, when we saw a fire from afar. Her house had a crossroads, we saw a strong fire from afar, we stopped halfway to call her, to ask if there were people there building a fire, but we didn't have time to call her because when we stopped, within seconds the fire was already in our path. reaching it, so we turned the motorbike and went home as fast as we could and this and this fire still behind us only stopped when we managed to turn into the entrance to the house. It was a huge ball of fire, known as mother of gold, we had already heard about this ball of fire, but we had never seen it, until today there in that place people report seeing this ball of fire.

I was walking with my dad that morning, and we saw à cigare shape unknown submerged object, it has circular Windows with white light, it was very close to the surface and it was cruising Fast....

My partner and I were walking down the road to a neighbors for fireworks on the 4th of July. We both saw an approx 8ft tall, slender being with long exaggerated arms and legs, pale salamander looking skin, no nose (two small slits instead), no hair, no genitals, black eyes larger than humans and more on an angle. It was lurking with long, awkward strides along the edge of our neighbors property/the woods and where the ditch trailed. We were about 30-50feet away when we noticed it and stopped in our place. And as soon as it noticed us it appeared to begin transitioning to run away on all fours and disappeared into thin air. It happened so fast it was as though it was never even there.

Minha avó estava distribuindo flores no dia das mães na porta do cemitério da cidade como ela fazia todos os anos nessa data. Eram 18:00 e ela estava se preparando para ir embora quando de repente, viu uma criatura que parecia um homem pálido e rugoso em cima do muro do cemitério. A criatura parecia ter uma expressão triste e um aspecto meio sombrio. Ela afirma ser o Corpo Seco, lenda aqui da região na qual um homem que fazia muitas maldades quando estava vivo, não foi aceito nem pelo céu nem pelo inferno quando morreu, e foi condenado a vagar pelo mundo sem um rumo. Translated: My grandmother was distributing flowers on Mother's Day at the door of the city cemetery as she did every year on that date. It was 6:00 pm and she was getting ready to leave when suddenly, she saw a creature that looked like a pale, rugged man on top of the cemetery wall. The creature seemed to have a sad expression and a somewhat gloomy appearance. She claims to be the Dry Body, a legend here in the region in which a man who did many evil things when he was alive, was not accepted by either heaven or hell when he died, and was condemned to wander the world without a direction.

Was watching the skies. About 3am, nobody else around. A star appeared to swoop down to approx 2000ft and hover, it grew into a sphere of light approx 20-30m in size (hard to be certain, it was featureless). No sound, no wind. It sat there for about 20 seconds. A person walking their dog came out of the woods behind me; when I turned back it was simply gone in an instant. I was too astounded to take a photo unfortunately!

Existe um local muito alto no Guarujá que é uma montanha próximo a praia das Astúrias. Eu parei com minha família para olhar e algo diabólico falou comigo dizendo pra pular daquele lugar e empurrar todas as pessoas que estavam comigo. Minha filha era pequena eu entrei no carro comecei a orar e chorar muito então fomos embora mas após isso nunca mais voltei ao lugar e nem pretendo voltar. É um local muito alto na praia de Astúrias no Guarujá litoral sul de são Paulo não recomendo irem lá principalmente a noite. ENGLISH VIA GOOGLE TRANSLATE There is a very high place in Guarujá which is a mountain close to Asturias beach. I stopped with my family to look and something devilish spoke to me telling me to jump from that place and push all the people who were with me. My daughter was little and I got in the car and started praying and crying a lot so we left but after that I never went back to the place and I don't intend to go back. It's a very high place on Asturias beach on the Guarujá coast south of São Paulo. I don't recommend going there especially at night.

geralmente visões são descritas como algo que presenciamos de uma forma irreal e real ao mesmo tempo, acordados e desacordados porque no caso aconteceu em uma noite eu estava dormindo e acordei vi um palhaço assassino escalando uma espécie de estante de ferro que tem no quarto da minha avó, detalhe eu estava passando um final de semana lá, como eu estava com sede corri para a cozinha com medo beber água, depois que voltei o palhaço sumiu e eu fiquei acordado a noite inteira. É um relato curto que fiquei confuso mas plena certeza que era visão Translation: generally visions are described as something that we witness in an unreal and real way at the same time, awake and unconscious because in this case it happened one night I was sleeping and I woke up and saw a killer clown climbing a kind of iron shelf in my room. grandmother, detail I was spending a weekend there, as I was thirsty I ran to the kitchen afraid to drink water, after I came back the clown disappeared and I stayed up all night. It's a short story that left me confused but I was completely sure it was a vision.

Eu tinha acabado de me mudar de casa. Eu estava só. Fui tomar meu banho. Minha toalha estava presa por grampos, ela não parava da sacudir. Não possuía nenhuma fonte de vento. Mais tarde, fui apagar as luzes para dormir, mas vi duas vezes um vulto. E DO NADA teve uma queda de energia. Meu quarto é uma suíte, portanto, o banheiro fica nele. Ao lado do meu quarto tem outra casa. Meu quarto fica no muro. E a casa ao lado está abandonada. Lá já foi um ponto de tráfico de drogas. Se vc viu esse relato, provavelmente gosta deste tipo de conteúdo. DICA: Assista ao canal da Julia Cassini. Foi por causa dela que conheci este site. Dada de visualização do último short que ela postou:20.11 2023 "I had just moved into a new house. I was alone. I went to take my shower. My towel was clipped up, and it kept shaking. There was no source of wind. Later, when I went to turn off the lights to sleep, I saw a shadow twice. And SUDDENLY there was a power outage. My room is a suite, so the bathroom is inside it. Next to my room is another house. My room is right against the wall, and the house next to it is abandoned. It used to be a drug trafficking spot. If you're reading this account, you probably like this kind of content. TIP: Watch Julia Cassini's channel. It was because of her that I found out about this site. Date of her last short post: 20.11.2023."

Dormia no mesmo quarto com meu irmão, desde pequeno. Ele sempre teve muitos episódios de pesadelos, acordava no meio da noite aos gritos, dizendo ver monstros e vultos. Ninguém dava muita bola, achávamos que era medo comum de criança. Mas aquilo me incomodava muito, pelo fato do susto que ele me dava acordando aos gritos de madrugada. Isso me irritava muito. Uma certa noite, eu estava tendo certa dificuldade de dormir, acordava com frequência por nenhum motivo. Em um desses despertar, ainda zonzo de sono, senti que tinha alguém andando no quarto (cujo o chão era de tacos de madeira). Pensei ser minha mãe, que praticamente todas as noites ia até nosso quarto, pela madrugada, para conferir se estava tudo bem. Ao olhar em direção a cama do meu irmão, vi um vulto em pé ao lado da cama dele, com a mão esticada indo em sua direção, como se fosse toca-lo. Tive certeza que era nossa mãe, e virei para o outro lado para tentar voltar a dormir. Na mesma hora, meu irmão começou a gritar, desesperado, assim como ele fazia em quase todas as noites de pesadelo que ele tinha. No susto, sentei e esfreguei meus olhos para ver melhor e tentar entender o que estava acontecendo. Ao olhar para meu irmão, ele se debatia na cama, aos gritos, e ninguém ao lado dele. Uns 10 segundos depois, minha mãe entra no quarto e acende as luzes, indo até meu irmão para tentar acalma-lo. Ainda sem entender o que estava acontecendo, perguntei pra minha mãe se ela tinha acabado de vir ao nosso quarto. Ela estranhou a pergunta e disse que não, que estava em sono profundo e que tomou um baita susto com a gritaria do meu irmão. Na mesma hora me deu um “gelo” na barriga, e entendi que provavelmente os pesadelos do meu irmão não eram tão coisa de criança assim. I used to share a room with my brother since we were little. He always had a lot of nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night screaming, saying he saw monsters and shadows. Nobody took it very seriously, thinking it was just a common childhood fear. But it bothered me a lot, especially because of the fright I got from his screams in the middle of the night. It really irritated me. One night, I was having trouble sleeping, waking up frequently for no reason. During one of these wakeful moments, still groggy with sleep, I felt someone walking in the room (which had wooden floorboards). I thought it was my mother, who almost every night would come to our room to check if everything was alright. Looking towards my brother's bed, I saw a shadow standing next to it, with a hand stretched out as if to touch him. I was sure it was our mother, and I turned to the other side to try to get back to sleep. Immediately, my brother started screaming in desperation, just like he did on most nights when he had nightmares. Startled, I sat up and rubbed my eyes to see better and try to understand what was happening. When I looked at my brother, he was thrashing in bed, screaming, and there was no one beside him. About 10 seconds later, my mother entered the room and turned on the lights, going to my brother to try to calm him down. Still not understanding what was happening, I asked my mother if she had just come into our room. She found the question strange and said no, that she was in deep sleep and got a huge fright from my brother's screaming. At that moment, I felt a chill in my stomach, and I realized that my brother's nightmares might not be just childish things after all.

It was like the 3rd or 4th time I was seeing that kind of UFO in my life, but the first time I was able to film it. It was around 9 p.m. and I was in my backyard with my dog. First I thought it was an incendiary balloon, something very common in Brazil around June, but it was still February. The UFO wasn't that far, and its light was oscillating while it was stationary. I could clearly see the lights oscillating in a hypnotically way. I remember back that time I posted on a Facebook group in my area, and two more families had seen the same. A guy told me there is a book with a very similar situation described by a Brazilian priest like 100 years ago. I really don't know what it is, I'm pretty sure it was not something "natural" or common. Who knows the answer? #IWantToBelieve

Era o ano de 2013 quando tudo começou a acontecer. Eu tinha aproximadamente 12 anos e morava em um pequeno vilarejo no estado da Bahia, antes dos acontecimentos só se falava de uma senhora que possuía o tão famoso livro de São Cipriano (livro de feitiçaria e magia negra). Minha mãe e minhas tias que tinham um pouco mais de amizade com essa senhora, ficaram sabendo que ela estaria tentando parar de usar o livro, porém, os espíritos não queriam aceitar que a senhora parasse de usar o livro sem dar algo em troca e estavam pedindo a alma dos netos gêmeos que ela tem para que eles a deixassem em paz. Mas a mulher não teve coragem de matar os netos e temendo o que vinha do livro ela o pegou colocou em uma panela de pressão e enterrou a uns 10km do vilarejo em um pedaço de terra que era dela. Alguns meses após ela enterrar o livro uma neta dela que morava próximo a sua casa começou a ter convulsões durante o sono e a conversar demais quando estava dormindo, mas não parou por ai. Em uma tarde normal, eu estava na escola pois a maioria dos jovens do vilarejo estudava no turno vespertino, consequentemente essa neta da senhora estava estudando também nesse horário. Estava tudo indo normalmente quando do nada todos ouvem um grito ensurdecedor que toda escola ouviu e depois tudo ficou em silêncio, assustados alunos e professores saíram das salas para saber o que tinha acontecido, foi quando dois professores e o coordenador saem de uma sala segurando a tal neta pelos braços e pernas enquanto ela agonizava e gritava palavras em um idioma que eu nunca tinha ouvido e com uma voz muito mais grossa que uma voz masculina como se fosse um monstro. Passaram com ela pelo corredor principal da escola e do mesmo jeito que estavam segurando ela, eles passaram pela rua em direção a igreja pois diziam que ela estava sendo possuída. Depois desse dia só se falava disso em todo o vilarejo e o clima entre as pessoas começou a mudar todos com receio de chegar perto da família, mas as possessões não pararam a garota sofreu vários ataques espirituais e logo depois começou a acontecer do mesmo jeito com uma das irmãs dela, que foi possuída uma vez no meio da rua em plena 12h meio dia. Ela agonizava no meio da rua de terra no sol quente, as pessoas que estavam passando perto correrão com medo a família dela foi chamada e mais uma vez levaram-na para a igreja. Esses eventos ocorrerão por uns 2 meses até que um neto da senhora citada no início do texto morreu de um acidente inexplicável. Após a morte do rapaz a família das meninas com medo do que poderia acontecer com elas, se mudaram para outro estado. E logo tudo se acalmou no vilarejo como se fosse o fim de uma tempestade, mesmo assim rolava uns comentários na comunidade que tudo só parou por que o diabo levou a alma do neto da senhora. Não se sabe o paradeiro do livro. A senhora dona do livro se converteu para o catolicismo. A família das meninas possuídas nunca voltaram para o vilarejo. A casa onde a família morou está abandonada. Esses eventos mexem comigo até hoje, tudo citado é verídico e eu vi de perto a maioria dos acontecimentos, até fui no velório do rapaz. Era o ano de 2013 quando tudo começou a acontecer. Eu tinha aproximadamente 12 anos e morava em um pequeno vilarejo no estado da Bahia, antes dos acontecimentos só se falava de uma senhora que possuía o tão famoso livro de São Cipriano (livro de feitiçaria e magia negra). Minha mãe e minhas tias que tinham um pouco mais de amizade com essa senhora, ficaram sabendo que ela estaria tentando parar de usar o livro, porém, os espíritos não queriam aceitar que a senhora parasse de usar o livro sem dar algo em troca e estavam pedindo a alma dos netos gêmeos que ela tem para que eles a deixassem em paz. Mas a mulher não teve coragem de matar os netos e temendo o que vinha do livro ela o pegou colocou em uma panela de pressão e enterrou a uns 10km do vilarejo em um pedaço de terra que era dela. Alguns meses após ela enterrar o livro uma neta dela que morava próximo a sua casa começou a ter convulsões durante o sono e a conversar demais quando estava dormindo, mas não parou por ai. Em uma tarde normal, eu estava na escola pois a maioria dos jovens do vilarejo estudava no turno vespertino, consequentemente essa neta da senhora estava estudando também nesse horário. Estava tudo indo normalmente quando do nada todos ouvem um grito ensurdecedor que toda escola ouviu e depois tudo ficou em silêncio, assustados alunos e professores saíram das salas para saber o que tinha acontecido, foi quando dois professores e o coordenador saem de uma sala segurando a tal neta pelos braços e pernas enquanto ela agonizava e gritava palavras em um idioma que eu nunca tinha ouvido e com uma voz muito mais grossa que uma voz masculina como se fosse um monstro. Passaram com ela pelo corredor principal da escola e do mesmo jeito que estavam segurando ela, eles passaram pela rua em direção a igreja pois diziam que ela estava sendo possuída. Depois desse dia só se falava disso em todo o vilarejo e o clima entre as pessoas começou a mudar todos com receio de chegar perto da família, mas as possessões não pararam a garota sofreu vários ataques espirituais e logo depois começou a acontecer do mesmo jeito com uma das irmãs dela, que foi possuída uma vez no meio da rua em plena 12h meio dia. Ela agonizava no meio da rua de terra no sol quente, as pessoas que estavam passando perto correrão com medo a família dela foi chamada e mais uma vez levaram-na para a igreja. Esses eventos ocorrerão por uns 2 meses até que um neto da senhora citada no início do texto morreu de um acidente inexplicável. Após a morte do rapaz a família das meninas com medo do que poderia acontecer com elas, se mudaram para outro estado. E logo tudo se acalmou no vilarejo como se fosse o fim de uma tempestade, mesmo assim rolava uns comentários na comunidade que tudo só parou por que o diabo levou a alma do neto da senhora. Não se sabe o paradeiro do livro. A senhora dona do livro se converteu para o catolicismo. A família das meninas possuídas nunca voltaram para o vilarejo. A casa onde a família morou está abandonada. Esses eventos mexem comigo até hoje, tudo citado é verídico e eu vi de perto a maioria dos acontecimentos, até fui no velório do rapaz. It was the year 2013 when everything started to happen. I was about 12 years old and lived in a small village in the state of Bahia. Before the events, people only talked about a lady who owned the famous book of São Cipriano (a book of witchcraft and black magic). My mother and aunts, who were somewhat close to this lady, learned that she was trying to stop using the book. However, the spirits didn't want to let her stop without a sacrifice and were asking for the souls of her twin grandchildren in exchange for peace. Unable to kill her grandchildren and fearing what might come from the book, she took it, placed it in a pressure cooker, and buried it about 10 km from the village on a piece of land she owned. A few months after she buried the book, one of her granddaughters who lived near her house began to have seizures during sleep and to talk excessively while asleep. But it didn't stop there. One normal afternoon, I was at school, as most of the village's youth studied in the afternoon. This granddaughter of the lady was also studying at that time. Everything was going normally when suddenly everyone heard a deafening scream that the whole school heard, and then everything went silent. Shocked, students and teachers came out of the classrooms to find out what had happened. Two teachers and the coordinator emerged from a classroom holding the girl by the arms and legs while she writhed and screamed words in a language I had never heard before, with a voice much deeper than a male voice, as if it were a monster. They passed with her through the main corridor of the school and, in the same way they were holding her, they crossed the street towards the church as they said she was being possessed. After that day, that was all anyone talked about in the entire village, and the atmosphere among the people started to change, everyone being wary of getting close to the family. But the possessions didn't stop; the girl suffered several spiritual attacks and soon it started happening in the same way with one of her sisters, who was possessed once in the middle of the street at 12 noon. She writhed in the middle of the dirt road in the hot sun, and people passing by ran away in fear. Her family was called, and once again they took her to the church. These events occurred for about 2 months until a grandson of the aforementioned lady died in an unexplainable accident. After the boy's death, the family of the possessed girls, fearing what could happen to them, moved to another state. And soon everything calmed down in the village as if the end of a storm, even though there were comments in the community that everything only stopped because the devil took the soul of the lady's grandson. The whereabouts of the book are unknown. The lady who owned the book converted to Catholicism. The family of the possessed girls never returned to the village. The house where the family lived is abandoned. These events still affect me today. Everything mentioned is true, and I witnessed most of the events closely, even attending the boy's funeral.

As 2:00AM eu e meus amigos estávamos numa pizzaria que ficava de frente para o posto de gasolina da avenida onde morávamos, onde eu estava sentada tinha a visão completa do posto, quando de repente vi algo como um redemoinho se abrindo muito rápido e o posto foi todo coberto por algo que parecia uma tela de cinema ou um tecido grande retangular azul bem escuro, eu senti que esse "portal" percebeu minha presença e ele sumiu instantaneamente, o estranho que somente as luzes dentro do posto deram curto e lá ficou tudo escuro, eu pensei que só eu tinha visto, mas outro amigo viu junto também, nunca saberei o que foi aquilo. At 2:00 AM, my friends and I were at a pizzeria located opposite the gas station on the avenue where we lived. From where I was seated, I had a full view of the station. Suddenly, I saw something like a whirlwind opening very quickly, and the station was completely covered by something that looked like a cinema screen or a large, dark blue rectangular fabric. I felt that this 'portal' noticed my presence and it disappeared instantly. The strange thing was that only the lights inside the station shorted out and everything went dark. I thought I was the only one who had seen it, but another friend saw it too. I will never know what it was.

Meus pais deixaram eu e minha irmã trancadas dentro do carro no estacionamento do mercado que ficava dentro do shopping da minha cidade, a gente se desprendeu do cinto e num dado momento olhando em direção ao mercado pra ver se meus vinham vindo a gente avistou um negócio cinza, estava longe e era grande, de onde estávamos vendo estava atrás do letreiro do mercado, num formato clássico de nave espacial, a gente ficou olhando por um tempo e num instante de distração quando avistamos nossos pais, a nave tinha sumido... contamos para nossos pais e eles, óbvio, não acreditaram, minha irmã jura que não viu nada e não se lembra do ocorrido, mas eu tenho uma memoria extremamente clara e vivida daquele momento Translation: My parents left me and my sister locked inside the car in the market parking lot that was inside the shopping mall in my city, we unbuckled ourselves and at one point, looking towards the market to see if my friends were coming, we saw a thing. gray, it was far away and it was big, from where we were looking it was behind the market sign, in a classic spaceship shape, we looked at it for a while and in a moment of distraction when we saw our parents, the spaceship had disappeared... We told our parents and they obviously didn't believe it, my sister swears she didn't see anything and doesn't remember what happened, but I have an extremely clear and vivid memory of that moment.

Nessa noite fomos até a praia ver a lua cheia, estávamos em 3 pessoas no carro, eu e mais duas amigas, após ver a lua entramos no carro e começamos o retorno através da estrada de chão, como de costume paramos no meio do caminho no qual conseguimos ver a praia de um lado e a lagoa do outro, esse trajeto fica entre lagoa e mar de barra velha, enfim, paramos um pouco pra tirar mais fotos nisso uma das amigas olhou pro lado de onde viemos(boca da Barra) e viu uma luz no céu, decidimos voltar até a boca da Barra e chegando lá a luz tremulou e começou a ir embora em zig-zag, a luz que ela emitia enfraqueceu e sumiu nesse percurso. Foi uma experiência entanto! Translation: That night we went to the beach to see the full moon, there were 3 people in the car, me and two other friends, after seeing the moon we got in the car and started to return along the dirt road, as usual we stopped halfway at the which we can see the beach on one side and the lagoon on the other, this route is between the lagoon and the sea of Barra Velha, anyway, we stopped for a while to take more photos, one of the friends looked at the side where we came from (Boca da Barra) and saw a light in the sky, we decided to go back to the mouth of Barra and when we got there the light flickered and started to go away in a zig-zag pattern, the light it emitted weakened and disappeared along the way. It was an experience though!

Tenho um quartinho fora de casa onde guardamos nossos gatos a noite. Numa noite de novembro fui lá fora colocar água para meus animais, quando vi no céu a noroeste e vi 3 pontos luminosos parados que nunca estiveram ali antes, ficaram por aproximadamente uns 2 minutos parado, e eu os observei imóvel por este período, então sem mais nem menos sumiram criando um faixo de luz por segundos... nunca mais vi nenhuma luz ou estrela naquele local do céu, e sempre olho.. moro aqui faz 17 anos e aquela foi a única noite que avistei tal luz... Em outra noite antes desse dia vi um faixa de luz vindo até a mim, mas sumiu antes de me tocar menos de um metro de distância... Translation: I have a little room outside the house where we keep our cats at night. One night in November I went outside to put water for my animals, when I looked in the sky to the northwest and saw 3 luminous points standing still that had never been there before, they stayed still for approximately 2 minutes, and I observed them motionless for this period, so without more or less they disappeared creating a band of light for seconds... I never saw any light or star in that place in the sky again, and I always look... I've lived here for 17 years and that was the only night I saw such a light... In the other night before that day I saw a strip of light coming towards me, but it disappeared before touching me less than a meter away...

Na noite de 20/06/2008 estava em uma saída de campo para pesquisa, pois sou biólogo , neste dia estávamos fazendo verificação de algumas armadilha colocadas ao longo de uma série de posições marcadas por gps, quando em um determinado local que se localizava as margens de uma grande área de preservação conhecida como Parque Nacional do Iguaçu e uma enorme plantação de milho já em sua fase adulta, medindo pouco mais de 2m de altura , caminhávamos por ali pois oferecia menor resistência por ser uma área de vegetação mais rala ,isso era por volta de 3;25 da manha quando escutamos ao longe barulho de algo muito grande ou volumoso se aproximando em nossa direção por entre a plantação, o barulho se tornava cada vez mais alto indicando que estava cada vez mais próximo, no momento a princípio ficamos paralisados aguardando o que emergiria dali, mas em seguida tivemos um momento de clareza e resolvemos correr em direção oposta e se esconder, e após alguns segundos tudo parou e voltou a normalidade exceto pelo fato de que havia um silencio total , quem já esteve em uma floresta a noite sabe que não há silêncio por conta do inúmeros animais vocalizando a todo tempo, mas neste momento tudo parecia estar quieto , devido a estranheza da situação resolvemos não seguir com a verificação e voltamos para o acampamento base que ficava a cerca de 3,5 km dali, porem ao amanhecer estávamos discutindo a respeito do que poderia ter sido aquilo e ponderando voltar lá para ver se havia algo que pudesse explicara tal evento, e sim foi o que fizemos com base na posição em que estávamos , foi relativamente fácil localizar a posição pelo gps, ao chegar lá nos embrenhamos no milharal a procura de qualquer coisa estranha, e certa de 25 a 30 metros de onde estávamos , havia uma clareira aberta no milharal onde tudo estava com aparência de pisoteado ou amassado que se conectava a uma trilha no milharal, como se algo tivesse passado por ali e derrubado tudo , medindo cerca de 3metros de largura, seguimos aquilo para ver onde ia dar, e pra nossa surpresa em 500 metro aproximadamente havia outra clareira semelhante a que encontramos, e nada mais nenhuma trilha a partir disso, então o que quer que seja que aconteceu ali não me parece muito normal , pois e primeira coisa que me veio a mente foi um grupo de porcos selvagens, mas de onde vieram eles, costumam deixar rastros bem fáceis de se reconhecer, e la nada indicava que algum deles esteve por ali e não havia sinais de espigas comidas ou alimentação no local, devido a estranheza dos fatos resolvi compartilhar essa experiência, e ate hoje sigo sem saber de fato o que experienciei naquela noite . Translation: On the night of 20/06/2008 I was on a field trip for research, as I am a biologist, on that day we were checking some traps placed along a series of positions marked by GPS, when in a certain place where the margins of a large preservation area known as Iguaçu National Park and a huge corn plantation already in its adult phase, measuring just over 2m in height, we walked there as it offered less resistance due to it being an area with thinner vegetation, this It was around 3:25 in the morning when we heard the noise of something very large or bulky in the distance approaching us through the plantation, the noise became louder and louder indicating that it was getting closer and closer, at the time at first We were paralyzed, waiting for what would emerge from there, but then we had a moment of clarity and decided to run in the opposite direction and hide, and after a few seconds everything stopped and returned to normal except for the fact that there was total silence, whoever has been in a forest at night knows that there is no silence due to the countless animals vocalizing all the time, but at this moment everything seemed to be quiet, due to the strangeness of the situation we decided not to continue with the verification and returned to the base camp which was about 3 .5 km away, however at dawn we were discussing what that could have been and considering going back there to see if there was anything that could explain such an event, and yes that's what we did based on the position we were in, it was relatively easy Locating the position using the GPS, when we got there we went into the cornfield looking for anything strange, and about 25 to 30 meters from where we were, there was an open clearing in the cornfield where everything looked trampled or crushed that connected to a trail in the cornfield, as if something had passed through there and knocked everything down, measuring about 3 meters wide, we followed it to see where it led, and to our surprise in approximately 500 meters there was another clearing similar to the one we found, and nothing else there is no trail from there, so whatever happened there doesn't seem very normal to me, because the first thing that came to mind was a group of wild pigs, but wherever they came from, they tend to leave traces that are very easy to find. recognize, and there was nothing to indicate that any of them were there and there were no signs of eaten cobs or food in the place, due to the strangeness of the facts I decided to share this experience, and to this day I still don't really know what I experienced that night.

Quando eu era criança, eu morava com minha família em um sobrado, morávamos eu, minha irmã, minha mãe e meu pai. Certa noite, minha mãe iria nos levar até a casa da minha avó, ela arrumou as coisas da minha irmã e foi me esperar no pé das escadas lá embaixo para irmos. Terminei de arrumar tudo, peguei minhas coisas, apaguei a luz do meu quarto e desci, quando cheguei lá embaixo, minha mãe reclamou que eu havia deixado a luz do meu quarto aceso (lá debaixo dava pra ver a janela do meu quarto) e me mandou ir apagar, eu achei estranho por que tinha certeza que tinha apagado e fiquei com medo, pedi pra que ela deixasse minha irmã ir comigo apagar a luz, mas ela me mandou ir sozinha mesmo pra agilizar. Quando eu cheguei no meu quarto, olhei pra trás e minha irmã estava lá, eu perguntei pra ela o que ela queria ali, que a mãe tinha mandado ela ficar lá embaixo, mas ela não respondeu e andou até o meu lado com uma expressão esquisita no rosto, então eu só pedi pra ela apagar a luz quando fosse descer e saí de lá, passei sozinha pelo único corredor da casa que dava pras escadas e quando olhei pra baixo, minha irmã estava lá do lado da minha mãe. Eu perguntei como ela tinha chegado antes de mim e minha mãe ficou brava e me mandou parar de graça, por que minha irmã não tinha saído do lado dela em nenhum momento e ainda me xingou por que a luz do quarto continuava acesa. Eu tive que ir no quarto de novo sozinha e quando fui já não tinha mais ninguém lá. Ninguém acredita em mim quando conto essa história, mas ela me dá medo até hoje. When I was a child, I lived with my family in a two-story house, my sister, my mother and my father lived there. One night, my mother was going to take us to my grandmother's house, she packed my sister's things and waited for me at the bottom of the stairs so we could go. I finished packing everything, picked up my things, turned off the light in my room and went downstairs, when I got downstairs, my mother complained that I had left the light in my room on (downstairs I could see my bedroom window) and She told me to go and turn it off, I thought it was strange because I was sure it had been turned off and I was scared, I asked her to let my sister go with me to turn off the light, but she told me to go alone to make it quicker. When I got to my room, I looked back and my sister was there, I asked her what she wanted there, that her mother had told her to stay downstairs, but she didn't answer and walked to my side with a strange expression. in the face, so I just asked her to turn off the light when she went downstairs and I left there, I walked alone through the only hallway in the house that led to the stairs and when I looked down, my sister was there next to my mother. I asked how she had arrived before me and my mother got angry and told me to stop for free, because my sister hadn't left her side at any point and even cursed me because the light in the room was still on. I had to go to the room alone again and when I went there was no one else there. Nobody believes me when I tell this story, but it scares me to this day.

Minha experiência com meu primo e meu irmão nas dunas à noite foi realmente intrigante. Enquanto observávamos o céu estrelado, notamos algo incomum: uma estrela que se movia. Ela estava distante, como qualquer outra estrela, mas estava claramente em movimento. Decidi apontar para mostrar aos meus companheiros, que também ficaram surpresos com a visão. Enquanto observávamos essa estrela em movimento, ela quase colidiu com outra estrela antes de desaparecer abruptamente diante de nossos olhos. Essa experiência nos deixou perplexos e um pouco assustados, então decidimos correr de volta para casa. Translation: My experience with my cousin and brother in the dunes at night was really intriguing. As we observed the starry sky, we noticed something unusual: a moving star. It was distant, like any other star, but it was clearly in motion. I decided to point it out to show my companions, who were also surprised by the sight. As we watched this star in motion, it almost collided with another star before abruptly disappearing before our eyes. This experience left us perplexed and a little scared, so we decided to run back home.

É o seguinte, vi esse site no video de uma menina do instagram entao achei que era o unico lugar que poderia relatar minhas experiencias sem parecer estranha... Entao tudo começou esse ano, 20023, eu tava numa viagem de concurso publico e na volta dessa viagem eu comecei a prestar atenção na conversa das pessoas do meu lado. Eu comecei a ouvir e o rapaz falou "olha ali ela ta ouvindo" e depois disse "olha ela ta disfarçando" e por mais que isso pareça normal, foi muito mais estranho do que parece. Ele começou a falar de todos os meus comportamentos e pensamentos. Depois dessa viagem tudo começou a ficar mais louco. As pessoas começaram a aparecer com um visual demoniaco na minha frente e todas começaram a comentar coisas que eu sequer tinha percebido que estava pensando. Aí todo mundo começou a comentar o que eu pensava e davam risadas. Isso me deixou puta e com raiva mas foi desde aquela viagem que eu percebo que estamos numa simulação. Até as pessoas nas fotos pareciam demonios. Tudo isso tem acontecido desde maio de 2023, e nao sei quando vai passar mas nao vejo a hora das pessoas pararem de comentar as coisas que eu penso. Esse é meu relato. Enfim, todas as pessoas parecem ser personagens de um grande jogo e eu nao sei como parar com isso. Translation: Here's the thing, I saw this site in a girl's Instagram video so I thought it was the only place that I could report my experiences without seeming strange... So it all started this year, 20023, I was on a public exam trip and on my way back On this trip I started paying attention to the conversations of the people next to me. I started to listen and the boy said "look, she's listening" and then he said "look, she's disguising it" and although this may seem normal, it was much stranger than it seems. He started talking about all my behaviors and thoughts. After that trip everything started to get crazier. People started to appear in front of me with a demonic look and they all started to comment on things that I hadn't even realized I was thinking. Then everyone started commenting on what I thought and laughing. This made me mad and angry but it was since that trip that I realized we were in a simulation. Even the people in the photos looked like demons. All of this has been happening since May 2023, and I don't know when it will end, but I can't wait for people to stop commenting on the things I think. This is my report. Anyway, everyone seems to be characters in a big game and I don't know how to stop it.

10/04/2023 - as 05:00:15 Minha filha 2 anos dormia na sala de casa, nós estávamos dormindo no quarto quando ela acorda gritando! Levanto corro até a sala chegando lá vejo ela num canto completamente assustada, chego perto dela ela abraça minhas pernas perguntou o que houve e ela aponta para uma região do sofá onde não tinha absolutamente nada e com um medo que jamais tinha visto nela e diz 'bicho" apontando e chorando, tirei cobertas, tirei almofadas, revirei a sala inteira e nem se quer uma formiga havia no lugar. Pela câmera de segurança externa é possível escutar o grito dela, e para todos que mostramos o arrepio só pelo grito e a sensação ruim é notável Translation: 04/10/2023 - at 05:00:15 My 2 year old daughter was sleeping in the living room, we were sleeping in the bedroom when she woke up screaming! I get up and run to the living room, getting there I see her in the corner completely scared, I get close to her she hugs my legs and asks what happened and she points to an area of the sofa where there was absolutely nothing and with a fear that I had never seen in her and says ' animal" pointing and crying, I took off the covers, removed pillows, ransacked the entire room and there wasn't even a single ant in the place. Through the external security camera you can hear her scream, and for everyone we showed, the shudders just from the scream and the bad feeling is noticeable

Essa pedreira é um lugar muito antigo e que hoje há construções para a futura estação da Linha Laranja do metrô em SP, porém antes de todos esses eventos era uma grande pedreira e era realizado o processo de mineração lá. A pedreira era ativa até mais ou menos 2018/2019. Me lembro até o último ano da escola quando voltava para casa e escutava o barulho da sirene e os estrondos como se fossem terremotos. O que acontecia lá ninguém sabia ao certo, porém no grande buraco que foi causado pelas explosões acabava sempre enchendo de água, inclusive foi um lugar onde muitas pessoas iam nadar como se fosse um “rio” ou um “lago” para se refrescar no calor. Há muitos boatos de que pessoas já haviam morrido ali tentando nadar nas fundas águas daquele imenso buraco. Boatos de que até de uma pessoa que veio de outro estado tentar a vida em SP e foi morta e o corpo foi jogado dentro daquelas águas. É um lugar com uma energia muito negativa e muito pesada, você consegue sentir medo e arrepio constante por ali. Há um outro testemunho de um senhor que era amigo do meu vô que já faleceu que trabalhou como segurança ali do local, ele disse que havia noites que eram esquisitas e ele conseguia ouvir passos de pessoas andando por ali. Uma vez inclusive ouviram as correntes do portão da pedreira se arrastarem e não havia ninguém trabalhando apenas os seguranças. Um outro fato interessante é que a pedreira é localizada numa rua onde há também um cinema abandonado e uma antiga igreja católica onde há um espaço subterrâneo cheio de cômodos vazios com grafias de rituais pelas paredes. Podem olhar no Google se quiserem: https://maps.app.goo.gl/NYzeMNEAkz9rhzMr7?g_st=ic Todos os fatos são verdadeiros e foi testemunhado por mim durante meu tempo da escola, costumávamos ir pra esses cantos para beber a noite, fugir da aula e alguns iam para dar uma fumada ou algo do tipo, porém sempre algo além nos espera. Translation: This quarry is a very old place and today there are constructions for the future Orange Line subway station in SP, but before all these events it was a large quarry and the mining process was carried out there. The quarry was active until around 2018/2019. I remember until the last year of school when I came home and heard the sound of the siren and the booms like earthquakes. What happened there no one knew for sure, but the big hole that was caused by the explosions always ended up filling with water, it was even a place where many people went to swim as if it were a “river” or a “lake” to cool off in the heat. . There are many rumors that people had already died there trying to swim in the deep waters of that immense hole. Rumors that even a person who came from another state tried to live in SP and was killed and his body was thrown into those waters. It's a place with a very negative and heavy energy, you can feel constant fear and chills there. There is another testimony from a man who was a friend of my grandfather who has since passed away and worked as a security guard there, he said that there were nights that were weird and he could hear footsteps of people walking around there. Once they even heard the chains on the quarry gate dragging and there was no one working, just the security guards. Another interesting fact is that the quarry is located on a street where there is also an abandoned cinema and an old Catholic church where there is an underground space full of empty rooms with ritual writings on the walls. You can look on Google if you want: https://maps.app.goo.gl/NYzeMNEAkz9rhzMr7?g_st=ic All the facts are true and it was witnessed by me during my school days, we used to go to these corners to drink at night, escape from class and some went to have a smoke or something, but something else always awaits us.