Glowing Yellow Eyes By tomandcarrielester

Glowing Yellow Eyes By tomandcarrielester

Glowing Yellow Eyes

By tomandcarrielester

I had yellow round glowing (like a light), what my son and I can only describe as eyes staring at us.

The dog was on the enclosed porch going ballistic, when my son and I had to go calm her. It was the middle of the night and the dog was so ferocious, she seemed as if she wanted to tear through the door on her hind legs. We walked up to the window to peer out and I realized I wasn’t going to see anything, the light wasn’t on. I tried anyway, because the dog was going crazy at the door.

I looked out the window next to the door and saw what I thought was a yellow light. I then moved to the next pane in the window where the screen wasn’t going to interfere with my view and the two round glowing, what I call eyes, seemed to turn and look away from the dog and at me. It seemed to be observing me, as much as I was it. It appeared to be crouching in front of the door on the front walk.

I moved to the door window for a closer look and it disappeared before I got to the window. I then looked at my son and I said that was weird. My son said,”What?” I said,”It looked like…yellow…” I paused and he said,”Eyes”.


He said,”I have seen that a couple times before. I just closed the curtain and ignore it.”

This happened about 3 months ago and it really has not left me. I still get really shaken up by it and I don’t want to go out at night anymore. I live in a rural area in the country. And I want to just say there was no other light for it to be reflecting eyes from an animal. I am quite aware of how animals eyes reflect from light hitting it, I am also a hunter and knowledgeable in that respect. Anybody have any information I sure would appreciate it. I just want to know if it’s a harmful.



Dorm Ghost By monkeynavigated

Dorm Ghost By monkeynavigated

Dorm Ghost

By monkeynavigated

Freshman year of college and I was visiting my friend, Catherine, at University of Georgia in Athens. She lived in Brumby at the time, a girls’ dorm. Being underage, we spent our night smoking pot and goofing off in her room with her next door neighbor and another girl, Danielle, who had also gone to high school with Catherine and I.

The night was typical until Catherine’s roommate joined us. She had just come back from the shower (they were communal, one for each floor) and said, “You guys have to come with me; there’s a girl singing in the showers, and she has the most beautiful voice!” Having nothing else to do, we obliged. And just as she said, there was the most lovely singing coming from one of the showers. There were twenty or so showers lined up on two walls, but only one of them had water running. Pertinent details: The shower curtains were such that they could not be closed even if pulled tightly as possible; there was always an inch or so uncovered on either side. They were almost see-through and also quite short so you were going to see at least ankles if anyone was in there. (side note: what pervert designed these?) There were also no speakers or ventilation system to be seen except for the drains on the floor. The point of all this detail is to tell you that although there was a single shower going with the curtain closed there was no one in that shower stall or any of the other ones. We looked and looked, and all the while this girl is still singing beautifully, the voice reverberating from that one shower. Upon this realization, all of us looked at each other, utterly spooked. A moment later Danielle darted out of the bathroom as fast as a champion sprinter. The rest of us followed her a few seconds later, though not at a run.

Upon reaching the dorm room, we found Danielle sitting on the bed shaking and chain-smoking with an ashtray in front of her. We pressed her as to why she ran. “That was Tracy’s voice. She always used to sing,” she said. “She’s been following me around – I saw her at the creek the other day for just a second, and then she disappeared. I swear that was her voice!”

Tracy was in our junior high school class with us, but she died in hiking accident the summer before our senior year.

*Names have been changed to protect stoners and the introverted.



Doors Opening And Closing By pokemon_trainer

Doors Opening And Closing By pokemon_trainer


Doors Opening And Closing

Two weeks ago I was at my Great Auntie’s house, and she was telling me about the risky things she used to do. She told me that she used to use a Ouija board regularly in the house before her husband died. She, her husband and my grandma would all participate and they would get some frightening responses. She asked me if I wanted to use one with her that night and I refused (but have since used one several times as a result of intrigue).

I went upstairs and into the bathroom to brush my teeth. On my way out, I had to pass my great auntie’s son’s room. I knew that he was out working his night shift and that his boyfriend was also out, so that room should have been empty. The door was a quarter open like it had been all day, and without warning the door slammed shut with force. The door knob didn’t turn, it literally just slammed shut the moment I came parallel to it and glanced in the room. I tried to think of explanations like perhaps a draft made it slam, but all the windows were shut and plus it was way too forceful for a draft to do that.

I quickly ran to my great auntie’s bedroom where I was sleeping that night. I shut the door behind me, making sure it was properly shut. That door is problematic because it jams when you close it so that it’s very difficult to open it again. I got in bed, turned the lamp off and around 5 minutes later the door creaked open a few inches. It was as if someone had pushed it open with minimal effort and because I know how difficult that door is to open, I knew that something wasn’t right. I got up and jammed it shut again before getting back in bed.

I was a very freaked out at this point, but then I heard three taps from the top left corner of the room above the wardrobe. It wasn’t like it could have been the neighbours, it was three methodical knocks coming from the top left corner of the ceiling with no explanation.

Before I managed to get to sleep, I repeatedly felt something pulling my hair and poking my back and shoulders. I was honestly terrified, and to cut a long story short, throughout the night the door opened 3 more times by itself – each time more forcefully – and there were another 3 knocks coming from above the wardrobe. I was awoken several times by feelings of dread, something touching my head and back, and the sensation that something was pulling the covers off me.

I’d like to know what you think about this, because it’s resulted in me not wanting to fall asleep, and therefore I’ve been suffering from sleep deprivation. The hair pulling and noises is happening repeatedly every night, not just that one night. Do you have any advice on how to stop these forces and entities from doing this to me? Thank you.

A Bullet And A Hand Print By pokemon_trainer

A Bullet And A Hand Print By pokemon_trainer


A Bullet And A Hand Print

At the start of 2017, I was experiencing odd things I couldn’t explain. I would see what I was sure was a silhouetted figure in the corner of my eye, and turn to look but it would be gone. This happened several times a day whenever I was alone, no matter where I was, and it continues to happen nowadays. At this point I was unsure if I was imagining it, hallucinating or even suffering symptoms of a mental illness, but I know what I’ve seen and the frequency of the sightings confirms to me that this is real; I am either being followed by this entity, or it has attached itself to me.

A Bullet And A Hand Print 1  A Bullet And A Hand Print 2

One night around this time period, I had just got into bed and had been lying in the dark for only 5 minutes when I heard a metallic “ping” followed by a thud. I turned on the lamp to see what had happened and saw a small bullet casing in the center of the room on my carpet. I collect bullet casings and artillery shells, and I keep them on shelves against my wall, so the bullet was 3 feet away from where it had been displayed for years. The metallic sound I had heard was forceful, like the bullet had been thrown or hit across the room – there was no way it could have fallen.

That morning, I woke up and opened my blinds and was shocked to see a hand print with very elongated fingers in the center of the pane of glass. This could not have been the hand print of myself or anyone in my family, because first of all the fingers were abnormally long for any normal human hand, and the windows had been scrubbed and wiped clean the day before due to black mold. No one could have touched it during the night, and so with the bullet incident too, it cannot be a coincidence and leads me to believe that the black shadow figure I see (or equally another entity entirely) did these things.

They may not seem like experiences worth mentioning, but they were the 2 experiences that convinced me that what I was experiencing was not a figment of my imagination or a hallucination, but supernatural/paranormal activity. Since this I have experienced much worse, and I expect that my experiences will continue to get worse.

Dark Figure In My House By phanhrut

Dark Figure In My House By phanhrut


Dark Figure In My House

Greetings Friend!

I have been reading YGS from quite some time and decided to share my experience with you.

I am from Andhra Pradesh and settled in Bangalore, Karnataka. Please do pardon me if it is not exiting for you. Let’s get in to the story.

I have recently moved in to the current apartment and I have not arranged the house yet as I am bit lazy and have been arranging the things as and when I get some time.

On one Friday, It a tiring day at work and by the time I reached home it was 11:30 in the night. I was not able to bare the tiredness so I immediately hit the bed. I am not sure what happened I woke up in the middle of the night and felt very thirsty. So I walked up to the refrigerator to grab a water bottle. I closed the refrigerator after drinking the water and saw a dark figure (I could not see anything else because the lights were switched off) and I could recognize the figure with the minimum night brightness.

I was scared like hell as I am the only person at home. I could even see 2 red eyes glowing in the dark and could listen heavy breathing as if the figure is angry. The worst part is the figure is hanging upside down on the ceiling. I immediately ran to the puja room (they will be specific rooms for praying gods in India) and started chanting mantras until morning and I was waiting for first ray of sunlight to actually see if the figure is still there in my house.

I have consulted the landlord immediately and informed him about the experience I had. He said to contact priest who can handle these kind of paranormal activities. On the same day I took off from office and consulted him. He came to the apartment and has performed some rituals

Since then, I did not feel anything in my apartment. My doubt is if I have not done anything wrong, why would the spirit or the dark figure angry on me?

Haunted Jail Cells By JLopez1031

Haunted Jail Cells By JLopez1031


Haunted Jail Cells

I work in jail that was built in the 1700 era. I have been employed here for a little under a year now and I have experienced multiple things on my shift. I grew up believing in ghost, it was just a thing in my family, even today I am amazed with the after life but I don’t go looking for it.

One night I came into work and I was placed on the minimum housing unit block. At the start of my shift I normally talk to the inmates for a little. I bounce around from cell to cell just talking to everyone. One night I am sitting in the officer station dozing off. At the time my son was about 4 months old, so I didn’t get much sleep prior to the start of my shift.

The unit that I was on had two levels and I was adjacent with cell 8. The first time I dozed off I jumped up and looked directly at cell 8 because I saw a shadow, the shadow ran to the left in-between the inmate bunks at first I thought they were joking with me. This happened twice, the third time I noticed the shadow standing directly behind the cell door just staring at me.

At this point I fully opened my eyes and the shadow figure was still standing there. When I stared back into the cell the shadow ran back into the bunks. Approximately a half hour later the nurse came up to the cell block and we were passing out medication. We went cell to cell, I told the nurse what happened and she told me she had something happen to her on the special needs cell block.

She said that she turned on the light in the special needs cell block area and a inmate was about to gulp his meds and the light turned off. She said when she looked to the side the switch was flicked down and she asked the inmate if he did it and he replied to her you were looking right at me.

Anyways when we reached cell 8 I asked the inmates if they were messing with me and they all looked at me like I was crazy. They all looked like they just woke up.

Another thing that happen to me was cell opened on its own, this cell was marked down for repair and it was empty. I was placed in the hole as my post for the night. The hole is where people go as a punishment. They are put in a very small cell approximately 8 feet long and 3-4 feet wide for a long period of time, most of the people who come to the hole are people who committed murder or simply act disorderly. I was instructed to have the inmate workers paint any cell that needs to be painted.

So this cell 23 had some graffiti on it. I attempted to open the cell door with the key but the key wouldn’t even turn. The inmate yanked on the door while I was trying to turn the key but it wouldn’t budge so we left it. We walked down towards the officers podium and back up with the paint to the cells. When we reached cell 22 which was right next to the cell we couldn’t open, which was 23 the cell door was wide open as if someone forced the door completely open.

The doors on these cells in the whole are different compared to other cells. These doors are very heavy doors and they need to be forced open. I tried to duplicate it but even if the cell door fell off the locking mechanism it wouldn’t have opened all the way like it did it was locked when we walked away. It was just impossible for it to open the way it did without some kind of force.

Someone Was Knocking At My Door By my_universe_sparkles

Someone Was Knocking At My Door          By my_universe_sparkles

It was a summer’s eve around six pm, my two kids and I were sitting in the family room watching television. My mom was also home having a nap in her room. I hear about three or four knocks on the door, so I get off the couch to answer. On each side of the door are windows, mind you. I ask who’s there twice but no one answers. I look out of the window to the left of the door and there is a tall slim older lady with a long black skirt and a black long sleeve blouse, a black large purse and a umbrella. Since it is summer the nights are long so it was fairly light out but for some reason I couldn’t see her face it was if she didn’t have one…

I called my 12 year old son over after the lady just stands there without answering after the third time I asked her who’s there, my son looked out the window and said to me he didn’t know her. Without thinking I assume she must be one of my mothers friends and I also assume she must be hard of hearing. I wake my mom and in less than a minute and a half my mom is at the door but the lady is gone…

My drive way is long and the street we live on is a flat stretch so you can see end to end. I know everyone in my community and this woman I had never seen before. There was no one out on the street and no one in their yards. Besides that the houses are so far apart that she wouldn’t have had time to walk down the drive way and to another house by the time we returned to the door.

It’s like she vanished into thin air… I walked out to look all around my house but of course she was not there…

My mom didn’t believe me but my son saw her also so I know she was there…