The Dark Place By Shadowwulf113

The Dark Place By Shadowwulf113

The Dark Place

By Shadowwulf113

When I was very young, my grandmother told me a story of when she was young. She said that she had played with a ouija board and that strange things began to happen to her. I have often wondered if in some manner she had submitted me to a lifetime worth of encounters. This is the time that I had been subject to something otherworldy.

I was 11, living in the suburbs of small town Osceola- a trailer park. My mother was a housewife, my father a truck driver. More often than not I would spend the majority of my day with my grandmother, she was sixty-two at the time and did not exactly get along with the rest of the family. She sometimes acted odd, doing things that did not make sense. However, I had become accustomed to these weird things she did and didn’t think anything of it until this particular time I am about to tell you.

One day returning from school, I keep feeling a strange sensation– almost like an electrical buzzing around my body. And I hadn’t even gotten into my home yet, but when I did my grandmother was sitting at our kitchen counter. She was smoking a cigarette, drinking a Pepsi. Only something seemed different. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something wasn’t right. Having come home, I sat down my backpack and began watching television in my favorite chair. I Love Lucy was on, a show loved throughout the house. As I was watching I seen a black smear in the corner of my eye, drawing my attention towards the kitchen. Of course I looked; my grandmother was still sitting in the kitchen smoking. Didn’t think anything of it. I felt thirsty and began to get up to get something to drink. Out of no where my grandmother got angry, she had a look to her face that I hadn’t seen before. She told me I was in trouble for something I did not do, then pushed me into my bedroom. It was colder than the rest of the house, which wasn’t surprising because I was never in my room and kept the light off as a result.

I tried to argue with my grandmother that I did nothing and did not deserve the punishment, however she did not care and rushed me into my room anyways. I thought it was some sort of prank or a surprise of some sort. It was not. I sat in my room for about an hour, seeing the sun set outside my window. Being a child, I was afraid to leave the room for any repercussions that may be waiting, also avoiding telling my parents because I had tried that path before as well. Anyways, it was getting late; was very boring. Decided I would take a nap to let the time pass so I could get the day over with. I turned off the lights, then things changed for the worse.

Not long after there was the strange buzzing sensation again. I was asleep but awoke having felt it. Upon opening my eyes it was apparently night. I got up, reached for my window shades only they weren’t there; reached to turn on the lights, the switch was gone. This had to be some prank I thought. Ran around my bedroom only to notice there was a strange block that I didn’t remember being there beforehand. Frightened at was was occurring I began to yell, hoping for some response outside the room. Nothing.

Like any child, I jumped into my bed and covered my head with my bedsheets. I felt a long cold breath behind me; scared I turned to see a shadow, only it was darker than the room itself– I have no clue as to how that works. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I felt whatever reach out towards me. I could hear it making some very light whisper-hiss, like air rushing through a small crack. I freaked out, began running around my room trying to find a way out. It said my name, I heard it clearly; a gargled voice beneath the air itself. Whilst running, I fell over and hit something– it was whatever was in the floor, the block. When I opened my eyes from the midfall. Everything was okay. It was as if it never happened. Stormed out of my room, screaming and crying. Told my parent what happened immediately, they did not believe me. My grandmother swore she didn’t push me into the bedroom or blame me for doing anything. My dad looked at me strangely, a bit angry.

Till this day, I still have no answers; only more questions.



He’s A Believer Now By WontTellYouMyName

He’s A Believer Now  By WontTellYouMyName

He’s A Believer Now

By WontTellYouMyName

This is something that cemented my belief in the supernatural. Bare with me because this might be a bit long but I guess it’s worth it.

It was around the second week of August 2017, only a couple weeks before my birthday and since my partner wasn’t going to be in the country on my actual birthday, we decided to celebrate prematurely and take a little trip. We finalized on Jodhpur, since neither of us has really been there but the culture and heritage intrigued us and honestly, all we wanted was to kick back and just spend some quality time with each other.

We booked a room in this absolutely beautiful palace turned hotel for two nights and three days. Now to give you a little background, my partner doesn’t believe in the paranormal. He takes things at face value. And demons and spirits are nothing more than fictional beings to him. He hates watching horror movies and doesn’t like it when I talk about anything even remotely related to the supernatural. Me on the other hand am a complete believer and I’ve had certain experiences here and there, and my little guardian angel that lives with me back home. (Read my previous story for more about that)

Anyway, we arrive at this palace and it was honestly one of the most beautiful properties I’ve ever laid eyes on. It was this stunning three storeyed palace with rooms running along the length of 4 hallways (square shaped) and in the middle was a courtyard with this hauntingly beautiful fountain. Being an architecture buff, I was completely blown away with this palace and while my boyfriend was getting us checked in at the reception, I wandered by myself, exploring the ground floor, roaming along the fountain and the huge carved arched doorways and mosaic tile art hanging behind the reception desk. This place was beautiful.

A Bellboy leads us to our room and we take a shower and settle in bed for a night of watching some tv and getting some rest, as we were too tired from the flight and the long drive from the airport, to go exploring. About a couple hours in, my boyfriend has passed out and I just couldn’t sleep so I made the decision to go down and maybe walk around the property and check it out. Maybe get some history. In hindsight, I should’ve just stayed in the damn room and gone to bed.

Anyway, I get out of my room around 9:15pm and head straight down to the reception, now keep in mind this wasn’t peak season so understandably the hotel wasn’t bustling with activity. Only a couple of rooms were booked I guess and so I couldn’t find anyone at the reception, I decided to go out and check out the garden area and smoke a cigarette, the watchman asked me to stay inside the premises of the property as the palace was an isolated construction and there wasn’t anything around a 5km radius. I went out to the garden area that overlooked the palace and sat myself down on this bench and lit a cigarette and fidgeting with my phone when through the corner of my eye I catch this silhouette run past me. I turned to look…nothing. I figured it was just my imagination going wild but boy was I wrong. A couple minutes later I saw this dark silhouette standing in front of me. It was about 6-7 meters away and quite noticeably masculine shaped. About 5’8″-5’9″.

I, being the grade A, scaredy cat that I am, decided to make a run for it. I actually thought I could outrun the damn shadow thing you guys. I made a dash for the reception and thankfully found staff standing behind the desk, I looked behind me to see if the thing had followed me inside the palace but I couldn’t see anything. I was panting and confused and terrified. I ran straight up to my room and woke my partner up and narrated the whole thing to him. He looked me dead in the eyes and asked me to stop messing around with him. He didn’t believe me. I tried to subdue any thoughts I had about this shadow thing and tried to force myself to sleep.

Around 2:30am I woke up to my boyfriend violently shaking me. He seemed terrified and told me he saw a shadow figure in our room when he got up to use the bathroom. He turned around to wake me up and when he looked back at it, it was gone. He was visibly disturbed and we somehow managed to stay up the entire night, thank you Netflix. We packed up our bags first thing in the morning and got the hell out of that hotel that morning.

I’m not sure who I saw. I’m not sure who my partner saw. I’m not even sure we both saw the same thing, but what I’m sure of is, now he’s a believer and I need to stay the hell in my damn room and not go wandering around unknown places in the middle of the night.

Adam’s Shadow By nofxroxx

Adam’s Shadow By nofxroxx

Adam’s Shadow

By nofxroxx

Here’s a little back story:

I had a very good friend by the name of Adam for many, many years. We had probably been friends since elementary school up until he passed away in 2007. I am 29 now (2018)…

First of all, Adam always said that he would die in a car accident at 19 years old. Well, guess what? He did just as he predicted. Adam’s brother and I remained friends up until a few years ago.

After Adam passed away is when weird stuff started happening. About a week after it happened, I was at Walmart with my friend. I got a call from his cell phone. Shocked, I did not answer. Shortly after the call stopped, I got a voicemail from “him”. I listened to it and it was very low-toned male voice that sounded very grumbly. I could barely make out the words… The only words I could make out were “love you b—-” (We used to call each other b—-). My friend listened to the voicemail and was also in shock.

Years later, maybe 2011…Adam’s brother and I were at his house. We decided to take a ride on the golf cart and we just sat in the back yard bullshiatting. It was very dark but there was some light provided by the inside of the house. There was a large trailer sitting to the left of the house. We were sitting diagonally on the cart. The house was to the right, and the trailer was to the left. I could see both the house and trailer in my peripherals.

I decided, for whatever reason, to look to my left and I saw a solid black, human-like figure “run” out from behind the trailer and disappear. I’m not sure where it disappeared to honestly, either I don’t remember, or I didn’t follow the figure to it’s ending point.

There were other people at the house but they had no clue what I was talking about. Of course, his brother (whom was on the golf cart with me) didn’t see anything… I always thought that was him…


Daughter’s Imaginary Friends By Kest

Daughter’s Imaginary Friends By Kest

Daughter’s Imaginary Friends

By Kest

It’s taken me a long time to try to figure out how to start my experiences with my youngest daughter who I will call Jacey (not her real name). I have mentioned Jacey in one of my other stories about the house I grew up in when I was a teen, and I think she used to be able to see things. When these things happened with Jacey, we lived in Louisiana at the time (this was about 9 years ago this all happened). My husband was military. We had moved off the base and into a small town, and an adorable little house. I had some personal experiences happen in this house that I will tell another time.

Jacey was three when things got strange. Up to that time I had not noticed anything. Jacey’s older sister was in school and for the most part it was just me and her home during the day, hanging out and doing our thing. I was finishing up my teaching degree at the time and had a lot of homework. I let Jacey watch TV when I needed to do homework. One day Jacey stopped watching TV after Dora the Explorer and headed off to her room. This wasn’t unusual because a lot of times her attention was diverted at the end of a program. What I remember is she came back to me a little later and told me she had a friend. Could her friend play? Being distracted, I remember only saying, “Yes.” Then things started to get weird because a pattern started to emerge, and that’s when I started paying attention.

Every day at 9:30 a.m. (when Dora the Explorer ended) she had a friend. Jacey would look down the hall and say things like, “oh my friend is here!” She’d run down the hall. Sometimes Dora wasn’t even all the way over and Jacey would act like she’d heard something, and say her friend was here and run down the hall. One day she came to me and said, “My friend’s brother would like to come play, too. Is that ok.” I said, “Sure.” I started to ask questions, and I started watching what was going on around me. I have written down this information before because it was quite fascinating.

The friends came every day. Once I said the brother could come they were both at our house every day. When I was feeding Jacey lunch one day I asked if her friends wanted or needed lunch too? She told me no. I asked, “Why? Aren’t they hungry?” She told me they didn’t eat. I told her everyone ate, and she told me they didn’t need to eat. I asked to take pictures of her friends. I even went to her room to ask about pictures, and I took a camera. She told me that they were scared of me, and didn’t want their picture taken. I told her I wasn’t scary and I’d really like a picture. She paused as if listening and said they were still too scared. I asked several times for permission to take pictures, but never got permission.

One time in the car while waiting to get her older sister out of school I questioned more: “Where do your friends live?” Answer: “In the forest.” Question: “Where in the forest?” Answer: “In the burned out rainbow house.” Almost all of Louisiana is forest, and forest isn’t really a word three year olds use. Question: “What are their names?” Answer: “I don’t know.” I was once asked if the friends could stay the night. I agreed, and that night that more than once I kept hearing stuff behind me while I was the only one up. I did snap pictures, but sadly when I saw nothing I deleted them. I wish I had kept them to analyze them further.

Remember the burned out rainbow house in the forest? Well, my hubby and I liked to explore by driving down roads we’d never been down. We lived on a dead end road ourselves. Once I wanted to show my husband where another teacher friend lived, and her road was parallel to the one we lived on. I showed him where her house was, and we kept driving down that road, and we found a burned out house. I can’t say there was anything rainbow-like about it, but it really wasn’t that far from our own home. I remember the feeling when we saw the house too. I think it triggered something in both of us when we saw it. We kind of slowed up and looked at each other, but said nothing.

I caught Jacey playing with her friends one day, and it was a little spooky. Since I couldn’t see them or hear them, I had many times walked by Jacey’s room at the end of the hall only to have her look and me and “scold” me because I scared her friends away. One day I got on my hands and knees. I crawled down the hall and peeked around the door. I saw Jacey on the floor with My Little Ponies. Her back was to me. She was having a conversation with someone. I had heard her having these types of conversations before. She’d say things, and pause like she was listening to someone else, she’d even appear to be looking at someone who was talking. This time was no different. I remember her moving her pony on the floor, and I want to add there was another set of ponies on the floor across from her as if another child was there playing. Jacey had just said something, looked at whoever was across from her, turned around toward me and said, “Mom! I know you are there. My friend told me. You scared her!” I turned around and crawled away to think about what had just happened.

These friends stayed around until Jacey eventually went to kindergarten, and I started teaching that same year. I don’t know what to make of the whole event, but more things happened in that little house I loved and I will write more about it another time. Jacey is now a teen. She has some memory of her “friends” but she doesn’t like to talk about them.


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.