Blinding Light In The Rain By Lighk

Blinding Light In The Rain By Lighk

Blinding Light in the Rain

I live in a very peaceful and quiet neighborhood in the rainy state of Oregon. I’ve never really been a fan of ghost stories, but I feel that my experience is worth telling.

It was a rainy night, around 8 PM and I could hear the rain furiously pounding on the roof of my house. It was a nice sound. The rain was coming down very hard, and it was freezing cold outside, so I didn’t dare open the door and let the ice cold air in.

I proceeded to sit down in my chair and tap away at my phone for the next half hour, occasionally taking breaks, which is when I’d look outside.

But just as I started playing Clash Royale, I felt a warmth on the back of my neck, so out of instinct I turned around. There was something outside, and it was shining brightly. It gave off a warmth, and I could feel my skin slowly heat up. At first, I thought one of my neighbors was outside with a flashlight or something. But there was no way that could be true. The light was almost blinding. No flashlight could produce light like that.

After about a minute, the light faded and all I saw was the rain pouring onto houses and yards. I thought I may have been dreaming, or seeing things, but to this day I still see the light almost every time it rains hard.

This all started about a year ago, and I keep asking my neighbors about it, but they always say they didn’t see a bright light.

I don’t know what it is, but I believe anything is possible. Perhaps it’s a ghost, or perhaps it’s not. If anyone can help me in the comments, I’d appreciate it, because I’m genuinely scared that this hasn’t stopped after an entire year.

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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”.

I said, “Yes, OH MY GOD, YOU SEEN THAT TOO… I WASN’T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING… I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO THINK I WAS CRAZY” I said, “It looked at me.”

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?