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When I was young I didn't believe in ghosts until I was ten years old. They say when I am mad or disoriented, the sky darkens and an eye like circle apears on my forehead. When I was 11, I saw ghosts and other Philippine mythical cratures. My friends also said I was not a human, that I was somehow a hybrid between a human and a creature.
Hey Guy's I got lots a stories that I'm just dying to Tell!. Please comment if you think the stories are fiction or fact. Also, Please don't tell anyone these stories after you read them. Although I wanna keep the reasoning to myself. ^_^
Enjoy the creepy and the everyday spooky!
I can tell you a lot of stories that I've experienced or people in my family have. My grandma told me lots.
Here's One, But please don't retell these stories on other web's.
My grandma used to attend an all-girl boarding school. Since it is in old Europe , they did not have the money to build actual washroom's, so they had outhouse's. There was a rumor going around that a girl in her class was turning into a bat at night since she always disappeared and often didn't come back till early morning. So she and the other girl's decide they would try to follow her to see what was really happening. The bat girl, without knowing about my grandma following her, walked into the outhouse and then when she walked out. She had a blue tail and had glowing eye's. That convinced my grandma to retreat thinking she knew enough.
She never dared to talk to that girl again so she decided that she would keep what she saw to herself until she told my mom and which eventually told me.
When I was five, we lived in our old house in GA. One day, I was lying in bed while everyone was down stairs. I was wide awake but didn't feel like coming down so I was just lying there when I heard someone coming so my basic instinct is to pretend I'm asleep. I closed my eyes and someone came in, they sat on the bed and place their hand on mine. I'm thinking its my mom but I don't open my eyes. After a few moments the unknown person got up and left but left the door open. Curiousityhit me so I go down stairs. I find my mom cooking so I ask her if she had been to my room and she said no that she and that everyone else had been down stairs. I still don't know who/what was in my room to this day.
We had just moved in to our new house in SC. I was sleeping in my room when I suddenly woke up. I look around an see these two glowing red eyes in my closet. Now I'm only 5-6 so i jump up and run as fast as I can to my parents room only to find their door open and the two eyes staring back at me. I bolt for my room jump under the covers and don't come out until morning.
This is a TRUE experience that Alienman1000 had. Very interesting poltergeist account, so please read.
"I was at my Nana's house. I was 6 or 7....and I was crazy. I pretended to play a show on the piano. All of a sudden, after I finished, I heard clapping & cheering. It wasn't my Nana, she was too far away to hear me or for me to hear her noise. I looked outside, to see if anyone was there. No one. I looked around, but saw nothing. I asked my Nana if she had ghosts in her house, and she said "the only ghost I know of in this house would be my mother".
I have many stories but I'll tell the one that I actually have literary/textual support of. Until the age of twelve I lived in Mission Viejo, California in Orange County. I had a really good friend named Morgan who lived down the street from me and we would often have sleep overs. The very first sleep over I ever had was over there at the age of 7, the thing that set me onto researching myths and folklore. Their house, on the inside, had medieval swords, suits of armor, etc. Because her parents were interested in that kind of thing and had traveled many places in the world. At about three in the morning I woke up and woke Morgan up because I needed something to drink. We went out to the kitchen, got a glass of water and sat down on the couch to drink it and talk. As we were whispering all of the sudden Morgan stopped talking. When I asked her what was wrong all she did was pointed. There in the middle of the room were five children ranging from about 4-8 doing ring-around-the-rosy. We could hear them as clear as day and as soon as they were finished singing it, they had all fell down, they joined hands and walked off, disappearing. We went back into her room and did not leave until that morning when we could smell pancakes. We brought it up with her parents and we actually found out that their, and houses in the surrounding area, were built on an old cemetery that had a lot of children in it. They showed us a book that had old pictures in it of the area and you could see what they meant. The parents said that they had seen things to, and not to fear anything that we saw or heard because nothing would happen to us. To this day I remember that night and what we saw, and I've seen more since then, but I always know that there is a reason for it. AVMidian
Story #8It was a strange summer night. I was about 6-7 when it happened, but I remember it perfectly. It was about midnight and I was awake and everyone else was sleeping. I decided to get a glass of water, and so I almost walked into the hallway, when I saw a shadow flash across the kitchen and then a head peeked out. It was too dark to see so I didn't see who or what it was. I was so frightened that I ran a few feet away back where I was before and hid under the covers staying there. I was soon fast asleep. I awoke in the morning, remembering the strange shadow and the head...
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Story #9Back in the day, when I lived by the beach and was a Junior in the Girl Scouts--making me around nine or ten--my troop went on a weekend camp out at the local state park . . . A local state park that was well known by basically everyone who lived near it that weird things happened at Oscar Scherer state park. Alligators climbed up and over the chain-link fencing that surrounds the lake, tents would just collapse, and at night you would hear footsteps and even at times the pounding of horses hooves, only there would be nothing around your campsite what so ever.
So, now that everyone has a sense of how this place is, let's get to my story of when I was a girl scout and ready to explore and be all girl scoutish.
My older brother had told me of places that were okay to go, and places to stay away from. My brother had been there, knew the stories, and he was a Eagle scout . . . I really wished I would have listened to him back then.
Railroad tracks ran through the park, and was a popular place for the boy and girl scouts to go. My brother told me not to follow them, and to by no means necessary, go to the bridge. Well, my friends wanted to follow the tracks to the old bridge. I remembered my brother's words, but, when they kept talking about it, I kept getting this really bad feeling. I didn't want to go, but they kept saying that it wouldn't be fun if I didn't go, meaning that I would make a good scape-goat if something went wrong. I kept getting these horrible nervous tensions. Feelings that usually warned me before something happened, before I tread to far into an area I shouldn't go, but I ignored my intuition, and followed my friends. I took the lead, midsummer sun blasting down on us while I was decked out in jeans, hiking boots and a long sleeved shirt 'cause I wasn't about to get a tick on me, and something just told me that I needed to dress that way.
As we walked along the old tracks, and stepped upon the old steel tracks, they would begin to vibrate like crazy and a loud rumbling would sound in the distance but, there was no train. The closer we got to the bridge, the worst my stomach tightened. The more nauseated I felt. I was ahead of my friends, watching the path for snakes or what be it, only to stop when my friends began to scream. I turned, only to find them being swarmed by wasp. We quickly headed back to camp, all my friends mad at me because I didn't get stung, but I felt that we were warned to not go near the bridge, being that two boys had died there, messing around as we were, and were hit by a train. That is my first story, about my encounter at Oscar Scherer State park.
Story # 10
| Red-eyes, a son of one of the Seminole Chiefs who long ago resided where Oscar Scherer State Park is located during the war of the Yamasee War. Red-eyes was a brave man, a sturdy warrior and next in line to lead their tribe, until he was killed on the grounds where the park resides. Legends say that Red-eyes haunts the creek that runs through the park and at certain times of the night on a certain phase of the moon, one could hear the slashing of water on the creek where Red-eyes lost his life. Upon the water will be only the splashing of his feet, while only his glowing red eyes can be seen rushing toward his next victim . . .|
The second day of camp was rolling around. Most of my troop-mates were still angry with me for not being stung by wasp but they eventually got over it when we discovered an island. Yes, I typed that right. An island, on land, within a state park. Not the ocean or gulf.
The creek that ran under the train track's bridge, is what created this uber-duber cool island where we could hide and act like we made some type of discovery in the name of all girls in the world and do some Island of the Flies stuff. Sadly, we didn't get to kill anyone. The creek was only about maybe between four to seven feet long. I was a kid then and I had no use for perception, I just went with it. We could jump perfectly onto the island but the embankment to jump back was higher and we couldn't jump back across. The only other thing we could do was walk across a draping Oak branch that acted as a bridge, back to mainland. Well, strangely the water began to rise in the creek, covering the island. Some of the girls managed to get back across via oak tree, while others couldn't because there was nothing to grip on to and no one wanted to fall into that water even though you could see the bottom and it was crystal clear.
Well, me being one of the idiots stuck on the island that was steadily sinking because it wasn't really an island but a marsh, I thought up a wonderful idea. There was a large round and long staff of bamboo. Why not use it to get across the creek. I was skinny and had monkey arms then so I could balance well on the balance beam at school, why not this? I tried out my idea. My friends cheered me on as I done my gymnast stance and stepped one foot on the pole only for my foot to slip and then the rest of my flimsy body just followed by foot. I fell right into the gator infested creek that should have only been three feet deep but had NO BOTTOM WHAT SO EVER. I kicked though only for my feet to be caught by what I thought were roots of the nearby oaks. I reached out to grab the ledge only for the ledge not to be there. Just as I gasped in a breath of air something yanked me under water.
At first I thought I was dead, caught by a gator, only my ankles wasn't hurting where the pressure of the gripping was. Gripping, not biting. Something was holding me, pulling me down deeper into this darkness that made the water icy cold. I couldn't swim with whatever it was holding me. I couldn't get up to breathe. I kept flailing my arms, hoping to catch hold of something as I watched the light above me grow dimmer, and my lungs burned wanting air. I screamed but only bubbles to escape and for what felt to be roots steadily taking hold of my form and dragging me down into this creek that should have only been three feet deep.
Then someone had my hand, a hard grip that quickly yanked me up from the water. My scout leader was furious, me of course being the one in the most trouble for doing something without thought. I almost drowned in that creek and was taken by something that I had never felt before. When I told my Eagle Scout brother about my ordeal, he only shook his head and said, "I told you not to go near there. Even I can't go there because of our sensitivity. We're not of their tribe so we can't go on Red-eyes land. You, sis, almost drowned by Red-eyes in his creek." Since my ordeal at Oscar Scherer State park, I haven't had the urge to ever go there again. Though, I wanted to see the luring bobcat.
That is a legend of a bobcat that would lure the native children to it, by mimicking a human woman by singing. One of the children were caught in the allure, it would kill them to feed to her young. My brother had heard the bobcat's song but wouldn't tell me anything about it. Oh for those of you who don't believe me, Oscar Scherer is a real state park, in Osprey, Florida.
I know who the shadow person is, as well as the guy pulling you under the lake. Can't really say more than that. I have a website, which has nothing to do with this, but it has my e-mail. If you have more questions about this, my email is on www.mythsalive.webs.com. On that site is a contact page, and from there you can email me about this. It's just not really safe to tell you about this on the web....
This is not the same person that wrote the stories above.
One day when I was eleven, I was staying at my friend Blake's house. We were playing with fire (we were kinda stupid back then) in his garage so we put a bunch of paper in his empty trash can and dropped a match into it. We looked down into the flames and saw a man's face. We swore never to speak of it ever again. I guess I'm kinda breaking my promise by telling this story but I havent seen him for years and he will likely never see this website. The night after we saw the face, I was looking out my window in my room. I had become sort of superstitious after seeing the face in the fire so I started looking up mythical creatures to protect myself from it. After watching out my window for about an hour (it was a full moon so I was wearing a silver ring to fight off a werewolf) I saw fire out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a wolf but not any wolf. It had jet black fur and it was covered in flames. I later found this sight and figured out that it was a Hell Hound. I was surprised that the flames didn't burn anything. It spoke to me with the voice of my dead great grandfather. It said ''Dont be scared. I only wished to see you once more before passing on. I was also the face you saw.'' These were not his exact words. I have extracted some words to hide my identity.
I posted the stories right before the previous one and I have something new to share.
A couple of weeks ago I was in my basement playing video games like most teens. It was around 12 at night and I never hear things that aren't really there. I'm laying on the couch playing games and I look into the far corner and see someone standing there then hear a man laughing. There were no men except for me. I live in my house so I crouch in front of the couch not wanting to be seen by the figure. I think this has a connection to the face, the shadow figure, and me seeing my grandpa.
This story is true. To this day I do not know what happened, but I'll tell you what I know.
I was on a cruise in the Caribbean, and I was looking over the bow. I saw blue sky, beautiful water, the usual. Suddenly I was falling. I'd been shoved by a deranged man on the boat. As I hit the water, I could hear singing. A sweet beautiful aria played as I sank. The singing got louder and I felt two small, scaly hands on my back, pushing me to the surface. I broke the surface immediately next to a life ring that had been thrown out to me. The instant I grabbed it the singing stopped and I felt something brush my leg as it swam away. Mermaid perhaps, or a hippocampi?
This happened when I was 8. I was watching TV in my room and it was around 11 o'clock PM and my parents where asleep. I had just turned the TV off and turned over to face the wall and go to sleep when I herd something in the living room. I thought "What could that be? Mom and dad are asleep". I got up and went to see what it was. When I got into the living room every thing was trashed. The couch was flipped over and the lamp was broken in half. I had gasped in surprie when I saw this. Then, in the corrner of the room stood a man. Not a normal man either. When he turned to face me he had bone as skin and his eyes where blood red. I backed up and went to get my mom and dad. When they came out into the living room the man was gone and everything was back to normal. What was that man? A demon? A lost soul?
I was at my dads for the weekend. I was about 12. I was sitting on the chair in the living room, watching Ghost Hunters. They were at the evidence part and they were showing some evidence to the person. I heard someone on the couch give an approving noise. I looked over and there was no one there. My dad was in his room on his computer and my aunt was at work. No one was there. I've been a believer ever since.
This happened when I was about 10 or 11. I was at my house with my little sister and older brother. My parents were out and while they were out they said that none of us could watch tv or play video games. We were grounded for something we did. My little sister and I were upstairs playing some board game when I heard the TV downstairs going. My older brother was downstairs so I decided I'd run down there and catch him. I sprinted down the stairs and he was sitting on the couch reading a book. The noise from the TV was gone. I asked if he was watching TV and he said no. I shrugged and as I turned to go back upstairs I heard this raspy, whispery voice. I have no idea what it said. My older brother and I both heard it and searched the house. No one else was there. We never found anything that could have made that noise.
I go to a girls' boarding school now. The school's 150 years old and we were learning about the school history in the beginning of the year. The school was rebuilt later on to extend it. Then the old building became the Art centre... Apparently when they were still in the old building some girl had died on the school premisis somewhere (I don't know the whole story) and there has been rumors that a few girls saw a ghost by this old tree. The tree is still there to this day. There's also apparently a hidden tunnel somewhere underneath the Centre... I don't think anyone's discovered where it is though. That art place can be pretty creepy. Although this whole thing could just be a rumour someone made up, there's an archive in the school and they've kept a diary from a girl. She wrote about it in her diary like 110 years ago...
This happened to my best friend (who said I can tell it). My best friend told me she could see ghosts. At first I didn't believe her but then she told me this story and I'm curious about it. She was sitting on the couch watching her dogs play outside in her garden when she looked to her side randomly and she saw her mom sitting on the couch. She is very close to her mom so she went over to give her a hug but when she touched her, she disappeared. (Her mom is still alive by the way). She was just sitting on the couch reading her book or something usual like that. I asked her if the ghosts she sees are usually like that and she said that sometimes they're black or white. She also says that she can sense where a ghost would usually appear or "hide". Has anyone heard of this kind of thing before?
This happened a few nights ago and other things have happened loads of times before but I might as well recall the most recent.
It was like 3:00am and I rolled over because I'd woken up sleepily (it happens lots of times) and for some reason I looked out of the door at the landing. By the banister which is by the stairs, there was some sort of creature. It looked like my cat Oscar (who is alive). It didn't bother me. As if I was in a dream everytime I blinked it changed. I heard something like my cat bristling at something in the bathroom (I couldn't see because I was too scared to look) and then I blinked and my cat turned black. I blinked again and it crouched forward. I blinked for the last time and all I saw was a head. I'm sure it was a cat -- it resembled a cat the most. It freaked me out. Any help?? It wasn't any of my cats though. I say that because I am very sure that mine do not change colors or just keep their head. :)
I was at my step dads house watching TV at 2:00 A.M in the morning. I heard a noise in the kitchen but I ignored it. All of a sudden it started singing 'DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again'
After it was done, I heard a very beautiful voice singing along. By then, I was very scared. I heard a clap and then I saw a head of a woman. Nothing else. Maybe it was a ghost in the walls. I asked my step dad if someone died here and he said that his sister died.
I was 9 when I was at my moms house sleeping but something touched my hand and it felt cold as ice. I woke up and I saw a very blue girl. She looked cold and she said
"I'm so cold"
I brought her a heat pad but once I got back she was gone. She came back the next day and asked for some ice. I gave it to her and then she turned into ice and shattered but she wasn't dead. I asked my mom if someone died here and she said that a girl died a few years ago. Her name was Angela and she froze to death because she fell in her pool.
Story # 28
True story from xPhantomwolfx
I was between 9 and 11 when this all started. I found this dog walking around on the street and eventually she started staying at my hosue all
the time. We were freakishly close. She died a year after I found her and strange things started happening. Late at night when I was the only one awake, I would feel this strange presence sitting by me. It felt like a big, black shadow sitting on the couch staring at me. It felt like it wanted to kill me or something. I would try to ignore it but when I did, it would growl or make a noise to make me pay attention to it. Then, right when I was about to panic, I would feel my dog come to me and sit between me and this black mass. It went on this way for a few weeks. Then, the mass became a rough misty wolf figure but it would still stare at me.
The last day we were at that house something threw a candle holder that was on the wall onto the floor. After that, the outline became a solid wolf. I live in New Hampshire now and there are 7 of these wolves following me. They don't ever do anything to me and they seem a tad less hostile. Two years ago, I would see them all the time, it didn't matter what time of day or night it was. I was going through a lot then and I guess they comforted me in a way. Now, I don't see them as often. Only when the sun is down and I hear their howls. If I am in a room alone I can feel them just not see them. They also chase our car. If we are driving at night, I can see their eyes on the roads. They flank the car, it is almost like an escort. I am the only one in my family who can see them so everyone thinks I am crazy. When we are on a highway, sometimes I will see them standing in front of our car. They will stay there until I react then vanish, only to resume chasing the car.
When I was 9 years old, I was playing hide and go seek with my cousins and we all hid in a closet. All a sudden my arms felt like I shoved them in ice and then I felt like I was in a desert. It felt like knives going into my arm. When we got out of the closet I had claw like scatches on my arm.
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I was 8 years old when this happened. I was just lying on the bed in our master bedroom and it was 1:00 am in the morning. I told my father that I will just go out in our dining room. When I got into the dining room I felt something cold. After I went off to drink water something was whispering in my ear. The whisper was a man. Our rocking chair was moving. After that I bolted to the master's bedroom and slammed the door open. I hid in the sheets under my bed. In the morning I asked who died in this place. My father had told that my great grandpa passed away when I was only 2 years old. I know my story was not good but it really did spook me. I'm 11 years old I still remember it.
This was a true story.
It was 9:00 am and we were playing hide and seek at an old cemetery. We were running around to find good places of hiding. We hid behind the oldest graves of some people who died in the war. After that we saw a black dog called an Aspin or Askal (I was at the Philippines that time). It was rare to find. We called my Philipino friend to follow it. When we followed it we hid behind the bushes. We we were hiding at the time when it changed into something else something we don't know about for years it was so different. We bolted back to our parents and said that we saw a ghost and they acused us of seeing things. It was 9:00pm in the evening when I saw the dog again in the street. When it saw us, we ran as fast as we can to go back to the room. It spooked us ever since.
One night, i was in the park with my sister and brother and we saw a shady black mist ahead so we went back. Our mom said it's time to go so we went back to the house. When we went to bed, I heard something downstairs and my mom and dad was asleep. I checked and nothing was there... I sat down and watched TV and the light went off. I got the flash light and went to check the circuit brakers. I encountered some type of creature... it had grey eyes, a ghost like bottom and a top of a woman... it screamed really loud and I didn't know what it was until then I thought... "Did I encoutner a banshee? Who knows but every night I still think of the horrible deafining scream of it.........
True Story~ When I was about eight, my brother and I had been picked up by my mom after spending the weekend with
my dad in Georgia. We were driving home, and I was quiet, I cant remember why but I kept my eyes glued to the forest
outside the window. After a while we finally came to the edge of the forest, and there flying just above the treeline,
was the biggest...I dont know, bird I had ever seen in my life. It was black, and huge, with a long thin tail. I still to
this day think I saw a dragon, retreating into the saftey of the trees.
When I was sleeping 8 days from now, I always been hearing bangs, walking of footsteps, and anything around the house that makes sounds. I think it's poltergeists. This is just unbelievable I always hear far voices. Maybe It was the ghost that followed us around 3 am. But in the eight day it stopped. Then I heard a crying noise that made me feel scared. I got up and checked it and saw a white lady. I moved a few steps away it saw me and chased me. When I closed my eyes it was gone. I did think it was my other grandmother which died after my grandfather. I think it was the most scary face-to-face encounter.
OK, > I'd fallen asleep in my bed, and i knew i was dreaming. in my dream i was sitting in the living room, and everything was normal but a little different - kinda like looking at things through a smokey, dusty haze - i was really on edge, cause usually my dreams are really whimsical and vivid but this time it didnt feel normal. i was just sitting on my couch; and i had this really horrible feeling in my stomache like something was wrong. then i heard this noise from the kitchen, so i went to investigate (as you stupidly do in dreams -.-) and i opened my kitchen door, and there was this man with longish brown hair standing there drinking something from one of my meemaws glasses. He was leaning against the counter looking out the window, and he was dressed in black with this weird tie thing. [yes, i know - random details - but its just what i remember...] i didnt know what to do, so i just stood there. i was terrified of this man. he didnt notice me, he just carried on looking out the window then i felt something next to me, and it started growling. i looked down, and it was my dog - but once my dog started growling the man spun around (startled) and dropped the glass. he looked confused, and then angry and he started shouting 'why are you in my house? get out of my house!' so i said 'no, sorry i think you might be lost - this is our house...' then he started screaming 'what! get out! get out!' and he started coming at me - so (obviously) i turned and bolted to my room. my dog stayed right behind me, and when we got to my room he turned and again started growling and snarling at the corridoor. i could see the guy at the top of the stairs running at me so i slammed my door and locked it. then the door started banging and the guy was still shouting 'get out! get out!' and i could hear things in the hallway being knocked around. i woke up then,in my bed - and my dog was standing over me growling at the door. which was shut and locked. (now i never sleep with the door shut because i dont like the idea of being trapped in, anf i KNOW it was open when i went to sleep) i was terrified, and i didnt sleep for the rest of the night and barley moved till morning.
-- but it gets just a little weirder - cause once it was morning i heard my meemaw come down her stairs and then she knocked on my door and i opened it for her (baring in mind now i was still shaky from the nightmare) she asked 'is that dog in there with you? he was barking and howling like there was no tomorrow last night - and he's made a mess in the hallway' i told her that spock (my dog) was in my room with me and the door was locked, so it couldnt have been him. I told her about the dream i had, and she just said 'dont be ridiculous - it was just a bad dream; freddy kruegar isnt coming to get you darlin- this was probably the wind and thats what the dog was barking at' so i just laughed and tried to forget about it. it was just my head trying to make up a story to go with the noises that night. but then i went downstairs to make meemaw a cup of tea, and there was a glass smashed in the kitchen. and since then, i just dont know what to think.
does anyone have any idea if my experience can in any way be classed as a paranormal experience or something? i have no idea what it was that happened. but there have been other times when similar things have happened to me and in different places - that was the first. they always have this dream thing aswell, and im not sure if its just me and an over active imagination or if its something else... input is welcome and needed!