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nice one, mate.

Nothing really spooky per se, just odd:

1st:
>Be me
>Few years ago
.Chilling in my room, get hungry
>Turn around to walk out
>Tiny black shadow just jets away from a corner behind a wall
>Quickly stick my head around to look for it
>Nothing there, but I know I saw it

2nd:
>In kitchen, talking with mum
>Turn around to look outside the window
>Some dark shape does a U over our porch
>Not a bird, I would recognize it, just a shadow
>Go over to the window, nothing there

3rd one has happened a couple times.
>Talking with family at dinner table
>Relaxing
>One of the ceiling lights is right in the corner of my eye
>"Ripples" like something just passed in front of it
>Look over, but nothing there.

>be me, about 6 or 7 years old at the time
>be Indonesian
>be in my house, at my birthday party (I think), at midday
>quite a lot of people around
>was playing in the front yard with my friends
>one of my friend suddenly screams "kuntilanak!! kuntilanak!!" while pointing at the garage.
For those who didn't know, kuntilanak is a ghost/demon/vampire thing that looks like those long haired female ghosts in east asian folklore. But sometimes with gory or deformed face or long, sharp fangs and claws.
>at the time, garage was the one of the least lit part of the house, so it was a bit dark even in midday.
>friends peeked into the garage, spooped, then run in every directions
>I peeked into the garage
>at one part of the wall where the light from outside falls, I saw what looks like a shadow of a person
>just like when a person stand behind a lamp and his shadow falls onto a wall behind him.
>that thing was shaking and jumping or doing some weird dance
>definitely not my shadow because I was standing still
>definitely creeped out
>gathered some courage to run through the garage into the house
>told my mom "mom, there's a ghost in the garage"
>mom didn't care, probably because she was busy talking to the guests
>avoiding the garage for the rest of the day

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now i just want some kind of answers if you guys could help apparently something has been following me my entire life and I've never really had any kind of run ins with this thing except for three occasions >once when i was trying to go to sleep i looked towards the foot of the bed i saw two red eyes staring back at me >i was staying up late watching netflix in the dark i felt a presence and turned towards my nephews stroller and saw something hunched over staring at me >the most horrifying run in is after i was done using the restroom i wnet to unlock the door but had the sudden urge to look in the mirror and this thing almost like in the pick related except without any mouth or nose was crouching behind me in the reflection and it fucking looked up at me. now im not saying i know exactly what is going on but i have been told that when i was young i was a pretty adept psychic being able to divine the gender of a fetus months before it was born and being able to see the color of peoples auras

>>18078906
Lel, first time greentexting?

>>18078906
lurk moar

>>18078906
Sleep paralysis

HELP MY VAGINA IS ON FIRE

>>18079101
none whatsoever ive been able to move freely when im trying to sleep they dont scare me i just want to know what this thing is before i start taking more drastic measures to find its origins

>>18078968
>first time greentexting
Wat

Skinwalker stories out there?

> be me, 16 years old
> little shit, loved to piss my parents off by doing dangerous stuff
> one time me and a friend decide it would be fucking funny to steal a skull from the cementery
> we actually dig a grave and take the skull with us. it was full of maggots, disgusting
> we thought that we would most probably get a disease of some kind because of it so we took it home and boiled it in hot water
> actual pieces of skin fall down of it, fucking disgusting
> skull is now squeaky clean, so we decide to melt a candle and place on top of it. we leave it at the garage
> both me and my friend have very similar nightmares of our bodies rotting for the next couple of weeks
> strange sounds also coming from the garage every night, like something prancing about, kind of like an excited dog
> my parents are also able to hear it but every time they checked the sounds would stop
> dad thinks its a raccoon, calls exterminator
> they don't find shit, but the sounds continue for a couple more days
> one day my dad was pissed because he had important meeting early in the morning and the sounds would keep him awake
> decides to go down with a bat in hopes of finding the source of the noices
> decide to join him because kek
> the sound stops, as usual. my dad's face is red of how pissed he is
> out of fucking nowhere, something invisible violently takes the bat from my dad's hands and throws it at the garage door
> my dad is 6 foot tall and does weightlifting, can't imagine the strength of that thing that was able to take the bat from his hands so easily
> chairs start to move by themselves and the door slams shut
> can hear my mom on the other side trying to open desperately
> out of nowhere something throws the skull and lands in the roof of the car
> everything stops, there's just silence and my mom screaming/crying at the other side

cont

>>18080197
don't bother, your story is shit

>>18080197
> "what the fuck is this" my dad's voice cracks
> im ice cold, petrified
> my dad keeps asking what the fuck was that and why the fuck was there a skull in the garage
> cant answer, im fucking petrified
> my dad beats me a couple of times but i still dont react
> he and my mom hug me, we all start crying
> we move to my aunt's for a couple of days
> we are all hispanic and my mom believes in shaman voodoo stuff
> she gets an old lady from the neighborhood that knows how to do a "limpia" which is a mexican ritual to make evil spirits or curses go away
> says that me and my friend must be present because we were the ones that disturbed the spirit by bringing the skull
> she gets holy water, incense and some plants
> she rubs the plants on the four of us and starts chanting some shit in spanish
> she brings the skull and places it in the middle. continues with the chant for almost an hour
> im just looking at my friend, trying to hold the laughter, when the skull suddenly cracks open like an egg
> smoke comes out of it. smells like rotten meat
> the old lady tells us to ask for apologies for disturbing the spirit's rest and we do
> my voice fucking cracks, im scared as hell
> the smoke starts to gather in one corner and takes the form of a sphere
> stays there for a couple of seconds, then disipates onto the ventilation ducts
> old lady says its done, that as penance both me and my friend can't eat meat for a month or else the spirit will return

I fucking obeyed. can't think of an experience as scary as this one

Not really as scary as anybodyelse's but it still creeps me out to this day. I love paranormal movies and stories but I can't bring myself to really believe them. However, this one thing keeps my mind open Frfr.

> be me, 8 maybe 10 yrs old.
> going to sleep
> lights are off
> moms TV was on in her room, so it illuminated the hallway
> roll over in bed, facing the door
> heart instantly sinks when I see a black figure standing in my door way shaped exactly like my moms boyfriend at the time, Adrian.
> scared
> I stared at it for a solid 20mins
> it didn't move an inch
> trying to figure out what was casting a shadow or if moms boyfriend was playing a joke on me.
> realized it was definitely not a shadow, but a solid figure
> Finally called out to my mom in the next room
> "MOOOOMMM"
> Mom: "WHAT"
> "IS ADRIAN HERE?" ( He worked late shifts )
> Mom: "NO, WHY?"
> "No reason..."
> was now even more terrified
> I went on staring at it for another 15 long mins before I fell asleep.

It seemed harmless but it was the scariest paranormal thing that's ever happened to me. I remember it so clearly. Nothing like that has happened since.
I'm 20 now

>be like 2 months ago (June 2016)
>have new gf, she is awesome, we get along really well
>i take her on a tour of my college campus
>end up having sex in a parking lot
>her father calls, got to take her back home because its getting late
>on the way back, she starts breathing heavily and very fast
> i ask her if shes ok and she tells me to pull over
>its a dangerous part of the city so i dont like the idea but she seems like shes dying so i stop the car
>she starts having a panic attack, mumbling something and shaking
>i hold her in my arms and tell her to follow my breath rythm and that everythings ok
>eventually she calms down, shes fine now
> she explains to me shes had these attacks all her life, sometimes she hears voices and stuff and was institutionalized once
>i listen to her and dont judge her because im a mature and awesome boyfriend
>three weeks later a friend of mine invites me to his summer house, to get drunk af and swim a little
>tells me bring girlfriend along so he can meet her
>pool, sun, girlfriend, friends, alcohol, a room just for me and her
>FUCKING YES ILL GO
>once there after an awesome day we go to our room and start having sex like stray cats
>besttimeofmylife.png
>suddenly at the middle of the fucking she stops and stares blank at me
>im like whats up
>she pushes me away really hard
>starts screaming uncontrollably, not scared but rather angry
>im not scared but really confused
>she then looks at me, straight into my soul
>utters a phrase in latin but with a voice thats not hers, it sounded much more rough and masculine
> i know it was latin because im not a fucking idiot and could catch something like 'magnus' or something like that
>now im not confused im scared
>hold her again, just like i did the first time
>she seems to relax a little but then gets very tense again and pushes me away again, but more gentle than the first time
> 'who are you?' she asks
>'my name is Anon, your boyfriend'

cont
> 'whats my name?'
> 'you are Anonnine Anoninson'
> 'oh yes, I remember, Im sorry you had to watch me like that, sometimes I kind of reboot or something, thank you'
> and I hold her again and she starts sobbing a little
> I was really confused but didnt got scared until the latin phrase,
> I believe she has something strange inside her and she doesnt even realize it
>I simply reacted on instinct and tried to keep my cool because if there was a fucking demon in front of me I wouldnt give it the pleasure of showing fear
>plus she seemed really confused too when she got back, so i simply answered her questions
>sadly were no longer together, i dont even know if thats a good thing or not
> i just miss her, she was an awesome girlfriend

>>18080750
Anon, she was roleplaying, what she said was
"magnus penus in your anus"

>>18078906
it probably just wants a friend, anon. if it wanted to kill you youd have most likely been dead by now. id try talking to it to see why its following you. also how does it feel when you masturbate and know a spooky creature is silently watching you?

>>18076366
is this you ?

if so thats fucking awesome.

>>18080236
serves you right for stealing a dead persons skull.

you idiot

>>18080754
she's fucked.

and you're fucked.

>>18080754
And one night, after scaring the shit out of her new boyfriend, she's going to look at him confused and ask "Where's Anon?"

I just made myself sad.

>>18080754
why do so many shitty stories make the spooky guys speak latin? Theres nothing scary about latin, maybe only the overcomplicated grammar.

>be me 24
>was homeless, and living in NYC from 23-25
>fell on hardtimes, resorted to riding subway trains all night for sleep. Panhandle/ job hunt during day.
>after about a year of doing this start feeling like i'm being watched during days/ nights
>one night hop on train, and take my seat.
>me, and two other obvious homeless fellas on the third car from the front
>acknowledge eachother, and strike up small convo before I lay my head to rest for the night.
>eventually go to sleep
>wake up and check my watch 4:33
>other fellas are not in the car just me
>/shrug and fall back asleep
>wake up again and check watch
>4:43
>look around train car, and only one other man sitting on the far-end of the car
>will never forget what he looked like.
>Perfectly pressed black trench. White undershit, black tie, fedora, tailored pants, and shiny dress shoes. Appeared to be in his early thirties, possibly forties. Pampered brows, shaven face, combed black hair.
>this mother fucker is staring me down with a 100 yard gaze
>expressionless, just obviously gazing at me.
>start returning gaze to the man
> have a staring contest for a short minute before I get pissed, and asked him why he's staring at me
>doesn't reply
>I start to get up from my seat
>as I do this train suddenly stops, and trips me back into a seat
>doors open, and the man simply gets up and steps of the train
>watches me from the platform continuing his gaze from before
>see other homeless homies from other car get off train, and wander off\
>wait, other car?
>realize I'm on the fith car from the front, and I check the time
>7:12
>whuuuu.gif
>look up from watch, and suited man is gone
>sit down in my original seat, and ride the train all day, thinking about the incident.
cont?

>>18081086
Yes.

>>18081086
>be homeless
>huff paint in homeless circlejerk subway club
>pass out
>briefly come to at 4:33 am
>other homeless have stolen my paint
>pass out again
>have crazy, paint fueled dream that I woke up 10mins later and saw a man staring at me
>yell at the hallucination as I wake up
>see paint thieves have exited the train
>check watch, 7:12
>hallucination dissipates as reality crushes in on me

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>>18075227
Read this one on /k/ about a month ago and it spooked the hell out of me.
It's a long read but definitely worth it guys

>>18081086
cont
>feww months later after first incident
>be in harlem
>around 12:45pm
>wandering around asking for money and shit
>see a fiver stuck in sidewalk a little up from me
>oh fuck yeah
>start going to it, and I bend down to grab it.
>grab hold of it, and get upright again
>standing not 10 feet from me is him
>the suited guy, just staring at me
>guy is so out of place in this part of town
>just standing in the middle of the sidewalk motionless staring at me
>get spooked, but pissed at the same time
>start approaching the guy at a rather fdast pace
>as soon as I start moving, he moves away from me
>start following the guy, taunting him as I do so
>"you like being followed?"
>"thats right keep walking faggot!"
>he turns into an alley and he breaks into a full blown sprint"
>I run to catch up, and turn the corner into the alley
>gone like a fart in the wind
>start moving into the alley
>grab a trashcan lid as an impromptu weapon incase any weird shit
>start moving deeper into the alley, and see some homies
>ask them about suited guy
>"did see nuffin"
>huh...
>keep moving through the alley before I come out the otherside onto another street
>dark out
>the fuck
>wander up the road, and moving into random shop and ask the time
>"it's 9:00."
>leave the shop and look down the road to see him again, standing at the street corner just gazing at me again before just turning and walking off into the night.
>too scared to pursue
>time goes on again
will cont

>>18081102
lol you'd think that, but I didn't do any of that shit. Was already at a low point, didn't wanna go any lower

>>18081108
>week later from the last incident
>had bought a shitty pocket knife from store incase I run into mr. bateman again
>was still in Harlem
>was gonna hang there because had landed job interview the next day
>figure I'll just chill in some alley 'till morning
>wandering around looking for kinda safe spot to sleep
>starting to get late, and still haven't found shelter
>find a spot under a fire escape under an apartment building
>start to relax so I can sleep
>sleep
>wake up around 3:30
>standing right over me is the suited man gazing down at me
>I freak out and I go to grab my knife
>can't move
>stuck in place as this guy kneels down next to me
>I ask him "what do you want from me!?"
>blinks a few times before reaching into my coat simply pulling the knife from my jacket
>mother fucker knew exactly what pocket I had it in
>still freaking out and unable to move
>he just sits there and stares at me, waiting for me to calm down
>eventually calm down
>Guy just reaches his hand down and he pats my shoulder
>teleport.jpg
>not in harlem, I'm just in Central Park and it's around 8:00 AM
>sitting on a bench
>my travel bag full of my shit is next to the
bench
>can move so I frantically begin rummaging through it
>All my stuff is in place
>frantically look around with a confused expresion
>start thinking I'm insane, and I'm just forgetting everything I do
>I then pat myself down to find my wallet still on me
>open it to look for what little cash I have
>not a little cash is inside
>a big cash
>Thick stack of 100's is lining my wallet
>eyes go wide
> I sit down on the bench, and carefully count out the money
>exactly $5,000
>stuff it all back in my wallet
>look around to see if any thugs saw me counting my money
>see some families doing family stuff in the park, when amongst them I see the suited man just staring at me
>I stare back with an uneasy feeling before looking at my wallet
>I look back up and he's gone
will cont.

>>18081143
>years later
>Around 30 now
>got my shit together, and am married
>trying for kid, but afraid wife or I is infertile
>wife and I out and about, shopping/ wandering
>see him again in the middle of a store
>just staring at me
>instead of worry, I feel relieved slightly
>continues staring at me before walking off into the store
>weeks later wife is pregnant
>9 months
>at hospital
>getting drink for me, and a snack for wife
>get stuff, and begin walking toward our room
>get there, and I sit down with wife, and talk about some shit
>room is on 7th floor
>look out of window out at street below
>See him literally making eye-contact with me from street-level
>I stare at him and just smile at him
>he nods at me and returns a slight smirk before just walking off
>haven't seen him since

Was a strange "entity" i guess, but it still is unclear to me why it bothered me. Does anyone know what it was, or am I just a functional schizo?

>>18081143
No, your story is shit, please stop.

>be me
>be in 7th grade
>new kid comes too school named eldon
>kinda weird looks like hes part of he trench coat mafia
>me and my friend group hangout with him (this lasted awhile)
>fast forward to spring break
>no has seen or heard from him in days
>found out mf killed his dad and brother
>shot dad twice in head with hand gun
>shoots brother with shot gun then hacks his bodie over 30 with machete

>>18081160
I rather go through that shitty phase you lived than read this again.

I'm pretty sure I live in spook town USA
me and nearly every person I've made friends with around here has had some /x/ shit happen to them
I've got some stories they've told me and some of my own

>be my friend
>driving in a car with your mother
>spooky ass road that people say is haunted but really just a place that scumbags deal
>come across a sizable crate by the side of the road covered in black trash bags
>mom gets out to take a look
>screams and you run over to check it out
>fucking thing is covered with dead birds, on top of and around the box
>see air holes through the box
>lean in and hear audible breathing coming from inside
>the both of you nope the fuck out of there and stop by the police station to tell them about it
>follow up a few days later and the crate is gone
>place where it was is covered in black dead grass

>>18081160
I like your story, I choose to belive.

>>18081194

>be another friend of mine
>years ago so he'd be around 6
>sleep with a night light that illuminates most of the room making the whole of it visible in the at night
>wake up around 4am cause you hear voices
>want to shrug it off as your parents just talking to someone downstairs but the voices are of two men
>and they're in your room
>try and fall asleep but it's really starting to bother you
>sit up too look around and as you do so the voices hush each other
>"shh shh, he's awake"
>you look around and the room is empty except for yourself
>voices stop after that but it's still no easier to get back to sleep
this friend used to live in front of a graveyard as a kid so spooky shit was pretty common for him. Once him and a bunch of his friends watched an arm strait up materialize and push someone off their bike who was riding between the headstones. There were round 6 witnesses he said. Shit was nuts

>>18081221

this one's less /x/ but still frightening
>be another buddy of mine
>live in Arizona as a kid in a shitty trailer park
>robberies almost daily and other rampant crime among the low income communities like yours was something you were accustom to
>one night it's late and you're trying to get to sleep
>bed is pushed up against a window that looks into the "backyard" of another trailer
>but tonight you can't see that yard
>tonight someone is standing in the window
>he stays looking in at your room for almost an hour
>you lie stock still and do your best to fain unconsciousness until he leaves
>he does eventually but you're still shaken

kid lived in a fucking shit hole, there was once a similar story he told me where he was playing outside in the evening and these two dudes approached the trailer, and as they got closer his dad shouted for him to go inside as he went outside to greet them with a shotgun. What ensued was a good half hour of yelling and the next day their lawnmower was stolen.
No matter what /x/ shows me, I'll still be more frightened of spics than anything.

>>18081239

most of the shit I've seen is a lot more tame but still scared the shit out of me
I've had stuffed animals pulled under my bed as a kid, saw what I'd assume was a witch in my woods as wells as what I think are totems of hers, ghosts of animals which were less scary and more cool than anything.
I've seen shit floating in my room and most recently we've been seeing this beast thing. Roughly nine or ten feet tall and it almost looks like a minotaur or a beefier goatman. Both me and a friend of mine have seen it as well as his mother who's seen it twice, she even says when she say it run across the street a truck swerved to avoid hitting it.

make of it all what you will /x/ but i'm pretty sure my town is fucked up, or maybe everybody who lives here is retarded, either way I'm freaked out being here.

>>18081239
If I ever meet you, I'll give frijoles for your troubles amigo.

>>18076366
good read

>>18080236
>Hispanic
>6 ft tall
Chose one.

>>18076366
Fuck, I really like that concept. Don't care if its real or not desu falimia

>>18081336
Why not both? I'm Mexican and 6ft tall.

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Saved this from awhile back sorry about how small it is ;)

>>18081475
Good read, thank you

>>18075235
honestly pretty fucking spooky

>>18075235
brothers fucking with him prolly

>>18075227
Not a greentext. But this shit just fucks with me ever since I read it a few years ago.

http://www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/42/wiles.php

>>18080231
This

>>18080236
Fake and gay

>>18081143
Fakest shit I've ever read

>>18081221
>do you even greentext

The narrative. It's so annoying.

>>18078906
>red eyes
Everything that has red eyes is demonic

>>18081680
I could swear i read a similar story to this, except it was a bit longer and the guy went back.

>>18076366
Always really liked that one. I feel like that would be a good premise for a book or telivision show.
>tfw no plague doctor to give you vague advice

>>18075227
Does anyone have that greentext about a dude going into abandoned hospital/whatever, finding a closed door, prying it open and getting "marked" with a black feather or whatever by the thing that was inside? I've been searching for that shit for a while, I even had it saved but my data was wiped a while ago.

>>18078906
Call this number, ask for Rakeguy.
4 0 5694 9953

>>18080993
>>18081277
>>18081355
>>18081804
Not that Anon, but I remember a greentext story where an anon had a plague doctor visit him in the night, and he gradually got over the paralysis and started to talk with them, became their friend, and they saved him from an appendix surgery or something.
Damn, that was a good one. Shame I can't find it on archive4plebs

>>18080231
5edgy8000me

>>18081336
6"2 Mexican checking in

>>18080696
>go to sleep with a black figure watching you
You're lucky to be alive lol

>>18081083
It's an ancient and no longer used (not in a normal language sense) and is tied to Catholicism and God/demon type stuff. It's not a hard concept to grasp.

>>18081105
Sounds like it would make a decent movie desu

>>18080793
Dunno why but i absolutely lost it when I read this. Kek/10

>>18081160
Maybe it was your guardian angel.

>>18081475
I find this very unlikely. A truck sits for that long in the cold and starts so easily? I've had vehicles go completely dead for no reason after sitting for two months in summer wather.

>>18081336
I know hella lot of 6 feet tall + people and I'm from Argentina, i'm 6' too lol

>>18080754
>literally got to fuck a succubus without having to summon her
>no longer dating it

You fucked up

Does anyone have the one with the giant white horse man digging up and raping the dead kid? It's ridiculous yet terrifying at the same time, I love it.

I want to tell a personal story, i've talked about it too many times all my life, but for some reason no one remembers it after a couple days
Okay, i'll start
>be me, 3 years old, mid summer
>really hot day, my brothers and mother took me outside because it was hot af and we were poor
>i was crying and histerical(and it was really weird coming from me) i know that day i experienced something awful, yet i don't remember why
>my older bro took a photo of me crying because kek
>years pass and i'm 9 now
>see the pic and get really spooked
>couldn't say a word for about an hour, everybody's worried
>5 hours later i wake up, apparently i fell asleep
>still scared, but don't remember why
>i see by the table the photo, get close to it and remember
>a fucking 4 legged dog-like creature sgaring at me from a window
>i start to cry but there's no one awake, it was 3 in the morning
>i took a photo(with a digital camera because why not) of the photo
>went to bed but couldn't sleep, went downstairs and mom accidentally burns the fucking photo
>worried because i thought that the proof of its existence was being deleted i search desesperatly for the camera
>apparently my older bro took it to the school and broke it horribly
>oddly and don't know if linked, but my grandma(the only person really really loved and cared for me), apparently choked to death with nothing
>ask everyone if they saw the demon-burned dog-like creature in the photo
>no
>actually became anxious and nervous since that day, everynight if i see something moving in the shadows, i get parallysed
cont? I got a lot to tell
(Sorry for my english, im a beaner)

I am going to ask again, does anybody have that story where two friends go to forest to explore and find fresh deer heads? By the end og the story it turns out theres a psyho in cabin in the forest that decapitace deer and wear their heads as a mask, oh and cabin gets burned.

>>18083263
That sounds more than just slightly disturbing...

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>>18076366
Need more

>>18082226
Do you mean Rapeguy?

>>18080754
fake and homosexual

>>18083454
might be schizophrenia or something.

>>18081875
Does this guy work as a maitenance man for a college, or something?

Not that paranormal but worth a read

This happened very recently about 2 weeks ago I think, if you have been to /x/ I posted that with a name of Worried OP, anyway here goes

>monday woke up at 3:45 am, keep hearing wailing sound outside, cant confirm if its from my neighbors but the wail sounds like a huge dog being tortured, went back to sleep at around close to 4
>tuesday wokeup and checked my phone and its the same time,couldnt sleep cuz wailing again
>went outside of my terrace (my room has a terrace) to see whats up, its so dark outside plus I have poor eyesight so i cant see much, again went back to sleep

cont?

>>18081160
cucked by a ghost
at least he paid you

>>18083732
>wednesday woke up again, 3:45am, I know this because I always check my phone cuz i have work and I always compute how much sleep I can get
>this time is different, the night is dark and silent
>no wails
>I woke up like someone woke me up, I dont feel sleepy or tired at all its like someone did woke me up
>I sat on my bed, noticed that I there's this noise inside my room just beside my door and my desk
>you know that noise when your dog has long nails and is walking on wood, I keep hearing that for about 10 seconds until I decided to check it out
>the noise is like a dog walking around in my room in circles
>got up from bed
>took glasses
>the moment I wore my glasses and started to look for it, it just stopped
>stood there for about 30 seconds trying to find the noise, wide awake
>went back to bed, the moment I started to doze off I was awoken by this tricycle that pulled over near my house
>kinda woke me up
>saw this silhouette of a huge dog's head looking at me

cont

>>18081160
Ever been to a psych and talked about this shit?

>>18083769
>scared shitless I pulled my blanket to my face and rolled over to the other side of the bed
>didnt slept until my phone alarmed and its time to prepare
>cant sleep well in this shit so i told my co-workers
>says there's a woman in the next office room that can help me with this
>talked to her
>first thing before she speaks she asks me for my birthdate
>i told her whats it for
>"oh just to check things out anon"
>told me that the wails means a relative on your family is gonna die
>wat.jpg

>>18082226
Oklahoma fag. Kinda close to my home phone number.

>>18083689
schizophrenia doesnt develop til 20s or 30s usually

>>18083792
ima try to make this short cuz im in the office
>got home, this time i checked my room before entering
>everything is normal
>chester (my dog) is with me today, we went up the stairs, still daytime
>night time then i decided to go back to my room, im calling chester but he's just looking at me
>he doesnt want to come up
>fuckit.jpg
>went to sleep early this time at 9
>woke up by someone calling me from the outside of my room
>shrugged it off tried to sleep again
>as i get comfy im slowly dozing off when suddenly i heard someone called my name but the voice of my dad, my dad is alive and well i shit you not

>>18081475
this dude should be back any day if hes alive

>>18083802
it develops just fine in your teens, but can develop earlier even. If it's that early I'd probably chalk it up to an overactive imagination or misremembering.

>>18081428
>>18082317
How do you measure the height. Do you start from 0 inches or 24 inches?

>>18075235
This reminds me of when I was little I would hear what sounded like someone in flip flops running back and forth in my hallway. It scared the shit out of me and I heard it every night. I was the only one that heard it and i know it wasn't my siblings because they slept in cribs at the time.

>>18076366
So after seeing what he saw and received advice from a kind doc about not fucking doing it anon-san still insist in going back there and do it anyways. I just hope doc can do something more aside from giving good advice and save anon's semi-autistic ass from ending up in a plastic black bag.

>be me at 21 years old
>staying at parents' house while I have a few days off work for holidays
>chilling in my old bedroom, fucking around on computer
>door jihads open
>thought it was my dad because he liked to kick down my door randomly when I lived there
>look over from computer
>shadow person in doorway staring into my room
>make direct eye to void contact with thing and just say sup
>thing politely closes door
>get up and check hallway
>no one's around
>rinse and repeat a few times a night for the next week-ish
>pretty sure my dad trained the shadow people just to keep me on my toes
>fuck thay brilliant asshole

>>18081160
>Does anyone know what it was
Ahh! Santiago has seen fit to bless you instead of outright murdering you. You will never see him again no matter how long you live on this Earth.

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Most of this stuff can be explained away but it was just the spookiest thing I've been apart of.

>be me
>be 17
>just got job at six flags STL
>work ride called "river king mine train"
>spooky dark tunnel at the end of the coaster.
>the tunnel dips so I have to check it every morning to make sure there is no water pooled at the bottom that can hurt the train
>every time I go down there i turn on the overhead lights
>every time I get to the bottom of the stairs they turn off
>morning routine is done with only one other person who could be playin a trick on me
>kinda spooked
>start bringing flashlight down to the tunnel every morning so I can find light my way back up
>talk to other ride operators
>"dOnT YoU no MEIn TrAiN is HAWNTED"
>surejan.jpg
>ghosts name is "stella"
>google
>Woman named stella died on the mine train when it was converted to a stand up rollar coaster for one year in the 80s
>tell managers about lights problem
>new rule put in place
>if one operator is in the tunnel one had to be at the top by the light switch to be acountable for keeping the lights on
>first day after new rule
>lights go out when I'm in the tunnel
>I start bitching at my coworker
>come back up
>lightswitch is still in on position
>lightbulb replaced
>lights don't go out again on me
>working ride one day
>front of train has blood all over it
>ask guests if they hit an animal on the ride
>no one saw it if they did
>storming one day
>lightning is striking so we shut down the power to the ride for some reason
>no power to anything
>15 minutes pass
>we are all enjoying our impromptu break
>hydraulic gates start swinging wildly
>everyone freaks out
>"oH MaN itS ST3LLA nIGgEr"
>gates swing for about 10 minutes
>stop swinging
>everything is back to normal
>season ends
>shitty workplace. Never go back.

>>18081083

If ghosts or whatever are really old, they may not have cottoned that Latin isn't the lingua franca of the world anymore. They're just doing the equivalent of going to a foreign country and shouting at people in English, getting increasingly angry that nobody will answer them.

I don't believe in ghosts or demons btw.

>>18084437
Fuck you Stella

>>18076366
reminds me of donny darko a bit

>>18084542
Donnie Darko..fuck that movie makes me feel.

>>18081475
its been one year from this post. creepy.

>be me 15
>friends party
>he invites a few people over
>it gets dark and friend suggest we go in the hot tun before we go to bed
>we are all in the hot tub and friend says it feels so good when you fuck a hot tub jet
>everyone laughs
>see something in the distance
>shrug it off
>other friend says it feels better when you are naked in the hot tub
>thisisgay.jpg
>friend 3 doesn't do it
>we are all in the hot tub drinking a cold one
>bubbles are covering our parts so it dosen't really bother me
>can see friend 2 with his hand moving up and down near friend 1's crotch
>wtf
>feel something wrap around my cock
>instantly erect
>all 4 of us hop out of the pool
>all 4 of us have raging erections
>other to friend start 69'ing while friend 4 sucks me off
>friend flips me over
>spits on his hand
>i get on my knees and he slaps my ass
>i feel the tip of his dick in my ass
>sorta feels like i need to poo
>he shoves it all the way in
>let out a moan
>he starts thrusting harder
>at this point i can't stop moaning
>i lean my head back and he kisses me
>feels weird kissing a guy
>i feel warmth on my ass hole
>i jack myself off while in doggy position
>never cum
>night ends while we all cuddle in a double bed

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>>18083263
>>18083527

>>18083835
>>18083792
>>18083769
>>18083732
Call your dad. As soon as you can.
Tons of things exist in mythology and folklore like this - things that can foretell you of a relative's impending death (or near-death).
If this is anything like that, and it probably is knowing the stories about seeing big black dogs, then you have to call your dad. It using your dad's voice to call your name implies it's him who'll die - or almost die. You're lucky you even had something like this come to you to warn you beforehand. Use the time you got to call him, tell him you love him, whatever.

And here you go.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banshee
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_dog_(ghost)

>>18084636
i dont know if ill ever sleep again

>>18081105
Seems like extreme bullshit

>>18083745
Fucking cried, you're my hero .

>>18082990
My buddy in fairbanks alaska had this old ass tacoma . Sat behind his shead for 15 months, we fuled it up and it ran fine.

requesting that one story of a guy that went on a hunting trip with his friend and their dads and encountered a wendigo. I also remember them burning down the hunting cabin and his dead dog lying there for some reason.

>>18084636
Spooky

>>18080750
>mfw June 2016 was 3 months ago

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>>18083794
what a coincidence i just happen to be an oklafag

>hardly dream when i go to bed
>as far as i go back in my memory, whenever i dream i forget about it
>i just remember the feeling it leaves me with
>if its a nightmare i wake up screaming or exhausted
>about five years ago, try to remember my dreams or write them down
>manage to remember them
>as soon as i try to write them down, they disappear out of my memory
>start getting massive deja vus
>my dreams are extremely detailled
>write them off as weird at first
>as time moves on, i realize every dream i manage to remember happens some time in the future
>always freaks me out, when im with people i ask them to just stop talking in the middle of their sentences or switch subjects because it freaks me out knowing what happens afterwards
>i met my now-ex girlfriend in a dream before i met her in real life
>i dreamed about me moving to england and then back to my hometown
>i dreamed about getting a call that my grandfather has died on my graduation ceremony
>i dreamed about my friend breaking his ankle while trying to do a jumping highfive
>all dreams i remember come true at some point
>except for one
>one of the first ones i dreamed about
>me walking home late at night
>walk on street because nobody's around
>tall guy in a checkered shirt on the left side of the road starts walking toward me
>walk far right in an attempt to walk past him
>he moves towards me
>i try to run away
>he grabs me
>i try to wrestle out of his grip but he stabs me with something in my right side
>i was 16 when i dreamed of this, woke up screaming and developed insomnia after this

Walking home late at night scares me shitless now. Started walking a different way home, which takes 10 minutes longer. I fear the day where I'm too tired and walk home the short way.

>>18085197
Anon either move or get a gun be ready for it be ready to stop it

>>18085197
what if the long way home is the way you're going to get stabbed on. what if it was a self-fullfilling prophecy after all?

>>18085246
I recognize the street the dream took place in, it's the short way.

>>18085226
Have been considering both for a long time

>>18085197
Im sorry, anon, but you cant change fate.

>>18078906

>yfw you realize the creature in the pic is just a spooky wojak trying to find a friend and stop being a lonely neet

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>>18084584
>7/31/16
>one year

>>18084855
Maybe so. Could be model/make stuff, or the year. I've just never seen a vehicle be so well-mannered.

>>18084276
i like this story a lot hahaha

>>18076366
This was a good story, but it was too obviously fictional. A story that isn't at least a little believable to a degree that leaves you uncertain is always mssing something.

>>18083138
stfu nigger

>>18084636
I dont know why I couldn't stop reading

>>18076366
THIS IS MY STAND,
[P L A U G E D O C T O R]

>>18076366
this nigga gon get dismembered by a burly italian man one of these days

>Be me
>be Indonesian
> one time me and a friend decide it would be fucking funny to steal a skull from the cementery
> cant answer, im fucking petrified
> roll over in bed, facing the door
>on the way back, she starts breathing heavily and very fast
>I simply reacted on instinct and tried to keep my cool because if there was a fucking demon in front of me I wouldnt give it the pleasure of showing fear
>eventually go to sleep
>see paint thieves have exited the train
>the suited guy, just staring at me
>wake up around 3:30
>at hospital
>shoots brother with shot gun then hacks his bodie over 30 with machete
>follow up a few days later and the crate is gone
>voices stop after that but it's still no easier to get back to sleep
>he does eventually but you're still shaken
>a fucking 4 legged dog-like creature sgaring at me from a window
>went outside of my terrace (my room has a terrace) to see whats up, its so dark outside plus I have poor eyesight so i cant see much, again went back to sleep
>I woke up like someone woke me up, I dont feel sleepy or tired at all its like someone did woke me up
>talked to her
>fuckit.jpg
>shadow person in doorway staring into my room
>every time I get to the bottom of the stairs they turn off
>other friend says it feels better when you are naked in the hot tub
>write them off as weird at first

>>18086181
this is the scariest greentext I've ever read

>>18083794
918 fag here. Tulsa is shit and kinda spoopy

>>18086181
Truly indonesian, I can see that.

>>18085323
This is true.

You won't remember the moment in which you go walk in that street, and AS SOON AS YOU REMEMBER, pop. there he appears.

Happens to me aswell, I forget it and as as soon as I remember it, pop. it happens what I had dreamed. just as soon as I remember it, and its not that I try to, it just "pops up" in my brain and so I know about it once again, but this time without me intentionally thinking about it.

Some times I get to think fate can't be changed and you are in a movie that satan has made for all of us to suffer in.

Some other times, like now, it is questionable and think that maybe fate is not 100% controlling my life.

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>>18086015
nice reference

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>>18086015
Atleast Phantom Blood and Battle Tendency have elements of /x/ in them.

>be me
>unemployed 23 years old
>late night
>go to bed
>dream
>i am in Japan waiting at the airport
>i know i am there for a job interview
>black car picks me up
>black driver opens the door for me
>i sit
>next to me is an old Japanese man (my employer)
>he asks me if I like japan
>we talk
>driver drives to the company office
>70 story building somewhere in Tokyo
>we get in elevator
>old guy presses some weird sequence of buttons in the elevator
>we go to floor -137
>we get out
>suits everywhere
>he explains that the people working here are assassins and has great expectations of me
>he asks me questions
>I answer flawlessly
>i am hired
>we go to bar
>I get morbidly drunk as he forces me to drink with him
>he drops me off at my house in Europe by car (wat)
>i get out and close the door
>wait
>the black guy calls for me
>you will need this tmrw for work
>gives me katana
>i hide the katana in my pants bcz don't want my parents to see
>no key
>run doorbell
>mom opens
>they are having breakfast with a deceased friend of mine
>cops knock on the door
>ask for me
>i panic and flee out of the backdoor
>run as fast as I can
>i am in tokyo again suddenly
>take cab to the office i was in earlier
>get to building elevator
>press random numbers
>suddenly go down to -137
>papers everywhere
>no computers, no one, no desks just papers
>suddenly black guy driver stands behind me
>i turn around
>he points gun at me and shoots
>i wake up by the doorbell
>its police
>Good Morning Sir
>have you seen a black guy driving a black car in a suit yesterday night in your street?
>say no as i shit my pants
>close door
>think back on what happened
>fuck

happened a few years ago

>over a friend's house
>need to use the bathroom upstairs
>as I close the door I feel like I saw something watching me from a nearby doorway
>when I finish I check out the room where the doorway leads to
>it's my friend's mom's bedroom
>nothing looks out of place
>she's not home
>leave room and head down stairs
>look back at doorway
>I see something quickly dart behind the door frame
>was almost as tall as the entire door frame, nearly 7 feet
>couldn't make out any details, just looked like a blackish blob
>tell my friend about it
>we check the room together and find nothing

I never saw it again at any time before or after that moment. If my friend or his family have ever seen it, they've never mentioned it.

>>18085197
>>i dreamed about my friend breaking his ankle while trying to do a jumping highfive
this made me kek

>>18075227
Anyone got that screencap of the guy trying to fuck the alien/succubus thing that visited him in his sleep?

>>18085197
jesus man, what you're describing has been happening to me since i was 6! is it just a feeling that you've seen it before that takes over every sense?

I've not had any paranormal experiences, that I know of at least, but I've had a recurring dream since I was very young. In it, I'm visiting my grandparents house, and we're having some sort of family gathering, however in place of their normal faces, they just have perfectly smooth, featureless "faces". It unsettling, like someone stretched skin over an oval and replaced everyone's heads with those. No one really talks or anything, but otherwise they just go about like nothings off.

I don't know if this is based off an actual family reunion we had when I was younger and I just forgot the details of the faces since I was so young, or if it's completely fabricated or some combination of both. I bate that fucking dream, though.

Maybe it's just me, but it's irritating how these days every single greentext or personal story thread I wander into is awash with stories which begin with something like "okay so this happened when I was like 6 but I definitely remember it perfectly and it totally really happened the way I remember it now."

It's hard to feel creeped out or even interested in something told as a memory and through the eyes of a literal child.

>>18084584
it's been exactly 1 month.
Did you fail math?

>>18086630
Humans have incredible memory when it comes to shitty experiences, especially when those experiences are associated with fear and other negative memories.

I can remember when i was 6 in kindergarden and we went on a field trip to a farm and there was a treasure hunt in the woods and me and myfriends ran to find the stuff first and i kind of did that fast runnin down hills and tripped over a rotten log and impaled my foot on one of the branches and then a "nurse" duct taped the wound shut(straight up covered the wound in duct tape) and then put gauze and cotton over the duct tape. It actually does fuzz out there and my next memory is just my mom tearing off the duct tape and having to take me to the hospital because the fucked up impalement wound got infected from duct tape and splinters in the opening.

Reminder, this happened when i was 6.

Background context: My dad is currently alive and well.

>wake up in middle of night
>probably about 3am
>open my eyes, lights are all off
>notice a human figure next to my bed
>almost immediately identify it as my dad
>it's short like my dad, and I can barely make out a baseball cap and a hoodie similar to what my dad always wears
>say aloud "dad?"
>no response
>turn on the lamp next to my bed
>i'm alone
>nobody in my room but me

Definitely not paranormal, but it was the closest thing to paranormal that I've ever experience and it was a weird and emotional situation.

>>18086673
Yeah, and I get that completely. When I was three - I swear to god, three years old - I remember lying in bed and watching some kind of hovering, pink thing which looked kind of like Slimer from Ghostbusters (a movie I hadn't seen yet) float into my room and above me for a while and I lay there watching it watch me until I fell asleep.

But I was three years old. I was sure at the time and afterwards that I had been awake but between sleep paralysis, dreaming and childhood ignorance there are a ton of perfectly reasonable explanations for that experience and, to me, that makes it less than creepy or scary. I guess I prefer stories which have more than a shred of plausibility to them. Same reason why I skip any story which begins with "I was lying in bed and I was totally 100% awake for sure, but suddenly I couldn't move and then this scary thing happened.." because it's pretty obvious that it's a sleep paralysis experience. Yeah, those things are scary for the person experiencing them but it isn't real or possibly real in any sense I can buy into so it's hard for me to be interested.

>>18081336
lol
6'2 mma fighter billionare with a 10' dick reporting in

>>18086181
kek

>>18086482
No?

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>>18086698
My brother had an experience vaguely close to this with our own father.

>dad has a habit of walking down the hall to the office by the front door (which is used as my brother's bedroom)
>usually he just peeks in there and if brother isn't busy, he chats a little
>middle of the night, brother half-asleep
>brother swears he heard dad walk down the hallway and peek inside
>but it was more like a shadow of dad, couldn't make out his face
>he says nothing, just looking inside
>hear him go back to his room
>none of this is really that weird since dad tends to wake up in the middle of the night due to sleeping problems and we all stay up pretty late
>I don't really remember hearing him walk down the hallway, might've been asleep or on the computer
>brother mentions it to father the next day
>dad says he never even left his room
>he's not a sleepwalker, so what the fuck

It's not the first case of something imitating our dad, either. He has a distinct cough and we'd hear it at around 6 or 8 am when we were younger but he'd be gone for work by 4 am. A psychic friend who passed away a year or two ago told him he's being followed by a spirit that delights in fucking with him because my brother is a pussy who gets spooked easily. Maybe he deserves it.

>little brother and me taking care of 86 year old Irish grandma while parents at work
>grandma was acting rude most the time for past weeks
>spits food out on the floor and says "pick it up" in a raspy, different voice
>I'm not freaking out totally yet cut she was old
>starts Flippin shit when Lil brother was cleaning mess
>saying "you two do nothing right" in her normal voice then repeats "nothing right" in a slow high pitched voice, "nothing right!" all evil like
>starts crying uncontrollably talking gibberish
>me and my brother run to my room because we were a afraid
>she scurries (fast) over to the doorway to my room (usually she could barely walk)
>looks at me and my brother and starts mumbling spanish/Latin in an old man's voice
>I'm seeing stars in my vision because of fear I was on the verge of passing out
>grab screwdriver off desk and grip it ready to fucking rekt the demon
>she stops speaking in tongues and looks at us all scared and sweet like how I always knew my grandma
>and says "what's going on, why are you...Alan don't let me...." then more gibberish
>I nope outta there with brother drive to my aunts house and tell her what happened
>we stay at aunts house while she's at our house with grandma
>grandma dies 2 months later

I loved my grandma and NEVER seen or could imagine my grandma doing that

>>18086913
your friend was a cunt

>>18077938
This is a really common hallucination.

>Camping on my land near ForestVille state park Mn
>Getting drunk with friend waiting for other friends
>Make axe from axe head and log to cut logs
>Thank fuck had axe
> around 8pm really drunk talking about Russia hiking in dead pass or some shit
>Hear "deer" cross the river
>5mins later we drunk as fuck and hear a big as noise just out of the field of sight
>Shine light
>Some kind of predator eyes or some kek shit
>grab axe make loud noises and it goes into the woods
>thank fuck
>get in truck and meet friends at pick up spot near town
>get really fucking drunk with all friends n pass out
>hear something crossing the river again
>hear a voice on the other side of the river saying you aren't supposed to be here
>bitch I own this land
>can't move body in Sp bitch shit talking me from across the river
>wiggle big toe and get out of sp and go back to sleep
>nightmare about some black shawdow child women who cares
>friends comment about weird noises
>friends comment on why all the trees look like elk heads
>forgot to mention this is scared Indian land and they broke the trees to mark it
Ghosts be damned I own the land now. How fucked am i? Should I deport them? Build forest wall.

>>18081081
Aw. I didn't need that, you fucker.

>>18080750
Beware, she could suffer from schizophrenia. I had a gf like that once. She thought that she were possessed by some entity and that, sometimes, that entity take control of her.

>Time to sleep
>Parents were on vacation so, we could sleep together and without clothes
>Wake up in the middle of the night with her grinding my dick
>So, he little girl wants some nightly fun? Awesome
>She is riding me like never she has done
>I am about to cum
"Oh, honey, I love you."
>"Do you love me? Or your girlfriend?"
>She smiles to me with an evil bitchy look
>Even her voice sounds a little different
>I am confused but I blow my nut anyways since I was orgasming already
>She giggles and scratches my chest with a satisfied look
>"She can have you, but you belong to me."

Next day...
>She wake up in panic
>Mainly because she feels she fucked me but she doesn't remember anything
>She explains me about her schizophrenia and that I haven't actually fucked her
>Welp, now that would explain she wasn't roleplaying.
>Make me promise her I wouldn't satisfy the desires of that bitch

>Fastforward
>We ended breaking up for other reasons
>Months past and I meet her again
>She behaves that night a little too much assertive than I recall her to behave
>Shit happens and we ends fucking that night
"Oh, C, this is awesome."
>"I am not C."
>She smiles evily like that time
>I fuck her brains out anyways
>It feels so good
>After that she crawls up to me and whispers me.
>"Remember, you are mine, forever."

[spoiler] And I fucked her several more times that night. Some nights, she even appears to my house with that assertive slutty look and we have the sex of our lives. Always telling me the same when I am about to cum. C doesn't look like she remember a lot of these visits. I enjoy them way too much though... [/spoiler]
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this story didn't happen to me, happen to some friend of a cousin and she told me about it, but for the sake of it im gonna share it in first person
>since always been able to see little girl in a bloody dress
>she invites me to play everytime she sees me
>never accepted
>told parents about it,they dont believe me
>grows up normally, get used to the girl poping out of nowhere
>she never attacked me or any shit like that
>in my room there is a big mirror i that lets me see the hallway
>sometimes she is in the hallway walking towards my room, or i the fucken mirror
>creepy as balls but still grow used to it
>time skip to age 13
>invites friend to house
>she knows the story of the girl in my house, so she is kinda nervous but still comes whit me
>i leave to room looking for some movies to watch
>when i come back to her, she is freaked out, becouse she saw her
>ballsy bitch tried to talk to her and the girl just looked at her and ran into my room
>i calm her down
>we watch movies and eat, play videogames and finally go to sleep
>next day she wake ups first and start looking trough my phone
>finds pictures of parents sleeping
>weird but ok...
>she finds a fucking picture of my screaming in the bathtub
>she at first tought it was a joke of mine
>she see in the info of the photo
>picture was taken that day few hours before
>she wakes me up
>shows me the pictures from parents and mine
>wtf.jpg
>i start crying and tell her i never took those pictures
>she still thinks im joking but seeing how i was she is getting scared
>we talk to the parents and show them the pictures
>friend tell them she also see the girls last day
>they didn't believe us
>jesusfuckingchrist.png
>years go by and nothing happend ever again
>girl still there
>tried to talk to her, ask her who she is, why is she here, what did she do to me, but never anwsered.

>>18088275
also kinda related, cousin has seen a shadow on her house, which has also been seen by her brother's wife. also some friend of my friend has seen a zombie like dude in relative apartment, whole family has seen it but zombie dude seems friendly so they are not leaving.
basically everyone i know has had an experience like this, and yet me being the only one whit intrerest in the paranormal the closest thing to a paranormal expierence i had are some shitty sleep paralysis :/

>>18086799

>10' dick
>10 foot

Only a spic could be this retarded.

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>>18088188
>>18088275
nice roleplay thread you fucking losers

>>18076366
thanks doc

>>18081592
I'm calling Bullshit since there is clearly a mountainese part from southwestern missouri to northwestern\Western arkansas.
Source
> I live in North Central arkansas and hunt

>>18084656
Sounds a bit like a doppleganger too

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>>18088529
?

>>18084962
That was a pretty good one, haven't seen it in well over a year though

>>18081105
What's with the clue?

>>18081194
Who the fuck green texts in 2nd person? Christ, reel that 'tism in, young man.

>>18081253
Name of town? And go into more detail about the witch.

>>18078906
> being able to divine the gender of a fetus months before it was born

HAHAHAHHAHHA

the odds were 50/50 you fucking kook. you were either going to be right or you weren't and your coin landed right side up. you're no psychic, you just guessed right in an even chance situation gtfo

>>18079113
that's hot

Anyone have the story about the guy who saw the baby-thing crawling around out into the hall and then it crawled up onto the bed and onto his sleeping girlfriend?

>>18081336
6'4" Italian reporting in.

>>18083792
The banshee

>>18080236
if this is true you sound like one of those fucking faggots who cant take shit seriously. and who the fuck thinks its a good idea to take a skull from a grave. that's the most disrespectful thing you can do pretty much. imagine if that was your mother or fathers grave, how would you feel? douchebag spic cunt

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One of the best in recent memory, in my opinion. I forgot to save it when I first read it, but some kind anon on /k/ had it and posted it for me upon request.

A soldier always wrote home every week during the first world war to let his mom know he was ok. Then one week he didn't write. His mother went to the army, who said he had been captured and sent to a POW camp, but they had no evidence of any maltreatment. His mother, relieved, waited for another letter. Eventually one came. The letter read "Dear Mother, me and the guys are doing okay here. Please steam this stamp for little johnnies collection". That's funny, she'd never heard of a little johnny before. She decided to steam the stamp anyway. On the back of the stamp the words "THEY'VE CUT OFF MY LEGS" appeared.

not really spooky, but definitely paranormal.

>Every year in the autumn, anywhere between mid-september and early November, been taking a week off of work to go solo camping to clear my head and go off the grid (I'm a city guy and work in an office so it's nice to get away from all the hustle and bustle and emails and phone calls)
>Not super hardcore outdoorsy type, but have learned enough over the years, plus some tips from friends, family, and other campers about some basic stuff, fire building, safety, etc.
>Go camping one mid-late September
>Arrive bright and early (like 7 or 8 AM) to set up. Unfamiliar area, but supposedly often-camped.
>find a nice small clearing with about a slightly winding quarter mile path to a river so I can go fishing and cook what I catch.
>Set up my gear (tent, fire pit, etc) without trouble, silence my phone to officially go off the grid and put it in with my essentials in the tent. I don't carry it with me because it'll be constantly blowing up with emails and normiebook shit.
>>I always air-seal all my foodstuff before I go so that it doesn't attract any animals, and put all my trash (food wrappers, containers, soda cans, fish bones etc.) in a bag hung away from the camp so any bears that find their way around either don't fuck with it or do it away from my camp.
>I like bears but I don't need a close encounter with a hungry and territorial one.
>Have a great time, get some fresh air, eat some good fire-cooked meals, and generally get away from it all. All in all a great week, but starting to get ready to get back into the grind.
>Skip ahead to Thursday early afternoon, second to last full day before I leave.
>On my way back to the camp from the river
>Had caught a pretty nice salmon and had it strung up and in a bucket with some water to bring it to camp
>Hear clattering and rustling up ahead
>Immediately think "fuck, a bear brought down the bag and is rummaging through it."

cont'd

>>18089286

>very slowly continue down the path, keeping my eyes and ears about me
>I'm slowly making my way down the path toward the bend. From the bend it's a straight shot to camp with the bear bag halfway between the bend and camp.
>Hear this constant "clop" sound, which I figure is the bear chewing at one of the disposable liquid containers I had some soup in.
>Hoping to fuck that this damn bear isn't on the path so I can just get to camp and wait for him to finish rummaging through.
>Turn the corner, prepared for the worst
>Sure enough, right in the middle of the path, I see trash strewn about and am staring at the back side of a grizzly bear.
>I didn't even know grizzlies were in this area, I was just worried about black or brown bears
>I freeze and back up a bit behind a tree, still watching in the hopes of this thing having his fill of fish bones and fucking off back to wherever he came from
>It's far enough away that all I really see is bear butt, but it's still kind of neat seeing a bear for real
>It's then I start noticing things
>This bear's fur is very reddish. Almost an orangey fox color, or an Irish setter. that auburn kind of color.
>And that weird clopping sound still hasn't stopped.
>And that's when I drop the fucking bucket.
>Water splashes everywhere, and this goddamn fish on a string starts thrashing around in the bucket making a racket
>Fuck
>It immediately stops, stands up straight as bears do to get a good view, and looks straight up into the sky.
>My eyes go wide and I just about piss myself
>This isn't a fucking bear, this isn't a fucking bear at all

>>18089295
>Where you'd normally find a bear neck and head is, well, a bird head.
>Like a fucking crow's head. Long black beak, beady black eyes, sleek feathers.
>In one motion it turns its head to the side, gets down on all fours and turns to face me head on
>Get an even better look at this thing
>Aside from the bird head, this thing mostly looks like a reddish grizzly, until you get to the paws
>It had hands. Like, the stumpy, but thumbed hands you'd find on an otter or raccoon, but with the grasping fingernails of a bird.
>It's looking at me, its head doing the twitchy blinky movements that you'd expect from a bird, and clapping its beak
>That clopping, it was this thing's fucking beak
>It slowly walks closer, almost cautiously
>I'm paralyzed. This thing's maybe like 20 steps away from me
>I come to my senses, thinking "do I run and have it chase and kill me, or try to use my knife to fight the thing and have it kill me?"
>This fucking fish continues flopping around
>The creature looks at it, then looks at me, opens its beak, and lets out a short... brehk? Like the combination of a dog bark and a light bird caw.
>I figure that this thing is hungry, I'll throw it the fish and book while it's eating it
>I reach down slowly, grab the fish, and hurl it with the intent of going over it and into the woods so I can book back down the path once it turns around
>This fucking thing bolts up on its hind legs, catches it with its beak, and continues staring at me, almost cautiously.
>Fuck, if I run now it's gonna chase, that fish was my only hope.
>It sits down, but still upright, using its handpaws to hold and the fish while its beak stripped the bones of meat, the whole time still looking at me with those tiny black eyes.
>Picks the fish clean, puts the carcass down
>Still staring at me, makes another bark/caw, and fucking BOLTS into the woods.

>>18089305
>Hear loud fucking cracking and snapping, this thing is probably knocking down saplings and breaking branches with that kind of bulk and speed.
>I fucking run back down the path towards the river.
>Sit the riverbank, freaking the fuck out.
>Realize the sun will be setting soon and I'm going to have to spend the night.
>I haven't even collected any wood for a fire
>I'm going to be in the woods, alone, in the dark, with some fucking monster roaming around and no way to get to my truck
>Hustle back to camp, hopefully I can just pick up some various twigs and dead branches from around the immediate area
>Edge of the path just opening into the clearing and camp
>There is a neatly-stacked pile of branches
>Some of them from pretty big trees, some of them saplings themselves
>I'm in full nopemode, but I'm not about to ignore all this free firewood during a crunchtime.
>Start the fire.
>Sit in my tent, clutching my knife, guzzling soda and scarfing trail mix to stay awake.
>Twitching at every rustle and chatter and owl hoot
>At some point I pass out sitting up.

>>18089311
Final Part

>Morning next day
>Flies buzzing around me wakes me up with a jolt, damn near stab the air
>Fire's mostly out, just some cinders
>I spilled my soda while sleeping and that's why the flies were buzzing around
>Remember everything that happened.
>I'm getting out of here now, cutting this vacation short.
>Immediately douse what's left of the fire, pack everything up to head back to the truck.
>As I make it to the parking lot after a long hike, I hear a long, loud barkcaw, as well as a bunch of normal "happy" forest sounds like birds and stuff.
>Somehow, even hearing that creature, I'm suddenly at ease.
>As I'm driving home, start to think about how things went down.
>How cautious that thing was, the way it ran after it ate, the firewood
>It repaid me for the fish that I gave it.

I don't know what it was, some intelligent chimera creature or a forest spirit, but whatever it was, it was a crazy experience.

>>18075235
k i'm spooped

>>18081613
every night though? for months? That seems unlikely

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Got those three stories to share, those are 100% true, wish i could tell you something more exciting, but heh, just that kind of things that leave you wondering
1
>Be 8 years old me
>Cursing third elementary "year" in a randomn school near my house (six years of E.S in my country)
>My school was small, surrounded by a security fence, on the right side of the school there was a normal road, and on left side complete wilderness
>One day an old doll (pic related) appeared on the left side of the school, behind a classroom, just lying there, like 5 meters away from the fence, facing the school,
>Very soon, there were like 10 kids there watching the doll, some threw rocks at it, some others just theorized about it being "Chukky" and shit
>Whatever, recess ends and everyone goes back to classes
>Next day, fucking doll is one meter away from where it was last day, everyone spooped, rumours about a witch, and "duendes" can be heard everywhere, some faggots say that it could've been some animal, or that the rocks thrown at it must've made it move, the weird thing is that the doll was still facing the school, but anyways..
>Days pass, everyday the doll moves like 1 meter away, but always facing the school, now everyone in the school knows about the doll, most of the kids don't like to be in that part of the school, mostly because everyone agreed that there was that weird vibe,
>Everyday the doll is far and far away, till one day it disappeared

>>18091531
I don't remember in wich state the doll was, at all, but if i remember correctly, it had a white dress, and no hair at all, like it was cut, i also remember that it had only a foot missing

>>18091531
Please cont.

>>18084636
BUT WHAT WAS SOMETHING IN THE DISTANCE

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>>18091531
2
>Me, 10 years or so
>My uncle in law family had a big old building (if we can call it like that) in a weird neighborhood where all houses were big and had a lot of floors, his entire family lives in there (pic related, the orange/red/blue are part of it, 5 floors or so, also the roof)
>It was well known that the entire bulding was haunted, according to uncle in law parents, dishes falling down, ghosts, dogs barking to nothing, and other really creepy stuff.. (Wish i could remember some of the stories they told me)
>My aunt and my uncle in law were living in one room that was in the first floor, in only had one window with protections, asides from the door
>There was still small corridor that connected with orange-red house (uninhabitated at the time, also unpainted), aunt's room, and stairs that headed to the upper floors,
>My cousin (not their son) and i were in there, just the two of us (my aunt left a short ago heading towards the top floors in order to do laundry)
>Turn on Playstation 1, cousin asks me if i want a glass of water
>"Sure"
>Playstation logo showing up
>Cousin coming back to the couch with two glasses of water
>White, really pale hand with black clothes that covered up to, whatever it was, wrist moved the curtain asides, showing it's hand only for like 2 or 3 seconds, nothing but the hand shown
>My cousin and i looked at eachother
>Did u saw that?
>Yeah
>I quickly stood up from the couch and took a quick peak, by opening the door and showing my head just a little (i know it could've been a robber or something, but i was a kid)
>Main corridor was completely quiet, main door from outside to the corridor was completely closed with a padlock, and at the time the red-orange house was unhabited, only possibility was that someone from the above floors came down looking for someone
>Cousin and i went up asking all the family, and no one was dressing in black, also no one went down, or entered, literally, no one had been there.

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>Late at night, can't sleep, as usual. I go out to my backyard to relax and have a smoke. It's what I do, usually three times a week, when my insomnia is particularly bad.
>Honestly, sometimes I find it more comfortable sitting back in my yard rather than laying in bed. Some nights it even feels like I could just drift to sleep in my chair, it's so calm.
>As I begin to do just that, I'm jolted to consciousness by a knock on the door.
>This late? Whatever, I should go inside and get in bed anyway.
>As I shut the back door, I check the time. It's 12:11. Seriously, who is it knocking on my door this late?
>I open the door, no one's outside. The cul de sac is barren, and pitch black save for a dim street light.
>It's weird, any other context and I'd be unfazed. When I'm with a friend I could chat up a storm, even at this hour.
>But something about being alone in the dark on my front porch, not even a sound from the crickets, it's unsettling.
>I don't even bother to call out to see if anyone's there, I just want to get the HELL back inside at this point.
>Whatever. Close the front door, lock it back up, head into the dining room to grab a glass of water and shut the back door before heading to bed.

>>18091648
No one from the family, maybe someone trying to steal? it was impossible that someone jumped the 2 meters of the main gate, or climbed through the 3 metters of the red house, and walked 7 meters in a totally quiet ambient, without being heard. Or to escape running 7 meters and jumping a 2 mtrs gate in a margin of 5 seconds that took me to take a peek, and all of that without making a single noise. Whatever it was, it just vanished.

>>18088349
Did i stutter? A ten feet dick.

>>18091531
>10 years
>Changed elementary school
>New school is shit, everyone is a fucking faggot
>The school is on some sort of hill, there's the main gate, basketball courts, some green area, then the classrooms, and behind the clasrooms there's this inclination
>There is like 1 meter of nivelated dirt behind the classrooms, so you can walk there
>Anyways, this school always had this weird vibe for some reason, kids were saying a lot of shit about ghosts, that according to them appeared in the inclination, or around the area you can walk in
>I was skeptical, but the place kind of scared me off, so i avoided getting near
>One day i was one of the last guys to be picked, there were like 4 or 5 other kids waiting, it was a pretty sunny day, and i was with a pal,
>"Hey anon i challange you to walk behind the classrooms"
>I was scared, but agreed
>Started walking, nothing special
>3/4 done, feeling anxious
>Hand touches my left shoulder
>In the corner of my eye see a fucking silhouette
>FUCK NOPE
>Told faggot i saw a ghost
>Mom picked me after, never told anyone
>Some kids said that someone fell in the inclination and broke his neck

>>18086594
>since I was 6!
>I was 6!
>6!
>6*5*4*3*2*1

No way in hell you're over 720 years old

Does anyone have the greentext of the anon being spooked, then he decides to get naked and masturbate to scare the ghost?

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>>18081336
>texican
>all my country relatives are 6ft+
>i grew up in city, only 5'8
just kill me now

>>18086673
Scariest story in the thread.

>>18087612
Atempt the word-wall from >>18081475
Except fill it with rap lyrics.

>>18089286
>>18089295
>>18089305
>>18089311
>>18089315

>expect retarded skinwalker story
>Just get retarded story

What the actual fuck is this?

>sitting in bed trying to sleep
>sheets get thrown off of me and i yelp
>sleep under sheets whenever scared for the rest of my childhood

>>18089315
Did it ever call you "big brother"?

>just chilling at home about 2 years ago
>3am, just spent a good hour reading creepy stories on the scp wiki
>about to go to sleep, locking the doors and turning off all lights
>walk past the door leading to the upper floor
>hear people talking very softly through the door
>wtf

i keep that door locked at all times for several reasons. one being that the upper floor is scary as fuck. original wood and roofing dating back to when the house was built in 1762, all in semi-decayed condition with loads of dust, webs and spiders.. the main reason for locking the door tho, is because i grow weed up there and i don't want visiting family members to find out.

>i'm scared shitless at that moment, first thing on my mind is burglars.
>immediately realize that's impossible because the upper floor has no windows or other entries
>still standing at the door
>screaming noises
>me holding back poo
>fuck this, i hurry to my bedroom and attach bajonet to my small .22 rifle
>hate my country for not letting me buy ammo without a license and myself for delaying purchasing ammo over the interwebs
>i open the door and creep up the stairs as silent as i can
>more muffled talking, another scream and some weird ass noises
>standing at the top of the stairs, pitch dark in there
>hear a woman sobbing and a very deep voice talking about 'the last mistake he'll ever make'
>sound of shotgun being loaded, more talk about killing 'the last one'
>nope nope nope nope
>run downstairs at the speed of light, not caring about making noise and lock the door behind me
>run to the cupboard where my phone usually is, next to the radi...
>wherethefuck is my radio
>realize what's going on, feeling stupid as bag of pubes

2 days prior, during the last watering i got compassion with those sad little plants standing there alone all day.. i had put the radio there to keep 'em entertained and completely forgot about that.. (silly stoned me)

apparently that station replays spoken stories over and over at night :/

>>18086311
FUCK YOU BEAT ME TO IT

>>18087056
lol fuck off with this contemporary Hollywood jump scare CGI bullshit.

>>18078906
>get gud

>>18087612
You're fucked for those last comments alone.

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>>18081108

>>18080236
Go back to mexico you fucking grave robbing wetback and if you live in mexico just kill yourself for disturbing the dead

>>18076366
Full of shit. Still, a good read.

>>18089315
Sounds like an owlbear.

>>18089315
It was a forest protector, a type of guardian of the old places of the woods. It was actually protecting you from the true evil in the forest that night, a demon, scouring through the trees searching for mortal flesh.

>>18091788
You can't prove that he is not a wizard.

>>18075227
>>18075229
>>18075232
>>18075235
Not bad. Not bad.

>>18076366
> He even knows when I've talked to people about him and has called me out on it

> "Hey kid, I hear you've been talking shit 'bout me on a japanese imageboard."

Tip top toppest of keks.

>be me
>be sleeping
>wake up at 4:04 a.m. for no reason
>get up and go to the kitchen to drink water
>come back to room and something's got under my blanket
>i freeze and wait near the door of my room for 30 minutes
>suddenly the thing comes out of the blanket
>it was just my dog
>think how stupid I am and get back inside my bed
>then it hits me that my dog died a week ago
>call 911 and my gf
>tell them what happenned and noone believes me
>police says they forgive me for this once but if I ever waste their time they will arrest me
>girlfriend tells everyone about the story and everyone laughs and jokes about it whenever they see me
>sometimes I still hear a barking noises in my house during night

>>18092405
Sure I can, the earliest mortal-to-immortal self-conversion methods were incepted roughly a century after he'd have to've been born.

>>18081194
>pretty sure I live in spook town USA

Detroit?

>>18080197
>6 foot tall and does weightlifting
>does weightlifting
Your story is shit at least make it somewhat believable

>>18092156
Hey, hey, HEY. Cool it. That was totally uncalled for.

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Wierd thing happened the other week. Kept hearing walking around in my apartment building hallway(It's a small 12 unit building and nobody really stays up past 10).

My girlfriend works night shifts and I'm unemployed at the moment so I was up at 3 am reading and shit. Walked over to my door and peeked through the eye hole and couldn't see anything, as if it was covered up. Weirder yet there was still light at the bottom of the door, so nobody was standing in front of it... I hope. I have three cats and all of them were in the bedroom peeking around the door watching me and the door. They do this every once and a while but this is the first time I've checked the peephole.

The complex isnt locked so pretty much anyone can walk around inside the building so it might just be some weirdo but it seems kind of odd considering this is only a small town. Bought a Louisville slugger after that though. Not greentext I know but just wanted to share.

>>18092351
Nah, /tg/ here, those things are without mercy

>>18091977
S-sauce please

>>18093264
Don't fuck with them dogs, yo.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTf5U8SufUc

>>18093315
Give me a bit anon and I'll link you if he doesn't , I'm still at work. You know how to get past the safpanda, right?

>>18081378
Christ

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>>18093315
https://exhentai.org/g/895628/bccc9e8cdf/

Bumping for greentext about man dealing with dead spirit like a bro and then brought peace to the spirit by kicking some old dudes ass.

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>>18093858
I know this clearly must be fake or RP, but a part of me deep down believes crazy shit like this must be real. And I for one am inclined to agree.
Hope you like this legendary pasta.

>>18093858
>>18093858
Toppest kek I've ever had on /x/, thanks for that friendos

>>18085197
I get this but not to the degree it's happened to you, it sounds crazy but after it happens a lot it becomes a bit normal and I just shrug it off now

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>in le haunted woods
>picking flowers
>outside the house my mom killed herself in
>confederate flag is still flying from when druglords were squattering here

>tries to take picture of confederate flag because instagram and I guess that I'm a whore
>wind dies exactly at the time that my camera on my phone opens its shutters

>wtf

>takes picture and then goes on walking
>goes near fork in woods
>swami rama meditation cabin where I meditated in once in front of me
cabin to my right
>something to my near left
>love shack down the road to my far left

>there is no tresspassing sign and the bank owns this house now but I'm pretty suree there are no cameras
>somthing big is in the swamp
>twigs break from high up like deer do with their antlers when the bucks are all fucked up on hormones during mating season

>Can see nothing in the swamp
>nothing in the swamp

>nothing moving in the swamp
Ussually, I have my dog, and he is there to protect me.
but my doggie be dead
now

>>18081160
I don't completely believe you, but your story was nice I guess, could make a good movie

>>18084636
I knew I was gonna get bait and switched, but I didn't expect this boner

>>18080197
Ya know, I dont think Its quite that easy to dig up a fresh modern gravesite. Also there wouldn't be maggots as maggots are fly babies and flies wouldn't be inside a casket.

Does anyone have a screenshot of that thread with the guy that lived in korea with a foster family and spooky childhood tales?
That was good.

>>18081475
Has anyone heard from this anon?

>>18094401
Well that was stupid

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I have one.

>be in college for Radio/TV/Journalism
>work for the college running the radio station and helping produce TV
>start hearing stories about Leandra
>girl was murdered by a dude that she kept rejecting
>found out it was in a room that is now my radio booth and soundproof production room
>Leandra is know for messing with people, mostly men
>elevator will go up and down randomly late at night
>she likes to rearrange stuff in the newspaper office
>Leandra worked for the paper
>one buddy of mine says who works there she likes to clean his desk up
>tells me one day they came in after only being gone for 5-10 mins to find the periodical that reported Leandra's death opened to the very page of that report
>locked door, they even checked the security cameras to find no one entered

Now that you have the preface, here's what happened to me.

>it started about 2 weeks after I started running the actual radio station
>station used to be run by a girl
>always am the last person to leave at night, first to arrive in the morning
>night time duties are to shut everything non-essential to the radio station
>all board levels except one all the way down, speakers shut off, and stuff that can be unplugged
>2-3 times a week, I'd show up and all of the stuff I shut off the night before is turned on and the speakers are blasting at full volume
>first couple of times, check the cameras
nothingatall.mov
>its not harmful, so I just get into the same routine as everyone else that works there
>eh, it's just Leandra
>start hosting a night time radio show
>nobody is in the building but me and my raio guests
>regularly hear voice, footsteps in the hallway, and the elevator going up and down periodically
>eh, it's just Leandra
That is the norm at this point. In the next post I'll tell you the night Leandra got violent.

Pic related. This is the Hardeman building at Angelo State University. It no longer is the Comm/Journo building

>>18086345
sp00ky

>>18095030
Part 2

>be working on a paper late at night
>boss was super cool and would let us do school work at work if needed
>2 AM
>be working on the second floor and I hear a knock on the glass door downstairs

The way the building is, there's a big window above the downstairs door, and you can see whoever is there. To get to the downstairs door, there is a two flight of stairs straight to the door.

>as I go the stairs I look out the window to check
>nothing
>go downstairs to check there
>nothing 2.0
>go back upstairs and don't really think anything of it
>2:16 AM
>banging on the downstairs door
>like fists hitting the glass kinda banging
>check the window before going downstairs
>nothing 3.0
>go to check the door again and prop it open to take a look around outside
>figure it is my coworker/friend playing a trick on me
>find nothing outside
>yell into the night,"FUCK YOU PAUL!"
>unprop the door, and the hydraulic arm gently shuts the door behind me
>2:33 AM
>the most violent banging I have ever heard in my life on the door
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>be ready for it this time
>run to the stairs
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>bolt down the stairs just in time to see the door SLAM on its own

It's a hydraulically controlled door. What I saw was impossible. I even had my biggest friend try to make the door do what I saw. NOPE.

>dawns on me
>oh fuck, It's just Leandra
>slowly walk back up the stairs and see something floating in the middle of the room
>looks almost like heat coming off of hot asphalt but white-ish
>OH, FUCK. IT'S JUST LEANDRA
>say to Leandra,"Hey, Leandra... I'm just trying to write a paper. I know you knew what that's like. Please leave me alone."
>the figure kinda floats there for a second, as if to ponder what I said
>the figure then darts off to and in the elevator
>didn't even notice that it was open
>door closes
>hear the "ding" and opening of the doors downstairs
>gather my shit and nope the fuck out

>>18095075
Leandra never messed with me or my booth ever again after that. I'd like to think she became cool with me.She still messed with other dudes until we moved the Comm/Journo college to the top of the library.

Here's a link to the news article about her. I'm one of the unnamed people interviewed for it.

http://www.asurampage.com/news/view.php/30525/The-Ghost-of-ASU

>>18093264
that pug was Iggy

>>18095030
>>18095075
>>18095086
Good shit. Always love stories like this one where the spirit actually interacts back.
You ever go back to bring her something she might like? A present or something?

>>18095140
I went back years later to check on her. I found no evidence of her anymore. Maybe she remembered me and didn't want to mess with me. That floor is mostly deserted now and nobody is there at night, so no staffers have reported anything. I did have a friend who did a night time investigation. They got some EVPs of a woman talking, but not discerable. They also heard footsteps, some things being thrown down the hallway I saw her in, and of course the elevator.

That was the last I heard of her.

This all happened from 2003-2004. We moved to the Library in 2005.

>>18095167
When did the ROTC attachment move to Rassman?

>>18095167
Well, atleast you made up with a spirit. Not many people can say they've done anything like that in life. Nice job.

>>18095174
I have no clue. All I remember about Rasaman is that it smelled like shit all the time. Just and odd smelling building.

>>18095180

I never thought of it that way. I do admit that working around a spirit really taught me how to be "in-tune" with them now. My friends who have "hauntings" often ask me to come over and figure it out for them, even sage their places if the spirit is evil. I know one thing is certain, I've talked to many spirits. Thankfully, most of them have been benign. The others have bruised, scratched, hit, and even pair of them told me that when I leave the apartment they were going to "fuck me up".

The next day, I woke to massive bruises on my arms and back with scratches on my arm that caused my sheets to have bloodstains.

>>18081160
Maybe your son/daughter is going to play an important role in the future

>be me
>need to use the bathroom upstairs
>open my eyes, lights are all off
>brother swears he heard dad walk down the hallway and peek inside
>starts Flippin shit when Lil brother was cleaning mess
>Hear "deer" cross the river
>"Do you love me? Or your girlfriend?"
>sometimes she is in the hallway walking towards my room, or i the fucken mirror
>Have a great time, get some fresh air, eat some good fire-cooked meals, and generally get away from it all. All in all a great week, but starting to get ready to get back into the grind.
>It's then I start noticing things
>I come to my senses, thinking "do I run and have it chase and kill me, or try to use my knife to fight the thing and have it kill me?"
>Start the fire.
>It repaid me for the fish that I gave it.
>Everyday the doll is far and far away, till one day it disappeared
>Cousin coming back to the couch with two glasses of water
>Whatever. Close the front door, lock it back up, head into the dining room to grab a glass of water and shut the back door before heading to bed.
>Started walking, nothing special
>i grew up in city, only 5'8
>sleep under sheets whenever scared for the rest of my childhood
>walk past the door leading to the upper floor
>come back to room and something's got under my blanket
>wind dies exactly at the time that my camera on my phone opens its shutters
>elevator will go up and down randomly late at night
>nothing 2.0

>be 16
>chillin in some woods nearby my highschool with friends
>we spark up a joint
>ghost approaches us (i talk to ghosts pretty much every day)
>i'm the only one that speaks ghost, so i ask it what's up
>ghost asks if i wanna buy some ghost weed
>tell friends it's offering us some ghost weed
>friends get really pumped (we smoked ghost weed a couple times before, it's really strong)
>buy a 20 sack of ghost weed and roll another joint
>other ghosts smell the ghost weed and come chill with us
>satan shows up
>tries to rob us for our ghost weed, but other ghosts step up and tell him to fuck off
>go home
>jack off
>do homework

>>18084437
I actually remember when that person died on that ride. My sister and I had ridden that coaster shortly before it happened, and I was worried she would fall out because she was so skinny and short. When I heard somebody died on it, I figured it was someone small and skinny like my little sis, the restraint system just seemed inadequate.

>hear moms voice from basement
>go down to bottom of basement stairs
>remember that my mom abandoned my family after dad got pregnant
>eaten by the demon

>>18094401
I would rather have 60% of my body's mass be cancer than ever have to read that again.

>>18083138
The Falklands are british.

>>18095837
11/10

>>18082309
he's rite tho

>>18093382

No

>>18094115
This was amazing.

It reminds me of that /k/ story where some guy's weird friend goes full on operator against a skinwalker fucking with them. To the point of burning down a cabin with a homemade incendiary grenade.

>>18081378

Holy shit ew

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>>18096961
Well, uh. I got this one.

>>18094115
I came here specifically to find this. Thank you anon

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>>18097499
As long as /x/ exists as a board, this pasta and other legendary stories and shit will continue to live on, in screencap form. And as long as the archive sites exist, people can still go back to these threads and witness people's reactions as if they were there.
Still sad archive.moe got fucked.