Spooky Greentexts

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I'll start with a dump

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>>19070037
nice

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>>19070083
thanks for the quality content opie

>>19070098
thanks man. If someone could post the korean anon collection, that would be great

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oops forgot pic

>>19069970
thought those were asscheeks at first through the thumbnail

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>>19070162
dump over, rest of my folder is kinda shitty

Has anyone got the one where a guy (op) was hearing noises at first (from his downstairs living room) and then a voice counting steps towards his bedroom (one by one, each night)?

It was about a year ago. OP would report with updates every other night and for the rest of time anons would keep the same thread going.
It was up for at least a week the last time I checked it out but it had 404'd before I got back again.
I never even knew how it all escalated or if it did at all.

Fresh green here, no bullshit

>laying in bed
>drunk and half asleep
>window on my left, wall on right
>like yo lay on my right side because basically alcoholic and turn away from light since bedtime is 7am
>Go to bed early
>Hear knock on window
>Ignore, ground floor on busy city street
>Hear unrecongnisable voice
>Says my name knocks, says my name, kocks
Ignore
>Hear voice right beside my ear
>Spin round and look for weapon
>Just me
>Hear door unlock, open and close
>I ALWAYS lock my door behind me
>Check door
>unlocked
>Check window, latched and never opened

Something was in my room that night and I can't divine why it needed to use my door. I always lock my door. I heard a voice calling from outside then it was in. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before even in my deepest drunken stupors. That is why I am here.

Not ghost but this is still haunts me today and I've always wanted answers
First greentext ever too so sorry if it's bad

>be 12yr old me
>be with 3 other friends around same age
>playing in woods by my house
>get an idea to explore a nearby field that's not on our property
>whythefucknot.jpg
>I walk into field first everything seems fine
>suddenly one of my friends trip
>ask me what this
>MFW it's the top half of a human skull that has been cut clean above the eye sockets.
>No blood but some fresh meat hanging on it
>Get my big sis like a dumb kid instead of parents first
>She verifies it's legit
>We tell parents. They come
>ITSFUCKINGGONE.jpg
>Killer must've been watching us
>Owner of field tells my parents to keep their kids of his property a week later

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>>19070307
>>drunk and half asleep
Seems legit

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>>19069978
loved it, thanks,wish i had some to share but i don't

>>19070572
>TFW He got a ghost girl waifu without even trying

>>19070567
0__0
fucc dat shit

>>19071078
Well, no. If it's just a normal yūrei he's fine, but if it's like, an onryō specifically, he's completely fucked. Those are the ones you're familiar with from The Grudge and such, basically incredibly butthurt ghosts who want revenge on the living for their shit deaths and are not at all picky about who.

>>19069970
I would simply go play my Xbox, the one that says STOP PLAYING YOUR NINTENDO is my real mom.

>>19069970
I was on that thread man!

>>19070162
this one fucks me up becuase i used to live right by the Friendship Heights Station on that line, and damn

I was in that station and could've seen my very own monster irl

K i have a short story, and i was wondering if anyone could shed some light on this.

>2013
>senior year in highschool, if thats important
>laying in bed on my laptop chatting with a friend on facebook around 11pm? maybe 10
>my window is open, it sits facing my driveway/backyard
>there are train tracks down the road, however i know exactly how those horns sound, etc.. this sound wasnt them.
>so im just chilling, listening to music/bsing
>suddenly a fucking insanely loud scream/choir sweep sounds like its from right outside my window (one floor house)
>holyfuckingshit.jpg
>my friend at this point messages me saying "HOLY FUCK I JUST HEARD THE MOST FUCKED UP THING"
>Turns out it was the same sound
>he lives a 15-20 minute drive away from me, waay the fuck away from any sort of industrialization.

any fucking ideas?

>>19071904
now when i say choir/scream, i mean it was dissonant as fuck

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>>19071913
Could've been a meteorite burning up in the atmosphere

>>19071971
actually? I dont know anything about that kind of stuff so, im from around Vancouver if that helps at all

>>19071979
Meteorites and meteors can get loud as shit once they hit the lower troposphere, or the portion of the atmosphere that we live in

Remember the Chelyabinsk meteor from 2013? The screeching sound and subsequent sonic boom (a result of its fragments breaching mach 1 in the lower troposphere) was powerful enough to shatter windows in a 30 some mile radius

What I think you and your friend experienced was a rogue meteor that burned up before it had the chance to breach the sonic barrier

>>19071996
Oh shit, sounds pretty close, however we didnt hear any boom after the screech. Is that a possible outcome as well?

>>19072010
Yes the last part of my previous post highlights that I think the meteor burned up before it had the chance to create a sonic boom, unlike the Chelyabinsk meteor which was too large to burn up in time

>>19072015
thats comforting, thanks for the info!

>>19072022
Welcome man! Rest easy!

>>19070034
Anyone have the similar one where she hits the glass and cracks it and later someone else working there disappears?

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>>19069978
It took me a freaking hour to read this whole thing. It was pretty good. I could see it being a movie.

>>19070121
This is actually a very common hijacking tactic, and not just in the US. Abbos do it in Aus.

>>19070162
sounds like a ghoul

>>19072923
ya the natives in canada do it all the time also

i work for the opp and have a few stories about it the best/worst being the time a group tried it only to have a half asleep trucker blow right through the roadblock. he didnt even notice till he made the next gas station and someone asked him if he hit a deer. he calls it in and i go down the road to drag the deer chunks off the road. only to find 3 dead bodies and tire marks like someone burn out of the dirt road next to the highway at like 120 kmph.

>>19070037
fuck, now im going to be curious and wont be satisfied unless i find a picture of the thing

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I was writing a greentext about something that happened to me with a ouija board but I really don't want to risk bringing that shit back.

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Cabin Memories would make a good short movie.

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Does anyone have that one with those guys camping in a cornfield and a demon dog shows up?

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>>19076096
Is this the one?

>>19076154
That's the one, thanks m8.

>>19070539
more like this

>>19070567
Yo, give us a google map of that location, im interested noe

>>19076059
>make a great movie
>interesting setting
>character and story buildup
>flashes of horror and story like an alternate timeline of a hopped up tarantino making horror flicks
>pieces fall together
>hazy story starts making sense and becoming clearer
>interesting details like the "horrible things he saw" we want to know about
>what did they look like?
>op pussies out after getting our interest and attention
>roll credits
>no sequel. ever.

>>19071701
kek, it would be easy to tell my mother from the spoops, all I would have to do is say that I am making fishsauce wings and the one that objects to it would be my mother. For those who dont know making fishsauce chicken wings will stink up the whole house because boiling a cup of fish sauce to reduce it smells awful. Wings taste superb though.

>>19070539
holy fuck, it's soooo full of crap. The author tried to sound like he served iin the military while in reality he picked some words from /k/ and put them in the text as much as possible. All this "we da marinz" showoff, IEDs, SAWs, "terps", 0800 is just plain retarded. Noone would show off his service in the military so hard. Like, saying it's 8 am is way easier than 0800 and "rifle" instead of SAW and "explosives" instead of IEDs is way easier. Only a retard would use such slang if they're serving for more than a month. I know that because i'm in the military right now and this retard who happens to be greentext's author is clearly trying to look like he served anywhere except his parents' house basement.

>>19077024
dank u 4ur cervix

Is this the thread for OC too? I have an experience I'd like to share, but I don't want to muck up the board with just this story.

>>19077056
ur wellcum
>>19077089
Share it.

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>>19077103
Alright then here it goes:

So, this was about ten or so years ago, but I’ve only just got permission from my brother to disclose the story since I felt his input on it was the most crucial. So, here goes my carnival days and my brother’s obsession with unicorns.

>be me a 19 year old highschool dropout who literally ran away to join the circus.
>I’m working the carnival circuit, get in with the South Africans who practically run the joint
>they like me, ask me what I do
>I said I’d like to operate the rides and the big boss let me know that you need some kind of permit to operate rides
>I ask what I can do then and he tells me to go to the juggler
>I received the proper training to be a juggler
>for anyone in the carnival track, a juggler’s last learned skill is how to juggle
>no one cared about jugglers unless they’re juggling fire or chainsaws
>that said a juggler is the staple of any carnival or circus
>no one suspects a thing when all your employees mention you’re the juggler and nothing else
>and that’s why jugglers were invisible and why “juggling” made more cash than just about any ride operator if you were skilled enough at it

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>>19077124
>I worked the circuit a couple times
>the whole place picked up and moved to another location, but never really left the Chicago-land area
>I was never far from home, but I rarely spoke to anyone there, my older brother and I had been mostly silent compatriots
>he liked unicorns
>now, before you go assuming he’s into a certain purple dinosaur too he hated that one show (in fact, I was actually a fan until mid third season)
>everyone knew he liked unicorns, people would buy him cutesy stuffed ones he had posters of unicorns fighting dragons and other bad ass fantasy themes with them
>he’d even cite it as the fact that he believed they’re real (honestly, he’d take up the stance when people would bring up a god and he could say that he believed in unicorns and so far no science can prove that)
>that said, only recently did he say why he believed
>”I saw one”
>now, I was pretty much ready to throw him in a psyche ward at that point, but he admitted he was young and I chocked it up to false childhood memories, we all kinda remember something our imagination came up with when we were little and we were too naive to not know it wasn’t real

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>despite the knowledge I know now at the time I thought nothing of it and just that my brother liked unicorns
>so one day while I’m out “juggling” I pilfer a reciept
>it was one of those green ones with the lines where you’d hand-write it as opposed to it being printed
>the reciept was four-thousand dollars to be paid on arrival for a “unicorn”
>I called my brother on my first phone, a nokia brick. I told him about the receipt thinking he’d get a laugh like me
>he asked if the receipt had an address
>it did
>he asked me how much money I could scrounge together I told him about 1.5k while true I said it like a joke, but his voice was determined “I can get the rest. I’ll be there to pick you up”
>I wasn’t even done with my shift, but he didn’t really ask he pretty much just told me we were going before hanging up
>told the chief I was heading off early, I gave him his part of the money I made “juggling” but told him nothing of the receipt.

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>>19077143
>my brother arrives precisely when he said he would. This was not new, he’d almost always predict how fast he could get to a desired location and would typically arrive on the minute
>I get in the car, he asks if I need to stop at the bank. I said yes and he said “do it fast” and proceeded to open the map to chart our course
>he tells me to put it with his money in the back
>I noticed a bowling bag, but it was far too light to be holding a ball
>it was filled with cash, not even bound neatly by 100s, it was just like wadded up twenties and a scarce hundred around
>doing as he said, we came up to the property that the reciept sent us to
>there’s like three horse trailers along the side, I’m expecting a scam, but the anger of the voice that came from the house told me otherwise
>holding a gun the man basically kicked open his front door and sighted his rifle up to us
>”I thought you said it was just for you, no one else”
>I was no good in social interactions, but my brother was even worse so I took up that torch
>”I’m sorry, he found out and is really into unicorns and begged me to see it”
>the man seemed content, but still unhappy about this
>”it’s in this one” the man pointed to the first horse trailer closest to us
>”hook it up to your truck and I’ll take your cash now”
>”I wanna see it first,” my brother said in a tone like he was dreaming and walked forward to peek in the window
>”better get to your friend, he’s looking like he’s seen enough”
>my brother had already dropped the bag just at his side and the man picked it up without a word between them
>curiosity got the better of me and I looked with my brother through the window
>I saw nothing, just blackness in the window, my face pressed close until my whole vision was black

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>>19077149
>as I fell away from the window I realized I was sitting in the passenger seat of my brother’s car
>”it’s a shame too” was the first thing I heard when I came to, but he continued as if I was listening the whole time
>”he was a really nice specimen, but he didn’t like you”
>”who?” I croak out
>”the unicorn,” he says calmly
>”There was nothing in there, we are carrying an empty trailer”
>I turned and looked out the back window of the car
>no trailer, no bowling bag in the back seat
>”what happened?” I ask
>my brother just says, “oh my god. You don’t believe in unicorns, do you?”
>my silent questioning echoed within the car
>”but I do”
>”since when?” he asks, smiling like a cheshire cat
>”right now”
>”next time, you’ll see it,” he said with that grin on his face, but turned to the road “they’re more beautiful than I’ve ever imagined”

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>>19077155
>this event wasn’t ever really mentioned again between us, but neither of us looked at unicorns the same way
>there was this sort of bond that was established while seeing unicorns in public, a knowing glance like we were both in on a joke
>eventually we go our separate ways again and start our lives
>I called him up recently to ask about that time we bought a unicorn
>”yeah, he really didn’t like you” he reiterated during the conversation
>I didn’t tell him what I had seen before calling him, I merely asked if I could tell the story
>he didn’t care, he was always a laid back guy and basically knew his name wouldn’t even be attached
>the true terror that instigated this call was none other than that unicorn

>I was even staring at it through my back porch window during the call
>it was nothing like its white and glittery depictions on girls’ trapper keepers
>this thing was unlike any animal I’ve ever seen, but somehow while looking at it you just knew what to call it
>unicorn
>ideally perfect, flawless, and stunning anatomy that puts even the most biologically advanced animals to shame
>when I turned on the light in my dining room (where I can see the back window from)
>as the light turns on the unicorn was gone in an instant the light turned on, like a shadow

I may not be the most pure human on earth, but I feel like there are people way worse than me to warrant a unicorn’s wrath.

>>19077143
hurry up dude this is interesting

>>19076644
Read all 4 of them anon.

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This really makes me think... about a tasty plate of some green beans!

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>>19077161
Here ya go.

>>19069970
As I'm a bit colorblind, this mf made it hard as fuck for me to read those read texts on the expanded pictures.
aside from that, spooky

>>19077311
bad

>>19070307
If real, you needed to be awake specifically then for a certain turn of events to occur in your life. You wouldn't wake from knocking so the nigga came in to get it done

>>19077384
You write something better than fag.
Rather than post something is bad, make something good, your opinion is worthless here.

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>>19070307
Entities are attracted to people on drugs. That's my experience anyway. I'll sometimes get nasty sleep paralysis when I'm taking opiates. Like I can feel a presence near me and sometimes on me. Takes a shit load of willpower to break out of it. It's not the sort of sleep paralysis I get when going into "wake induced lucid dreaming".

i have some real experiences i've had, this all took place in my childhood home in a small town in central illinois around the turn of the century

>lying down on the couch covered up and watching television
>i was a young kid at the time, maybe around 10 or 11
>pretty comfy in that moment, nobody else is in the living room with me except what i thought was our dog at the foot of the couch i was on
>all of a sudden the couch starts shaking back and forth as if the dog is scratching herself and her leg keeps hitting the couch cushion
>i shrug it off, tell the dog to knock it off
>look down, the dog isn't there
>realize even at my young age that the dog physically could not have been on any other side of the couch to do that
>wtf bells are going off in my baby brain
>uncomfortable the rest of the night, too afraid to get off the couch and sleep there

1/2

>>19078123
>around the same year of the previous story
>sitting on the same couch while home alone on a weekend, parents are out
>it was around noontime during summer and the living room was basking in the warm sunlight coming in through the windows, primarily the window behind my dads recliner in the corner of the room
>i was feeling good
>watching tv, the AC was blowing on me too much and making me cold so i reached for a blanket
>see in my peripheral vision a ghostly white figure sitting in my dads recliner next to the couch i'm on
>i can describe it as somewhat transparent, its form (primarily the head) being illuminated by the sunlight coming in from the window behind it
>it very clearly looks like a figure of a person sitting there, from head to toe, stoic in nature and facing the direction of the tv
>it appears as if it were made of dust particles cascading in front of the light
>i quietly get up and haul ass to the kitchen, and then to my room which was directly on the other side of the living room wall
>sit uncomfortably on the computer while i waited patiently for my parents to come home

the house was built some time in the very late 1800s

also one time i found what i assumed to be an old wooden casket just barely sticking out of the descending hill leading to an alley from my back yard. it was just on the property line, like right on it. i never fucked with it BUT my parents told me all the time how there were old, mostly unmarked cemeteries from the 17-1800s in the woods surrounding the neighborhoods around us

personally i don't want to give away too many details because i am a very paranoid person. sorry. generally i accept that there are paranormal unknowns we do not fully understand. a lot of weird shit happened to me in that house but these are the headliner stories

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>>19078123
oh yeah, my dog had a collar that jangled so i would have heard her if she got up and walked away without me seeing. i've thought about my experiences a lot and there's no logical conclusion i can come to. perhaps that's why they've stayed with me

>>19077724
Well said and its true, just wear skimask with sunglasses when doing drugs helps and shower before taking them.

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>>19070818
never sleeping again

Not a ghost, or anything, but a little spoopy thing that happened to me as a kid (got other stories, shit like this happened a lot at the old place I lived at)

> Be me, 15
> Live in isolated house out in middle of the woods
> Me and friends explore the woods all the time
> Know them pretty well
> One night, hear weird, loud CRACK sound coming from woods
> Think maybe it's a tree collapsing? But it was weird, it was just one loud CRACK like a gunshot, but not quite
> Whatever, write it off
> Next day, go innawoods
> Suddenly, in an area where we've been plenty of times before, there's this huge...barrel?
> I say barrel, but it was like the size of a small house
> Rusted, dented, had a hole in the side of it where we could climb in
> Nothing particularly interesting inside
> How the fuck did it get here? It was miles from any road
> No markings in vegetation surrounding it to indicate it had been dragged there or anything
> Slightly spooked by it at first
> Eventually, spookiness wears off, we use it as a landmark
> We have parties inside it, drinking, smoking, gets filled up with empties and cigarette butts
> Graffiti the side of it, including "anon hearts anon's first crush"
> One night, about two years later
> Again, loud CRACK sound
> go out to the barrel the next day
> it's gone, along with everything inside it
> just a big patch of bare dirt where it had been, again nothing to show it had been dragged away
> kinda sad because the barrel had become a pretty cool hangout over the past couple years, but oh well

here's to you, barrelbro, wherever you are

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>>19076530
2885 North Iron Mountain Road
If you're still here looking for my reply.
The coordinates are off a lil so don't be surpised if you get taken just a lil bit fown the road. Here is a screen shot. I circled my own house (I've had these for awhile to show friends), I circled a spot in the field for the area we found it in, and I drew a line from the blus house (the address I gave) because that man owns the house and the field we were in. He never lets anyone rent the house and has put No Trespassing signs up since the incident. 2821 is my old address, but if you type it in it takes you in the middle of a different field. Strange I know.

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>>19070567
>>19076530
>>19078837
This is the view ofthe house from the road. He repaints it a bold light blue every year but he doesn't live there. Apparently what I had heard is that he lives in California, but if that's true then I don't understand why there is always a car pulling in to the driveway. In fact Google earth has caught a vehicle right here. I long to go investigate with the people I found it with, we still keep in touch from time to time and often talk about it when we do talk. Idk how togo about investigating at an amateur level and it actually working out for us though.

>>19078830
I'd like to hear your other stories, please

>>19078893

There's so many. This is the place where I grew up, and it wasn't until I moved away that I understood just how much weird shit happened to me when I was there - when I moved away and began experiencing "normal" life that I began to understand just how odd that place was. Not all necessarily paranormal, either. A small non-paranormal story:

> In the middle of all this lush pine forest, there was this odd are that was entirely sand dunes
> (This isn't the only weird thing I saw happen there, either)
> Great place for sledding when it snowed
> Dad worked as an EE for a company that had a manufacturing site way out in the woods for some reason
> Takes us to go sledding at the sand dunes
> We get there, having a ball, sledding all over the place
> Come across a pond that had never been there before
> Pond isn't frozen over, and it is crystal fucking clear - no plant or animal growth or mud or anything
> except for one thing, the water is slightly blue
> Dad sees this and gets angry as hell
> Tells us to get in the car
> We go home, he makes a phone call to work to scream at someone
> Tells us not to go to the sand dunes until he tells us we can
> Next time we go, pond is gone

Another time, I was hiding in the woods at the edge of the sand dunes while watching black helicopters land there (note that there was no nearby military base, or really any nearby anything)

>>19079044

>tfw you were in an exclusion zone managed by your father

Talk to Papa, Stalker.

Blowout soon.

>>19070121
OMG I REMEMBER AMBOY. Thanks for the memories! This story is just one of the many stories people would tell.

>>19079044


Or if you want something a little more weird

> Be about 12 years old
> It's pouring rain outside, night time
> I had just gone out to get our dog out of his pen to bring him inside out of the rain
> Because he was still a bit of a puppy and a spaz, he broke out to run into the woods
> grab flashlight, go into woods looking for him
> Pretty deep in, I can hear him crashing around through the brush,
> Suddenly, to my left, hear some grunting noises
> Almost like a pig, but more guttural
> I freeze
> Take a step towards the noise
> Hear a loud THUMP as something flops through the brush
> I'm kind of spooked, but I always felt safe when my dog was nearby. I figured if it was something really bad he would have seen it and started barking at it when he tore through the woods
> Plus I can still hear him crashing around the woods pretty close by, so I'm not too worried
> Shine my light through the brush, push some branches aside
> Ho-lee shit
> It's the biggest fucking toad I have ever seen
> When I say big, I don't mean just like, a normally big toad
> I mean that this thing was easily bigger than a raccoon
> realize the grunting sound I heard earlier was its croak
> Something's off about it
> It's not just a supersized toad, it doesn't look quite like the other toads I had occasionally caught
> Eyes are set much further back in its head, almost near its stomach, than normal
> Of course I immediately want to try to catch it
> Reach my hand out for it
> opens its mouth to ree at me
> realize what else is different about it
> I know a lot of toads have small nubs of teeth
> This one has an entire mouth full of thin, needle-like teeth
> Fall backwards in shock
> Toad hops away crashing through brush
> Gather my dog
> Tell family about huge fucking toad I saw, they just think I must have seen a really big normal toad
> Ever since then, our house was plagued with toads every summer, literally dozens of them hopping around the yard at any given time

>>19079065

I always wondered what my dad was up to out there, but never really spoke to him about it. I actually went back and got a temporary job as a security guard at the site he worked at years later, but by then, the company he had originally worked for had been long gone. It had cycled through several different uses since then - including a headquarters for some weird video game studio, of all things - and when I worked there, it was a mostly-automated plant for making arthritis medicine.

>>19077155
You both got raped, you just blacked it out but your brother went to his "happy place" and saw a unicron.

>>19070307
>says my name, kocks

What kind of parent names their kid Kocks?

>>19070744
>Whining about people drinking.
>Seems legit.

Tell me about those tulpas, faggot.

bumpin for more spooky stories

>>19079091
You should leave then, fucking normieeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

>>19079091
These are awesome anon, I'd love to hear more if you're willing

>>19080935

There was lots of things that don't necessarily make for a good story. For example, one day me and my friends - all of us - experienced not a few minutes, not an hour or so, of deja vu, an entire day that we all swore up and down had happened before. There was other weird stuff, too: Electronic appliances would turn themselves on pretty often, and one microwave we had curiously remained on even after unplugged.

Then there were the people, like the old lady down the street who would always give us children's crayons drawings to deliver to her "granddaughter" at school (later found out that her granddaughter had died in a car accident, no idea if she was making these drawings herself out of dementia or something.) Or the time, as little kids, we found the HUMONGOUS skull of some animal poking out of the ground - so big we all thought it was an elephant skull, not realizing elephants wouldn't be where we lived. Told our parents about it, and a week later it was just gone.

There's one story:

>>19081062
> This was after our microwave wouldn't turn off even after unplugged
> My mom was convinced our house was possessed or haunted, dad just laughed and bought new microwave
> Mom insisted that an old abandoned house (passed by it on our way to school every morning) was a center of cult activity and was causing all this, said she had seen lights in the windows at night
> So of course, me and my friends (16 at the time) wanted to check it out, at night, because spooks
> Go with two guys, Isaac and Richard
> House is normal as we approach, a bit trashed, garbage on the lawn, old wrappers and empties and shit, figure someone must have been squatting
> Front door is unlocked, just stroll inside
> As soon as we enter the house, feeling hits us, all of us, at the same time
> Something's fucked, here
> Can't explain it, just went from sudden feeling of complete lack of worry to intense, overwhelming feeling of dread
> inside of the house is....weird
> Large sheets of ripped blue plastic on the ground
> Looked like they had been containers for something? Like something big, sealed in plastic, that you had to rip apart to get at
> Picked one up to look for a label, no label, just a barcode and a serial number
> Okay...
> Flip light switch, electricity is on for some reason
> Head into kitchen
> Devoid of anything
> No cabinets, no nothing, no fridge, no sink, everything's been cleared out
> sawdust and metal shavings all over the ground
> Shrug
> Meanwhile, Isaac's getting jittery
> "Alright man we checked it out let's get the fuck out of here"
> Me and David tease him about being a pussy
> Head upstairs
> Lights up there aren't working, so we bust out flashlights
> All pretty much normal up there, empty rooms, some abandoned furniture
> All except for one room
> One room that is lined with mirrors
> Floor length mirrors lining every wall
> Mirror on the ceiling
> O...kay....
> Maybe whoever moved out just hadn't bothered taking them

>>19077024
You sure are the life of a party uh

>>19079091
Chub toad, chub toad at the door,
Run away quick
Or you'll run no more

>>19077306
Green beans are not tasty

>>19081095
> Richard is behind me, looking down the stairs
> Suddenly gets deathly white, pushes me and Isaac into the mirror room
> before we can say anything he whispers "shut the fuck up, someone just turned off the light downstairs"
> Oh fuck
> We all strain our ears listening
> Richard is standing by the door, ready to jump whoever decides to walk in
> Can't hear shit
> About twenty minutes pass like this
> About to suggest venturing downstairs
> Suddenly , whole house SHAKES
> every light comes blazing on - even the ones upstairs, which hadn't been working
> Isaac just barely stops himself from shouting out
> I look out the window of the mirror room
> There's no car parked in the front yard
> Whoever came into the house, they'd have to try to chase us on foot
> House shakes again
> One of the lightbulbs in the room pops
> Glass falls down on me, it's burning fucking hot
> Fuck it, time to run
> All three of us stampede down the stairs
> Basement door is open
> It sounds like something's running down there, like a washing mashine crossed with a lawnmower gone wild
> As we dash past the door, hear someone yell out "Is someone there?" from the basement
> Run into the woods
> When we're about halfway back home, calm down a bit
> Decide to stick together and drop Isaac off at his house first, then me, then Richard, since his house was the closes walk from mine (he'd spend less time walking alone)
> Call him to make sure he gets home fine, he does
> Next day
> The abandoned house is burned the fuck down
> Ask parents about it, Dad says fire department just used it for practice
> Return to empty lot a few days later
> The basement had been filled with cement

>>19077024

A SAW is a machine gun though, not a rifle

I'm also military and that's what we called them all the time

>>19081170

I've also got some stories that are more personal, and sort of followed me for the entire time I grew up there

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>>19081188
These are ace, thanks for sharing mate!
I've capped what you have so far

>Be me 18
>Be around 11PM
>Bored as fuck with three other friends
>One of my friends talks about this haunted place near my city
>HauntedMyAss.jpg
>Look up the place
>My god its almost an hour away
>Im the only driver, friends all insist we go
>Fuck might as well
>We go, blast tunes all the way down.
>Good time
>Arrive at Buck Hill Road
>Ok this shit looks spooky as fuck
>One of my friends wants to nope the fuck out of here, atmosphere of the place is that bad
>Too bad pussy we here
>Drive down the road
>Gets weirder and weirder
>Friend tells me keep driving till we got to the top of a hill.
>Lots of hills, confused about which one we need to goto
>See this big fucker infront of us
>Must be it
>Fuck this is a hefty hill to drive up
>Get to the top
>Turn around, to face down the hill
>Friend explains this ritual we need to do.
>Gotta flash the high beems three times, "scream daddy daddy im here" and brake a stick.
>WtfAreYouForReal.png
>What ever, go with it.
>My friend tells me to flick the lights.
>*Flick* *Flick* *FlicK*
>"DADDY DADDY IM HERE"
>Friend snaps stick
>We wait
>We sitting at the top of a hill. We see a whole valley infront of us
>Friend says we should start to see lights far out in the distance
>Nothing so far
>WaitWhatTheFuckIsThat
>We all see a light at the opposite side of valley.
>Bruh what the fuck
>It moves around for a bit and disspears.
>We freak out
>Friend claims he sees another one
>We look
>Holy fuck there is.
>It looks more orange, and clearly see it moving around
>Freak out more
>Ok now we want to leave, shits to fucked
>We see one more to the left of us. Shit is actually bright and not that far.
>Wtf its getting closer
>Ok time to dip.mp3
>I start the car, drive a bit down the hill.
>We see huge opening, stop and look.
>WTF its three lights floating
>Can't really tell what it is.
>Get a photo of it.
>I look in the rear view mirror
>Shit you not saw something float by, like ghost fly by
>StepOnIt

>>19081371

Ahh! That's so scary. Why did you guys go do that lol?? omfg.. scared.

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>>19079091
Frogs face when you tried messing with him, you filthy normie.

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this is pretty spoopy
here is soviet puppy to calm you down

first time posting a story here. sorry if I don't exactly follow the conventions.

>very normal, low-key childhood, grew up in an area famous for its seclusion and scenery (named after an early 20th century famous painter who retired there, he painted vast landscapes that don’t look very different from the current road except for literally a couple new houses).
>house is surrounded by thick forests, middle of a valley that's sandwiched between several more valleys that grow increasingly large
>always took in-the-woods/forest familiarity as normal and completely non-threatening, always got cracked up by how people would react to coyote shrieks and owl hoots.
>regularly walked by self in the general area around the house since 9 or 10, followed old skid trails and ridges that by all means I should have gotten lost on
>spookiest thing that ever happened to me was getting jump-scared by a deer bursting out from behind a tree and scampering off, was never worried about walking alone
>hiking and just fucking around in the woods was my absolute favorite pastime
>it only takes one night for this to completely change and give me severe panic attacks when alone in nature
>early December, I’m 12
>3:30ish AM
>mom wakes me up, tells me to follow her onto our porch. lights are all off, she tells me to be quiet.
>dead silence
>she’s clearly listening for something
>we wait for five minutes; repeatedly hushes me I’m getting worried she’s having a hallucination or something
>goes back inside, she makes sure the door’s locked like five times
>tells me she heard crying, she’s convinced that it was a kid

>>19081371
What happened to the photo you took , do you still have it?

>>19081371
Buck Hill in PA? I live near there.

>>19081684
>I tell her she was probably dreaming
>she’s convinced it was real, tells me that it woke her up and lasted for the better part of a minute. she describes it in really freaky detail, can explain exactly how it sounded (a choking, terrified sob sort of sound, she immediately jumped to a lost kid)
>she explains that it was loud enough that she heard it through her closed door and window on the opposite end of the large house
>whatever, I didn’t hear anything
>tells me that it came from the direction that my window (right over the head of my bed) points
>weirded out, but not fully convinced
>lock window, go back to sleep

>mid-January, still 12
>there are some really beautiful views from ridges overlooking some old clear-cutting areas only a couple hours hiking behind our property, 12-year-old idiot me grabs a granola bar and decides to make a day out of it
>on the way, notice some strange footprints
>they’re completely spherical, as if someone was pressing featureless balls maybe 10 inches in diameter over and over again. strange little marks at the base of the indentation.
>weird, but whatever. they’re not exactly threatening, so I ignore them.
>three hours of fucking around latter, I get back to the house
>mom’s home, I ask her about the tracks just out of curiosity (she knows her shit on this stuff, her dad has a wall full of hunting shit and she was always the kid that he took with her and who kept up with him the best)
>she’s curious too, follows me out to where they start
>after a couple minutes, she starts laughing
>they’re turkey tracks. the turkeys were sitting down because of the cold, and they managed to make perfect circular shapes, the little marks in the center were clearly normal tracks in a few of them
>start heading back, talking and laughing
>she goes dead silent
>I notice, ask what’s going on
>she just starts walking away from me, towards the side of a ridge I normally don’t go towards
>” Did you do this?”

>>19081689
>it’s a fucking perfect human foot print
>tell her absolutely not, it’s bigger than my foot anyway
>I walked this exact way early today, this was not fucking here. it snowed last night too, and I was paying attention to every little change in the scenery (the turkey tracks had been very well hidden at the edge of a skid trail)
>this had to been done after I walked past it, my stomach is in knots
>absolutely zero question about it, it wasn’t spooky bigfoot or anything like that, just a straight up human foot print
>you would be dead from frostbite if you were wearing even socks and pajamas outside the night before, our pipes had almost froze again despite having both a wood stove and furnace working to heat them
>it’s not a single foot print, there’s an entire trail, this just happened to be in clear sight while the others were hidden. the trail is sharply curved in a u turn, stopping at this foot print and heading back in the same direction
>it goes on forever, we walk alongside it for what feels like an hour. it stays close to where I was walking (this is a usual path for me, I’m getting really, genuinely freaked out), looks like it was following me from a distance. she’s getting scared. anyone who walks barefoot this long is far, far beyond normal, obviously a danger
>we both fucking stop dead in our tracks
>a few feet ahead, coming up from a ravine and joining with the one we’re following, is a new trail
>it’s a child’s footprints

>>19081696
>fucking unquestionable once again, you can see every single toe in perfect detail
>we are getting nervous as all hell, but continue on until we see another trail of slightly smaller footprints, there’s two kids
>there’s three clearly distinguishable spots where snow was pushed/clawed away and someone/something laid down or did something that required contact with the frozen grass, we were probably just getting panicky but we thought it looked fresh/rushed
>we book it back to the house, arguing about if we should call the cops or game and fish/dnr or whoever we would call for something like that
>finally decide that we shouldn’t because technically it wasn’t our property and my mom’s really paranoid about trespassing (brother got busted for it, all-around really bad situation)
>decide that we’ll go out again tomorrow with dad and brother and see if we can find anything, and then decide if we need to call
>that night, still terrified (alternating between “fucking snow hobos” and “oh my god there are frozen corpses in the woods”)
>it snows like crazy, near-blizzard, just like the night before
>3:30ish AM once again
>woken up by mom standing over me, poking my side

>>19081705
>outside my window, distant but audible, there’s the unmistakable sound of a child sniffling and crying
>mom looks terrified
>I only hear the last few seconds of it as it wanders into the woods
>it’s the exact fucking direction the tracks were in
>after a few minutes of silence, we go out on the porch with dad and brother (brother and dad both had to wake up around 4:30 AM for work so I was the go to if anything was wrong at night, this meant my mom was seriously afraid)
>silence for a few minutes, we’re about to go back inside
>we’re all eager to get back inside, snow falling in the dark is somehow horrifying when combined with the sounds of the wind. I still remember how creepy it looked because of the almost-full moon. we’re constantly looking back to the other end of the porch in paranoia
>suddenly, across the way, in the same direction as the child crying, I hear the most godawful noise of my entire life
>I’ve never been able to find something even slightly comparable. the best I can explain it as is an inhuman sound being made from a human body. it was a scream, and I’m almost certain that only an adult could make something with that much bass, but it didn’t sound like any screaming I’ve ever heard come out of a human. it was almost closer to an ape shriek, but so much louder, deeper, and almost layered that to compare it to an animal really doesn’t make sense. it wasn’t one of those cheesy bigfoot calls (no offense to people who get off to that stuff, but those always just sound like a chimpanzee scream being played in the woods via boombox, this was clearly living and something like a human)
>this thing goes on for forty seconds at least, non-stop. it tears through the wind like it’s three feet away, we’re fucking paralyzed
>finally silence, we edge back to our door
>it starts again, a little quieter. more of a shriek, only lasts a few seconds.
>it’s on the opposite end of the property

>>19081708
>we get inside, put the house on lockdown, get away from the windows
>as we’re debating if we need to call the cops, the fucking power goes out
>our phone, which we just fucking bought, is one of those pieces of shit that can’t still be used with just telephone wires still working
>scariest fucking night of my life
>nothing happens, but needless to say we bought a new, non-shit phone in a couple days when the roads were cleared. for the few years I lived with my parents after that, I never really hiked by myself again, I tried to a couple years later and got seriously terrified
>next time our uncle comes to visit (used to live on the road as well, big hiker), we talk about it and ask if he ever saw any foot prints or anything like that in the area
>is visibly disturbed, has had similar experiences, turns out there’s been a few situations on the road over the past thirty years that could be the same thing

It sounds kind of shitty without any actual sightings of whatever the hell it was, but anyone who heard the noises I heard that night would never want to go in those woods again either. I had waking nightmares for ages of walking in the snow and seeing something, but I never remembered what it was when I woke up. lots of freaky shit like that from my mom too. I’m not big into this kind of shit but I really don’t know what was up that area or how it could be easily explained. I don’t think I have time but I’ll try to write up some of my uncle’s experiences, they were pretty fucked up too

This might not be "Scar" but at least it is to me,
no this isn't a troll and frankly its a small thing that i still cant believe in my mind . Its nothing Crazy like you people had to experience.

>be me
>be maybe 2-3 years ago (my mind is still fuzzy)
>I was upstairs
> I hear dog barking
> he wants to go outside
> k let him out
> mom is downstairs now
> making small talk when he wants to get in
> mom lets him in as i head upstairs
>Before i can get up the stairs Dog FREAKS out
> Figure one of the outside cats got in (i have 7 outside cats in all)
> I shit you not , The dog was chasing something
> all i can remember was that it was a White blur
> no features visible
The blur: It was dog size but it was white, and very very blurry

>wtf.jpg
> Start tearing up for seemingly no reason , Still do when i think about it
> Dog chases the blur outside
> the thing just kinda disappear outside
> all i could say was “ Fuck…”
> My mom knows i never ever ever curse
> she saw that i was almost pure white with fear
> She didn't see it but to this day she believes me
>we decide just to keep it a secret so my siblings don't get scared
> Only my mom , older sister and i know of this

That's it , i would be lying if i said glass broke or anything happened , just that nothing else.
I feel sorry for a lot of you who are traumatized from those fearful memories. That was the “Scariest thing” to happen to me and that's not even that bad.

This happened a hella long time ago but it still creeps me out to this day
>Be 12
>Walking with a group of about 5 or so friends
>We decide to go to the shops so we walk through this shortcut that connects the western area of my town to the town centre.
>Start to approach the town centre, just about to cross over the train tracks
>Suddenly, out of no where I see this kid who cant be anymore than 7 years old to the right of us, about 30 meters away
>He's dressed in full red attire; red polo shirt, red cargo-type shorts, red sneakers. Dirty blonde hair, with a smug look on his face.
>I mention to my friends of this kid and tell them to look, but no one else can see him besides me and this aboriginal/torres strait islander guy we we're with.
>One of my friends was colourblind, so I dont know if that effected his perception.
>Another was in a big rush to get over to the shops cause he was hungry and another dude was on the phone from what I recall
>Suddenly this kid starts waving frantically, like hes waving goodbye to someone (which is befiting considering we were right near a railway and an abandoned train station
>I ask my friends again If they can see him, they still say no besides the one other guy I mentioned who could see him
>Suddenly after about 10-15 seconds of waving this kid does a 180 and runs towards the train station at full speed. And im not talking a fast pace walk this kid fucking sprinted like he was running away from something.
>I chase after him as he seems in trouble or is leading us somewhere.
>Aboriginal guy follows my lead, and the rest follow reluctantly whilst bemoaning that us two are just joking around about this kid running towards the train station
>The kid runs into this little alcove that is at level with the railway underneath the train station.
>As we get in there we see that hes completely dissapeard. This was the middle of the day so we could see just about everything inside this alcove.

>>19070572
I was in this thread when he posted it and I recall everyone acting like it was obvious what the figure looked like but it just looks like a nondescript figure to me. Am I looking at it wrong?

>One day about a month ago.
>Wake up and step out of bed
>Oh great one of the dogs shit in my room again
>Step over poop proceed to leave room and take shower
>Come back into my room, no poop in sight
>Huh, that's weird
>Go to work, come back home
>Poop is back in my room where i first saw it
>WTF

>>19081861
>Start to think that we hallucinated the whole thing
>Aboriginal guy crawls into this opening and notices a ladder leading up into this abandoned train station,
>The train station at the time wwas bolted and locked up due it to being marked for demolotion so we assumed this was the only way to get in there
>We all crawl in and one by one go up the ladder
>Once we're all in we look around and try to see if the kid could have gotten out any other way
>Everythings bolted shut, theres no other damage to the building so there isnt any other crawl spaces to escape from
>We start calling out to the kid, shouting names of kids that we knew from school that we thought resembled him
>Other friends are starting to doubt me, even the aboriginal guy is starting to doubt what he said he saw
>We all leave,
>Fast forward about 12 years, now 24 years of age
>Taking the rubbish bin and for some odd reason, this experience pops back into my head, huh.
>I look out to the curb where Im to drop the bin off for garabe collection.
>This fucking kid, same red clothes, same look, hasn't aged a day, is standing on the opposite side of the road, waving.

>>19081900
Just as a sidenote this is a 100% true recollection . Im not suffering from psychosis/schizophrenia as this was a one off event and was never recurring. Who knows what could happen in another 12 years though.

>>19081975
I'm thoroughly under the influence of alcohol and I think the kid means no harm, just another lost spirit

Maybe you should establish dialogue with him, you might be able to send the kid off back to whatever afterlife lays ahead

Take care of yourself and remember: never trust a fart past 25

>>19082036
I probably should have mentioned that I did try to talk to him at the first point of contact but he had the most unbreakable poker face I ever did saw.

>>19082057
Better to have tried and failed, then to never have tried at all

You did a good thing and tried your best, that's all anyone could ever ask for man. If the kid can't be reunited with the multiverse yet, maybe he has to figure things out on his own you know?

Although I always wondered if ghosts just live in a nightmarish feedback loop of doing the same thing over and over, like those stories you hear of ghosts flickering a light at a certain time each day or closing/opening a door to that extent

>>19079219
not sure but I once knew a man who went by Dick Nipper

>>19082133
In high school I knew a black girl named Pepsi

She preferred coke though which was weird

>>19082103
I have some crazy theories about the occurence that range from:

>The soul of my mothers first pregnancy that she aborted resided in my body till I was around the age of 7, at which point it left my body but returned to tell me something or to let me know that it was okay

>Ghost of a boy who went missing and was trying to lead me to his body (possibly buried underneath the train station, possibly now in the landfill (garbage bin @ curb) after the train station was demolished and the ground underneath was leveled.)

>Astral projection of myself from a younger age


I dont think about it too much but when I do these are what ends I usually draw.

>>19082144
I'm sorry to hear about the abortion, shits never easy to deal with but if that's the case I hope the kid is doing okay in the metaphysical realm

If he was buried underneath the station it might get him to the afterlife if he's given a proper funeral

But then again, the multiverse is a fragile thing, and it could very well be an earlier version of you crossing into this universe. Why though, I'm not sure. Read up on Biocentrism, the theory that consciousness creates the universe instead of vice versa. Could be that an earlier version of you died in a parallel universe and the two consciousness could be in the process of merging to continue your existence, and that's why you're "seeing" and earlier version of yourself. This is pretty pseudoscientific though and I advise extensive research into the topic before you draw conclusions

>>19081711
Good stuff anon.

>>19082177
The fact that Re-humanize Yourself by The Police was playing as I read that carried alot of synchronistical weight for me, particularly in regards to your mention of biocentrism and the merging of conciousnesses. Will definately look into it thanks a bunch anon you are that dude

>>19082223
How can I be that dude, when you are THE dude? I wish you luck in your endevours anon, may you be enlightened with the multiverse and I hope you find a solution for the kid. Never give up and if you're ever in Pittsburgh iron city beer is on me. Go pens!

>>19082244
Thanks again anon, I would gladly drink a few cold ones with you but im stuck in Australia till I get a reasonable income haha godspeed

>>19082263
Godspeed straya and remember: never trust anything that bleeds for five days and stays alive (ahem women)

That's my story and I'm sticking to it, take care of yourself my man

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>>19070818
>Benevolent ayys visit earth
>Decide to test the empathy of humanity
>Fake car cash to see if humans will help its victim
>Anons uncle runs the ayyy over
>They leave never to return, never to share their technology and secrets of the universe with us.

He may have fucked us all

I'm post mine from last year.
>be 19
>be university student
>be raised catholic with occult curiosity
>be 'open minded' in a critical way
>major in history and polysci with /k/ /pol/ and /x/ leanings
>worstcombo.png
>first year on res, third year as student
>noguns, strict uni weapon policy
>halfway into first semester
>come back from food one day
>cant unlock door
>whydothisagaindoor.jpg
>first time completely refusing to unlock though
>call a student officer
>guy is huge, i'm 140lbs he's at least 240lbs muscle same height
>forces luck
>you're lucky anon, i only *just managed to get this open
>this was jammed pretty damn good anon. who has access to this lock?
>well, do they hate you anon?
>instantly think of that one guy
>university guy tells me how to get the door properly checked by a maintained guy
>he leaves
>anon gets crafty, deciding that curse writing is a good idea
>decides to employ some text from the corpus hermeticum to write a curse with against the fucker that tampered with my door
>3 days later
>shits been going on in the dorm
>its 4 beds 2 baths with a kitchen shared in the middle
>2 beds and 1 bath on opposite sides of this middle
>ive been feeling a strange presence in the kitchen
>glass bottles have been broken, only could have been thrown
>iknowitwasntus.png
>even my girlfriend could feel it
>she saw an unnatural reflection in the glass behind her
>she didn't know what it meant but I did
>accidental scrying?
>so the guy i shared a wall with was my best friends for 2 years already
>russian/german ethnic
>he and the former muslim guy from the other side walk into my room
>im known as a good party host, but dont bullshit me m9
>know martial arts from the old texts and manuals
>they even think what they wanna say is bullshit
>i press them to anyways, promising not to hit them for being retarded/trying to pull another prank
>they felt it too
>i fess up to the curse writing
>kept the written paper in my room beside my desktop 1/?

>>19082442
1/2?
>he recognizes the quote from the corpus hermeticum, being /xpol/ himself
>both of us are good writers, the stuff i freelanced itself used the quote rather effectively
>thatlook.jpg
>the former muslim thinks i summoned a jinn
>third guy is scared af
>the three of us agree to conscript some atheists and agnostic people to accompany us when we go to destroy it
>we don't tell them why we're going out there, they just thing its a walk with friends
>we stop a decent distance away
>rule 1 - always destroy this shit as far away from home as reasonably possible
>crumple the paper up
>there's at least us 3+4 standing in a circleish
>try to lighter this crumpled nightmare up into flame
>i burn this exact kind of paper rather frequently
>it should catch quickly, but its... not
>thepaperresiststheflame.png
>short moment, and the flame FINALLY starts to burn
>rain immediately begins, very light
>the more the paper burns, the heavier the rainfall
>me and rusbro know whats up, this isnt natural rain
>this rain be thiccccc
>rus and i be saying Russian Orthodox and Catholic prayers
>Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against the wickedness...
>rusbro be talking russian
>paper is 95% burnt, fuck this we're out
>we're all scared shitless
>we get back completely soaked as if we jumped in a pool
>wasn't supposed to rain at all
>check with guys that live in the city, they didnt get any rain
>campus is less than 0.5km from city
>wtf.jpg
>spoopy shit in the dorm stops happening

>2 AM
>in bed, dark
>play Rap God on phone
>growling voice in corner
>"You fags think its all a game, till I wocka flocka flame"
>tfw skinwalker is singing eminem

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>>19082591
This reminds me of a story

>Visiting my friend at his Mums house in Melbourne, lets call this friend Matt
>His mum owns a cat
>Cats name is Shitlips
>Friends brother comes over one day, lets call him Anthony
>Anthony tries to get a rise out of me cause Im usually quiet
>Takes shitlips by the back leg and starts to play around with it
>Cat doesn't give a shit, thing is basically dead as it is
>I also dont give a shit
>Me and aforementioned friend leave Anthony to his cat teasing, which has quickly escalated to back and forth hissing
>Drive to Matts house to discover 2 of our other friends are there unexpectedly waiting for us.
>Matts roomate's let them in.
>Right as one of these friends is taking a huge fucking bong rip, in walks the landlord, on a fucking Saturday
>"Just came to get my drivers- What the"
>Bong rip is exhaled right in the landlords face
>Hyena-like laughing and an obviously irate landlord ensues
>Casually hightail it the fuck out of there whilst also casually rolling a few joints as we walk out
>Dont-give-a-fuck levels are through the roof as we haven't seen these two guys in years
>Proceed to hotbox the car with the front window slightly open whilst driving down through the Melbourne CBD
>Get pulled over
>Matt tells cops its cig smoke whilst donning the biggest fucking shit eating grin this side of Footscray
>Cop tells us to put the window down more and lets us off with a warning
>Laugh our asses off all the way back to Matts Mums house
>The minute we pull up in the driveway we see this ball of fur fly over the fence
>THUMP onto the roof of the car
>Get out of car to inspect said THUMP
>Anthony and shitlips shenanigans escalated to a less than friendly game of backyard cricket
>MFW somehow this is all connected

>>19070577
How the fuck you gonna eat somebody without any teeth, dumbass?

>>19081315

I'll post some more later tonight, got tons of stories

>>19070539
Tl;dr?

Anyone have that story where some anon had to house sit for a week and always found the doors open at random times? He never saw anything but it was just like a diary entry that always had spooky happenings like dogs freaking out and finding the back door open.

>>19082140
Lemme guess she was black

>>19085661

Cant seem to find it but ill keep looking

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This was posted here a few days ago. I cap'd it

>>19085830
>will post pics when i return home
where are those pics homie

>>19085838
you'd think after a decade of lurking I'd be better at this. I dropped the ball, sorry

does anyone have screencap of /k/omando camping in Nevada, near abandoned military complex, shooting skinwalker (or what seemed to be) and taking samples of creatures blood which turned out to be some weird chimaera, when his friend did DNA analysis and was then visited by men in black?

>>19078553


These are really atmospheric. Thanks for sharing, anon.

>>19070121
I got robbed like this in Miami leaving a nightclub. I stopped because I saw a white girl laying flat on a back road. Never going to Miami again.

>>19070549
>I hope that anon is allright :c

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>>19085897
This one?

I actually have two stories to tell, one paranormal and one not.

The non-paranormal one happened around 10 years ago, so it's a bit harder to recall, but the paranormal one happened to me 5 years ago.

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Requesting : The weightlifter who wasn't accepting his haunting, it's a funny one that I wanted to show some people. Cheers

>>19081711
Skinwalker maybe?

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>>19087108
I think this is the one

>>19086965
so whats the story

>>19076081
perhaps the scariest part of this story is that his grandma was on a date

>>19087214
YEaaa that's it. Thanks a lot

>>19086965
>>19087254
Here's the story of my one and only paranormal experience:
>be 16 at the time
>hanging out at my friend's house, let's call him Ryan
>Ryan and I had been friends since 7th grade, so we were pretty close, and I'd often spend the night at his place
>he lives with his aunt because of family issues, but that's besides the point.
>his cousins would always tell me the freaky shit they'd experienced while in the house
>for example, the older cousin, who we'll call Nicole, heard someone shout her name while no one was home, and their dogs often freak out and bark while staring at a certain corner in the living room.
>Ryan has never experience anything paranormal in the 5 years he's lived there, but Ryan is a lot less /x/ than I am, and prefers to explain things away with reasoning.

Anyways, back to the story.

>it's about 1:00, so we decide to turn off the xbox and sleep out in the living room
>I ended up sleeping on the couch that was closest to THAT corner
>I was a little anxious going to sleep, but I eventually ended up passing out.
>I woke up a little while later, I don't exactly remember the time.
>I don't remember why I woke up, but I laid back down to try to fall back asleep.
>as I almost fall asleep, I begin to feel someone stroking my hair
>it's like someone with cold, clammy hands is running their fingers down my head
>I immediately shoot up and try to swat the hand away, but there wasn't anyone there
>Proceed to tactically shit myself and spend the rest of the night with a lamp on
>Ryan gets pissed the next morning that I left a light on, but whatever.

And that's my story. I know it's not as spooky as the rest of the shit on this board, but it happened, and it left me pretty spooked.

>>19076081
delete this that ending is spoopy as

>>19087108
sounds like a demon to me

>>19077161
>>19077155
>>19077149
interesting but i cant tell what the fuck is going on?

>>19087214
Its eternal, this one.

>>19077274
in giant text on the last image it says what I said

>>19078540
>>19078549
>>19078553
One of my favourites. Wish there were more of them.

i have some oc, been going through some repressed memories
>in elementary, 4th or 5th cant remember
>watching ghost hunters, around 7-8 at night
>toospooky.png
>mom tells me its time for bed so i get up and head down to my room
>i pass by our office and i notice something out the corner of my eye
>i turn and for a split second everything kinda just stops
>i see a someone dressed in a pink bath robe and pink slippers, i think its a her but i cant tell, but then i notice her face or her lack of
>its not that i got a good look at it, but there was enough light that i could see that there wasnt a face, more like skin covering the bone structure
>then i notice shes not touching the ground, just in the middle of the room
>looking at me
>i cant move i cant breath i cant think all i feel is just the look, like a rabbit
>it starts moving toward me
>fast
>i fucking panic and sprint
>sprint as fast as my fucking legs can carry me
>i get in my room, turn on all the fucking lights, get my nerf pistol, and sit on my bed looking at the door
>i try calling my mom but she cant hear me, ill get to that later
>im trying to think what to do, if i run it'll be out there but if i dont it might come to me

more?

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>>19087746
this is kinda what she/it looked like, btw im really bad at drawing but holyshit just looking at this puts me on edge, this is the reason i hate semi well lit rooms, because im afriad ill see something

>>19087865
>>19087746
interesting, more more

>>19077024
>in the military

Gravy, chair force, and coat guards don't actually count as military.

>>19087928
say no more, ive been wanting to share with /x/ for awhile but been too lurker

>so im stuck with the scary choice of charging past the fucking thing again or staying put with my trusty nerf gun at age 10ish
>fuckit, im safest with mom, she'll beat its ass
> i slowly get up to my door and check the back hallway
>clear
>we have a window for some reason in that hallway looking into the office
> i look inside it, i dont see anything in there, it musta flown off or whatever the fuck ghosts do
> i get ready to run to safety in my brothers room where my mom is
> gofuckergo
> as soon as i get past that door, for whatever reason, probably because of that check both ways before crossing the street shit, i look inside the room again
>its right fucking there, at the entrance of the door
>time stops again, mid step, im looking at it, feeling that stare
> literally shaking like a pussy right now thinking about it
> run past it like fucking road runner
>get to my brothers room finally, not even checking behind me if that fucking thing is following me
>"MOM, THERES SOMETHING IN THE H-"
>"SHUT THE FUCK UP ANON, IM TRYING TO KEEP YOUR BROTHER FROM DIEING"

quick backstory, my brother has some weird heart condition where fluid fills his pericardial sac (heart sac) and makes it extremely difficult for his heart to essentially pump, doctors cant do shit about it except make him comfortable and monitor him. he pretty much turns blue due to the lack of blood flow. back to the story

>my mom is trying to help him breath, and try and fall asleep at the same time
>im fucking hysterical trying to get her to protect me
> she finally sets my bro back in bed and follows me to the office
>fuckme there's nothing there
>"im telling you someone was in here, they had a pink robe and everything"
>"you need to stop watching those fucking ghost hunter shows before you go to bed"

i have more encounters in that house, with the same fucking ghost/thing if your interested

I've told this story here before, years ago, also called it in during a MITD show. Heather was hosting and I was very drunk (took Art's advice of a two drink minimum) so I kind of fucked it up, but I'll tell it again

Happened to my dad, so I'll tell it from his perspective

>be marine in the early-mid 1980's
>stationed in palm springs
>have a roommate who's a devout christfag, kind of wacky but we get along
>late one night something wakes me up, sounds like it's coming from the doorway
>look over, two officers are standing just outside the door just looking at me
>obviously something's up so i invite them in
>they don't say anything, just start laughing
>they keep laughing and for some reason i just wanted to fight them, so i rushed the door
>nobody's there. Look up and down the hallway, it's empty
>figure i must have dreamt it, or been imagining things, go back to sleep
>next day my roommate is really quiet and finally tells me he saw what i did the night before
>tell him I thought i dreamt it and that the officers were assholes
>roomie goes pale, says the officers had lions heads, that they were demons, and he saw me chase them away

I think I fudged the details a bit, he told me this story almost twenty years ago and he and I don't share a very healthy relationship so I haven't talked to him in the past few years to get the story again. He doesn't like telling it anyhow.

But I did some research around the first time I told this story here, and came up with info related to lower ranking demons who fit the description (soldiers/army officers with lions heads).

Kinda spooped me.

>>19088239
why some people are more receptive with this kind of shit? does it haves to do with the eyes?

>>19076096
Mine gott I hate that shit. Got me pretty good

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>>19087523
I realize I may have left some things out or just couldn't describe it proper, but I'll try to give you the facts as I know them.

>The Unicorn Salesman
He had previously spoken to the owner of the receipt (which I pilfered from someone's pocket and I don't even know who) over the phone, this much I understood when he spoke to us and raised his rifle. I honestly thought we were as good as dead when he aimed his rifle at us. I literally hoped he'd shoot my brother first because it looked like a single bullet bolt action and I felt it'd give me enough time to get to the car. I'm glad we didn't get shot, but it wasn't the weirdest thing that day so I tend to forget how intense that was.

>The Unicorn
It's very hard to explain what this felt like "seeing" it. Based on what my brother had reacted to all of this I kinda garnered that he saw something as a kid, but couldn't remember it, but just because he couldn't picture it in his memory, but knew it happened. The best example I can give is when you try to picture that person in a dream but they didn't ever really have a face or spoke; but they had the impression of a face and voice.

The first time I looked in that window, there's just a spot in my memory that is just gone. The one example I can give is when I had to go under anesthetic gas for a surgery. They started the gas and before I was done counting to ten I woke up with a bit of pain.

This was like that, but instead I kinda just blinked and all the sudden I was driving home with my brother and the memory of... something. Living, breathing... thing that I remember as vaguely equine in nature. I knew this had happened, but could draw no memories from it. So, I basically didn't see anything, but I just knew what happened was real.

>My Brother's Second Meeting with a Unicorn
So, that was my first sighting, but my brother saw his first "unicorn" earlier in his life so when he encountered it later there was a lot more to remember.

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>>19088446
>My Brother's Second Meeting with a Unicorn (cont.) So, my brother truly saw it without this weird memory wipe. Apparently I was conscious between blacking out while I looked in the window and coming to in the passenger seat. And my brother implied I spoke as well. Now, the other part is that the only reason I came to was because the "unicorn" escaped and so I was no longer under it's "spell" My brother said that while we were trying to corral it I spoke, moved cognitively and seemed to see and know where this creature was, but I still remember nothing. And lastly on this part, my brother remembers it all and just felt like the thing innately didn't like me.

>My Second Unicorn Sighting (and the ones since)
It was in my back yard, garden for you lovable brits. It just stared at me and I saw it. It was just weird looking. It's so hard to explain because none of its features seem to relate to anything on earth. It has this sort of, telepathy, but there's no words. It's just like complete dread feeling, and a feeling like you know someone is upset with you, but hasn't confronted you about it.

I've been visited by this thing three nights now. The first time it just flashed out of existence when I turned on the light. The second time I tried to ignore it and eventually it wasn't there. Third and last time I tried taking a picture on my phone and there's nothing that comes up. Not even in the viewfinder before you take the picture. I call it a unicorn and I still feel like that doesn't begin to describe it, but I'm pretty sure it's just what my brother called it as a kid because he liked unicorns.

I hope that I've explained enough to help you, if you have any more specific questions I'll keep an eye out on this thread.

tl;dr for update I saw the "unicorn" again, but it literally doesn't seem like an actual flesh and blood creature just because of how it literally just seems to blink out of existence. I really hope this isn't just schizophrenia setting it.

>>19088460
>I really hope this isn't just schizophrenia setting it.
Actually, scratch that. I actually think that may be preferable.

>>19070562
>unironically reposting shitty stories

>>19087978
Yes im really interested

>>19088351
Im starting to think the ability to experiance the supernatural is almost somewhat based on ethnic origin. For example all of my native american friends see things while I dont. I think some people are still receptive but not as receptive as others.

>>19086820
Yes, Tnx.

>>19088608
In my experience it's not like that. Paranormal stuff happens to me and my friends is usually whitnessed by some but not others amd it kind of switches off. Though, despite most people say I'm the esp ghost detector ir whatever because poltergeist shit happens when they're with me in places and yeah sure there's noises, wind gusts opening doors, cold spots and big fluxes from the EKG (did you know those go nuts around smart phones? If bluetooth is on or you're in the middle of recieving or sending a text or call)

I don't believe in ghosts. At least not in the traditional sense. I don't believe ghosts are lost souls or anything like that. I have a pretty lengthy and crackpot theories about humanoid ghost apparition are crazier than dead people spirits. Though, sometimes I feel like poltergeists are unrelated to ghosts and just some kind of entity that is some kind of formless creature that can express emotion (usually anger) and even move things. Regardless, I barely ever see shit, yet I'm the "magic magnet" for my group who see tons of shit.

>>19088795
Im the opposite, anywhere I go haunted stuff never happens. For example my best friends house was very active. The former owners daughter was wiccan and it was also build on or close to a native american burial. They would see things pretty often and though out the years of me going there not one thing happened. This is not the only case but it seems to be a reoccuring thing for me. I hands down do think that native americans have some odd connection to spirituality that others dont necessarily have. Obviously a lot of people do but indians seem to have it a lot more than average people. That ir they are lying. I dont know anymore, I just have to take you and people at their word because I have never experiance anything ever.

>>19088841
To be honest I find it refreshing that you're a believer and still haven't seen anything. I am very cynical even on the shit I do see with my own eyes, but my friends are like hardcore believers and I still feel like most of the things they saw they only saw because they wanted to and they end up making mountains out of mole hills and their delusions circle jerk everyone else's and all the sudden they were visited by aliens. One specific friend basically seems to have sleep paralysis, I know the symptoms, I have them too. The problem is that despite everything he says happens sounds just like sleep paralysis he's convinced he being abducted weekly and just won't listen to reason about how his change in eating habits (to lose weight) can be triggers for sleep paralysis and that he sees the same aliens because when he's not sleeping all he's doing is freaking out over alien videos, accounts, and fictional media so no shit his brain is gonna show some spooky greys in his nightmares.

>>19088460
so your brother bought it and brought it home? does he still have it? wtf is going on this story goddamn I dont understand anything
and what the fuck does juggling mean

>>19079091
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2017/05/30/texas-mans-monster-frog-catch-goes-viral.html

Haven't u seen the giant frog that was just catched?

>>19088592
cool,

>be in 5th grade
>makin breakfast about 5
>gotta play dem vidya
>datpoptart.jpg
>i turn around and theres this dude standing in the same doorway
>greyish overalls, floating, oh god not again
>the face
>i can feel it staring at me
>almost piss myself
>it very abruptly slides to the right of the door frame, out of sight
>i bolt to my moms room
>open the door to get my protection
>"MO-"
> see my mom buttnaked riding her boyfriend
>just as quickly close the door without making a sound
>completely forget about ghost and walk to my room without food
>look through that window into the office, suddenly see both pink ghost and the grey ghost
>but the grey ghost isnt staring at me, its staring at the pink one
>pink one is staring at me
>the lack of eyes still confuse me as to how i know it was looking at me
>i blink and they are gone, nope straight into my room and sit on my bed

i missed the bus that morning because i refused to leave my room. i was actually talking to my granny about the house last night and she said the previous owners couldn't have children and died in that house so maybe the pink one was coming after me cuz i was a kid. she also said my bloodline has a pretty strong affinity to seeing spirits but sometimes i think she makes that shit up. i never did see them ghosts again but holy shit i didnt realize at the time

>>19088877
i have a theory. my great grandfather was a well witcher. a pretty famous one in kansas too with the farmers until he started going crazy. he has a certain magnet charge where he can find where water is the highest and that got me thinking, what if, by varying degrees, we are all differently magnetically charged. there are certain people who can tell where the longitude and latitude lines meet without a map. my great grandfather and my grandmother cant have electric powered watches because they die after a week because the battery is drained. by that same idea, what if there are degrees of being magnetically charged that draw "spirits" out toward you.

>>19089550
i didn't realize at the time that i masturbated in that same room without remembering there were fucking ghosts in there

>>19070824

haven't seen this one before. the spook isn't doing too much for me, but i like the scenario.

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Spoopiest.

Australia is fucked up, the British knew damn well why to make prison colony out of that place

>>19070143
this is such a vanilla string of cliches I don't know why I read past the first 5 sentences.

I've got a few stories to share but i'm at work and on my cellphone so i'll give you the gist of some:

>grew up on small secluded street smack dab in the middle of three cities
>all of the original houses were hand built by their original owners in the 40s or 50s
>my house was number 1, my grandparents were next door, and next door to them was my best friend's place
>best friend's house was built by my grandfather (a german immigrant) and his friend (a high ranking ex luftwaffe officer in hiding)
>we knew him as Mr. Werner but that wasnt his real name
>i digress
>winter around 2002
>myself and my friend were riding our bicycles during a snowstorm because why not
>riding past Werners old house
>friends parents must be doing laundry because steam is coming from a dryer vent
>steam and snow start mixing in the wind
>takes the form of an old man wearing what looks like a southwester hat
>just standing there staring at me
>i promptly fall off of my bike and the guy is gone

Some years later

>friends parents are renovating/landscaping
>they dig up a concrete walkway around the edge of the house which borders my grandparents place
>they find bones mixed in with the concrete
>my grandfather helped to build the house so he must know wtf this is
>friend and i go to him
>grandad why are there bones in the concrete?
>he just laughs at us and says "There arent any bones in there"
>and that was the end of it, friend's brother found the box of bones and threw in the trash cause he thought it was garbage

>>19089862

Me again.

>around 8 years old this time
>stressful time in my life - parents were divorcing, i was molested by my aunt
>shit was lit
>anyways
>id frequently hear this groaning sound from the crawlspace/attic in our house
>only late at night and i was the only one who ever heard it apparently
>freaked me out so id go sleep with mom
>woke up around 2-3am in moms bed
>except i wasnt in moms bed
>i was floating 5' above it
>when i finally realised what was happening i fell and bounced on the bed
>mom woke up and cursed me out for jumping on the bed
>i tried to explain to her what the fuck just took place but she wasnt having it
>i brought this up with her last year and she didnt remember it

>>19089903

And another:

>around the same timeframe as the last story
>between 7-8
>wake up around 1am in my room
>get out of bed, open my door, take a left and walk down a set of stairs, take another left and stand at the top of another set of stairs
>dont ask me why
>at the bottom of these stairs is two doors, one on the right wall leading to a rec room, the other at the bottom of the stairs which leads to our back door
>i just stand at the top of these stairs for what feels like 30 seconds
>the door on the right opens slowly
>a light shines through the door and fills the area
>an arm slowly protrudes from the doorway and beckons me to come closer
>i think the most unsettling part of this was what the arm looked like
>imagine the wooden marionettes from the Robax commercials
>i stand there for what feels like 15 minutes watching this thing wave me over
>i feel kind of nervous but im more confused or mesmerized than anything
>i hear a noise from the hallway above where the bedrooms are
>mom asks me what the fuck im doing up by myself at 7 in the morning
>i look back down the stairs
>nothing is there and the door is closed

>>19081387
shut the hell up

>>19077161

... if you'd asked me yesterday, i would not have believed anyone could write a halfway decent and even halfway creepy pasta about unicorns. very well done, anon.

>>19088795
Share your theories on ghosts, they sound neat

>>19081170
screencap both parts of his tale, gents

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>>19082320
OHSHI-

>>19083877

Sorry about last night, got wrapped up with something

Anyway here's one

> Summer time, freshman year
> raining outside so I'm inside playing vidya
> Door opens
> It's my dad
> Little weird, he never usually comes home during the day, always busy at work
> He looks at me with a weird expression on his face, like he's shocked to see me
> "anon...?"
> "Uh hey dad what are you doing home"
> "I took the day off from work. Do you want to go minigolfing when the rain clears up?"
> "Uh sure dad"
> He goes to his room, I continue playing vidya
> An hour or so later, rain clears up
> I get up to go fetch him
> He's nowhere in the house
> Look outside, his car isn't in the driveway
> huh
> figure work must have called him back in
> Later that night, dad comes home
> Ask him what was up with leaving that afternoon
> Looks at me like I'm on drugs
> "I never came home this afternoon"
> Uh, okay
> play it off, "Oh I must have dreamed it during a nap or something"

>>19090979

And another

> had a cat when I was younger
> thing was an absolute ninja
> would find ways outside when all doors were closed
> find ways inside when all doors were closed
> find ways into the wall
> For some reason dad never got it neutered like the other cats we had
> gets pregnant, 3 kittens
> absolutely adorable
> One little tortoiseshell kitten really seems to like me, name her Spooky
> Want to keep them, but dad says no we have enough cats
> "Don't worry, I'll bring them into work, people there will want them"
> One night a few weeks after all kittens had been adopted
> wake up to tiny mew in my room
> Look to my right, it's Spooky on the floor of my room
> How in the hell
> As I'm watching her, she walks right through my fucking wall
> What the fuck
> I'm sitting there wondering if I just hallucinated this
> As I'm looking at the wall, man wearing a weird orange suit pokes his head THROUGH MY WALL
> only his face and upper body visible
> Backs out like he doesn't even see me
> I'm freaking the fuck out
> Awake all night
> in the morning rationalize to myself it must have been a dream
> However, for the next few months, every once in a while I'd hear a tiny little "mew" and sometimes see Spooky, whether I was outside or in my room
> Never again the guy in the orange suit, though

>>19090999
Could You describe the orange suit man? , it all sounds familiar as if it happened to me

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>>19070115
Might be a bit late but I have it, the one with the cool granpa?

>>19091140
The orange suit itself looked like it was some sort of synthetic tarp material, kind of. The man himself had long dirty-blond hair and pretty intense eyes, looked like he was kind of pissed off

>>19091205
>smack dab
Was it like a hazmat suit?

Does anyone have the greentext of the anon being chased to his house by a butcher?

>>19091205
>God fucking damn it
>where the hell
>fuck
>where the hell did the cat go?
>oh
>oh okay
>yeah, through a wall
>cocksucker
>get back here
>come-
>c'mere
>Jesus Christ I can't believe you
>through a wall
>through a goddamn wall
>fucking cat
>for fuck's sake

>>19081711
>barefoot
>bigger than normal feet
>yells like a chimpanzee
>lives in woods
geeee idunno, maybe it was bigfoot?

>>19089903
Was you aunt attractive at least?

>>19090999
Your dad killed those kittens, anon. Just hope you realize that.

>>19091550
nah I know at least one of them he actually did give to a worker because I saw it at some christmas party thing a few years later

>>19091226

I dunno if it was a hazmat suit, but he didn't have anything covering his face or anything

>>19090999
>>19091140

I have had an experience with this orange suit thing you guys are talking about. My one looked like a used car salesman almost. Light brown hair...light eyes..tannish skin.

>>19077024
Bullshit. In the Marines you spend every minute saying "0800" and "IED" and choosing your words exactly or else you get ass chewed. Once you get out that habit doesn't just disappear right away. Maybe the National Guard isn't that hard on you, but other branches you definately learn to use that terminology.

>>19083088
Exactly what I thought

>>19082140
There's nothing weird about preferring coke.

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>>19070818
made this
hopefully it works properly

>tfw the weirdest thing I can remember is hearing the Hum at night a ton.

>>19078877
you should go investigating, so you could be the fuel of spooks for other kids
in other words, you're going to get your ass killed bro

>>19084678
>Marine anon in Afghanistan investigates a weird as building with people all mutilated and shit.
>Government types show up and tell them to leave because of "chemical weapons"
>Anon gets sent to a different base to get cleaned off and whatnot
>Everything doesn't quite add up.

>>19076081
Reminds me of Balloons from Penpal

>>19070034
Hey that's my story

>>19092218
Spooky man, the only think I could think is that it was people trying to rob you wearing a disguise

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>>19070037
Russia is magical, "what comrade? There paranormal shit, well shoot it with bullets"

Anyone have that greentext of the anon who laid still in his bed while an ayy laid with him and ended up having sex with it?

>>19092639
I want it too, that sounds out of this world

>>19089257
Not that guy, but the story seems to say that the unicorn escaped while they were driving home, but the lack of care about the amount lost (especially since this was apparently ten years ago) is kind of a clear indication of the falsity of this story, but like who cares if it's real. Have you ever seen a greentext about unicorns? No? Then who cares because we finally got a story that's not about skinwalkers.

Also, juggling is when you continuously toss and catch a number of objects so that at least one is in the air at all times while the other two are handled. It's an age old form of entertainment. That said, it has been around so long that no body cares. Modern jugglers don't get much recognition since everyone has seen so many jugglers that they don't care about them, because once you've seen someone juggle it is mostly just the same thing over and over again. So, since the juggler really has no pull of money for the carnival and probably never even have a tent or even show for their skill. Thus, jugglers (with their dexterous hands) just walk around carnivals pickpocketing.

>>19090192
Shortest version possible:
Parallel dimension intersection "glitches".

I put glitches in quotes because I do not believe in a "matrix existence" either. It is simply the best word for it.

A person is alive in one universe, but not in another. So, a person in the parallel universe is still walking around late at night to get a snack, or have an argument with the family that used to live there (or is there, without them) and sometimes the dimensions are super close and they overlap a little. This overlap is what causes a see through apparition as a sort of after-image of the other dimension. Books being tossed around and tables banging are just cases of this dimensional overlap but instead of visuals you get kinetic energy from the other dimension too.

Last thought:
>ghosts move through walls
>there's an open doorway in the other dimension

>>19070307
Drunk dream, pay no mind to it; it'll happen if you go to bed drunk, so try not to go to bed drunk.

>>19092952
>people from hundreds of years ago are still alive in an alternate timeline

Really transmits the neurotransmitters

>>19093013
>multiple people recall that they are reincarnations of people from hundreds of years ago all of which are famous

"Ooh, yah! We got 'cher haunted house that also happens to be tha same hoose from that really popular murder happened in."

or even

"Lincoln lives in the white house as a ghost."

Something large and famous will always be popular. Some may have had this same effect happen to them a little after the death of the figure or so on, but then when they become famous haunts there's less of it /because/ the person has long been dead. It could why proof is hard to find since everyone is going to haunted houses expecting to see full body apparitions and heavy poltergeist activity but that "ghost" has been dead for years, no the only glitches you'd experience there would be other people who have the same idea as you, but in another dimension or just kids exploring the abandoned hospital you also happen to be exploring. "That sound of children laughing and dancing around happened to be heard."

It's just my opinion and I'm not trying to sell it as fact. No need to be an ass about it.

Also, sorry about the whole quote up there, I may be watching too much Fargo.

>>19077724
R u me? On my off days when I can relax and try to sleep I sometimes I have to force myself out of bed almost throwing myself out of bed from the paralysis sometimes.

>>19070567
You sure it was part of an actual human skull and not just a farm animal

>>19070549
early stage schizophrenia?
some sort of brain tumour that's fucking with the part of the brain that stores memories/processes events?

>>19078830
barrel sounds like that weird tunnel in slenderman game where a page was

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>>19070572

>bottom of SpookyGhostGirl.jpeg clearly cuts off

good photo editing 10/10

>>19070549
This.
This is my worst fear, worse than anything fucking else, having my entire world crash down around me and have myself slowly driving to insanity.

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i dont believe i saw this one posted yet

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>>19069970
>Be me, 16 year old normal highschool kid
>occasionally dablle in the occult for shits and giggles
>decide one night to do something extraordinarily stupid
>have old book, lots of hebrew writing and shit, has some diagrams and a picture of a snake
>cantreadthisshit.png

>find a symbol, appears to be simple. dunno what it does. requires blood though, and my house had a snake problem at the time
>shows an animal in the middle, knife in it. animal in book appears to be frog. I have garden snake
>obtain snake, draw symbol. there's no words to say, that I can discern.
>snake was already dead - proceeded to cut it open and use blood and leave snake corpse in circle.

Important to note, I did this in the basement of my mothers house, being in high school and all. At the time,
I lived upstairs and the basement wasn't finished yet. I've lost the book I used in the years since, but the picture
is essentially what I drew - red indicates smears of blood, snake at the bottom

>ritual complete? I don't fucking know, I'm not a jewish mystic.

>>19093286
>cont.
>oivei.brnt
>I think nothing further of it, kind of wipe it away and toss the dead snek out
>of slight concern, think mother might find dead snake
>bury it in the garbage at the bottom
>mission complete. sleep time.

That's it for a while. Nothing big or really interesting happens. In the same corner of the
basement, a light bulb shattered once, and I always got the creeps hanging out down there. I knew what I had done,
but even when friends came over with no knowledge of this, they'd have weird dreams if they slept near that wall.

About a year later, we finish the basement and put down carpet and make a few rooms. I take the room in the corner as my new bedroom.
Living in moms basement is the life, y'know.

>new room, new furniture. smells like carpet glue.
>put bed on far wall, not really thinking much of previous years explots in occult jewishisms.
>pass the fuck out, long day of moving shit down stairs and organzing my new domain
>Terrifying dream - I was chained in place against a wall and I couldn't really see. Bright white or yellow lights
came down on my fairly harsh, and I had a throbbing headache.
>I could see myself from the outside, and there was this massive blue and white maggot burrowing in to my flesh with all of it's legs
>my torso, left side of face and top of my head were agonizing
>wake up. pain persists. Almost blinding pain, stumble to bathroom, turn on shower, stand in hot water for 45m.

>>19093286
.cont

This alleviated the horrible pain after a while, but I couldn't go back to sleep. The image
was terrifying. My bed was in the same corner I had made my summoning circle. In the following years, I would
intermittently move back home for a few months and then get on my own again. The room was rented out when
I wasn't there. Several people, including friends fallen on hard times stayed there, and at some point
their bed was in that corner. Every single one reported terrifying nightmares and unsettled feeling when alone in that room.

The only manifestation I ever had was a bit... intense. To preface this, my father does pipe work for plumbing and A\C units, and has access to a thermal camera.
I figure these are fun to fuck with, because why not. Important a bit later in story though.


>Came home for the summer, chillin' upstairs. House is a split level, basement stairs
just off the living room, going down to now-finished basement. My room on the left of stairs,
laundry room to the right.
>Watching TV, perfectly normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary, just eating chips and chillin.
>Front door is open, single-pane glass screen door is closed so I can get some sun without getting some bugs.
>No warning. No pressure drop or differential. No temperature difference (AC was not on) from inside to outside,

>Whole door shatters. It doesn't break like someone threw something. It doesn't crack and then fall out. It shatters outwards in a million tiny pieces.
>Freak the fuck out, assume I've been shot at, and eat shit behind the couch.
>Realize I'm not being shot. Get up. View carnage of door.

To this day I'm not sure what would cause that kind of perfect breakage. Not a single piece was left in the door, and the glass
was thrown clear out in to the yard. To provide context here, the porch is about six feet wide, and then the drive way, and then the yard.

It blew it out a ways.

>>19093286
.cont

2+2 clicks, and I assume that maybe the dumb shit I did last year worked. I grab the thermal cam from my dads' tool bag and turn it on.

>Point at the door - Nothing out of the normal. Handle's a bit warm. Frame is a dull yellow because it's in direct sun. Everything else blue or purple as usual. Fine.
>Aim at the stairs. Holy fuck. Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
>Neon red\dark orange hand prints on the wall, and up the railing on the stairs.
>Best part, also hand prints on the cieling above the stairs, like maybe four arms and four hands? Dunno
>They all had six fingers, and the prints were thin and spindly, like bones with claws on the tip.
>No sign of foot prints. Just these six fucked up hand prints.

So I'm guessing whatever I fucked up and put out in the world escaped my house through the front door. It was terrifying.
My mother still lives there, and occasionally experiences weird shit. I moved out and stayed out ASAP.

why do you retards always make the stories longer than they have to be

>on my way to spook I farted
>then fapped, giggle haha xD
>btw it was cold

just tell the fucking story, ain't nobody got time for your faggotry you jobless niggers

>>19093320
Atmosphere you fucking idiot, they're setting the mood, getting you involved, roping you in whatever. It's all to get the reader as immersed as possible so they can connect to the story better and get extra spooked and that way the story will be more memorable.

>>19089575

my mom always said she couldn't wear mechanical watches because they would break or start running backwards, but she could wear digital watches and nothing happened. she joked about having "magnetic blood".

... i ought to bloody make her prove it, now that i think about it. seems like a big deal.

>>19077131
Your last name Goldson by any chance?

>>19093855
No, but even if it were that's a hella common last name. I've known Goldsons, plural with no relation as far as I knew.

>>19093944
That post had something in particular that made me curious is all. Canadian?

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>>19087945
Hah, good one

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>>19077024
>M249 SAW
>Rifle
Ironic that you try to call out the anon for bullshit when you spew bullshit yourself

>>19093246
Fuck you and your image for ants.