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Speaker 1 (00:20):
I'm renting this house, which has been in my landlord
Nancy's family since it was built in nineteen twenty nine. Now,
the house has a lot of history, and Nancy has
shared stories about how it's been passed down through generations.
Nancy herself lives about one point five acres behind me
in her own home, which was built in the nineteen
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eighties on a piece of her family's land. She also
owns the house right next to mine, located on the corner,
which she rents out as well. The entire property is huge,
covering around thirty five acres, most of which is used
as a bean farm. The house we live in is
the original farmhouse for the Miller family here in northwestern Ohio.
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My husband, our two kids, our dog, and I moved
in on April first this year. It's a nice little
farmhouse with two bedrooms. Now. It still has the original
ship lap in the mudroom and the original woodwork around
the windows and along the floorboards, which adds to its charm.
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The newest part of the house is the garage, which
is made entirely of cinder blocks and is very simple.
I really love old houses with original details, and we've
been fixing it up a little. Nancy, our landlord is
currently facing a serious illness. I want her to focus
on her health and recovery instead of worrying about the
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house or minor issues like peeling paint on the doors. Now,
at first, everything about this place seemed completely normal. The
only small issue we had was with the well water,
but we quickly fixed that by installing a water softener.
Once that was sordid, we really enjoyed living here until
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one morning when things took a strange turn while I
was getting ready for school. I'm back in school now,
working on a degree in physical therapy. After having trouble
finding a job in my original field, early childhood education,
I decided it was time for a fresh start anyway.
So every morning I wake up at the same time,
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six am, and on this particular morning, my husband, who
was a police officer, had the day off. He decided
to let our kids sleep in with him instead of
me having to take them to the sitter's house. In
the dark, I was getting dressed in the living room
so I wouldn't wake my husband or my son, who
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likes to sleep in our bed by turning on the
lights in our room. That's when I saw it. The
door who my children's room was open, and I noticed
someone standing there, staring right at me. They were partly
hidden behind the doorframe, just enough that I couldn't see
their whole body. This person was taller than both of
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my kids, about a head taller, with messy, dirty blonde
curls that made them stand out. As I stood frozen watching,
they slowly pulled their head back behind the doorframe and disappeared.
Now the whole thing happened in just a few seconds.
For reference, my daughter's bed is pushed up against the wall,
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with the foot of her bed right near the doorframe.
This setup is how we managed to fit both twin
sized beds and their dressers into the same room. There's
not a lot of extra space, so seeing someone standing
there felt completely out of place and unsettling. There's no
way anyone could stand at the end of my daughter's
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bed and hide behind the door frame at the same time.
It's just not possible. So I ran into their room
right away, and my daughter was sound asleep at the
top of her bed, and both of them were tucked
in snugly under the blankets. Then I woke up my
husband and he could see right away that I was
really shaken up. He told me my pupils were huge
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and I was trembling. After I told my husband what
I saw, he went to check the room himself. When
he came back, he said there was no one there
and that I might have just imagined it. I said
he might be right, even so I know what I
saw now. This happened about two months ago, and the
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reason I'm sharing it now is because something strange happened
again tonight, but this time to my husband. He was
brushing my daughter's hair after her bath when he suddenly
saw a black shadow move across the doorway of the
children's room. It happened quickly, but it was clear enough
to make him shout for me right away. When I
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came into the room, I could see he was visibly shaken.
Goosebumps covered his arms and legs, and even our three
year old daughter noticed something was wrong. She looked up
at him and asked, who's in there, dad. Her innocent
question only made the moment feel even more unsettling. Later
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that night, as we were getting the kids ready for bed,
something strange happened again. A little Tyke's toy circus, which
was sitting on top of their toy box started going
off by itself. It wasn't just once. It happened several times,
even though no one had touched it. My husband called
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me from the bathroom to come see what was happening.
As I walked toward the toy it went off one
last time. None of their toys have ever gone off
on their own since we moved here, especially not this one.
It's a small toy circus that only plays music when
the little acrobat is on the tightrope and you have
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to lift one side to make him slide across. It
doesn't just turn on by itself. We plan to set
up cameras in the kids room and around the toy
area this weekend to see if we can figure out
what's going on. It's the only way we can try
to catch anything unusual happening. This house, built in nineteen
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twenty nine, has so much charm and history, but it
seems like it also came with a lot more than
we expected, definitely more than what was listed in the
rental agreement. I grew up in Ohio in the seventies,
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and my childhood friend Joe and I spend as much
time outside as we could. Joe lived on a farm
next to a big forest. My parents would drop me
off at his place in the mornings and we'd spend
the whole weekend in the woods. We'd only come out
when it was time for school. We loved pretending to
be explorers. We built shelters, set traps, tried to start
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fires with sticks, and did all kinds of outdoor stuff.
When we were in high school, we got the idea
to have an adventure like in the movie Stand by
Me that had just come out. We planned to walk
along the railroad tracks in the countryside, but instead of
looking for a dead body like in the movie, we
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wanted to find cool bridges to fish from and places
near the tracks to camp. And of course we knew
it was dangerous and probably not allowed, but we were
just kids. We had so much fun. We found beautiful rivers,
explored bridges no one else visited, went fishing, and even
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hid when trains passed by. And at night, we camped
in the woods near the tracks and made small fires
to stay hidden. But nothing bad ever happened to us.
After high school, Joe and I went our separate ways.
We both moved away, but stayed in touch and tried
to plan visits so we could see each other sometimes.
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One summer in the mid nineties, we were both back
in town for about a week. During the day, we
spent time with our families, and at night we either
went to a bar for drinks or sat outside Joe's
house by a fire talking about the old days. Then
one night Joe and I started talking about our old
stand by me trips, and before long we decided to
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take a day to walk the tracks, camped for one night,
and then head back home. When the day came, we
started early in the morning. My wife gave us a
ride and dropped us off at our old star spot
just outside our hometown. She thought we were crazy and
made sure to say so before she drove off. After
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she left, Joe suggested we try something different this time
and walk in the opposite direction to be more adventurous.
We knew the area well and had a map. We
didn't bring fishing gear, but we had some canned food
and other supplies. Before it got dark, we chose a
spot to camp. It was a thick forest with trees
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all around the train tracks, making it feel like we
were in a tunnel. We had small hammocks to sleep in,
but before setting them up, we decided to scout the
area a bit. This was something we used to do
back in the old days too. We would walk around
a bit to make sure we weren't accidentally camping in
someone's backyard. We walked about one hundred feet into the
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woods and up a small hill. We figured that if
we didn't see anything from the top of the hill,
it would be fine, But when we got to the top,
we noticed an old building down at the bottom, about
one hundred yards into the woods. It was hard to see,
but it was there. We both guessed it was probably
an old sugar shack or something, because there didn't seem
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to be a road leading to it. From where we stood,
it looked empty. Everything was quiet, no movement, no lights,
so we decided to walk a little closer to check
it out. We went down the hill slowly, and as
we got closer we realized it wasn't a sugar shack.
It was an old church. It looked like it had
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been abandoned for years. The building was small and sagging,
with wooden planks almost black from moss and rot. The
windows didn't have any glass, and there were no doors,
just open doorways. We got close enough to look inside
and saw rows of pews and a raise at the
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front where a preacher would stand. We didn't go all
the way in because we didn't want to. Other than that,
there was no sign of anyone around. There were no footprints, paths,
or roads, just an abandoned church. We left right away
and went back up the hill to the spot we
had picked for camping. Having the hill between us and
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the church made us feel a bit better, but we
still felt uneasy. We told ourselves it was just the
natural creepiness of seeing a church in the middle of
the woods. By then, it was getting dark, so we
decided to set up our hammocks, get some sleep, and
leave early in the morning. As night fell and we
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lay in our hammocks talking, we started to hear something
coming from the direction of the church. It sounds like
people singing, and it really did sound like singing. We
both got out of our hammocks quietly and crouched down,
trying to listen more closely. We listened for a minute
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or two, and the singing kept going, but it didn't
seem to get any louder. Finally, we decided to quietly
climb back up the hill to see if we could
figure out where the sound was coming from. From our
old adventures, we still knew how to move silently in
the woods. It felt natural to us. The moon was
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barely out, but it gave just enough light to keep
us from walking into a tree. Still, it was almost
completely dark. We didn't use flashlights as we quietly made
our way up the hill, and we didn't say a word.
When we reached the top, we saw a light in
the distance. It was coming from the church and the
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singing was coming from inside. Joe and I leaned in
close and whispered to each other, basically saying, can you
believe this? The light looked like it came from candles
because it flickered, but no matter how hard we tried,
we couldn't figure out what they were singing. It sounded
like church music, but in a different language. We sat
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and watched for a while, trying to see who was inside,
but we only saw shadows now and then. We didn't
plan to get any closer either. We were about a
football field away and wanted to keep it that way.
The singing went on for a bit and then it stopped.
After that, a loud male voice started chanting. I was
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already scared, but that voice really terrified me. It sounded
like an old preacher from a movie, but he was
speaking in a different language, so we couldn't understand a
single word. After a while, the man would say something,
and then a group of voices would answer by singing.
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This went on for a while, and then they all
started a long, loud wail that just kept getting louder
and louder. It was so loud and unsettling that I
covered my ears. Then it suddenly stopped. I was about
to say, let's get out of here, when Joe grabbed
my shoulder and whispered, they're coming out from where we were.
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We couldn't see them clearly, but we could make out
a line of people walking out of the open doorway,
holding hands in a single file. Some of them were
holding flashlights. They started singing again, and the flashlight beams
began moving toward us and the hill. We quickly ran
back to our campsite, grabbed our stuff, and headed straight
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for the tracks. Once we were on the tracks, we
ran in the direction we had come from. After a
few minutes, we stopped and looked back. We could see
lights coming down the hill. The lights were moving in
a strange, shaky way, like the people holding them were
waving them around. Eventually, the lights disappeared and we reached
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a From the map, we knew a small town was
about fifteen minutes away, so we walked there. When we
got to a twenty four hour gas station, we called
my wife to come pick us up. My wife and
our friends thought it was just kids playing around, but
I heard those voices and they definitely didn't sound like
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kids to me. I don't know who those people were,
but it was the creepiest thing that ever happened to
me in the woods. I've always been the kind of
person who pays close attention to everything around me. Ever
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since I was a little kid, I've been extremely shy,
which made me more of a listener and observer than
someone who speaks up. Often. I would sit quietly, watching
people and noticing things others might overlook, and over time
I realized this sensitivity also made me feel deeply connected
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to the unseen, almost as if I could sense when
something wasn't quite normal. Even though I feel connected to
the paranormal, I still choose to be skeptical about whether
it's real, at least until it comes to my own experiences.
The experience I'm about to share has stayed in my
mind for years and has been something I can't stop
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thinking about. If anyone has any idea about what this
could be, whether it's paranormal or not, I'd really appreciate
hearing your thoughts. So this happened during a summer trip
to my grandparents house when I was about twelve years old.
Their house was an old farmhouse built many years ago
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in the northeastern countryside of the United States. The house
always had a strange feeling to it, like it was
alive in some way, in the middle of a large
empty field, surrounded by thick woods that felt dark and
endless even during the day. I don't know much about
the history of the area or the house, except for
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my family's personal history, which I'll share later. My parents, siblings,
our dog, and I were staying in the house for
about a week, sleeping there each night. The house had
three floors, and I decided to sleep on the top
floor by myself. But something about the top floor was different.
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It felt colder, quieter, and once you passed the second
floor it was as if you'd entered a completely different house,
and the feeling of being alone up there was overwhelming,
so it almost impossible to relax, and I barely slept
at all during those nights. Still, I'm not sure how
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much of that was just me being young and easily scared.
One day, the whole family was outside having a backyard barbecue.
Everyone was laughing and enjoying their time together, but for
some reason, I went back inside for a moment. I
turned the corner toward the staircase, and at the bottom
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of the steps I saw my dog standing there. At first,
I felt relieved to see him, but then I noticed
something wasn't right. I called his name, expecting him to
perk up like he always did, but instead he turned
his head toward me very slowly. His face was completely blank,
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like he didn't recognize me, which was unusual since he
was always so happy to see me, and the way
he moved was slow and unnatural. Then, without any reason,
he turned his head away from me and walked straight
ahead until he disappeared from my sight. The strangest part
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was that he walked straight into a way. There was
nothing else there, just the wall, but I had just
seen my dog walk right through it. It made no sense,
especially since he had been acting so strange before. My
heart was pounding and I felt frozen for a second
before I bolted down the stairs as fast as I could.
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My only thought was to get to my family outside.
When I got there, I ran straight to my dad,
but as soon as I reached him, I froze again.
Right in front of me was my dog tied to
a pole in the backyard. He was on a leash,
calmly lying there, unable to move more than a few feet.
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My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it.
How could he have been inside the house acting so
strangely and then be here outside all along? Nothing about
it added up, and the fear in me he grew stronger.
I quickly asked my dad how long my dog had
been there, and he said my dog had been tied
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to the pole next to him for the past hour.
I tried to tell my family about what happened, and
I've even told my friends. They say they believe me,
but I can see it in their eyes. They're just
pretending to make me feel better. There's always that look,
the one that says they think I'm imagining things or
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making it up. But I know what I saw that day,
and nothing anyone says will ever change my mind. It
was too real, too vivid to just be my imagination.
For a long time, I tried to find comfort in
the thought that maybe what I saw wasn't something scary.
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Whatever that figure was, I know one thing for sure.
It wasn't my real living dog. The way it moved,
the way it acted, and especially the way it disappeared
into the wall made that clear to me.
I'm renting this house, which has been in my landlord
Nancy's family since it was built in nineteen twenty nine. Now,
the house has a lot of history, and Nancy has
shared stories about how it's been passed down through generations.
Nancy herself lives about one point five acres behind me
in her own home, which was built in the nineteen
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eighties on a piece of her family's land. She also
owns the house right next to mine, located on the corner,
which she rents out as well. The entire property is huge,
covering around thirty five acres, most of which is used
as a bean farm. The house we live in is
the original farmhouse for the Miller family here in northwestern Ohio.
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My husband, our two kids, our dog, and I moved
in on April first this year. It's a nice little
farmhouse with two bedrooms. Now. It still has the original
ship lap in the mudroom and the original woodwork around
the windows and along the floorboards, which adds to its charm.
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The newest part of the house is the garage, which
is made entirely of cinder blocks and is very simple.
I really love old houses with original details, and we've
been fixing it up a little. Nancy, our landlord is
currently facing a serious illness. I want her to focus
on her health and recovery instead of worrying about the
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house or minor issues like peeling paint on the doors. Now,
at first, everything about this place seemed completely normal. The
only small issue we had was with the well water,
but we quickly fixed that by installing a water softener.
Once that was sordid, we really enjoyed living here until
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one morning when things took a strange turn while I
was getting ready for school. I'm back in school now,
working on a degree in physical therapy. After having trouble
finding a job in my original field, early childhood education,
I decided it was time for a fresh start anyway.
So every morning I wake up at the same time,
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six am, and on this particular morning, my husband, who
was a police officer, had the day off. He decided
to let our kids sleep in with him instead of
me having to take them to the sitter's house. In
the dark, I was getting dressed in the living room
so I wouldn't wake my husband or my son, who
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likes to sleep in our bed by turning on the
lights in our room. That's when I saw it. The
door who my children's room was open, and I noticed
someone standing there, staring right at me. They were partly
hidden behind the doorframe, just enough that I couldn't see
their whole body. This person was taller than both of
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my kids, about a head taller, with messy, dirty blonde
curls that made them stand out. As I stood frozen watching,
they slowly pulled their head back behind the doorframe and disappeared.
Now the whole thing happened in just a few seconds.
For reference, my daughter's bed is pushed up against the wall,
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with the foot of her bed right near the doorframe.
This setup is how we managed to fit both twin
sized beds and their dressers into the same room. There's
not a lot of extra space, so seeing someone standing
there felt completely out of place and unsettling. There's no
way anyone could stand at the end of my daughter's
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bed and hide behind the door frame at the same time.
It's just not possible. So I ran into their room
right away, and my daughter was sound asleep at the
top of her bed, and both of them were tucked
in snugly under the blankets. Then I woke up my
husband and he could see right away that I was
really shaken up. He told me my pupils were huge
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and I was trembling. After I told my husband what
I saw, he went to check the room himself. When
he came back, he said there was no one there
and that I might have just imagined it. I said
he might be right, even so I know what I
saw now. This happened about two months ago, and the
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reason I'm sharing it now is because something strange happened
again tonight, but this time to my husband. He was
brushing my daughter's hair after her bath when he suddenly
saw a black shadow move across the doorway of the
children's room. It happened quickly, but it was clear enough
to make him shout for me right away. When I
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came into the room, I could see he was visibly shaken.
Goosebumps covered his arms and legs, and even our three
year old daughter noticed something was wrong. She looked up
at him and asked, who's in there, dad. Her innocent
question only made the moment feel even more unsettling. Later
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that night, as we were getting the kids ready for bed,
something strange happened again. A little Tyke's toy circus, which
was sitting on top of their toy box started going
off by itself. It wasn't just once. It happened several times,
even though no one had touched it. My husband called
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me from the bathroom to come see what was happening.
As I walked toward the toy it went off one
last time. None of their toys have ever gone off
on their own since we moved here, especially not this one.
It's a small toy circus that only plays music when
the little acrobat is on the tightrope and you have
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to lift one side to make him slide across. It
doesn't just turn on by itself. We plan to set
up cameras in the kids room and around the toy
area this weekend to see if we can figure out
what's going on. It's the only way we can try
to catch anything unusual happening. This house, built in nineteen
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twenty nine, has so much charm and history, but it
seems like it also came with a lot more than
we expected, definitely more than what was listed in the
rental agreement. I grew up in Ohio in the seventies,
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and my childhood friend Joe and I spend as much
time outside as we could. Joe lived on a farm
next to a big forest. My parents would drop me
off at his place in the mornings and we'd spend
the whole weekend in the woods. We'd only come out
when it was time for school. We loved pretending to
be explorers. We built shelters, set traps, tried to start
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fires with sticks, and did all kinds of outdoor stuff.
When we were in high school, we got the idea
to have an adventure like in the movie Stand by
Me that had just come out. We planned to walk
along the railroad tracks in the countryside, but instead of
looking for a dead body like in the movie, we
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wanted to find cool bridges to fish from and places
near the tracks to camp. And of course we knew
it was dangerous and probably not allowed, but we were
just kids. We had so much fun. We found beautiful rivers,
explored bridges no one else visited, went fishing, and even
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hid when trains passed by. And at night, we camped
in the woods near the tracks and made small fires
to stay hidden. But nothing bad ever happened to us.
After high school, Joe and I went our separate ways.
We both moved away, but stayed in touch and tried
to plan visits so we could see each other sometimes.
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One summer in the mid nineties, we were both back
in town for about a week. During the day, we
spent time with our families, and at night we either
went to a bar for drinks or sat outside Joe's
house by a fire talking about the old days. Then
one night Joe and I started talking about our old
stand by me trips, and before long we decided to
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take a day to walk the tracks, camped for one night,
and then head back home. When the day came, we
started early in the morning. My wife gave us a
ride and dropped us off at our old star spot
just outside our hometown. She thought we were crazy and
made sure to say so before she drove off. After
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she left, Joe suggested we try something different this time
and walk in the opposite direction to be more adventurous.
We knew the area well and had a map. We
didn't bring fishing gear, but we had some canned food
and other supplies. Before it got dark, we chose a
spot to camp. It was a thick forest with trees
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all around the train tracks, making it feel like we
were in a tunnel. We had small hammocks to sleep in,
but before setting them up, we decided to scout the
area a bit. This was something we used to do
back in the old days too. We would walk around
a bit to make sure we weren't accidentally camping in
someone's backyard. We walked about one hundred feet into the
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woods and up a small hill. We figured that if
we didn't see anything from the top of the hill,
it would be fine, But when we got to the top,
we noticed an old building down at the bottom, about
one hundred yards into the woods. It was hard to see,
but it was there. We both guessed it was probably
an old sugar shack or something, because there didn't seem
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to be a road leading to it. From where we stood,
it looked empty. Everything was quiet, no movement, no lights,
so we decided to walk a little closer to check
it out. We went down the hill slowly, and as
we got closer we realized it wasn't a sugar shack.
It was an old church. It looked like it had
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been abandoned for years. The building was small and sagging,
with wooden planks almost black from moss and rot. The
windows didn't have any glass, and there were no doors,
just open doorways. We got close enough to look inside
and saw rows of pews and a raise at the
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front where a preacher would stand. We didn't go all
the way in because we didn't want to. Other than that,
there was no sign of anyone around. There were no footprints, paths,
or roads, just an abandoned church. We left right away
and went back up the hill to the spot we
had picked for camping. Having the hill between us and
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the church made us feel a bit better, but we
still felt uneasy. We told ourselves it was just the
natural creepiness of seeing a church in the middle of
the woods. By then, it was getting dark, so we
decided to set up our hammocks, get some sleep, and
leave early in the morning. As night fell and we
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lay in our hammocks talking, we started to hear something
coming from the direction of the church. It sounds like
people singing, and it really did sound like singing. We
both got out of our hammocks quietly and crouched down,
trying to listen more closely. We listened for a minute
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or two, and the singing kept going, but it didn't
seem to get any louder. Finally, we decided to quietly
climb back up the hill to see if we could
figure out where the sound was coming from. From our
old adventures, we still knew how to move silently in
the woods. It felt natural to us. The moon was
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barely out, but it gave just enough light to keep
us from walking into a tree. Still, it was almost
completely dark. We didn't use flashlights as we quietly made
our way up the hill, and we didn't say a word.
When we reached the top, we saw a light in
the distance. It was coming from the church and the
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singing was coming from inside. Joe and I leaned in
close and whispered to each other, basically saying, can you
believe this? The light looked like it came from candles
because it flickered, but no matter how hard we tried,
we couldn't figure out what they were singing. It sounded
like church music, but in a different language. We sat
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and watched for a while, trying to see who was inside,
but we only saw shadows now and then. We didn't
plan to get any closer either. We were about a
football field away and wanted to keep it that way.
The singing went on for a bit and then it stopped.
After that, a loud male voice started chanting. I was
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already scared, but that voice really terrified me. It sounded
like an old preacher from a movie, but he was
speaking in a different language, so we couldn't understand a
single word. After a while, the man would say something,
and then a group of voices would answer by singing.
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This went on for a while, and then they all
started a long, loud wail that just kept getting louder
and louder. It was so loud and unsettling that I
covered my ears. Then it suddenly stopped. I was about
to say, let's get out of here, when Joe grabbed
my shoulder and whispered, they're coming out from where we were.
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We couldn't see them clearly, but we could make out
a line of people walking out of the open doorway,
holding hands in a single file. Some of them were
holding flashlights. They started singing again, and the flashlight beams
began moving toward us and the hill. We quickly ran
back to our campsite, grabbed our stuff, and headed straight
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for the tracks. Once we were on the tracks, we
ran in the direction we had come from. After a
few minutes, we stopped and looked back. We could see
lights coming down the hill. The lights were moving in
a strange, shaky way, like the people holding them were
waving them around. Eventually, the lights disappeared and we reached
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a From the map, we knew a small town was
about fifteen minutes away, so we walked there. When we
got to a twenty four hour gas station, we called
my wife to come pick us up. My wife and
our friends thought it was just kids playing around, but
I heard those voices and they definitely didn't sound like
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kids to me. I don't know who those people were,
but it was the creepiest thing that ever happened to
me in the woods. I've always been the kind of
person who pays close attention to everything around me. Ever
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since I was a little kid, I've been extremely shy,
which made me more of a listener and observer than
someone who speaks up. Often. I would sit quietly, watching
people and noticing things others might overlook, and over time
I realized this sensitivity also made me feel deeply connected
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to the unseen, almost as if I could sense when
something wasn't quite normal. Even though I feel connected to
the paranormal, I still choose to be skeptical about whether
it's real, at least until it comes to my own experiences.
The experience I'm about to share has stayed in my
mind for years and has been something I can't stop
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thinking about. If anyone has any idea about what this
could be, whether it's paranormal or not, I'd really appreciate
hearing your thoughts. So this happened during a summer trip
to my grandparents house when I was about twelve years old.
Their house was an old farmhouse built many years ago
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in the northeastern countryside of the United States. The house
always had a strange feeling to it, like it was
alive in some way, in the middle of a large
empty field, surrounded by thick woods that felt dark and
endless even during the day. I don't know much about
the history of the area or the house, except for
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my family's personal history, which I'll share later. My parents, siblings,
our dog, and I were staying in the house for
about a week, sleeping there each night. The house had
three floors, and I decided to sleep on the top
floor by myself. But something about the top floor was different.
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It felt colder, quieter, and once you passed the second
floor it was as if you'd entered a completely different house,
and the feeling of being alone up there was overwhelming,
so it almost impossible to relax, and I barely slept
at all during those nights. Still, I'm not sure how
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much of that was just me being young and easily scared.
One day, the whole family was outside having a backyard barbecue.
Everyone was laughing and enjoying their time together, but for
some reason, I went back inside for a moment. I
turned the corner toward the staircase, and at the bottom
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of the steps I saw my dog standing there. At first,
I felt relieved to see him, but then I noticed
something wasn't right. I called his name, expecting him to
perk up like he always did, but instead he turned
his head toward me very slowly. His face was completely blank,
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like he didn't recognize me, which was unusual since he
was always so happy to see me, and the way
he moved was slow and unnatural. Then, without any reason,
he turned his head away from me and walked straight
ahead until he disappeared from my sight. The strangest part
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was that he walked straight into a way. There was
nothing else there, just the wall, but I had just
seen my dog walk right through it. It made no sense,
especially since he had been acting so strange before. My
heart was pounding and I felt frozen for a second
before I bolted down the stairs as fast as I could.
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My only thought was to get to my family outside.
When I got there, I ran straight to my dad,
but as soon as I reached him, I froze again.
Right in front of me was my dog tied to
a pole in the backyard. He was on a leash,
calmly lying there, unable to move more than a few feet.
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My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it.
How could he have been inside the house acting so
strangely and then be here outside all along? Nothing about
it added up, and the fear in me he grew stronger.
I quickly asked my dad how long my dog had
been there, and he said my dog had been tied
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to the pole next to him for the past hour.
I tried to tell my family about what happened, and
I've even told my friends. They say they believe me,
but I can see it in their eyes. They're just
pretending to make me feel better. There's always that look,
the one that says they think I'm imagining things or
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making it up. But I know what I saw that day,
and nothing anyone says will ever change my mind. It
was too real, too vivid to just be my imagination.
For a long time, I tried to find comfort in
the thought that maybe what I saw wasn't something scary.
(20:52):
Whatever that figure was, I know one thing for sure.
It wasn't my real living dog. The way it moved,
the way it acted, and especially the way it disappeared
into the wall made that clear to me.
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