November 7, 2025 • 36 mins
Step into the shadows for Five Frights, a chilling new episode of Uncle Josh’s True Scary Stories. This collection brings you five firsthand encounters with the paranormal, the strange, and the utterly unexpected. Whether you’re drawn to ghostly encounters, unexplainable phenomena, or those moments that leave you questioning reality itself, Five Frights delivers a bone-deep dose of dread. Turn down the lights, settle in, and prepare for five stories you won’t soon forget.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on the man on
the trail with the empty stroller by tree guts. My
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fiance and I love hiking. We've had some strange moments
on trails before, but nothing like what happened. A few
weeks ago. We went for a short hike at a
state park we've been to dozens of times, and since
it was just a quick trip before dinner, we didn't
pack our usual things. No knives, no pepper spray. I
even said, and it'll be fine. We've done this one
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plenty of times. The first half was normal, the air
was calm, the woods were quiet. Then we came around
to bend and saw a woman standing off to the
side crying so not loud or dramatic, just quietly, like
she wasn't even aware anyone else was there. A few
feet ahead of her was a man with his back turned,
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pushing a stroller down a rocky trail where a stroller
made absolutely no sense. We kept walking, trying not to stare,
and about five minutes later we decided to turn back
because we were starving. On our way back, we saw
the man again, still pushing the stroller, and I glanced
inside it out of curiosity. It was empty, no baby,
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no blanket, just an empty stroller being shoved through the woods.
Without thinking, I whispered to my fiance, there's no fucking
baby in there. I thought we were far away enough
that he wouldn't hear me, but we weren't. My fiance
looked over his shoulder a moment later and said, quietly,
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he's staring at us. I didn't look back. I didn't
have to. I could feel it the weight of his stare.
Then came the sounds of footsteps behind us, picking up speed.
He was following us. We started walking faster, and he
sped up too. Every time we looked back, he was
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still there, not close enough to reach us, but always visible,
always watching. We passed the crying woman again, and she
didn't even look up. The stroller was gone now the
man in his blue hoodie was walking quickly behind us.
That's when we ran. My chest was tight and I
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could barely breathe, but every time I glanced back, I
saw flashes of blue moving through the trees. The trail
had sharp turns, and each time we rounded one, we'd
lose sight of him for a second. Then he would
be there again, still walking still following. Finally, after what
felt like forever, we caught up with another group of hikers.
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As soon as we did, the guy was gone, vanished
into the woods. We sprinted to the parking lot, jumped
in our car, and tore out of there. The whole
drive home, I kept second guessing myself and what if
there really was a baby? What if he just wanted
to confront us? Deep down I knew something was seriously wrong.
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I haven't gone back to that entrance since, and sometimes
I hike from different parts of the park. But lately
I've noticed baby clothes scattered along the trails, little socks,
a onesie, and every time I see them, that same
cold feeling crawls up my spine. The room submitted by
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Chonky Boy ninety one. I don't care if people believe
me or not. Believe what you will. This happened over
ten years ago. I never had the best relationship with
my dad, so when it came to having me move
in with him, I was dreading it. To make matters worse.
My sister will call her Jane, gave me a heads
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up about the room I was going to stay in.
I will add here it was an old Victorian house
with high ceilings. Jane had always been closer to my
dad than I ever was, so she had stayed with
him while I stayed with my mom. She told me
during her stay a few weird things happened to her,
but there was one notably unsettling story. Jane was sitting
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downstairs with the dog when all of a sudden, the
CD player turned down upstairs in her room. She didn't
think much of it, went up and turned it off,
but upon coming down the stairs, the dog was snarling
and backing away from the seat next to where she
had been sitting. Jane calmed the dog down and reassured it,
and just as the dog settled, this D player turned
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on again. This time she ran up there, turned it off,
and unplugged it from the wall. Understandably, she was anxious
and unsettled at that point and called her friend to
see if she could go over there. When all of
a sudden, the CD player turned on full blast. She
ran out of the house with the dog and then
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proceeded to stay with her friend for a while after that. Obviously,
with that knowledge, I was not particularly thrilled about my
new accommodation, but there wasn't a lot I could do,
as I was still relatively young when I moved in,
the relationship with my dad went straight to the way.
It always had physical and verbal abuse, and I just
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generally tried to avoid him, which meant I ended up
in that room a lot. Some small things that happened
were covered doors opening by themselves, and the light bulbs
falling from their sockets and smashing on my head, and
things just generally moving from place to place from where
I'd put them. I even watched a door handle turn
and a door open all by itself. But the time
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that got me was one time I was sitting playing
games in my room and there was a loud bang.
I got up to check, and at the same time
my dad from downstairs came up to investigate. The attic
hatch had swung open and hit the wall and put
a big dent into the wall. Naturally, my dad went
crazy on me, despite me trying to explain that the
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hatch was over seven feet high. I'm only five to five,
and when it happened I was in my room. The
next day, I climbed up on the banister and pushed
the hatch up and let it swing down. I mean,
after all, the wall was already dented. I wanted to
understand what had happened, as there is no way it
just fell open, and upon doing it, it didn't hit
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the wall that hard at all. That freaked me out.
After that, I was always scared going under the attic
until one day I was home alone brushing my teeth
in the bathroom. The attic hatch was in between the
room I stayed in and the bathroom. While I was
in the bathroom, I literally watched the hatch swing open
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and smash the wall again. I literally just booked it.
I think I must have missed half the stairs running
down and I left the house. After that, I ended
up staying elsewhere and never went back to that house. Unfortunately,
it seemed for a few years wherever I went some
things would happen, but eventually it all settled and there
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hasn't been any spooky stuff for a couple of years now.
The demon that tormented me by interesting dish and trigger
warning topic of suicide and mention of self harm and
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sexual assault A long story. Do you believe in the paranormal?
Since I was a kid, the unknown has always fascinated me,
even though I was being tormented by something at the
same time. I want to tell my story chronologically so
you can see how it grows. A little backstory. When
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I was seven or eight, I tripped on a cord
and busted my forehead open, and I had to get
it stitched up at the hospital. So most of my
early years I vaguely remember, and I'll do my best
to keep it straight. Ever since I can remember, I've
always had nightmares, but a specific nightmare, to be exact.
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It was a disturbing nightmare about being sexually exploited. Sometimes
I was her and it was happening in my parents' house,
but sometimes it was someone else and I was just
living through her. One of those dreams or nightmares that
I can still remember to this day was it wasn't me,
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but I was someone nine or ten with a pink
shirt on in capri blue jeans with converse shoes, sitting
outside of the sun on concrete steps to a red
brick building. Somehow I knew I did want to be there,
but I was being forced to, and I knew I
had to do actions that felt dirty and disgusting and
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left a burning hole deep in my gut. In the nightmare.
I would be waiting in the beaming sun and see
a tall guy coming upstairs and stopping by me to
stand over me. I didn't want to look up at
his face, and all I saw was that he was
just this skinny guy with straight edged blue jean pants
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and black and white vans, you know, the classic slip
on once he then started walking into the building, and
the fire in my gut grew. Knowing what was about
to happen, I would quickly wake up from the nightmare
as soon as I walked into the building. I wanted
to go back and save her, but I didn't know
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what to do or how to react. I do know
that I started to dread going to sleep. It just
felt like one time I would never wake up again
and I would be trapped there, no way of giving
myself control. Other times I would have nightmares of people
trying to kidnap me, and running in a dream while
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in fear of being kidnapped is just so raw, like
why that shit was ass Then somehow things got worse.
My dad would start to travel for work, and me
and my siblings would sleep with my mom to comfort her.
That was probably ten or eleven, and again I never
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wanted to fall asleep in fear of having a bad nightmare.
We're eventually never waking up and being lost in the
dream world. Suddenly, one night, I got flashes of an
axe going against my own mom in my head while
lying next to her. I just sat there and though,
what the hell was that kind of feeling clinging to
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my mom sleeping next to me. She moved away, and
she's just not the kind of person that likes to
be touched while sleeping. I also thought that if I
could just touch her, feel her that she was still
right next to me, that I would fall into that
dream world. I was so scared. I didn't know what
to do or how to tell my mom, Hey, I
just had flashes of chopping up your body in my
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head and I'm scared without scaring her or sounding crazy,
I brushed it off as much as I could, but
every night was a struggle to not fall asleep. At
that point, that's when things started to fly off shelves
and there were loud bangs and random voices, all of
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them becoming more prevalent during the day. I remember some
nights I could hear a whole party going on outside
of my bedroom, and I would walk out like, who
the fuck is here? Not a soul would be in
the living room or the kitchen. Most nights, I would
hear like multiple people or some entity speech shuffling right
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over me. I would always feel like there were two
or three people watching me sleep and moving around a lot,
to the point where I stopped being afraid and just
irritated by them. The shuffling got so loud eventually that
I couldn't sleep until it stopped, And one time I
woke up in the middle of the night and saw
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a shadow figure indeed watching me sleep. Another time, I
saw a group and one closest to me was wearing
a hat. There were about ten regular dark human like
figures standing behind him, kind of spread out in the room.
I would again just see the regular black shadows randomly,
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and I kind of got into my head and I
thought they were there to tell me what to do telepathically.
But after a while I stopped seeing them. It started
to become a joke that everyone was noticing random noises happening,
and my mom, being a big Christian, didn't like that.
We thought there was a ghost in the house. But
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me and my brother and sister could feel something was there.
As a kid, I loved to play imaginary teacher, and
I would set up my stuffed animals and give them
grades and tests, put them in the time out, take
them on a recess, and sometimes teach them what I
had just learned at school. My sister and I shared
the same bedroom till we were almost graduating high school,
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and at first she liked playing with me, but then
she grew out of it. Soon I couldn't play in
my own room when she was in there, so I
would teach in the kitchen or the living room, but
most of the time I just moved to my parents room.
My parents room is where things started to get worse.
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After a moment of me starting to teach my class,
I would feel something watching me, and then the feeling
would move more towards hatred, like whatever it was watching me,
it wanted me dead or suffering. There were some days
that I couldn't be in there too long or be
in a happy mood for too long, because it would
come out and watch me and then just kind of
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push hate on me. I remember one time I knew
it was in the corner of my dad's side of
the bed, and I looked right at it, feeling it
looked back at me with that hate. I imagined it
was a dark black cloud with energy flowing through it,
and I felt that it was a man, Like how
you can just feel someone's intentions, you know, that sixth
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sense was telling me it was a man. Soon I
just stopped teaching because I had no safe space left
to let my imagination run wild. Every time I saw him,
I just felt that he hated me, and it was
like a deep, strong hate. Hating an eleven year old
trying to play imaginary teaching is just wrong, and I
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started to get upset that it was happening. It's not
like I did anything to the man, not like I
killed him. I had nothing to do with whatever was
going on with him. But it was almost like he
targeted me to suffer along with his hate at a
young age. And while all this was going on, every
day I became really suicidal, and I would choke myself
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till I was about to pass out. I'd tie a
belt to the closet coorrack and then the other end
around my neck and lift my legs off the ground.
In sixth grade, that's when I began to self harm
and around high school is when myself harmon got out
of hand and I was taking way too many sleeping
pills and hopes that maybe I took too much. My
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mental state was on thin eyes as all that I'm
saying and all that at such a young age. Another
incident was when I was sleeping on the floor and
somehow I was sleeping on the floor half way in
my parents closet. My mom would just put all of
our laundry in this big pile because we didn't have
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room in the rest of the closets, and hers was
a really small one. But I remember laying on the floor.
My parents were next to a pile of clothes, putting
my feet under their bed. I was half asleep, half
away carring my mom and sister getting ready for something,
so they were coming and going out of the room.
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Suddenly I felt this slimy or just wet. The sweaty
long hand with long finger nails grabbed my foot trying
to pull me more under the bed. I jolted up
and screamed, who just grabbed my foot? And my mom
and sister came running into the room, saying it wasn't them.
I didn't know what to do, But like everything else,
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I just tried to forget it and act like it
didn't happen. Then, one time, my grandma came over from California. Frantically,
she asked my mom, why didn't you tell me you
invited that man here? And my mom replied, what man?
There's no one here but us. She said, I saw
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a man sitting in your husband's chair. She later described
him as looking really angry and mean. That reassured me
that what I was feeling was real. I eventually opened
up about my nightmares to my mom, and she told
me to put a Holy Bible under my pillow, and
so I did, and it helped out. For a while.
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Surprisingly everything stopped. I would still get nightmares now and then,
but they just weren't as frequent. Soon I would do
the same. When I would go out of my bedroom
at night, I would feel him watching me, and I
would recite scripture and eternally reject his energy. As soon
as I would speak those words, he would vanish, and
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I was actually feeling alone. Throughout my childhood, I was
very suicidal sometimes and I would hurt myself into hatred.
I just felt like I was a monster. I could
never prove it, but I believed that man was tormenting
me and putting thoughts into my head, flashing dark images
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to me to corrupt me into ending my life, whether
it be physically or mentally. And I picked myself up
through failed attempts with psych words and therapy. I realized
that only I could make a change in my life
and force out those repetitive dark thoughts. Time passed and
I was feeling better. There were endless nights of smoking
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Mary Jane and talking to myself, analyzing my mind. I
hadn't had any inner actions with that man in years,
although I felt that dark presence at my last apartment,
and I heard stories of demons attaching to people and
following them. I hope that's not my case. But that
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last connection, I was getting ready for something I can't remember,
but I do know. I was seventeen or eighteen. I
was still living with my parents. I was getting ready
in the back bathroom and my mom was getting ready
up in the front bathroom when suddenly, and I don't
know why the fuck this happened to me, but I
heard a deep male voice right next to me on
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my right side, speak my name, Elissa, bold and clear
as day. I turned my head slowly to the right
and shock and looked at the shower and seeing this
energy flow like how heat gives off a mirage. Four
seconds later, my mom called my name and the mirage
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thing disappeared. That scared the shit out of me. I
got out of the bathroom so quickly, and I felt
like I had to just brush it all off and
repeat the cycle of trying not to let it bother
me again. I think he has been following me and
just waiting. I'm twenty four now and I can't get
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over the core memories of harming myself, and I won't
forget the horrid feelings that I felt. I can never
forget the nightmares. I mean, everything seemed like torture and
fear every night. I do think it might have been
a demon instead of some guy who passed away was
just pissed off. I try not to give a thought
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or gender to give power, but I'm imprinted by it.
I get flashbacks, bursts of the same feelings that I felt,
and panic attacks too. I'm affected by it. I don't
tell a lot of people are close ones unless they
bring up similar events happening to them. Otherwise I can
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tell that they don't understand the power that's at play.
I mean, they are a trick. They will mentally and
physically mess with you. So everyone please be careful with
the dead of darkness and have an open mind for
people that experience it. Weird things in Northeastern Alabama by
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Finch's song. We're located sort of near the Appalachian Mountains,
and I've witnessed something weird recently. To give some perspective,
I live on four hundred and sixty seven acres in
northeastern Alabama. Where I live, we have very few neighbors,
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one of which is my grandparents, who have owned the
land since the early eighties. We live inside of a
hollow with tall mountains surrounding us on all sides, and
recently someone bought one of the mountains and have converted
it into an ATV park, which is pushing lots of
wildlife down onto our land. Dear coyotes, et cetera. On
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November first, my siblings went to ride on the Polaris Ranger.
It was close to ten thirty when they began making
the loop of the property, and there's a bridge over
a creek right at the start of the road that
they followed. It's basically the beacon of being home. They
rode in loops of the property from ten thirty till
about ten forty five or eleven, and then began feeling off.
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I just had a sinking feeling of dread. The eldest
of them felt at first, but didn't say anything and
continued making the loop with the younger two. After making
loop a few times again, they spotted something on the
ground and stopped to look. And this is when the
second oldest began feeling a sinking feeling as well, but
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didn't choice it as an older man said, don't stop,
just keep driving. We'll look at the ground in the morning,
and then they just continued making a loop. At about
eleven fifteen, they paused again to stop and read a
text from our mother, and when they were stopped, the
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middle one looked out across the field and saw a
large creature almost six foot tall with four legs, but
it appeared to be standing up like a human across
the field. He said, he locked eyes with it and
then he just floored it. And they all began coming
home once again, not voicing that they were scared, but
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by the time they got to the bridge, the youngest
had begun crying and begging to get home. There's a
gate leading on to the property that must be open
and clothes to come and go. So the oldest got
out to open the gate and said that she felt
that if she looked up she would vibe what she'd see. Anyway,
they floored it and made it home fine. Now for
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more details. We have a porch dog that typically follows
people when they go, but for some reason he stayed
home that night and didn't follow them when they went
out to ride on the loop. There are also cattle
out on the land, but when they were out riding,
they didn't see any of the cattle or see any
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sign of any life. It was just them, the smell
of smoke and the wind. And while driving they had
been playing music, and just before all of this occurred,
the Pumped Up Kicks began playing, which had whistling in it.
When they were coming home, they described it as feeling
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as if they were prey and being hunted, that some thing,
whatever it was, was right there with them, and if
they'd stopped or turned around, they'd never make it back.
When they came back, their pupils were all blown so
wide you couldn't see the color in their eyes anymore.
Since this happened, we've returned to that area and nothing
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seems to be a mess. I mean I say all
this to ask what could have caused that strange feeling
in all of them? What do you think happened? Did
they see a cryptid of sorts? I think I almost
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died on some paranormal property by remote sheep herder. This
was almost two years ago. Now. I had a new
job doing lawn care with an old friend, and basically
we'd spotsbury for weeds, dump fertilizer, and operate vehicles to
air rate and spread seed for the grass boring stuff.
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This was mostly for well to do people, big houses,
lots of land, but there was one place that felled off.
I couldn't put my finger on why. It was just
a strange, eerie feeling. It was a really hilly area,
big enough to have a tennis court hiding away in
the back like it was some my afterthought. I was
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new to the vehicles we had to use, but I
always sped through every area sloppily, just trying to get
the job done quickly. This place had a hill so
steep that I capsized my air raider trying to make
it over it, and it fell forward miraculously, and I
got bucked off like I'd been riding a bull. If
I had fallen backwards, which was just as likely, if
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not more so, and I hadn't been dead or at
least paralyzed from the waist down. I remember having this
adrenaline rush, propping the thing back up, and then looking
around to see if anyone else had seen me. Somehow
no one had, but I continued on like nothing happened.
A little shaken up, but relieve, I didn't think much
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of it until months later when I returned to the
same property. It took me a few moments, but I
remembered the area and felt really uneasy. Once we parked
our two trucks. When we opened up, the first chemicals
from our weed killer backpacks gushed out of the back
and onto the driveway, making a huge puddle. My boss
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was understandably irritated, assuming someone had left one on causing
the spill, but when we checked the backpacks, all three
of them were on. It was strange, but we chalked
it up to thoughtlessness. So then we opened up the
second truck, three more backpacks, all switched on with a
blue light. I remember telling my boss that every single
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pack was on and him just looking confused, saying, well,
that's no good. We had four people on the job
and six backpacks turned on. I mean, there's just no
way that goes unnoticed, especially by the boss who was
a stickler for that sort of thing. There was this
unspoken feeling between my friend and I that something was wrong,
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like there was some weird energy clinging to us. I
could see in his face that he was kind of uncomfortable. Afterwards,
I told him that was where I almost died, and
it definitely spooked us, but we never really brought it
up again. I know this isn't the scariest story, but
it's one that still kind of creeps me out whenever
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I think about it. Am I overreacting or would you
feel the same about things? That thing on crouch Mesa
by Ghostly sixteen seventeen. It was the summer of twenty twelve.
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Was seventeen at the time, and like most kids my
age in northern New Mexico, I spent my summers looking
for something to do or get into trouble. That night,
me and my best friend Sean decided to hit the
Conniemac World Series in Farmington. This was a big summer
event where semi pro youth baseball players from all over
the country came to compete. We didn't go over the baseball, though,
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We went for the scene and the energy, and yeah,
the chance of meeting some girls. It was a good night,
nothing unusual until the drive on the Old Highway. On
the way back home, I decided to take a detour
on Old crouch Mesa Highway, a desolate, high desert stretch
that winds through wide basins and low hills. You can
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see the faint outline of the La Plata and San
Juan mountain ranges off in the distance to the north,
but out there at night it's pitch black, just your headlights,
the moon, and the sound of the radio. My mom
used to work out there for an oil field company
that reclaimed contaminated soil, so I'd been down that road
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hundreds of times, day and night. But no matter how
many times I drove it, I always got that uneasy,
heavy feeling in my gut. We turned off the highway
after some time to the east, and eventually we came
up on the four way stop, half of it somewhat paved,
and the other road that intersected was nothing but dirt
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road for miles, the kind of intersection where you'd never
see another car. Normally, i'd run right through it, but
I'd been pulled over a few months earlier for doing
exactly that, and I wasn't about to risk my mom
finding out again, so I eased the car to a
full stop. Sean sat in the passenger seat quiet. For once.
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He had this habit of yelling watch out or stop
whenever I was driving, just to mess with me, almost
causing car crashes. But after years of his pranks, I
had learned to ignore him. But that night, as I
stopped at the intersection, he shouted, Hey, what's that. I
rolled my eyes and then turned towards him to tom
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to shut up. But when I looked back toward the road,
there was a figure about twenty or thirty yards ahead.
Something massive crossed the road. It moved from left to right,
slowly and deliberately, and kind of like a phantom. For
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a few seconds, I froze. My mind couldn't process what
I was seeing. I mean, it was humanoid, but too tall,
too broad. The shoulders looked like they belonged to a
linebacker for the Denver Broncos. Under the moonlight, it moved
with purpose, and Sean started yelling, go, go go. I
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slammed my foot down on the gas, my heart pounding
out of my chest. A few moments later he yelled again, stop,
slow down. I slammed on the brakes and both of
us looked into the darkness. Just the illumination from the
car headlights and the moon were out there. We rolled
the windows down and the air was cold and silent,
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and we saw it again. The thing was now off
to the right, maybe thirty or forty yards away, and
it was the same, hulking figure. It was facing away,
half lit by the moon, and just walking into the
void of darkness. The best way I could describe it
maybe imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger. Maybe taller seven feet, maybe huge shoulders,
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long arms, with thick legs. I never saw its face,
and I thank god I didn't that night. I'd been
down that road my whole life, but I'd never seen
anything like that. When I finally dropped Sean off at
his house, I begged him to stay the night at
my place. My mom was out of town with her boyfriend,
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and I didn't want to be by myself. When his
mom said no, she wasn't in the mood to let
him go anywhere that night, after he had already been
gone most of the day. So I drove home, locked
every door, and lay awake all night, staring out the window,
dreading if what I saw was real. And I was
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still trying to comprehend what I saw. I know that
area had farmland and had farmers. Maybe it was a horse.
I was so terrified I actually called my mom, begging
her to come home because I told her I'd just
seen Bigfoot. That was the first time I truly believed
in something out there, something not human. But it wouldn't
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be the last time. Since that night, I've had two
more encounters. One a couple of years later in north
eastern New Mexico at a party on one of my
friends hundreds of acres of farmland. At that time, Me, Sean,
and four others all saw the same thing. And then later,
oddly we heard little girls laughing in the darkness. And
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at another time it was in the mountains of Washington
while I was in the Air Force attending survival, evasion, resistance,
and escape training. Each time the feeling was the same,
a sense of being watched by something powerful and not
wanting to be seen. But that night, back in twenty twelve,
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on the empty stretch of crouch Mesa, that's where it
all started. Hey, gang, thanks for listening to the episode.
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Everyone be excellent to each other and until next time,
be wary of things that go bump in the night.
It could be anything, a ghost, a monster, or the
guy next door.
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on the man on
the trail with the empty stroller by tree guts. My
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fiance and I love hiking. We've had some strange moments
on trails before, but nothing like what happened. A few
weeks ago. We went for a short hike at a
state park we've been to dozens of times, and since
it was just a quick trip before dinner, we didn't
pack our usual things. No knives, no pepper spray. I
even said, and it'll be fine. We've done this one
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plenty of times. The first half was normal, the air
was calm, the woods were quiet. Then we came around
to bend and saw a woman standing off to the
side crying so not loud or dramatic, just quietly, like
she wasn't even aware anyone else was there. A few
feet ahead of her was a man with his back turned,
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pushing a stroller down a rocky trail where a stroller
made absolutely no sense. We kept walking, trying not to stare,
and about five minutes later we decided to turn back
because we were starving. On our way back, we saw
the man again, still pushing the stroller, and I glanced
inside it out of curiosity. It was empty, no baby,
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no blanket, just an empty stroller being shoved through the woods.
Without thinking, I whispered to my fiance, there's no fucking
baby in there. I thought we were far away enough
that he wouldn't hear me, but we weren't. My fiance
looked over his shoulder a moment later and said, quietly,
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he's staring at us. I didn't look back. I didn't
have to. I could feel it the weight of his stare.
Then came the sounds of footsteps behind us, picking up speed.
He was following us. We started walking faster, and he
sped up too. Every time we looked back, he was
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still there, not close enough to reach us, but always visible,
always watching. We passed the crying woman again, and she
didn't even look up. The stroller was gone now the
man in his blue hoodie was walking quickly behind us.
That's when we ran. My chest was tight and I
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could barely breathe, but every time I glanced back, I
saw flashes of blue moving through the trees. The trail
had sharp turns, and each time we rounded one, we'd
lose sight of him for a second. Then he would
be there again, still walking still following. Finally, after what
felt like forever, we caught up with another group of hikers.
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As soon as we did, the guy was gone, vanished
into the woods. We sprinted to the parking lot, jumped
in our car, and tore out of there. The whole
drive home, I kept second guessing myself and what if
there really was a baby? What if he just wanted
to confront us? Deep down I knew something was seriously wrong.
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I haven't gone back to that entrance since, and sometimes
I hike from different parts of the park. But lately
I've noticed baby clothes scattered along the trails, little socks,
a onesie, and every time I see them, that same
cold feeling crawls up my spine. The room submitted by
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Chonky Boy ninety one. I don't care if people believe
me or not. Believe what you will. This happened over
ten years ago. I never had the best relationship with
my dad, so when it came to having me move
in with him, I was dreading it. To make matters worse.
My sister will call her Jane, gave me a heads
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up about the room I was going to stay in.
I will add here it was an old Victorian house
with high ceilings. Jane had always been closer to my
dad than I ever was, so she had stayed with
him while I stayed with my mom. She told me
during her stay a few weird things happened to her,
but there was one notably unsettling story. Jane was sitting
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downstairs with the dog when all of a sudden, the
CD player turned down upstairs in her room. She didn't
think much of it, went up and turned it off,
but upon coming down the stairs, the dog was snarling
and backing away from the seat next to where she
had been sitting. Jane calmed the dog down and reassured it,
and just as the dog settled, this D player turned
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on again. This time she ran up there, turned it off,
and unplugged it from the wall. Understandably, she was anxious
and unsettled at that point and called her friend to
see if she could go over there. When all of
a sudden, the CD player turned on full blast. She
ran out of the house with the dog and then
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proceeded to stay with her friend for a while after that. Obviously,
with that knowledge, I was not particularly thrilled about my
new accommodation, but there wasn't a lot I could do,
as I was still relatively young when I moved in,
the relationship with my dad went straight to the way.
It always had physical and verbal abuse, and I just
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generally tried to avoid him, which meant I ended up
in that room a lot. Some small things that happened
were covered doors opening by themselves, and the light bulbs
falling from their sockets and smashing on my head, and
things just generally moving from place to place from where
I'd put them. I even watched a door handle turn
and a door open all by itself. But the time
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that got me was one time I was sitting playing
games in my room and there was a loud bang.
I got up to check, and at the same time
my dad from downstairs came up to investigate. The attic
hatch had swung open and hit the wall and put
a big dent into the wall. Naturally, my dad went
crazy on me, despite me trying to explain that the
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hatch was over seven feet high. I'm only five to five,
and when it happened I was in my room. The
next day, I climbed up on the banister and pushed
the hatch up and let it swing down. I mean,
after all, the wall was already dented. I wanted to
understand what had happened, as there is no way it
just fell open, and upon doing it, it didn't hit
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the wall that hard at all. That freaked me out.
After that, I was always scared going under the attic
until one day I was home alone brushing my teeth
in the bathroom. The attic hatch was in between the
room I stayed in and the bathroom. While I was
in the bathroom, I literally watched the hatch swing open
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and smash the wall again. I literally just booked it.
I think I must have missed half the stairs running
down and I left the house. After that, I ended
up staying elsewhere and never went back to that house. Unfortunately,
it seemed for a few years wherever I went some
things would happen, but eventually it all settled and there
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hasn't been any spooky stuff for a couple of years now.
The demon that tormented me by interesting dish and trigger
warning topic of suicide and mention of self harm and
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sexual assault A long story. Do you believe in the paranormal?
Since I was a kid, the unknown has always fascinated me,
even though I was being tormented by something at the
same time. I want to tell my story chronologically so
you can see how it grows. A little backstory. When
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I was seven or eight, I tripped on a cord
and busted my forehead open, and I had to get
it stitched up at the hospital. So most of my
early years I vaguely remember, and I'll do my best
to keep it straight. Ever since I can remember, I've
always had nightmares, but a specific nightmare, to be exact.
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It was a disturbing nightmare about being sexually exploited. Sometimes
I was her and it was happening in my parents' house,
but sometimes it was someone else and I was just
living through her. One of those dreams or nightmares that
I can still remember to this day was it wasn't me,
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but I was someone nine or ten with a pink
shirt on in capri blue jeans with converse shoes, sitting
outside of the sun on concrete steps to a red
brick building. Somehow I knew I did want to be there,
but I was being forced to, and I knew I
had to do actions that felt dirty and disgusting and
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left a burning hole deep in my gut. In the nightmare.
I would be waiting in the beaming sun and see
a tall guy coming upstairs and stopping by me to
stand over me. I didn't want to look up at
his face, and all I saw was that he was
just this skinny guy with straight edged blue jean pants
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and black and white vans, you know, the classic slip
on once he then started walking into the building, and
the fire in my gut grew. Knowing what was about
to happen, I would quickly wake up from the nightmare
as soon as I walked into the building. I wanted
to go back and save her, but I didn't know
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what to do or how to react. I do know
that I started to dread going to sleep. It just
felt like one time I would never wake up again
and I would be trapped there, no way of giving
myself control. Other times I would have nightmares of people
trying to kidnap me, and running in a dream while
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in fear of being kidnapped is just so raw, like
why that shit was ass Then somehow things got worse.
My dad would start to travel for work, and me
and my siblings would sleep with my mom to comfort her.
That was probably ten or eleven, and again I never
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wanted to fall asleep in fear of having a bad nightmare.
We're eventually never waking up and being lost in the
dream world. Suddenly, one night, I got flashes of an
axe going against my own mom in my head while
lying next to her. I just sat there and though,
what the hell was that kind of feeling clinging to
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my mom sleeping next to me. She moved away, and
she's just not the kind of person that likes to
be touched while sleeping. I also thought that if I
could just touch her, feel her that she was still
right next to me, that I would fall into that
dream world. I was so scared. I didn't know what
to do or how to tell my mom, Hey, I
just had flashes of chopping up your body in my
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head and I'm scared without scaring her or sounding crazy,
I brushed it off as much as I could, but
every night was a struggle to not fall asleep. At
that point, that's when things started to fly off shelves
and there were loud bangs and random voices, all of
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them becoming more prevalent during the day. I remember some
nights I could hear a whole party going on outside
of my bedroom, and I would walk out like, who
the fuck is here? Not a soul would be in
the living room or the kitchen. Most nights, I would
hear like multiple people or some entity speech shuffling right
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over me. I would always feel like there were two
or three people watching me sleep and moving around a lot,
to the point where I stopped being afraid and just
irritated by them. The shuffling got so loud eventually that
I couldn't sleep until it stopped, And one time I
woke up in the middle of the night and saw
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a shadow figure indeed watching me sleep. Another time, I
saw a group and one closest to me was wearing
a hat. There were about ten regular dark human like
figures standing behind him, kind of spread out in the room.
I would again just see the regular black shadows randomly,
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and I kind of got into my head and I
thought they were there to tell me what to do telepathically.
But after a while I stopped seeing them. It started
to become a joke that everyone was noticing random noises happening,
and my mom, being a big Christian, didn't like that.
We thought there was a ghost in the house. But
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me and my brother and sister could feel something was there.
As a kid, I loved to play imaginary teacher, and
I would set up my stuffed animals and give them
grades and tests, put them in the time out, take
them on a recess, and sometimes teach them what I
had just learned at school. My sister and I shared
the same bedroom till we were almost graduating high school,
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and at first she liked playing with me, but then
she grew out of it. Soon I couldn't play in
my own room when she was in there, so I
would teach in the kitchen or the living room, but
most of the time I just moved to my parents room.
My parents room is where things started to get worse.
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After a moment of me starting to teach my class,
I would feel something watching me, and then the feeling
would move more towards hatred, like whatever it was watching me,
it wanted me dead or suffering. There were some days
that I couldn't be in there too long or be
in a happy mood for too long, because it would
come out and watch me and then just kind of
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push hate on me. I remember one time I knew
it was in the corner of my dad's side of
the bed, and I looked right at it, feeling it
looked back at me with that hate. I imagined it
was a dark black cloud with energy flowing through it,
and I felt that it was a man, Like how
you can just feel someone's intentions, you know, that sixth
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sense was telling me it was a man. Soon I
just stopped teaching because I had no safe space left
to let my imagination run wild. Every time I saw him,
I just felt that he hated me, and it was
like a deep, strong hate. Hating an eleven year old
trying to play imaginary teaching is just wrong, and I
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started to get upset that it was happening. It's not
like I did anything to the man, not like I
killed him. I had nothing to do with whatever was
going on with him. But it was almost like he
targeted me to suffer along with his hate at a
young age. And while all this was going on, every
day I became really suicidal, and I would choke myself
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till I was about to pass out. I'd tie a
belt to the closet coorrack and then the other end
around my neck and lift my legs off the ground.
In sixth grade, that's when I began to self harm
and around high school is when myself harmon got out
of hand and I was taking way too many sleeping
pills and hopes that maybe I took too much. My
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mental state was on thin eyes as all that I'm
saying and all that at such a young age. Another
incident was when I was sleeping on the floor and
somehow I was sleeping on the floor half way in
my parents closet. My mom would just put all of
our laundry in this big pile because we didn't have
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room in the rest of the closets, and hers was
a really small one. But I remember laying on the floor.
My parents were next to a pile of clothes, putting
my feet under their bed. I was half asleep, half
away carring my mom and sister getting ready for something,
so they were coming and going out of the room.
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Suddenly I felt this slimy or just wet. The sweaty
long hand with long finger nails grabbed my foot trying
to pull me more under the bed. I jolted up
and screamed, who just grabbed my foot? And my mom
and sister came running into the room, saying it wasn't them.
I didn't know what to do, But like everything else,
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I just tried to forget it and act like it
didn't happen. Then, one time, my grandma came over from California. Frantically,
she asked my mom, why didn't you tell me you
invited that man here? And my mom replied, what man?
There's no one here but us. She said, I saw
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a man sitting in your husband's chair. She later described
him as looking really angry and mean. That reassured me
that what I was feeling was real. I eventually opened
up about my nightmares to my mom, and she told
me to put a Holy Bible under my pillow, and
so I did, and it helped out. For a while.
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Surprisingly everything stopped. I would still get nightmares now and then,
but they just weren't as frequent. Soon I would do
the same. When I would go out of my bedroom
at night, I would feel him watching me, and I
would recite scripture and eternally reject his energy. As soon
as I would speak those words, he would vanish, and
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I was actually feeling alone. Throughout my childhood, I was
very suicidal sometimes and I would hurt myself into hatred.
I just felt like I was a monster. I could
never prove it, but I believed that man was tormenting
me and putting thoughts into my head, flashing dark images
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to me to corrupt me into ending my life, whether
it be physically or mentally. And I picked myself up
through failed attempts with psych words and therapy. I realized
that only I could make a change in my life
and force out those repetitive dark thoughts. Time passed and
I was feeling better. There were endless nights of smoking
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Mary Jane and talking to myself, analyzing my mind. I
hadn't had any inner actions with that man in years,
although I felt that dark presence at my last apartment,
and I heard stories of demons attaching to people and
following them. I hope that's not my case. But that
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last connection, I was getting ready for something I can't remember,
but I do know. I was seventeen or eighteen. I
was still living with my parents. I was getting ready
in the back bathroom and my mom was getting ready
up in the front bathroom when suddenly, and I don't
know why the fuck this happened to me, but I
heard a deep male voice right next to me on
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my right side, speak my name, Elissa, bold and clear
as day. I turned my head slowly to the right
and shock and looked at the shower and seeing this
energy flow like how heat gives off a mirage. Four
seconds later, my mom called my name and the mirage
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thing disappeared. That scared the shit out of me. I
got out of the bathroom so quickly, and I felt
like I had to just brush it all off and
repeat the cycle of trying not to let it bother
me again. I think he has been following me and
just waiting. I'm twenty four now and I can't get
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over the core memories of harming myself, and I won't
forget the horrid feelings that I felt. I can never
forget the nightmares. I mean, everything seemed like torture and
fear every night. I do think it might have been
a demon instead of some guy who passed away was
just pissed off. I try not to give a thought
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or gender to give power, but I'm imprinted by it.
I get flashbacks, bursts of the same feelings that I felt,
and panic attacks too. I'm affected by it. I don't
tell a lot of people are close ones unless they
bring up similar events happening to them. Otherwise I can
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tell that they don't understand the power that's at play.
I mean, they are a trick. They will mentally and
physically mess with you. So everyone please be careful with
the dead of darkness and have an open mind for
people that experience it. Weird things in Northeastern Alabama by
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Finch's song. We're located sort of near the Appalachian Mountains,
and I've witnessed something weird recently. To give some perspective,
I live on four hundred and sixty seven acres in
northeastern Alabama. Where I live, we have very few neighbors,
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one of which is my grandparents, who have owned the
land since the early eighties. We live inside of a
hollow with tall mountains surrounding us on all sides, and
recently someone bought one of the mountains and have converted
it into an ATV park, which is pushing lots of
wildlife down onto our land. Dear coyotes, et cetera. On
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November first, my siblings went to ride on the Polaris Ranger.
It was close to ten thirty when they began making
the loop of the property, and there's a bridge over
a creek right at the start of the road that
they followed. It's basically the beacon of being home. They
rode in loops of the property from ten thirty till
about ten forty five or eleven, and then began feeling off.
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I just had a sinking feeling of dread. The eldest
of them felt at first, but didn't say anything and
continued making the loop with the younger two. After making
loop a few times again, they spotted something on the
ground and stopped to look. And this is when the
second oldest began feeling a sinking feeling as well, but
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didn't choice it as an older man said, don't stop,
just keep driving. We'll look at the ground in the morning,
and then they just continued making a loop. At about
eleven fifteen, they paused again to stop and read a
text from our mother, and when they were stopped, the
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middle one looked out across the field and saw a
large creature almost six foot tall with four legs, but
it appeared to be standing up like a human across
the field. He said, he locked eyes with it and
then he just floored it. And they all began coming
home once again, not voicing that they were scared, but
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by the time they got to the bridge, the youngest
had begun crying and begging to get home. There's a
gate leading on to the property that must be open
and clothes to come and go. So the oldest got
out to open the gate and said that she felt
that if she looked up she would vibe what she'd see. Anyway,
they floored it and made it home fine. Now for
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more details. We have a porch dog that typically follows
people when they go, but for some reason he stayed
home that night and didn't follow them when they went
out to ride on the loop. There are also cattle
out on the land, but when they were out riding,
they didn't see any of the cattle or see any
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sign of any life. It was just them, the smell
of smoke and the wind. And while driving they had
been playing music, and just before all of this occurred,
the Pumped Up Kicks began playing, which had whistling in it.
When they were coming home, they described it as feeling
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as if they were prey and being hunted, that some thing,
whatever it was, was right there with them, and if
they'd stopped or turned around, they'd never make it back.
When they came back, their pupils were all blown so
wide you couldn't see the color in their eyes anymore.
Since this happened, we've returned to that area and nothing
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seems to be a mess. I mean I say all
this to ask what could have caused that strange feeling
in all of them? What do you think happened? Did
they see a cryptid of sorts? I think I almost
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died on some paranormal property by remote sheep herder. This
was almost two years ago. Now. I had a new
job doing lawn care with an old friend, and basically
we'd spotsbury for weeds, dump fertilizer, and operate vehicles to
air rate and spread seed for the grass boring stuff.
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This was mostly for well to do people, big houses,
lots of land, but there was one place that felled off.
I couldn't put my finger on why. It was just
a strange, eerie feeling. It was a really hilly area,
big enough to have a tennis court hiding away in
the back like it was some my afterthought. I was
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new to the vehicles we had to use, but I
always sped through every area sloppily, just trying to get
the job done quickly. This place had a hill so
steep that I capsized my air raider trying to make
it over it, and it fell forward miraculously, and I
got bucked off like I'd been riding a bull. If
I had fallen backwards, which was just as likely, if
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not more so, and I hadn't been dead or at
least paralyzed from the waist down. I remember having this
adrenaline rush, propping the thing back up, and then looking
around to see if anyone else had seen me. Somehow
no one had, but I continued on like nothing happened.
A little shaken up, but relieve, I didn't think much
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of it until months later when I returned to the
same property. It took me a few moments, but I
remembered the area and felt really uneasy. Once we parked
our two trucks. When we opened up, the first chemicals
from our weed killer backpacks gushed out of the back
and onto the driveway, making a huge puddle. My boss
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was understandably irritated, assuming someone had left one on causing
the spill, but when we checked the backpacks, all three
of them were on. It was strange, but we chalked
it up to thoughtlessness. So then we opened up the
second truck, three more backpacks, all switched on with a
blue light. I remember telling my boss that every single
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pack was on and him just looking confused, saying, well,
that's no good. We had four people on the job
and six backpacks turned on. I mean, there's just no
way that goes unnoticed, especially by the boss who was
a stickler for that sort of thing. There was this
unspoken feeling between my friend and I that something was wrong,
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like there was some weird energy clinging to us. I
could see in his face that he was kind of uncomfortable. Afterwards,
I told him that was where I almost died, and
it definitely spooked us, but we never really brought it
up again. I know this isn't the scariest story, but
it's one that still kind of creeps me out whenever
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I think about it. Am I overreacting or would you
feel the same about things? That thing on crouch Mesa
by Ghostly sixteen seventeen. It was the summer of twenty twelve.
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Was seventeen at the time, and like most kids my
age in northern New Mexico, I spent my summers looking
for something to do or get into trouble. That night,
me and my best friend Sean decided to hit the
Conniemac World Series in Farmington. This was a big summer
event where semi pro youth baseball players from all over
the country came to compete. We didn't go over the baseball, though,
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We went for the scene and the energy, and yeah,
the chance of meeting some girls. It was a good night,
nothing unusual until the drive on the Old Highway. On
the way back home, I decided to take a detour
on Old crouch Mesa Highway, a desolate, high desert stretch
that winds through wide basins and low hills. You can
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see the faint outline of the La Plata and San
Juan mountain ranges off in the distance to the north,
but out there at night it's pitch black, just your headlights,
the moon, and the sound of the radio. My mom
used to work out there for an oil field company
that reclaimed contaminated soil, so I'd been down that road
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hundreds of times, day and night. But no matter how
many times I drove it, I always got that uneasy,
heavy feeling in my gut. We turned off the highway
after some time to the east, and eventually we came
up on the four way stop, half of it somewhat paved,
and the other road that intersected was nothing but dirt
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road for miles, the kind of intersection where you'd never
see another car. Normally, i'd run right through it, but
I'd been pulled over a few months earlier for doing
exactly that, and I wasn't about to risk my mom
finding out again, so I eased the car to a
full stop. Sean sat in the passenger seat quiet. For once.
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He had this habit of yelling watch out or stop
whenever I was driving, just to mess with me, almost
causing car crashes. But after years of his pranks, I
had learned to ignore him. But that night, as I
stopped at the intersection, he shouted, Hey, what's that. I
rolled my eyes and then turned towards him to tom
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to shut up. But when I looked back toward the road,
there was a figure about twenty or thirty yards ahead.
Something massive crossed the road. It moved from left to right,
slowly and deliberately, and kind of like a phantom. For
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a few seconds, I froze. My mind couldn't process what
I was seeing. I mean, it was humanoid, but too tall,
too broad. The shoulders looked like they belonged to a
linebacker for the Denver Broncos. Under the moonlight, it moved
with purpose, and Sean started yelling, go, go go. I
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slammed my foot down on the gas, my heart pounding
out of my chest. A few moments later he yelled again, stop,
slow down. I slammed on the brakes and both of
us looked into the darkness. Just the illumination from the
car headlights and the moon were out there. We rolled
the windows down and the air was cold and silent,
(32:22):
and we saw it again. The thing was now off
to the right, maybe thirty or forty yards away, and
it was the same, hulking figure. It was facing away,
half lit by the moon, and just walking into the
void of darkness. The best way I could describe it
maybe imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger. Maybe taller seven feet, maybe huge shoulders,
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long arms, with thick legs. I never saw its face,
and I thank god I didn't that night. I'd been
down that road my whole life, but I'd never seen
anything like that. When I finally dropped Sean off at
his house, I begged him to stay the night at
my place. My mom was out of town with her boyfriend,
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and I didn't want to be by myself. When his
mom said no, she wasn't in the mood to let
him go anywhere that night, after he had already been
gone most of the day. So I drove home, locked
every door, and lay awake all night, staring out the window,
dreading if what I saw was real. And I was
(33:28):
still trying to comprehend what I saw. I know that
area had farmland and had farmers. Maybe it was a horse.
I was so terrified I actually called my mom, begging
her to come home because I told her I'd just
seen Bigfoot. That was the first time I truly believed
in something out there, something not human. But it wouldn't
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be the last time. Since that night, I've had two
more encounters. One a couple of years later in north
eastern New Mexico at a party on one of my
friends hundreds of acres of farmland. At that time, Me, Sean,
and four others all saw the same thing. And then later,
oddly we heard little girls laughing in the darkness. And
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at another time it was in the mountains of Washington
while I was in the Air Force attending survival, evasion, resistance,
and escape training. Each time the feeling was the same,
a sense of being watched by something powerful and not
wanting to be seen. But that night, back in twenty twelve,
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on the empty stretch of crouch Mesa, that's where it
all started. Hey, gang, thanks for listening to the episode.
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If you have a true scary story of any nature
that you'd like me to narrate, email it to Uncle
Josh True Scary Stories at gmail dot com. I read
them all. If you like what you've heard and seen
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(35:22):
why not subscribe? Tell a friend about the channel. All
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to my tea public storefront is in the description as well.
Everyone be excellent to each other and until next time,
be wary of things that go bump in the night.
It could be anything, a ghost, a monster, or the
guy next door.
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