True Scary Stories Listener Supported Volume 12

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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. Hey, gang, I

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am in the midst of the final weeks of selling
and buying a new home, so things are a little
bit crazy. Doing my best to get out new content
to you, but I also wanted to share some great
submissions from over the years on this episode, So bear
with me during this time. It's a little hectic around here.
Everyone sit back, relax, and enjoy the stories. D and

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D Girl Mistake submitted by Floyd W. Yeah, I played
D and D. Shoot me. I don't care what anyone says.
It's no different than plugging into a computer, Xbox and
blowing away a few hours. It's all the same, and
I have a good time. I should mention I'm twenty
seven and while I'm not Brad Pitt, I'm not the

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guy who lives in mom's basement either. This happened last
year around this time. I'd broken up with my girlfriend
of three years in an amicable split. Her job took
her elsewhere, and we are still really good friends despite
not being a couple. These things happen. I'm going to
keep this short and sweet, but it's the most fucked
up thing that's ever happened. To me. My friend owns

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a comic book store in my town, and every other
Thursday night we play D and D there. There's six
of us, four guys and a girl who will all
remain nameless for the story. I would usually get there
around six thirty and my friend and I would have
a bite and a beer and get things set up.
He closed his shop at seven on Thursdays, but sometimes
there's still people meandering around the comics and other stuff

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he sells, so the rest of us just hang out. Well,
on this particular night, right before he was closing up,
this woman came in twenties, really sexy, and started checking
out everything in the store. We were all just hanging out,
having a beer or two, waiting to get the game going,
but she just wasn't leaving. Finally, my buddy said, hey,

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I'm closing up shop, and then she noticed us getting
ready to play. Out of nowhere, she asked if she
could join us and my buddy the DM looked at
us and we all said, hey, why not. One of
my friends pulled her aside and started rolling her up
a character, and we all settled in for a couple hours.
If harm was gaming, she took a seat next to me,

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and I'll call her Nikki. She had played before, so
it was easy for her to get into things. But
I did notice that she kept looking at the door
of the place, even though my buddy had pulled the
shades on the windows and door. She just kept doing
it all night long. Anyway, it was a fun night
and we were wrapping things up just before ten, and
she asked me if I wanted to get a drink elsewhere.

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We did a pretty good rap going all night, and
I was actually thinking about asking her for her number,
but here she was asking me out sold. We left
and walked up the street and went to a dive
bar i'd been to before. It had a couple of
more beers. All the while she was talking to me,
but she kept looking around the place as if waiting
for someone to come in. No one she knew did,

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and that's when I offered her a ride home. She accepted,
and then in an embarrassed way, told me that where
she actually lived it was not the nicest part of
town we were in. But hey, I'm never one to
judge someone on that sort of thing. I suppose maybe
I should have thought better of it on this night, though,
We got to my car and I started making my
way through town to the seatier side of life, when

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I noticed lights coming up right behind my car. At first,
I thought it was just someone wanting to pass, but
the car hit the brights and I got a little pissed.
Nikki said something under her breath that I didn't catch,
but just then a cop was coming from the other direction,
and the car behind me backed off. He soon turned
down a different street, so I breathed the little. I

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got to her apartment and it was an upper and
she asked me if I wanted to come in. Score,
I thought. We got inside her place and it was
a total shit box on the outside, but pretty nice inside.
Getting a couple of beers, we sat on our couch
talking when I heard some heavy footsteps coming up her
stairs and then a massive banging on her door. Open up, bitch,

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I know you're in there. Nicki looked at me and
I thought, oh, fuck her boyfriend. Great, that's just great.
She didn't move, but the pounding kept up, and then
a low voice said, open the fucking door. Don't make
me wait another minute. Nicki got up, opened the door,

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and in walked three of the biggest human beings. I've
ever seen? Who the fuck is this guy? Said the
biggest dude. Before NICKI could say, he just kind of
backhanded her away and walked over to me. I put
a hand up and said, look, man, I don't want
any trouble. He just stared at me and then laughed,

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get your coat, bitch. He was speaking to NICKI, not me.
What do you think you're coming with us? Punk that
was directed at me. Nicki said, he's got nothing to
do with this bee, and he just continued staring at
me for a second. I felt like I was in
that crazy scene with Frank in Blue Velvet, you know

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that movie, and that I was going for a ride.
The dude just said, where's the shit? And Nicki left
the room and came back with a duffel bag and
handed it to him. Take your ass down to the car,
he said, and Nicky sort of looked at me and
then left with the two other guys. The big dude
then pulled out a gun. Fuck me if I know

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what kind it was, but he put it right up
to my forehead. This never happened. You were never here,
you never met her, and you sure as shit don't
remember me. Then He picked up my beer and handed
it to me and said, drink up, wait five minutes,
then get the hell out of here and don't come back.

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He put the gun away and left, and I was
shaking with disbelief, but did exactly what he said. I
sat there and finished my beer, waited five minutes, and
then got up to leave, but not before grabbing two
more beers out of the fridge. My nerves were shot
and I was still thinking I could be shot on
my way out. I got down to my car and
there was no one in sight, so I just got

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my ass out of there. I drank the two cans
on my way home, with the adrenaline totally kicking in,
and I mean I was literally shaking. I got to
my place, got inside, had another beer, and then just
sat in the darkness, wondering what the hell had just happened.
I never saw Nikki again. When I asked around at

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the dive bar, no one there knew who she was,
and she certainly never went to my buddy's shop again.
I've driven past her apartment a couple of times, but
there's not enough money in the world for me to
go up there and see if she's there. So yeah,
I have no idea what went down that night, and
figure it's for the best that I don't know. What
I do know is is I've never seen a gun

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up close like that before, and I never want one
pointed at me again either. The lesson learned, if something
looks too good to be true, it probably is. We
keep the D and D game closed to just friends now.

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Ghost on the Lake submitted by Scott h Hey, Uncle
Josh wanted to tell you this story about something that
happened to me and my cousin in the Adirondecks. I've
heard you mentioned the Adirondeck from time to time and
that you like it up there, so I thought I
would share this happened to me in the early two thousands.
My family went on a vacation to a place called

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Big Moose Lake in the Adirondacks. We were staying at
a house that was owned by a friend of the family,
and we're going to be there for a week. We
did a lot of fishing and boating, and outside of
a couple towns not too far away where there is
some stuff, there's not a whole lot to do up
there other than fish and boat. I mean I'm not
knocking it, but as a kid, we got bored. One

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night around the campfire we were having, my uncle was
telling scary stories to me and my three cousins. I
was there with my parents and sister and those other
people on that side of the family. Most of his
stories were cheesy and not that scary, but my dad
asked him to tell us a story that really happened
at the lake. It's all true, and you can look
it up if you want to. Around the turn of

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the century, and I mean the nineteen hundreds, a woman
was killed by a guy and he threw her into
Big Moose Lake, drowning her. People in the town were
shocked about it at the time, and I know the
guy went to prison and was later sentenced to death
when they caught him. So the rumor went that the
ghost of a woman and Grace Brown can be seen
or heard on a part of the lake during full moons.

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We weren't staying at that part of the lake, but
it wasn't far from us. It was basically on the
other side of this peninsula or whatever. I know, I'm
not making a great description of it, but if anybody
wants to look up the Lake. There's maps and stuff
on Google. Just look for Higbee Road and Big Moose Lake.
We were staying off of Higbee Road. Where this woman
was drowned was in a part of the lake that

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was really just a short walk from the house we
were staying at. We did have a canoe at our disposal,
and after hearing the story, we decided to play ghost
hunters the next night to see if we could find
the ghost of Grace Brown. Mind you, it's very stupid
to go out on a lake at night without lights,
but we were fourteen years old and looking for some
mischief to get into the entire day. We planned it

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out as there was a full moon that week, when
no one was paying attention. We snuck the canoe down
the road and threw some woods and left it on
the bank of the water so we could get into
it at night without making a whole lot of noise.
We waited until everyone had gone to sleep, and we
faked that we were sleeping, but then as quiet as
we could, we snuck out of the house and made

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our way by flashlight back to the canoe. Of course,
we were a little freaked out, even though I don't
really believe in ghosts, but it gets very quiet up
there at night, and you could only hear loons and
stuff like that. Most people don't drive their boats around
on the lake at night, at least they didn't when
I was there. People just had fires and parties or whatever.

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My cousin I'll call him Jeff, was worried about bears
because bears abound in that area, and we didn't see any,
but it just added to the spookiness of everything. We
finally got to the canoe and got it into the
water as quietly as we could. There were some houses around,
but we didn't notice any lights, and during the day
when we brought the canoe over, we checked around and

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it didn't look like anyone was staying in them at all.
So in the moonlight, we paddled out onto the water
and my cousin asked what we should do. I said,
maybe we should just whisper the name Grace Brown a
few times and see if we could get any results.
I know this sounds so stupid, and we were just
kids just trying to have some fun. After a while

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of nothing happening, I started laughing. The whole thing was
totally absurd, and we started making fun of the entire situation,
rather than just being scared. So of course now we're
cracking jokes about Grace Brown and about how ugly she
probably was, and other terrible things that no one should
say about dead people. I mean, we were just being
total ass hats. We decided to turn around and go

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back to the shore, and that's when I heard a
faint noise off to my left. It sounded like something
was in the water. I mentioned it to Jeff and
we were quiet for a minute, and he said it
was probably just a loon or something. But then it
sounded not like thrashing and not like swimming, but someone
just treading water. There's no way anyone would have been

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out there swimming in the middle of the night, so
we ruled that out pretty fast. We listened again, and
that's when we heard a faint voice say I'm right here.
I heard it as clear as day. It was faint,
but it was there, a female voice saying I'm right here.

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We looked at each other in the dark, only in
the moonlight, and I said, no way. Jeff said, dude,
I heard it, and you heard it. We continued to
hear the sound of treading water, and then a little
bit louder, the same female voice saying I'm right here.
I looked all around, as did Jeff, and we didn't

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see anything. But Jeff suddenly rocked in the canoe and said,
holy shit, get out of here, Get out of here,
Get out of here. I asked what the hell he
was talking about, and he almost yelled out, which I
told him to shut up. Just let's get out of here,
and he said, I see it, I see it. I
didn't question him and just started paddling the canoe and

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he did too. We made it back to shore in
record time. We pulled the canoe up onto land, and
I said, what the hell did you see? To this day,
he swears on his grandmother's grave that he saw a
figure of a woman all in white standing on the water,
maybe twenty yards from us. I never saw it, and

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I'm not totally sure he did, but the fact that
we did, hear someone saying I'm right here, and his
vision or whatever, that was enough for us to just
get back to the house and get into bed. We
snuck back in and didn't get busted, and the next
day we went to get the canoe. Thank god, it
was still there. We just stood there looking out across

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the water where people were now starting to water ski
and stuff. We talked about it the rest of the
week and eventually told my dad and uncle. At first,
they were unbelievably pissed off that we had done what
we had done and gone out on the water in
the middle of the night without telling anyone, But when
we told them about the ghost, they just started laughing.

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We told them we were serious, but they just brushed
us off and said that if we pulled a stunt
like that again, we would be confined to the house
for the rest of the week. So yeah, that's my
one and only paranormal story and experience I've ever had.
I'm not sure that my cousin really saw what he
says he saw, but I'm one hundred percent sure in
the moonlight of that lake I heard a woman say

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I'm right here. The fact that it was close to
the place where this woman really did drown still haunts
me to this day. Short but scary, submitted by Jonathan Vee.

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Back in the mid to late eighties, I can't remember
the year exactly, my family went to visit some friends
of the family who lived outside of Cowdersport, Pennsylvania. It
was a boring drive there, but we knew it was
going to be fun because they lived on a farm,
not a huge farm, but they had a couple of
cows and some other animals. I guess it was more
of a hobby than anything else. When we got there,

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we had fun learning about the animals and checking them
out and everything. But my friend Tom, who was my age,
said Hey, we should climb the mountain behind his house.
I thought that was really cool because where we've lived
was nothing but flat, flat, flat everywhere. To be in
the mountains was kind of neat. So my little brother Josh,

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his little brother Keith, and I all went up, following
Tom as he knew the best way up there. It
was pretty hard going as the mountain got steeper as
we went, and when we got to the top, we thought, hey,
maybe we can camp out here tonight. At this point
I should point out that Tom and I were the
oldest and we were only about fourteen at the time.

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We got super stoked to do it and not even
asking our parents for permission, we just started preparing a
camp site. Then we made our way back down to
the house and to ask if we could actually go
back up there, and our parents reluctantly said yes. It
was late spring, so pretty warm during the day, but
it would get very cold at night. So Tom's father

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rummaged around for some extra sleeping bags, and we got
all of our gear together and figured we'd also pull
some on a sled behind us with some rope back.
We trudged up the hill with our dad saying that
they were going to check on us later before we
went to sleep. Man, you could get away with so
much more in parenting back in the eighties than you
could now. We had brought along some sandwiches that our

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moms had made us, and some other snacks were later
that night, including some marshmallows to roast over a fire.
We made the arduous journey back up the mountain, got
to our campsite and set up two pup tents quickly.
We then made a fire pit and got a fire going,
even though it was only about six in the evening.
With all of the trees around us, it got dark
pretty quick and we wanted to make sure that we

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had a fire going with plenty of firewood around us
so we wouldn't have to go looking for that in
the night. We were laughing and having a good time
and just drinking soda and being guys. At around eight thirty,
we heard something walking towards us and we all stopped
totally forgetting that. Our dad said they were going to
come and check on us. Into the firelight, they came

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and commented on how well we had set up camp,
and then hung out with us for a little bit.
My dad at first was saying, hey, maybe this isn't
such a good idea, but he was shouted down and
we all ended up staying. We stayed up pretty late,
roasting marshmallows, telling scary stories and all that kind of thing. Well,
we decided it was probably time to hit the hay.

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We figured we'd burn a couple more logs and then
go into our tents. And while we were doing that,
Keith said, you guys see that. We all looked at him, like,
what what are you talking about? And he pointed off
into the distance, which was nothing but blackness. I kept

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looking at and said, what are you talking about? I
don't see anything, But then my little brother Josh said, yeah,
what is that? Is that a bear? Tom and I
strained to see what the heck they were looking at,
And after a few seconds, our eyes adjusted and we
saw it too, And while there are lots of bears

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out there, this was not a bear. We sat looking
at it, trying to figure out what it was. In
the darkness. All we could see were two piercing yellow eyes,
maybe six feet off the ground, but there was something
strange about them. They kept like bobbing up and down,
and that's when we realized it was moving towards us.

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I looked at Tom and said, could that be an owl?
Maybe it's hurt or something, and it's just kind of
flying erratically. Tom shook his head and said, I've never
seen an owl do anything like that. And as this
thing got closer, its shape began to tell more form
in the faint outlines of the fire. We finally got

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a glimpse of this thing, and to this day, I
am telling you the truth. It was about six feet tall,
but its arms hung way far down its body. It
sort of looked like a man, but its head was
compacted onto its chest like it had no neck at all.

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Its long arms drooped down past its knees, and its
knees were bent at a funny angle, kind of like
the back of a goat. Years later, I would joke
after seeing this terrible movie called Manos the Hands of Fate,
don't even bother watching it. It's terrible, but the bad
special effects they had if a guy who was dressed
up to look like a goat was what this thing

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kind of looked like from the waist down. For whatever reason,
we didn't run, just terrified into the night. We all
stood transfixed looking at this thing. No one said a word,
and it didn't make any noise as it kind of
got closer and closer to us. Finally it was on
the edge of the actual bright light of the fire

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and it stood up. I can't tell you how terrified
we were, but we were all rooted to the ground
in shock and fright. This thing had yellow skin and
the brighter yellow eyes, and again its head seemed to
be embedded almost to its chest. It opened up a
strange looking mouth with only a couple of teeth in it,

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and then it raised one of its really long arms
and pointed over our shoulders back down the hill. Again,
for no strange reason, we didn't freak out and just
tear out of there. Tom said, I think we should
just pack up and go. This thing stared at us
for another ten or fifteen seconds, and then slowly walked

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back into the darkness. It's back to us, this time,
not making a sound, just going and fading away. We
all looked at each other and said, I think we
really ought to go. We knew what would be dangerous
going back down the hill at night. We knew we
were going to get yelled at by our parents, but
there was no way we were staying up there. So

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before we put out the fire, we packed up all
of our stuff, got out our flashlights, and then made
our way back down the hill. Once we secured the
camp and knew that the fire was out for good,
we made our way down the hill, slipping and sliding
half the way by this point, pretty scared and trying
to make as fast time as possible. It was a
little before midnight when we hit the back porch and

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our parents were still up talking or doing whatever his
parents do. And yes, they were very angry that we
had come down the hill without them knowing, but they
just immediately sent us to bed without asking what the
heck had happened up there, Only that we could tell
they were pretty pissed off. The next morning, when we
woke up It was a Sunday and my family was

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going to be heading back home later that day. We
told them what we had seen, and everyone looked at
us like, yeah, sure, that's what happened. Our fathers winked
at each other, knowing, yeah, a bunch of scared kids
in the woods. They can't handle it. Maybe it was
a mistake to let him go up there. All I
know is that we saw what we saw. Unfortunately, Keith

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is no longer with us. He passed away a few
years ago, very very young for his age. I lost
touch with Tom. I have no idea where he lives now,
and I should ask my mom because I know he's
still friends with his mom. Of course, I'm in contact
with my little brother Josh, and we do talk about
it from time to time. Because it's been so long,

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it does seem more like a crazy legend that's passed
down from generation to generation to scare kids from going
into the woods. But we know what we saw. Whatever
that thing is, I've never heard anyone tell any kind
of story like the one we have. I've never heard
about any other legends that involve something like that. There
is some legend called high Hat, and maybe that's what

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it was, but it certainly didn't have a high hat.
Its head was scrunched so low either way. For all
I know, that weird creature is still out there wandering
around in the mountains outside of Cowdersport, Pennsylvania. Scam artist

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Submitted by Charlie. This happened a couple of years back
in my neighborhood. I live in a quiet neighborhood on
a dead end street with my wife and little girl.
I've also an extremely large and extremely protective Golden retriever.
He's a big sap once you get to know him
and he recognizes you, but he still has that instinct
in him to bark and growl at people he doesn't

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know when they come to the door yard when I'm
out with him. Little kids love him because he's so tolerant,
and like I said, he's a big dope. All retrievers
are big dopes. He doesn't play too much of a
role in this, but his first instinct about the guy
who came into my yard should tell you everything about
what happens in this story. So I was doing some

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yard work in my front yard on this particular summer
day while my wife and kid were out doing something
fun the sacrifices of a dad. This teenage kid came
walking down the street and I noticed he was going
door to door. We get that from time to time.
Outside of the Jehovah's witnesses, people are always looking to
sell replacement windows or taking names for people running for office.

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But our neighborhood is pretty tight knit. We usually give
a heads up if something is shady. At this point,
I didn't think anything was going that south. The guy
made his way down the street and came back up
towards me and waved to me as my dog was
barking at him. Kujo was on a leash. Yes that's
his real name, and I waved the dog down and
he laid down, still looking at the guy walking towards

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me and growling. I asked the guy what was up
after saying good afternoon, and it turns out he was
selling some kind of cleaner. He had a bottle in
his hand which was empty, and a clipboard in the other.
He told me all about the cleaner and I listened intently,
as I love infomercials and all the bullshit that goes
with them. For whatever reason, I was feeling charitable and

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thought Hey, I'll buy a bottle just to make this
kid's days. I'm sure he didn't sell shit. All the while,
Kujo was still growling. This kid was a terrible salesman,
and I was also offering him some tips on how
to sell better. And that's what he told me, that
he didn't have any of the cleaner. It was something
I had to order. I looked at him for a

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second and said, well, you know what, I don't think
I'm gonna be able to help you there. I'm not
big into giving out any information. Willy Nilly, I mean,
God bless him. He kept trying to sell me. I
asked him where he was from. Kujo still growling, and
he faltered for a second and then said he was
from North Carolina. I live in New York. I asked

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him how long he'd been selling this stuff and where
the company was based, and he said it was based
out of North Carolina and that he had just started.
Kujo kept growling, and all the while, this guy kept
looking up the street and I asked him what was up.
He said that his ride was supposed to pick him
up at the corner of my neighborhood. So I said,

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you're just walking around with no samples, trying to sell
this stuff, and your boss or whatever is driving around.
He again hedged a little bit, and I said, I'm sorry, man,
I can't help you. If you had something on you
or your boss does, I can just buy right now.
I'm in Other than that, good luck. He again faltered
and then sort of mumbled and walked away to my

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next door neighbor's house. I knew she wasn't home. She
happened to be on a cruise that week. Part of
me was going to yell out, hey, no one's home,
but then I realized how stupid that would have been.
I started getting the feeling that this was more than
just selling some cleaner, and I was right. Kujo kept
growling and then started barking as the guy walked away.

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We both watched him. As the kid went to my
next door neighbor's house and rang the bell and waited
for a minute before moving on. I noticed he didn't
go to any of the other houses on my street,
and then I just saw him standing waiting at the corner.
Then I saw him get into a beat up old
piece of shit dodge Intrepid and it quickly drove away.
I finished up my yard work and was going to

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grab a beer and watch some baseball, and I forgot
that i'd left Kujo out on the front lawn. When
I went out there, he was still on his lead,
but was being attacked by some neighborhood kids. And they
were all just rolling around laughing, and Kujo was in heaven.
Something caught my attention, though. I looked over to my
neighbor's house and saw another person I didn't recognize ringing

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the bell. I didn't say anything, it just kept talking
to the kids, and he obviously hadn't noticed me, because
then I saw him peeking into the front windows over
some bushes. I still didn't say anything until he started
to walk around the side of my house farthest from me,
and then I wandered over into my neighbor's yard. I
saw the guy looking into more windows and yelled out, hey, buddy,

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what do you think you're doing over there. He stopped
and looked at me with big eyes and said some
bullshit about how he had to drop something off but
couldn't just leave the item on the doorstep. I told
him I'd be happy to take it from him and
give it to my neighbor. She was probably in the
shower or something. Of course, he had nothing in his hands,
and I knew the entire thing was nonsense. He faltered again,

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just like the kids selling the non existent cleaner. As
he stood there, I told him, I think you best
just better be moving on here, buddy, and without a word,
he walked by me and went up the street and
around the corner. Now I knew something was up. I
try to stay out of everybody's business, but I do
get involved when I feel something is not right in

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my neighborhood. My next door neighbor on the other side
came over when I went back to the kids in
Kujo and I made mention that I think something was
going on. He'd also had a visit from the kid
with the cleaning spray and thought something was out about
the whole thing too. I told him we should just
keep an eye on Mary's house. As I told him
what had happened with the other guy coming back to

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snoop around, I was convinced those two guys were in cahoots.
I did have a key to Mary's house and would
take care of things for her when she was away
on trips, but I had no real reason to go
over there right then, But later that night, when my
wife and kid were having the nightly bath and getting
ready for bed, something felt awry in my stomach. I

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told my wife I was going over next door to
check on Mary's house, and she gave it no second thought.
I did that from time to time. I hadn't told
her about the weirdos in the neighborhood earlier, though, Again,
something made me think something was up, so I went
down into my basement, opened my gun safe, and took
out my six hour P three twenty and put it
into my waistband. I went over to Mary's and went

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to the back door with my key, and right away
I saw something was not right. It looked like someone
had tried to pry the back door open. I mean
the screen door slash storm door was open, but I
could see the paint had been scratched in a couple
of places. Then, thinking maybe something had happened that Mary
was aware of, I just shrugged it off and went inside.

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I was still standing in the kitchen and just going
to do a quick ones through of the house when
I heard someone upstairs. I froze and listened intently and
heard someone walking around up there. Then I noticed two
distinct sets of sound and realized there were more than
one person in the house. I'd forgotten to bring my
cell phone with me and let out a quiet sigh.

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Looking back, I should have just gone home and called
nine one one, but for some reason, I decided to
quietly go upstairs. Not a smart move, and I urge
anyone listening to this to not do what I did.
And I know this has been pretty boring so far,
but here it comes. When I got to the top
of the stairs, the two people walking around must have
heard me because they stopped moving, which really blew because

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now I couldn't tell which room they were in. I said,
in a loud voice, after pulling out my P three twenty,
whoever you are, come out into the hallway. I'm armed
and the police have been called. Do yourself a favor.
I was met with silence. Then I heard a noise
in a room two doors down the hallway. I quietly

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walked over to that door that was closed and reached
for the door handle. That's when I heard a noise
behind me, and as I was turning heard another voice say,
put the fucking gun down. I hadn't been able to
get a glimpse of who was behind me, but the
voice then said, I have a gun pointed at your head.
I stood not doing anything. Yep, I had put my

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foot in it and was now in a very bad situation.
There was more noise from the room I was about
to go in, and the door swung open. It was
the guy who I had chased away earlier. He only
had a pillow case of god knows what in his
hands and no weapon. Without thinking, I jumped at him,
pushing him back into the bedroom and he fell back,

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and I kept the gun pointed at him and yelled
out to the other guy, whatever the fuck you've got,
drop it and get on the floor. I've got your
buddy right here. There was silence again, and I told
the guy on the floor to get up and move
into the hallway. I don't know why I did that.
He crawled on all fours into the hallway, and I
heard his buddy say, shit, what the fuck are you doing?

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Man to his buddy, not me. I poked my head
out into the hallway and saw the guy did indeed
have a gun. He wasn't the kid from earlier, but
it was a whole other guy, and before I could
do anything, the guy fired off a shot that whizzed
by my head. Even after the sound of the shot,
I could hear the bullet going right by me. I

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ducked back into the bedroom and heard them start to argue,
and then I heard one of them run down the stairs,
getting all of my courage together. I poked my head
out again and saw the guy that I had covered
in the bedroom still lying on the floor. Then the
cavalry came. During all of this, my other neighbor had
gone over to my house to borrow my air compressor,
and my wife told him that I had come over here.

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He used his brain and immediately called the police, thinking
something was up. I heard the front door open and
a whole bunch of yelling. The police had pulled up
without sirens or lights and were apprehending the guy who
had shot at me as he tried to go out
the front door. I went into the hallway with my
gun trained on the guy lying on the ground, and
when the police came in, I yelled out who I was,

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that I was armed, and at the top of the
stairs with another one of the people who had broken in.
They yelled at me to put my firearm down and
back away from the guy, and I yelled out yes, sir,
and set the gun down in a bedroom. I told
them I'm standing at the end of the hallway with
my arms up. My firearm is in a bedroom. The
guy is still lying on the floor. Two of them

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came up the steps and grabbed the guy while one
looked at me with his gun trained at me. Awesome
way to ship my pants twice in one night, once
having been shot at, and now a cop is pointing
his gun at me. So I'm kidding about the second part.
I know he was doing his job and he put
his gun down immediately when he saw me, but it
was still scary as fuck. They dragged both of the

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guys out and into a car, and I spent a
ton of time going over and over what had happened.
I told them everything from earlier on in the day
up to my suspicions and how I got in here.
Other cops showed up and did a bunch of work
in the hallway upstairs where the guy had taken his shot.
The way that they figured it, I was one lucky guy.

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By determining where I had been standing, They said, it
was literally inches from the trajectory of the bullet. Eventually
I got home to a crying wife after walking by
every single neighbor who had come out to see what
the hell had happened. Thank god, my kid was asleep.
My buddy from next door came over and we had
a beer trying to calm down. He was still worked up.

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My wife read me the Riot Act for not taking
my cell phone or calling the police immediately, and I
shut my stupid face because I knew she was right.
I mean, she was more scared than mad at me.
It turns out the guys had gotten in through an
unlocked window, so all ended well. I had some splaining
to do to my neighbor Mary when she got home,

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but thankfully these guys got away with nothing. I'm not
gonna lie. It was the scariest thing that has ever
happened to me. I don't ever recommend doing what I did,
and I certainly don't want anyone to have a gun
pointed at them, let alone being shot at. My ears
were ringing the next day after that. That's about the
craziest thing that ever happened in my neighborhood, and lots

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of neighbors came over to thank me for what I
had done, and of course a lot of the armchair
quarterbacks had a lot of advice and criticism of what
I had done, but they all saw the good in
what I was trying to do. Be vigilant, everyone, keep
your eyes open in your neighborhood for shit that seems off,
because if you think it is, it probably is. Again,

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I can't stress enough. I don't recommend doing what I did,
but other than not calling the police first, I'm not
going to say I'm not proud for getting two thugs
out of my neighborhood and maybe sending a message that
that kind of shit won't fly on my street. Thanks
for reading my story, Uncle Jay. Bathroom sex Saved My life.

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Submitted by Astrocreed three thousand. Back in the eighties, when
I was a stupid teenager, my parents went away in
a two week vacation, leaving me at home to hold
down the fort. I was sixteen at the time and
they were mixing business and pleasure, so I was happy
to stay home. I mean, who isn't at that age.

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Parties in that sort of thing were nothing that even
crossed my mind. I mean, the rule was don't do it,
and I didn't do it. However, there was going to
be a rager at my friend's house, so I saw
it as a win win. I could go to that party,
drink way more than I should, and get home without
my parents knowing anything. What could possibly go wrong, I'll

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tell you what can go wrong, A stupid friend with
a stupid big mouth. I went to the party with
a bunch of friends and was hoping to hook up
with a girl I liked. We'd been going back and
forth about going steady, and we'd made out a couple
of times, and I was hoping that we would take
it further. Turns out she did too, and she became
my girlfriend. D At that party when I asked her,

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the party was a super fun time and we both
got very tipsy. I told her that my house was
empty and maybe we should go back there for a
little privacy, and what she said kind of shocked me.
She said, oh, yeah, I know your parents are gone. Nick,
a friend of mine has been telling anyone who will
listen that your parents aren't home. I slapped my forehead

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thinking about how I was going to slap Nick. I mean,
what an asshole? So when my buzz stayed, I did
go downstairs with my new girlfriend, whom i'll call Jenny,
and I found Nick and gave him a shove, not
that I'm going to fight you shove, but a hard
enough one and said, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Why are you telling anyone about my house? He was

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hammered and stammered out an apology, but kept saying he
didn't think it was a big deal. Okay, thanks a lot,
dumb ass. The party was wrapping up and Jenny happened
to be staying home alone with her sisters as well.
Her parents were also out of town. I asked her
when she needed to be home, and she said her
older sister said to be back by two am. Right then,

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it was around eleven, so I asked her if she
wanted to come over, and told her that I would
make sure to walk her home before she had to
be there. She giggled and held my hand and we
went back to my house. When we got there, we
went in through the back door and I grabbed a
couple of beers out of the fridge, breaking the no
party roll, but not that it was really breaking any
rule because it was just the two of us. We

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sat on the couch making out for a while, and
she wasn't a slut and I certainly wasn't a player.
But one thing led to another we started having sex.
A great way to start a relationship. I'm serious. I
stayed with her for the next three years until we
both went to different colleges. I'm still friends with her
to this day. No regrets being sixteen and unbelievably frisky.

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We kept at it for a while and we're changing
the rooms that we were doing it in. For some reason,
she said, hey, let's go into your parents' bathroom. My
parents had a very big bathroom off of their bedroom.
That wasn't a big thing in my circle of friends
at the time to have a bathroom that big, And
she said, hey, we could shower afterwards. So the way

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we went like the sex crazed rabbits we were. And
when we finished that time, we were just laying on
the carpet next to the jacuzzie tub, and that's when
I heard some voices downstairs. I looked at Jenny and said,
don't say anything. At first, she thought she just didn't
want to get them bare by my friends and asked
if it was Nick or one of my other friends,

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and I shook my head no. Then I said, I
don't know who that is. Then I thought me, I'm
a dumbass. I forgot to lock the back door. So
we listened to two or three voices going through my
house and they were downstairs. Thankfully I hadn't turned on
the bathroom light, so we just lay there on the

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floor quietly as they made their way through the house.
We were both pretty scared as to who it could be,
but we just huddled close, me on top of her
to protect her as best I could if someone came
through the door. The voices came into my parents' bedroom
and one said, none of the shit's worth anything. He
must have been going through my mom's costume jewelry. My

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parents kept their really valuable stuff locked in a safe,
and I mean some pretty valuable stuff, a lot of
jewelry that had been handed down through the years in
my family. And my dad had a very expensive set
of wristwatches, I mean Rolexes, Braitlings, you name it. Tens
of thousands of dollars in watches. When I got married,

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he gave me two investment. After a few minutes, the
voices left the bedroom, and we heard their footsteps going downstairs.
Then I heard another voice I did recognize it was Nick,
and then I heard others, some of my friends. They
had decided to pay me a visit after going to

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another party and getting even drunker, figuring they could all
just crash at my house. There was a loud yell
and a ton of noise downstairs. A big fight had
broken out. Now I got up, yanked up my pants
and ran down there to see what the hell was
taking place in my house. Six of my friends had
basically subdued these three guys, who were easily in their twenties. Amazingly,

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nothing had gotten broken, but these guys did get their
asses handed to him. They were not expecting that someone
had called nine to one one of my house and
the police showed up promptly, and now they had to
deal with a bunch of drunk guys and two other
people who reeked of sex. The guys who had broken
in hadn't taken anything. Again, this was all Nick's fauld

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and his big fucking mouth, talking about how my parents
weren't home, and somehow throwing in about my dad's watches
in the same conversation, how the hell that happened, I'll
never know, and he doesn't really remember either. It might
have been guided questions from these three guys who certainly
didn't belong at a high school party but had crashed it.
Here's the fucked up part. They did have duct tape

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zip ties and also were toating pretty big knives. I
shuddered to think what would have happened had they come
into the bathroom and found me and Jenny in there.
It wouldn't have been good, that's for sure. I mean,
thank god they were outnumbered by my stupid drunken friends.
The police took all my information and said they were sorry,
but they would have to follow up with my parents.

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That point I didn't really care, seeing is how I
didn't lie to them, and I didn't throw a party
in the house. It was just all the circumstances of
what happened at another party that didn't fly. Believe you me.
I got my ass beat by my dad regardless. But
I look back at it now and say the old
line from Goodfellas, everybody takes a beating once in a while.

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I never mentioned that Jenny was there with me. A
sex was totally worth it. I've never been in a
situation like that since, and I'll look back and laugh
at the whole thing. But when it happened, it was
an unbelievably tense situation. We're both very lucky that nothing
bad did happen. As the investigation played out, we did

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find out that two of the guys had been involved
in an attempt at kidnapping but never got charged with it.
I mean, that really sank in and made my blood
freeze when I heard it. Who knows what might have happened.
Would they have taken me and Jenny somewhere had they
found us? Would they have beaten me up to find
my father's stuff. Man, I don't doubt any of it.

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They were charged and did some jail time, but that's
about all I know. Having your home broken into is
a scary ordeal, whether you're inside at the time or not.
That was a night I'll never forget, a night that
has now made me double check everything I do to
protect my family today. Hell House. Submitted by the Reverend T. Wheelis.

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This dates back some years ago when we had to
move to Orange, Texas and we had a house in Logan'sport,
Louisiana as well. My dad got a phone call that
the house and logan's port had been broken into, and
so they went up there to check out what had
been messed up or stolen or destroyed. When they arrived,
they started going through things and seeing what was missing

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and cleaning things up. While cleaning things out of my
sister's room, they found an old, old Ouiji board that
had been given to her when she was a young girl.
She was in her mid twenties when this happened. It
was bought by a step aunt that gave it to
her one year for her birthday. Now, my family is
a very religious family, and my dad decided that he

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was going to get rid of it. And he had
always heard that if you threw it away, these things
would always return back to the owner. So he decided
that he was going to burn it. As he went
up to my grandmother's his mother's house to find the
stuff to burn it with, he commenced to lay it
on the ground and tried to light it with a match,
and the match went out. He then went into the

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garage and found some charcoal lighter fluid, and he proceeded
to pour that onto the box and tried to light it.
Needless to say it didn't. He used almost a whole
bottle and box of matches, but nothing worked. So my dad,
being a believer in prayer, began to pray, asking God
for help and guidance. He walked back into the garage

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and found some lawnmower gas and took the lid off
the box and laid the bare board on top crossways
and filled the bottom of the box with gas. He
had a bit on the board as well. Then he
began to pray and struck a match and held it
to the board. Gas usually ignites from the fumes, but
he still had to hold it to the board as
he prayed, and then the board began to burn in

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the center, not on the edge where the match was.
So he and my sister backed away as the board
was burning, and without warning, the fire exploded straight up
into the air like fifteen or twenty feet and a
loud scream came from inside the board. Louder and louder
it screamed, and the fire went into the ground with

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a rumble, and then smoke as black as night moved
with the screams and moans and moved toward my dad
every direction he went, no matter where he went, the
smoke came at him. He even put the wind at
his back, but the darkness followed him. But then, with
one fine scream, it was gone. The board and box

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were just gone as well. There was only a small
bit of ashes and an indentation in the ground where
the board had been. They went back to Orange, Texas,
and we went to church the next day and everything
was good, or so we thought. When we got home,
we walked up to the house, but none of the
keys would work on any of the four doors that

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we had that we could enter the house. My dad
thought that one of the doors that led to the
kitchen was not in the best of shape and maybe
he could just bust in and replace it. Later, my
dad proceeded to push on the door to gain axis,
and when you push on things, they tend to fall
away from you. But as he pushed on the door,
the window shattered out onto him, like something was being

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thrown out. We went inside and my dad felt like
something was on his leg, like running down his leg.
So we sat on a recliner and removed his slacks
that he had worn to church. Blood was out of
a wound on his leg that he never felt any
pain from it had bled so much you could pour
some of the blood from his shoe like you were

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pouring a drink. He had no snag in his slacks,
no blood from any glass, no meat from the wound.
By the way, it was about two or three inches
long and an inch wide and about an inch deep,
so not just a normal cut. We bandaged him up
and tried to make the best of the rest of
the day. Little did we know this was the beginning

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of a lifetime of hell on earth. We had no
way of moving because we had rented this place from
my step grandfather, because my dad's job had relocated him
where they needed him. But after my father was attacked,
after the wijaboard was burned, that's when all these strange
things began to happen. As I mentioned, we rented for
my step grandfather, and it was a duplex. They wore

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old naval barrack houses that he had purchased, and we
had rented both sides and just made it one big home.
But the things were happening around the house, no doubt.
It was late one night and my dad and I
were in the living room sitting on the couch just
watching TV. We heard clicking coming from what we thought
was the wall. The couch was located next to the

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front door to the main entrance to the home, and
it was winter time and all the house was closed
up and sealed because of the drafts. I mean, this
was an old house. We had covered the windows with
plastic wrap and duct tape. There was one radiator heater
that we used because of natural gas prices. The clicking
was getting louder and louder, and then the front door

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just opened. The main lock was still locked, sticking out,
not bent out, not broken, just like it was locked
but not shut. But the thing is, it was a
barrel lock you lift and slide to latch. My dad
got up and whush like this blast of cold air
went right through him, but the glass outer door was

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still closed. He stumbled back and looked at me and
was confused by what had just happened. But then he
closed the door and locked it and sat back down.
Then he grabbed a piece of paper and put it
in the doorway of my sister's room to check for drafts.
Maybe that's what it was. We sat on the couch

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and watched TV, and my dad said to me, watch
the paper it's moving, and when I turned my head
to watch it, it wasn't moving. I thought my dad
was messing with me and trying to spook me, so
I just said, yeah, sure and turned back to watching TV.
But again my dad said the paper was moving. I

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turned to look at it again and nothing. Then he said,
watch it out of the corner of your eyes and
don't move your head. He was right, it was moving
a lot, but when we moved our heads to look
at it, it stopped. So my dad said, just stare
at it and see what happens. When I did, the
paper went absolutely insane, swinging around violently, but then it

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stopped and then started to spin like a top. My
dad got up to see if there was a draft,
and the paper stopped moving. There was no draft anywhere,
and then the front door flew open again. That night,
after the rest of the family got home, we went
to bed, and my brother came into my room and

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said to leave him alone and go to sleep. I
had already been sleeping and had no idea what he
was talking about. He asked, how did you get from
Tim's room so fast? Anyway, I said, what are you
talking about? You were just jumping on my bed. When
I turned over, you ran into Tim's room. Tim is
a cousin that lived with us. I told him to

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go back to sleep. He must have been having a
bad dream, and he stated, how can it be a
dream when I'm awake. We all just went back to bed,
and then I heard him run into Tim's room and
flick on the light and start yelling at me and Tim.
I got up, walked down the hall and asked what now.
He said, something is jumping on my bed. We looked

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around and there was nothing. So I went back to
my bedroom, locked my door, and got back to bed.
But as I lay there trying to sleep with my
music playing, I noticed that my door began to rattle.
I yelled at the door and told the guys to
leave me alone, and the rattling stopped, and I just
lay there some more, trying to fall asleep. But my

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door began to shake violently this time, and I yelled
out to stop. And that's when I heard glass shattering.
I got up and turned my light on to see
that my full length mirror was shattered. Spiderwebed like something
or someone had punched it. Although nothing else happened that
night and I didn't sleep. I told my dad about

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the mirror, but I never did take it down. The
next day was Saturday, and my brother and cousin and
I were at the house alone, and the heater went
off and cooled enough so that I could sit on
top of it. But that day, for some reason, I
chose to lean against it, and it was making my
mother's owl wind chimes ring out. They were ceramics, so

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it was a peaceful tone. But then suddenly we heard
a loud crash in the back part of the house,
and we walked to our rooms to see what it
might have been. There was nothing in my room and
nothing in my cousin's room, but my brother called to
us to come and see what was going on. Let
me paint the picture for you. My brother made the

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other living room of the other side of the duplex
his bedroom, and the other kitchen was storage. His room
was larger than a regular bedroom, and he had a
lot of figurines of eagles and trophies. On top of
his chest of drawers. He had placed a mirror that
was for the dresser, even though the dresser no longer
existed there. But the mirror took two people to put

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on the chest of drawers, and now it was across
the room and a chair face down, not broken, just
out of place, and none of the trophies or figurines
had been moved from the chest in front of it.
We knew that because my brother never dusted anything, and
everything was indeed dusty. It was overwhelming, to say the least,

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but we dealt with it. Dad was the only person
hurt by whatever this was. Unfortunately I was to be
the next target. Not much was happening out of the
norm after that, lights being turned down by themselves and
stuff being moved. But on this night I had my
first encounter with sleep paralysis, and it wasn't fun. I mean,

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it scared me. I had fallen asleep with my lights on.
It had awakened in my bed, but I couldn't move.
I could look around with my eyes, but not move
my head. I noticed black spots floating all around the room,
on the bed, the walls, the ceiling, all over, and
all of a sudden, my arms shot straight out to
the side, the bed being pulled lightly, my legs stiffened

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and placed one on top of the other. One foot
was propped on top of the other, and That's when
I saw a huge black shadow floating from my feet
just up to my face, and it rolled down to
show a skeleton like face laughing like I had never
heard before. My head fell to the left side, and
then came agonizing pain in my hands and feet. The

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pain was intense, and before I blacked out from the pain,
my side began throbbing with such pain that I cried.
It was like you came up out of water, gasping
for air, and I was trying to catch my breath.
The pain was still there and it was dazed before
it went away. I told my dad when had happened,
and he said, it sounds like you were crucified. Then

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he said ominously, they are after you for some reason.
We stayed in that house for about eight or nine years,
dealing with things. Then my sister moved and my cousin
moved back to his mom and dad's house. My brother
graduated and I quit school. My mom and dad and
brother moved back to Louisiana to the old home place,

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and I stayed with friends for another year or so.
As for the hell house, my grandfather sold it to
a family. The people moved out a year later and
had the house burned and refused to sell the land.
They wouldn't say why, but I think I know. To
this day, I have dreams about angels and demons, about

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ghosts and the Hell House. Things tend to follow me,
but it doesn't scare me like it used to. My
dad will not talk about it to this day, and
he is in his eighties. When I ask or even
mention the incidents, he just begins to pray and walks away.
My sister's the same way. I have had to learn

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to deal with a lot from spirits, shadows, dreams, and
even demons. I'm forty six as I write this sharing
it with you. I'm a preacher, now been one for
about five years. It's funny how I can see these
events play in my mind over and over, but I
can barely remember my own birthday. Sometimes I still have

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things that happen that I talk to my dad about,
and when I do, it feels like I'm reliving each
moment as I type them on my phone. I live
these things day by day. I have scars on the
outside and wounds on the inside from the Hell House

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orb encounter submitted by Jackson. I know this isn't that
scary unless you were there. But Uncle Josh is the
only one I trusted with, as he doesn't judge, just
reads them all. Uncle Josh note that's true. It was
last year in twenty twenty two, sometime after one in

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the morning, when my wife woke up and saw that
the ceiling of our bedroom was covered in pink orbs.
There were hundreds of them, lighting up the ceiling, covering
it and moving all around. It was then that my
wife woke me and I looked up above the window,
seeing a lot of them there, even though my wife
said that most of them had dissipated. Trying to comprehend

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what they were, and of course still half asleep, I
explained them away, saying that fireflies must have gotten in somehow,
but my wife reassured me that they were not fireflies
and were all pink. I watched more closely and realized
she was right. I continued to watch alongside my wife
until they eventually just dissipated as the others had done.

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The ceiling had been illuminated when they moved over it,
but once they were gone, we were once again in darkness.
It was the strangest thing we had ever experienced. Together.
We had no explanation and wondered if they would return,
but they never did. The next morning, when we got up,
I looked up pink orbs on the internet. What I
found was that orbs that are pink in color are

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those of loved ones visiting you, But no idea if
that has any validity. We still have not seen them
since that night, and part of us wishes they would return,
and then again we're sometimes glad they didn't. Not exactly
a terrifying encounter, but it does make you think. We
have several theories, including the facing mirrors theory opening a portal.

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Of course, those mirrors have since been removed. Does anyone
know what it was we witnessed? As we would love
to know what happened that night. I had never even
heard of pink orbs before that night, but I know
what I saw and my wife saw it too. It

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followed me. Submitted by Genevieve P. First off, I want
to tell you that I wasn't a staunch believer in
ghosts and the paranormal and stuff when this happened. It
was an act tivity with friends to do something on
a Friday night that got me involved. My friend i'll
call Jenny was really into this stuff. Early two thousands,

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when Ghost Hunters was a really popular show. There was
a place in our town that had ghost hunts available,
and she thought it would be fun to schedule an
evening at this place with some friends. It's an old
building in our town with a kind of sordid past,
as it once served as a courthouse in a jail.
From the history that we were told, a lot of
people were sentenced there and went to prison. However, in

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the early nineteen hundreds, some people mysteriously died after being
arrested and placed in the jail area. It wasn't a
really huge jail, think something like the Andy Griffiths show,
but a little bit bigger, a large space in the
basement with about eight cells for people being held. The
stories go that there was a lot of corruption and
abuse with people who were being arrested for what I

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think are kind of minor infractions public drunkenness, vandalism, stuff
like that. It also should be noted that this town
was once a very teetotaler town even before prohibition, very religious,
and to this day there are more churches in that
town than anything else. So Jenny gathered a bunch of
our friends, about eight of us in total, a mix

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of guys and girls. We were going to rent the
place out for the night, starting at eight pm and
ending around two am. Most of us just had flashlights,
but some people had those meters and recording devices to
try to capture EVPs. There was a guy there who
walked us through the building and went over the rules,
but he let us do our thing on our own.

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He would spend the evening in the office area, but
every once in a while he would come out when
he heard us moving around, just to make sure everything
was okay and to see if we needed anything. He
was also interested if we caught anything on tape. Like
any building that's old, at night, things were pretty spooky,
but again, I was just there for fun and having
something to do. I'm not clairvoyant or sensitive or anything

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like that. I'm just an average normal woman at the
time twenty two and an average normal girl. We split
up into two groups, with some people going up into
an attic area for whatever reason, and another group of
us went down into the jail cell area. We were
going to move around throughout the evening, checking things out
and regrouping every hour or so to see if anyone

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had caught anything. One of the legends we were told
was about a guy who was basically the town drunk.
He had been arrested over and over again for his transgressions,
but the last time he was arrested the night before
his trial, he was found dead in his cell. It
looked like he hung himself, but the investigation afterwards showed

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that someone had killed him and made it look like
he hung himself. There was no proof of any wrongdoing,
and read into that as much as you'd like, and
I suppose that's the outcome that happens when people investigate themselves.
But someone got away with murder. This poor guy died
in his cell for no real reason other than being
a nuisance when he got drunk. The other story was

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a little weirder and a little scarier. It was about
a young woman who was arrested for vagrancy. She was
pregnant and didn't have any real ties to the town.
It's kind of a mystery as to who she was
and how she showed up there, But she also died
in her cell or causes unknown. The sad part is,
of course, her baby with her. Again an internal investigation

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turned up nothing, a big shocker, so we sat down
to do some EVPs after looking into all the cells
and stuff, and while I was kind of giggling at
how serious some people were taking it, I did my
best to just be quiet and see what would happen,
keeping an open mind but not thinking any of it
was real. We did that for the better part of

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an hour before going upstairs to meet with our other
friends to see if they had found anything in the attic.
While we all had a snack and water, we were
playing back the recorders to see if any EVPs had
been picked up. It was kind of shocked that there
was some stuff, and even more weirded out than it
seemed to pertain to me. There were two distinct EVPs

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that referred to me. When one of my friends asked
to speak to the woman who died and also asked
about her baby, an EVP on the recorder clearly said
looks like her and I'm so cold. A second EVP
said I need help help me. At the time, we

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didn't know it was referring to anything about me, but
when we switched places with the other group, we were
going to hang out in the court area while they
went downstairs. Everyone was kind of freaked out by the
faint whispering of what sounded like a woman saying those things.
We were all doing our thing again, and after about
a half an hour we heard someone down in the
jail cell area yell out. It was my friend Brian.

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So apparently they had been asking more questions of the woman,
and instead of waiting to come back upstairs with us,
they were playing back their short EVP sessions. The first
EVP they heard was a woman's voice saying where did
she go? Bring her back? Another EVP shortly after that
was a recording that said she can help me bring

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her back. When they played it back and heard that,
they immediately started asking more questions, and the faint voice
was picked up, saying genevieve that one was loud and clear,
not as faint and whispy as the others. It was
in response to a question about bring who back. They
ran upstairs and played us back the recordings and told

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us what they'd been doing. I, of course, was now
a little more than weirded out. There was only one
female down in the jail cell with him, and it
was not her on the voice recording. Everyone was looking
at me, and I was looking at everyone else. Much
as I said, I didn't believe any of this stuff,
you better believe. I was very uncomfortable. Everyone wanted me

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to go back down there, and for all my silliness
and bravados starting off the night, I now was really
not wanting to go back there, but everyone convinced me,
including the guide who came out to see what all
the hubbub was. When they played the recordings back for him,
he immediately asked who Genevieve was, and everyone pointed to me.

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I asked him if things like this had ever happened before,
and he said that a voice of a female had
been recorded a lot, but he'd never heard anyone's name
ben uttered by the voice. After a bunch of prompting,
I agreed to go back down there, and I won't lie.
At that point, I was pretty scared. I said I
wasn't going to say anything, and Brian, Jenny and my

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other friends said that I didn't have to, they would
handle it. I told them that if anything else happened, though,
I was no longer going to participate in this stuff.
So downstairs we went again and started another EVP session.
We did a couple and there were no responses, and
inside I breathed a sigh of relief that that part

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of the evening was over and I could just walk
away from all this with a strange story and that
was it. But on a fourth EVP session, a question
was asked how I could help, and on playback, the
female voice was there again and it said home. When
my friends followed up with questions about where home was,

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the voice was there again and just said Genevieve home.
It was only about midnight at this point, and I
was pretty much done with it. I knew none of
my friends were playing a prank, but I was starting
to get even more uncomfortable and just wanted to get
out of there. It was at that point where I
finally told my friend Matt, who had driven me there,

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not my boyfriend, just a good friend, that I wanted
to go home, and asked him if he would drive
you back to my apartment. Everyone looked bummed out for
a second, and I was angry with them that they
thought this was all just really interesting shit and not
how it was affecting me. Brian and Jenny convinced me
to stay for a little longer, but I wouldn't stay
down in the jail cell area. Everyone seemed like they

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were trying to accommodate my feelings for a little bit there,
Matt and I went back to the courtroom area and
hung out for another hour or so with the guide
after we told him what had happened on the return
trip to the jail cell. When everyone else came back upstairs,
they hadn't heard anything else from downstairs, and the guy
had asked if he could get copies of the EVPs
for the place and its records. He also encouraged me

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to come back, but at that point I was just
ready to go home. Some people stayed later for the
entire evening until two, but Matt drove me home and
it was about one in the morning. He came in
to hang out for a little while to make sure
that I was okay, and I really had calmed down
by that time. A little after two, my phone rang

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and I picked it up, and it was Jenny and
my other friend Chrissy. They were saying that they had
picked up more of the woman's voice, saying something about
being cold and wanting to get warm. I was all like, okay, thanks,
I really needed to hear this, but I didn't say
anything over the phone. I just said goodbye, hung up,
and told Matt I was going to get ready for bed.

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I was tired. He took off and I did just that.
I got ready for bed. I got into bed and
was just going to watch some TV and fade away
when I heard a noise in my kitchen area. It
was a loud tapping at my door. The main door
to get into my apartment opened directly into the kitchen
slashed living room area. At first, I just thought it

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was the wind or something, so I just laid there
and then turned the TV off. But then the tapping
got louder it was actually a knock. For a second,
I thought maybe my landlord had come over, but he
would have called beforehand. He never just showed up for anything.
I got out of bed and went to the door
after walking down the hallway, but there was no one

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at the door. I did open it up and looked
around the front of my building, but no one was there.
I shut the door and went back to my bedroom
and lied down to try to fall asleep, and that's
when I heard footsteps walking around in my kitchen. It
was a linoleum floor and the sound I was hearing
were distinctly footsteps with someone who sounded like they had

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heavy shoes on. Now I was freaked out. I picked
up my phone and immediately called Jenny. She didn't answer,
and I sat there, not knowing what to do. I
called out, who's there, but no one answered. I thought
to myself, Oh my god, this is silly. There's no
one in my apartment. And I got out of bed

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and turned on the lights and went down the hallway
back to the kitchen. There was no one there, obviously,
and I started getting angry at myself at the situation.
Was I just imagining this stuff because I was weirded
out from going on that ghost hunt. As I stood there,
my refrigerator door opened right in front of my eyes.
Then it closed. I stood staring at it, now thrown

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into a state of shock. Was I going crazy? Or
did I really just see that? Before I could even
answer that question, my kitchen faucet turned on the hot water,
I mean steaming again. I stood there, not knowing what
to do. I was terrified. The steam started to run
up the window above the sink, and because it was

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fall the windows were cold. It didn't take long for
a lot of steam to cover the window. I couldn't
even muster anything together to go over and turn the
water off. And when I finally did, coming out of
my fear, now feeling angry, I walked over turned off
the faucet, and at that moment I looked at the
window and the steam, an invisible hand or finger had

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written the words Genevieve and warm. Genevieve is not an
easy word to spell, even from me, but there it
was on my window. That was it. I ran back
to my room and called Jenny over and over until
she finally sleepily answered. I told her what was going on,
and at first she didn't believe me and thought I

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was just trying to keep the creepiness of the night going.
But by now I was in tears and said I
don't know what to do. You need to help me.
She said she would come right over and for me
to stay in my room. I hung up and waited
for her, now very scared. Once again, my apartment was
dead silent, pardon the term, until I heard the footsteps

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walking around in the kitchen again. Then they stopped. I
strained to listen, but swear I heard footsteps on my
carpet and coming down my hall to my room, my
door was halfway open, and as I watched it, the
door flew all the way open and crashed on the
wall behind it. That was it. I got up, grabbed

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a pack of my smokes in a sweatshirt, and ran
through my house to go sit on the porch to
wait for Jenny. I waited for about fifteen minutes, and
she pulled up in her car and started walking up
the front walk to my apartment. I should say that
I just live in a unit of an old house
with three other units in it. There's two at the
front and one in the back. Jenny called out, hey,

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are you okay as she walked towards me, but then
stopped staring over my shoulder. I asked her if she
was okay, and then slowly turned around to see all
the lights in my living room and kitchen flicking on
and off. That's when we heard a scream from inside,
a woman's scream. I jumped up and ran down into

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Jenny's arms and tears. Jenny took out her cell phone
and called the police, as what we heard sounded like
a human being inside my apartment. My neighbors were at
home in the front or the back, so they hadn't
been bothered by any of this. The police came out
at about five minutes, and I told them that we
had just watched my lights flicking on and off as
I sat on the porch, and he heard a woman

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scream from inside. I didn't go into all the details
of earlier in the night, but I did tell them
that someone had been knocking at my door and no
one was there. The officer asked to go inside, and
I said absolutely, and he said to wait on the porch.
He went through my entire apartment, opened all the doors,
checked in the backyard, looked in the bathroom, and even

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opened up cupboards and cabinets. There was no one in
my apartment. He came back and reported as such, and
said that if anything else happened, to please call back.
I told him I was going to Jenny's. We had
decided that. While he was looking through the apartment. He
said he'd wait there while I ran in to get
some things, made sure I had locked both the back

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and front doors, and then reminded me to call again
if anything else happened. I didn't want to do anything.
I just wanted to get the hell out of there.
We went back to Jenny's and collapsed in her living
room and fell asleep. After talking about what had happened.
The next morning, we went off for breakfast and then
back to my apartment, and that's when I knew something

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was very wrong. All of my living room furniture had
been moved to the center of the room. Everything couch chairs,
love seat, tables, entertainment center, all of it. We stood
there just looking at it. When we opened the door.
I then went down into my bedroom and saw that
my bed had been basically picked up and propped against

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the wall. All of my clothes had been strewn about,
and it was just a giant mess. And the bathroom
all of my stuff had been opened and either poured
or squirted or smeared all over. Makeup, shampoo, conditioners, soap,
all of it, just this giant mess or my sink, counter, bathtub, toilet, everywhere.

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Jenny said we needed to call the cops again, so
I did, and we waited on the porch for two
other officers to show up. I told one what had
happened the night before. He verified it, and both of
them went into my apartment to look around. I assured
them that I had locked the doors and that no
one had been in my apartment for the rest of
the night. They asked me to walk around to see

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if anything had been stolen, but nothing had. All of
my stuff was still there. Even some of my more
expensive jewelry in a cash box that I had underneath
my bed hadn't been opened or touched. This wasn't a burglary,
and one of the officers asked if I had any
enemies or maybe some crazy friends who were just trying
to play a prank. No one else had keys to

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my apartment other than my landlord and my parents, who
lived about twenty miles away. Another officer showed up, and
while they were asking me questions and taking notes, he
wandered into the apartment and then came back out and
asked the other officers to step to the side. He
said something to them that I couldn't really hear, so
I leaned over to listen to their conversation. He mentioned

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that in all the mess in my bathroom, there was
no evidence of any fingerprints, or really any fingers at
all in the mess and the smears nothing. It was
just a giant mess, as if someone had worn gloves,
but even those didn't show any actual traces of fingers.
He couldn't explain it. I called my landlord and he
came out and talked to the police and then talked

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to me. I'd been living there for two years and
I was on very good terms with him, and he
said that he would change the locks that day because
nothing had been stolen and nothing had really been ruined.
The police said they would just file their report and
again asked me to call back if anything else happened.
I went in to clean things up, and Jenny helped

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me rearrange my furniture. I took a shower after the
bathroom was cleaned up, and Jenny was sitting in my
living room and said that she had just called the
place that we were the night before. They had never
heard of anything like this happening before, but they said
they knew some people that could help if I wanted
some I didn't give a shit at this point. I
just wanted whatever was happening in my apartment to stop

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and didn't ask for this. Didn't want anything to come
home with me, which actually looked like is exactly what happened.
I just wanted it to stop. The woman we spoke
to said she was going to make a couple of
calls and got my number. She said some one would
be calling me for help. We went out to lunch
and came back and there was an answering message on

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my machine. It was a very cheerful sounding woman who
asked me to call her back right away. I did,
with Jenny sitting there, and answered a bunch of her
questions about what had happened the night before and then
all of the things going on in my apartment. The
woman offered to come over and say some sacred prayers
and burn some sage to try to cleanse my apartment.

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I was ready to try anything. I certainly didn't want
the same kind of shit happening over and over again
that already had. The woman said she'd be over shortly,
and we went out onto the porch to enjoy the
sunshine on a pretty pleasant fall day. When the woman
pulled up in her car, I was half expecting some
crazy witch with long hair and all that stuff. But
she actually looked like a high powered real estate person,

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you know, the kind you see on billboards. She was
strikingly beautiful, and I told her so. When she got
near us, She smiled and asked me exactly what was
I thinking? Was I expecting the wicked witch of the West.
She entered the home and immediately stopped and kind of
stared at my living room and kitchen. Then she asked
if she could look at the rest of my apartment

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and I said yes. She walked down the hall and
again stopped at my bedroom with a strange look on
her face. Then she came back and said, I don't
think this is going to be a problem. All of
this happened because you left. I didn't ask her for
the details on what she just meant. I figured she'd
let me know later. Then she asked for me and

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Jenny to sit in the living room while she prayed,
and asked for us to jump in on the prayers.
When she prompted us, she just said that we needed
to repeat after her when she needed us to. After
about a half hour of these prayers, she got up
with a bundle of sage and lit it on fire
and then kind of tamped it out and then began
walking through my apartment smudging it. I can't say I

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love the smell of burning sage, but I didn't care.
I was just hoping that all of this stuff was
going to work. The woman went through the entire apartment
and came back into the living room to say a
few more prayers. She let off a sigh when all
of it was done, and then kind of looked like
she was spacing out. Then she closed her eyes, set

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another prayer on her own. And I don't know how
else to say it, but everything seemed lighter all of
a sudden. It's like there was a heaviness there that
I hadn't even realized, but now that it was gone,
I realized something had been there. She asked us to
go out on the porch again, back into the sunlight,
and then she began to say. What had happened was

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is that somehow I attracted something from the place that
we had been the night before, Unknowingly I had brought
it home with me again. Unknowingly. She said it was
the spirit of a young woman who was looking for
help to get to the other side. She saw something
in me that she thought was help, but was just confused.
The woman also said that when I left, the woman's

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spirit became even more confused, and that's why all the
stuff in my apartment had been messed about with. She
said after the prayers she felt the presence leave and
said that it would not come back. Still kind of skeptical,
I thanked her for her time and how much money
she needed, and she just smiled and gave me a
hug and said, these sorts of things have no monetary value.

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She gave me her number again and said to call
if I needed anything. Jenny immediately offered to stay at
my apartment that night with me, and we left to
get some things for dinner and a couple bottles of wine.
I was still on edge and worried about things, but
that was unnecessary worry. Nothing happened again. I lived in

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that apartment for another year and a half before moving
out with my boyfriend. There wasn't one funny sound, not
one misplaced item, nothing So here I am writing this
and nothing strange has ever happened in my life since then.
But I have changed my mind about what I do
and don't understand about this world and any other world
outside of it. I have a healthy skepticism still, but

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I also have a healthy respect for things I don't understand,
and I have a small part of me that believes
there is an afterlife, and for whatever reason, I was
chosen to play a role in it. That fateful night
I went on a ghost hunt. The other thought that
I have right now and still have had since that
day all this happened, is that whatever presence was in
my apartment or stuck in that building has moved on

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and found peace someplace else. I truly hope that's what happened,
and there is a happy ending for whatever or whoever
that presence was. Hell House submitted by the Reverend T. Wheelis.

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This dates back some years ago when we had to
move to Orange, Texas, and we had a house in Logan'sport,
Louisiana as well. My dad got a phone call that
the house in Logan's Port had been broken into, and
so they went up there to check out what had
been messed up or stolen or destroyed. When they arrived,
they started going through things and seeing what was missing

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and cleaning things up. While cleaning things out of my
sister's room, they found an old Wiji board that had
been given to her when she was a young girl.
She was in her mid twenties when this happened. It
was bought by a step aunt that gave it to
her one year for her birthday. My family is a
very religious family, and my dad decided that he was

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going to get rid of it. And he had always
heard that if you threw it away, these things would
always return back to the owner, so he decided that
he was going to burn it. As he went up
to my grandmother's his mother's house to the stuff to
burn it with. He commenced to lay it on the
ground and tried to light it with a match and
the match went out. He then went into the garage

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and found some charcoal lighter fluid and he proceeded to
pour that onto the box and tried to light it.
Needless to say, it didn't. He used almost a whole
bottle and box of matches, but nothing worked. So my dad,
being a believer in prayer, began to pray, asking God
for help and guidance. He walked back into the garage

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and found some lawnmower gas and took the lid off
the box and laid the bare board on top crossways
and filled the bottom of the box with gas. He
had a bit on the board as well. Then he
began to pray and struck a match and held it
to the board. Gas usually ignites from the fumes, but
he still had to hold it to the board as
he prayed, And then the board began to burn in

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the center, not on the edge where the match was.
So he and my sister backed away as the board
was burning, and without warning, the fire exploded straight up
into the air like fifteen or twenty feet and a
loud scream came from inside the board. Louder and louder
it screamed, and the fire went into the ground with

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a rumble, and then smoke as black as night moved
with the screams and moans and moved toward my dad
every direction he went. No matter where he went, the
smoke came at him. He even put the wind at
his back, but the darkness followed him. But then, with
one final scream, it was gone. The board and box

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were just gone as well. There was only a small
bit of ashes and an indentation in the ground where
the board had been. They went back to Orange, Texas,
and we went to church the next day and everything
was good, or so we thought. When we got home,
we walked up to the house, but none of the
keys would work on any of the four doors that

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we had that we could enter the house. My dad
thought that one of the doors that led to the
kitchen was not in the best of shape, and maybe
he could just bust in and replace it. Later, my
dad proceeded to push on the door to gain axis,
and when you push on things, they tend to fall
away from you. But as he pushed on the door,
the window shattered out onto him, like something was being

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thrown out. We went inside and my dad felt like
something was on his leg, like running down his leg.
So he sat on a recliner and removed his slacks
that he had worn to church. Blood was pouring out
of a wound on his leg that he never felt
any pain from. It had bled so much you could
pour some of the blood from his shoe like you

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were pouring a drink. He had no snag in his slacks,
no blood from any glass, no meat from The wound,
by the way, was about two or three inches long
and an inch wide and about an inch deep, so
not just a normal cut. We bandaged him up and
tried to make the best of the rest of the day.
Little did we know this was the beginning of a

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lifetime of hell on earth. We had no way of
moving because we had rented this place from my step
grandfather because my dad's job had relocated him where they
needed him. But after my father was attacked, after the
wija board was burned, that's when all these strange things
began to happen. As I mentioned, we rented for my
step grandfather and it was a duplex. They were old

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naval barrack houses that he had purchased, and we had
rented both sides and just made it one big home.
But the weird things were happening around the house, no doubt.
It was late one night and my dad and I
were in the living room sitting on the couch just
watching TV. We heard clicking coming from what we thought
was the wall. The couch was located next to the

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front door to the main entrance to the home, and
it was wintertime and all the house was closed up
and sealed because of the drafts. I mean, this was
an old house. We had covered the windows with plastic
wrap and duct tape. There was one radio heater that
we used because of natural gas prices. The clicking was
getting louder and louder, and then the front door just opened.

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The main lock was still locked, sticking out not bent out,
not broken, just like it was locked but not shut.
But the thing is it was a barrel lock you
lift and slide to latch. My dad got up and
whosh like this blast of cold air went right through him,
but the glass outer door was still closed. He stumbled

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back and looked at me and was confused by what
had just happened. But then he closed the door and
locked it and sat back down. Then he grabbed a
piece of paper and put it in the doorway of
my sister's room to check for drafts. Maybe that's what
it was. We sat on the couch and watched TV,
and my dad said to me, watch the paper. It's moving.

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And when I turned my head to watch it, it
wasn't moving. I thought my dad was messing with me
and trying to spook me, so I just said, yeah,
sure and turned back to watching TV. But again my
dad said the paper was moving. I turned to look
at it again and nothing. Then he said watch it

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out of the corner of your eyes and don't move
your head. He was right, it was moving a lot,
but when we moved our heads to look at it,
it stopped. So my dad said, just stare at it
and see what happens. When I did, the paper went
absolutely insane, swinging around violently, but then it stopped and

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then started to spin like a top. My dad got
up to see if there was a draft, and the
paper stopped moving. There was no draft anywhere, and then
the front door flew open again. That night, after the
rest of the family got home, we went to bed,
and my brother came into my room and said to

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leave him alone and go to sleep. I had already
been sleeping and had no idea what he was talking about.
He asked, how did you get from Tim's room so fast? Anyway?
I said, what are you talking about? You were just
jumping on my bed when I turned over, you ran
into Tim's room. Tim is a cousin that lived with us.

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I told him to go back to sleep. He must
have been having a bad dream, and he stated, how
can it be a dream when I'm awake. We all
just went back to bed, and then I heard him
run into Tim's room and flick on the light and
start yelling at me and Tim. I got up, walked
down the hall and asked what now. He said, something

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is jumping on my bed. We looked around and there
was nothing. So I went back to my bedroom, locked
my door, and got back to bed. But as I
lay there trying to sleep with my music playing, I
noticed that my door began to rattle. I yelled at
the door and told the guys to leave me alone,
and the rattling stopped, and I just lay there some more,

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trying to fall asleep. But my door began to shake
violently this time, and I yelled out to stop, and
that's when I heard glass shattering. I got up and
turned my light on to see that my full length
mirror was shattered spider webed like something or someone had
punched it. Although nothing else happened that night, I didn't sleep.

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I told my dad about the mirror, but I never
did take it down. The next day was Saturday, and
my brother and cousin and I were at the house alone,
and the heater went off and cooled enough so that
I could sit on top of it. But that day,
for some reason, I chose to lean against it, and
it was making my mother's owl wind chimes ring out.

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They were ceramics, so it was a peaceful tone. But
then suddenly we heard a loud crash in the back
part of the house and we walked to our rooms
to see what it might have been. There was nothing
in my room and nothing in my cousin's room, but
my brother called to us to come and see what
was going on. Let me paint the picture for you.

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My brother made the other living room of the other
side of the duplex his bedroom, and the other kitchen
was storage. His room was larger than a regular bedroom,
and he had a lot of figurines of eagles and
trophies On top of his chest of drawers. He had
placed a mirror that was for the dresser, even though
the dresser no longer existed there. But the mirror took

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two people to put on the chest of drawers, and
now it was across the room in a chair, face down,
not broken, just out of place, and none of the
trophies or figurines had been moved from the chest in
front of it. We knew that because my brother never
dusted anything, and everything was indeed dusty. It was overwhelming,

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to say the least, but we dealt with it. Dad
was the only person hurt by whatever this was. Unfortunately
I was to be the next target. How much was
happening out of the norm after that, lights being turned
down by themselves and stuff being moved. But on this
night I had my first encounter with sleep paralysis, and

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it wasn't fun. I mean, it scared me. I had
fallen asleep with my lights on. It had awakened in
my bed, but I couldn't move. I could look around
with my eyes, but not move my head. I noticed
black spots floating all around the room, on the bed,
the walls, the ceiling, all over, and all of a sudden,
my arm shot straight out to the side of the bed,

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being pulled lightly, My legs stiffened and placed one on
top of the other. One foot was propped on top
of the other, and that's when I saw a huge
black shadow floating from my feet just up to my face,
and it rolled down to show a skeleton like face
laughing like I had never heard before. My head fell

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to the left side, and then came agonizing pain in
my hands and feet. The pain was intense, and before
I blacked out from the pain, my side began throbbing
with such pain that I cried, and it was like
you came up out of water, gasping for air, and
I was trying to catch my breath. The pain was
still there, and it was days before it went away.

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I told my dad when had happened, and he said,
it sounds like you were crucified. Then he said ominously,
they are after you for some reason. We stayed in
that house for about eight or nine years, dealing with things.
Then my sister moved and my cousin moved back to
his mom and dad's house. My brother graduated and I

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quit school. My mom and dad and brother moved back
to Louisiana to the old home place, and I stayed
with friends for another year or so. As for the
hell House, my grandfather sold it to a family. The
people moved out a year later and had the house
burned and refused to sell the land. They wouldn't say why,

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but I think I know. To this day, I have
dreams about angels and demons, about ghosts and the hell House.
Things tend to follow me, but it doesn't scare me
like it used to. My dad will not talk about
it to this day, and he is in his eighties.
When I ask or even mention the incidents, he just
begins to pray and walks away. My sister's the same way.

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I have had to learn to deal with a lot
from spirits, shadows, dreams, and even demons. I'm forty six
as I write this sharing it with you. I'm a
preacher now ben one for about five years. It's funny
how I can see these events play in my mind
over and over, but I can barely remember my own birthday.
Sometimes I still have things that happen that I talk

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to my dad about, and when I do, it feels
like I'm reliving each moment as I type them on
my phone. I live these things day by day. I
have scars on the outside and wounds on the inside
from the hell House ORB encounter. Submitted by Jackson. I

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know this isn't that scary unless you were there, But
Uncle Josh is the only one I trusted with as
he doesn't judge, just reads them all. Uncle Josh note
that's true. It was last year in twenty twenty two,
some time after one in the morning, when my wife
woke up and saw that the ceiling of our bedroom
was covered in pink orbs. There were hundreds of them

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lighting up the ceiling, covering it and moving all around.
It was then that my wife woke me and I
looked up above the window, seeing a lot of them there,
even though my wife said that most of them had dissipated.
Trying to comprehend what they were, and of course, still
half asleep, I explained them away, saying that fireflies must
have gotten in somehow, but my wife reassured me that

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they were not fireflies and were all pink. I watched
more closely and realized she was right. I continued to
watch alongside my wife until they eventually just dissipated as
the others had done. The ceiling had been illuminated when
they moved over it, but once they were gone, we
were once again in darkness. It was the strangest thing

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we had ever experienced together. We had no explanation and
wondered if they would return, but they never did. The
next morning, when we got up, I looked up pink
orbs on the internet. What I found was that orbs
that are pink in color are those of loved ones
visiting you. But no idea if that has any validity.
We still have not seen them since that night, and

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part of us wishes they would return, and then again
were sometimes glad they didn't. Not exactly a terrifying encounter,
but it does make you think we have several theories,
including the facing mirrors theory opening a portal. Of course,
those mirrors have since been removed. Does anyone know what

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it was we witnessed, as we would love to know
what happened that night. I had never even heard of
pink orbs before that night, but I know what I saw,
and my wife saw it too. It followed me. Submitted

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by Genevieve p. First off, I want to tell you
that I wasn't a staunch believer in ghosts and the
paranormal and stuff when this happened. It was an activity
with friends to do something on a Friday night that
got me involved. My friend I'll call Jenny was really
into this stuff. Early two thousands, when ghost Hunters was
a really popular show, there was a place in our

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town that had ghost hunts available, and she thought it
would be fun to schedule an evening at this place
with some friends. It's an old building in our town
with a kind of sordid past, as it once served
as a court house in a jail. From the history
that we were told, a lot of people were sentenced
there and went to prison. However, in the early nineteen hundreds,

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some people mysteriously died after being arrested and placed in
the jail area. It wasn't a really huge jail, think
something like the Andy Griffith Show, but a little bit bigger,
a large space in the basement with about eight cells
for people being held. The stories go that there was
a lot of corruption and abuse with people who were
being arrested for what I think are kind of minor

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infractions public drunkenness, vandalism, stuff like that. It also should
be noted that this town was once a very teetotaler
town even before prohibition, very religious, and to this day
there are more churches in that town than anything else.
So Jenny gathered a bunch of our friends, about eight
of us in total, a mix of guys and girls.

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We were going to rent the place out for the night,
starting at eight pm and ending around two am. Most
of us just had flashlights, but some people had those
meters and recording to de vice is to try to
capture EVPs. There was a guy there who walked us
through the building and went over the rules, but he
let us do our thing on our own. He would
spend the evening in the office area, but every once

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in a while he would come out when he heard
us moving around, just to make sure everything was okay
and to see if we needed anything. He was also
interested if we caught anything on tape, like any building
that's old. At night, things were pretty spooky, but again,
I was just there for fun and having something to do.
I'm not clairvoyant or sensitive or anything like that. I'm

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just an average normal woman at the time twenty two
and an average normal girl. We split up into two groups,
with some people going up into an attic area for
whatever reason, and another group of us went down into
the jail cell area. We were going to move around
throughout the evening, checking things out and regrouping every hour
or so to see if anyone had caught anything. One

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of the legends we were told was about a guy
who was based the town drunk. He had been arrested
over and over again for his transgressions, but the last
time he was arrested the night before his trial, he
was found dead in his cell. It looked like he
hung himself, but the investigation afterwards showed that someone had
killed him and made it look like he hung himself.

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There was no proof of any wrongdoing, and read into
that as much as you'd like then, I suppose that's
the outcome that happens when people investigate themselves. But someone
got away with murder, and this poor guy died in
his cell for no real reason other than being a
nuisance when he got drunk. The other story was a
little weirder and a little scarier. It was about a

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young woman who was arrested for vagrancy. She was pregnant
and didn't have any real ties to the town. It's
kind of a mystery as to who she was and
how she showed up there, but she also died in
herself for causes unknown. The sad part is, of course,
her baby with her. Again, an internal investigation turned up nothing,

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a big shocker, so we sat down to do some
EVPs after looking into all the cells and stuff, and
while I was kind of giggling at how serious some
people were taking it, I did my best to just
be quiet and see what would happen, keeping an open
mind but not thinking any of it was real. We
did that for the better part of an hour before

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going upstairs to meet with our other friends to see
if they had found anything in the attic. While we
all had a snack and some water, we were playing
back the recorders to see if any EVPs had been
picked up. I was kind of shocked that there was
some stuff, and even more weirded out that it seemed
to pertain to me. There were two distinct EVPs that

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referred to me. When one of my friends asked to
speak to the woman who died and also asked about
her baby, an EVP on the recorder clearly said looks
like her and I'm so cold. A second EVP said
I need help help me. At the time, we didn't

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know it was referring to anything about me, but when
we switched places with the other group, we were going
to hang out in the court area while they went downstairs.
Everyone was kind of freaked out by the faint whispering
of what sounded like a woman saying those things. We
were all doing our thing again, and after about a
half an hour we heard someone down in the jail
cell area yell out. It was my friend Brian. Apparently

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they had been asking more questions of the woman, and
instead of waiting to come back upstairs with us, they
were playing back their short EVP sessions. The first EVP
they heard was a woman's voice saying where did she go?
Bring her back. Another EVP shortly after that was a
recording that said she can help me bring her back.

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When they played it back and heard that, they immediately
started asking more questions, and the faint voice was picked up,
saying Genevieve. That one was loud and clear, not as
faint and whispy as the others. It was in response
to a question about bring who back. They ran upstairs
and played us back the recordings and told us what

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they'd been doing. I, of course, was now a little
more than weirded out. There was only one female down
in the jail cell with him, and it was not
her on the voice recording. Everyone was looking at me,
and I was looking at everyone else. As much as
I said I didn't believe any of this stuff, you
better believe. I was very uncomfortable. Everyone wanted me to

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go back down there, and for all my silliness and
bravados starting off the night, I now was really not
wanting to go back there, but everyone convinced me, including
the guide who came out to see what all the
hubbub was. When they played the recordings back for him,
he immediately asked who Genevieve was, and everyone pointed to me.

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I asked him if things like this had ever happened before,
and he said that a voice of a female had
been recorded a lot, but he'd never heard any one's
name ben uttered by the voice. After a bunch of prompting,
I agreed to go back down there and I won't lie.
At that point, I was pretty scared. I said I
wasn't going to say anything, and Brian, Jenny and my

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other friends said that I didn't have to, they would
handle it. I told them that if anything else happened, though,
I was no longer going to participate in this stuff.
So downstairs we went again and started another EVP session.
We did a couple and there were no responses, and
inside I breathed a sigh of relief that that part

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of the evening was over and I could just walk
away from all this with a strange story and that
was it. But on a fourth EVP session, a question
was asked how I could help, and on playback, the
female voice was there again and it said home. When
my friends followed up with questions about where home was,

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the voice was there again and just said Genevieve home.
It was only about midnight at this point, and I
was pretty much done with it. I knew none of
my friends were playing a prank, but I was starting
to get even more uncomfortable and just wanted to get
out of there. It was at that point where I
finally told my friend Matt, who had driven me there,

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not my boyfriend, just a good friend, that I wanted
to go home, and asked him if he would drive
me back to my apartment. Everyone looked bummed out for
a second, and I was angry with them that they
thought this was all just really interesting shit and not
how it was affecting me. Brian and Jenny convinced me
to stay for a little longer, but I wouldn't stay
down in the jail cell area. Everyone seemed like they

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were trying to accommodate my feelings for a little bit there.
Matt and I went back to the courtroom area and
hung out for another hour or so with the guide
after we told him what had happened on the return
trip to the jail cell wheneveryone else came back upstairs.
They hadn't heard anything else from downstairs, and the guy
had asked if he could get copies of the EVPs
for the place and its records. He also encouraged me

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to come back, but at that point I was just
ready to go home. Some people stayed later for the
entire evening until two, but Matt drove me home and
it was about one in the morning. He came in
to hang out for a little while to make sure
that I was okay, and I really had calmed down
by that time. A little after two, my phone rang

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and I picked it up, and it was Jenny and
my other friend Chrissy. They were saying that they had
picked up more of the woman's voice, saying something about
being cold and wanting to get warm. I was all like, okay, thanks,
I really needed to hear this, but I didn't say
anything over the phone. I just said goodbye, hung up,
and told Matt I was going to get ready for bed.

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I was tired. He took off and I did just that.
I got ready for bed. I got into bed and
was just going to watch some TV and FATO when
I heard a noise in my kitchen area. It was
a loud tapping at my door. The main door to
get into my apartment opened directly into the kitchen slashed
living room area. At first, I just thought it was

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the wind or something. So I just laid there and
then turned the TV off. But then the tapping got louder.
It was actually a knock. For a second, I thought
maybe my landlord had come over, but he would have
called beforehand. He never just showed up for anything. I
got out of bed and went to the door after
walking down the hallway, but there was no one at

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the door. I did open it up and looked around
the front of my building, but no one was there.
I shut the door and went back to my bedroom
and lied down to try to fall asleep. And that's
when I heard footsteps walking around in my kitchen. It
was a linoleum floor, and the sound I was hearing
were distinctly footsteps with someone who sounded like they had

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heavy shoes on. Now I was freaked out. I picked
up my foe and immediately called Jenny. She didn't answer,
and I sat there, not knowing what to do. I
called out, who's there, but no one answered. I thought
to myself, oh my god, this is silly. There's no
one in my apartment. And I got out of bed

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and turned on the lights and went down the hallway
back to the kitchen. There was no one there, obviously,
and I started getting angry at myself at the situation.
Was I just imagining this stuff because I was weirded
out from going on that ghost hunt. As I stood there,
my refrigerator door opened right in front of my eyes.
Then it closed. I stood staring at it, now thrown

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into a state of shock. Was I going crazy? Or
did I really just see that? Before I could even
answer that question, my kitchen faucet turned on the hot water,
I mean steaming again. I stood there, not knowing what
to do. I was terrified. The steam started to run
up the win above the sink, and because it was

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fall the windows were cold. It didn't take long for
a lot of steam to cover the window. I couldn't
even muster anything together to go over and turn the
water off. And when I finally did, coming out of
my fear, now feeling angry, I walked over turned off
the faucet, and at that moment I looked at the
window and the steam, an invisible hand or finger had

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written the words Genevieve and warm. Genevieve is not an
easy word to spell, even for me, but there it
was on my window. That was it. I ran back
to my room and called Jenny over and over until
she finally sleepily answered. I told her what was going on,
and at first she didn't believe me and thought I

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was just trying to keep the creepiness of the night going.
But by now I was in tears and said, I
don't know what to do. You need to help me.
She said she would come right over and for me
to stay in my room. I hung up and wait
for her, now very scared. Once again, my apartment was
dead silent, pardon the term, until I heard the footsteps

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walking around in the kitchen again. Then they stopped. I
strained to listen, but swear I heard footsteps on my
carpeting coming down my hall to my room. My door
was halfway open, and as I watched it, the door
flew all the way open and crashed on the wall
behind it. That was it. I got up, grabbed a

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pack of my smokes in a sweatshirt, and ran through
my house to go sit on the porch to wait
for Jenny. I waited for about fifteen minutes, and she
pulled up in her car and started walking up the
front walk to my apartment. I should say that I
just live in a unit of an old house with
three other units in it. There's two at the front
and one in the back. Jenny called out, hey, are

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you okay as she walked towards me, but then stopped
staring over my shoulder. I asked her if she was okay,
and then slowly turned around to see all the life
in my living room and kitchen flicking on and off.
That's when we heard a scream from inside, a woman's scream.
I jumped up and ran down into Jenny's arms and tears.

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Jenny took out her cell phone and called the police
as what we heard sounded like a human being inside
my apartment. My neighbors weren't home in the front or
the back, so they hadn't been bothered by any of this.
The police came out in about five minutes, and I
told them that we had just watched my lights flicking
on and off as I sat on the porch, and
we heard a woman's scream from inside. I didn't go

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into all the details of earlier in the night, but
I did tell them that someone had been knocking at
my door and no one was there. The officer asked
to go inside and I said absolutely, and he said
to wait on the porch. He went through my entire apartment,
opened all the doors, checked in the backyard, looked in
the bathroom, and even opened up cupboards and cabinets. There

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was no one in my apartment. He came back and
reported as such and said that if anything else happened,
to please call back. I told him I was going
to Jenny's. We had decided that while he was looking
through the apartment. He said he'd wait there while I
ran in to get some things made sure I had
locked both the back and front doors, and then reminded
me to call again if anything else happened. I didn't

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want to do anything. I just wanted to get the
hell out of there. We went back to Jenny's and
collapsed in her living room and fell asleep. After talking
about what had happened. The next morning, we went out
for breakfast and then back to my apartment, and that's
when I knew something was very wrong. All of my
living room furniture had been moved to the center of
the room. Everything couch chairs, love seat, tables, entertainment center,

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all of it. We stood there just looking at it
when we opened the door. I then went down into
my bedroom and saw that my bed had been basically
picked up and propped against the wall. All of my
clothes had been strewn about and it was just a
giant mess. And the bathroom all of my stuff had
been opened and either poured or squirted or smeared all over. Makeup, shampoo,

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and conditioner, soap, all of it just this giant mess
or my sink, counter, bathtub, toilet everywhere. Jenny said we
needed to call the cops again, so I did, and
we waited on the porch for two other officers to
show up. I told one what had happened the night before.
He verified it, and both of them went into my
apartment to look around. I assured them that I had

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locked the doors and that no one had been in
my apartment for the rest of the night. They asked
me to walk around to see if anything had been stolen,
but nothing had. All of my stuff was still there,
Even some of my more expensive jewelry and a cash
box that I had underneath my bed hadn't been opened
or touched. This wasn't a burglary. And one of the

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officers asked if I had any enemies or maybe some
crazy friends who were just trying to play a prank.
No one else had keys to my apartment other than
my landlord and my parents, who lived about twenty miles away.
Another officer showed up, and while they were asking me
questions and taking notes, he wandered into the apartment and
then came back out and asked the other officers to

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step to the side. He said something to them that
I couldn't really hear, so I leaned over to listen
to their conversation. He mentioned that in all the mess
in my bathroom, there was no evidence of any fingerprints
or really any fingers at all in the mess and
the smears. Nothing. It was just a giant mess, as

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if someone had worn gloves, but even those didn't show
any actual traces of fingers. He couldn't explain it. I
called my landlord and he came out and talked to
the police and then talked to me. I'd been living
there for two years and I was on very good
terms with him, and he said that he would change
the locks that day because nothing had been stolen and

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nothing had really been ruined. Police said they would just
file the report and again asked me to call back
if anything else happened. I went in to clean things up,
and Jenny helped me rearrange my furniture. I took a
shower after the bathroom was cleaned up, and Jenny was
sitting in my living room and said that she had
just called the place that we were the night before.

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They had never heard of anything like this happening before,
but they said they knew some people that could help
if I wanted some I didn't give a shit at
this point. I just wanted whatever was happening in my
apartment to stop and didn't ask for this. Didn't want
anything to come home with me, which actually looked like
is exactly what happened. I just wanted it to stop.

(01:56:41):
The woman we spoke to said she was going to
make a couple of calls and got my number. She
said someone would be calling me for help. We went
out to lunch and came back and there was an
answering message on my machine. It was a very cheerful
sounding woman who asked me to call her back right away.
I did, with Jenny sitting there, and answered a bunch
of her questions about what had happened the night before

(01:57:04):
and then all of the things going on in my apartment.
The woman offered to come over and say some sacred
prayers and burn some sage to try to cleanse my apartment.
I was ready to try anything. I certainly didn't want
the same kind of shit happening over and over again
that already had. The woman said she'd be over shortly,
and we went out onto the porch to enjoy the

(01:57:24):
sunshine on a pretty pleasant fall day. When the woman
pulled up in her car, I was half expecting some
crazy witch with long hair and all that stuff. But
she actually looked like a high powered real estate person,
you know, the kind you see on billboards. She was
strikingly beautiful, and I told her so. When she got
near us, she smiled and asked me exactly what was

(01:57:46):
I thinking? Was I expecting the wicked witch of the West.
She entered the home and immediately stopped and kind of
stared at my living room and kitchen. Then she asked
if she could look at the rest of my apartment,
and I said yes. She walked down the hall and
again stopped at my bedroom with a strange look on
her face. Then she came back and said, I don't

(01:58:07):
think this is going to be a problem. All of
this happened because you left. I didn't ask her for
the details on what she just meant. I figured she'd
let me know later. Then she asked for me and
Jennie to sit in the living room while she prayed,
and asked for us to jump in on the prayers.
When she prompted us, she just said that we needed
to repeat after her when she needed us to. After

(01:58:29):
about a half hour of these prayers, she got up
with a bundle of sage and lit it on fire,
and they kind of tamped it out and then began
walking through my apartment smudging it. I can't say I
love the smell of burning sage, but I didn't care.
I was just hoping that all of this stuff was
going to work. The woman went through the entire apartment

(01:58:50):
and came back into the living room to say a
few more prayers. She let off a sigh when all
of it was done, and then kind of looked like
she was spacing out. Then she closed her eyes, said
another prayer on her own. And I don't know how
else to say it, but everything seemed lighter all of
a sudden. It's like there was a heaviness there that

(01:59:10):
I hadn't even realized. But now that it was gone,
I realized something had been there. She asked us to
go out on the porch again, back into the sunlight,
and then she began to say. What had happened was
is that somehow I attracted something from the place that
we had been the night before, unknowingly I had brought
it home with me again. Unknowingly, She said it was

(01:59:33):
the spirit of a young woman who was looking for
help to get to the other side. She saw something
in me that she thought was help, but was just confused.
The woman also said that when I left, the woman's
spirit became even more confused, and that's why all the
stuff in my apartment had been messed about with. She said,
after the prayers, she felt the presence leave and said

(01:59:55):
that it would not come back. Still kind of skeptical,
I think her for her time and how much money
she needed, and she just smiled and gave me a
hug and said these sorts of things have no monetary value.
She gave me her number again and said to call
if I needed anything. Jenny immediately offered to stay at
my apartment that night with me, and we left to

(02:00:16):
get some things for dinner, and a couple bottles of wine.
I was still on edge and worried about things, but
that was unnecessary worry. Nothing happened again. I lived in
that apartment for another year and a half before moving
out with my boyfriend. There wasn't one funny sound, not
one misplaced item, nothing So here I am writing this

(02:00:40):
and nothing strange has ever happened in my life since then.
But I have changed my mind about what I do
and don't understand about this world and any other world
outside of it. I have a healthy skepticism still, but
I also have a healthy respect for things I don't understand,
and I have a small part of me that believes
there is an afterlife and for whatever reason, I was

(02:01:01):
chosen to play a role in it, that fateful night
I went on a ghost hunt. The other thought that
I have right now and still have had since that
day all this happened, is that whatever presence was in
my apartment or stuck in that building has moved on
and found peace someplace else. I truly hope that's what happened,
and there is a happy ending for whatever or whoever

(02:01:23):
that presence was. Hey, Gang, thanks for listening to this episode.

(02:01:50):
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be wary of things that go bump in the night.
It could be anything a ghost, a monster, or a
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