True Scary Stories Volume 73

In this episode, we dive into a nightmarish collection of encounters that blur the line between reality and the unknown. From shadowy supernatural beasts stalking the edges of the dark, to unsettling run-ins with strange and unpredictable people, to eerie paranormal moments that defy explanation—these stories will keep you on edge long after the episode ends. Tune in, if you dare, and prepare yourself for a journey into the unsettling world where the ordinary turns terrifying.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on my horror story
as a tow truck driver by Lake Garden. I was

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an RTTO that is registered tow truck operator for about
two years. It was a great job. Pay was good,
lots of overtime, and I had on call shifts. I
got into the career because of shows I watched as
a kid, like Highway through Hell. So when I got
the chance to go into the field, I jumped on it.

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The first month was good. Gained a lot of experience
and some new skills. And part of our job as
an RTTO was emergency calls with police and fire for crashing,
so I saw a lot of tragic stuff DUI fatalities,
hit and runs, non DUI fatalities, et cetera. The job

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can be very emotionally and mentally draining and can mess
you up if you're not careful. However, there's another kind
of aspect to the job. Not a lot of drivers
talk about the paranormal, odd or off calls, stuff that
unsettles you. Almost every tow truck driver has experienced it.

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This happened on a snowy, cold November night in twenty
twenty three. We didn't get a lot of calls that day,
so I was just chilling at the shop for my
on call shift, and all of a sudden, I got
a Washington State Patrol call for a broken down WSP
car off this dirt road. I didn't think much of
it at the time. It wasn't too weird for me

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since I'd gotten a few calls like it before, so
I just hopped in my flatbed and drove up to
the call. Look. The directions took me a good thirty
eight minutes or so outside of the city to the
mountains on I ninety. By the time I got off
the freeway, it was super foggy and very hard to see,
so I just took it slow and easy to be safe.

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I kept driving up the now dirt mountain road, and
I kept thinking to myself that this was a really
odd road for a State Police vehicle to be on,
since they usually stay on the interstates and state highways,
and I just shrugged it off since he could have
just been out there helping a sheriff for something more normal.
I finally got to the location and just stopped the

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truck and sat there for a minute. I mean, what
the hell, I thought to myself. The WSP car was
parked out on this mountain road with all its doors
open and no lights on, with no officers in sight.
It was so foggy I could really only see the car,
but it was clear to me that no one else
was around. I very heavily contemplated just turning around and

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going back, but I eventually decided to hop out and
inspect the car and look for the officer. As a
tow truck driver, I always carried with me, so I
grabbed my AR with my side arm holstered, and got
out of the truck. Not knowing what the hell I
was about to walk into or see. I walked up
to the car very cautiously and at first checked out

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the driver's seat. Nothing was missing, while the equipment was
still in its place and everything. Then I walked around
to the passenger side again and the same thing. Nothing
had been missing, nothing looked like it had been moved.
Then I went to look at the trunk where they
usually keep their ars and shotguns, etc. I got to

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the truck, but this time the AR and only the
AR was missing. That's when I noticed that the forest
was dead, dead quiet, no wind, no nothing I've seen
a lot of messed up stuff, dead bodies, entire families
killed in one accident, etc. But I was completely unnerved

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right then. Something inside me was telling me to get
the hell out of there. But before I did anything,
I called my dispatcher just to make sure I had
the right location and information, and sure enough, everything came
back correct. At that point, I was ready to just
get the hell out of there as fast as possible.

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Right before I turned the truck around, I yelled out
for the cop, but nothing, just dead silence. Something was
not right, I said to myself, and just booked it
out of there. The whole drive back, I had this
sick feeling like I stumbled across something I was absolutely
not supposed to see. I kept thinking why the cop

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was all the way out there, why did he leave
the car, and why were all the doors wide open,
or if it was even a cop in the first place,
I mean, more or less, why one ar was missing
when thousands of dollars worth of equipment were in that
car untouched. Once I got back to the shop, I
called the police dispatcher that gave us the call. Since

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I knew her, I was hoping she could give me
some answers. No, she said the exact same thing that
was said to me on the original call, that a
WSP car was broken down and just needed a tow.
I never told my supervisor or anyone else out of
fear that they wouldn't believe me. I mean, I probably

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wouldn't have been if they had been in my shoes.
I never heard anything about a missing cop or anything
on the news. I mean, there was just nothing about
this story that I could follow up on. Whatever. That
still creeps me out to this day just thinking about it.

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The nightmare that only gets worse by Conquin ninety three.
I feel like I need to start this off with
a warning that this story does contain explicit content, and
I shared hoping that it helps me maybe identify what
is affecting me through the help of anyone else that
has experienced something similar, so maybe then I can get
rid of it. Let me start this story by backtracking

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a couple of years. I was living in Flagstaff, Arizona.
I was twenty eight years old and living with my sister,
and we had an upstairs neighbor that was violent and strange.
I was and I am convinced she was possessed. I
means she would spit on me and would absolutely flip
out in the middle of the night, sounding like she
was about to break through the floor. My sister actually

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had her arrested about a year before I moved in
for trying to throw her down the stairs. I mean,
this violence was definitely weird, as both of us were nice, quiet,
kind people. Shortly after moving in, I suddenly, for the
first time in my life, started having seizures, which caused
me to break both my foot and later ankle from

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those seizures and required two surgeries, with a third pending.
I only bring that up because it was the start
of a series of very strange and unfortunate events. Due
to the surgeries and seizures, and the fact that I
have a history of opioid addiction, they wouldn't even prescribe
pain medication after surgery, which I understand, but the first

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surgery was just too much for my newly found sobriety,
and I ended up falling back into an opioid addiction
fentanyl to be exact. What I found out later was
the seizures that started out of nowhere were getting bad,
and at the same time I started noticing a dark
presence that was constantly around me. One night, while in Flagstaff,

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I was about to jump into the shower and my
bathroom door came flying open and hit me in the
back while I was standing in front of it. I
thought it was my sister, but then I discovered that
she was at work at the hospital where she worked
as an overnight nurse. I was very active in my addiction,
and immediately after I had surgery, I went to a rehab,

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got out, relapsed again, and my sister basically disowned me
due to my relapse. She still refuses to talk to
me as I write this, but by the end of
twenty twenty two, I got help and have stayed clean
and sober since. At that point, I was a thirty
two year old male, I had a girlfriend, and I
maintained a pretty decent job managing a small team at

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a car dealership. I've never had hallucinations or suffered psychosis
of any real sort, but I feel like I'm going
insane at times, but really I know I'm not. This
basically is the part where things started to get worse
for me. As I said, I was diagnosed with epilepsy
after having probably a hundred seizures in a year and

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a half period with multiple hospital stays, and in July
of twenty twenty four, I was in a car accident
that landed me in the ICU at the trauma hospital
with two fractured vertebrae. I was terrified and alone. I
found out I wasn't going to need surgery, but still
was out of work for over a month and was
extremely depressed. About two weeks after I got back to work,

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I was laying in bed one night around the first
week of October and I noticed what looked like a
faint shadow pacing around my bed quickly, and it scared
me so bad that I didn't sleep in my apartment
for a month. And then once while I was in
my car, it felt like there was something grabbing at
my legs and feet. I started capturing videos of just weird,

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out of place stuff moving, and I noticed that there
was a faint sound of a super high pitched noise
like what you hear when a TV is on, and
strange voices of a female. I eventually worked up the
courage to sleep in my house again, and I started
to notice there were more of those shadow entities and
they would cause me to feel pain in my genitalia,

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anal region, which is kind of embarrassing to admit. I
was constantly being touched, and this thing followed me everywhere,
even to work. I also started hearing really faint, ominous,
dreadful sounds, like horns of sorts. I would also notice
that sometimes it seemed like there was something that had

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more power than the other entities and didn't look like
a faint shadow. It looked like a mirage in the desert,
you know, just in the shape of a human being.
I noticed the shadows jump if I throw exorcism water
at it, and if I hold my rosary out towards them,
my rosary will spin and my crucifix necklace gets pulled tightly.

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The noises started with the frequent sound of a single
whistle here and there. Also heard that high pitched noise constantly,
and other strange noises that I can only describe as
electronic noises. I even hear what I can only equate
to what I would assume is a portal sound like
sucking something through, and then something or someone yelling hey

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at me in a strangely normal human voice for about
two seconds before hearing the weird noise again and sounding
like it was sucked out through this portal noise. I
recently just moved and things seem almost worse. I'm also
working with the church who is putting me in touch
with an exorcist. I mean, I just don't feel possessed,

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but this thing definitely has an obsession with my male
reproductive organs in anal regions, so I'm constantly on guard.
As I mentioned, I recently just moved and the church
is so slow. I do online deliverance prayers but nothing
is working. Has anyone out there ever experienced anything like this.

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It's been an absolute nightmare and I could seriously use
some help. I'll also add that due to my history
with addiction, I do see a psychiatric doctor for depression,
but she even told me I don't suffer from psychosis
and that I should just contact a priest. So please,
anyone out there, if you've experienced anything like this, please

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let me know. Strange encounter in the RVG by I
licked it now I own it on Glascock, just south
past the elementary school in Ltigra in the Rio Grande Valley.

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This happened different years, but both before the Big Freeze.
Killed so many of the orange trees years back. One
of the strange things that we saw was just a
normal dude who ran out of the orange trees and
across the road into a field. Was butt ass naked
and running like a coyote, which is what I assumed
it was at first from a distance. The guy ran

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off into the night and that was that. But the
second thing that I saw is more of an actual puzzle,
and I'm glad I can actually talk about it now.
This happened in the early evening, and having my kid
in the car with me, I didn't want to stop
to photograph some weird shit, if you know what I mean.
What we saw was a massive, dark, gray, humanoid bird

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looking thing. It was just standing in the shadows of
the trees. At first, I thought it was an escaped
zoo shoebill until we got closer to it, and upon
passing it, it had but looked like long, sickly thin
arms and a partially human face with excessively large dark eyes.
What I thought was a shoebill's long and wide beak

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was actually a thin looking chest. I couldn't see too
much of the legs or lower half, but it was
remarkably tall. I mean, I'm five seven and I wouldn't
be surprised if it was at least a head taller.
It had slowed down from forty miles an hour to
roughly ten as we passed it, and it appeared to
walk forward while stretching its arms towards us, moving its

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face directly towards us, I mean, not the car, us
the people inside. My daughter started to cry, and I
just hit the gas and took off, I mean, reassuring
her all the while that it was just an escaped
shoe bill. It must have looked gangly because it was lost,
and it looked gangly because it was lost. That was it.

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Nothing special happened. We didn't hear anything. It didn't chase
us or anything like that. It just looked freaky as
I'll get the fuck out, man. My mother in law
believes we witnessed La le Choosa. And I'm not a
native from the Rio Grande Valley. I'm originally from Virginia
and Kentucky. Thus I'm unfamiliar with large fauna in the area.

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I'm quite a skeptical person, so any wildlife info that
anyone has out there would be appreciated, and I'm also
open minded to anyone else's thoughts or beliefs on what
that could have been that we saw out there in
the RVG. I got a knock on the door in

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the middle of the night at a cabin in the
woods by anonymous. I'm a thirty four year old male
and a few years ago, I had an extremely stressful
week at work, so I decided to book a cabin
on Airbnb at the very last minute for the same night.
On a Friday, ME and my dog packed up and

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I drove up there about an hour and a half away.
I stopped on the way and got a bottle of
wine and a town about twenty minutes from the cabin,
and then I went and got food at a restaurant
just down the road. The place had a very small
town vibe. I got to the cabin around seven forty five,
just enough light out to start a fire, which I did.

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The cabin was down a gravel road that was about
a five minute drive from the main road. It was
pretty fucking secluded. It had a pretty fucking secluded feeling,
even though in comparison to some actually secluded spots, this
was only about twenty minutes from like a gas station.
There was no cell service near the cabin. It stopped

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a minute down the road. I didn't mind that because
it was nice to just decompress. The reviews of the
place were all great. It had electricity and a clean,
updated bathroom. The microwave and fridge were nothing fancy but clean.
It had a nice front porch to sit on, and
there were windows on every wall of the building to
see out into the woods around it. The driveway coming

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up from the backside of the cabin stopped completely alongside
the right. My dog and I sat around the fire
until about eleven or eleventh, and then I put it
out and went inside to go to bed with the dog,
just putsing around on my phone. The dog kept becoming
alert to noises outside, but I took that as the

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woods doing their thing. About forty five minutes into laying
in bed, I heard a light knock at the door
to say I was fucking terrified. As an understatement, my
heart fucking dropped into my gut. I didn't answer it,
and I heard a light knock again about thirty seconds later.

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Now I was wondering if something was wrong with the airbnb,
because there was no cell service and the owner couldn't
get to me. Did I not notice the place was
on fire? I mean, I don't know. In that scenario,
it all sort of runs through your head fast. The
door was solid and locked, but there was a window
to the right of it on the porch. I turned

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the porch light on and peeked my head in the window,
and a guy was standing there. He didn't seem scary necessary,
and he may have been drunk, but he wasn't like
smashing down the door or screaming. He immediately saw me.
I mean, the windows were like mad old and shitty,
so I could tell he'd be able to hear me
even though the door was closed. I said, what do

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you want? And he motioned his head toward the door
to come into the cabin. I said why with an attitude,
because now, who the fuck is this? He said? For sex? Now,
in my mind I was like, what I told him,

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this is highly inappropriate and you need to leave right now.
I have a GPS cell phone and will call the
police immediately. And I didn't have a GPS phone, but
I've always been a fast thinker, and I hoped it
would scare him off. He quickly turned around and left
the porch. The cabin was mostly one open room, so

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I quickly laid back down in the bed heart I
didn't know if he was going to go get a
gun or something to break in with. Directly across the
bed from me was the window that looked out onto
the driveway, and I could see the running lights that
turn on when your car doesn't have the lights actually on.
I could see those as this car whatever backed up.

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I laid in bed in fear for about another three
or four minutes, honestly thinking of stuff I had to
use as a weapon. This was during COVID time, so
I had rubbing alcohol and a lighter right there on
my bedside table. My plan was if this guy got
in somehow, I light him on fire. I got up
after a few minutes and went and pushed a dresser

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and chair in front of the door. The cabin was elevated,
so I wasn't terribly worried about the windows, except the
one on the porch. Once again, I laid back down
in bed, lights off, and terrified and wide awake till
the sun came up. The guy never came back. I
packed up and left as soon as it was bright

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enough and messaged the airbnb owner as soon as I
got cell service. He said that nothing like that had
ever happened, and they offered to help me file a
police report, and I didn't because I lived far away
and I think this was just a one off thing.
But questions that I have to this day are one,

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how did he know I was there? All I can
think is that he followed me from the small town
I'd stopped in about twenty minutes away. I'm a gay man,
and I'm not necessarily feminine presenting, but if you have
the eye, you can tell. I'm assuming the locals must
know there is an Airbnb out there too. The other

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thing is too how did he manage to get his
truck down the road quietly and with no lights on?
Did he push it the last bit of the way?
Did I really not notice the running lights? I mean,
it was pretty quiet out there except for the woodland noises.
Hear anyone pull up or walk up the rural church.

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Submitted by Mixelplick. My hometown is very small and rural.
It's not a very interesting place to grow up, and
my friends and I were always trying to come up
with interesting diversions to preserve our collective sanity. We all
had some degree of interest or curiosity in the paranormal,

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and living in the South, ghost stories were fairly common,
so we decided that if there was any truth to
those tales, we wanted to experience them firsthand. We began
our own little paranormal investigation group, limited to our group
of friends, and set out to investigate every tale we heard.
When those were exhausted, we sought out new leads, asking

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older relatives and acquaintances who were native to the area
if they had heard any spook stories. Those too, were
soon investigated, and we were still bored. My younger sister
found a map in our own house, which was very old,
that showed the entire county as well as a few
neighboring ones, and gave the location of churches, firehouses, and cemeteries.

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This was a jackpot, and we immediately began systematically visiting
every church in every cemetery, marking them off the map.
As we progressed searching for any sign of ghostly habitation,
we saw the Glowing Tombstone, a local attraction that the
police tried to keep the kids away from. It did
indeed glow with an eerie green phosphorescence, but only when

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struck by moonlight. Many of the stories turned out to
be based on natural phenomenon or optical allusions. To our
great disappointment, most of our leads were total washouts, with
nothing interesting at all to see or hear. A few
created feelings of anxiety in the group or produced impressions
of other presences, but overall most of the summer was

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spent on fools errands. Then I heard about the church.
The summer was over and I was back in college
when an acquaintance of mine told me about a small
adventure he had had at a haunted church. He was
a police despatcher in the local constablary, a large and
powerful man. He said he was with a young lady

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with whom he desired to score, and he decided to
take her to an old church that was supposed to
be haunted in order to get her in the mood,
as it were. She said she felt anxious even being
near the place, and he had no intention of leaving
his truck himself. I should mention that in my area,
at least, there is a standard story that everyone tells
about any church that looks creepy. They say that the pastor,

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deacon or whatever was found dead there one morning, his
head having been cut off, presum during the night. The
church was then haunted, possibly by the murdered man. Invariably,
there is an element about a Bible, most often a
large one on a pedestal right inside the door. Supposedly
no one can pick it up, or perhaps someone can

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pick it up, but not approach the podium with it
as it becomes increasingly heavy, or it bleeds, or it's
always on the same page, whatever, And they always tell
you that the church is never locked and you can
go in at any time, though that was never the case.
My police friend proceeded to tell me the same story

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about this particular church. It, needless to say, I was
not particularly impressed, having heard the same story about many
other churches, most of which turned out to be totally innocuous,
But in my pursuit of the strange and interesting, I
persuaded him to take me there anyway. Another guy I
knew decided to come along, and he brought his girlfriend

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all piled into my grandam and took off for Lewisbourg.
Leuisbourg is a small town too. You can pass right
through it without noticing it very much. We took a
series of back roads to get to the church, and
the road started out bad and continued to get progressively worse,
until my only thought was, please don't let my car

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break down here. The trees on either side of the
road were very thick and covered the sky almost completely
above the road, creating an eerie and claustrophobic feeling. Suddenly
we went around a curve and the church was before us.
There was a small gravel area on the right side

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of the road in front of the church. Wrought iron
gates opened onto a small path that led up to
the church, perhaps eighty feet from the gravel area. The
church itself didn't look particularly old, maybe forty years or so,
and it was about the size of a large barn.
A graveyard surrounded the church on both sides and continued

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behind it like a horseshoe, with the church in the middle.
I decided that the little gravel area room up for
two cars parallel to the road was too conspicuous to park,
and I spotted a small pull off across the road
from the church. The area was wooded and it looked
like I could pull the car out of sight. I

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parked the car and began to get out. The policeman,
whose name was David, immediately protested. He thought it was
a really bad idea to get out, and I responded that, hey,
I've just driven a long way. There's no way I'm
not going to investigate. The other guy, Art and his
girl Crystal, spoke up and said, no way, were they

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leaving the car. I said that was fine, as I
had the only flashlight and they could just sit in
the car in the dark. They soon followed me. I
went across the road through the wrought iron gates, onto
the path, and thus to the porch of the church.
I twisted the door knob with no expectation that it

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would turn, but it did. It really was unlocked. My
party began to protest, and surely I didn't intend to enter. Yeah,
I did, and once again, after a moment, they followed me.
The interior of the church was a major disappointment. There

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was no pedestal, no Bible. It was fairly standard as
far as churches go. My party felt very uneasy, and
each of them said at least once that the place
felt wrong, somehow bad. Me I felt nothing. Over a
period of years, I've noticed that some people seem to

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be more in tune with spirits or psychic vibrations or
whatever they are, while some seem oblivious to them. As
a blind man delight, I happened to be blind these
paranormal things. I poked around a little but found nothing interesting,
and the place looked to me like it was regularly
used for services. So we exited the church. My party

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expressed great relief when we left, and indicated that we
could leave at any moment. I felt like I had
wasted my evening not to mention a tank of gas,
and I insisted upon looking at the graveyard before we left. Grudgingly,
they agreed. The graveyard was very old. A few of

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the stones were from the past twenty years or so,
but mostly were in the early nineteen hundreds. Some of
the stones were too old and warned to read at all,
and basically looked just like a regular granite knubs. A
few of the graves were weird, though, with tiny wrought
iron fences around the grave and stone, some to a
height of about three feet. Finally, it seemed that I

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had exhausted all of the possibilities that the place had
to offer, so I agreed to leave when they wanted to.
Everyone but me was very glad to go and expressed
great unease at even being there. We walked back to
the pull off and got in the car, and when
I turned my headlights on, I saw that the pull
off was adjacent to another small graveyard that we didn't

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notice previously when we were walking in the darkness toward
the church. I insisted that we look at it before leaving.
This area had much stranger graves than the other larger
ones surrounding the church. Some of the graves were nothing
more than piles of stones, and one was encircled by
a small barbed wire fence. My party was huddled together

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in fear and begged me to leave. They said that
they felt evil presences, and I was prepared to agree
once again to leave when I spotted a small path
that led into the forest. I told them we could
leave after checking out the path, and they all said, no,
no way were they going down that path. I said,

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fine with me, wait for me here, and then I
set off down the path. The path led to a
clearing of one hundred and fifty feet or so in diameter.
I'm a poor judge of distance, but that's how about
how big it was. And it was in the middle
of the woods. The trees made an abrupt wall all
around it, and it did seem odd and pretty creepy.

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I was walking into the clearing with my flashlight pointed
straight ahead, scanning the area for anything interesting, and I
could hear that David Arden Crystal were now following me,
perhaps seventy five feet behind. Suddenly, both my eyes and
my flashlight found a huge beast before me. It was

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the size of a very large man on all fours.
Its body was covered with silver or grayish hair, and
it seemed to be gnawing at something or something on
the ground. The instant my light hit it, it raised
its head and looked directly at me. I remember the
impression of a snout and pointed ears towards the top

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of the head. And its eyes, however, were human. By that,
I mean that they didn't reflect the beam of my
flashlight like a dog or cat would, or any night
animal for that matter. I can't stress enough. They looked
like the eyes of a man. The beast was about
twenty feet in front of me, and there was a

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gravestone in front of it and slightly to the left,
another was behind and to the right of it. It
looked at me for maybe a second or two. I
was completely frozen. I mean no thought entered my mind,
no emotions. I was blank. Then the creature stood up.
It looked about eight or nine feet tall. I mean

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just very, very big. Not fat, but more lithe and muscular.
It turned toward the forest before us and ran into
the trees. I mean it moved so fast. I have
no words to adequately describe it. It was very nimble,
especially for a creature so big. My mind began to

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thaw out. I had seen, or at least thought I
saw the beast for around three seconds. It's kind of
hard to say, as the entire encounter was in that
molasses slow perception usually reserved for automobile accidents, and it
seemed like several minutes. My first reaction was that I

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had imagined it, or hallucinated it, or otherwise just conjured
it up I realized that I had heard and could
still hear, the beast making its way through the forest.
I could hear the leaves crackling and twig snapping as
something large made its way rapidly away from my position.
David came running up beside me. I wondered if he

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had seen it for an instant, and then I heard
what he was yelling at me as he ran up.
Did you see that fucking thing? Did you see it? Jesus?
It was huge. I asked him to describe what he saw,
and he described the creature perfectly the way that I
saw it. I looked out into the forest, shining my

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light around pointlessly. For some reason, my instinct was to
pursue the creature, but David physically dragged me back to
the path, not bothering to try to dissuade me verbally.
Art and Crystal were back at the edge of the
path and Crystal was sobbing uncontrollably, and Art was also
on the verge of tears, panic evident in his voice.

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They both denied they had seen anything. Got into my car,
and as I started it up, I felt fear for
the first time in the evening. We tore off and
aimed for home. David asked Art and Crystal how they
could have missed seen that beast, and Art burst into
tears and screamed, how the hell could I not see it.

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David proceeded to grill them for details. They're terrified descriptions,
matching David's in my own memory perfectly. Later at my apartment,
I related the story to my roommate. He thoughtfully puffed
out his cigarette for a moment, and then asked me,
what would you have done if the creature had run
towards you? My blood felt like ice. For some reason,

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it had never even occurred to me how easily that
thing could have ripped me to shreds, and its speed
was such that its prey would have had little time
for action before meeting its demise. A few days later,
I saw a friend of mine on campus and we
had lunch and I told him the story. I didn't
tell him where I was or the name of the church,

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and he said he knew of a place that sounded similar,
which he had heard was haunted. He said it was
in Lewisbourg, and then proceeded to name the church. I
was astounded. He said that the people in the area
knew all about the church and the graveyard. He said
the graveyard was very, very old, and that some Native

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Americans were buried there. The graveyard was there before the
church and even the road both were built on top
of it. My mind raced, and I immediately realized that
the small graveyard was pretty obviously a part of the larger,
horseshoe shaped one. I asked him if they had moved
the graves or just the stones, and he said that

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he didn't know, but there was no record of their
having been moved. He told me that he'd been there
several times himself and that in his opinion, it was
definitely haunted. Another friend of mine was more interested in
the creature itself and said that he had seen something
similar and that they were known to live in an
area that he described, which included the area in which

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the church was located. He described old logging roads that
cut into large sections of virgin forests near by. He
said that teenagers used to park on the logging roads
to make out, and that one of his friends actually
had a terrifying experience there. The guy was with his
girlfriend in a pickup truck having sex when the truck

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suddenly began to bounce up and down so hard that
the back end was striking the ground. They stopped what
they were doing and looked around in alarm, and the
truck bed was a large brown beast that sounded much
like the creature I had seen it was jumping up
and down in the bed, its arms dangling like a gorilla,

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and the two people began screaming in terror, incapable of action,
But the beasts seemed to grow bored of the game
in a minute or two and then leaped out of
the truck bed, darted across the road, and went into
the forest at an amazing speed. The pair obviously left
the area post haste. I've personally visited that church on

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seven or so occasions, and I have never failed to
experience supernatural occurrences of some kind. I'd like to hear
from anyone who has seen or heard of any similar creatures.
The story has become over long, and I'll end it.
I've deliberately omitted the name or exact location of this church,
as the police are already upset that I and my

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friends visit it. We have spoken with them several times
and they realize we mean no harm and are not
damaging the property in any way. The land is public property,
and they have acknowledged that they have no actual right
to prevent us from going there. But I wonder if
the police are aware of what goes on there to
tell you the truth. I suspect they do. Creepy crawl

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space by Anonymous. My story took place seven years ago.
I was fifteen at the time, and our family moved
around a lot. We settled into this house in Pennsylvania.
I don't remember the age of the house or much
of its history, but as soon as I spent the
first night in that house, I knew something wasn't right.

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You would get these really unexpected bouts of uneasiness or
anxiousness there. There would be freezing cold spots in the
house in the summer and strange noises unassociated with settling sounds.
In that house, there was a crawl space that connected
three of the four bedrooms. I say crawl space, but
really me, my sister, and brother would use it for

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our hangout spot. We spent a lot of time there,
but rarely one of us would ever venture into the
crawl space on our own. We occupied the three bedrooms
that were connected by the crawl space, while my parents'
room was the one on the other side of the hallway.
Sometimes night we would use the crawl space to creep
into each other's rooms and talk way into the night.

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One evening, I remember trying to sneak into my sister's
room through the crawl space. It was very dark there.
There was a light in there, but it had a
pull chain instead of a wall switch, and the light
was hard to locate in the dark, so I thought
I would feel my way to my sister's door. While
feeling around in the dark, I heard a grunt and

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I stepped dead in my tracks. Clearly somebody was in
the crawl space with me, there was no question as
to what I heard. I thought it was my brother,
so I stayed real quiet and thought i'd play around
and scare him. Finally, after a lot of silence, I
yelled real loud booh, thinking that he'd cry out or

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scream or something. Nothing. It was right then that I
almost pissed myself. No joke. If I could have, I
would have. I mean, something just felt so wrong, butterflies
in my gut. I raced back towards my open door
and slammed it shut. Needless to say, I didn't go

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back into that crawl space again. I told my siblings
about the incident, and my brother didn't believe me, and
my sister kept insisting that it was my brother all along,
even though he kept denying it. A couple of months
passed and nothing unusual happened. Then one night something did.

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I'd been sick and had been in bed for most
of the day, and I wasn't allowed out of my
room for fear that I give my virus to the family.
My brother was sleeping over at a friend's house, and
my sister was asleep in her room, and my parents
were downstairs watching TV. I had been sleeping myself, but
something woke me right up. You know that feeling when

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you're dozing or about to fall asleep, and for some
reason you feel like you're falling and you jerk up
in bed. Well that's what I felt, But I was
coming out of a normal sleep. I had the butterflies again,
but it didn't seem anything was wrong. Just then I
heard creek. Yep, you freaking guessed it. My crawl space

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door was opening. By now I could see better in
the darkened room. I looked toward the door, half expecting
my sister to come out. Nope. Nothing. For some reason
I'll never be able to explain it to this day,
that feeling of complete fear and danger flooded into me.

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I mean, I was so scared to begin with, but
this feeling was like I could sense something dangerous coming,
like I knew what was in that gaping hole of
blackness was observing me. I'm crying as I type this.
I remember how I felt, and I know that I
never want to feel that way again. I don't know

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what gave me the courage of the strength, but I
jumped up. I mean I hurled myself across that room
to my bedroom door. I don't even remember running down
the hall. All I remember is me on top of
my sister and her bed, clutching onto her with fists,
and my sisters screaming out of confusion, and me screaming
at the top of my lungs. Don't let it get me,

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don't let it get me. My father, on a more
comical note, said he must have grown wings that day.
He ran so fast up those stairs. He thought someone
was murdering us, and I told him what happened. I mean,
I was hysterical. My parents allowed me and my sister
to sleep in their room that night and in the morning,

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even though he didn't believe my story. My father screwed
all the cross spaced doors shut. There were never any
problems after that, apart from the cold spots and such
a couple of years ago I saw a psychic and
my family had moved out since, but I was always
curious as to what happened that night. The psychic, not

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knowing the story, told me that a little boy had
died in the house that I had lived in, and
that was true, an infant boy was crushed by a
roll of carpeting, she said, though that's not what was
in the crawl space that night. What was in there
was something else, something very evil. She also told me

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that if I stayed any longer in my bed, it
would have revealed itself to me. That's all I cared
to know, And to be honest, I don't really like
talking about this with people, since all I've got from
that house are such depressing memories. Edge Hill submitted by

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nick I. A few years ago, a friend of mine
invited me along for an evening at edge Hill, the
historic battleground in England. The whole thing was instigated by
a friend of his who we worked with. That chap
had an extensive knowledge of Edgehill and even knew the
real date on which the battle's anniversary fell. Apparently the

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dates changed over the years due to changes to the calendar,
but the evening was set. Myself and my friend, with
his friend and about four other blokes were going. We
drove up to Edge Hill and parked in a nearby
pub car park. Then we walked a short distance along
a very dark lane to the start of the hill

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and entered the first field. We walked down it, making
a fair amount of noise, joking and generally trying to
spook each other. At any rate, very little happened as
we walked through the field, and we entered the next field.
Feeling a little disappointed, We continued to walk towards the
hedge at the end of that field when one of

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the group spotted some lights in the next field over.
We all stopped and looked at those lights. At first appearance,
they seemed to be the aircraft warning lights placed on
electrical pylons. There were two pairs of these lights at
the same height from the ground from where we stood.
They appeared to be about six feet above the level

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of the field, and we assumed that they were indeed
electrical pylons several miles distant. We continued to look at them,
when suddenly the pair on the right moved. This was
a dark field, but as we watched the lights moving,
it was possible to make out a faint silhouette against
the backdrop of distant town lights, the silhouette of a man.

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As we watched, it became apparent that what we were
seeing was a man with a torch strapped to either
side of his head and who appeared to be swaying
from one side to the other. One of our lads
with us had a large mag light and shone it
at the man, but the torch failed to illuminate the area,
almost as if the light was being absorbed. Then the

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second pair of lights began to move in the same manner.
By this time we had all shut up and we
were watching the scene before us. One of us suggested
that the show was nothing more than a couple of
locals out playing a prank on anyone who would come
to do just what we were doing. Spurred on by that,
we decided that as there were seven of us and

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apparently only two of them, the sensible thing to do
would be to shout abuse and see what happened. That's
what we did, But the lights just carried on dancing
and even appeared to get closer, we could see no
way through the hedge into that field. It decided the
lights were now quite unnerving and our attempts at communication

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had failed, so the next best action would be a
tactical retreat. We all began walking back up the muddy,
slippery field, trying to get to the top of the
hill for a better look. About half way up, I
turned around to look at the light. They were now
an our field on the other side of the hedge

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and really scared the crap out of me, and I
tried to run the rest of the distance, passing a
couple of the other people and shouting at them to
look behind them. We all ran up the hill and
into the next field, eventually reaching the top of it
and resting on a bench. There. We all sat there,
smoking and debating what we had just seen. One of

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us then noticed something moving in our current field. We
watched it, and then saw another thing moving, and then another.
Then one of these things came towards us. It was
a bloody horse, pure black, no rider. The field seemed
to have at least ten of these horses, all of

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them black, but we hadn't noticed them on the way
down to the field. Nor on the way back up. Oh,
that did it for us. We left the field and
walked back down the lane towards the pub our park,
feeling a little safer as we saw the lights of
the pub ahead. We talked about the horses and the
lights and what it could all mean. One of the

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lads in the group said that the horses had been
seen before around edge Hill in strange circumstances. Apparently many
horses were killed in the battle as well as the men.
As if to punctuate his dialogue, we suddenly heard this
whinny from behind us, and I mean right behind us.
We all turned around with a jump, but there was

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no horse there, and on either side of the lane
the hedge was quite low and there were no horses
to be seen. We jogged the remaining distance to our
cars and left the area, myself convinced that I had
experienced something supernatural that evening. The moving doll by Nina.

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My dad was a truck driver and was always on
the road. He used to bring back dolls for my
little sister from the places he went while working. I
had a fear of dolls since a young age, and
I remember when I was four I had my mom
throw away every doll and stuffed animal in the house,
so you can imagine I wasn't too thrilled about him
bringing back all those dolls every week. One day, I

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was homesick from school and my dad had gotten into
town that day. He had given my little sister one
of those dolls that when you lay them down, their
eyes closed, and when they're seated they opened back up.
They had all left for Walmart, and Rachel had left
the doll lying on the couch. I was terrified of

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the doll, and I wanted it out of the house. Well,
I got the doll and walked outside and down this
little alley that was behind our duplex to the dumpster.
The duplex dumpster had a lid and a large metal
bar that went over it that was locked with a pad,
locked so that only tenants could use it. Huh. I
unlocked it and put the doll in, closed it with

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the metal bar, re locked it and went back in
the house. I needed to do my homework that had
been picked up for me, so I was sitting at
the kitchen table doing my work to explain our dining room.
There was a kitchen table up against the wall and
there was a window on the left side of the
table in the front. When you looked out the window

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to your left, you saw another duplex and our back
door and steps. I was working away when I happened
to look up and saw something red in the corner
of my eye. I looked out the window to the
left of me, and sitting on the steps was the
doll that I had put in the dumpster only an
hour before. It was just sitting there in an upright position,

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facing the window, looking in at me. I was confused
because I knew no one had seen me put the
doll in the dumpster. Because I was embarrassed of my fear,
so I had distinctly made sure no one saw me.
I ran outside to the side of the house, grabbed
the doll and went back and put it in the
dumpster again, this time keeping an eye out if anyone

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was watching me. There was no one around. I went
back into the house, and by now I was pretty
freaked out, but I blew it off, thinking that someone
must have seen me and was playing a sick joke,
so I went back to doing my homework. Because of
the bad feeling I was having, I kept looking out
the window like every five minutes or so, just to

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make sure the doll wouldn't return. After about twenty minutes,
I realized the doll wasn't coming back, so I put
all my attention back into my homework, finishing in about
thirty five minutes later. I closed my books and put
them into my book bag. I was about to get
up and get a snack when I looked over and
the doll was sitting there again, but this time it

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was sitting on the ground up against the house, with
its arms around the drain pipe that was there. I
was terrified. I grabbed a black garbage bag and ran
outside and tossed the doll in the bag, tied it,
and ran four blocks down the road to the seven
eleven and I put the doll into the dumpster there

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and then ran back home. I was crying my eyes
out on the couch when my parents and sister got back.
I told them what had happened. They didn't believe me,
and I got into a lot of trouble for trashing
the doll, But the doll never came back. Rural Indian story,

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early two thousands, by careless action. Back when I was
a kid, our village was not as developed in terms
of infrastructure. One thing you should know about people from
the rural south is that they're extremely religious and have
ceremonies for all sorts of things. This is important for
the context of this story. On one of those festival weeks,

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we decided to visit old temples for prayers. The road
wound round a hill and went pretty deep into the forest,
and this coupled it with being monsoon season, meant we
took an easy three hours to get there. One thing
about the monsoon in India is that bizarrely, some villages
get more than others, even if there are a few
kilometers apart. So we went from a lightly cloudy village

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to something straight out of twilight. I mean, we could
barely see the road ahead of us. The driver somehow
took a wrong turn and I still don't know how.
It was mostly hilly roads that were one way, but
we ended up even deeper into the forest. Keep in
mind it was so dark we thought it was evening
despite it being early afternoon. We found a few houses

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there and the driver decided to ask around for directions.
No dice. All of them were abandoned, but weirdly they
seemed well kept. Okay, we thought maybe the residents had
gone to some festival ceremony, but this deep into the forest,
and plus this was before Google Maps, so our GPS
didn't have a stable network. The driver decided to try

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his luck through the settlement. My parents were getting increasingly worried,
as timing is important in rituals. I was at the back,
starving pre ritual breakfasts are ass The road got increasingly shabby,
but the driver pushed through. I noticed the trees were
slowly looking more decayed, like they were dark brown, and

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the leaves were drooping low. I also noticed a distinct
lack of birds, and I was from the city, so
country birds were special to me. And then we just
heard a noise like a whistling, singing combination. Can keep
in mind this was a hilly forest, so maybe it

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was the wind, maybe it was the forest itself. It
spent many years, but I still remember that sound. My
parents were scared at that point. They were scared that
there was a large animal stalking us, and unlike Americans,
we couldn't carry firearms. My dad urged the driver to

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turn back, but the guy said he knew the road
from here, which is a blatant lie, and that he
could drive us out, besides going back meant losing fuel.
The sound got softer and louder, and at times seemed
like it was coming from the car itself. And then
we saw some weird shit. I don't remember it exactly

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since I was a kid, but it seemed like things
were dangling from the trees overhead, dilapidated things. It was
so dark. I was told it was monkeys, but we
have absolutely no idea what it really was at that point,
and I remember my head starting to hurt really bad.
The driver eventually found his way out, but looked worried.

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We ditched the temple idea and drove home and stopped
by a cafe for chai and asked around in our
native language. I found out years later that we had
driven through a black magic area of the forest, a
place where practitioners congregated to perform old rituals things our
culture now finds dangerous. Apparently we were the first ones

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to go through that area in a long while. Most
of the locals stayed away. Look A lot of it
was rumors, but we couldn't understand how there was an
entire road through it. The locals said the usual. Now
the forest is alive, give a respect, But how could
the forest magically conjure a road through through it? Plus,

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if there was a road, wouldn't the government have gone
through the area and fixed it up. All I was
told was the sound with spirits trying to entice us
to leave the road or stop the vehicle. Our family
living out that way moved, so we'd never gone back
to that village, but I remember it being a famous
legend in the area, which my parents didn't know as

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they were from the city. I think they finally expanded
the roads there years later. Also, if anyone wants to
nitpick the story. In India, we consider such villages to
be hometowns more than cities, since our ancestors and older
relatives had built strong communities there. Real nightmares by John M.

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From my whole life. The image of a severed hand
has always been a recurring thing in my occasion nightmares.
When I have had a nightmare, I made a habit
of just telling myself to wake up, and when fully awake,
just checking to make sure everything was fine before going
back to sleep, such as turning on the light, looking
under the bed et cetera, stuff to put myself back

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at ease. I'm the eldest of five children, and on
the day after I graduated from high school in nineteen eighty,
my mother remarried, and she, my brother, and three sisters
moved to Louisville, Texas, to live with her new husband.
One of my sisters call her Melissa. Was very excited
to be getting her own room after having shared a

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room with the other two girls her entire life. Not
long afterward, I was talking to my mom on the
phone and she said something funny was happening. Many mornings
she found Melissa sleeping in bed with one of my
other two sisters in their rooms. When asked about it,
Melissa would just say that she'd had a bad dream.

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But as time went on, it got to the point
where Melissa refused to sleep in her own room. The
following Christmas break from college, I went to stay with them,
and Mom said I could sleep in Melissa's room since
she never slept there anyway. It was a very small room,
just big enough for a twin bed, a chest of drawers,
and a small desk. On Christmas Eve, I stayed up

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very late wrapping some gifts and was the last one
into bed. About two a m. I finally turned in
and fell asleep, and I began to have a terrible nightmare.
In it, there was a severed hand, as I mentioned before,
but this time it was for some reason, very clear,

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very cold, and very dead, but felt very malevolent. And oh,
by the way, it was trying to strangle me. In
the dream, I put my pillow over it to try
and hold it down, and it was struggling to get out.
I was telling myself to just wake up, and I
was just having a bad dream. And finally I did

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wake up. I sat up in bed, really surprised at
how vivid the dream had been, but then I calmed down.
I laid back down to go to sleep, and as
I always did to prove to myself, there was nothing there.
I stuck my hand under the pillow and grabbed a cold,
dead hand that squeezed my hand back very hard. I

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screamed the kind of scream that you can only make
when you're gripped by utter terror, because if you tried
to do it consciously, you'd hurt yourself. In seconds. The
entire family was at the door to the bedroom when
the light snapped on I was recoiling back from the
pillow in total panic and told them all that there
was a hand under the pillow. I yanked the pillow

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away to find nothing. Of course, I quickly regained my
composure and told everyone to go back to bed, and
after about ten minutes I fell asleep again and slept
uneventfully for the rest of the night. The next afternoon,
after all the holiday festivities had died down, Melissa asked

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to speak to me outside, just the two of us.
She looked at me square in the eye and said,
there was a hand under your pillow last night. There
is something in that room that knows what you're afraid of,
and it shows it to you. She then told me
that she began having bad nightmare shortly after moving into

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that room. Melissa had always been afraid of something being
under the bed, and several nights she said she'd heard
something scrambling around underneath it, and she would get up
and turn on the light, but of course there was
nothing there. Then one night, when she heard the scrambling,
she said out loud, I am tired of this. I'm

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not going to get up and look under the bed
this time, And suddenly, without warning, something pulled, I mean,
yanked all the covers off her bed from the foot
of it. Melissa stood up on the bed and jumped
from it to the doorway and ran to the other
girl's room. She never slept in that room again. She

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said it was okay during the daytime and would dress
there and do her homework or whatever, but every night
she would just lay in bed until everyone else was
in bed, and then she would go to her sister's
rooms to sleep. She would try to wake up before
everyone else in the mornings and then go back to
her room, but she didn't always succeed doing that, and
that's when my mother found her in there. We never

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did exactly know what was in that room Poltergeister ghost,
but whatever it was had certainly enjoyed scaring you out
of your wits. Red Eyes by Lee. While living in Arizona,

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I'd heard about a place haunted by a pair of
glowing eyes outside of Casa Grande, just south of Phoenix.
This was one of those houses in which no one
will spend more than one night. Yeah, I know those
stories are a dime a dozen and can never seem
to be verified, which is why I didn't worry much
about it at the time. Several years later, after I

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had received some psychic training, a friend and I were
in the area, and we're able to find the particular property.
A friend and I were in the area, and we're
able to find that particular property. We arrived early in
the afternoon to find a long abandoned two bedroom, one
bath mobile homes set on about an acre of land,
but with no other habitation within a one mile radius.

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There was, of course, no electrical service or water from
the well, which was electric. The trailer had been severely vandalized.
Inside I'd end out with the door torn off and
most of the windows smashed. When I first heard of
the trailer, I was told it was in good condition.
Even in daylight. There was a feeling of something there,

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an indescribable someone who hates me is looking at me feeling.
We got our equipment ready and settled down to wait.
Well after nightfall, nothing had happened, and we pretty much
decided that it was all a hoax. Aha, great joke.
Let's go to bed with no reason for both of
us staying up. Chris took the first watch at about

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ten pm. She nudged me awake to let me know
it had arrived from the back and master bedroom. The
feeling of being watched was very strong, and a pair
of red eyes were visible out the window, even through
the empty frame. They seemed to be about two hundred
yards distant. Within an hour, those eyes were still there.

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We could see them through every window, and that feeling
of being watched was strong throughout the house. When the
eyes appeared, they would remain for a minute or two
and then just vanish, only to reappear elsewhere. They seemed
to be working closer most of the time, but not
with every reappearance. By midnight, it had come indoors and

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was accompanied by a feeling of intense evil and an
induced fear on our part. In times, we were within
three feet of it, but we wouldn't approach it when
it materialized within ten feet because of the fear reaction.
I mean, the best we could do at such times
was not turn around and run. The eyes appeared about

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six and a half feet above the ground and were
about three inches across, with irises about one inch in diameter,
with catlike pupils that reacted to the light in the
correct manner. As we moved, the eyes moved to follow us.
One of us kept the eyes attention and the other
moved behind them. They weren't visible to the other person

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from behind, but only in about a one hundred and
eighty degree arcs centered on the point on which they
seemed to be focused, as if they were in a
person's head, but only the eyes were visible. Whenever it
manifested in a room, the temperature dropped quickly, feltively about
freezing from an ambient temperature of fifty degrees fahrenheit, yet

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ar thermometers noted no physical temperature changes at all. This
temperature drop was readily noticeable even if the eyes were
not seen, as when one of us was looking the
other way or had our eyes closed as a control measure.
In a close range within five feet, there was a
faint but definite odor of some unidentifiable decay. It was

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not the smell of composting vegetable matter, nor of a
dead animal or even a human. I mean dead people
do smell different from say, a dead dog. The emotional
responses but fear and evil in us increased as the
distance to the manifestation decreased. We experimented by moving around
the area, and the manifestation usually materialized within one hundred

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feet of us, although at varying ranges, it would not
cross the dirt road in front of the house to
the east border, nor come more than about one hundred
yards south of the house. We found no such borders
to the north and west, but were not willing to
go more than about one hundred yards into the desert
on either side. Once on the other side of the

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road and clear of the affected area, we decided to
remain there until morning and none go back and retrieve
our equipment. Then, due to the open terrain and the
fear that had induced in us, I did not shoot
at this thing with my pistol, nor did I attempt
to strike it with either sword or staff. Chris did
throw a few rocks at the eyes from the other

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side of the road, but that didn't appear to effect
at all. Photographs we took of this manifestation revealed only
fogged film on both visible light cameras two hundred and
one thousand speed films and IR showed only a blurred
blob on non flash shots and nothing on IR flash shots.

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No source or other cause was found during a daylight
search of the area, and no possible source or cause
was found during a check of local records. A few
neighbors had only reported that area was supposed to be
haunted and that it had been haunted quote since forever,
but they knew nothing about the possible source or cause
of the haunting other than that it existed, felt evil

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and malevolent, and scared the crap out of us. I
still have no idea what it was. The memory of
those eyes still comes back to haunt me sometimes. Hey, gang,

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thanks for listening to this episode. If you have a
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next time, be wary of things that go bump in
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