u/Affectionate_Clue369

*Well I was living in the country. You know... Artemas Pennsylvania. I was told by my landlords girlfriend/fiance how about how she had to sage her house several times. Because when she would go into the woods oftentimes she'd have issues with attracting something into the house. Now her telling me this and saying about some of the things that happened to her... Literally pitch my interest. And I do firmly believe that the area that I had lived in has some native Americans, settlers, or even an elemental...

*It was towards the fall and I used to love going into the woods because the leaves were really pretty and there was always a nice breeze that was cool. It wasn't so hot and humid. And it was just a really nice way to relax and explore and have fun. Well one evening as it was getting close to night time I decided to take a quick walk and go into the woods. Now usually when I went into these woods there was a 50/50 chance that I might encounter something maybe? But it wasn't always the case...*

*Well apparently this time is a little bit different. And honestly*

*I didn't feel threatened with the presence that was in the woods. But I can tell you that it was definitely watching me making sure I don't do anything too sudden...*

*So as I'm casually just slipping through the woods. I noticed there's a crow that is following me as it's flying. And I kept looking up at this Crow and I just kept wondering what was wrong with this bird. So I stop about the second time and look up at this crow and just start to wonder why it's doing what it's doing...*

*Right as I stopped after the second time. Something literally poked me right in my back. And it wasn't a violent poke or anything. It was just a subtle acknowledgment that I wasn't alone. I turn around and look and there isn't no twigs or branches behind me because it was a pathway and there was nothing sticking in the way of the path. After all this I decide hey I'm going to look for this crow that is flying around... Well, after that experience and looking this bird has done already flew away. And I never saw it for the rest of the walk in the woods...*

*I assume maybe a squirrel dropped an acorn from the tree. But then I realized there is no way the way I was standing that it could have been that. Because it was a straight on horizontal poke of a finger... Just on my back. So I whipped around and started looking and kind of got a little weirded out but at the same time I was always taught to keep my cool as long as I can...*

*Needless to say I continue on through the woods. Now by this time the sun was going down a lot more*

*And the Long shadows started casting from the trees. And it was a really mysterious and mystical feeling that come over me. I look up and at a distance I see what looks like an estimated 4 1/2 to 5ft tall shadowy silhouette just standing there. And in the background that orangish glare of the sun just illuminated this shadow...*

*I literally froze and was honestly amazed and really curious. So I just decided to turn around and leave whatever was around in peace. And I just moved on home and took my time. I didn't feel like running and I wasn't really that spooked but at the same time I know better to just mind my own business and move along...*

*I can say that I saw what I saw and I honestly do strongly wish to go back. Just so I can maybe experience more things again. To where I can see and have more encounters...*

*But honestly where I'm at in my life now. I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to do that. Because last I heard my landlord and his landlady aren't doing great and there is a high chance that I'm never going to be able to go there again. Not since the falling out that occurred after I moved out. It turns out after I moved there were some issues that occurred...*

*So with that being said I'm just going to remember these amazing encounters and sightings...*

So this paranormal account takes place in a nearby farm pond in the Artemas Pennsylvania area. So an old friend of mine and I decided that we were going to go fishing again. We did a lot of fishing by the way folks...

We decided to get the boat out and put it on the pond. It was a big enough pond where we could actually float around in a boat and fish. And him and I were on this boat just fishing. And the water itself was black and dark. You could look over the boat and see nothing in that water...

Well, about an hour ago by and my friend at the time decides to tell me he is uncomfortable. And he wants to get out of the boat and get on shore and fish. So I assumed he was getting a little cramped and nauseous on this boat and floating around the pond for so long...

I took and got the boat right on the opposite side of the pond near the wood line. And I don't know what happened but something snapped inside his head. Because he decides to bolt into the woods in the middle of the night. Leaving his fishing gear in the boat. I am at this point very confused and very worried because he is not acting normal...

He ends up running through the woods at such a speed that I'm having trouble keeping up with him. And keep in mind I had to grab my machete and a flashlight from the boat. Just so I didn't go in the woods without some protection and some way of seeing...

So I recall it being about 30 minutes total. Of me trying to get him to come out of the woods. He was any ball sitting on the ground in the woods. Saying to me "she's going to get me" and stuff like "she's wearing a white dress with blood on it. She's got long nails with dried blood." Along with "she's going to get us"...

At this point my temper is about to flare and I have a very short temper. I said to him that I'm not leaving him in the woods alone and nothing's going to happen. That he's getting his butt up and he's coming with me. Because I'm not explaining to his mom and dad why I left him in the woods...

He semi snaps out of it and decides to cooperate and come with me. We get out of the woods. I told him just to go around the dang pond and meet me at the dock. Well I got in the boat and paddled it over to the other side of the shore by the dock so we could put it away...

Meanwhile we pack everything up. We gather the lights. And we start hiking up the hill and away from the pond. And by the time we get down past one of our neighbors houses. He looks directly at me and says "aren't we going fishing... I thought we were going fishing" and I said to him "we was... You literally got panicked and wanted out of the boat. Then you ran into the woods. And sat down on the ground saying crazy stuff"...

He had no recollection of any of this. And I know whenever he was playing a prank on me. Because he was predictable. But this was not no prank and there was something definitely messing with him...

It was so strange because after he got away from the pond he ended up checking back into reality and was fine...

So personally back in my happiest glory days of living in Artemas Pennsylvania. And yes I lived there for 18 years... 15 of those years was amazing. I had many adventures, encounters, sightings, and so much more happened to me...

We had built this fort in the woods not too far behind where my friends used to live. And we called it "fort longhorn"... Why I have no idea it just sounded cool. But we were in this Bushcraft/survival phase...

We had a group of 7 people all cooperatively building this fort in the woods. Just out of anything we could find. And let me tell you it was a blast...

My friend and his sisters account...

Well, one of my closest friends in the group and his younger sister had an encounter. They heard what sounded like native American drums playing. And decided to just not talk about it and just not go in the woods for a while. Meanwhile as they kept it the secret because it freaked them out. I had no idea they had an encounter like this...

A old friend of mine and I's account...

So some weeks went by and another member of our group that lived in the neighborhood was with me at the fort that we had built as a group in the woods. As an old friend of mine and I was sitting at the fort on a hot summer day... We heard which sounded like native American drums coming down the opposing hill. As these drums approached it got louder and started getting very intense...

So my friend at the time decides to bail and just hide in the bushcraft shelter we had made. He didn't want no part of that noise he heard. Now I was spooked and instead of hiding and waiting to find out what was going to happen. I just decided to literally go as close as I felt comfortable. I took every single bladed object I had on me and I set it on the ground and I got down on one knee. And I said "I come in peace" and "I asked any native American spirits for protection in these woods"...

So after I did this I stayed down and waited. And the drums stopped and they just ceased. But I could also hear what sounded like a group of footsteps going back up the hill. Until the footsteps ceased I did not get up...

Afterwards I put everything back on and just slowly and casually walked back up to the fort we had built in the woods. And ever since then I'd walked freely in these woods. Never had a bad encounter. Never felt terrified hardly at all...

There have been a few encounters that I can say that spooked me and made me a little bit concerned...

So where I used to live in the country. I have had a lot of encounters with hearing mountain lions and dealing with them being around. And often times praying I never encountered one...

Now I used to live in the Artemas Pennsylvania area. And on several occasions I used to walk the road at night alone. Usually after visiting my friend I would head home on a normal basis...

Which meant I would walk down the road usually in the dark with just a flashlight or spotlight. I would usually be carrying one of many things. Like my 26-in Cold steel cutlass machete? a 12-in mossy oak Bowie knife? and possibly a Cold steel frontier Hawk? Or my cold steel norsehawk?

Now to me it never bothered me walking down the road at night in the country. I used to do this for fun just because it was exhilarating. I never thought about the dangers or what could happen in general at all. I had more of a chance of getting hit by a car then I was attacked by a mountain lion...

But then there were several experiences with mountain lions in the area. That honestly I can say did in fact shake my nerves...

#1

I was at my buddy's house up the road one night. And it was a friday night. Him and I had just finished off our third pot of coffee and it was roughly around 1:30am. As we're out in his yard looking at the night sky just chilling. We hear what sounds like something rustling around the woods at first. We literally heard something big right close at the edge of the wood line but in the woods. We hear what sounds like a mountain lion mating call starting to sound off from the pond that was literally right below the hill. After that another one started and it was calling from across the neighbors field in the wood line. Needless to say I had to walk home that night...

As I was walking home I had my Cold steel frontier Hawk and my cold steel norsehawk. Both were really sharp. Along with a headlamp that was not very bright and that was going out on me apparently. As it's around 2:30 am and I'm walking down some backcountry roads in the middle of nowhere. And I was literally maybe three flickers of light away from dang near being in the pitch dark by this point... Because my headlamp decides to just die on me. So in the long run I managed to make it home...

As I heard the constant mountain lions doing their mating calls not too far off from me. I literally was walking along this road and the only thing separating me from this mountain lion with a field in treeline... Which it could have crossed pretty quick. So I was pretty much booking it...

There ain't nothing like walking down an Old country Road at 2:30 am without a light and only two tomahawks and your hands...

#2...

So the other story was this....

One night I'm up with my buddy and a neighbor of mine at his house. And we're outside and it's like 3:00 am at this time. And we're just looking at the sky for satellite, ufos, and so on...

And by this time my neighbor passed out and fell asleep because she drank too much. And we're used to it by this time anywhere... We're just amused by the fact that she even attempted to take as many shots of liquor as she did. Him and I are just enjoying the peace and quiet actually... Because all she did was complain about her family and everything else. Of course and the midst of our conversation and the silence we hear which sounds like a mating call coming from a mountain lion. And of course within no more than a mere few seconds... another one has to start. And so does the verbal mating dance of the mountain lions start. At at this point we are just so used to hearing them that it's normal...

That is until my friend's dog starts growling and barking at the hayfield that is literally right across from his place. Both of us immediately go right on edge. And are no longer in a laughing mood...

Because now we're thinking one of them might be trying to find the other and we are literally in a direct collision course with a possible mountain lion. And it may have just possibly may have taken the route of the hayfield. So him and I decide to get his dog in the house so she doesn't go chasing after something and getting hurt... She's a chug after all aka a chihuahua pug mix. She thinks she's big but in reality she's a snack for a bigger predator...

Luckily it was not a mountain lion... It was just a deer thankfully. Which still caused us some concern because that is food for a mountain lion...

But all in all... The night came to a close.and I went home about 3:40am. I made it back home in one piece and went to bed. No harm no foul...

Around 10 years ago in Artemas Pennsylvania. A buddy and I had a very interesting encounter at his house while we were hanging out on his porch. Him and I were hanging out one evening and we were just listening to some music and having a few beers. It was really nothing special just a normal weekend thing we did...

We began to talk about some of our family. And somewhere along the lines we come into a conversation about our grandmother's. We began conversing about what are grandmothers were like and what they did. Or how they were or how they acted...

Well as we're talking about our grandmother's and such. We were talking about how they wore a specific kind of perfume. And him and I came to the conclusion that both of our grandmothers always wore some kind of lilac perfume. And how every time we would smell it... it would remind us of them. Well, within minutes we started smelling lilacs... The only problem is he didn't have any of those kinds of flowers around his home...

As we were talking about this subject a bit longer. In between my friends two cars that sat in the driveway. We witnessed what looked like smoke coming up from the ground. We just assumed it was steam or something but really didn't think much of it... because we were too busy talking honestly. We hadn't seen each other in months and honestly were just catching up...

Until we both looked over and noticed the shape of the smoke had taken the form of a female figure. We literally noticed it looked like an old lady. And it just stood there just peacefully... not causing any trouble or fear. As we turned to look it held for a few seconds and was just beginning to dissipate away completely. Both of us were intrigued and honestly a little bit curious as to what it was we saw...

I actually walked down off the porch with my flashlight and looked around to see if there was a reason for this. I couldn't find anything and we quickly rolled out the vehicles. Other than that we just assumed it was just another random strange encounter that we honestly really didn't feel like explaining or examining too long...

So years ago when my mother, stepfather, sister, and I lived in Artemas Pennsylvania. My stepfather got an idea to help run the paper route for some extra cash in the household... Though I don't think he thought this through. So we would get up around 11 pm at night and get around and go into Cumberland Maryland to the times News building. We then would collect our newspapers that we had to deliver all night...

Then we would take and stop at a local gas station that was nearby. We then would be on our way to deliver papers. Well we have been doing this for like 6 months...

And there was always this one German Shepherd dog that would use the bathroom early in the morning like around 1am. As my dad and I would stop to put the newspaper in the box... This dog would bark and show teeth. So oftentimes I would be the one to put the paper in. And my dad would hit the gas and we get out of there. Because to be honest I didn't want to get bit by that dog or him to try attacking the car...

So weeks went by and we saw this dog...

And one morning we pulled up to the newspaper box... And I put it in. But yet, there is no dog barking... No angry teeth or nothing. My dad and I look at each other and start to wonder what's going on...

The owner of the dog was standing outside that early morning. He looked upset and just out of it... Like something was missing in his life. And he told me to yell to the guy and ask if he was okay... So of course I rolled the window down being very cautious of the dog if it was around and yelled "sir are you okay". He responded back, "no I'm not... I had to put my dog down"...

So meanwhile my dad and I are feeling really bad for this guy because that dog was his life. And honestly we didn't know what to say after that. So my dad got out of the car and asked him if he wanted him to pray... So the man says "yes please". So he does... And we got back in the car and went along our way. We then continued on our route and everything just fell back into place like normal...

Well let's fast forward about a week...

My stepfather and I come through during our normal time during paper route... Like usually around 1am. And we see the light on the front porch but yet the guy is not out there this time. But we did see something that made both of us stop and look...

We saw that same exact dog sitting on the front porch. Just acting like it was waiting to be let back in. And my stepfather and I both look at each other and say, "isn't that the dog that died". Now both of us at this time are very confused and assumed he got another dog...

Well, we were coming through there one afternoon and the guy was standing outside. And we stopped and my dad says out the window "hey, sorry to hear about the loss of your dog I'm glad to see you got another one"...

This man turns around and says to my stepfather, "what are you talking about... I haven't gotten another dog". Meanwhile I am in the passenger side seat looking very confused. Because I know what my stepfather and I saw a few nights before...

It honestly broke my heart seeing that dog waiting for its owner. It touched me deep down in my soul. And I never can forget what we saw...

It's been since September 28th, 2020 since my father has passed away. And when he was alive me and him both used to bring this up... Now my mother would shut it down as quick as it come up because she did not want to think about that. She literally would get very emotional...

So my father died on September 28th, 2020...

I was living in Artemas Pennsylvania still at the time. And I had been mourning the loss of my stepfather for roughly 2 weeks plus after his death...

And at the time I was playing an online game called "DC universe". Because I just could not sleep and I was thinking about my stepfather. Plus the sheer weight of responsibilities that had been dropped on my lap was overwhelming...

So as I'm playing my online game and I'm just trying to relax and not think about anything. I hear from the hallway a voice that sounded like my stepfather say my name.. Like I'm in trouble for something. He used to do this when he was mad at me or frustrated that I didn't or did do something...

So after I heard this I whipped my wheelie chair around to see the hallway entrance... And said "what"... as though he was living and was standing there. Which later on I felt kind of stupid for because I realized he was deceased...

I then just completely ignored all of that and went back to my online game that I was playing and for about a few hours everything fell back to normal... Until it was about 3:00 in the morning and I heard something whisper in my ear "kill yourself". Which immediately had me turn my chair to the right and look behind me. In which of course there was nothing there...

But, my hair stood up and I looked around and I started to pray. Because something whispered in my ear. And I know that oftentimes when you're at a low point in your life that's when demonic entities like to show up...

But I ended up taking and just shutting my game off and just leaving my room. And I went and slept on the couch...

Years ago in... You guessed it Artemas Pennsylvania. A friend of mine at the time. Had been dealing with some not so normal issues... It wasn't issues or problems that he knew how to figure out himself. He constantly was talking to me about being scratched in 3's and something calling his name from the dark. He constantly was acting skittish. And he decidedly started to crash at my house more than normal...

Well, one night broke him and completely made him ask for help. He come up to my house and needed to ask my stepfather who was a Pentecostal preacher a serious question...

Had claimed that something was scratching him in his sleep. He had long bloody scratches down his whole back. I saw these scratches and they were deep. He claimed that when he fell asleep he would wake up in agony because it hurt. He also claimed that there was something whispering his name constantly from the dark. No matter if he was in the house or outside at night...

Now he wanted me to walk down to his house. So I would walk up with him. Because it was really starting to psychologically affect him. He started to feel unsafe. As we were walking up from his house to my I heard from the darkness of the woods near his house, "Matthew come here". And which him and I both instead of listening to whatever it was continued on ignoring it...

So that night my father, mother, and I prayed over him. My dad anointed his forehead with oil. We told him he was safe... We guaranteed that he would not wake up with any scratches. Meanwhile he wasn't very sure but he had faith in us and believed that we could help him...

So that night he crashed at my house and started to have some faith and for the first time within a week or longer he actually slept. He woke up the next morning and there were no scratches... he was excited and was grateful. I then gave him an old wooden cross that was anointed and blessed that I had been given when I lived in Breezewood Pennsylvania when I was around 7 years old...

Side story...

I had used that exact cross when I lived in the old house in Breezewood pennsylvania. It got me through all the strange events and all of the disturbing encounters I had. So I passed it on to him. I honestly felt like it was the right thing to do for a friend at the time...

Now back to the main story...

So after he had been anointed and prayed over and protected from whatever it was afflicting him. He continued on to his house with the rest of his family. They did mock him. But in the long run he was helped...

I will be writing a side story to this one here very soon. It's about his mother and some of the things that she encountered later on...

I used to live in clearville Pennsylvania. It was around 1995 I would say. I had an encounter with the most gentle apparition I have ever seen...

To give some background information here...

We used to live in a old house in clearville pennsylvania. And our landlord was "Mr. Dean". He used to let my sister and I borrow sleds to go sledding in the winter time. He was a very nice man and a really good landlord...

Now for the story...

One summer day I was sitting in my mother and father's bed. Where the beds where placed were in the attic space... Turned bedroom. And it was actually really cool and very roomy. Now I was really young at the time like 5 years old roughly. And I recall an encounter with an apparition or spirit that was so kind. I only saw him once though and to this day I do not know who he was...

So as I'm sitting on my father's side of my parents' bed I was playing with my Batman action figures. And I was just having a ball. So as I'm doing this I hear footsteps coming up. And I assumed it was my father or my mother... And as a kid I was never really allowed to play with my Batman toys in my parents bed. Because I would get growled at by my biological father if I did...

So I hear footsteps and immediately jump up and grab my toys and book it. I was headed across the room to my bed. But in the process of jumping up I noticed a stranger that was coming up the steps. It was an old black man dressed in a brown suit. He had a brown hat on with a dark brown band on his hat. And he had brown slacks along with brown shoes. He also had what looked like a darker wood colored cane. And he looked at me and smiled...

He looked like he was out of the 1930s-1940s. He nodded at me and smiled. As he is leaning on this cane. He waves at me with his right hand. And just casually decides to turn around and make his way back down the steps...

Meanwhile I don't know this man...

I've never seen him in my whole life...

I don't know where he came from...

I don't know his name...

I am literally no older than 5 years old trying to figure out what just happened. So I come running down the steps and say to my mother about what happened. She's completely confused looking at me. My biological father is outside shooting his 22 rifle while drinking a beer and he just looks at me like I'm nuts...

Meanwhile I'm over here trying to explain to my parents that I just saw a stranger in our home. Who is dressed as he's from a different era. Meanwhile I'm over there about ready to cry because no one is listening to me because I feel like we're in danger...

When in reality I think it was just a sweet and nice old man that may have lived there a long time ago. Just checking on the new tenants...

So some years ago when I lived in Artemas Pennsylvania I had been walking up the same road that I walked up for years. This road led to my favorite fishing spot and my buddy's house; as well as a dear friend of mine's place that passed away...

So one night it's a crisp fall evening. Just a beautiful evening that was pleasant and overall very nice. And I'm just having a good old time walking up the road with my 26-in machete on my hip and my frontier Hawk from Cold steel in my military belt loop... Along with my 12-in Bowie knife on my side and my spotlight that was tucked away into the chest pocket of my coat...

So as I'm walking up the road I noticed what looked like a shooting star that was coming down fast and the night sky. I stood there on the right side of the road watching this thing come down. Thinking I'm going to see it just disappear and it's going to look...

Well it didn't just disappear... It started to come alive. It literally took and became super bright and then shot off upwards into the sky like a rocket...

I'm standing there looking and wondering what it was that just happened... Meanwhile I am shocked and just excited that I saw something for once. Needless to say after that happened I heard every dog in the neighborhood going off loudly along with the neighbor's donkey hollering constantly...

I don't know if it was a shooting star, falling star, or ufo?

I used to live in clearville Pennsylvania with my stepfather Joe and my mother... Along with my sister. We had lived in an old farmhouse that was in the country. And it was very isolated and not many people drove by nor really knew much about the location I guess...

Well, my room was by the attic door. And this door has been made with oak planks that were made to be vertical. And there was about an inch gap between each board...

Now I always hated this room because I was by the Attic. I have a long running record of having rooms by attics... I don't know why either. It's just always been that way...

So every time you would walk by this attic of a night. Would feel something watching you and it was really creepy because it wasn't a friendly feeling either. It really tickled your sixth Sense...

So on a nightly basis if I had to use the bathroom I had to go past this door that led to the Attic. And I would scurry past it constantly hoping I did not make eye contact with something. Not only that but the lock latch would always flicker and make this weird metal on metal noise. As though somebody or something thought it was just funny to keep flicking this thing because they knew it scared the crap out of me...

Well it wasn't long until we moved from this house and never come back. I am so grateful for that honestly...

Part 1...

This was another story from when I lived in Breezewood Pennsylvania. I was young and I recall I was around 6-7 yrs old...

There used to be a big white garage that I would love to take and explore. And with this garage it had a huge upstairs Attic in it. Only problem is it had one pull light by the steps as you go up and the other light that you could pull to turn on was the whole way in back where it was pitch dark...

Well, we had to go up and get something. So naturally my sister told me to go first because she was terrified of this place... Yet so was I of course. But I went first and as I got up the oak steps. I touched floor and turned the light on...

Well, I glanced farther back into the Attic of this garage. And I saw a side view of a shadowy silhouette of somebody standing in the dark. Now there was a attic window at the other end of this garage... And it let in light to help see things. That is how I noticed a silhouette of what looked like a man standing in the shadows...

I lock my eyes onto this person that is just standing there. Meanwhile, I'm not telling my sister anything because I don't want her running and leaving me behind alone...

Well, it was too late because she saw it and she bolted it down the steps and left me. I'm standing there just basking in the light as I'm surrounded by darkness. Meanwhile I don't know if I should run or just go towards it and see if I'm losing my mind...

Well instead of running I walked very slowly while staying in the light. Needless to say it was definitely a person and it was a shadowy silhouette of a man. And there was a certain part of the floor that you had to watch... As I looked down to make sure I didn't fall through... Whatever was standing there was gone. I then snapped out of it and booked it out of that attic space as I shut the light off...

Part 2...

Sometime later on as I was laying in my room I remembered that there was a bow in some arrows in that attic space. And boy oh boy did I want to mess around with them bow and arrows...

So one summer day I get the idea I'm going to go up and look at this bow and arrows... So I grow a pair and decide I'm going to go. I go into the garage and move the sliding door... And march up the steps. I get up there and I don't see the arrows or the bow anymore. They just somehow magically vanished... When I recall seeing them the last time I was there. Well that's not the worst part... I realize that I am standing in the middle of the pitch dark in this huge attic space. With literally only a minor little beam of light coming through the windows... Realizing that I am paralyzed from the legs down and I am not moving. I didn't realize that I am not alone...

Somehow I regained control and I ran out of that attic and never went up to look at anything again...

I had lived in Breezewood Pennsylvania when I was a child around like 7 years old roughly...

I had lived in an old farmhouse. There was a Church right across from it and the post office wasn't very far off up the road either. The old Breezewood school was literally in walking distance from my backyard to this place as well...

My stepfather Joe had this friend named "Harry". And he knew "Harry" from the VFW in Everett Pennsylvania. The man apparently would never drink beer or anything; he would just come in for a soda and conversation, or maybe the atmosphere. I believe he was either a Vietnam war vet or something... Because he would tell me occasional war stories. And I would just sit and listen...

And as a very hyper 7-year-old I often would sit and watch this man. He would make bullets and I'd occasionally build up the guts to actually ask him questions... Because he kind of scared me but I was just obsessed with his personality and character. Which he would semi-involuntarily answer certain questions that I would ask. He would just come over and sit there for hours on end in the evenings... Just making bullets and just listening to old country music. He was the most calmest but scariest man I have ever saw and had the privilege to listen to...

Well he did this for years and would just casually come by. And after a while I got used to it and I would just sneak in and sit down and talk to him... Or watch him. But one day he wasn't coming around anymore... And I asked my mother if he was coming back. She said to me he wasn't... And I was very confused what she meant by this. I asked her if he had gotten in trouble or something... She of course said no. But she wouldn't tell me anything else...

So one day it was around 5pm... And I was bored outside. So I looked in the driveway and seen my stepfather's car and thought that he was home so I was staying out of the house. He was an angry drunk that like to beat me a lot actually...

So instead I took and just opened the pocket door of the garage and went in. And as I enter the garage and walk down I see Harry standing there and he's just doing his normal thing listening to country music. Well I just sit down like I always did... And I asked him "how are you" and he just nodded at me and didn't say anything. That was normal by the way...

But then he looks at me and says "I ain't going to be around anymore... I'm moving on boy". And I assumed he meant he was moving. He then tells me "why don't you go play and let me be" and I thought he was grumpy so me being a 7-year-old boy... I did. What I found out later on made my blood run cold...

Some days later my mother come to me and told me that Harry passed away. That harry was found deceased in his bed at his home. And I said to my mother, "That's not true at all, I saw him the other day in the garage. He was working on them bullets like he always does" I then told her "he told me to go away and let him be"...

She then tells me that's not possible because they found him deceased around that time...

I still do miss that man. He was definitely a character, lol...

So years ago a friend of mine and I were at an antique mall in maryland. And it was around the time of Christmas that year. Well he had seen me looking at it in the store and decided that it would be a great Christmas gift...

So while we were in the store and we were wondering about looking at everything. I see that machete in his hands and he looks at me without a hitch and says "I was going to surprise you but never mind... I found you an early Christmas gift". Well, I was ecstatic because I honestly thought this was one of the coolest yet oldest machetes I've ever seen...

So after we get out of the store we get back to his house. We begin to look at this machete. And to see what shape it was in. I noticed there were some dark blotches in the blade itself. And began to realize that the dark pits that they was on the edge of the blade was dried blood that ate away the metal and caused pitting. I didn't realize that there was more attached to this machete than just the handle btw...

As my friend and I were sitting in his living room. We heard what sounded like whistling coming from the dark hallway. And it would only occur off and on. Then as we were standing in his kitchen getting a cup of coffee as we were planning to go outside and just look at the sky... We heard what sounded like a knock. One of us would go and turn the light on and look and nobody was there...

And we began to realize that it might be something attached to the machete itself...

So in the long run I was told to take the machete home and leave it there. And so I did... I just stored it in my shed and kept it. Barely ever used it anyhow because I loved the way it looked and how old it was...

The lesson I learned was when you're buying things from an antique store be careful because something could possibly be attached...

This happened in Artemas Pennsylvania...

I used to know a guy that I was friends with for over 7 years of my life. We had been neighbors for so long that he became like extended family when it came to my father and mother. He was like a younger adopted brother to me. We hung out almost 24/7 honestly. Where he was I was... And vice versa actually. We've been through all kind of things and nothing shook us...

Well he had got into a relationship with this young woman. And from the get-go I just felt something was off with her and her energy wasn't very positive. Well... For a few months of him dating her. He kept telling me that he wanted me to meet her. And one night they both stopped over to where I had lived. I met her and at first didn't notice anything dark or negative honestly...

It wasn't until I got a call from my friend. Which he never called he just texted because he is part of the generation that doesn't like phone calls. He told me they had nowhere to go and they needed somewhere to live. So against my better judgment I talk to my mother and we both semi agreed that they could say with us...

Well, the first couple months was just fine and nothing really bad happened. And we hung out and would drink off and on. He would smoke... His brothers who literally had lived right below me for years for visit. Everything was going fine and there wasn't really any major issues...

Let's fast forward about 6 months in...

Besides the fact that he didn't want to work and decided that he was just going to take him work part-time. Not contribute anything to living with us and nor would his girlfriend either...

They both started complaining about seeing shadowy figures in their room. They complain about being woken up at 3:00 in the morning and having bloody scratches that was in the form of three... Which is demonic by the way. It got worse because whatever was attached or haunting them decided to branch out. Somewhere along the lines of all this happening we started seeing what looked like a little girl spirit and our double-wide trailer. And come along was a shadowy man that looked like it had dreads and was about 5 ft tall...

One night we had set the table up in the living room and we were just having a few beers nothing major. When out of nowhere my friend's girlfriend asked me who the little girl was hiding behind the stand that had the microwave on it... Well I look up and didn't see anything but she did. Meanwhile I look to my right down the hallway... And I watch a shadowy demonic silhouette of a 5 ft tall being and it look like it had dreads. It went from their bedroom down the hall and disappeared into the wall...

My mother started reporting encounters to me of things that was happening to her even. She had had enough and called me one night when we were at our friend mandy's house. And told me they had to move...

I still do not regret my mother kicking them out...

I do not talk to either of them till this day...

I refuse to honest...

But whatever it is that they brought into our double wide trailer wreaked havoc on us. Even after they left it's still would not leave. It took me blessing my double-wide trailer to just push whatever it was out...

So roughly about 5 years ago when I lived in Artemas Pennsylvania I had a really cool encounter with orbs. What are you believing or if you're not is up to you. That is all you and what you want to believe. Personally I 100% stand by my belief that they are real...

So around 5 years ago which would have been 2022. One night I was sitting by my fire pit and I had a fire going. I was just chilling out smoking a really good cigar and just having fun sitting by myself and listening to 106.1fm on my radio that my father gave me years ago. Nobody was bugging me and asking me anything. I was living it up in my own solitude. Just loving every second of the silence and feeling very happy...

Well I got to the end of my first cigar... So I tossed it into the fire. And of course I let my other one that I had and started enjoying it. And without realizing it I think I might have done something. I realized something interesting. Within minutes I got the feeling I wasn't alone I was getting goosebumps and noticing that something was not right. I realized tobacco was a sacred thing to the native Americans and even popular among the pioneers. And I wondered if maybe... Just maybe this might encourage some spirits to come out of the woods? Maybe me doing this might make for some interesting experiences?

As I'm sitting there and I'm thinking about this. I got the idea to get my Dad's camera that was given to me after his death. So I end up taking and running into the trailer and grabbing it. Which it had this really bright flash on it and I just started firing off pictures of the wood line an area around me. Well within minutes I had numerous pictures of these orbs and with each snap of this camera they were coming up the hill floating in the air...

Needless to say I saw numerous orbs that were just coming up and dozens from the wood line. And they literally stopped right at the edge of my yard. And they were just hovering. Literally just staying right in place. These orbs were making a defensive line. As I snapped more pictures of this I saw whatlooked like to be 5-7 blue orbs about 6 ft off the ground and roughly and even distance apart floating in the air. As I took every picture I started noticing they were being protective almost like they're making a barrier...

The next night...

As I sat outside again I was just chilling out and looking at the stars. I started to really look at the wood line and I started to see what looked like a blue orb and a green orb floating through the trees at the wood line. I saw this with my naked eye these things. I'm watching this I am in shock because apparently something is showing themselves to me. At first I was creeped out and thought I was going crazy. Then I realized that I wasn't going crazy and I was seeing this...

So I decided to take a walk into the woods to see if I notice anything was going to be active or not. At first nothing was visible and I couldn't get anything on the camera. And I didn't know why this was going on. The further I straight away from the yard. And the further I went into the woods all by myself I noticed that the energy changed. And I went to the old Pennsylvania Maryland marker that was in the woods and I just sit there. I quietly just observed the woods. And to my surprise I saw something very interesting... There was a blue orb that was just floating through the trees. Is coming right towards me up the hill. And once I said "what is that" it was gone...

A week later...

I told my friend about it. About how after this happened I went into the woods. And I'm sitting at the old Pennsylvania/Maryland marker that was in the woods. And ahead of me I saw a softball sized blue glowing orb looking light just weaving through the trees coming my direction. It wasn't a flashlight because it didn't have a beam of light to it. It was just a solid ball of light covering and bouncing through the trees coming my way...

Well my friend and I decided to take and go look for ourselves. And he witnessed that same blue light coming up through the woods. And literally disappearing quite literally after we acknowledged it existing...

We're sitting there and whispering to each other about it and I don't know where all we start hearing is footsteps all around us. We assume whatever is attached to these orbs has spotted us or knows where around and it's checking us out...

Another interesting aspect to this encounter...

After we heard the footsteps and saw the orbs. Him and I both try to do EDP related stuff. We chose two different spots in the woods away from each other and decided to take and record our surroundings and silence. Boy was that ever fun! I got what sounded like shells clacking together and some kind of mumble from what sounded like native American. My friend on the other hand caught something asking him a question...

Needless to say it was a very cool experience that made a very interesting encounter...

Like I said if you don't believe it or if that is cool. Honestly I don't really care if you do or you don't. But I know what I saw and witnessed. I was there. I was the one holding the camera. I was the one taking the pictures. And unfortunately those pictures are gone and I don't know what happened to them...

So one warm summer evening in Artemas Pennsylvania. I went down to a friend's house to watch the sky with her and her younger daughter. We got some coffee and were just chilling outside at their picnic table in their front yard...

The evening was dragging on and honestly there wasn't much to see. All of us were just slowly getting drained and honestly we were just about to be done...

Well I turn to the direction of my trailer that sat up on top of the hill. And I saw what looked like an orange orb or bottle of light coming up from the back tree line. It would have come up on the side of Maryland. And this thing just goes up into the sky and just stops. Well, I had said something and we all turned to look. We just naturally assumed it was going to be boring and nothing much of anything...

Well to the left comes an orange orb of light connecting up to the first orange orb. And to the right of it comes you guessed it... Another orange orb that connects up to the other two. Well these three orbs become one medium sized orange orb. And with this mighty force... Just shoots straight up into the sky and just completely disappears. We are all sitting at this picnic table watching this and it took no more than a few seconds for this to happen...

So after the encounter I had with the strange deformed man on all fours. And after I had the experience with the creepy demonic wolf creature that came out of the fog. There was another experience that was had; but it was experienced by my friend...

I got a message from my friend late one night from his trailer that was literally right down the way from me. It was in walking distance of course...

He messaged me and asked "hey, can I crash at your place tonight"... I asked, "what's up and why"? He responds back "I'll explain it when I get up to your house"...

So he gets up to my house and comes in. Gets himself a cup of coffee and makes a sandwich. And he goes on to explain to me that ever since his mother was messing with the Ouija board that he's been seeing a creepy little girl at the end of his bed asking him if he wants to play...

Well at first his brothers and him didn't think much of it and just thought it was actually kind of cool. Until it started to scratch them and try to mark them. Until it started trying to control things...

Needless to say that the Ouija board was gotten rid of...

And they had their trailer blessed...

And any kind of Ouija board sessions ended...

So years ago in Artemas Pennsylvania I had been at a friend's house one evening. And his mother had made a makeshift Ouija board out of cardboard and some marker. She had made this Ouija board and was using it...

Well my friends had told me to come down and they had made a pot of coffee. And they wanted me to see something that was really interesting. So naturally I got around and come down and thought... "What the heck why not". Needless to say I had no idea I was about to walk in a trailer that had a homemade Ouija board in it...

That goes against every fiber of my being to even mess with anything like that... Let alone be in the presence of. I immediately got defensive and started asking questions. I then also got a little bit scared because I've only heard horror stories about Ouija boards...

Well she grabs a hold of the blanchette and start asking questions. And this thing starts to move on its own... I was a skeptic a little bit at first I would admit. So I start looking for wires, magnets, as well as whatever else I could do. But unfortunately, nothing I did solved it...

So for about an hour of me just standing there not willing to even touch whatever this is. And literally trying to find a logical thought process that I could debunk this... Which I couldn't. I gave up and finished up my coffee and decided to just go home because honestly I was getting the heebie-jeebies...

On my way up to my house I started hearing what sounded like scurrying in the woods. And it sounded like something on all fours that was running in the darkness. I honestly thought it was just a coon or something... Until I realize that was way too fast for that. Well I looked closer and I saw it look like a deformed and demonic looking being just staring at me...

I quickly started to run! And I mean as fast as I can! I was booking it to get home...

Meanwhile whatever this is... is just trailing me on the other side of the fence in the darkness. And as I break free of the fence line and turn to take and catch my breath. I literally look and a pole light that hasn't worked in years sides to flicker on. Meanwhile I'm just stumped because this polite has never worked...

So after this pole light clicks on and decides to work all the sudden. I see a thick black fog come rolling in right behind the barn on the right and the storage sheds on the left...

While this is happening I'm noticing something is coming out of the fog. It was literally a wolf with red eyes. And this thing just circled in and out of the thick black fog. It literally looked at me and just completely walked back into the fog and disappeared...

I was in shock!

I was terrified!

I was shaking!

Well after this all happened that light went out... Which then clicked in my brain to run home! I told my Pentecostal father what happened and he quickly prayed. He then told me not to go down there until whatever that is is over! He told me that what I saw was demonic and that honestly he is surprised that I kept my composure...

To this day I firmly believe that I had witnessed something demonic. And something that maybe was trying to get me...

So years ago when I lived in Artemas Pennsylvania. There used to be a circle of trees that was in the woods way below my friend's trailer. It was definitely a hike to get to this place. Now there were 5 trees that were set in a circular shape...

And there was a log that was laid on its side in the middle. And if you were to go to this spot in the woods. And sit on the log with the lights off. You would hear what sounds like whispers And footsteps. And these footsteps would slowly approach from behind you...

But every single time you open your eyes and turn a light on... They would cease. No my friends and I would go down into these woods at night and we would take an experiment with this area...

Now all of my friends and I would always be a little bit hesitant about this but we were curious. There wasn't a whole lot to do in the country anyhow. So we would go down off and on and just see what happens...

Well one night we went down and on the way down. We saw a bunch of snapped limbs and twigs on the trees the whole way down. These limb breaks were literally around 8-9 ft up in the air...

And as we continued on our way down to this spot that we would visit on a regular basis. We would often hear what sounds like mumbling and possibly a woman speaking...

Well, one night I took and put a little cross in my wallet. I had a cross on my neck. And I wanted to see if whatever this was would react to having crosses on me...

Well I recall one of my friends holding a recorder. And a recording he got was something saying that I had crosses hidden on me. That it was uncomfortable that I had them. And it didn't want me there...

So naturally I stated that I was not leaving and there was no way I was going to even acknowledge anything of the sort. Well, we shut the lights off and we're all standing there in the center. And all around us all we heard was nothing but footsteps approaching the circle...

Needless to say we turn the lights on and continue our way back home to our own separate homes...