r/TrueScaryStories

I got a good one for you guys, it’s a long read just heads up. This story fucked me up.

I was about 10 or 11 when this happened, my mom and my brothers and I lived in a tribal housing house Rabbit Ridge located in Keshena, WI. They all went to my grams for the evening and asked if I wanted to come with, I wanted to stay home so I was by myself. I end up hearing this tapping noise for like 5 mins and couldn’t figure where it was coming from. My mom had this drum set in the corner of our living room. I specifically remember watching American Dad and turned it down and determined it was coming from the drum set. I went and checked to see if maybe a mouse or something got stuck in one of the drums. I end up seeing the top of one of drums ripple after I heard the tapping noise but didn’t see anything in the drum. I kinda of got scared but more intrigued. I saw and heard the drum hit again so I hit myself I little harder, and the thing (whatever it was) hit it back just as hard. I did this like 5 more times and it was responding. I wanted to continue to do this but it deep down started to really freak me out. I did it one more time and got no response, I did it again and still no response.

All of sudden from the back of my hallway I heard something sprinting down the hallway right at me, all I thought to do was cover up and plug my ears.

I then uncovered my ears and didn’t see anything but could feel something evil watching me. I remember sweating so bad I could feel what felt like each droplet on my head and back. I called my grandpa panicked and had him come and get me.

Anyhow, some 20 years later (6 months ago, my uncle called me and was really freaked out, he said he had this horrible dream where he was back at the old house in rabbit ridge at night Time. He said he could hear his mom (my grandma) screaming from inside the house. He said he went in and my grandma went running out and said there was something in the back room. He said he went to go see what it was and went to the back room. He said the house was the same set up as when we were kids when I was living there. He said he saw this man sitting on the bed looking back at him with an inhumanly big smile. Aaron (my uncle) asked him who he was and he stated don’t you remember me?? Aaron said no who are you? He said I’m the man that was fucking with your nephew all them years ago on the drum set! Aaron said his heart dropped and he got super freaked out and the man jumped out the window.

Now I don’t know what to think but I do believe those two things were connected.

Aaron showed me a picture of what the guy/thing looked like (I want to post it on here somewhere)

Find out super odd that 20 years had to pass and we have our own families now.

This story/memory still sends chills down my spine.

This is a true story that happened to my best friend.

My friend used to wake up at 4:00 AM every day to go for a running session. One day, during the winter season, he went out for his usual run. The night felt very strange and cold.

After running for a while, he reached the top of a flyover. He stopped there to rest and drink some water. When he looked ahead, he saw something very scary. A girl with long hair, wearing white clothes, was dancing in a very strange way in the middle of the road.

He got terrified. He thought she might be a mad person, so he immediately turned around and started running back to his house. To stay safe, he changed his route and decided to run through the road underneath the flyover.

While he was running under the flyover, he felt something weird. He felt like someone was following him. He looked back, and his heart skipped a beat.

It was the exact same girl. Even though she was far away, she was running and chasing him in the dark.

He got extremely scared, ran at his full speed, and finally reached his home. Morning was just starting. After that scary night, he completely stopped going for morning runs.

OKAY I KNOW THIS IS GONNA SOUND DRAMATIC BUT I’M BEING 100% SERIOUS.I LIVE NEAR ONE OF THE PARKS IN SURPRISE, AZ AND I WALK MY DOG THERE PRETTY LATE AT NIGHT SOMETIMES BECAUSE IT’S QUIET AND THERE’S USUALLY NOBODY THERE EXCEPT A FEW PEOPLE JOGGING OR SITTING AROUND. LAST NIGHT AROUND 11 PM I SAW SOMETHING THAT GENUINELY MADE MY STOMACH DROP. I WAS WALKING PAST THE LITTLE RAMADA AREA AND THE PLAYGROUND WHEN I SAW A GIRL STANDING UNDER ONE OF THE PATH LIGHTS NEAR THE GRASS. SHE WASN’T DOING ANYTHING WEIRD AT FIRST, JUST KIND OF SLOW DANCING BY HERSELF. LIKE THE WAY SOMEONE MOVES WHEN THEY HAVE HEADPHONES IN. I FIGURED SHE WAS JUST RECORDING A TIKTOK OR SOMETHING UNTIL I WALKED PAST HER​ THERE WERE DEAD ROSES ALL OVER THE GROUND AROUND HER. AND I DON’T MEAN A FEW PETALS. I MEAN FULL WILTED ROSE PETALS EVERYWHERE. SOME LOOKED CRUSHED LIKE THEY’D BEEN STEPPED ON. EVERY TIME SHE MOVED, ANOTHER ONE WOULD FALL OUT OF HER SLEEVES OR OFF HER CLOTHES. I SWEAR ONE EVEN FELL OUT OF HER MOUTH WHEN SHE STARTED SINGING. ‎·ࡇ· MY DOG STARTED BARKING THE SECOND HE SAW HER. NOT HIS NORMAL 'PERSON WALKING BY' BARK EITHER. HE WAS PULLING AGAINST THE LEASH AND WOULD NOT CALM DOWN. THE WEIRDEST PART WAS SHE COMPLETELY IGNORED US AT FIRST. SHE JUST KEPT SPINNING SLOWLY UNDER THE LIGHT LIKE SHE DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE WE WERE THERE. AND THE PARK FELT REALLY OFF AND SCARY AND REALLY QUIET. LIKE TOO QUIET. THE RINGING IN YOUR EARS TYPE QUIET. AND YOU KNOW HOW PARKS USUALLY HAVE SOME KIND OF NOISE AT NIGHT? CARS, CRICKETS, PEOPLE TALKING, SOMETHING. THERE WAS NOTHING.THEN SHE STOPPED MOVING AND LOOKED RIGHT AT ME. SHE ASKED, “AM I WORTHY TO MARRY?" AND AT THAT POINT SHIT WAS VISIBLE ON MY PANTS, LIKE HOLY SHIVER ME TIMBER TYPE SHIT BUT I DIDN’T ANSWER HER. I JUST ACTED LIKE I DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING AND KEPT WALKING BECAUSE I WANNA LIVE BRO WHEN I LOOKED OVER MY SHOULDER AGAIN SHE WAS DANCING UNDER THE LIGHT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. I KNOW THIS SOUNDS FAKE. I KNOW IT SOUNDS LIKE SOME BAD HORROR STORY. BUT HAS ANYONE ELSE IN SURPRISE SEEN SOMEONE LIKE THIS AT THE PARKS LATE AT NIGHT? EVEN IF IT WAS PROBABLY JUST SOME REALLY WEIRD PERSON, I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. CAUSE I THINK MY PANTS ARE STAINED

It happened sometime around 2011, during monsoon season.

My mom had gone to visit relatives, so it was just me, my younger brother, and my cousin staying at our grandmother’s old house for a week.

The house was strange even during daytime. Long hallways, wooden doors that never fully closed, and one room upstairs nobody used anymore. My grandmother always kept that room locked and said the previous owner died there years ago.

Every night around 2 or 3am, we’d hear furniture moving upstairs.

Not footsteps.

Heavy dragging sounds.

At first we thought it was rats or old pipes. But one night the power went out during a storm, and the noises became louder than ever. My cousin joked that we should finally check upstairs.

So we did.

We used our phone flashlights and slowly climbed the stairs. The sound stopped the moment we reached the hallway.

Everything was silent.

Then we noticed the locked room door was slightly open.

I swear it was locked before.

Inside, the room smelled wet, like clothes left in rain for days. There was an old mirror facing the bed and dozens of small paper charms taped around the walls. Some looked burned at the edges.

My brother suddenly whispered: “Why is someone standing in the mirror?”

The thing is… there was nobody inside the room except us.

But in the mirror, there was a woman standing behind my cousin.

Long hair covering her face.

Bare feet.

Completely still.

We turned around instantly.

Nothing there.

When we looked back at the mirror, she was closer.

My cousin panicked and dropped his phone. The flashlight started spinning across the floor, and for a split second the entire room lit up.

That’s when we saw wet footprints leading from the mirror to the door.

Not human footprints.

They looked backwards.

We ran downstairs so fast my brother fell halfway down the staircase. We locked ourselves in the living room until morning.

The next day, my grandmother came back early.

When we told her everything, she went completely silent.

Then she asked one question:

“Did any of you look directly into the mirror for too long?”

We said yes.

She immediately covered the mirror with a white cloth and nailed the room shut again.

Years later, after she died, the house was demolished.

But before it was destroyed, workers found something inside the wall behind that mirror.

Another room.

Small.

Windowless.

And inside it, there was a wooden chair facing the exact spot where the mirror used to be.

This happened years ago and I was maybe 21 or so and I was an hour away from home. It was the first time being so far away on my own and I was really nervous. I was at a psychiatrist office And I used an insurance service for the ride. I was waiting so long for someone to accept my ride home that the office actually closed while I was waiting and I had to wait outside alone in an empty parking lot. It was terrifying and my phone was low battery. I got into my uber, But as we were driving away he realized how far the drive would be.

My heart sank as he said that he was going to go to his girlfriend's house to see if she could drive me. I was frantically texting my family and friends because I was terrified. He drove me there and I sat in the car waiting anxiously as he went inside. The only thing that kept me calm was the fact that he left me outside and the car wasn't locked so I could run for it if I needed to. My phone died while I was waiting so I was scared for my life. I just kept telling myself that if he was a murderer that he wouldn't leave me in an unlocked car outside of his house. His girlfriend ended up yelling at him because she could tell that I was scared and he ended up driving me home.

When I got home, I ran inside and it was the scariest moment of my life. Since my insurance company was responsible for the ride, I couldn't leave him a review so I just didn't say anything. I was just happy to be alive at that point.

I'm having a good time writing here, so here's another interesting (scary in an unknown and abysmal kind of way) story.

When I was 22 (2018) I started dating a really sweet guy (let's call him Mark) from Macon Georgia, USA. He was a southern dream, curly hair, played football in his highschool days, loved his momma, and was ROWDY. We were total opposites. I was a shy writer. I loved anything terrifying and spent most of my off time listening to creepy podcasts, scrolling the Books of Horror Facebook page, and haunting bookstores.

Well, Mark wanted to impress me. Mark was closeted and I believe it was our distinct differences that made him like me so much. If any of you guys know about Macon, Ga you know that it's a historic city and all the surrounding towns are little more than forests and old back roads dotted with houses. Well for our fourth or fifth date Mark picked me up in his '03 blue F150 after 11 PM (I was a waiter working closing shift) and drove me up to Forsyth, a little quiet town beside Macon. There was a little dirt road through the woods that had an old wooden bridge (I swear, an honest to God wooden bridge, Headless Horseman style).

The game plan was we were going to park his truck on that wooden bridge, listen to the creek underneath, drink a 12 pack of warm beer and he was going to tell me all his spookiest stories of his time running the hills and forests outside of Macon as he grew up. And maybe, if he was lucky, he'd get some by the end of the night.

He told me about how that bridge was haunted. He said that one time he parked there after a football game, drank himself to sleep in his old truck and woke up to handprints all over the windows. He told me that sometimes you'd hear women screaming out in the woods, but that you couldn't go help them because it was Mountain lions trying to lure you into the woods to eat you (and that some fisherman would tell you there were black Panthers out there too). He told me of the ghost of an old homeless man who'd drowned under that very bridge we were parked on. Told me about Whistlers -Native American legends of some kind of ghast or nature sprite that whistled. The closer the whistle sounded the farther away it was. He didn't know what happened if it got you, but he didn't want to find out (and over my wonderful and short years with Mark I heard them myself. The Whistlers, at least, are very real)

Mark did his job well enough that despite the alcoholic bravery I was spooked. I was shivering even though it was a muggy and humid late spring night. I wanted to go back to his room and laugh it all off with a colder beer and a warmer bed.

Right before we called it a night headlights came down the dirt road towards us. This was NOT a modern bridge (I have pictures of us out there somewhere I'll try to find) no guard rails, and only room for one vehicle at a time. While we prayed it wasn't a cop Mark drove forward and pulled off the shoulder of the road and we let the car pass, still anxious it was a cop (closeted and drinking on the road) we watched the car in the rearview drive over the bridge and disappear. Right as the tension let up and we were laughing it off I saw a light in the rearview and thought the midnight car was returning, but NO.

I have no other way to explain this than we were JUST parked on that single passenger bridge. There was NO ONE (to our knowledge) around and that a total of 4 minutes had passed since pulling off to the shoulder of the road. In the dead center of the bridge -right where we were just parked- was a single log smouldering and blazing on fire.

Half drunk and half terrified and anxious we got out to investigate and it was true. Right where we were parked just a few moments ago was a single rustic log burning. I vividly remember the log had cracks running all over it and the fire was coming from within it. As a southern boy myself I am no stranger to making campfires and I have never seen anything like this in my life and never have again. There were white hot cracks all over the log as it burned from within where there was previously no log, no fire and exactly where we were parked only minutes ago.

Mark toed the log with his boot and told me his folks taught him about Will-O-Wisps, some kind of something that haunted dense forests and used fires and lights to lure victims to God knows what, maybe to drown them, I remember him saying. We looked uneasily at the water, returned to his truck and floored it to his house. Where I assured him he had DEFINITELY impressed and terrified me.

I know this isn't some crazy wild ride of a story, but it's very true. If this gets any traction I'll try to dig up mine and Marks pictures as we spent many summer days on that wooden bridge over the years before he died an unfortunate early death. He died very young, very adventurous, and died right off that road with the wooden bridge. He was a hell of a story teller, because most of his spooky stories were real, or at least he thought they were and you never know what you'll find when you're out in the Appalachian woods after the sun sets.

So a little backstory, real quick, on this house. We moved into the neighborhood in 2019. So we've been here for a few years, and have seen a few things with our neighbors house.

A month after moving in there was a bunch of cops cars in front of the house, and a forensics team. They were there for hours, not sure how long because I ended falling asleep. Clearly somebody died, but we never found out how. Wether it was a murder or from old age, we don't know. Never saw anything in the newspaper.

Anyway few months later a new family moves in. Everything seemed normal, until it wasn't. At one point I remember looking out the window, and I saw a man put a woman wrapped in sheets in the back of his car. Then he left. I remember asking my husband if I should call the cops, and he had said no. Maybe they were going to the hospital.

The next day cops showed up at the house, and they brought the man out. It looked like they were questioning him, and then they left. I will say that we have never seen that woman before, and haven't seen her since. It was really weird.

So after that things kind of calm down, and then my husband texts me that cops are about to show up at the house in front of ours. He was working at the police department at the time, and saw the police dispatch. Apparently the man in the house was getting a divorce from his wife. Now his wife, we've seen multiple times. Not the other lady. Anyway there was a restraining order set in place, and he had shown up at the house. It seemed like a very messy divorce. We would witness the cops showing up a few more times, until they move out and the house goes for sale.

The house ended up sitting vacant for over a year. There had been some contractor come by, and do some things to the house. Fix the roof, and the siding. Put in new windows, etc. the previous neighbors had been renters, so I guess there was some damage done.

Then one day the for sale sign goes down. The house is still sitting vacant at this point, but a white unmarked van would come by and then leave. It's extremely loud too, so we know when it shows up and leaves. It was like that for weeks. They would come by for 30 minutes to an hour, and then leave. Here recently the van has been staying there parked overnight. I've seen somebody come out of the van multiple times, and go into the house. Sometimes with a bag of fast food, or just a white shopping bag.

While all of that sounds normal, and maybe I've got a new neighbor. The thing is that we've never seen a moving van, or anybody moving furniture in. The house still looks vacant. The windows still have the new installation stickers on them. So something extremely weird is going on with that house.

I've joked with my husband that it must be some sort of meth lab, and that I hope it doesn't catch fire or explode. But now I'm thinking what if it's something more sinister? What if the house has bad energy all around, and attracts suspicious people?

Idk man, that van is only there at night. I've never seen it during the day. I try not to spy on the neighbor and mind my business, but I can't help but notice the sketchy behavior.

Anyway I stay on my side of the sidewalk, and I don't go near that house. It gives me creeps.

I had two brief encounters with the same man in different places (a quiet path and later a shop), and I’m not sure if I’m overthinking it or if it was just awkward eye contact.

First time, I saw him on a narrow quiet path. He suddenly looked up and had a fixed grin while passing me. He kept eye contact for about 10 seconds from about 10m all the way he passed me.As his smile was unnatural I slowed down but tried not to show fear.

Second time, I saw him again in a shop at the till. I was about to put groceries on the till but I felt staring sensation.He stared at me for a few seconds even after I noticed him. I felt uneasy and ended up moving away to another till.

He didn’t speak to me or approach me either time.

I can’t tell if I’m reading too much into it because the first encounter already made me feel on edge, or if the eye contact in both situations was actually unusual.Would appreciate outside perspectives

These things are true and happened back in 1992 when my then girlfriend and I were dating. It's a Friday night and were in a jammed packed movie theater. A couple around our age ask if the two seats next to me are taken. We say they aren't and let them past us.

That Sunday morning we drive to Disneyland. It's about an hour away and we arrive at 10am. In the parking lot there are trams that pick you up and drive you to the front entrance. It was packed with people and a man says that there are two seats next to him. We walk down the aisle and realize it's the same couple that sat next to us at the movies. We all laughed and wondered what the odds were. On Thursday around noon we decide to hit Zuma beach, it's a 45min drive south of Disneyland. We're there for about three hours. In the parking lot we're getting adjusted. I start the car and I'm looking through my tapes for something to listen to. My girlfriend grabs my arm to get my attention and says omg while she's looking at the car that just pulled in next to us on her side. I look over and it's the same couple staring at us, they look as confused as we do. I quickly pulled out and got the hell out of their. I'm not someone who gets freaked out easily. I was seriously disturbed for a minute.

We talked about that all the time. Never figured it out, Never saw them again. Weird

I still don’t know if I narrowly avoided something really bad, or if this guy was just deeply unstable, but it has stayed with me for years.

A stranger walked past me while I was at work one day, stopped, and asked me out on a date. I’d never seen him before. It caught me off guard, but he came across as confident and kind of “old school” so I said yes.

He asked if he could pick me up for a coffee date and I agreed.

When he picked me up, he already had a McDonald’s coffee for me. It was from right near my house. I took a sip, realised I didn’t like it, and just pretended to drink it so I wouldn’t be rude. But straight away my mind started questioning it. Why would he already have my coffee when we were supposed to go get one together and he didn’t know what I liked.

Then things started feeling off.

He drove straight past where we were meant to go. When I asked, he casually changed the destination to somewhere further away. During the drive I also caught him in small lies. He said he worked at my local Woolworths, but I told him that couldn’t be true because I’m there all the time and would have recognised him. He didn’t really respond.

He then started repeatedly asking if I had finished my drink. Not once or twice. Around ten times.

By the time we turned off the main road toward the new location it was fully dark.

At one point he turned down a road heading toward bushland. I stopped questioning him at that point because something in me felt like I needed to stay calm and not escalate anything.

There was also something large and metal in the glove box that kept moving and banging, and he kept drawing attention to it.

After that, his behaviour changed completely.

He started driving erratically, using his elbows on the wheel, yelling that he was Kanye West and I was his Kim Kardashian. Then he drove down a dirt road, and then off the dirt road into the bush.

We were driving through trees in the dark.

Eventually he stopped the car right at the edge of a lake. The water was basically at the front of the bonnet.

Then he just sat there in silence.

For about 15 minutes.

It felt like he was waiting for something.

When he got out of the car, I immediately texted my friend and told her to call me and say we had training and not to ask questions. I also made sure to casually describe where I was in a way that made sense.

When he came back and got in the car, my phone rang. My friend followed exactly what I asked.

After the call he just looked at me and said “so you have to go?”

I said yes.

He then sat in silence for another few minutes.

By this point it was dark the whole way through.

Then he finally turned the car around and drove me home without saying a single word.

I never saw him again.

To this day I still don’t know if my intuition saved me from something genuinely dangerous or if he was just mentally unwell, but I’ve never been able to shake the feeling that something about that night was very wrong.

The video arrived on his phone at 2:18 PM on a Tuesday.

His 14-year-old daughter, blindfolded, sobbing into a camera, saying her own name and the date out loud. Eight seconds of footage.

The video had been generated eight minutes earlier from photos she'd posted to Instagram. The voice on it was cloned from a 12-second TikTok she'd posted in February. He didn't know that yet.

The phone rang before the video finished. A man with a slight accent said the price was $50,000 and the deadline was thirty minutes. The man stayed on the speakerphone the whole time. He could hear the kitchen.

The father had a business crypto wallet because two suppliers had insisted on it. That's the only reason he could ruin his family in eleven minutes.

He wired the money. The voice walked him through it. The crypto address was a long string of letters and numbers he'll never forget the first eight characters of.

While he was wiring, his wife was sitting across the table, trying to text her sister. The voice on the line heard her keystrokes. It told her, gently, to delete what she'd typed. She did.

She has told her husband, since, that the worst part wasn't the words. The worst part was that the voice wasn't angry. It was patient. The way you correct a child you expect to keep trying.

After the wire cleared, the voice didn't hang up. It told him to wait. To not move. For another forty-five minutes. It asked him about the weather. About a dog it claimed to own.

The clock above the sink read 3:14. Then 3:22. Then 3:31.

At 3:38 the voice told him his daughter was being driven to a parking lot. It would not say where.

Then the front door opened.

His daughter walked in. School backpack. Soccer cleats slung over her shoulder. Hair damp from a water bottle she'd dumped on her head after practice.

She said hi.

The voice on the line said, "oh."

Then the voice was gone.

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The FBI issued a PSA about this scam pattern in December 2025. The Internet Crime Complaint Center received 357 emergency-scam complaints in 2024. $2.7 million paid. Deepfake fraud attempts in North America are up 1,740% since 2022.

Twelve seconds of TikTok is enough audio to clone a voice well enough to make you wire money.

The technology is faster than the law.

— u/theurbandread

A year ago, my life fell apart when my husband unexpectedly passed away. While I was still drowning in grief, my mom became severely ill.

​Since she lives alone in her old house, I packed my bags and moved in with her to manage her treatment and take care of her full-time.

​Almost as soon as I arrived, the house started feeling incredibly heavy. My mom, who was bedridden most of the day, kept telling me she heard strange noises in the hallway. She claimed she could hear faint voices calling out her name.

​I tried to dismiss it, telling myself she was just hallucinating from her medication. I really didn't want to scare myself. But a couple of days later, it was my turn. And what terrified me the most was that it happened in broad daylight.

​I had just finished doing the house chores, and my mom had drifted off to sleep. I walked into her bedroom just to check on her.

​The moment I stepped through the door, my blood ran cold. Standing right next to her bed was a woman dressed entirely in black.

​I could see her face with horrifying clarity. Her skin was a sickening, deathly pale, and her eyes were massive. She was staring straight at me, eyes wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

​I froze. I completely lost my ability to react or scream. Out of sheer, desperate panic, I covered my eyes with both hands and started praying out loud right there, standing in the middle of the room.

​I prayed for a solid minute with my eyes covered. When I finally gathered the courage to pull my hands away, she was gone. My mom was still sleeping peacefully.

​Two nights later, things escalated. I was sleeping in the bedroom right next to my mom’s.

​I laid down, and just as I was drifting off to sleep, I noticed a dark shadow standing right at the foot of my bed. It wasn't moving; it was completely static.

​But out of nowhere, I felt a violent yank. Something invisible grabbed me and started dragging me off the bed.

​It was a sickening sensation, and the force was so sudden that my blanket was literally thrown into the air, landing across the room. I panicked, bolted out of bed, and ran into my mom's room to sleep with her. I didn’t close my eyes for the rest of the night.

​The breaking point happened yesterday, when my sister came over to visit us. A few hours before she arrived, I was sitting alone at the kitchen table eating a quick lunch.

​Suddenly, I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in both of my wrists. It was a suffocating pressure, exactly as if someone was grabbing my arms and squeezing them with brute force.

​The moment I heard my sister’s car pull up outside, I ran out of the house. I was sobbing hysterics. I told her I couldn't take it anymore, that I needed to get out of that place right now.

​She freaked out, trying to calm me down, and asked what was wrong. When I told her about what just happened in the kitchen, she pulled up my sleeves. We both went completely pale.

​Deep, purple bruises were already forming around both of my wrists. You could perfectly see the shape of human fingers pressed into my skin.

​I broke down completely. "It's him," I cried to my sister. "It's my husband. He doesn't want me to leave our old house. He's looking for me. He won't let me go."

​But my sister grabbed my face and told me to stop. "No, Lola," she said. "This isn't your husband. This is something evil."

​She immediately took action. She contacted an aunt of ours who is very close to the local parish priest. The next morning, the priest came over, blessed every single room in the house, and gave me a personal blessing as well.

​Mercifully, it worked. Since that day, the house has been completely quiet, and whatever was lingering here seems to be gone.

​But there’s a detail that keeps me up at night. A few weeks ago, I found out through some extended family members that my late husband's family was heavily involved in some dark witchcraft practices back in their hometown.

​Nothing has ever been proven, and honestly, I’m too terrified to dig deeper.

So this incident happened in Feb 2023 my finals were going on so I was pulling an all nighter now before I proceed to incident I want you to understand my area

So I used to live in village and the villagers were mostly dependent on farm and people make temporary shed to guard their farm from animals as it was harvesting time . So their was a shed near our house. And their was a girl ( she was around 20y that time) at that shed

Now the incident

it was around 2-3 am I was studying and I heard screaming and loud noises from that shed and I thought some animal went to the farm I ignored and continued my studied and eventually the screaming stopped after few minutes now the time was around 4:15 in the morning I was in my terrace drinking coffee i saw 4 men leaving the shed i thought they were her relatives and I went to bed after having my coffee

And when I woke up there was chaos and crowd nearby when I asked my brother he told the girl in the nearby shed was ra*ed by a group of men she was left to die in that critical position but eventually she recoverd after few months

I still have regret that I should have informed my family and we could have saved her

When I was a little kid (idk how old 7 or 8 at the oldest) me and my twin sister shared a bedroom, our beds were directly across the room from each other and we'd frequently chat all night. We'd gone out with our mom and older siblings and came home very late at night (for a 7 year old, maybe it was 10PM lol). When we got home, it was off to bed with us and we laid in the dark and talked for a while. My sister seemed really strange, like frozen, unmoving and not talking. I went and got in bed with her and asked her what was wrong. She said that we had to be brave and run to moms room because there was a monster looking at her from beneath my bed that I was just previously laying in. I turned away from her and looked into the dark void that was beneath my bed and idk I felt it too. There was a monster under the bed. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it watching us. I think we counted to ten quietly and ran to my mom's room to tell her about the monster. As we stood in the mouth of our mother's doorway crying and hyperventilating a man ran by our mother's room, slammed the door and escaped out the back door off the kitchen.

A man had broken in while we were away and hidden under my bed. I don't think about this often but sometimes I wonder what would've happen if my sister never sensed him. Spooky shit. People are terrifying.

So sorry this is written out poorly, I'm on a fifteen minute break from work with not much time left on it.

Never had anything strange happen in the 5 years of living here except one night. When parking my car next to a field at 12am, I heard someone yell “hey”. I live in a quiet apartment complex. It’s was dead silent, the direction was from the field. Why it was so weird is because the moonlight was strong. And as I heard the “hey” from the field I looked almost instantly and saw no one. Seemed to come from 20 ft away, but no figure. Nothing to hide behind. An empty field.

So I first got sleep paralysis when I was 17 years old. And I remember it very vividly. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it because it was so surreal to me. It happened that summer of my senior year of high school. I still remember waking up in the middle of the night, not being able to move. I remember being so confused. I tried to get up, but my body was stiff, paralyzed. I tried to move my arms and legs, and they just wouldn’t work.

Then I started panicking but believing it’s all a bad dream. So I think that, but I’m really awake, so it’s perceived as a never-ending nightmare. At the same time, I tried screaming, and guess for who? Yeah, big mommas boy here. I yelled for help, and all that came out was weird, scary mumbling sounds, like my mouth had been sewn or stapled together.

I felt a very heavy presence, a weight on my body. I was cold and sweaty, and yet the temperature in the room felt dense, hot, almost like a sauna. I could feel the cold sweat, Behind my ears pressing on the pillow, I could hear a distorted sound of like a ringing fan slowly spinning. My best guess, my ears had popped.

I remember I tried to crawl away in a paralyzed, stiff position.I felt numb and tingling like when your arm falls asleep. It was such a weird place to be in, both physically and psychologically, because it was as if my mind couldn’t keep up with my consciousness . Then what happened next is something I will never forget. The experience was out of this world. As I lay there, unable to move, with my mumbling sounds coming out of my mouth, I felt like I was being lifted, suspended into the air above my body and bed. The sensation I got all around my body and stomach was that feeling of being scared of heights That’s the best I can describe it.

What happened next: I was now looking at myself from above. I could see myself laying in bed. I thought I had died. It was very strange seeing myself just laying there. As if it was third person view, It was like watching your kill cam in a video game. I was in one spot physically, but my mind was in two places? I don’t know. Anyways, while being suspended near the ceiling of my room, I traveled down the hall to the kitchen i dont know how or why , and I remember being suspended in the middle of the kitchen ceiling for what felt like forever.

Then I traveled back into my body. As I returned to my body, I could hear distorted voices almost like whispers very deep and horrifying. As I opened my eyes into reality, waking up, I could hear my mother calling me I lay in bed.

I got up and was very weirded out by what had happened. I couldn’t understand how she was there because I was alone not so long ago. I guess this whole time, while I was in my sleep paralysis, I had been mumbling for help, and she heard and got very worried and went to check on me. That human intervention certainly helped.

Anyways, what followed after was just bad for me. This happened 3 nights in a row. The second and third time, I was not able to “get out of my body,” but I still got the creepy sleep paralysis sensation of the living nightmare . Those nights to me felt like they were in a loop. Repeating what had happened the night before. It got bad, I was scared to go to sleep. I felt like if I fell asleep, it would just restart over and over again. The lack of sleep that followed also created insomnia.

I had the idea that I wouldn’t get those nightmares if I didn’t sleep long, so I tried sleeping less, but then that started messing with my school stuff. I stopped skateboarding and I was uninterested in all my hobbies. I couldn’t really concentrate. It’s like I wasn’t myself, as if I was possessed or taken over by something. I became obsessed with that experience. It pushed the boundaries of wonder i believe at some point i lost that touch with reality. I started thinking i got some kind of ability that others didn’t , I started isolating myself because whenever someone asked what’s up, I’d bring it up because that was on my mind the whole time.

This experience opened my mind to look into lucid dreaming, astral projection, parallel universes, alternate realities, spirituality, history, and to learn about space and time, mathematics geometry and physics, even biology, trying to understand the nervous system and the brain and how all of this is connected. Searching for that key. I know it’s all because of this experience I was able to see. I overthought it, I gave into it. I know it drastically shaped my life but i have come to terms with it.

so like 2 weeks ago, me and my 2 other friends were hanging out in a mall. the mall was pretty crowded so we really kept looking out for eachother. Now around 30 mins later i started noticing something, a guy, around his early 20s or maybe late was discreetly following us. my other friends did not notice but i sure did. he was doing it in a way that he thought no one would notice but i somehow did. he kept a distance when following but he really did end up at every shop we went to.In one of the book shops, i actually looked at him and he pretended as if he was reading a book. It was genuinely creeping me out. I didnt tell my friends yet cuz i thought he wasnt following and i just assumed it but he sure damn was. And now came the weirdest part, we were waiting outside the elevator and that same guy was standing a bit away. At this moment i knew it was getting too much and i told my friends and as soon as the elevator opened we quickly walked in it and that guy was literally stomping our way but THANKGOD the elevator door closed in time and we went to the parking for our car and left. Genuinely the most scary thing ive ever encountered i was actually so scared and the guys face was sosos creepy. dont know what was up with him but im so happy we left before God knows what could happen. Js wanna tell yall to be aware of ur surroundings in public places.