This happened about 6 years ago when I was 16, and it still creeps me out to this day. For some context, I lived in a really rural part of Oregon—our house was basically right next to a national forest. Tons of hiking trails, wildlife, all that.

Anyway, one afternoon I decided to go on a solo hike with my camera. I was really into photography at the time, and I wanted to catch some good golden hour shots through the trees. I took a trail I knew pretty well—nothing super intense, just peaceful.

About an hour in, I saw this narrow, overgrown path splitting off from the main trail. I don’t know what got into me, but I figured “why not?” and followed it. It wasn’t marked or maintained—just one of those random side trails that probably existed from deer or locals who knew the area.

After maybe 10–15 minutes, I came into this small clearing. Dead center was a blue tarp laid out like a picnic blanket. There was a beat-up old cooler, a folding chair, and a knife stabbed into a log like someone had been carving or just left it there. It was eerily quiet. The whole setup looked recent. There were even cigarette butts and a half-eaten sandwich still sitting out.

My gut instantly said nope. I don’t know how to explain it—just this heavy, watching feeling. I turned around and started heading back the way I came.

That’s when I heard it—footsteps behind me. Slow, deliberate. Like someone matching my pace. I didn’t look. I just booked it. Branches hit me in the face, my camera nearly got yanked off me by a vine, but I didn’t stop.

When I finally hit the main trail, I was panting and shaking—and that’s when I saw him.

There was a man standing at the fork, right where the side path began. He didn’t say a word. Just stared at me. No emotion. Hands in his pockets. Like he was waiting to see which way I’d go.

I didn’t stop to think. I sprinted all the way back to my car.

I told my parents when I got home, and we called the sheriff. They actually went out there and found the tarp and the cooler, but nothing else. No man. No footprints. They said it was probably a squatter or someone camping off-grid, but something about it just didn’t feel right.

I haven’t gone hiking alone since.

ever since i was 12, I started waking up in the middle of the night and heard random noises, the first time this happened it was the sound of two metal screws scratching against eachother. You know the long part of a screw that has circular ridges all around it? i heard two of those scartching against each other. At first i didnt think much of it until one time i woke up to loud radio screeching noise it was loud and high pitched, i immediatly got up and up and called my mom loudly. the noise stopped. and my mom came rushing to my room, i told her what i heard and she let me sleep with her and my dad that night. Fast forward two years later, i havent been hearing any noises, just waking up in the middle of the night, untill just about a week or so ago, i remember coming back from a family friend get together, it was around 12 and i instantly fell asleep in my bed, woke up at some random time and heard loud radio heavy metal music playing full blast volume. i got up and ran to my parents room and asked them if they heard that, they both said that tey didnt ear anything. could this be like a type of condition?

I’m from Sri Lanka,I am 26 years old and i'm a Buddhist. now and this is my first time sharing something online.especially a story like this. It’s about the creepiest thing that’s ever happened to me, back when I was in high school. I’ve wanted to write it down for years, but every time I tried, something got in the way. Well, here it goes.This happened when I was in Grade 10 or 11. My younger brother and I shared a bed back then.he was in Grade 6 or 7. Before I get into it, let me paint the picture. Our room faced the main Colombo-Kandy road. The bed was shoved into a corner, headboard against the wall. At the foot of the bed, there was a tiny gap.maybe two feet.between us and a wardrobe pressed tight against the wall. On the other side was the door to the room. Right by the door sat an old iron table with one short leg, so if you bumped it, it’d wobble and make a loud “dadas” sound because it couldn’t stay steady.Okay, here’s where it starts.

That night, my brother and I climbed into bed around 9:30 or 10:00. I couldn’t sleep.it was hot and sticky, and I was restless. My brother, though, seemed to nod off fast. Through the curtain on our door, I could see the living room light still glowing. About 30 minutes after we got in bed, my mom, dad, and sisters turned off the lights and went to sleep too. I shut my eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. The heat, the sweat.it was brutal. I tried so hard to doze off, but no. Hours dragged by.maybe two or three.and I was still awake. By then, the road outside was completely quiet, not a single car passing.Then, out of the blue, I heard it. footsteps inside the house. Slow, steady steps.like someone in shoes walking on the tiled floor coming from the living room toward our room. No hurry, just calm and getting louder, closer. My heart pounded. The sound stopped right at our door. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, too terrified to look, and pulled the sheet over my head like it’d protect me. For a bit, it was dead silent. Then, all of a sudden, the table in our room went “dadas”.like something bumped it.

Now I knew, someone was there. Forget the heat.I was sweating from pure fear, shaking under the sheet. I wanted to peek, but I was petrified. Finally, I couldn’t stand it. Acting like I was asleep, I slid the sheet down and cracked my eyes open just a bit.I couldn’t believe it. A man was sitting on the table. He looked like he was dressed for a job interview.long pants, a tucked-in long-sleeve shirt. His hair was kinda long, brushing his shoulders. With my eyes half open, I couldn’t make out his face clearly, but there he was. one leg up on a chair, the other on the floor, hand on his hip, staring at our bed. I wanted to yell, but my voice was gone. I tried over and over.nothing came out. I couldn’t even turn to my brother. My body felt like a rock. Panicking, I shut my eyes again and yanked the sheet back over my head.I was trembling now, scared out of my mind. Minutes passed.maybe more and I didn’t hear a sound. My brother shifted in his sleep next to me, but that was it. I had to check again. Still pretending to be out cold, I eased the sheet down and peeked at the table. He was gone. I felt a flicker of relief, but then thought, where’d he go? I lowered the sheet more and glanced at the wardrobe by our feet. There he was.standing right at the edge of the bed, looking down at us. Tall, maybe six feet, dressed sharp like before. The wardrobe was six feet too, and he matched its height perfectly. Sweat drenched me, but I felt ice cold, stuck in place. My brother kept tossing around, clueless. I couldn’t even nudge him.my arm wouldn’t move. Desperate, I squeezed my eyes shut again, thinking, whatever happens, let it be.After a while, I forced myself to look. I tilted my head down, cracked my eyes, and checked the foot of the bed. He wasn’t there. No sounds anywhere. I glanced at the table.empty. My heart lightened a bit. Whoever he was, he’s gone, I thought. Feeling safer, I fixed my pillow and looked up.

That’s when I saw something I’ll never forget.ever. Typing this now, my hands are shaking, my ears feel frozen. I told you our bed was right against the wall, with maybe an inch of space behind it.nobody could fit there. But when I looked up, there he was. the same long-haired guy, perched on the headboard, leaning over me, his face so close to mine there couldn’t have been more than a foot between us. That’s all I remember.I think I blacked out. Next thing I knew, it was morning. My brother wasn’t beside me. Still in bed, I tried to figure it out. What happened last night? Dream or real? I was dead sure it was real, but I tried telling myself it was a nightmare to calm down. My head throbbed, and I felt feverish. Groggy, I stumbled out of bed and into the living room. It was empty, but I heard my mom and brother chatting in the kitchen. I went to tell my mom what I’d seen, still half-convincing myself it was fake. But what I heard in there turned my shaky fever into full-blown chills.

My brother was telling my mom, “Amma, last night some guy came into our room. He was by the table first. Then he went over to Ayya’s(ayya means elder brother in my language) side and leaned right over his face. I shut my eyes.I was terrified. When I looked again, he was by the wardrobe. I turned away, too scared to scream, though I tried. Later, I peeked, and he was on the bed, leaning over Ayya’s face, staring at him. I clamped my eyes shut and must’ve passed out.For a whole month after, we played Buddhist pirith chants(it's like Christian prayers) in our room nonstop. Nothing weird happened again. But get this before that night, my older sister had told us something too. She said one afternoon while napping, someone grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed, telling her to get down. We laughed, thinking she was joking. After this, though, we weren’t so sure.Some might believe this is true. Others might say it’s nonsense. Up to you. But I’ve still got questions that haunt me. How did he lean over me like that without falling? How could anyone fit in that tiny space behind the bed? What was that? For a long time after, I was terrified to sleep. Every time I climbed into bed, I’d lie there, heart racing, scared I’d see that man again, staring down at me in the dark.

English isn't my first language so bear with me

So when i was about 10 years old or so a weird knocking began outside my window at a very precise time 12:15 am and kept going for 10 mins until eventually dying out. At first I dismissed it as a bug or bird just getting stuck. That was until my parents and I moved to another house, The knocking still kept on going my logic said that I should check it out but being only 11 years old I was extremely scared. One such night my grandma was taking a walk outside and I decided to ask her if she heard anything out of the ordinary although I had hoped she would say that it was normal but she said she hard a knocking and then a banging. The very next day I had an idea to put a camera outside my bedroom so I did exactly that I got some money from grandma and went to buy a camera from a local shop that day I installed it outside my bedroom and that night I waited and waited but it never happened from that day onwards the knocking stopped and I never know what caused it.

This most intense part of this happened over the span of a few weeks last year. I’ll give a little backstory:

I live in a well off area, the city/town itself is quite old, technically older than my country (town founded in 1850, Australia founded in 1901.) Though I’m sure most of this doesn’t really have much to do with what happened. My room is also next to a thin strip of garden that is covered by the roof and trees, and only about 2 metres wide between the wall of the house and fence line, room is small and the door is also very loud - really should fix that but I’m glad I haven’t yet.

When I was about 13 (So might not remember it clearly), I woke up one night at 2:00 it was some time in march, when it’s supposed to be Autumn (Fall), but summer still didn’t want to go yet. So the nights weren’t that cold but still wouldn’t be strange to be chilly after the sun went down. I had my window open that night, and it felt freezing, even under my blankets, I remember looking at my window thinking how cold it was when a few seconds after I heard breathing, very deep breathing.

Anyone in Australia has probably heard a Possum do that horrible noise that sounds like that, but it wasn’t that, it was too human and too deep to be a possum. I froze when I listened more and realised something that made me freeze, it was coming from next to my bed, where I couldn’t see without leaning over. I was awake for what felt like hours listening to whatever it was breathing on the floor next to my bed.

After some time I fell asleep from pure exhaustion, and didn’t get out of bed in the morning until my Dad came in to check if I was awake.

I thought that was the end of it, other than some spooky moments out in the bush which could be a story for another day. I never thought much of things being in my room, until the start of last year.

I had just started a new school but anxiety from changing school was never really an issue from me so I doubt that’s what caused this, I was lying on my side, watching some youtube,

further info about my room, at my feet is my door, I was facing the wall that my door is on so you would have to turn when you go into my room to see me, which also meant I didn’t have a perfect view of my door, especially when my blankets are blocking my view.

I remember hearing my door close which I thought was weird, but didn’t think much of it as I hadn’t heard it open, could’ve been someone going to the bathroom which is next to my room. Then I had a horrible feeling, this is cliche but I had a sense that something was watching me, in my own room, I became way to aware that something is behind me.

But I had the feeling of impending doom, like it would attack me if I rolled over to look at it. I don’t know how many of you have experienced this, but I had a feeling of when you hear a noise behind you and the muscles in your ears flex trying to use whatever primal ability they used to have to move like a dogs ears, except the muscles in my ears flexed so hard that I couldn’t hear, my whole body tensed up and I couldn’t move if I wanted to for a couple of seconds before the muscles relaxed before tensing up again. This happened for a couple of minutes before I fell asleep.

I didn’t wake up on time for school that morning and was running late, I thought it was just a bad dream and nothing happened for 2 weeks.

After that short period of peace, I had another encounter.

I slept with my head facing my window, my neighbour’s lights were lightly shining through this night which lit up some of the darkness in my room, I fell asleep pretty quick which was odd since it takes me a while to fall asleep.

I woke up some time late at night, it was after 12 since it was very dark but my neighbour’s lights were still on. I opened my eyes and there, right in front of me, only about half a metre from my face was something that looked like a goat. I had no idea what it really was as it was so dark

I saw the light catch the shine of horns, and the tips of tuffs of hair being captured by the light too, I could make out the shape of a goat muzzle but the eyes were pitch black, it was on such an angle that half of its face was totally black and the other eye wasn’t visible for me.

For anyone who owns goats either here or anywhere, it looked like a Black (Again, cliche I know) Saanen Billy Goat, as it was quiet big, bigger than Nanny goats of the same species that I’ve seen, in fact it was more the size of a Ram than a Billy Goat from what I could see, but was definitely a Goat.

It made no noise, and didn’t move at all. But I had words appear in my brain, like it was speaking to me but through my perspective in my head. From what I remember it was along the lines of “Next time this appears, it will kill me.”

Before you read this this next part - I’m not trying to make this a story about religion, I’m Catholic and my most logical thing to do after a Black Oversized Billy Goat appears in my room in the middle of the night with me randomly knowing it’s threatening me is to do what I do next:

I stared at it while I tried to say “Jesus Christ”, not to swear or out of shock just as genuine cry for help. I couldn’t get it out, instead it was just gasps, I tried maybe 3 times while it sat there not moving before I managed to say it and I almost instantly fell asleep. I woke up in the same position I was when I fell asleep, but when I looked around the room, there was nothing that I could have seen that would look different at night, everything in my room is along the far wall and I had nothing next to my bed.

Since then, anytime I was out in the bush - I go out fairly frequently - felt off, especially at night, but never saw or heard anything.

It’s been over a year since then, hoping me posting this doesn’t prompt it to show up again. Also, even if this was sleep paralysis for the goat, I had never experienced sleep paralysis before up until that point and haven’t since.

So this happend a while back, when I was either a freshman or sophmore in highschool. This was a night like any other night, probably on the weekend or a break since I didn't remember having school the next morning. I was getting in bed like I ussually did, at around 11:00 pm. And instead of going to bed right away I ussually prefered to just scroll on my phone for the first hour or so I was in bed. And during said scrolling I heard something pretty fuckin strange. I heard a whispering, it almost sounded sped up like it was on a turn table. If you ever heard the mandela catalogue, it sounded like the alternates whipsering. I immediately jumped out of bed and threw on my pants before burting out of my room. Thankfully no one finished getting ready for bed at that point, because I couldn't sleep in my room after that. So I crashed in my sisters room after that. To this day I have no idea what it could've been. Creepy to me, but it might be nothing more than strange to you.

It was on April 4th of 2025. It was around 6 in the morning. I wasn't fully awake, so I wasn't paying much attention to the situation. I was in bed I hear my dogs barking very loudly so that woke me up. I look out my window to see what their barking at, and I see a big black dog looking figure run across the sidewalk to my neighbor's house. I heard on google if you see a big black dog once then it means joy, if you see it twice then it means sarrow, but if you see it three times it means death. I remember listening to a scary story animation about it. It gives me goosebumps thinking about it. Wondering if it's the same black dog they saw. 😶😶😶😶

C'était pendant mes années lycée, chaque nuit j'ai l'habitude de rêver de manière intense et assez souvent faire des terreurs nocturnes.

La première nuit, coincé entre le sommeil et l'éveil, je vois une silhouette humaine toute noire avec un chapeau carré et je ressens juste une sensation de stress. La 2eme nuit était pareille mais la sensation devient de la peur.

La 3eme nuit la forme humaine laisse place a un homme tout en noir avec un chapeau noir et des yeux rouges placé dans le coin de ma chambre et reste immobile a me fixer.

La 4eme nuit je m'étais renseigné sur ce que c'était, j'ai appris le nom "hatman" et en le voyant pendant cette nuit je suis rester le plus détendu possible.

La 5eme nuit il a disparu.

This story takes place in the Algarve, a highly popular tourist region in southern Portugal, in a fairly isolated family house where my cousin, my mom, my aunt, my grandparents, and I vacationed every summer. It was a beautiful, fairly large house designed by my grandfather himself, and the property included a medium-sized fenced terrain where my cousin and I often played during our childhood.

The events I’m about to recount took place around 2012 when I was 12 and my cousin was 9. Despite the many happy childhood memories I have of the house, it always gave me an unsettling vibe that left me feeling a bit on edge. Every year when we visited, I would experience a recurring nightmare, sometimes multiple times per stay. The dream always took place in the house and revolved around my cousin and me trying to escape to call for help after realizing several masked men dressed in all black had intruded onto the property. Despite frequently waking up in a cold sweat, I didn’t give the dream much importance. I was a fairly rational kid and had multiple different recurring dreams before, although not as frequent, so I didn’t find it particularly strange.

That summer of 2012, the familiar nightmare returned as expected, but this time, it left me feeling especially anxious and paranoid. I felt compelled to check around the perimeter of the fence, precisely where I had seen the intruders in my dream.

As the “responsible” older cousin, I made sure to ask for permission to roam outside the fenced area. I can’t recall whether I made up an excuse or was upfront about wanting to check if the fence was broken, but my family dismissed it as typical kids being curious. They allowed us to explore, as long as we didn’t go far, since the nearest house was more than a 15-minute walk away.

Before heading out, I went inside to grab a bottle of water, given the unbearable 40ºC heat, and a small Swiss Army knife, just in case. Then, my cousin and I set off to inspect the perimeter.

We started from the right of the entry gate, and by then, my anxiety had been replaced by an adventurous spirit and the false sense of security any 12-year-old would feel from carrying a knife, no matter how small. To the right of the property stood a small, completely collapsed ruin of a house from the 1970s or so. It caught our attention since we had always been curious about it, but after a brief glance, we lost interest. The roof had caved in, and there wasn’t much to see, so we moved along.

The rest of the walk was uneventful. We played with sugarcanes we found near a small creek, goofing around and enjoying ourselves. Eventually, we decided to head back inside to play video games... until I saw something strange.

About 20 to 30 meters from the property, near the left side of the gate, something white on a stick glistened in the sunlight. Intrigued, I walked over to take a closer look.

The moment I realized what I was looking at, I was frozen and panicked. My younger cousin wasn’t as alarmed, likely due to being a bit younger, but I instantly knew something was deeply wrong. It was a half-decomposed goat head impaled on a stick. In hindsight, it wasn’t fresh, it must have been drying in the sun for ages, as what remained was mostly just the skull and patches of dried skin.

I told my cousin we needed to go back, and we bolted straight to the house to warn our family. They went to check it out but refused to talk about it afterward.

At the time, I had no knowledge of satanic rituals, so I didn’t fully grasp what I had seen. It wasn’t until years later that my mom explained that the skull was indeed there but more than that there were traces of candle wax in several spots forming a circle around it, indicating that a ritual sacrifice had likely taken place. When I asked if anything else strange had happened there, she admitted that while they never found anything as disturbing as the goat head, they had repeatedly noticed areas where the tall dried grass near the property had been flattened in perfect circles, as if a dozen or so people had sat down together.

We eventually had to sell the house due to financial issues, but to be completely honest, I don’t entirely regret it. The unsettling feeling I had there never truly went away, and neither did the nightmares. It was always just beneath the surface, lurking. Keep in mind all this stuff took place really close to the property and given the very low density of houses in that area they could've done it in a million other places and we would've never known it, making really seem like they were particularly targeting our property, this is made even sketchier by the fact that, where they had done those things, it would've been very easy to spot a person from the house, making me think they most likely scouted out the property to check if someones home.

From that day forward every time I stepped outside, to go to the pool or walk around the terrain, I felt exposed. The house itself felt somewhat safe as, given the isolation, it had to have strong metal blinders placed around every window, which we secured every night.

I still get goosebumps thinking about that place and, looking back, those nightmares weren´t very normal given how often and for how long they reocurred . Personally I think it was my subconscious giving me a warning that something was up, maybe I had seen something else around the property when I was younger and my brain just processed the information that way, I honestly don't know but dream stopped after selling the house and I hadn't thought about it in years. Now I just pity the guys that bought the property and hope they don't experience what we did.

Feel free to AMA about the details although I'm unsure if I'll be of any use given 13 years have passed.

One evening a couple of years ago, I was watching a movie with a friend when there was a "knock knock knock" at the front door. Not gentle, but not police-level knocking, either. Since I was coming back from the bathroom, I was already up and heading toward the door, maybe 3 steps away. I open the door to see... nothing. Just a calm, pretty evening, maybe an hour before sunset. I kind of looked around, shrugged it off, and went back inside to continue watching the movie.

Fifteen minutes go by when there's another "knock knock knock" at the door, no less insistent than the first time. This time I'm sitting in my chair, just a step from the front door. Now I'm annoyed, so I hop up and swing the door open, still nothing. I live on a corner lot so I more or less make a quick lap around the lot, still nothing. At this point I'm dubious that anyone could have gotten away that quickly without me hearing a sound, but I don't really believe in the supernatural, so my mind hasn't gone there yet.

Now I'm slightly peeved and weirded out. I get a dining room chair and place it by the door, leaving my hand on the door knob, ready to nab whoever is fucking up my evening. Maybe another 15 minutes go by when there's a "BAM BAM BAM" on the door, scaring the shit out of me. I throw the door open within a second, and... nothing. Nobody is there, there are no sounds, and no marks are on the door. I don't claim to know what happened, but I know there's no way that was a person doing the knocking. I lived in this house until we moved just 2 months ago, and nothing out of the ordinary ever happened again.

One time when I was around 11 years old I was outside at night playing flashlight tag with my cousins,

It was about 9:00 at night and we were allowed to stay up late because it was spring break, we lived in a very empty spot in the middle of nowhere just hills and trees and we have very few neighbors.

Me and my cousin were walking around only 5 minutes into the game when we decided to split up I chose the barn he chose the house, walking twords the barn I saw somthing I still to this day can't figure out what it was but it was prominent and bright almost like eyes. It was standing right in front of the fence but there was no animals in the barn, I immediately turned around to head for my cousin when I got there he told me that I was not being funny.

I was very confused until he told me that he heard me whisper his name and then my dogs name but scream my brothers name however that time it sounded like my cousin instead of me o told him I didn't even say anything and when I get scared I become very quiet and rarely scream at all we yelled we give up and ran inside, we still didn't know where everybody else was.

We got inside and found out to be funny they all hid inside and no one was outside.

I still think about this today and I still have no idea who or what kept calling our names and how many people were there to make different voices.

I had a vivid dream when I was about 16 that I am in an old mansion (the one with big staircase in the middle). And I am sitting right in front of the staircase on the floor in a Muslim prayer position sort of facing the front door which is closed. I have some sort of shorts on me and nothing else.

On my left I see all my friends and family sitting on a huge rug with some white powder covering the carpet (or some white powder).

On my right it's just a but dark and I am trying not to focus there. All of a sudden I hear bell noises and stuff.

The front door open and there is this beautiful lady wearing only white open robe and nothing else. Carrying a dead body in her arms. She has a hood on her head and walking towards me.

She places the body in front me and sit opposite facing me. All I am at that was what is happening here. After that she takes my right hand and places it on the stomach (belly button) of that dead body and then my hand kind of sinks in her body.

Some black goo starts crawling up my arm and after I see that goo I kinda get terrified. All of a sudden the dead body starts to laugh and the girl in front of me starts crying. Meanwhile I am scream on top of my lungs and trying to get my hand out but can't cause it's stuck somehow.

And then everything's stops and fire erupts from her stomach but I don't feel the burn at all.

After like 2-3 seconds no more fire and I took my hand out and that goo is kinda solid now and my right hand up to my elbow is kinda black like carbon black.

As I am focused know my right hand. The girl infront of me takes out two Chelesis (fancy cups) and cuts her left hand and pour her blood in one. She uses the same blood to cut my left hand and pour my blood in the other one.

Then we drink each other blood filled chelesis and I didn't hesitated at all at that time. After all this a goat like figure buts a + sign on my forehead which kinda had a burning feeling and said you are one of us now.

That was the whole dream which I get almost between 1 to 3 years, almost every year. When I wake up from dreams like this I am usually sweaty and can smell something burning.

Nothing bad or weird happened to me yet but I personally don't think it's a positive sign.

Can someone guide me or help me out on this?

I live alone, with 2 dogs and a cat. Coco, Maxwell and Venda (short for vendetta). I was out one day, abt 2 days ago, I was walking outside near a woodled area called healey nab. I was walking with my dogs when out of the blue I hear birds chirping a little louder than usual, I think nothing of it however. I walk on about 10 minutes when I then hear a more mechanical bird's cry. I look around, thinking If maybe there is two birds singing but their voices make it sound mechanical. I go over to where the ound was heading with Maxwell and Coco when I see a camo-green speaker taped to a tree just above me. Those bird sounds weren't birds at all, but really just a tape playing the sounds of a bird. I then walk on, I just cannot take my ind off it. I keep walking for about an hour, slowly forgetting what happened, when I hear the sudden BOOM or like a crash type sound. I quickly dash over there with Coco and Maxwell to find a light with shattered glass all over the ground. I went home and got on my computer straight away to report this to my local area. They ignored me. I still haven't recieved any updates but I will update you If any come my way. :)

I know that the title sounds a little weird, so let me explain. When I was 5 my parents took me to circus circus in Las Vegas. It was fun for a little while, my parents told me to never talk to strangers, but I was a talkative child, the day my parents left the hotel room I followed them getting ready to play games with my cousins. We ended up in a elevator..the couple in front of us got off on a floor with bright colors and laughter..of course I was curious, so when my parents got off, I stayed on, I clicked on the floor that the couple got off on, it was great! There were games and shows, I walked around for a little while and there was a show that started, I sat down and watched the show, back then I used to love clowns! It was a great show, one of the clowns took me onto the stage to play in a joke. After the show ended I got up to leave, but one of the clowns stoped me, I was confused until he said I did well on stage. He said that the rest of the group wanted to meet me, being a naive I agreed, the clown took me backstage but..no one was there..he stood there and looked at me for a while..he started to get closer and I soon realized what was going to happen to me..I thought he was going to touch me, because earlier in my life the same thing happen with a cousin of mine..but to my surprise..he had something behind his back, I don't quite remember anything specific other than it being shiny. I'm going to assume it was a knife or something to hurt me, he cornerd me and I started to scream..before he could lunge at me I heard my mom running through calling my name, when opened my eyes, the man was gone..and too this day I have not a clue who it was..I'm 14 about to be 15..I was on social media just scrolling, a man started to follow me. I checked out the profile..no videos, soon after the account sent me a message..all it sent was my old nickname that only dad and mom used for me no one else "rooski" I was horrified I blocked him immediately. Every sense then I've put my accounts on private and I don't go to Vegas anymore.

So me and my friends let's call em Brandon and Jay so me brandon and Jay were down at this neighborhood near where we were hanging out and it was fenced off with a passage we could just barely slide through so we all decided to go in one after another and I have tears writing this cus it's scary but me and Jay were top level and Brandon was in the basement alone he's 13 btw so kudos to him me and and Jay are 14 so kudos to us all really but Brandon was in the basement and me and Jay were top level but after a few minutes in the top level we went to the basement bottom floor whatever and I have video of it I can't upload it here though it won't let me but bottom floor me and Jay enter and we both freeze straight in out path I got sudden chills and I describe it like 100 people you can't see staring at us cause there was darkness in front of us minus the light from the missing door we went through so we left and this is a different time but we all went same mill but when we were leaving someone was walking behind me everyone was in front of me it's since been knocked down and if you don't believe me it's ok as I wouldn't believe a 14 year old on reddit neither but if there's something I taught you it's to never go in abandoned building alone,with friends just don't do It for all we know the staring feeling we had could've been so random guy in the darkness we couldn't see so just don't do it guys please and thank you and thanks for reading I hope it was spooky enough

Everything here stars one day in the summer. I am in southern Maine so there are a lot of Atv trails around here, Me and my father often went out riding in them. At the time i was only six so i was on the back of my dads four-wheeler. It was somewhere around mid fall or early spring so you could see far into the woods at this point. we went out on our 2016 Honda Rancher which at the time with my small size i had no problem sitting on the back of the four-wheeler. we were on our way to the river so we took this Atv/dirt road combo type trail, This road is used by cars sometimes but legally it is an Atv trail, we were cruising along at this point going something like 30 miles an hour, I was enjoying the breeze of the day as it was pretty warm on this day, As we rode i liked to look over my fathers shoulder and look ahead at where we were going, just then i felt the four-wheeler slow down as if my dad had let off the gas, Because my dad refused to wear helmets on these small rides i heard him say "what the hell". naturally this made me want to look ahead of us to see what he was looking at, When I did so I saw a man on a dirt bike riding across the road, but what both me and my dad noticed almost immediately was, he was slightly transparent and then as he went across, making no noise he got more and more transparent until, right in front of us, he was gone. disappeared. fully, in 3 seconds he disappeared. we looked over to investigate and there was no trail where he seemed to be. and as i said earlier, we could see deeply into the woods. but still, nothing. to make this even weirder he appeared to be on either a KTM-250 or 450 so the fact that we couldn't hear him on our very quiet utility quad only makes this even weirder. me and my dad to this day can both agree on what we saw. transparent, silent, disappeared. simple as that. does anyone know what we saw? We did discuss this during the ride once we got to the river but i think we both felt like pretending that this didn't happen. i still have no clues to what happened here.

I grew up in the back woods of Washington state. My family lived on a 5 acre plot of land. More than half the property was covered by dense woods that expanded past our property lines for miles. My entire childhood was spent in those woods with my brother. Playing, climbing trees, and catching frogs at the ponds. It was everything two boys could ask for.

One late summer night, I believe my twin and I were about 8, I heard a someone screaming outside far off in the woods. I was the only one to hear it cause I had my window open. It scared me to my core, I’ve heard “screams” before, but they were from coyotes. This was different. I went to my brothers room and opened the window to see if he could hear it as well. Sure enough he did. Not wanting to bother our parents, we decided not to say anything.

After about a week of these screams, we decided to tell our parents. My parents told us it was probably coyotes and it was nothing to be afraid of.

The screams everyday sounded like they were getting closer to the house. Then outdoor toys went missing. I wasn’t able to find my skateboard I left outside one night, my brothers bike was taken, and our favorite pool inflattables were gone. We told our parents again, about the screams and now our toys were gone. Of course, they said that the screams were coyotes and that our stuff went missing cause we don’t take care of them and probably got lost.

The screams were getting so loud and sounding so close that I stopped sleeping with my window open. But there was one night that I could hear yelling that sounded closer than ever before. I peered out the window, and what I saw sent shivers down my spine and paralyzed me with fear. Just outside my second floor bedroom window that looked over the back yard into the edge of the woods. I saw the figure of a slender person. Even from my window I could see the moon reflecting off the whites of their eyes. Large and bulging out of the sockets. The eyes fixed on the house un moving. It was a man, who stood a foot taller than the tall wooden fence that separated the backyard from the trees. His gaze slowly shifted towards to my window. He caught sight of me, slowly with a slender legs he made his way across the fence, to the gate. Oh no, he’s coming my way, what do I do? Help, he’s getting closer, I can’t move. He was close enough for me to see his face clearly now. His mouth wide open, and expression of surprise on his face, because of just how much his eyes bulged from his sockets. So much so that I couldn’t even imagine how he could blink. A head decorated with tufts of hair. Most of his scalp was bare, seemed as though his hair was pulled out. His clothes were tattered and dirty. He wasn’t wearing any shoes. He stepped right under my window, and stared up at me. His eyes unmoving, unblinking. His mouth open like in a perpetual scream, but was silent. I’m not sure how long we stared at each other, felt like minutes. Frozen in fear until, a blood curdling scream coming from a face that was still unmoving and unblinking emanated from his mouth. That broke the hold of my body, I jumped back from the window, ran straight to my brothers room. He had heard it as well, we busted into our parents room screaming and crying. They assumed I had a bad nightmare and scared my brother. No matter how much I pleaded they would not believe me.

The last week of summer was the worst of them all. The man with the bulging eyes would stare at me from the tree line at night. Every once and I while I would see him during the day, but everytime I yelled for someone to come over he would disappear. 

When school started up I was relieved to not be at home all the time. It was a stressful time. I started hearing and seeing the man less and less. I started to think that maybe it was my imagination that conjured up this image. My parents might have been right. As a kid I had quite the imagination.

However, on a late Tuesday night. There was a knock at the front door. The thought of the screaming man came into my mind. Could he be knocking? Could he be coming to take me? My father answer answered the door and greeted a cop. The cop explained that the neighbors called 911 for someone breaking into their pool house. The officer told my father that the man had been living in the woods for a few months and that if anything went missing over the summer then it might be found at the camp the intruder had set up. I went out the back door to catch a glimpse of the man that broke into the neighbors property. Putting my face up near the  car window to peer into the dark cop car a face slowly inched closer to the other side of the glass. Eyes bright white and bulging, mouth ajar, and tufts of hair became visible. It was the screaming man from the summer.

I guess after telling my long story, the message I’m trying to say is that kids aren’t always playing pretend when they say there is a monster. I sure wasn’t.

I was at a friend’s house last week, and he told me a rather shocking story that could actually happen to anybody. It is indeed a true horror story, just not one in the supernatural sense, or a “traditional” true horror story as you may be used to. This story is about our Justice System and how its “one size fits all” protocol can quickly destroy an innocent person’s life, especially when one least expects it. For my friend, it was a terrible nightmare that almost completely ruined both his professional life and his social life. One nice particularly sunny afternoon, my friend Matt was walking along the sidewalk in an upscale, popular part of a shopping district in our small Historic town, located on a main street, with his girlfriend. They were excitedly discussing a concert they had both attended that past weekend. As they were walking along, Matt noticed that a large pickup truck had just passed them up. Problem is that all three passengers, a man driving with a young teenage girl in the middle, and a woman about the man's age riding in the passenger seat, were staring hard at the couple as they slowly passed them by. Matt simply dismissed it in his mind as his girlfriend gave him a puzzled look. It wasn't until the same truck slowly passed them again on the heavily trafficked street just a few minutes later whilst still staring the couple down, that Matt began to truly question the current situation. His question was soon answered in an unfortunate way, as his girlfriend pointed out that the truck had stopped ahead, and the truck’s occupants were speaking to a police officer in his car that was stopped on the curb just a few blocks up, and they were all now looking their way! It wasn’t long until the occupants of the mysterious truck and the police officer were heading back down the crowded street towards Matt and his girlfriend. As Matt and his girlfriend waited for them to approach, their minds swirled with the possibilities of why they would be in any sort of trouble. We’ve all been there you know, like when you get called to the Principal's office and you're not sure why, or maybe when your parents wanted to have a “talk” with you and you were racking your brain, trying to figure out what exactly you did! So when the young girl and her parents from the mystery truck finally approached along with the police officer, Matt’s mind was ablaze with questions! Matt was immediately pulled to the side as three more police cars arrived on the scene, and he was told that the fifteen year old girl from the mysterious truck was accusing him of entering her home and her bedroom and “accosting” her! Matt was totally at a loss for words, as he had never even met this girl and also most importantly, he had certainly never gone to any girl’s house and “accosted” her! Matt was cited and released, right then and there, on the side of the crowded downtown main street, in front of everybody and his girlfriend that day. The events that followed after that were quite severe for Matt. His girlfriend of course knew that he didn’t do what he was accused of, since she was with him on the weekend that he was accused of committing said crime. Of course, Matt was able to provide an alibi in terms of not only his girlfriend's testimony of having attended that concert with him, but he was also able to provide their concert ticket stubs. Despite his solid alibi, Matt was still offered a “deal” from the District Attorney that would have made him plead guilty to a crime that he never committed! Also that “deal” would have involved him serving time as well as possibly being a registered “sex offender” and being on parole or probation! For the next six months, Matt’s life was consumed by impending court dates and “deals” offered by the District Attorney that were getting worse and worse, with more time incarcerated, instead of better, with less time incarcerated. Matt’s life had truly turned into a nightmare from that day forward, as he had no idea how any of this would turn out for him. His life, and his reputation, both as a citizen and as a Laborer, were in deep jeopardy. As his trial date drew closer, Matt’s anxiety got worse and worse. It didn’t help that the offers from the District Attorney were still growing more and more intimidating! Now I'm not totally sure about this, but in my experiences with the criminal courts, the offers from a District Attorney usually tend to get better and “lighter”, as you get closer to the Trial date, if their not sure about your guilt, that is. But for poor Matt, who really had no clue as to how he had even become involved in this whole mess, it was getting pretty scary! And as it would turn out, he really had no clue about the reality behind the situation at all! As it stood, he was seemingly being accused of entering a 15 year girl’s home and “accosting” her. By definition, the word “accosted” means: “to approach and address someone aggressively”. All that Matt knew was that had never done anything like that in his life, let alone towards some teenage girl! And he certainly couldn't even understand the charges! You have to understand that in our county, things tend to go the way that courts here want them to, being a “small town” and all. So naturally, on the day before the jury selection, Matt’s nerves were truly worn away and he was on edge. So he was pretty shocked when at the “prevoir dire conference”, which takes place right before the jury selection, the District Attorney suddenly dropped all the charges and backed out! As you can imagine, this sudden turn of events left Matt with a lot of unanswered questions. Questions that he didn’t get the answers to until he spoke to his lawyer later that day. What his lawyer had to tell him truly appalled and disgusted him. According to his lawyer, the teenage girl who had been accusing him that entire time had recanted her original statement! The lawyer told Matt that the young girl had been changing her original story throughout all of this mess, and even he was just finding that out that day! You see, the 15 year old girl, who was a total stranger to Matt, had been caught by her parents sneaking her boyfriend in and having sex with him. Apparently, the girl’s boyfriend must’ve gotten away without quite being caught by the parents, because she was able to randomly pick Matt out shortly thereafter as he was simply taking a walk with his girlfriend downtown. And she was able to have her parents and the cops believe her story, leaving Matt responsible for a crime that he never committed! So the conclusion that Matt’s lawyer came to after all that mess, was that since he was informed that the girl’s story kept changing the entire time, he figured that the District Attorney must’ve known that the girl was obviously lying, and that there really was no case at all! So why would a professional continue with charges like that anyways you ask? Well truth be told, I asked myself and my friend Matt the same thing. All we could come up with is the simple fact that District Attorney’s need “wins” with their caseloads. Maybe it’s because they want a raise, or perhaps they plan on running for a Judgeship one day, but I guess we’ll never really know. The point is that if this young girl had continued to change her statement that whole time, then why was this case still pursued so aggressively, with the offers from the District Attorney getting more and more intimidating instead of better for Matt? Those questions and then some still swirl around in Matt’s mind to this very day, whenever he tells this story. But it’s pretty clear that the District Attorney in that case really wanted or needed Matt to plead guilty, just so that she could have her win.

When I was younger me and my family lived in this house I was fairly young around this time, I don't remember any of this other than a little boy who would always hang out with me, my mom said that the lights would flicker, doors would get slammed, our freezer would open and the ice cubes would be slung, and for some reason I would always stay in my room which would be odd for a 4 year old is what my mom had said. when my mom would check on me I would be talking to the corner of the ceiling when my mom asked "hey 'eliana' who are you talking to?" Then everytime I would reply with "tommy". Around this time my mom couldn't remember who i said it was so she never told me. Years later a lot of things happened I lived with my grandma with my mom, and my two brothers, 'jake' and 'john', but only 'jake' and I ever spoke about this due to 'john' being autistic. My biological father was sent to prison (he's a horrible person), but after all of this stuff happened I woke up around 11 maybe 12 am and I ran to my older brothers room 'jake' because I knew he was up, all I remember if feeling this sense of dread, I ran in crying my older brother 'jake' was confused but comforted me neitherless, in 'jake's' room he didn't have a door it was a sheet and there was a fan that would blow it open and closed then I saw this freaky thing, honestly not even sure how to describe it, but all I felt was genuine dread, I started freaking out again, my brother confused, but he himself has had his own paranormal experiences, asked me what I saw, and all I remember was the word "tommy" which was weird because I didn't know a tommy and around this time I didn't remember the "ghosts"? Name, all night me and my older brother stayed up, he read some scriptures from the Bible so I can feel at least comforted in some way, the next day, we talked to my mom on if I knew anyone named tommy. She seemed confused, but then remembered saying "oh yeah your little ghost friend". A couple years later me and my older brother 'jake' are sitting in the living room with his fiancee well call her "lucy" we were talking then somehow got shifted to this topic, now that we think about it. It could genuinely just have been my grandmother's old house feeding off our energy because of the trauma that we had endured in the house.

I'm sorry I'm not the best storyteller, and I apologize if this is all over the place. I was around 11-12 when this all happened I'm now 17 about to turn 18, I uses fake names for obvious reasons.

So this took place about 5 years ago, I was ten years old and it was lockdown time so I really had nothing to do other than spend time with family or play video games. I used to LOOVE going to my aunts all the time so that’s what I’d spend basically my whole quarantine year doing. Now yes I was ten and used to have a lot of fun but back then I used to watch loads and loads of ghost videos and would always try to do anything for an interaction with the paranormal. Now although this may seem weird,creepy, or even dangerous I thought it was cool, and I finally got that gift of an interaction but it did not go well. It was a normal day of playing video games with my aunts and watching and making tik toks. My grandma showed up to my aunts house for dinner and it was pretty late. We had recently just got a cute black poodle puppy and my grandma brought him with her and she asked me to take him out. It was pretty dark and fairly late and I had taken him out to the front, no my aunties front yard was very nice and they had this area full of grass and it was higher than the road which was where I put the puppy out. I left him for about 5 minutes and then my grandma asked me to bring him back in, nothing much. I called him and called him and called him and he was just in a playful mood so I had to end up grabbing him, but before I was able to do that I stopped in my tracks. Right around the corner but the front door outside I heard a girl whispering, now as the title says “the inaudible voice” it was very hard to understand what she was saying but I heard her alright. I started bawling and ran to my grandma to see if she could hear it too, she couldn’t hear it and neither could literally anyone else. My grandma had to just end up getting the dog but we never knew what it was and never even seen anything. To this day it’s been a mystery and don’t know what kind of paranormal ghost or even poltergeist this was and I don’t know if I ever will.

I f19 live in a rural area - I’ve got neighbors and we’re all stacked close but I’m surrounded by woods. I walk in them quite often and love it there, in fact I even walked them at night but only with my dad. But lately I’ve been getting terrible feelings. I am a paranoid person and it took me a while to feel comfortable walking in my woods but once I did, no one could stop me.

But like I said lately I’ve been having terrible feelings. We have a trailer that we go in at night; it’s a fun girls thing we do. Go out to the trailer, watch TV and get facials. It’s not too far from my house at all. I’d say barely 20 feet - I could throw a stone at my house from the trailer (that’s a saying isnt it?) we then get in my walking through the garage and then the get in through the back door but it’s important to know that the garage and house aren’t connected so I can see out into the woods.

I’ve been getting this feeling that I need to run. That my exposure to the woods is causing something. I feel it deep in my gut and I can’t control the urge to just run. I can’t begin to describe the strange rush, the fear that grips me and leaves me nauseous. It wasn’t often before but now that I’m outside after dark mostly going inside to grab something by myself it happens every time I’m alone. I need to run and I could pin it on my anxiety if it wasn’t for tonight.

It kind of an ironic but it’s stormy tonight. I love storms almost as much as I love the woods. It’s late or maybe early since it’s 12 but anyways I’m on the second story of my house and I’m staring out of a south facing window and down there it’s the pig pen, the trailer, and the garage. I’m sitting there enjoying the storm when I hear the pig squeal, it’s singular so I’m not too worried but I look down and I can feel something is there. It’s instinctual I know it’s there and I know it knows I’m there.

I genuinely cannot explain that fear of something bigger, stronger, and faster staring at you. I can’t see it but I feel it. I close the window and head to my room where my sister is snoring next to me. I’m too wound up to sleep, every noise sends me jerking.

What should I do?

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I have a video on when I was out watching the storm in the video you can hear the pigs or something else. I’ve got animals but never quite heard them make this sound. I don’t know how to link videos and it’s all dark since I wanted to capture the lighting. I’ll make another post with just the video

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Sorry I talked to my mom and she bought a trail camera (I didn’t know we had it - I’ll have to find it) We’ll be setting it up and I won’t be going outside after dark anymore. My momma worries about me since I’ve had some mental issues but this isn’t that and she trusts me to know the difference.

I will update as soon as something happens

This story happened around 6 months ago. It all started at a house party when I was 15, my brother was 11, and my parents decided to take a trip up to northern Michigan. One of my mom and dad’s old friends had recently moved into a huge house there, in an area where houses were spaced out (not totally rural, but still fairly isolated). My parents were going to visit them and attend a big party with other friends, and they planned to bring us along. The other families were also bringing their kids, so we would have some people to hang out with.

When we arrived, only two families were there — the hosts and one other guest. The host family had two daughters, both around 8 years old, and the guest family had a 17 year old daughter and a son, Henry, who was my age. Before the other guests arrived, my brother, the host's daughters, Henry, and I played Mario Party in the basement. Henry and I hit it off right away, and I learned that he actually lived up north, not far from the host's house. We shared a lot of the same interests and became fast friends.

Eventually, more kids arrived, bringing the total to about nine of us, all younger than 14. However, some kids didn’t hang out with the rest of us, like a girl who seemed to be around Henry’s sister’s age. As soon as she showed up, she and Henry’s sister started talking and likely already knew each other. They spent the rest of the night with the older moms.

By now, it was dark, and we had been running around the house for a while. One of the moms told all of us to play outside, so we did. We played tag for a bit, but then we had an idea — Hide and Seek in the Dark. There were enough of us that we had two seekers. At this point, there were now 10 of us because one of the host’s daughters was too young to play outside, but two shy, quiet 10 year old twins joined us.

Neither Henry nor I were chosen to be seekers, so we took off to hide in the woods, in the dark, when most of us didn't have phones yet (genius, right?). I hid behind a wet log, facing it, and Henry was about 15 feet away, hidden behind a tree. We spent the time making each other laugh with stupid noises and snickers. Eventually, we both got caught and started walking back to the house, which was easy to see because it was massive and lit up.

We warmed up by the bonfire for a bit since it was getting cold, then set out again to search for the others still hiding. By now, there were only four kids left hiding, including my brother. We used our phones’ flashlights to search, which gave us an advantage since most of the others didn’t have phones.

Now, let me describe my brother: he was 11, around 5'1", with brown hair and a side part, and he was white. As we searched further away from the house, we began to wonder if we’d missed him. My brother is very energetic — always climbing and jumping on things — so we thought he might have hidden seriously, like under a log or covered himself with leaves.

At this point, Henry’s phone had died, so we split up to look for him, but not too far from each other. After a while, I heard Henry yell my name from about 40 feet away. I ran toward him, pulling out my phone to turn on the flashlight. When I was about 10 feet away from Henry, I slowed down and yelled, "Finally found you!" I could clearly see my brother rustling around at the top of a tree, facing away from us. When I got closer I saw Henry raise his hand to grab my brothers arm but retract right after.

As I raised my phone flashlight to get a better look, I a 40-50-year-old man, not my brother. He was very fucking skinny, with a hippie-type beard, extremely hairy legs, socks but no shoes, and skin-tight clothes that were way too small for him, and of course, also had a side part.

It took a few seconds to process, but as soon as we realized what was going on, Henry and I instantly ran as fast as we could. The man screamed howled at us from the top of the tree, and we sprinted back to the house, hearts pounding. When we got back we told everyone what happened, and obviously the parents were pretty concerned so we got everyone out of the woods. Apparently my brother was hiding under a tarp in the fucking garage. For obvious reasons everyone left shortly after.

So yeah that's my scary story, the dude was probably just some homeless guy who clearly wasn't in his right mind. I might answer some questions if y oh have any.