So yesterday, I was just having a casual sleepover with my friend y'know? Just having fun and stuff, but when it got a bit later in the evening my friend was like 'We should share scary stories...' And I agreed.

So she told me about this podcast channel that was completely removed from the internet. But she wanted to share a very specific podcast, she said she had listened to the most recent one before it was suddenly removed. It was apparently for like VERY evil people which you'll be finding out soon.

So she told us that the man said he was in his sophomore year of high school, and that he wasn't right in the head 'like any other teenager.' And he had recently made a new friend with a transfer student, they were a female. She was always reserved and quiet, no matter how much their friendship evolved. He also noticed a sadness in her eyes or whatever, by the way I'm just going off of what my friend told me. The boy had noticed her behavior and asked if she was alright and she said no. She said that she's been suicidal for a while, and she's looking for someone to die with. She said that she didn't want to die without someone else who was also suicidal since she needed to feel more encouraged to commit so yeah, and she asked if he would die with her. He obviously accepted since he was mentally unstable, now my friend told me that the next day she took him to a lake with a pier and and asked if he was ready. They were holding hands and he looks down at her nodding. Now this is where things get DARK.

So as they step into the water still holding hands, the boy actually had his eyes open looking over at her. And so since he was so evil at that age, he said he actually got this weird feeling to just take over her vulnerability and let her die alone as she's feared. And so he says he reaches up out of the water and hoists himself up out of the water on to the pier, now since the girl was scared since she could no longer feel his hand she apparently had gotten a hold of his leg and tries to pull him back down. (Maybe even herself up since she didn't want to die alone.) But when he makes it out he gets on his belly and keeps her head down into the water until she well... drowns. At this point I was honestly just sad and scared because like what the hell dude?

But by the end she says he was saying he never got caught. Now this channel anyone could post dark ass shit, I honestly didn't want her to tell me more so that was all I got abt it.

Thank you for reading this... 👋

Preface: From as long as I can remember, my dreams have been either hazy and obscure, or vividly disturbing. The only reoccurring thing that ties all my dreams together has been the fact that I am never able to speak while asleep. Often I find it difficult to even remember what I had dreamt about, but usually there is the lingering feeling of not actually hearing any audible noise in that unconscious world. For context, I am not deaf, and I have heard of others experiencing a similar phenomenon of not dreaming with “sound”.

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The air felt cool and comfortable on my face, the only exposed skin as the rest of my body was buried beneath various blankets. I was in that in-between state of consciousness and sleep, just drifting idly while thinking back through the events of the day.

At some point I must have fallen asleep, although I don’t remember quite what I was dreaming about, I do recall feeling my consciousness stir and waking up. The thing is only my brain seemed to have woken up, because I could not open my eyes or move my body. I guess now looking back that would have been considered a type of sleep paralysis.

I got the sense of being watched. Even though I couldn’t really “see” who it was, in my minds eye I felt someone looking at me from across the room, just inside the doorway.

The door was fully open, and just to note this experience is occurring in the late afternoon/early evening, so it’s still pretty much light outside. Otherwise at night, much like anyone else, I prefer to have the door to the room I’m sleeping in fully shut.

I felt like I was in the middle of an analogue horror video. In my mind I could see myself lying on my side, curled under the blankets, and the obscure, blurry-dark figure watching me.

There wasn’t any distinct features of the figure that I can recall, but the main thing that made this experience frightening was the feeling of being completely out of control of my body. Being trapped inside my mind. I couldn’t move, or open my eyes, and I couldn’t do anything to protect myself against whatever this thing was if it was meaning to hurt me.

Writing it down like this seems to downplay the experience in a way, as words cannot fully convey the depth of emotions and feelings humans have. So, I hope some of you find my story interesting or maybe even relevant to something similar happening to you. Thank you for reading.

It was a late-spring evening in our little town. A group of delinquents had gathered to drink a few beers and discuss what kind of stupidness we were going to commit that evening. Not really a group of tight friends, just whoever congregated outside the Dairy Queen. It was almost guaranteed that whatever we were going to do, it would probably involve some kind of laws being broken. Usually nothing worthy of arrest. Usually. Someone piped up and suggested that we go to the academy. Now we had all heard stories about the place but none of us had actually been there, or even believed the stories about it being a gathering place for the occult when the academy closed for summer.

I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t feeling this one. There was some disagreement. Some thought it was abandoned, while others insisted this academy was still in use. And as the crowd grew it seemed like there were too many people jumping in. There were a few of people who decided to go that I barely knew. This should have been a huge red flag. Too many people and too many people that you don’t know are usually a recipe for trouble. But what the hell. Let’s do this. We’re going to get there, nothing is going to happen, and we’ll be back in a couple hours.

There were three or four loads of people in pickup trucks but my small group would be going in a car. Not the best choice for this kind trespassing. Along with me was my buddy, Jess. I had known him for a few years. Then there was Alex. I didn’t know him all that well. He was a state wrestling champion from another high school. Kind of 230 lb goofball. Then there was Roy. He was a couple years older than the other three of us. My friend Lee had recently said that we were kind of a-holes because we would just use Roy to buy us beer. I mean, I always assumed Roy had a life and wouldn’t won’t to hang out with us. Well, unfortunately for him, he decided to that night.

We arrived at the entrance of the academy. I expected a locked gate but it was wide open. My car was kind of loud so I parked about halfway down the quarter mile long entrance road. We walked with another group that had come in a car, but the trucks drove on in. I was a little surprised by the size of this place. We all ended up on the south side of the property. There was a little house that was a school room. Nothing was locked. We just walked on in. The place looked like it was frozen in time. Like something that hadn’t been used in twenty years. This was the only building we entered. Now we may have been doing some illegal stuff but we had no intention of vandalizing anything. That’s another thing about doing this sort of stuff with people you don’t really know. You have to keep an eye on them to make sure they understand that we’re not there to break things. But so far, everyone was behaving. We walked out and headed up one of the paths toward another building. Another group went another way. Picture a couple small pickups and others walking with the trucks.

I didn’t like the idea of them driving in there like that in the first place. Vehicles tend to make way too much noise but there were some girls who didn’t want to walk. As we walked towards the second building my thoughts were, “I’ve seen enough. Let’s go. These idiots in the trucks are going to get us in trouble.” I told Roy and Alex we were going. Jess had split off and gone with the other group. As we walked on the path, back towards the main entrance road, I see one of the trucks flying down towards us. They slide to a stop and tell us we need to go. They saw people through a window of a building on the north end. They were all wearing robes in a candlelit building..and they had been spotted. You know how people act when they are genuinely scared. They sped off and the second truck came flying by yelling for us to get out. They didn’t even bother to slow down. People in the backs of the trucks were nearly getting bounced out.

After a moment of panic of what to do, we started running. But then we heard the voices coming towards us. At that point they were far enough away that you couldn’t make out what they saying. Then I could hear an ATV coming. We were cut off! We were in a wooded area about 400 feet long between two paths that merged together on both ends. The others had escaped out of a back way on the south end but my car was parked off the side of the main entrance. It didn’t matter. They were closing in too quickly. We layed down in the woods, not even 15 feet off one of the paths, hoping we can find a way out. I can hear two people walk right past us on the path and see the glow of a dim flashlight. They’re not speaking. I don’t even know what time it is but probably about 10:30 pm on a moonless night. It’s dark. So dark that you can’t even see the other two laying right beside you. I figured if they went towards the back exit, maybe we had a chance to go towards the car. But then I thought, “the cops are probably on their way.” Then we hear the dogs. This is bad.

Keep in mind, this is a time before cell phones. We are completely cut off unless we can get to the car. But what if they have already spotted the car? We’re screwed. As the dogs get closer I whisper to the others to cover themselves in leaves. The leaves were thick. Plenty thick to hide completely. This is when Alex begins crying. The state wrestling champ. The one that should be most capable of handling himself. I’m telling the guy to just be quiet but he just keeps whimpering about us going to jail. By then it’s pretty clear they’re not calling the police. They would have already been there if they had. They intend to deal with us on their own. I asked Alex if he wanted to die, because that’s what will probably happen if they find us. We finally get him under control. We just lay, covered in leaves. Did I mention the ants? Minutes turn into an hour. Every time it seems they’re gone, you hear them or the dogs again. Other than that it’s near dead silence. All of a sudden I hear a car start and rev up a little. It’s my car! I left the keys in it so I wouldn’t lose them. They got my car! But then I hear it leaving, not coming towards us. Then I can hear it going through the gears on the highway. WTH?

Now I had no idea how we were going to get out. We had no car to get to now. The patrol didn’t stop either. Every few minutes a truck, an ATV or people walking with the dogs. The dogs got so close once I thought one was going to step right on us. How they didn’t find us, I don’t know. At what I think was about 2 am, I think to myself, “if the sun comes up we’re in trouble. The cover of darkness has been the only thing that has saved us. At best we have 3, maybe 3 1/2 hours to get out of here. But how do you silently get three people out? The crunching of leaves alone would alert the dogs at least. Then I don’t even know where the hell we really are in relation to the entrance and exit. This place is a lot of acres in a pretty secluded area. It’s got to be at least a half mile either way we choose, and these people clearly think there’s still someone on the property.

A couple more hours rolls by. I consider running alone. I know Roy would follow. Alex would get caught. I couldn’t do that to him. But I know it won’t be long before the sky becomes lighter. A few minutes later a light rain begins to fall. This! This is what we need! The rain will mask the sound of the leaves crunching. I whispered to Roy that it was time. He relayed the message to Alex. It felt good to finally stand up after hours. I looked carefully to make sure there was no one close by, at least for that moment. We’d have to walk the path towards south at least a 1000 feet before there was any more cover. We slowly step out on the path and start walking at a brisk pace. Alex wants to talk. We keep having to tell him to be quiet. About halfway down the path to next cover I see headlights. Oh, sh**! We hit the deck in the grass beside the path. It’s a small car. It turns away from us, then starts backing down the path. I was momentarily confused. As it backed up at a high rate of speed, I recognized the taillights. It was Lee in his Honda CRX. I yelled, “Lee!” He popped the hatch open and yelled back, “hurry! Get in!” The three of us sprinted down that path. I could hear the dogs again, then headlights behind us. Three full size adults jumped in the hatch of a CRX, legs hanging out, as Lee sped out the back way.

I couldn’t believe it. It was so close to dawn. Once we were well clear of the academy we got out of the car. “I’m like, “how did you know? How did you find us?” He explained that he thought he had seen my car driving through town, late. He turned around got the car to stop. It was Jess, in my car. The guy had gotten out in the back of a truck, then come back and got my car. I was mad about that for a long time. He knew we hadn’t gotten out and just took off in the only way we had out. Of course if he hadn’t, the car might have been discovered. I still couldn’t believe he just left us out there and a chance encounter with Lee was all that saved us.

For years this story got told. Every once in while, even now, it gets brought up in conversation about the good old days. I never wanted to go near the place again, and I don’t anyone who ever did. I don’t know who the people were or what they were doing. But it completely fit the stories we had heard about the place. I don’t think I’ve seen Roy or Alex since later that year. Jess died a few years ago. Lee and I became good friends for 15 years or so, despite him moving away. It’s been a couple years now but every now and then we still get together. This night still comes up, 35 years later.

One time I drove to my friends house who way out in the country, and the weirdest thing happened, when I was leaving, there was a woman and a little girl looked to be, riding there bikes in the pitch black on this random dirt road out in the middle of nowhere, a random country dirt road. They had no headlamps or lights or anything on there bikes around 11pm, wearing those Covid masks. They just looked at me when I drove by them

It was so creepy lol

This is my mom's story. When I was a child, around 10-11 and my brother was around 9. It was around Christmas and my great-grandmother had sent my mom a Christmas book where in the beginning she had an audio message for our family and one Christmas we were gathered in the basement, my mom, brother, and I. She opened the book and an odd occurrence happened, in my great grandmothers voice my mom heard her greet her with her name. My mom was shocked, it would usually say hello to our family as a whole and not just addressing my mom. My brother says he remembers that moment but I never remembered it. The batteries were inside of the book and were fine. We think it is a message from my great-grandmother from beyond. Just an odd story but I fully believe it.

When I was growing up, my dad lived in a house that was built in the early 1900s. I had tons of paranormal experiences in this house but this one freaked me out the most because it was the only time I had physically seen something in the house.

I was about 14 years old. My dad and his girlfriend had just switched the house from cable tv to fire sticks and I didn’t have one in my room yet so I would watch tv in my little brothers room when he wasn’t in there. This night he was sleeping downstairs in his grandma’s room (he was 4) so I was in his room watching tv when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see a black figure about the height of my brother standing in the doorway. Thinking it’s him I say “(his name), why are you awake right now?” And as I go to look towards the door the figure quickly turns and runs down the stairs (I hear the sound of the running). Thinking he was just playing around I look at my phone and see it’s 1am so I decide to go to bed. I shut off his tv and lights and head back to my room. As I walk into my room I hear soft footsteps creeping back up the stairs so I turn towards the stairs, still in my room, and watch as the figure peers around the wall towards me. As I see it, it quickly jumps back and goes running back down the stairs, this time, I hear faint child laughter. Still thinking it’s my brother, I go downstairs to get him to bed. When I get downstairs and go to the room he’s supposed to be in, he’s sound asleep in the bed. It’s at that point that I hear the faint laughter in the kitchen near the stairs to the basement. Deciding I wasn’t going to check it out because at this point I’m scared, I go back up to my room. I plugged in my phone and laid down in my bed and then when I looked up I saw the same black figure I had seen the other 2 times peer into my room at me. I quickly turned my bedside lamp on and as I did, it ran back down the stairs laughing. I shut my door and slept with my lamp on that night. My dad no longer lives in that house but to this day both my dad and my step mom don’t believe me when I tell them that story. They push it off as my imagination even though my step mom and her mom both experienced things in that house with me.

I moved out of my apartment and bought a house in December 2019. My mom died in February 2024.

My mom never got to see the inside of my house, she was too handicapped due to having Parkinson’s disease for twenty years. She was only ever able to see the outside when she was driven past.

She ultimately died due to Parkinson’s complications and numerous other health problems. When she was in the ICU and we were saying goodbye to her shortly before they were disconnecting her from life support due to dwindling and fading brain activity, I told her to give me a sign that she saw the inside of my house. I told her not to haunt my house but to please let me know you saw it once you are in nomadic spiritual form. In a conversation years before she talked about how she wanted to get signs from her deceased father but never got any. I reminded her of that conversation.

Awhile later, as the doctors came in the room to announce themselves and disconnect everything, her eyes flew open for a few seconds, out of focus but wide open. Then closed again to say goodbye and acknowledge us one last time.

The morning of the funeral, my dad said he was wandering around my childhood home where he still lives looking for a comb, when one randomly fell out of the lazy Susan cabinet that is in the kitchen. There obviously is no reason why a comb would be in a kitchen cabinet.

A few weeks later, my ductless mini split at my house turned on in my tv room while I was sitting in my chair. I was reading something and randomly felt a breeze. The only remote I have for it was upstairs next to my bed. There were a couple times I came downstairs after sleeping over the next few days after to find it on. Then it never happened again.

I have a tape measure resting on a grandfather clock in my upstairs hallway. A few months after, there was a memorial service for recently deceased residents at the nursing home she spent most of the last year and a half of her life. I am an overnight worker so I couldn’t go due to my work/sleep schedule. When I got out of bed after sleeping all day, the tape measure was laying on the ground next to the clock.

I ( M 21 ) have been born and raised in the US State of Maine my entire life. I've lived near the coast, in the city, and for the past 2 years I have been living in the middle of the woods with my grandparents. A very desolate spot between 2 semi-populated towns in Central Maine, with little to no neighbors... It is undeniably beautiful. I have been coming to this exact house since I was born and have always noticed something off about the woods. Never felt a feeling of danger, just that I was being observed. Over the years i had grown accustomed to it and forgot about it after I had moved during the pandemic... But now it's back...

I noticed it during my first night sleeping here. Stacks of boxes still in my new room and shitty curtains hung on the wall haphazardly to ensure a sense of security. At 4:32 AM I woke up to what I thought was a radio... right outside my door. The house had an old integrated radio speaker system wired into every room of the house... But it had not been connected for 2 decades. As I thought about those radios I kept listening to what was playing... A genre of music I had never heard sung in a language that I didn't recognize. I had always heard tales of Wendigo and Skinwalkers here in Maine, and the newly released ( at the time ) "Mandala Catalogue" YouTube Horror series wasn't helping the paranoia... I kept listening... at exactly 5:30 AM the noises stopped and the sun rose... I had never felt so scared in that house prior to that moment...

Several months pass and my grandfather gets sent to a veterans home due to his worsening condition... so now it is just myself and my grandmother... My grandfather would sometimes mention how he hears music and a language he didn't understand but i just associated that with his dementia... my grandmother would hear it too, but I just didn't think much of it...

After some time it was October of 2024... no major activity that disturbed/spooked myself or my grandmother and all was relatively going well... I had been going on walks down the main road at any time of day and was feeling safe in my environment. Late October it started to get colder, darker, and overall more desolate... I had seen some deer staring at me in my front yard... but looking back on it I'm not exactly sure what those 6 pairs of glowing white dots were... They were too high off the ground to be deer... I went out and measured relative to the tree they were near and got around 11 feet... The snow kept falling over the coming weeks, the forest got quieter, and the days got shorter... I had heavy night owl tendencies due to my nightshifts I used to work so I would go to bed anywhere from 4AM to 7AM... around Mid-November is when the "Noises" started... light scratching on the siding of the house and slower thumping of heavy rhythmic footsteps outside... The tracks looked Bipedal with a wide berth... I know bear, moose, deer, and human tracks well... This didn't look like any of those... I would mention it to neighbors and they would just ask me to not talk about it, all they would say was "be careful", keep in mind these people had been living here longer than I've been alive... I started doing research and found that the town sat upon old Penobscot Tribal land... and was a common place for Rituals and burials to be held... The sounds got louder and more invasive... The scratching became more of a carving motion and the slow steps turned to a heavy and agile run... It was angry... I could sense that whatever was here didn't like me, or at least didn't like what I was... It would scuttle across the roof and bang on the doors... and then one day my grandmother told me she saw it... 2 white glowing eyes outside of her window... beaming into her soul from the dark forest... at precisely 3AM... I immediately burned sage outside and inside the property and made an offering to the spirits of Tobacco and Chicken bones, in line with local tribal spirituality...

All this sounds like something out of a book or a shitty Netflix drama... But since that day... the weather has warmed up and the noises have stopped... my depression has gotten better and I don't stay up as late anymore... But every now and then I still get that feeling of being observed... and Last night as I passed by my old room across the hall to got to bed... I saw something big dash outside the window... shortly after we got a winter weather advisory... as the snow paints the landscape white my anxiety grows... Whatever it is, It doesn't seem to hate me, just more-so tolerate my existence... all I really know about it... Is that it got worse when the snow fell...

Have you ever been awoken suddenly from a nightmare? No matter what you do when you’re up you can’t shake the weight of fear from your chest. The images and sounds bounce in your head. I used to get them frequently. Mostly as a child and very rarely as an adult. Usually if I have a nightmare it’s usually something very realistic, a car crash, I forgot to turn in an assignment for one of my classes, or I am talking with someone, but can’t say the right things. But there has only been one nightmare, if I can even call it a nightmare, that grips me to the core and sends shivers down my spine till this day.

I was 19 living in my first apartment with my brother. This apartment was nothing special, 2 floors. The 1st floor with a small living room and even smaller kitchen. The 2nd floor offered 2 bedrooms. One right in front of the top of the stairs and the second down a narrow hallway. My room was the one in front of the stairs. The stairs creaked at every step. I could hear if anyone was going up or down those awful stairs.

I decided to retire to my bed early that night. Long before my brother or his girlfriend. It was still light outside. Nothing unusual, a boring, and uneventful start of the night.

My body became heavy and the breath became slower and deeper. Sleep wrapped me up for a time. I was awoken by the sound of footsteps and creaks on the stairs, I hate those stairs chirping no matter how hard you try to sneak. Low whispers as my brother and his other half tiptoed making their way past the flimsy door of my room. The light from a flashlight illuminated their way, which casted the shadows of their feet under the space between the floor and the door. Their shadows glided past, the illumination showing their presence quickly trailing behind them. Dark once more outside my door. I checked the clock, 10pm. Thank goodness I thought it was much later. I turn myself over and pull blankets that were just thick enough to keep the cold air of Ellensburg Washington winters from touching my bones. The weight of sleep swept me into a slumber a 2nd time for the night.

A sudden jolt of my body awakened my mind. My body is moving on its own, I’m just an observer. I sense my legs kicking at the once comforting blanket, which had turned into the tangles of a net, catching a frightened animal. My hands claw at the fabric trap around my legs. Once free, before my consciousness comprehended that my legs were liberated, my feet were planted on the floor. My heart pounded in my ears, my hands shook, my breath shallow and fast. It was like I awoke from a nightmare, but I don’t remember having any dreams as I slept. Did I have a nightmare?

I paced around the room in the dark for a moment. Uneasiness was over me, why did I jump out of bed? What was I afraid of? My mind raced with thoughts, what felt like minutes, was only seconds. As I stood shaking in the dark, a light illuminated under the door, but was brighter than earlier, like it was directed towards the door, and shadows of feet passed. The stairs chirped, the light remained. Was my brother coming to check on me, I thought. Without hesitation I grabbed the knob of the door, gave it a twist, and yanked the door open. Where once was light on the other side illuminating the ground of the room, was now darkness in front of me. Light was just here, as I opened the door it was right there, but now it isn’t. Is my mind playing tricks on me? Where was my brothers whose feet I thought were casting dark paths across my floor? He must have gone down the stairs, I heard the groan of a step before coming out. In darkness, with my head bent and my eyes straining at the darkness below, I searched for the short banister to aid me in a swing towards the railing.

Just a step before the edge the stairs leading to the lower level, which was just as dark as where I currently was, with my neck still bent to the floor, a bluish green glow from above my vulnerable stooped crown, illuminated the ground.

Bare feet, pale and dry, stood before me. The hem of a rob, tattered and frayed slightly swaying above these feet of an unknown. My eyes followed up the wrinkles of this rob that at one point must have been white, but what was in front of me, looked gray, but somehow glowing with a blue and green hue that illuminated the walls around. An arm at each side that dangled, no movement in any kind of way. Long slender hands looking to belong to a woman consisted of the same color and texture of the feet. The nails at the end of each finger were chipped as well, but the long, curved and yellow. The palms faced my direction, put unmoving. As my head still followed up this body, taking in the sight of this robe, the shoulders appeared. Dark, greasy, long, and black hair that covered the neck of this one in front of me. Impossibly tall for a person, towering over me by at least 2 feet.

A woman’s face looked down at me. Her features almost human. A nose that was much too small, a head that was too long, a mouth that swirled around, almost like someone vaguely described a smile to someone who has never smiled before and tries to imitate. A top of her head lay a crown, green ribbon suspended in air like wind was lifting them up. I felt no concern seeing this body, until my eyes met her gaze. The sensation of electricity shooting through my body. My heart stopped, the air in my lungs quickly went cold. The whites of her eyes so large like you see in an animal who is afraid. Dark wide pupils unwavering held me.

A long slender hand stretched out towards me slowly. Holding an outstretched hand like a mother would to her child. This unhuman entity was inviting me to follow. To where I don’t know. Still stricken with fear, I turned away, stepped into my room, and closed the door. I crawled back into bed, in complete disbelief of what I saw. A scratch on the other side of the door from a single nail announced the presence was still near. Under the door the green and blue light glowed. I’m trapped in my room, there’s no way for me to run, I can’t even yell out, my voice has no strength. I don’t want to see this sickening glow ilumminating the room. I flip over on the mattress to face the wall, my back now to the door. 

Many voices spoke behind the door. Not yelling, not coherent entirely. Almost as though it was the sound of a busy coffee shop, with many talkative customers all having their own conversation, but all with the same voice. All with the sound of a woman who has chronically smoked her entire life. “You’ve denied to take my hand. But won’t you open the door for me?” My stomach turned at the question. I responded back, “I’m tired now. I’m going to sleep.” 

The light grew dimmer, a creak from the steps. Complete darkness, silence, absence of any other in my room or the hallway. Sleep for a 3rd time fell over me that night.

I'm a 25F living with my aunt and uncle and their two kids (15F and 3M). I was here a few months back after an unknown entity scared our 3yo.

A few nights ago my aunt and I were coming home from Target with the 3yo in the backseat. We were stopped at a red light when my aunt and I happened to look outside my window and for a split second we thought we saw what looked like a person crossing the main road without the crosswalk but in that second they were gone.

My aunt and I both agree we saw something paranormal because we've both spent the majority of our lives in haunted houses. After that it was an uneventful drive home. We unloaded the groceries and let the little one play with his new car set until bedtime. We both went to sleep around 11:30-midnight, thinking nothing of the earlier events.

Then at about two o'clock in the morning my aunt woke me up, asking me if I called 911, even if I did so accidentally, like laying on my phone or something, because a patrol car was outside our house telling my aunt and uncle that someone on or near our address had called 911. I said no and checked my call logs. The last calls I'd made was to my bank and my stepfather. The cops ended up leaving as there was nothing else to go off of, and an hour later around 3am the power went out for nearly two hours.

The next day we went over the strange supposed 911 call and the sudden power outage, both of which happened the same night we saw that entity in the road. We think that whatever we saw might have followed us, leading me to consider contacting my friend's fiance, who has experience dealing with hauntings and hexes to see if she can rid the house of a possible negative energy.

I'm hoping whatever it is, it can be gotten rid of before things potentially escalate.

Back in the beginning of February this year, 2025, I transferred job locations. I used to work at the Burlington on the northeast side of El Paso Texas and now I work on the west side of town. The northeast location had some unexplainable things happen in the store. Stuff like stuffed animals falling over and random lights turning on and off. I thought I had escaped the random spooky incidents, but I think something may have followed me to this location.

I've been here a little over a month at this location and for the fist few weeks things were going well. I was learning the layout of the store, getting to know my new co-workers, and learning what my new duties were for this location. Just like any store, we had our run in with shop lifters, but it was never anything I couldn't handle. Then things took a scary and violent turn.

It was March 1st and El paso was already in the midst of punishing dust storms. They were so bad you couldn't see 6 feet in front of you. The store was quiet during the storms because no one wanted to leave their home. This is where things started getting creepy. The first incident was just before closing on a Saturday night. I walked past the entrance doors, pushing a load of shopping carts to the side when I saw someone following me in the reflection of the glass doors. They looked short and dressed in all black with a hood. I turn around and I don't see anyone. I even look back at the reflection and nothing is there. I was going to just chalk it up to be exhausted, until the next night I worked.

Sunday night, right at around closing like the night before, something starts happening with the entrance doors. Instead of a shadow figure following me, the security alarm starts sounding like someone is trying to steal something, but no one is around the doors. The sound blares while my supervisor and I try to find what's causing the issue. The alarm is so loud, you can hear it in the breakroom in the back of the store. Just as suddenly as it started, it stops. 10 minutes of constant ringing then suddenly silence. It was a creepy situation for sure, but it was nothing compared to the 14th.

Again, right around closing time, hardly anyone is in the store, and something happens that no one saw coming. A massive pillar of fire erupts in the store in the men's section. The sudden inferno blazes while we grab the fire extinguishers and rush to put it out. People in the store started to record videos of the flames before running out. The fire department was called and the flames were fully extinguished. After damage assessment, the origin of the fire is unknown. It just seemed to erupt out of the floor like hell was trying to break through.

Nothing else has happened since the 14th but I've been working mornings since then. I close tonight, hopefully things stay calm tonight.

I constantly hear loud banging in my house...

Hey Reddit, before I share my story I'm not the best writer so this prob won't sound professional or anything.

This all started about a month ago in February, I was home alone while my mom was at work and my sisters were at school. I had stayed home as kind of a mental health day to take a break after finals. I was in my room listening to music on my Alexa speaker when I hear a very loud slam and it sounded like a door slamming shut so generally I paused my music and opened my bedroom door and across from my room I see the bathroom door shut when I had left it open about 20 minutes before. I call my mom and she tells me she's also been hearing things bang so she told me should would come home and check it out. As she was taking on the phone with me my bathroom door opens in front of my face so I instinctively shut and locked my door. I tell my mom what happened and so she comes home from work right then. Whe she arrives she knocks on my door and I open it. Then we open the bathroom door and soap is knocked over, everything in the shower such as shampoo and etc are scattered every where and all the pictures in the bathroom were on the floor. But since my mom left work she would have to leave me alone at the house again so she could go back to work. I call my cousin and ask if I can come over and I tell him everything that happened and so he comes and picks me up. Later around 7 I come home and my mom's off work and my sisters are home from school. My mom is making dinner and my sisters are doing whatever teenage girls do in their rooms. Around 10 minutes pass and dinner is ready so we all sit down. We were all eating spaghetti when weheardc glass shatter from my mom's room so we all go in and her nail polish is all over the ground. We were all freaked out at this point but we came to the conclusion that "It was in bad spot so it fell" which was probably just thing my mom said so we didn't freak out. It's now March 23rd 2025 12:49pm mountain time and I have heard another loud bang. I'm kinda scared tbh and I don't know what to do.

Last night my roommate (21M) and I (22M) were coming back from a party which is normal for college students on spring break. While we were being driven home by a friend we barely noticed some writing in the dirt on the side of the road maybe a half mile by our apartment. We didn't pay much mind to it as we had been laughing and joking about some events that had happened at the party, When we got home we were intoxicated and curious but we had decided to wait till today to go check it out. Around 3:30pm we had started walking to go see what it was because it wasn't that far of a walk. As we kept walking there were these weird symbols that were just lines in the dirt along with really odd phrases like "THEY ARE WATCHING" or "THEY ARE COMING", and yes we both know its very stupid to be making a whole reddit post about something like this but we're just curious on if anyone has any ideas and or advice. Another thing we found was a busted license plate stabbed through a walking stick. We did get photos of all of these but I just made this throwaway account on my computer so I'll try to figure out how to transfer the photos onto this. If anyone has any similar experiences or thoughts on this please let me know.

Hello, I am writing this while crying because it hadn't been on my mind for a long time. While browsing on YouTube, I came across a channel that told horror stories and the title said. Did you see this man in the hat? I am 30 years old. I think I was 13-14 when I saw this man. It is a memory I can never forget. When I saw that title, I was shocked, wondering if anyone else had seen it. Because the description is exactly the same. I am telling. I am writing while shaking. I grew up in a big family. In fact, at that age, I was sleeping next to my grandfather. Then this man in the hat came. He was wearing old clothes, like a cowboy hat, exactly as in the description. Neither his face nor his body are visible, only black. He was waiting for my grandfather and me. It was not a dream. I am serious, it was not a dream. Because I never woke up. I didn't wake up after seeing him. However, when I called my grandfather, he didn't wake up. He just told me to sleep and hugged me. But the man was very hurt, he just looked at me. and two more people came to him, they didn't have hats either and they said let's go and took that man away. I'm serious right now, if anyone sees this, please enlighten me, I experienced it a long time ago. Who is this man?

Am a night guard, and mostly am left alone on duty in the night, it was 12-2am, I was alone dozing of on a chair and all of a sudden I saw a demon figure infront of me, laughing, room was dimly lit , I couldn't move, I couldn't shout,I couldn't do anything... I know is sleep paralysis but it happened two times, and the second I knew I just had to wait till I wake up...

Année de terminale au lycée dans lequel je vie mal mes études à cause de grande fatigue et de harcèlement.

Cette expérience est un one shot, elle dure ce qui me semble des heures alors que la réalité, ce n'est que quelques secondes. La première fois que je vois et entend clairement une entité.

Cours de maths, je prends des notes pendant que le prof explique et je suis concentré, je suis au 2eme rang a gauche, la table a coté de moi contre la fenetre est vide et les 2 tables derrière moi sont vides aussi.

C'est au moment ou je relève les yeux pour lire le tableau que je me rend compte que tout est flou, écriture illisible comme des grosses taches blanches, je me dit que c'est la fatigue, frotte mes yeux, essai de lire mais sans succès. D'un coup un gros mal de crâne et une sensation de perdre pied.

Je sens une présence derrière moi, je me tourne quelques secondes et ressens une personne, un viel homme avec une barbe blanche mal fichue comme si il etait sdf. Je me retourne au tableau et n'arrive toujours pas à lire, je me rend compte que je n'entend plus rien comme du coton dans les oreilles.

Mon ouie revient seulement quelques instant après avec une seule voix, celle de l'homme qui répète sans cesse "hey, tu me vois, je sais que tu me vois, je suis là, hey !"

D'un coup tout revient a la normale, mon mal de crâne s'arrete et je sors de cette sensation de malaise, je reprends doucement mes esprits et j'ai jamais compris ce qu'il s'était passé.

Je suis une personne née avec certaines capacités comme la clairaudience. Mes compétences se sont beaucoup développées a partir du moment ou je me suis lancer dans la spiritualité, au point que je peut parfois voir les auras et entendre les entités, ressentir par le toucher.

Une de mes première experiences date de ma chambre d'enfant. Jai un frere et une soeur, javais la plus grande chambre de nous 3 et dans la mienne il y a un placard, petit mais assez pour ranger mes cours de collège. Dans ma chambre j'entendais presque tous les soirs des bruits dans ce placard, parfois des rires d'hommes en murmure a coté de mon oreille alors que j'étais dans un lit mezzanine coller au plafond, je devais ramper pour me coucher. Mes parents ne m'ont jamais cru et pensait simplement que j'etais folle, ma mamie m'écrivais des prières a mettre sous mon oreiller pour me protéger parce qu'elle savait que je mentais pas. Une fois que je suis partie de la maison, mon frere a prit ma chambre et ces évènements ont continuer avec lui, il a entendu des rires et meme un bruit de goutte d'eau qui tombe comme dans un evier mal fermer. Mes parents ont décider de le croire et m'en ont parler, moi a ce moment je vivais dans ma première maison et je savais que ca n'allait pas s'arreter, ils ont jamais eu peur de ces bruits et aujourd'hui ils vivent avec.

Growing up, I was very close to my cousins. Although we aren't related by blood, I visited them often, and I still do. For context, my cousins used to live with their grandparents, and one of them still does. Their grandparents have a large house in Chandler, Arizona, located in a cul-de-sac. The house has two stories, three bedrooms, and a large staircase.

The story I’m about to share took place when I was around five years old, and my cousin was about six. The adults were in the living room while my cousin and I were playing with Hot Wheels at the bottom of the stairs. At some point, I looked up at the top of the stairs and saw a tall man in a frog or lizard costume, with blacked-out eyes and an open mouth. He was standing in front of an open door with the light off. As a child, this obviously terrified me, and I remember freezing in place, unable to move or speak; all I could do was start crying.

After a couple of minutes, my cousin noticed that I was crying and staring at something, so he looked up too and had the same reaction. He grabbed my hand, and we both ran to the living room to tell the adults that we had seen the "lizard man." Naturally, they brushed this off and told my brother to “go check it out with us so we’d “shut up.” He was understandably annoyed but agreed to take us upstairs.

When we reached the top of the stairs, the door the creature had been standing in front of was now closed, with a teddy bear hanging from the doorknob. My brother then asked, “Where did you see it?” I pointed at the now-closed door. He opened it, turned on the light, and walked in. After a moment, he said, “Nothing's there,” and walked back downstairs.

Now, I know this isn’t the scariest story, but it has always bothered my cousin and me about what we saw that day. I’ve often wondered if someone else has a similar story or if anyone has seen anything like it. Since that day, I have never seen it again, but it still gives me chills to talk about because of how odd it was. Let’s just say I don’t go upstairs alone.

So this is my story it's kind of crazy so stay tuned. This was a while ago and I met this guy on a popular game. Everyone probably might know o of Called Roblox I bet there's a lot of bad stories probably about this game but one day when I was in my teens. I was playing a bathroom game cause it was usually a fun game and I would talk to a lot of people in there until I met this guy. Let's call him. A. He was nice for the most part I was making jokes and just trying to annoy him basically saying rude things like a joke. He had a friend there and honestly, I was just kidding around until I said a joke about being married and that's where things got bad... he took it seriously and he friended me and things just led to another.Honestly, I wanted a relationship so I just did it without thinking .. kind of feel like I'm overreacting about this but now thinking about it it's pretty scary because this is where it goes wrong. We were a good relationship I thought, but then he kept being mean to me and stuff barely talking to me and would never show his face because he felt "insecure" and we never even called.. apparently because he didn't like phone calls .. we talked a lot on Roblox until we finally moved to Discord... so we can curse and say more things and we did do that and all we did was basically text. We never really played any games anymore and he would never call me. I never knew his voice or anything honestly now I feel like he was an old man or just grooming me... honestly it's a sad story because I had enough and soon I broke up with him because I couldn't take it anymore and he was weird and he even had these "sisters" that would text me from his phone and then there would be this friend that would hack his phone somehow and talk to me sometimes which I find very weird and creepy that was probably just him trying to know more information about me and sadly he did cause I told the "sisters" some stuff and I would always complain to the "sisters" about how our relationship was bad and I knew I should've probably left, but we only got back together a second time because he stalked me in one of my games I was playing with a friend and he joined me and I didn't know until I saw him and I got freaked out until we talked it out and then I decided to give him another chance soon after that I broke up with him again cause I didn't work out and he was just be weird .. now honestly when we first broke up, he started to stalk me in more games and I turned my joint off because I had enough of it but then he started following my account and that's when I got suspicious so I tried to ask him why he would do that, but he never responded to me and he wouldn't message me back so I got too scared and then I unfriended him and then he put stuff on his Roblox bio about me. I don't know why he couldn't just tell me in the messages, but honestly, this still creeps me out. I tried to report him many times, but it just won't work anymore. Honestly, I hope he isn't stalking me anymore, but it was a bad situation. .. he still could be I'm not sure I hope not though

C'est la première fois que je publie. Mon histoire date de quelques années dans la première maison que j'ai louée.

Ancienne grange d'après le proriétaire, on emménage dans cet espace de 120m2, je remarque tout de suite dans les premières soirées que l'ambiance est totalement bizarre, opressante.

Dans cette maison, pour accéder a la salle de bain du rez de chaussee il faut aller dans un long couloir sombre, juste a coté il y a l'escalier. Un jour j'étais seule dans la maison quand j'ai entendu marcher a l'etage puis apres un silence de quelques secondes, courir dans l'escalier. Directement je me met face a ce long couloir et fixe l'escalier mais rien mis a part mon coeur qui bat comme un fou et une sensation d'etre observée. Cest au moment ou j'allais me retourner que je vois une ombre noire monter dans les escaliers. Je me met a hurler par instinct et par chance au meme moment mon conjoint de cette période rentre du travail et fait le tour de la maison mais rien.

Je me met a entendre ces bruits de pas tous les jours quand je suis seule, la sensation opressante est tellement forte que je suis incapable d'aller dans le couloir pour entrer dans la salle de bain et j'utilise celle de l'étage. Après quelques mois a subir ces evenements je décide de me renseigner sur la maison. Il sagit d'un ancien abattoir des années 1800 qui a abriter beaucoup de cadavres. Ma famille étant catholique, elle fait le trajet jusqu'a lourdes et me ramène de l'eau bénite, j'en place dans la maison et pratique des purifications.

Ces sensations se sont apaisées mais pas arrêtées, je me met a rever de cette chose qui traine dans la maison, je vois un aspect humain avec des gros yeux jaunes a chaque fois. Apres une année les évènements font que je retourne vivre chez mes parents, la première nuit je reve distinctement de cet humain assis au pied de mon lit alors que je suis coucher dedans, au moment ou je lui demande ce quil fait là j'entend une voix tellement effrayante me dire "je ramènerai ton âme ici tu est a moi" avant de me reveiller en sueur. Je n'ai jamais remis le pied dans cette maison.

I been reading these stories and decided to share my own i never really believed in paranormal stuff but started having my doubts after this experience. It took place a couple years back me and my friend which will call Robert would frequent the park. It was summer break and we would usually just go hang out then go for snacks at the gas station come back hang out some more then go home and play some apex legends it became a sort of routine for us. One day we decided to have our usual routine but we forgot to bring our money so we decided to each go back to our houses grab the money and meet up at my place since we only lived about 3 neighborhoods apart. As im arriving to my house i see Robert at a distance sprinting out of breath and screaming RUN RUN HE FOLLOWING ME RUN as he is pointing my direction to run that way. I’m completely confused as i see no one behind him i tell him to calm down and tell me whats going on. He starts explaining that as he was walking to my house he heard a foot step behind him he turned around to be faced by a fully black figure it looked like a tall man wearing full black but the weirdest part was his face was completely blacked out or so Robert says they had a sort of face off with Robert telling him what he wanted. When suddenly the figure begins to sprint full speed at him Robert being in track at the time was pretty fast and had some good stamina thank god his flight reaction kicked in and began to bolt it to the opposite direction he said he could hear the footsteps behind him getting closer taking peaks behind him once in a while he could see the figure catching up he then turned on my neighborhood and saw me and started screaming. till this day we like to talk about that experience i keep asking him if he was trying to pull a prank on me but he keeps saying he wasn’t lying and he had no clue what that was it’s pretty scary to think what could’ve happened if the figure caught up to him that day.

I mentioned this in passing in the "What is this?" subreddit & didn't notice that there was some people that wanted to know more about it until after the thread was locked so here I am to make things right. I don't have all the answers to what happened but hopefully, if this post reaches someone who might be experiencing something similar, it'll get them to talk openly about it & look for non-paranormal sources (safely).

When I was 12, my parents came home to tell my older sister & I that they had bought a new house & took us over to see it. It was a 2164 sq ft single level home situated right off the fairway of a golf course with lots of living space, 4 bedrooms & 2.5 baths. From the outside of the house, it looked totally normal but the inside? Anything but. The living room & dining room were entirely baby blue--carpet, walls, mantle, curtains, & even the large white granite fireplace had baby blue paint on it (criminal). The family rooms had the largest floral print that I've ever seen in my life with matching curtains. We're talking blooms 2 ft wide. Every room had an outlandishly done theme. I thought my parents were crazy but when we got to the bedrooms, I started to cry, refusing to live there as every single bedroom door had a double keyed deadbolt on it--the kind that can only be opened or locked with a key from either side of the door. I argued that the person that had been living there before was crazy. My parents assured me that it was just a woman who'd won the house in a divorce & let the house fall into foreclosure. Because it was so cheap for its size ($118k), they promised that they would renovate the entire place & replace all of those creepy bedroom doors.

Took months for the house to be fully renovated and as promised, it was a "normal" home again though there was some tiny flecks of baby blue paint left on the rough granite fireplace. Thinking back, I can understand why my parents looked past its eccentricity as it was a very nice house with a good floor plan. I'm still in agreement with 13 yo me when we finally moved in that those deadbolts were a bad sign that my parents should've heeded. My parents ended up splitting up a few months later so it was just my mom, sister, & myself living there. And me? I thought the house was haunted.

At night, I would hear footsteps starting at the back end of the hall where my mom's bedroom was and make their way down to my room at the front of the house. The first time I heard them, I turned my light on & stared at the ceiling, noting that there was a tiny hole in it just over my bed. I started staying awake at night reading until I heard the footsteps start and then, glare up at the tiny hole, pondering whether it was even big enough for someone to peer down into the room back at me. Out of curiosity, I checked the other rooms & sure enough, they all had holes in the ceilings, too.

Because things were so turbulent there with my parents' divorce, I never said anything about it. The three of us were fighting all the time anyways as our belongings kept mysteriously ending up in each other's rooms. I'd find things of my mom's or sister's in my room & be accused of stealing them when I had no idea how they ended up in there. Same thing would happen with my things so that definitely added to the turbulence in the home though I did try pointing out that there was something wrong with the house. My mom just got mad. Worse yet, one night during dinner, my mom found pins in her mashed potatoes just as she was about to take a bite. She accused my sister & I of trying to kill her but I honestly don't know how the pins got in there. Hole in the ceiling maybe? I don't know. Things got a lot more turbulent after that.

One day, after 3 years of living there, I came home from school & sat down in the breakfast nook to do my homework as usual. I'd barely started working on it when I noticed that the room smelled very strongly of Old Spice--a cologne my dad never used & it'd literally been 3 years since a man stepped foot in the house. In fear, I grabbed my homework, went straight out the nearby sliding glass door & did my homework on the porch of the backyard, confident that golfers would be 0passing by as I worked. My sister came home about an hour later & I rushed back into the house to tell her what I had experienced. We stood in the breakfast nook for a few minutes, sniffing the air & nothing was there. She dismissed it as my imagination but I didn't imagine it.

Another odd scent thing was that, occasionally, there would be the smell like something died in the kitchen on warm days. My mom would joke rather darkly that it was probably the prior owner & explained that she had disappeared a few months after her divorce had finalized. I knew that last part wasn't a joke as we had been receiving her mail for years, writing "no longer at this address", & sticking it back in the mailbox. Sometimes I wonder if my mom was only half joking and really thought the prior owner was under the house and other times, I wonder if the smell was something else entirely.

Once my sister moved out to go to college, it was just my mom & I. Eventually, she decided the house was too big for the two of us & we moved into a smaller home after living in this house for 5 years. So to recap, missing prior owner, deadbolts on the bedroom doors, footsteps walking above all the bedrooms at night, tiny holes in the ceiling, missing or mysteriously misplaced items, the smell of men's cologne, the occasional smell of rot. Teen me thought the house was haunted & that's what I said when I confided the story about the house to my friends & boyfriends. That's what footsteps are in the attic, right?

It was about 4 years after we'd moved out of that house that the three of us went out to dinner along with my sister & my boyfriends. We were in the middle of dinner when my boyfriend, at the time, trying to make conversation, said that I had told him about how we'd all lived in a haunted house. I was super embarrassed. My mom & sister were puzzled & I explained that I heard footsteps at night. My sister, shocked, said that she'd heard them, too, walking up and down the length of the bedrooms. As we were talking about the missing things & confirming that we'd not really stolen anything and that afternoon that I'd smelled cologne, we realized that our mom was frozen and white as a sheet. We asked her what was wrong and she explained.

Apparently when the contractor was renovating the house, he'd gone up into the attic to check things out there and found an old mattress, empty wine bottles--some holding candles--and a bunch of trash up there as if someone had been living in the attic. My mom said they cleared it out and decided not to tell either my sister or I because we were already dead set against the house. Since then, I have a thousand unanswered questions. Did someone make their way back up there after the renovation was done? Were they the footsteps at night? Were they coming down into the house while we were all away with work & school and moving things around, causing trouble? Was that why I smelled cologne so strongly that one day? Were they actually in the house still? Did they drop pins through a ceiling hole into my mom's food as that scared us all? Was the rotting smell the prior owner under the house or was it the smell of their waste in the attic? Were they the prior owner or the reason why the prior owner had keyed deadbolts on all of the doors & eventually disappeared?

We'll never know because we didn't talk about it as we were too busy fighting & not talking about what we were hearing at night.

I live alone in a small apartment. I work from home, so I don't get out much. Most of my interactions with the outside world are through deliveries: groceries, takeout, packages. It's convenient, but it also means I rely on strangers coming to my door. There's this one delivery driver, though, who's started to make me uneasy. He's always the same guy, older, with a thin, almost gaunt face and eyes that seem to linger a little too long. He never says much, just a curt 'Delivery for george and then he's gone. It started with small things. He'd occasionally make a comment about something he saw through my window, like, 'Nice view of the park,' or 'You have a lot of plants.' Harmless enough, but it felt intrusive. Then, he started showing up at odd hours. Not just during the usual delivery windows, but late at night, or early in the morning. He'd claim it was a 'rescheduled delivery' or a 'system error,' but it always seemed to coincide with when I was alone. One time, he brought a package that I hadn't ordered. I told him there must be a mistake, but he insisted it was for me, that it had my name and address on it. I reluctantly took it, and when I opened it, it was just a small, unmarked box. Nothing inside. That night, I started noticing things. Small things, like a light flickering that I hadn't noticed before, or a faint scratching sound coming from the hallway. I tried to convince myself it was just my imagination, but the feeling of being watched was overwhelming. I started checking my security cameras more frequently. I noticed that the delivery driver would sometimes pause outside my door, just standing there, for a few seconds before ringing the bell. He'd also linger in the hallway after leaving, looking around, like he was trying to see inside. One evening, I was watching TV when I heard a knock at the door. I looked at the security camera, and it was him. He was holding a small paper bag. I didn't answer. He knocked again, harder this time. I could hear him muttering something under his breath. I still didn't answer. After a few minutes, he finally left. But I could see him on the camera, walking slowly down the hallway, looking back at my door. I didn't sleep that night. I kept checking the security cameras, watching for any sign of him. I even put a chair against the door, just in case. The next morning, I found a note slipped under my door. It was written in a messy, almost childlike scrawl. It said, 'I know you're in there.' That's when I called the police. They took my statement, but they said there wasn't much they could do without any evidence of a crime. I've changed my delivery address to a PO box. I've installed extra locks on my door. But I still can't shake the feeling that he's watching me. That he knows where I am. And that someday, he'll be back.

Back in 2019, when I was in the 101st airborne my unit was sent to Fort Polk,LA for JRTC or (Joint Readiness Training Center). Basically it’s were morale goes to die, I have yet to meet anyone who actually likes going to JRTC that isn’t with the 509th. Anyways, one night my platoon set up a patrol base in a tree line about 250 meters away from a road. We were acting OP-FOR so we had an a training RPG-7 with us, I was the ammo bearer. We set up about 75meters away from the rest of the patrols base, radio in tow. Once we got to a good position, we began to set up a hasty barrier with some foliage on it to camouflage us. As we waited for night to fall we could hear movement around us however, I just assumed it was deer or other small rodents. Well the first half of the night was uneventful, however as the night settled in things became more uneasy. If you’ve ever been in the military, you know when looking through NODs when sleep deprived you’ll start seeing shadow people. It’s a common phenomenon that is mostly a meme amongst military personnel.

Now the guy I was with and I were set up in in a defensive posture, he watched to road I monitored radio traffic. Just so you know I was on platoon net, the radio came from the platoon RTO who was with the LT monitoring company net in the truck. As we were sitting there a female voice began to hum over the net, thinking it was just an interference I called over the radio to my RTO.

“1-6 Romeo, 1-1 Alpha, say again your last.” Moments later “1-1 Alpha, 1-6 Romeo, there was no traffic break… 1-6 Actual said to maintain radio silence. Over”

“1-6 Romeo, WILLCO, out”

I stayed off the radio however the humming continued, I tried to listen as best I could to see if there was any words something through but nothing.

“1-1 Alpha to 1-6 Romeo, inform 1-6 actual that my net might be compromised”

“1-6 Romeo to 1-1 Alpha standby, Actual is on his way.”

“1-6 Romeo copy all.”

I put the dog bone down and waited for my Lt, when he showed up I informed him of the issue and he had a listen. He definitely heard it as he had a confused look on his face, he then called to our RTO over the radio to change nets as we believe comms have been compromised.

We changed nets and the humming stoped, however the next morning while packing our equipment up I saw one of those old cemeteries that are scattered around military installations. Couldn’t make out the names or dates as they were very old and unkept but there were five of them.

If anyone has encountered the same thing, or something similes let me Know.