Oh wow, yeah it might be something on the grounds, but these types of experiences have happened more than 1 place right? Maybe your sensitive to it?
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Oh wow, yeah it might be something on the grounds, but these types of experiences have happened more than 1 place right? Maybe your sensitive to it?
thebootycall
Senior Member
2spooky4me
It was halloween when I snapped this photo. Look what I found in it, a black orb floating in the mirror
What do you think it could be??? I did have a feeling of dread that night.
WAITWAIT!! There's white mist too, on the mirror to the bottom left of it
What do you think it could be??? I did have a feeling of dread that night.
WAITWAIT!! There's white mist too, on the mirror to the bottom left of it
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dreamysnowx
Hello. :}
It was halloween when I snapped this photo. Look what I found in it, a black orb floating in the mirror
What do you think it could be??? I did have a feeling of dread that night.
I found the mask more scary than the orb
BubbleRadius
Attack On Titan is bae ;3
Same! O.O
you should really get out of there so many bad omens man... theres some mad spirits but one solution is to find a raven and some black candles but if not you should really leave
You were right, our trick or treating returns were down 62% that Halloween
LittlePharaoh
Collector
I wouldn't claim to be honestly sensitive like a psychic or medium, but seeing these things does run in the family on my father's side. So, either we're 'in tune' enough to see things others don't... Or we all somehow manage to function really well without the medication we should be on
You don't have to be a medium or a psychic you just might be sensitive to your surroundings or more in tune with them than most people might be! My mom has had a ton of experiences after my a couple of my grandparents passed away, seems like they all chose her to let them know they were okay or something?
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62%?? Yikes, I think you definitely might have a problem.
Sir Takoya
Delicious Japanese Snack
I don't see an orb. I see a man?
Not the guy in the front, there's a guy standing in the back.
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This isn't my story, this is someone elses I read c:
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
Theres a vid, too.
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
Theres a vid, too.
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dreamysnowx
Hello. :}
Made this thread for paranormal experiences purposes, and it became a thread focusing around paranormal experiences & stories now, so why not :] <3 go ahead! discuss awaaaaaai ~
debinoresu
you foolish fool
recently at my school I saw some feet under a stall in the bathroom, and when I was turning to leave the feet were gone and it was as if I was alone in the bathroom. they could have easily lifted their feet up, though.
Also, one time I was looking for my mom and as I passed through the kitchen all the pots and pans inside the drying rack started clinking and just got really loud. I was terrified theyd fall down and turned to see, only to find them completely stationary and the sound had stopped. Idk what it was, it just sounded like someone slamming a bunch of pots together.
A pan probably just loosened a bit when I ran by resulting in the rest of them to adjust their position, it just weirds me out that none fell if that is the case bc it was a p big unstable pile of pots & pans.
Also, one time I was looking for my mom and as I passed through the kitchen all the pots and pans inside the drying rack started clinking and just got really loud. I was terrified theyd fall down and turned to see, only to find them completely stationary and the sound had stopped. Idk what it was, it just sounded like someone slamming a bunch of pots together.
A pan probably just loosened a bit when I ran by resulting in the rest of them to adjust their position, it just weirds me out that none fell if that is the case bc it was a p big unstable pile of pots & pans.
LittlePharaoh
Collector
That is freaky. I'd have been nervous to go back into the kitchen after that.
As for me, just now I heard a sneeze from behind me where my bed is. I ignored it, since my cats will sneeze sometimes after waking up or cleaning themselves.
And just now I realized that my cats aren't in my room, they're out in the living room.
That's actually kind of hilarious lol
I once had a girl whisper into my ear (I could feel her breath as she whispered), but when I turned around, nobody was there. Nobody. I forgot what she said.
Diamondarcadia
Camden, Cora & Claires Mommy
I just cried a little watching that video. Yes... A part of me died.
I have on had two weird experiences before. Right after my mother passed away me and my sister moved into our brothers apartment and late one night I was in the living room watching tv when I heard this whistling and singing. It sounded just like the song my mother would sing in the kitchen when she cooked, I thought I was overcome with grief and I was going crazy but my sister came down from the other side of the hallway and gave me this frightened look, so I knew she had heard it too. No way we both went insane at the same time, so we walk to my brothers kitchen and the whistling got REALLY loud, almost shrill. We got so scared we ran out of the apartment into the hallway with no shoes or keys even. We left the door ajar and after what felt like forever we went back inside. A few days after that after that, my sister and brother were out doing the last preparations for the funeral and I was in the living room again and this time I heard her slippers, walking down the hallway. She had these really worn down slippers that scraped when she walked, she loved them and always wore them at home, so I could not mistake the sound. I was too scared to move, but the sound disappeared. After that nothing creepy had ever happened to my again.
My friend says that was my mom trying to communicate with me from behind the grave, but Jesus Christ, could she have been any nicer about it? XD she almost made me piss myself twice!
I have on had two weird experiences before. Right after my mother passed away me and my sister moved into our brothers apartment and late one night I was in the living room watching tv when I heard this whistling and singing. It sounded just like the song my mother would sing in the kitchen when she cooked, I thought I was overcome with grief and I was going crazy but my sister came down from the other side of the hallway and gave me this frightened look, so I knew she had heard it too. No way we both went insane at the same time, so we walk to my brothers kitchen and the whistling got REALLY loud, almost shrill. We got so scared we ran out of the apartment into the hallway with no shoes or keys even. We left the door ajar and after what felt like forever we went back inside. A few days after that after that, my sister and brother were out doing the last preparations for the funeral and I was in the living room again and this time I heard her slippers, walking down the hallway. She had these really worn down slippers that scraped when she walked, she loved them and always wore them at home, so I could not mistake the sound. I was too scared to move, but the sound disappeared. After that nothing creepy had ever happened to my again.
My friend says that was my mom trying to communicate with me from behind the grave, but Jesus Christ, could she have been any nicer about it? XD she almost made me piss myself twice!
rockthemike13
Senior Member
One night, up in the overhead of the garage I was living in, my little sister was hanging out for the night. Dad had strictly told me to make sure she was in bed and asleep before 10 PM. So at 1 in the morning, she was on my computer playing World of Warcraft or something and I was watching tv, and we both heard footsteps angrily stomping up the stairs.
boom, boom, BOOM, BOOM
immediately, we both look at each other freaked out, and I whisper- GET UNDER THE COVERS, PRETEND YOUR ASLEEP I'LL COVER FOR YA!
so I ran to the door to greet a surely furious father marching up the stairs...... and opened the door to find....
absolutely nothing.
boom, boom, BOOM, BOOM
immediately, we both look at each other freaked out, and I whisper- GET UNDER THE COVERS, PRETEND YOUR ASLEEP I'LL COVER FOR YA!
so I ran to the door to greet a surely furious father marching up the stairs...... and opened the door to find....
absolutely nothing.
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