Paranormal encounters

[Cancerian Tiger]

Well, he hasn't shown up since I rejected his attempt, so I must've done somethin' right.  Whether or not anyone believes what I said, I know what I saw, and I'm not off my rocker <_<.

[bushwacked]

This is just a story I found on Creepypasta, and it's a long one but I found it quite scary so I thought this thread seemed the best place to share it:

I don't know what to do anymore. I’m so scared and I can't trust anyone.

I went camping about three weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and three friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so weëre pretty much used to anything youëd encounter out there.

It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with eachother's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.

Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like he’d missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off. We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didn’t have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him.

The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped.

We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no fucking way any of us were leaving each other’s side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and said asked us to give him a boost so he could see inside. Me and Mike lifted him up to the window. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something.

There was a quick beat. Then suddenly he breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then he fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical. We went to him but he started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp.

None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted.

All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering.

Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn't notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we need to leave. Now.

We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or heëd knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving to fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened.

He said as soon as he put his face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex's, as the smile got as large as it could. A giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced itës face off. The face was stuck to the window, and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still pissed off (and though he wouldnët admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.

We then started to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls. This wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek, though… this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Mike picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand, followed by it’s sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dying, he threw it down.

We kept going, and the sun was starting to set. Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all were seeing it. It was barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says “This is bull, I’m going in there.” Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to fuck off, do our own thing, he doesn't care anymore, this is all bull.

We start to hear hundreds of the same sort baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods.

We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like sheës really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways.

Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn’t scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him “What’s wrong?” He just slowly shook his head.

When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing.

Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex’s house they talk to me like I’m some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alexës mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form.

I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. “Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?” “No.” “Are you coming home anytime soon?” “Excuse me?” “Come home.” and the phone call ended. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to piss I can hear it on. I might be going insane.

Whoever lives above me started to scream in pain and crying deeply recently. I hear giant footsteps from their apartment, I hear bangs and something falling to the ground. From the neighbors to the right of my apartment I hear what sounds like a baby that never gets tended too and then it sounds like a baby doll whose batteries are dying. My phone has been ringing now and it’s Alex telling me things in a language that I have never heard before, nor could even manage to repeat. I kept getting emails of pictures of black and small colorations, now I can't even access my email. Someone knocks on the door, then they slam against it. I hear the bolts unlocking one by one and I run to make sure to lock all of them back and sit down crying.

What do I do? My electricity keeps dimming. My water, sinks, bath, shower, all smell like something dead. I keep seeing a shadow of someone behind me raising something up in the air, and I just take off to the other side of the apartment with my head against the wall. I have boarded my windows shut, someone was throwing rocks through them. I never could see who. I have boarded my bedroom in, I hear crying and screaming in there now. And right now while I’m typing this I can see the reflection off the computer screen of some shadow behind me.

[Justin1993]

^ That is extremely creepy and disturbing. If I could, I would put the unsure smilie, but it is not showing up.

I have a new occurrence. I find that, every time I walk out of my house, suddenly I hear footsteps inside, and a door or two opens and closes. When I go back inside, everything is quiet. I check around to see if anybody is there and I find nothing. I'm not sure what to think of this, but it is strange.

[trulyfantasticme]

Oh man! It's been a while! :blink:

Anyway, right after I woke up, I heard a man whisper "Hey Ali" and it sounded like it was from right at my door. :blink:  And there's no one named Ali at my home and the voice sounded nothing like someone I knew. Boy did it freak me out! :blink:  :blink:

[guidolover]

hi , ok , a couple of months ago I was in bed trying to get to sleep but for some reason , I couldnt sleep .  I couldnt get comfortable , then suddenly I felt  really hot and dizzy then started to really sweat . after abou 3 miniuts  I  felt like someone was pulling my hair   :blink: . I didnt dare look but whisperd  what do you want ?
after a while I fell asleep but felt really uneasy the next day

does anyone know what it was ?    

[Cancerian Tiger]

hi , ok , a couple of months ago I was in bed trying to get to sleep but for some reason , I couldnt sleep .  I couldnt get comfortable , then suddenly I felt  really hot and dizzy then started to really sweat . after abou 3 miniuts  I  felt like someone was pulling my hair   :blink: . I didnt dare look but whisperd  what do you want ?
after a while I fell asleep but felt really uneasy the next day

does anyone know what it was ?    

Sorry I didn't see this until now, but it sounds like it was just a benign spirit trying to get your attention.  Nothing to worry about .  If it was a malevolent spirit or worse, a demon, you would have to be worried because they tend to become more and more aggressive.

This one happened last week, and man did it freak me out.  I had a premonition of danger or even disaster, and even though I have had these before, it still shook me up.

On Monday night, I had a nightmare that, as I was walking out to a parking lot to my car, a small convertible exploded and destroyed four other cars (three of which were SUVs) and damaged two other cars.  Nobody was in or around the cars at the time.  My car was parked in the back of the parking lot away from other cars, which is how I park in real life.  Then, I woke up.

Nothing happened until Wednesday morning.  I had plans to go somewhere with someone, but I had a sick feeling in my stomach and my gut told me to not go.  I had to work that afternoon, and when I got to work, I saw a convertible that looked like a car bomb had gone off in it.  It turns out the car caught fire and exploded.  Five cars were destroyed and two more were damaged.  It turns out, these were the same cars I saw in my dream two nights before .  Like my dream, nobody was in or around the cars when this happened, and it just happened before I got to work.  That gave me chills like I hadn't felt in a good long time :blink:.

This isn't the first time, like I said, that this has happened.  I saw my car accident happen in my dreams a month beore it happened back in 2005, and back in 2000 I saw my grandparents' house get destroyed by a storm three weeks before it happened.  I even saw everything that would get destroyed within the house .

And don't get me going on the countless times deceased people have shown up in my dreams to give me a heads up about the near future.

[WeirdRaptor]

I've had a handful of paranormal experiences:

When I was real little, I once stayed in the spare bedroom of my grandparents' house. I turned out the light, plopped into bed, and started to go to sleep. Then I suddenly heard this inhuman voice whisper right in my freaking ear: "Be a good little boy." I even felt the breath of whatever it was when it did that.
I did not sleep in that room or the rest of the night. I went downstairs and made myself comfy on a couch and was left alone.

Scary thing is, that is not the last thing that would happen in that room.

Years later, I actually forgot the incident, and I ended up staying over at their house again and in that room again. This time I had a friend with me. He had brought along the movie "Pretty Woman". Yes, that is significent.
We each took a different bed in that room, and the instant we turned out the lights, something began throwing objects around the room. We turned on the light and saw nothing. But different things that had once been orderly were strewn all over the place. We didn't know what to make of it, but we didn't have time to think about it. The light turned out on it's own and something pulled the bedsheet off me.
I turned the light on again. Nothing. We noticed that the one item that had moved the most both times. Pretty Woman had been flung across the room against the door. The second time the lights went out, we had both heard something banging agaist the door.
So I got the idea of removing the movie from the room. After that, the thing that's up there did not act up again. It just wanted that admittedly less than moral movie out of its room.

Grandpa and Grandma never believed me, and I remembered why I hated staying in that room in the first place. This whole thing reads like a creepypasta, but I assure you it's true.

Pretty Woman is about a prostitute that starts dating a rich man. Whatever is in that room really hated it. The rest of the house is never bothered, just that room.

EDIT: THere have been a few other incidents in that room, but nothing as distinctly threatening as those two.

[FlipperBoidSkua]

I'm not sure what happened and I can't explain it, so I'mma post it here.

So I have this Spider-Man Green Goblin figure, a very stable toy on a display. When I went to bed last night, the figure was upright as usual. But when I woke up, Gobby was turned towards me and positioned on his side. It startled me cause his face was the first thing I saw waking up. Something had to have moved that toy to position it that way; the toy is physically incapable of falling over on its own. I stay up late every night so I'm the last to fall asleep, and I'm usually among the first to wake up. Nobody came into my room at all.

Just in case, I asked my sister and mom and they said they haven't been in my room, much less touched my stuff. I believe them because they had no reason to lie and they never had any interest in any of my collections.

I'm still not sure what caused Gobby to knock over like that and it freaks me out...

[WeirdRaptor]

Could you have rolled over in your sleep and your arm knocked it over or something?

[FlipperBoidSkua]

No. It's quite a distance from my bed. I tried to think of everything. The toy's too heavy for a draft or wind or something to knock it over. I can't reach it from my bed and even tried hitting it with my blanket in case the blanket managed to reach while I slept. It didn't work. To test out my figure and make sure it wasn't broken or anything, I tried to knock it over from its upright position. It slides a bit, but I can't get it to knock over on its side like it was before because the wing of the Green Goblin's glider kept it from 'falling' all the way before gravity pushed it back upright. I had to physically lift it off the stand and put it on it's side to work.

I'm totally scared now. Any suggestions on what else I can to do debunk it? I already think this house is haunted and I reeeeaaaaallllllly don't want full-on proof of that.

[WeirdRaptor]

Get a Priest.

[trulyfantasticme]

Whoa! It's been a while.  

So anyway, I was browsing DeviantArt and I hear a low growl that lasted for like, a minute or two. For some odd reason, I wasn't scared. I just continued to do my thing. But that didn't stop me from listening.

It may have been one of my dogs, but one thing disturbs me. Both of my dogs were in the living room. That growl came from right next to me on my bed.  :blink:

[Cancerian Tiger]

Growling noises come from malevolent spirits.  Did you check first to make sure there was nothing in the wall or right outside your bedroom?  How about an air vent close to your bed?

As for me, I woke up last night with that sick feeling something is about to happen.  I kept waking up last night with it, and it still continues to remain and it is growing stronger with time.  It is a sick feeling, so most likely it could be bad news I could learn .  So far today has been uneventful, which is good.

[trulyfantasticme]

Yes, I checked my wall, but alas, like all other friggin paranormal encounters, no one was there. :    But I didn't really check the outsides, I was too tired. :/

Like I said, the growling didn't really scare me for some reason. :/

[Coyote_A]

I remember one day last summer, we were hanging out in the woods in Moscow suburbs with my GF and her sister. We knew there was a pets cemetery in a ruined house on the forest border and went there to investigate. When we approached the remains of the building we heard a lot of quiet noises coming from the inside - growls, howls, squeal... But when we came close enough to see, what had been happening inside - the place fell silent and there was noone inside. We didn't see any dogs or other kind of anilams running away either. Spooky, huh?

[Cancerian Tiger]

@Trulyfantasticme, it was most likely just a benign presence then, since you felt no fear.

@Coyote_A: What in the name of Hades were y'all thinkin'?  Didn't Stephen King tell you not to play around in a pet cemetery ?  Or, should I say pet "sematary" .

This one has been going on over the past couple of days, and it is really bugging me.  Going on four nights ago, I had a dream in which someone I've been estranged from for years showed up and asked me for forgiveness, apologizing for how they treated me when I was growing up (this is someone in my family).  I told them I forgive them, and they said that's all they wanted from me.  

I thought this was just one of my typical dreams which are made up of metaphors and symbolisms, but then the next night I had a dream in which I found out from a cousin that this person had died in a car accident on their way to work.  I then jerked out of my sleep with that sick feeling a premonition comes along with, and I could not fall back asleep.  Ever since this dream happened, I've been carrying that sick, nagging feeling around, and it has moments where it's stronger than normal.

I believe I've ruled other unfortunate events ruled out.  Yesterday, my brother was attacked by a dog, but he's okay and thankfully does not need medical attention.  Then today, an F-18 fighter jet crashed into an apartment complex just a couple of blocks from my workplace.  Miraculously, both pilots safely ejected and NOBODY was killed or critically injured .  People I work with live in that area, but thankfully everyone was accounted for.

The feeling still remains, though.  I have a bad feeling this person may die in a car crash.  Strangely enough, a couple of months ago, a relative had a dream of someone dying in a car accident and went through the same thing of waking up and feeling disturbed.  This individual I had the dream about lives in DC and is perhaps the world's worst driver, having been in a few fender benders and other accidents over the years.  I'm surprised they still have a license .

[Coyote_A]

Cancerian Tiger, that was exactly why we came to that old farm in the first place.
Oh, BTW. Something odd had happened to me this morning. I was waken up at around 4 AM by the sound of music. Took me a few moments to recognise the ringtone of my very own cellphone. I've stood up and turned the lights on. When I picked up the phone I was surprised to learn that not only wasn't it receiving any calls, it was in fact trying to reach some obscure number. Aside from the fact that the phone isn't supposed to play music when you're calling someone and that it tried to phone someone on it's own, I should also add that I always turn off the sound on my phone before going to bed. But the mystery doesn't end there. You see, my first reaction was to turn the darned device off so that it wouldn't wake up people sleeping nextdoor. And the moment I pressed the "turn off" button, the screen went blank and the lights in the room went black for a few moments... What do you recon was that? O.o

[Cancerian Tiger]

Dude, that is really creepy :blink:.  Seems like some benign force obviously wanted your attention, whatever it is.  It is said benign spirits have a tendency to become more aggressive with their acitivity until they have your attention.  Many times, they're just playing practical jokes to spook living people.  Since, from what I'm reading, there was no threat to you (i.e. growling sounds, physical contact, etc.), that's probably what it was.  Just a prankster .

[trulyfantasticme]

Whoa! Its been a while since I last posted here, hasn't it?  :blink:

Anyway, it was 5:30 in the morning. My mom's stupid alarm woke me up, so I went to turn the stupid thing off. I then realized something; I had to go to the bathroom. I was just about to open the door and all of a sudden, the door starts shaking for about a few seconds.

But I open it up anyways and check for the source. Of course, there was nothing there. No one was using the bathroom so it couldn't have been my family. It couldn't have been the wind because the window was shut. It couldn't have been the cats, because...how the heck can a cat shake a door? That makes no sense. It couldn't have been an earthquake because I would have felt it too. Usually we get around 2.0 earthquakes. An earthquake that small could not shake a door like that. And plus if it could, probably everything else would have been shakey as well.

Was I scared? No, not really. I'm kinda getting used to these ghost encounters and I think I'm actually starting to enjoy them.   After all, nothing really happens here and it's nice to have a little twist every now and then.  

[FlipperBoidSkua]

Okay, now I'm starting to get more than a little frightened. Something happened just moments ago...

Alright, I'm home alone right now; my family's out getting ready for my sister's graduation stuff (probably another award ceremony thing). As always, I choose to stay home and take advantage of the peace and quiet. Anyway, I'm in my room, reading one of my comics when I heard my mom's voice yell my name from downstairs.

I'm hardwired to respond (especially since my mom's very impatient when she has to call us more than once) and I got quite irritated as I'm not fond of having my relaxation interrupted. Without even thinking, I got out of bed, walked over to the stairs and yelled back to my mom, asking what she wanted. I got no response and I went downstairs. It was then that I remembered that I'm by myself right now.

I'm getting worried. I couldn't bring myself to finish my comic and I went straight here to post.   I'm freaked out, especially since I read that an entity (especially demons....) will mimic the voice of a loved one in order to get you to interact with them. I read you're supposed to ignore it and not respond, but I forgot that I'm here alone and that voice was so clear and so spot-on with my mother's usual call that I didn't know better. I responded to the voice, and now I'm scared...    

Maybe I should follow WeirdRaptor's advice and contact a priest; but I don't wanna upset my family, and I don't wanna be too drastic just in case this isn't what I think it is. Cancerian Tiger, you seem quite knowledgable in these things, any idea what it could be?