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“A few months ago, I was diving home from my friends house early in the morning (3 or 4 am). I didn’t exactly know how to get home from her place, but I figured if I kept going straight on the same road, I’d hit the entrance eventually.

I had been on the road for twenty minutes when I saw a hooded man walking on the sidewalk. The neighborhood was really nice so I figured it’d be safe for me to ask the person how to get to the main way. I stopped my motorcycle and asked him how to get out.

As the hooded figure walked into the light of the street light, I noticed he wasn’t hooded at all. The creature was probably 6’ 7’’ tall, and had translucent skin. He snapped his head over in my direction, and moved toward my motor cycle at an inhuman speed. Before I knew it, he was nose to nose with me, his skin showing every vein in his face, completely translucent and almost grey-coloured. His smile stretching ear to ear, like someone had sliced his face open, more gum than teeth, his eyes whiter than bowls of milk.

Through his smile the words ‘no maaam I don’t have any cigarretteeesssssssss’ seeped out, The smell from his mouth putrid. He stared at me with an evil smile, waiting. I turned on my cycle and sped away, I glanced to my rear view mirror, he stood in the middle of the road and watched me over his shoulder the whole way out. I found the road less than 30 seconds later.”
“This was years ago, when I was a much younger lass in my twenties. I lived right by a forest that had a bunch of hiking trails through it, and I loved to take my dog for a walk there at night to look at the stars, listen to the river, get wicked baked, etc. You could expect other people there, it was a park after all, but usually it was pretty empty.

So for reference, I was about 100lbs soaking wet and my dog was a 10lb Mini Pin, so not exactly a threat to anyone. I also didn’t have my cell on me because I was dumb. It was about 11pm on a warm Tuesday night and we were just lazing in one of the little alcoves by the riverbank I like to rest at and enjoy the fireflies and whatnot. Then all of a sudden I hear this horrible scream. My dog starts barking like crazy and I freak out, but then I think ‘that was probably a rabbit’ because they scream like creepily human-like. My dog calms down and I go back to stargazing and then the scream happens again but louder. And then twice more.

My dog is growling and trying to hide behind me and then I hear this noise like a TRex is running through the forest - big loud stomps and branches breaking and shit. So now I think a girl is being chased and I feel awful because I don’t have my cell on me. It gets closer and my dog and I just hunker down hoping we can’t be seen from the path and I can see one of the trees above us shake. It felt like that scene from LOTR with the hobbits under the tree roots. The noise and stomping go right past me but I don’t see anything on the path. I stay there for a while, don’t hear anything else and eventually go home. There’s a lot of broken branches on the path and it smelled like wood smoke, but no other clues.

If my dog hadn’t been there being so visibly freaked out, I would assume it was a dream. She would never go down that specific path again either.”
“My family moved around a lot when I was young, so my siblings and I lived in quite a few houses. One particular house was just strange, that’s the only way to describe it. From strange, siren-like noises that our parents never seemed to hear, to all the other unexplained things; I’m not really superstitious, but there was something going on in this house.

I shared a room with my younger sister who was known to sleepwalk from time to time, so I didn’t think much of it when I felt someone sit at the end of my bed: pulling the sheets tight over my feet and making the mattress dip down. Slightly annoyed, I called out to her to get her to move. She sat up from her own bed and the thing at the end of my bed pretty much jumped up.

A few years later, I was out running errands when I got a call from my brother, asking me to come home because something strange had just happened. The house had a bathroom that was set up so you could see the door in the mirror above the sink. My brother was washing his hands when he noticed the door start to creak open slightly. Deciding to have some fun with it, he quickly spun around and said ‘hi!’ Obviosuly not expecting anything to happen. Instead, the door flew open as if it had been pushed, bounced off the edge of the tub, and slammed closed.

At some point I found an odd flat stone while mowing the lawn. It turned out to be a knocked-over gravestone with the name ‘Angie’ on it, she apparently died in the house when she was two. So now we at least have a name for the ghost.”
“The house I grew up in was haunted to high Hell. There were a couple of deaths on the property that we knew of before the house was redone (it was a Habitat for Humanity rebuild). There was always creepy stuff going on and bad feelings emanating from certain rooms, but the most terrifying thing that happened to me was when I was home alone.

The living room, where I was watching TV late one evening, was separated from the kitchen by a wall with one of those breakfast bar-type ‘windows’ that let you see into either area from the other side. Out of nowhere, I hear the silverware drawer sliding open and not-quite-shut repeatedly, making the silverware clatter. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, and simply said, ‘Stop it!’.

And it did.

Up until I heard a gunshot-like crack rip through the kitchen. That’s when I looked over my shoulder and saw a black shadow person’s silhouette, staring at me with bright white eyes. I bolted up the stairs to my bedroom and locked the door, then immediately began praying and wishing I’d had incense or sage or something to keep…whatever that thing had been…out of my room and away from me (I was a big believer in the supernatural as a teen).

A few hours later, I was called down by my mom, and she asked why there was a plank of wood on the floor. I looked, and sure enough, there was a sheet of wood on the kitchen floor.

The same bit of wood that had been in the middle of the counter, leftover from her and her ex building a bird cage. That I didn’t touch.

Many bricks were shat.”
“I sleep in a one bedroom apartment and every night I close my door because I don’t have windows in my room and love the pitch dark. So I drift off and snooze for how ever long and then start to stir. I casually wake up as my eyes adjust to the darkness. I check my phone and lay it back down to sleep more.

As I’m laying there, I open my eyes and see a face, it’s in the doorway of my, now cracked open, bedroom door. It’s at the height of a child. It took me a minute to really gather what i was looking at, I could only make out the roundness of the face little black beady eyes, lips very shadowdy but still visible. It just kept sort of swaying ever so slightly like it was trying to spy on me. And I just looked at it and, being really exhausted, I just fell asleep. I remember thinking, ‘fuck it, I don’t care what that is, I’m fucking tired,’ and that was it.

I then woke up, it was morning. I gradually woke up stretched big, looked at my phone, then remembered the creepy thing from just a few hours ago, I thought ‘interesting, must have been sleep paralysis, that’s never happened before, I feel I handled that well.’ I then sat up and looked straight at my door, which was now slightly opened 7 inches. I never got up during the night, I remember that.

I’ve told people this story and they just say either ‘yea right’ or ‘that’s creepy’ it was a weird situation. I can easily attribute the face to maybe still being sort of asleep but the door slightly being ajar, that’s something I can’t put my finger on.”
“It was a year ago, my druggie friend and I [neither were high at the time of this story, according to OP], since seventh grade, always travel up to the Appalachians in north Georgia every year. We always go to the same camping site, and it’s always been peaceful and serene. Well..

We were getting there much later than usual. It was the first year our parents were letting us go alone, and we planned poorly for the trip time, leaving at around 5 PM instead of the usual crack-of-dawn deal. Well, we finally got there around 10, and it was dark. Once we got off the interstate, there were very few street lights, and once we got onto the country road towards the campsite, even fewer.

We made the turn into the long winding road up to the campsite, and in the day it would be very beautiful, but at night it was just eerie. No moonlight, only the headlights of our car guiding us. I was staring out of the abyss of darkness in the passenger seat, and I saw it. A white mask, with gaping holes for the eyes and the mouth. It had a black, tattered cloak around it. In retrospect, it was almost like a really fucking creepy version of the ‘holes cut out of the pillow casing ghost’ costume. It flew over, and I felt a terrible chill. It came at us from the darkness, on the left side of the car. It flew diagonally, crossing a few feet over the windshield and the roof. I had the worst chill/goosebump shudder I ever had in my life.

We sat in silence, and when we got to the campsite, our favorite spot, we both decided on sleeping in the car instead of setting up the tent. The whole week there we didn’t have anything else like that happen to us, and we didn’t dare speak about it. Hell, we didn’t even talk about it until we had gotten off the road and were back at his house.

It still gives me the chills like bad.”
“I remember I was at my great-grandparents place with my brother and sisters, we were playing outside with some water toy (thing that you hooked up to a hose and it sprayed water out of its tentacles) jumping over it and whatnot, our great-grandma is watching over us.

In the middle of playing I hear one of my sisters say ‘What’s that?’ and saw her looking straight up, so we all look up and see this black metallic thing just way up in the sky.

It was like a square with one of the corners missing, it had some ridged circles of different sizes on its under side with biggest in the center that was glowing red.(only the ridge was glowing) It had half of its outer side in flames (like how a movie would show an asteroid entering the atmosphere) and made no noise.

After a couple seconds of looking at it my great-grandma responds ‘It’s God punishing us’, my brother says to that ‘No it’s a UFO’.

I don’t know why but we quickly forget about it and go back to playing. I brought it up once with my great-grandma as an adult and she didn’t want to talk about (she got scared) but did acknowledge remembering it. My youngest sister said she remembered but the older one didn’t, I asked my brother if he remembered seeing that thing at wela’s (abuela’s) place and he laughed and said ‘The UFO? Yeah I remember it.’

Looking back at it, it wasn’t a scary experience but more ‘wtf was that about’. It was summer of '99 in south Texas for what it’s worth.”

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