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6 hours ago, kordei said:

Once I heard a noise outside my house that sounded like a helicopter was landing on my roof or some shit, then I heard an almost inaudible voice somewhere in my room, then i woke up with a matching bruise on both my legs :rip: idk it’s not that creepy but it scared me shitless

And I literally was looking up if there was a manhunt or something to explain the noises but nothing. I don’t know though nnn, it was like 3 in the morning, i was prolly just tired

You were abducted by aliens :nickishook:

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6 hours ago, aahfeekiee said:

Okay here's one that doesn't require much superstition context. 

@Diaboliq @Bianca Del Rio @neonnights @Treacherous Lovatic @Blue Sunshine @Tiffany Pollard 👑 @barbiej33p

As some of you may know, in Singapore we have conscription, which means I've gone through my two years in the military. At the start of this two-year period is a two-month Basic Military Training; the second half of mine was spent on vocational training at this military camp that's also a transport centre for the Singapore Armed forces.

So one evening after dinner at the cookhouse, our in-charge person for the platoon (a Third Sergeant) singled me and my buddy out, saying he needed someone to accompany him before we conclude the day with our Routine Orders. We were two common options for saikang (meaning jobs nobody wanted to do) because we were the most cooperative people in our platoon.

The task was simple, to follow him up the stairwell by the multi-storey heavy vehicle carpark to collect some things from the tonner. As mentioned, this camp was a Transport centre, so they have lots of large military vehicles parked, so each level in this carpark is about five metres tall? Literally the biggest single building in the whole camp.

So we followed him along, and then at the bottom of the stairwell I realized my bootlaces were untied. Now I know my buddy is extremely superstitious and afraid of walking around the camp in the dark by himself. By the time I had tied my shoelaces, we had already lost sight of the sergeant, but it was okay since I could hear his footsteps going up. So I held onto my buddy's hand and led him up the stairwell. (It was ironic because he's the tall and toned guy and I'm the skinny and vulnerable one, but it was okay because I'm generally totally fine with walking around at night especially if the person I'm with is more afraid than I am)

At the second floor I peeked out from the doorway and noticed a white figure (vaguely resembling a pontianak) in the distance hiding behind a pillar of the carpark. But I heard my sergeant's footsteps upstairs so I held my buddy's forearm tighter and kept walking up.

At the third floor, I looked out of the stairwell doorway and I see the same figure hiding behind the pillar, this time one pillar closer to stairwell. And more alarmingly was the familiar scent of Jasmine. But I still heard footsteps upstairs so I kept on walking.

At the fourth floor, out of the doorway in the periphery of my vision I see it again, this time shadows of it in the pillar closest to the stairwell - and the scent was getting even stronger. I continued climbing up the stairs, this time pinned closer to the wall.

As I climbed the last flight of stairs before the top floor, I looked out of the doorway and caught a glimpse of the outside, there was absolutely nothing. Before I could turn around to look at my buddy, the hand I was holding on to violently jerked to the back and I fell backwards seven steps or so onto the landing. I looked up and I kid you not my buddy wasn't there at all. I sat there totally overwhelmed, until I heard my sergeant's voice calling me from the first floor asking me to help me carry something.

Sprinted down all those flights of stairs to see him there (slightly pissed off because I went missing) on the second floor of the carpark, with my buddy, carrying boxes of artillery and rifle-cleaning equipment. They told me to carry the snacks because they were lighter.

Doring RO, my buddy whispered to me asking me why I left him alone at the second floor. Almost missed the question because this bitch was still overwhelmed with the shock. All I recall now is him saying something about me continuing to go up even though he's called me to come down.

I called in sick the day after during the morning call but the Medical Officer said I wasn't injured or anything, despite having fallen down backwards on a flight of stairs. I didn't feel hurt either. He gave me a weird look like I was chaogeng (malingering) but I was certain I was sick, at least the night before. It's been almost a year since I finished service and I'm pretty certain that he still holds a grudge against on me for abandoning him.

But the last thing he needs to know about is a ghost story that will only worsen his paranoia with supernatural things.

I don't ever plan on letting the boy know.

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Also on a probably unrelated note, a week or two after that happened, when my platoon was booking out I heard a loud sound. DIdn't give it too much thought because in a military camp loud sounds are everywhere. When we booked in the Monday after, news broke that a full-time serviceman on guard duty that day committed suicide by shooting himself with his rifle at the toilet. 

 

OK NOW THIS WOULD MAKE A GREAT HORROR MOVIE SCENE 'CAUSE I GOT CHILLS BY READING IT :nickishook: OMG WHAT DID YOU BRING WITH YOU TO THE TOP FLOOR?????? And i'd SO tell him the truth, at least he'd consider not having a grudge :whereisit: 

And i had to click on the pontianak article, damn i love asian spirit/demon mythologies :demishook: 

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Just now, Starboy said:

I don't believe in ghosts but y'all make it sound so convincing to believe :wendy11:

I've always wanted to have a supernatural encounter though 'cause I feel like we could sit down and have a good chat 

Trust me, you'd be to full of shit on your pants to sit down for a chat :fall2: it's not fun at aaaaaaaall

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In the mountains, about 45 minutes from where I live, there is this graveyard in the part of the woods called Gallagher Woods. The graveyard itself doesn't have a name, it's in the middle of the woods about 2 miles from any house. 

My first trip up there was December 2012. I went up with my Sister and my Cousin. We parked in front of the rope that blocked the entrance to the graveyard. It was just starting to get pitch black outside, but the first thing I saw when I got out of the car was a black figure standing beside one of the grave stones, but after a few seconds, it disappeared. So we went in and looked around. The graveyard isn't actually that big, it's actually really small. There are only about 20 gravestones in the whole graveyard, at that time... (we will get to this in just a few minutes) We all went into different parts of the graveyard. In the distance, I heard some music playing deep within the woods. No one heard but myself, and it grew louder and louder the longer I was in the graveyard. My Cousin was standing underneath this big tree that had three gravestones right underneath. We hear her let out a small scream, she said that something had touched her back. We pull her shirt up and she has three scratches on her back, but she didn't feel any pain. At this very moment this red truck pulled behind my Sister's car. No one got out, no one said anything, after a few seconds, they drove away. We continued looking since we thought it was just someone who pulled over for a few seconds. A few minutes later, my sister has a scratch on her neck and she said her hair was pulled, although my Cousin and I were no where near her at the time. When we went to check on her, the same truck came back. The passenger side door opened, but no one got out, and the truck was turned off and back on and they drove away again. At this point, we were getting freaked out and we left. However, we sat in the car for a few minutes to try and recoup what all had happened (and at this time I heard a little girl laughing as I entered the car and saw her standing by one of the trees inside the woods), and a few seconds later the SAME truck came back and followed us all the way to the end of the road, we lost it after making a few turns. I never looked into it again until four years later when I took a few of my friends up after they suggested going ghost hunting. 

The next visit happens June 2016. I'm with my friends Bailee, Bella and Abbi. I told them on the way up to the graveyard the story of what I saw when I first saw when I went up previously. They never believed me, they said I was making everything up. So, we get there and it's roughly 12:30AM. We get out of my car and walk in. The first thing I said to them when we went in was "if we see a red truck, we need to get the fuck out of here." I was just making sure they were ready if we needed to make an escape. So, I show them around, the gravestones and such, everything looked the same, well from what I could remember. A few seconds in my friend says she sees a little girl in a white dress standing by a tree inside the woods (I remember not telling them about the girl when I told them about my first experience because I forgot to tell them) and I looked over and didn't see her, but what I did see was the black figure again standing in the same spot my one friend saw the little girl. The black figure again had disappeared, and my friend said the girl did as well. We all heard music coming from within the woods, and it was not as loud as I remember. We keep looking around and realize that there is only two recent deaths, and no one has the same last name. And that there is one lonely grave stone in the far back (which we later came to find out was the little girl's grave, the white girl in the dress. We will get to her story in a minute.) Also, I remember my Sister mentioning a witches hut in the back of the woods, so I thought we would go back and look for it ourselves. As we start walking back, a truck pulls in right by my car. And, yes, it was a red truck. Someone got out this time and stared at us as we stood by the woods inside the graveyard. He never said anything as we walked out of the graveyard. When we got to my car he said "what are you doing here? There's no visiting hours, not even for family. Get out of here, now." We tried to explain we are family and that we have permission to be here, but he refused and said that we needed to leave or else. He was very dirty, tall and looked very evil. So, we left as fast as we could and went back to my friends house. It was about 2AM when we got back and we were terrified. We kept every single light on in her house, and refused to leave her living room until her Dad came back home from work later that night. We looked online to see if anyone else had tried to do some investigating and we found one article and two YouTube videos. All had mentioned the truck, the music, different gravestones (which we will get to very soon, promise) the hell hound and the witches hut. The only thing that we didn't see was the hell hound, even to this day we have never seen it. But my friends started to believe me after everything I said I saw was also mentioned by others who have been to that graveyard. We tried to look up some obituaries for people in the graveyard and found ZERO in public records, even the two most recent ones. Since we found nothing regarding anyone, we went to FaceBook to see if we could find any living relatives. We did find a daughter, her Mom was buried inside the graveyard itself in 2010. The daughter had told us that the guy in the red truck takes car of the graveyard and she has tried on multiple occasions to take the keys from him and take over for herself since he does a terrible job at keeping the graveyard nice and clean, cutting the grass maybe every 4 months. She said that the graveyard is haunted by the Father and his Wife and Daughter. Back in the 1800s, the Father had went crazy and starved his daughter and killing the Wife with a shotgun. His daughter later died of starvation and he killed himself after realizing what he had done. The daughter told us we had permission to be in the graveyard to do some investigating and to have the man talk to her if he had a problem with it. We made a plan to leave the man a note to get in contact with us, so we went up the next day to plant that note during the day and wait for a response. 

I realize this is extremely long, and if you want to know what else happened after, let me know and I will continue after work!

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Just now, TheKeshaRose said:

In the mountains, about 45 minutes from where I live, there is this graveyard in the part of the woods called Gallagher Woods. The graveyard itself doesn't have a name, it's in the middle of the woods about 2 miles from any house. 

My first trip up there was December 2012. I went up with my Sister and my Cousin. We parked in front of the rope that blocked the entrance to the graveyard. It was just starting to get pitch black outside, but the first thing I saw when I got out of the car was a black figure standing beside one of the grave stones, but after a few seconds, it disappeared. So we went in and looked around. The graveyard isn't actually that big, it's actually really small. There are only about 20 gravestones in the whole graveyard, at that time... (we will get to this in just a few minutes) We all went into different parts of the graveyard. In the distance, I heard some music playing deep within the woods. No one heard but myself, and it grew louder and louder the longer I was in the graveyard. My Cousin was standing underneath this big tree that had three gravestones right underneath. We hear her let out a small scream, she said that something had touched her back. We pull her shirt up and she has three scratches on her back, but she didn't feel any pain. At this very moment this red truck pulled behind my Sister's car. No one got out, no one said anything, after a few seconds, they drove away. We continued looking since we thought it was just someone who pulled over for a few seconds. A few minutes later, my sister has a scratch on her neck and she said her hair was pulled, although my Cousin and I were no where near her at the time. When we went to check on her, the same truck came back. The passenger side door opened, but no one got out, and the truck was turned off and back on and they drove away again. At this point, we were getting freaked out and we left. However, we sat in the car for a few minutes to try and recoup what all had happened (and at this time I heard a little girl laughing as I entered the car and saw her standing by one of the trees inside the woods), and a few seconds later the SAME truck came back and followed us all the way to the end of the road, we lost it after making a few turns. I never looked into it again until four years later when I took a few of my friends up after they suggested going ghost hunting. 

The next visit happens June 2016. I'm with my friends Bailee, Bella and Abbi. I told them on the way up to the graveyard the story of what I saw when I first saw when I went up previously. They never believed me, they said I was making everything up. So, we get there and it's roughly 12:30AM. We get out of my car and walk in. The first thing I said to them when we went in was "if we see a red truck, we need to get the fuck out of here." I was just making sure they were ready if we needed to make an escape. So, I show them around, the gravestones and such, everything looked the same, well from what I could remember. A few seconds in my friend says she sees a little girl in a white dress standing by a tree inside the woods (I remember not telling them about the girl when I told them about my first experience because I forgot to tell them) and I looked over and didn't see her, but what I did see was the black figure again standing in the same spot my one friend saw the little girl. The black figure again had disappeared, and my friend said the girl did as well. We all heard music coming from within the woods, and it was not as loud as I remember. We keep looking around and realize that there is only two recent deaths, and no one has the same last name. And that there is one lonely grave stone in the far back (which we later came to find out was the little girl's grave, the white girl in the dress. We will get to her story in a minute.) Also, I remember my Sister mentioning a witches hut in the back of the woods, so I thought we would go back and look for it ourselves. As we start walking back, a truck pulls in right by my car. And, yes, it was a red truck. Someone got out this time and stared at us as we stood by the woods inside the graveyard. He never said anything as we walked out of the graveyard. When we got to my car he said "what are you doing here? There's no visiting hours, not even for family. Get out of here, now." We tried to explain we are family and that we have permission to be here, but he refused and said that we needed to leave or else. He was very dirty, tall and looked very evil. So, we left as fast as we could and went back to my friends house. It was about 2AM when we got back and we were terrified. We kept every single light on in her house, and refused to leave her living room until her Dad came back home from work later that night. We looked online to see if anyone else had tried to do some investigating and we found one article and two YouTube videos. All had mentioned the truck, the music, different gravestones (which we will get to very soon, promise) the hell hound and the witches hut. The only thing that we didn't see was the hell hound, even to this day we have never seen it. But my friends started to believe me after everything I said I saw was also mentioned by others who have been to that graveyard. We tried to look up some obituaries for people in the graveyard and found ZERO in public records, even the two most recent ones. Since we found nothing regarding anyone, we went to FaceBook to see if we could find any living relatives. We did find a daughter, her Mom was buried inside the graveyard itself in 2010. The daughter had told us that the guy in the red truck takes car of the graveyard and she has tried on multiple occasions to take the keys from him and take over for herself since he does a terrible job at keeping the graveyard nice and clean, cutting the grass maybe every 4 months. She said that the graveyard is haunted by the Father and his Wife and Daughter. Back in the 1800s, the Father had went crazy and starved his daughter and killing the Wife with a shotgun. His daughter later died of starvation and he killed himself after realizing what he had done. The daughter told us we had permission to be in the graveyard to do some investigating and to have the man talk to her if he had a problem with it. We made a plan to leave the man a note to get in contact with us, so we went up the next day to plant that note during the day and wait for a response. 

I realize this is extremely long, and if you want to know what else happened after, let me know and I will continue after work!

OH HONEY I NEED MORE :wendy26: I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU TO CONTINUE AFTER WORK

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Just now, Bianca Del Rio said:

OK NOW THIS WOULD MAKE A GREAT HORROR MOVIE SCENE 'CAUSE I GOT CHILLS BY READING IT :nickishook: OMG WHAT DID YOU BRING WITH YOU TO THE TOP FLOOR?????? And i'd SO tell him the truth, at least he'd consider not having a grudge :whereisit: 

And i had to click on the pontianak article, damn i love asian spirit/demon mythologies :demishook: 

THATS THE THING I HELD THAT HAND WALKING UP THREE STOREYS :gaycat12:

I talked to my friend's fortune teller mom who interprets dreams and supernatural encounters, and she says likely it's a spirit/guardian trying to protect me from a demon at the top floor, especially given that I wasn't injured from the fall. 

I think that's a nice way to put it. My commander had an experience with one of those good spirits in a jungle in Brunei. He was sleeping on a hammock 2 metres off the ground, until he was randomly woken up by a hard push on his shoulder. He woke up to a torrential downpour and could run for higher ground before the river next to him flooded within five minutes.

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Just now, TheKeshaRose said:

In the mountains, about 45 minutes from where I live, there is this graveyard in the part of the woods called Gallagher Woods. The graveyard itself doesn't have a name, it's in the middle of the woods about 2 miles from any house. 

My first trip up there was December 2012. I went up with my Sister and my Cousin. We parked in front of the rope that blocked the entrance to the graveyard. It was just starting to get pitch black outside, but the first thing I saw when I got out of the car was a black figure standing beside one of the grave stones, but after a few seconds, it disappeared. So we went in and looked around. The graveyard isn't actually that big, it's actually really small. There are only about 20 gravestones in the whole graveyard, at that time... (we will get to this in just a few minutes) We all went into different parts of the graveyard. In the distance, I heard some music playing deep within the woods. No one heard but myself, and it grew louder and louder the longer I was in the graveyard. My Cousin was standing underneath this big tree that had three gravestones right underneath. We hear her let out a small scream, she said that something had touched her back. We pull her shirt up and she has three scratches on her back, but she didn't feel any pain. At this very moment this red truck pulled behind my Sister's car. No one got out, no one said anything, after a few seconds, they drove away. We continued looking since we thought it was just someone who pulled over for a few seconds. A few minutes later, my sister has a scratch on her neck and she said her hair was pulled, although my Cousin and I were no where near her at the time. When we went to check on her, the same truck came back. The passenger side door opened, but no one got out, and the truck was turned off and back on and they drove away again. At this point, we were getting freaked out and we left. However, we sat in the car for a few minutes to try and recoup what all had happened (and at this time I heard a little girl laughing as I entered the car and saw her standing by one of the trees inside the woods), and a few seconds later the SAME truck came back and followed us all the way to the end of the road, we lost it after making a few turns. I never looked into it again until four years later when I took a few of my friends up after they suggested going ghost hunting. 

The next visit happens June 2016. I'm with my friends Bailee, Bella and Abbi. I told them on the way up to the graveyard the story of what I saw when I first saw when I went up previously. They never believed me, they said I was making everything up. So, we get there and it's roughly 12:30AM. We get out of my car and walk in. The first thing I said to them when we went in was "if we see a red truck, we need to get the fuck out of here." I was just making sure they were ready if we needed to make an escape. So, I show them around, the gravestones and such, everything looked the same, well from what I could remember. A few seconds in my friend says she sees a little girl in a white dress standing by a tree inside the woods (I remember not telling them about the girl when I told them about my first experience because I forgot to tell them) and I looked over and didn't see her, but what I did see was the black figure again standing in the same spot my one friend saw the little girl. The black figure again had disappeared, and my friend said the girl did as well. We all heard music coming from within the woods, and it was not as loud as I remember. We keep looking around and realize that there is only two recent deaths, and no one has the same last name. And that there is one lonely grave stone in the far back (which we later came to find out was the little girl's grave, the white girl in the dress. We will get to her story in a minute.) Also, I remember my Sister mentioning a witches hut in the back of the woods, so I thought we would go back and look for it ourselves. As we start walking back, a truck pulls in right by my car. And, yes, it was a red truck. Someone got out this time and stared at us as we stood by the woods inside the graveyard. He never said anything as we walked out of the graveyard. When we got to my car he said "what are you doing here? There's no visiting hours, not even for family. Get out of here, now." We tried to explain we are family and that we have permission to be here, but he refused and said that we needed to leave or else. He was very dirty, tall and looked very evil. So, we left as fast as we could and went back to my friends house. It was about 2AM when we got back and we were terrified. We kept every single light on in her house, and refused to leave her living room until her Dad came back home from work later that night. We looked online to see if anyone else had tried to do some investigating and we found one article and two YouTube videos. All had mentioned the truck, the music, different gravestones (which we will get to very soon, promise) the hell hound and the witches hut. The only thing that we didn't see was the hell hound, even to this day we have never seen it. But my friends started to believe me after everything I said I saw was also mentioned by others who have been to that graveyard. We tried to look up some obituaries for people in the graveyard and found ZERO in public records, even the two most recent ones. Since we found nothing regarding anyone, we went to FaceBook to see if we could find any living relatives. We did find a daughter, her Mom was buried inside the graveyard itself in 2010. The daughter had told us that the guy in the red truck takes car of the graveyard and she has tried on multiple occasions to take the keys from him and take over for herself since he does a terrible job at keeping the graveyard nice and clean, cutting the grass maybe every 4 months. She said that the graveyard is haunted by the Father and his Wife and Daughter. Back in the 1800s, the Father had went crazy and starved his daughter and killing the Wife with a shotgun. His daughter later died of starvation and he killed himself after realizing what he had done. The daughter told us we had permission to be in the graveyard to do some investigating and to have the man talk to her if he had a problem with it. We made a plan to leave the man a note to get in contact with us, so we went up the next day to plant that note during the day and wait for a response. 

I realize this is extremely long, and if you want to know what else happened after, let me know and I will continue after work!

Please share more sis! 

I want to go to a fortune teller/psychic for my birthday in a few weeks, but I don’t want them to tell me some scary shit like I’m gonna die in a year nnnn. Even if they were full of it, my ass would still be paranoid. 

My mother used to tell me that when she was a young girl, the house they grew up in had lots of weird shit happening. Like, they’d hear chairs being dragged back and forth across the kitchen floor in the middle of the night and this one story she told me in particular has always had me SHOOK. She said one night she kept feeling someone tickling her feet while she was trying to sleep and her and my aunts always used to play jokes and tricks on each other, so she figured it was one of them trying to scare her. So she finally told my aunt who she shared a room with to knock it off and my aunt said something along the lines of “I’m in my bed. What’re you talking about?” I always sleep with my feet covered now cause of that nnnnn :wendy43:

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1 hour ago, CUZ!CAN said:

everyday at 3AM a car stops by our neighbours house and someone throws something into their mailbox :curega:

Not really scary but Im curious whats inside the mailbox

They buying drugs or some shit off the Deep Web! Don't be associating with dem people!!

I'm just assuming das what they're doing ...

 

1 hour ago, kipperskipper said:

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It is scary getting into a car accident, yes! 

Even though nothing real bad happened to my body. Emotionally it still effects me every day. In a way I still hate it when cars drive slowly my way. 

So what happened was I was on my bicycle on my way to work and I crossed the roundabout. And there was this lady that didnt notice me and boom! I had priority though! She didnt notice me because she was focussed on school youth that crossed the roundabout wrong way. So yeah I cant really blame her for that. 

But still my bicycle was broken completely which she let repair. She was really sorry. And I? I was lucky I wasnt hit myself but that almost did not matter!

Ew, no one deserves what I went through! I know I could have been way worse and stuff but still!

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10 hours ago, Roobz said:

@Ms.Knee  - people say that 3am is the hour of the devil, everything spiritual good or bad is stronger in that hour.

I’m writing part 2 tonight which will definitely get into that 

nnn my only fear is that every time I talk about it or discuss it the energies come back

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Just now, Blue Sunshine said:

They buying drugs or some shit off the Deep Web! Don't be associating with dem people!!

I'm just assuming das what they're doing ...

Not you bringing up the deep web omg. :rip:

I used to read stories about that. Idk if I really believe in most of what I’ve heard, but that stuff still scares me. 

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Just now, neonnights said:

Not you bringing up the deep web omg. :rip:

I used to read stories about that. Idk if I really believe in most of what I’ve heard, but that stuff still scares me. 

LOL, sorry. Dat was literally the first thing that ran thru my mind when I read the post. :deadbanana:

I've watched a lot of videos on YouTube with stories about the Dark/Deep Web ... they freak me the hell out! I'm sure a lot of it isn't true, but it still gets me!

 

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