Tuesday, October 10, 2006

it seems you all like the stories and yes,they are real.the site I got them from is made up entirely of stories from different areas and pics too...and If you want to leave a story in my commment or something,go ahead.I've had a lot of encounters too and I will put them on this site another time...I think today I'll give you guys a few stories for your scaring pleasures:
Darkness (The little short demon with red eyes)
I almost fell off my seat when I read "Darkness". the shadow they refer to is very similar to the entity that I had encountered and coincidently the girl's name in Darkness is April my name is also April. Well here is my story:

This story takes place in my bedroom when I was about 11 years old. I was not at all sleepy and decided to play with my doll which was on my nightstand, after awhile of playing with my doll I started to become sleepy so I rolled over, as I turned and reached the middle of my bed I came face to face with the most evil demonic red eyes. I was frozen with fear, this evil spirit was only two feet high with a black body stiff as a statue (that was always my name for it) then it proceeded to tell me in an eerie voice "I'm going to get you!, I'm going to get you!" this voice grew louder until I screamed and ran out of the room. I told my parents and they said it was just a dream, this is not the only incident, the windows would open by themselves, and sometimes my sister and I would hear a baby crying. Also one time my sister was climbing the stairs to the room and something grabbed her leg. My parents room is across the hall from this room and after the incident I was watching TV on the floor and something like a hand grabbed my back and left a red welt on me.

To put an end to this supposed dream, 15 years later I went to see a psychic who proceeded to tell me that the dream I had when I was a little girl was not a dream that in fact it was real, I never mentioned this too him, how could he have known?......unless this truly did happen.

Submitted from: April, New Jersey, USA


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Demons in the Night
The summer before my first year in college, I travelled to North Carolina to stay with my "Uncle" Scott, who my mother and father consider to be a brother, and I always grew up calling uncle. He lived in North Carolina, and a lot of my friends lived there, so he said I was welcome to stay with him while I visited all my friends.

That summer was the best of my life, but one night I didn't get to bed until 4 am, and I vaguely was aware of something pushing my bed and the entire bed shaking around. Although I was scared, I remember thinking, "God let me fall asleep right now, I am too tired to deal with this." Well, I did fall right to sleep and the incident was completely forgotten by the next morning.

The next night, I was out with friends, and they took me to Scott's around 2 am. As soon as I walked in the door, I got goosebumps, and I remembered that feeling of my bed shaking. I felt this awful sense of dread as I got ready for bed. The entire house was quiet and I noticed that Scott's kids were sleeping in the living room (he is divorced and his kids visit on the weekends). Once in bed, I decided to put the fears out of my mind and try to get some sleep. Suddenly, I heard fingernails scratching the wall right next to the bed. Although my heart was racing, I kept my eyes shut and tried to act like I was already asleep; however, the scratching got louder and every time I would begin to doze off, something would push my bed and I would be jolted awake. However, I still kept ignoring the noises until I felt a finger touch and follow up my leg. This was enough! I jumped out of bed, flicked on the lights, and faced the room--of course seeing nothing. Scared to death, I ran to Uncle Scott's room, where he was sleeping. I stood in the doorway and called his name,and he woke up and asked what was wrong. After I told him what happened, it took me an entire hour to calm down. His 9 year old daughter woke up and came over to me. Too scared to go back to the room, I laid down in Scott's bed with his daughter in the middle of us. Suddenly, I got goosebumps again, and I snuggled closer to his daughter since I was scared. As soon as I did that, I felt a claw (I distinctly could feel a finger with a very long nail) grab my blanket and it yanked the blanket three times. I screamed, and then everybody woke up. Whatever it was, it didn't bother me any more that night, and I had problems sleeping after that.

I always wondered why that incident happened to me, until I found out that while I was at college, Uncle Scott had lost all visitation rights to his children. Worst of all, the evidence that his ex-wife used in court was taken from when her daughter mentioned the ghost incident to her, and the fact that I was so scared that I slept with her in Uncle Scott's room. They totally twisted the entire incident to make Scott look perverted and unfit to see his children. I feel that the spirit or whatever it was, purposely scared me and harassed me to the point so that I would go ask Uncle Scott for help. And now I know the rest of the story.
Submitted from: Florida, USA
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NIGHT TERRORS
My brother was two years older than me, and when we were very small, we shared a bedroom. He adored me, his baby sister, holding my hand everywhere we went, and always making the neighborhood bullies let me have my way.

When Tim was around seven or eight, he started to have the worst nightmares imaginable. He would get out of bed and throw things around the room and bang his head on the wall screaming bloody murder, eyes wild with rage. If my parents came into the room, he would hit and kick them. By the time his dreams would end, he'd be soaked in sweat and exhausted. I was a light sleeper so I usually would wake up as soon as his fits started, and before they got bad, crawl under the bed (even though I knew monsters lived there. Heck I was five )

My parents were too poor to take him to a psychiatrist so they decided to put away anything breakable, pad the dresser corners and windows, and put me into another room. When the terrors came, they would wait outside the door and pray that he wouldn't hurt himself. With the suggestion of a family friend, they never tried to wake him. I have to admit, his dreams scared the daylights out of me.

As we got older, I started to have recurring dreams about Satan. One in particular happened the night my sister went off to college and I finally got a bedroom alone. I was eight. Satan was a normal person in my dream, but had short spiky horns and rotten teeth. I always knew I was dreaming and didn't let my dreams get to me. (If I did, my parents would never let me watch Dark Shadows again. ) Anyway, this night, I dreamed Satan was trying to strangle me. I couldn't breathe and somehow knew I was in a dream. I tried desperately to wake myself up, but I couldn't. As I choked and cried in my dream, I could see my brother in the distance screaming at Satan the way he did during his night terrors. He threw things at Satan and hit him and kicked him, but Satan wouldn't stop. Finally, just as I felt life leaving me, Tim smashed Satan over the head with a baseball bat. Satan departed and I woke up. I laid there for a very long time, not able to go back to sleep.

I noticed that the hall light was on and listened. My parents were in the hall, waiting, listening to Tim. I finally got up and asked what was up. My mom was crying. She told me to go back to bed. Tim was having another night terror, but he was quiet now. My dad opened the door and there on the floor was a baseball bat and the shattered remains of Tim's mirror.



Submitted From: Nebraska, USA
ok,I thought I'd give some pics as well.these pics are from a survellence camera-thing in the Willard Library,though I'm not fully sure of its location >.<
ok,I'll show you what was moved,etc. as well
this first pic,you should definitley figure it out:

ok,fot his one I forgot what happened but I think something got moved...(or it could just not have had anything moved at all,i dont know..)

in this pic,you'll notice that the black stool which was next to the shelf of books on the left has been moved to the right shelf..

I dont hink anything happened in this pic either(but then again,i dont know)

the last one you can see the chair was pulled out

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hope you guys liked them,I wanted to put just about every story from that site onto mine,but that'd be way too much for you to read ^.^(not really,but I'm lazy...)I think my gym teacher finally realized today that I dont like her.She wants me to run when my shins feel like they're about to break in half.then when I came in she tried talking to me and I ignored her and she asked if there was something wrong and i just kept on walking....but on a happier note,me and Kagura were on the ghosthunters site and we emailed them about an evp and they wrote back!!!!^.^Its awesome!!!I'll put it up next time for you all...you all know who the ghostbusters are,right?they're on Scifi...this week im going to be very busy cuz german club is on wed. and thurs. and i might sleep over Kagura's on Fri.,so...yeah.much to do
farewell
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