Ouija board

 Growing up in Northern Michigan it's a very beautiful place. But for those he don't know, the winters suck. So it's hard to do anything whenever it's between December-March so we'd have to find our own ways to entertain ourselves.

I remember one cold day I woke up and found out it was a snow day. I invited over my friends kenneth and rooster to hang out at my house. We played Playstation for a bit but the power went out. This was annoying to us as there wasn't much to do with the power out and going outside wasn't really much of an option.

We ended up raiding the board game closet and we found a Ouija board. We Decided to go to the basement and set up some candles. We went to the very back room of the basement which is just an empty room with nothing. We started off by asking if a spirit was in the room with us. It started to move a little.

After a few minutes my friend rooster asked how they died. Nothing. I asked when they died and nothing happened. We got board and went up stairs to play a different game. We were in the middle of simpsons monopoly when we heard a crash in the basement.

We went downstairs and the was a box knocked off the shelf containing some of my grandma's China that was left to my mother in her will.

I 100 percent believe this is paranormal. Thoughts?

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Ghost soldier

 

So, my buddy was in Afghanistan around 09/10. He was on a small patrol of 10 guys up in the mountains. They were dropped off and began making their way deeper in, moving only at night to avoid detection. It was about dawn after their second night of marching they were ambushed. Out numbered they ran like hell back the way they came.

My friend was at the lead of the retreat where through the haze of dawn/night vision becoming ineffective he could see someone a head of him signalling at something on the ground and then ran off down the trail. He approached the point on the trail and noticed wires sticking out the ground, it was an IED. He got everyone to bypass around the device and they pressed on, all the while taking fire.

Again he say the guy out in front pointing at the trail and then moved on. He could see the guy was in tan coloured clothing and had an AK but not really his features. Once again at the indicated spot, an IED. The enemy must have known they were there from the beginning and planned to run them into the laid IEDs. This continued for several hours down the trail until they reached the extraction point. The patrol ran out onto an open plain and took defensive positions, the mystery helper moved up to a ridge and did the same.

The helicopters came in, Attack Helos let rip into the valley as, the Chinook came in to pick the patrol up. They started falling in and my friend waved to the mystery helper to join them. The patrol commander asked what he was doing, they had to leave. When he tried to explain and point out their helper he was gone. The patrol commander insisted there was NEVER anyone there at all.

Now this is were things get weird. A week or so later they went to attend  an elders meeting in a village not far from the Valley. My buddy was outside on guard and was talking with a local translator attached to the unit. They got on to telling the story to one of the men in the village, who started asking a lot of details. Once the meeting was over the man grabbed one of the elders and explained what my buddy told him.

The old man smiled and told them the tail of his Brother who during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan helped Americans to fight the Soviet forces. They went up the same valley and ended up in trouble. The

 old man's brother fought bravely and got everyone else away to safety at the cost of his own life, his body was never found and the locals say his spirit lives in the mountains helping those in need.

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9/9/23

Spirit in the night.

 In the early 90's I left the army and lived with a friend. He was a good guy who always loved a good joke. He was tall and thin with long hair (that's important). We moved into a one bedroom directly behind Houston's Hollywood Cemetary. He slept in the bedroom and I took the couch because I always got up before him for work.

About a month or so living there, I wake up to him standing over me in the dark. I assume he is trying to scare me and tell him, its late and he should go F-Off. Thes next morning I read him the riot act. "Don't bother me when Im sleeping. Jokes are fine but not when Im trying to sleep". He insists he didn't do anything and Im just delusional. It happens again a few nights later. Hes just standing there in the dark looking at me. I flip him off and turn over and go back to sleep. Next morning again I confront him and tell him I going to give him a sound thrashing if it happens again. He swears its not him and that Im having nightmares or something. A day or two later I wake up again to him standing there. Now Im pissed. I sit up and yell,"punk bitch didn't I tell you to stop fckin with me?" From the bedroom I hear his voice. "Sesh? what are you yelling about? Are you ok?". Without missing a beat I yell back, "Yea, but you in here...." As I trail off Kenny comes thru the bedroom door. We both are looking at a silhouette of a woman standing between us. We screamed like little school girls. the spirit or whatever she was just evaporated away as we watched and screamed.

We both sat up drinking coffee and talked about what happened. I skipped work and we talked until we fell asleep. That was the first time I knew I was not crazy or dreaming things up.

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Unknown Visitors

 Wife and I leave home around 5pm on a Saturday to go to dinner and movie. Always lock up when we leave. Live on a second floor. Windows locked and cannot access unless owning a large ladder. We come back home. At first, I didn't notice. Walked right past. Go to hang my coat by front door. Kitchen to my left. Every cabinet and drawer in the kitchen wide open. Think someone broke in. Door is steel with two deadbolts, set in a steel reinforced door frame, no window on the door. Only a peep hole. No windows unlocked. Nothing stolen. Nothing else unsettled. No ideas what happened. Never happened again.

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Hounds of the night!

 

Hounds of the night

The following story took place at my home. I think it was in 2007. It was around 2:00 a.m., and I was taking my dog out. I turned on my front porch light and walked out the front door of my home 50 feet to the strip of grass across my driveway. As I was watching my dog do his business I turned to the right, looking toward the road, and 40 feet away there were two large, lean dogs standing facing me. They were flanking the narrow part of the driveway that leads to the road, facing inward toward each other with their heads turned toward me. A streetlight on the road at the end of the driveway was shining 50 feet behind them. They stood still but they were moving (i.e. they were alive, not statuesque). As soon as I saw them my immediate reflex was to grab my dog and get inside quickly, which I did. I locked the door and ran upstairs to the window that overlooks the driveway and the whole area all the way out to the street, and they were gone.

 

These were very solid appearing apparitions. There was no difference in their appearance from living creatures, yet I am certain they were not real living dogs. I’ve never seen dogs like this. I’ll never forget them and can picture them even as I write this They were the size of Great Danes but with the lean bodies of greyhounds. There were no dogs even close to resembling these in my neighborhood, much less any that would be roaming free in the middle of the night and standing symmetrically at the foot of my driveway.

Attached is my depiction, although I would place the fronts of their bodies facing me more.

Submitted by John

My Visit to Scotland!

 

My Visit to Scotland

Some background: the reason I went to Scotland in 2018 had nothing to do with the 'Outlander' craze, etc. I'm Wiccan. I believe in past lives with unfinished business. 

As long as I can remember, I've needed to go 'home' to Scotland. I didn't know where that home was. Only that I had been forced to leave and I'd sworn to return. My trip was to find that place.

I found three of them.

One was a trail out on Black Isle, across Moray Firth from Inverness. It's called Fairy Glen. Within minutes of starting the hike, I was smiling. I could not stop. This was one of the homes, the first one I didn't expect (the one I was searching for had been found two days earlier). At the end of the hike, there's a small pool of water and a waterfall. 

Honestly, it's breathtaking. Yes, I have photos. But they don't convey the power of the place. 

I stayed, as there was something at the pool I had to hear. The person who was hiking with me went further up the trail. I received the message I was meant to hear, and my soul was given a sense of peace I'd never felt before and long to feel again. 

Hiking companion came back, and we began to walk out. That's when the music started. A single fife, notes drifting between the trees and dancing off the ferns. Music that gave my soul pause. 

Music that made me confirm that the other person heard it. Because, if they didn't, I knew I was being invited to Tir N'aill. And I knew I would answer such a summons.

They did, and I would be lying if I didn't feel any sort of disappointment. We did hear it as we walked, off and on. Eventually we caught up to a couple. She had a fife and would occasionally play traditional Scottish or Irish tunes on it as they walked.

For me, though, there was magic on that trail. The music simply reminded me that things are not always as they seem.

K. M. Warfield

Author - Heroes of Avoch trilogy

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Have I Seen a Ghost?

 

Have I Seen a Ghost?

I love ghost stories, and I’m an author whose books feature ghosts, monsters and the supernatural. I, however, have not personally seen a ghost.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t not believe in ghosts. I have gotten the chills in some places. Witnessed an actual apparition though? Nope. Well … maybe. There are at least two occasions in which I thought I saw something.

The earlier incident was when I was much younger. I was backpacking in Europe at the time. I was in London, visiting a friend at an old building that had been converted into a youth hostel. It was in the afternoon. I went to the women’s restroom on the ground floor.

You had to walk through two doorways connected by a narrow five-foot-long hallway to get to the restroom. The outer door opened to the lobby and the inner door led to the restroom.

As I opened the outer door, I saw the inner door close behind someone just ahead of me. I caught a glimpse of a white shirt or dress and the back of her head. I thought nothing of it at the time.

The restroom had about five or six stalls. I went into one of the stalls and did what I had to do. I was washing my hands at the sinks when it struck me that I hadn’t seen anyone else in there, or heard another person. I was so puzzled that I actually looked to see if the restroom had another exit. There was only one—the one I used. I glanced into the other stalls but it was clear I was the only person in there.

The hair at the back of my neck was standing by then so I left as quickly as I could.

The other occasion was at an old hotel in Florida. I was working as a journalist. I stayed at the hotel to cover a legal conference that was held at the hotel.

After a long day of panel discussion, After a long day of panel discussions, I returned to my room in the evening. I stepped through the door and was walking quickly past the bathroom when I saw something in there from the corner of my eye. It was a woman looking at herself in the mirror. I was startled because I hung a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door so I didn’t expect any maid service.

I dropped my bag and laptop on the bed and went back to the bathroom to tell the woman that my room didn’t need cleaning. However, there was no one there.

Perhaps she was an optical illusion, the effect of my eyes adjusting to a dark room. But I saw her so clearly in my mind. She was middle-aged and had short dark hair. 

In any case, I slept with all the lights on that night.

So what do you think? I told myself in both instances that I must be mistaken. I scared myself for no reason.

Or have I seen a ghost? I’ll let you be the judge.

Submitted by Yin Leong.

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