So I was on the phone with my boyfriend when he says he had to use the bathroom and hung up. Not even five minutes later he calls me all panicked saying he had heard someone say “hello, can you come here.” In his father’s voice coming from the living room. His dad was in his bedroom.. I am wondering, could it have been a mimic trying to lure him out? I tried to do some research on his building but I couldn’t find anything on it.

Me 21f was doom scrolling in bed alone. Like every other night when I can’t sleep probably around 10pm my screen illuminating my face and some of the room I paused the video reading comments when I felt it my mattress dipping like something or someone was climbing into bed now I have a cat but she’s not heavy enough to make the bed dip under her my heart immediately sank I continued to scroll ignoring the sinking feeling then I slowly turned my head .. nothing no cat or person so i turned over on my side once again scrolling then I feel it again I froze again preparing to turn and maybe find my cat instead i turned and came face to face with a hand I shot out of bed and flipped on the lights.. nothing

I was walking to meet my friends D and B. I was meeting them at the Jcc parking lot.
I was almost there when I passed a small parking lot with one black car in it. The car was facing the same direction I was walking.

The man sitting in the car called out to be. He asked if I was a model. I said yes and he asked me where I was headed and I told him I was meeting my friends. ( important later )

He asked me if he could take pictures of me. Suddenly a pit at the bottom of my stomach. I thought about stranger danger. He looked about 35-40. It’s extremely scary. I had nightmares

I said no and he pleaded with me to just take one picture. Suddenly I got a really bad feeling. I said I had to go home. I saw a woman watering her lawn back from the way I came and I said she was my mom.

He drove closer to me so I quickly apologized and and said the woman watering her lawn was my mom and I had to go. I ran the mile home and broke out in tears when I got home.

My mom took me to the police station. I was shocked to run into D and B. I blamed myself for that because I told him I was meeting friends at the Jcc.

We three made a composite of this man. He had a black hate and a salt and pepper red beard. There was another girl who he tried to kidnap.

They never found him which is really scary.

This is two shorter stories because I believe they were caused by the same cryptid or creature.

Anyways, at my house, (which for reference is on top of a mountain in Tennessee, deep in the Appalachian mountains, with only a few houses along this road we live on, so it's pretty isolated), it's the middle of the night and we are working on renovating the house, and I hear a loud thud from the wall on the side of the house. I look out the window and nobody is outside, so me and my dad go to investigate. There is a chip/dent in the wall (it's made of wood so it's tough), and there is a cinder block laying next to the wall as if it had been thrown. It was originally laying on the ground about 10-20 feet away, so it had been picked up and moved, the ground is completely flattened where it was, it is next to a 5-7 foot tall dirt ridge and the gate to get in the property is still closed and locked as it was earlier in the night, so something had to climb (or step) down the ridge to get there, it was about 400 feet from the road or so and the ring camera in the driveway didn't see anything, so whatever did that must've been walking through the forest already. I didn't see or hear anything though, which makes it confusing, as that doesn't line up with common Bigfoot sightings. But I digress, it must've been Bigfoot or something or that nature, or maybe the Tennessee Wildman, or something along those lines.

This second encounter is more frightening than the first one in my opinion, so me and my family are hiking, there's 6 of us so it's a pretty loud group, and whatever cryptids are on the woods must not like that because my dad says "stop, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it kinda looked like a bear" and we all turn to look and all I can get a glimpse of is some big fuzzy creature ducking behind a boulder up on a ridge 20 feet above us. At this point in our hike, we are in the middle or the path, miles away from any humanity, middle of the forest, no cell service, and to top it all off, too our left is the ridge we saw the bear on, to our right is a cliff, it goes on this way for miles (the cliff flattens out slowly but the ridge stays like that the whole way). We are keeping a diligent eye because it would be bad news if a bear was right next to us, eventually we see nothing after 10 minutes and let our guard down, that's when the weirdness starts happening. A rock flies from the ridge to the path behind us, we brush it off and keep walking, we all keep seeing something in our peripheral vision, to me it looks like a huge dark brown fuzzy thing, possibly humanoid, but keeps hiding when we try to get a better look at it. We have no choice but to keep walking so we do, we start hearing grunts coming from the ridge and sticks and rocks start falling/getting thrown more and more, none hit us luckily. But as we get close to the end of the path it dies down and eventually stops. In hindsight I think it was Bigfoot or a similar creature that was unhappy with our loudness, and tried to scare us away.

Bonus little thing, my dad and grandpa found a little native american burial artifact buried on our property and my grandpa took it and now he seems to have really bad luck, so that might be because he took it or a coincidence.

Anyways if anyone knows what the cryptid/creatures they were feel free to comment them, I'm curious to see what other people think.

I’m not sure why I’m even sharing this but this event had stayed with me for years since my youth. I come from and Irish Catholic background on my Mother’s side and I went to church every week and even became an Alter Boy helping the Parish Priest perform Mass every week when I was aged around 10-15. I was a normal lad and was into football and music and drinking and going out but for some reason (probably pressure from my Mum) always stayed a practicing catholic until I left home at 20 years old and went away to Uni.
Anyway, my Mum was heavily involved in the Church and was involved in extra “prayer group” evenings and was on very friendly terms with our parish priest, along with a few other people in the church. When I was around 17 years old a family moved into our area, and started going to Mass in our local Church and were welcomed into the community. I wasn’t aware of them but my Mum and Sister would mention that the family had told the Priest and some parishioners that they were suffering from spiritual issues in the house. Classic Poltergeist-type stuff targeting the daughter in the household. I have to say at this point that some of the long established parishioners didn’t like this story and the attention this new family were attracting and the Mother was, unkindly in my opinion, given the nickname “Knock-Knock”. To cut a long story short - one evening the parish priest visited the house to check everyone was ok and I guess to provide some comfort. He then told my Mum a few nights later his story. Upon entering the house, he immediately felt uneasy but said a few prayers and from what I remember used holy water around the house. He was not there for long and then left the house and made his way home to his house which was close to the Church.

He told my Mum this story a few days later whilst they were both sat in the kitchen of his house at the kitchen table. He said that when he returned home after blessing the house. He had some food prepared by the housekeeper and then went to bed. Whilst he was trying to get to sleep he heard a knocking sound in the house and it gradually got very loud and when my Mum asked how loud he demonstrated by bringing both his fists down on the table with great force and this really shook my Mum. He said the banging was all around his bedroom and it lasted for some time until it stopped. He got the impression whatever it was had followed him from the family’s house. He was a very down-to-earth priest and not in my opinion given to theatrics or exaggeration. He was just a lovely local priest and everyone in the parish was very fond of him. There are a few other details which aren’t not important but suffice to say that I’m not sure he was ever the same after this incident. He retired soon after this happened and I believe the family moved away within a few years. The story stayed with me for many years and I often have recurring dreams of hauntings in houses where I am playing the role of an exorcist somehow trying to force the spirits out of the house. I’ve told a few people this story but I thought I would share here. I’m still not sure why…

Im gonna say it as im him
It was 2am i was up playing games when I turned the console off i was going to the bedroom but i saw something outside my door window it was tall black like the same height as the door when I noticed it it ran across the door i was scared I immediately left the house and got in my car but then i started hearing my dads voice saying where are you going get out of the car and sleep I immediately left full speed because my dad died 7 years ago i was terrified i took my stuff later that morning and sold the house im now in a new house but this time im living with my friends 30 minutes away from that house. Does anyone know what that thing was if so pls tell me

I'm 13 BTW ,so there always 2 boys in my bus there a couple years older then me they ALWAYS sit behind me, I don't know them but every time I'm on the bus they whisper about me every time and you may be worried if I'm just paranoid, but I always hear my name and I'm a little worried .But I wonder if it's just paranoia

I have a story to tell when I was 5-6 years old I had moved in with my grandmother, my mom along with my two big sister and brother after I had moved out of my dad house because my mom was going though a mentle break down leaving with my dad because he was abusive, cheater and manipulator so one day she had got me and packed our stuff left out along with me I went to my grandmother house that night to crash at after that. That night when we went over there my mom was crying ofcourse and my grandmother was helping her and also other stuff. so I went to my grandmother room and got under the blankets and sleep because that all that I can do while I was sleeping I got in a deep sleep to the point I couldn’t wake up no dream no nothing I couldn’t get up I could hear everything but I just couldn’t get up how much I try I couldn’t. So i started to cry , when I had cried and try again to get up thats when I finally woke up it was moring i went to get outta bed and went to eat cereal I didn’t tell anyone anything about what happened untill later on thats when I finally had the courage to tell them so thats when I finally got up and told my mom and grandma what happened they just told me that it was just a dream and was called off about my experience so I just went to my sister room and cried to sleep . Later on I got woken up by my mom to get up and come sleep with them which is my mom and grandma of course so I got up and went to my grandmother room and went to sleep but a 2:46 I woke up because I couldn’t sleep when I turned to my side the side my grandmother was on was the left and the other side my mom was on was the right so I turned to my left where my grandma was on and I saw a tall black figure man along a womanly figure standing by my grandmother bathroom door and closet door and when I turned a bit to the front i saw a tree with a swing set with two kids running off of it into my big brother room which was across from my grandma room along with my big sister room to the side of my big brother room . So I got sacred and tried to go to sleep but just couldn’t and I saw the tall black figure man move to me and said they won’t believe u at all and when he said this I cried and said get away from me and I closed my eyes shut and finally went to sleep. When I finally went to sleep until morning time. I shook my mom to wake her up she woke up and ask me what’s wrong i told her everything in crying tears about what happened and she said we gonna figure it out . So later on we search up on her computer what happened nothing showed up like what happened to me and due to that i woke my grandmother up too and told her what’s wrong i told her and she went dead serious and said thats the curse of the devil what happened to me so me and my mom got scared and I told my aunt what happened and she came over dressed up and we told her what happened and she said we pray over u and my mom about what happened so we prayed to together and later on it got even badder and it kept happening untill one day I just grew outta it and to this day I still get kinda chills about what happened.

I should start off by saying that I love all the spooky stuff.

I love horror movies and ghost stories.

I can watch a scary movie by myself at midnight and then go straight to bed without fear of nightmares hindering my sleep.

My friends find it strange, though, that I am vehemently against going to any sort of ghost tour or “real” haunted house.  

I don’t know if ghosts are actually real. And if they are, I don’t want to know.

Being scared is only fun if it’s not real.

My story happened around 15 years ago. I was a freshman in college and some friends and I were back in our hometown for the weekend. One of those friends attended a university near our hometown, so after hanging out we all decided to stay in his dorm together since his roommate was away for the weekend.

There were six of us, four girls and two boys.

After spending a few hours sharing stories about our first couple months away at school, we all went to bed. The friend who lived there and his girlfriend slept in his bed, the other couple on the floor, and one of my girlfriends and I slept in the roommate’s bed. My friend slept on the outside and I slept on the inside between her and the wall.

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I woke up to a loud thudding in the hallway.

Initially, in my groggy state, I assumed it was a bunch of frat guys returning from a night of debauchery; but I quickly realized I didn’t hear any voices.

There was no laughter. Or conversation.

No tripping over drunken feet or bragging about conquests.

There was only thudding.

Loud thudding.

It was so loud that the floor beneath me was shaking. The thudding would become louder and then more quiet as the shaking would intensify and then become faint, almost as if someone (or something) massive was running up and down the hallway.

Eventually the thudding subsided, replaced by the comparable beating of my heart.

I laid back down and turned to the side so I was facing the wall. My heart started to steady slightly as I tentatively tried to go back to sleep.

The very moment I closed my eyes, I heard a noise. This time I think my heart actually sank. It fell into my stomach, spitting out butterflies that darted around manically trying to find an escape.

Right by my head, on the wall next to me, was the tiniest

Tap tap tap

My eyes shot open, only revealing painted concrete and silence.

The butterflies raced up my throat, chasing the light that would be their emergency exit.

But I quickly swallowed them down, back into the darkness, and listened to the rhythmic snores of my friends.

It’s crazy how quickly we can gaslight ourselves, but it only took about 10 seconds to decide that I must have been imagining things. I closed my eyes and again, at the precise moment of complete darkness, I heard it.

Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.

Again my eyes flew open, and again the tapping stopped. Immediately.

I stared at the wall, feeling as though I was in a competition that I never wanted to be a part of.

Trying to be clever, I closed my eyes and reopened them quickly, only lasting slightly longer than a blink.

Tap. Stop.

I shut them hard as I counted to 10 before opening my eyes again.

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap TAP TAP.

Stop.

The tears started to drown my eyes, so I shut them for good.

As the tapping taunted me I just decided to pray. I think I said the Lord’s Prayer and combined it with a desperate plea to not see anything.

I knew if I saw something it would ruin me.

I just kept praying and repeating for what felt like hours until I guess I fell back asleep. The next sound I heard gave me some relief—the familiar voices of my friends laughing and discussing the poor sleeping arrangements as the sun peeked through the slightly bent blinds.

I sat up and asked if anyone else heard something last night. They all shook their heads, so I told them my story.

This is when we were provided with some previously withheld information. Information that, had I known, I never would have stayed in that dorm.

Apparently, the floor in this building used to be an all-girl’s floor. I can’t remember all the specifics of the story, but at one point a young woman killed herself there. I want to say there was bullying involved, but I’m not certain. After her death, her spirit constantly haunted and taunted the girls who lived there.

Eventually the disturbance became so heavy that they switched the girls’ and boys’ floors. After the switch, the hauntings stopped.

But whenever girls come to visit, the activity starts up again.

My friends asked why I didn’t wake them when this was all happening, but there just wasn’t a chance in hell that I was about to go ghost-hunting. I didn’t need the image of a translucent tortured soul to follow me around for the rest of my life.

And maybe that’s selfish.

I don’t know what she wanted—If she was seeking retribution for what happened to her.

Or maybe she was asking for help.

Or desperate for a friend.

Regardless, at 18, I just couldn’t have been of any help to her. I just couldn’t take the chance of seeing something.

And now I get to live my life in peaceful uncertainty.

Ignorance is bliss.

I’m in my 30s now and have never had a similar experience. I’ve remained ghost-free over the years and would recommend to anyone who wants to live this lifestyle to follow a few simple rules:

One.

Always own a cat and an ice maker. You can blame almost any noise or displaced items on one of the two.  

Two.

Watch horror movies that torment you. Figure out what genre steals your peace and remains with you for weeks, then watch as many as you can. Once you reach the apex of fear, there’s nothing left to scare you.

And three.

This one is the most important:

Don’t open your eyes.

my landlord warned me never to open the door to anyone after midnight, no matter how familiar their voice sounded.

Three weeks later, at 2:13 a.m., I heard my own voice outside my door whisper, “Please let me in—I know you’re pretending to be asleep.”

I have a lot of stories of these hallucinations so buckle up. Also before you read these i am not schizophrenic. I think these are all just caused by my active imagination as a kid. I'm sorry if the stories run off on tangents that just how i talk sadly.

-These will all be stories from when i was younger. I'll say when stories will be from more recent times.

1. When I was taking my dog out, now i live near a bunch of farms and forests so my backyard is like just a small forest and behind it is a giant field. Luckily we have a leash thing we clip onto our dog so we don't gotta go out into the yard though. Anyways i let him do his business watching over cause of coyotes cause he's a medium dog and was a teen kinda at the time. And in the dang corner of my eye i feel something staring, and i look over and its just this tall skinny pale man creature looking at me smiling. It had stretched out skin, darks spots, and eerily long limbs. I still remember exactly where it was standing before i rushed to get my dog in by pulling him inside, and it like just moved behind a tree. Now i refuse to let the dog out unless the sun is out and there's no other option. Usually my hallucinations go away if i look at them so it was why i was so freaked out.

2. Now to give a needed tour of my room cause its needed for this. It was small, and my footrest of my bed was pointed to my closet, and the door into my room if you walked in a straight line you'd be in between my footrest and closet. Anyways when I was getting ready for bed, getting ready to turn on my TV which is my only light source after i turn my main light off. I see a black shadow thing crawl and giggle behind my footrest. It giggled exactly how my older brother did at the time. I thought he was messing with me so i told him to come out and stop it. I waited a few minutes before nothing else happened, when i peered over the footrest, no one was there. And my bed was stuffed underneath so he'd have to move things to get under. So i panicked and ran out of my room just to find my family talking in my parents room. Didn't tell them why i came in panicked until later.

3. I was in bed trying to sleep next to my cat when i heard something. It wasn't quiet like the others, it went from normal to extreme banging from the ceiling. We have no attic just a crawl space barely. It was super loud and sounded as if a grown man was banging with all his might to get to me, my cat even reacted to it. I ran out of the room immediately to which it stopped after i went to my mom. After i went back to the room i slept normally with no complications somehow.

4. I woke up randomly in the middle of the night with my TV still on. And below it i had a like shelving unit to which my door was right up on it. Like my door closed would almost rub against it. My door was creaked open a slight bit more then pressed into the wall and i saw this long pale hand that had long sharp nails poke out and start just grabbing at my earrings i had on my shelving unit. I just froze and couldn't move. It just kept trying to grab or like hook my earrings on its nails, and i couldn't see anything other then the hand. After i heard a drop as if something it messed with dropped it slid back to the shadows of behind the door. All the earrings were there in the morning though. I now always fully press my door against the wall.

5. I was staying up cause that was fun for me at the time and role playing on some online game like i used to. Then i heard some weird noise. Now like i said i lived near the woods, and my window was facing the woods. Plus my bed was pressed up against it so i just looked over at the wall the window was on and i saw this large bird like thing. That was flying all weird and then It perched up near my window. And i bragged about it the next morning cause what kid doesn't brag about seeing cool animals? To which my parents told me i lied because to what i didnt think of, My window isn't near anything for that size of a animal to perch on. Let alone perch and stare into my window like i remember it doing. So remembering that kinda terrified me to think about.

6. Another night of me staying up i heard my dad wake up. He wakes up at 5 am all the time, and he goes to the basement with our dog and then watches something until work starts. I finally could go downstairs basically. I used to not go downstairs at all. I would see things everywhere around me, even now too. Worse when i was a kid, if i was left alone downstairs in the dark i would curl into a ball in a corner and cry because of the hallucinations. It got worse in the night and when i was alone basically. Anyways i grabbed some gummies to eat and went upstairs again. My room is at the end of the hall, and as i got up the stairs i see these two figures staring at me. Ones larger and standing and the other is crouched down almost crawling position and both just stared at me as if i interrupted them. I blinked a few times and then they were just gone. I remembered my heart just sunk as a ran to my room and hid under my covers tryna calm down.

-Now these two will be more recent stories from like a month or two ago and the other from last year but later months.

1. I went downstairs alone for the first time in years okay i was proud of myself. I still felt the watching feeling of course but i ignored it. I made myself some hot chocolate to help me sleep and absolutely drank it all cause i run up the stairs. Got used to it after years of not wanting to see things out the window of the bottom of my stairs. Horrible placement honestly.. so i grabbed like some snacks then walked to the stairs. Now the way my stairs turns you have to look down this really small hall that shows you the kitchen and middle area between the living room and kitchen. So i'm on the first three steps before it turns to the actual stairs and as i quickly stare to that area my blood runs cold and i can't move. You know that video game thing for invisible people? I know its stupid to desrcibe it like this but its all i can think of. But its That thing where you can slightly see the back round distort and the glitch around them? I saw that. It didn't go away when i looked or blinked. It just paused, and i could feel it stare at me before it started walking to me like power walking. I felt pure adrenaline and fear like i haven't before ever in my life. I booked it upstairs and my heart hurt like crazy after wards to the point i was sick. I still haven't gone down alone without atleast a cat now.

2. My mom checks on me at night to make sure i'm not on my phone which i go around. She stopped recently cause im older but occasionally will. So I'm in my room, doing crunches for some reason at 2 am. I had my phone leaning on my legs that were up and then i heard the floor start creaking. Like the exact creaking i hear when my mom comes in annoyed that i'm up still. Its a very specific noise, and then i saw a black shadowy figrue walk in and start the beginning of calling my name. I shot the heck up ready to apologize and say I'll go to sleep but no one was there. Just silence and no cats either to make the creaking noise. I just went the heck to sleep at that point.

These are all the ones i remember clearly for the most part. Or are actually interesting. Most of the time its just people walking by my door way out of the corner of my eye, or my name being called out and it turns out to be no one calling my name. Plus that one time no one was home and i saw my brother playing games on the couch but after i took a triple glanced it kinda just went away.

Last time I posted I told you guys about some dude that kept stalking me, he hasn't come back for a long time.

Well, now that changed, and I feel like all my efforts to avoid it is all in vain, I don't know if having a cop check the woods every day/night is going to fix things, it's annoying and I'm scared, I don't know what this guy's issue is with me, I don't know him and there is such little worth in what I own that I don't even know if that's what he's after.

If he has a weapon or something, what am I going to do? My Remmington is just a scare tactic, I have no idea if it's as simple as point and shoot, it kind of seems like he's studying my reaction to things, last night he must have been tossing stones at my back door because a new crack came about and there are small rocks at the entrance.

worst part is, my cameras never caught him, I guess he knows about them and just stayed far away enough to be out of sight, he wears a mask, so it doesn't make sense for him to care about his identity being shown but it's whatever, all that matters is that he made himself known again.

If he is just messing with me and likes spooking people, which isn't exactly unrealistic, but why is he so loyal to me, maybe he didn't get reactions from others?

I also think he wanted to get me outside, but I was asleep, so it clearly didn't work. I might get a case done because he damaged my property so hopefully that can be arranged and an actual investigation can be put in place.

I'm going to go ask the owner of the wooded area, if the masked guy was in there maybe he caught something on his cameras.

I'll keep you all updated if anything else happens but for now, that's all.

Hello everyone! Do you have any scary stories about events that happened to you while living or visiting Wolf Creek, Oregon? I’m planning to include a segment on my podcast or any paranormal stories.

So this is the story of my uncle (mama), my mom’s brother.

This happened a long time ago and I’ve been hearing this story since I was a child.

My uncle (mama) is a heavy drinker. He used to come home late at night after drinking, and he’s been like this for as long as I can remember.

Since he’s from a village, he isn’t really afraid of going out at night. And it’s not just ghosts he isn’t afraid of. He doesn’t even worry about thieves or the possibility of someone attacking him. When he’s drunk, he barely thinks about anything.

But the women in the village were scared to go outside at night because they believed in ghosts.

Apparently there are ghosts around the area where my grandma’s house is, and some people have even claimed to have seen them. Ofc there were no streetlights at night and the neighbours lived quite far away from one another just like in a typical village. There was also a huge open field right outside my grandma’s house.

A lot of people had supposedly felt the presence of something supernatural in that field and some had even claimed that something appeared right in front of them.

At the end of the field, there were three roads: one going straight, one turning left, and another leading towards my grandma’s house.

Apparently that place was known as Teenkunia (the three-way junction) and people believed that ghosts are always around at that place.

People avoided going there in the afternoon and evening. Otherwise, they might get possessed or something might follow them home.

Now coming to my mama’s story........

That night he was coming home after drinking, just like he always did. He had a packet of cigarettes in his pocket, was completely drunk, and was stumbling as he walked.

Since he was from that village, he was familiar with the place and he could sense negative energy and that night he felt something unusual.

The entire field was dark and deserted. There wasn't a single person around except him.

When he looked up, he saw something that looked like a jinn or some kind of demon. This thing was so enormous that it seemed bigger than the entire field itself It was sitting there with its legs spread apart and I can't even explain how ridiculously huge its legs were.

Compared to that thing my mama was practically the size of an ant. 😭

And guess what? Even after seeing it he wasn't scared cuz he was so used to these kinds of things that he simply sat down where he was and started smoking.

He didn't move an inch even though that enormous creature was right in front of him. He just kept smoking until he finished all his cigarettes.

Then my mama came up with an idea...

He urinated right there and even splashed a little of it on himself.

Disgusting ryt? 😭 But apparently it worked!!!!!!!!!!

The creature disappeared and my mama casually continued walking home as if nothing had happened. He wasn't scared at all. He just went home like it was an ordinary night.

BUT AFTER HEARING THIS STORY I SWEAR I ALWAYS LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER WHENEVER I GO SOMEWHERE JUST TO MAKE SURE THERE'S NOTHING BEHIND ME.

Because imagine if my mama hadn't seen that thing that night.it might have strangled him to death and nobody would have ever known how he died. 💀

It happened in 1998. I was 5, my friend was four. In my front garden we played on a red seesaw (teeter totter for my US/CA friends). Like all kids back then, we'd dragged every toy I owned into the garden, including the incredibly creepy doll we were all scared of. It even freaked out my parents and no one knew why.

That day, the creepy doll was lying beside us. Something felt wrong. We kept looking at the doll, laid on it's front because we were so scared of it's face. To this day I have no idea why we took it outside.

Then, the doll rolled over. We stopped. Stared. The dolls super-stiff neck TURNED. It looked at us and BLINKED.

We ran inside screaming.

My toys were packed, brought inside, and the doll... disappeared.

But when I was a teen, we were clearing out our upstairs cupboard we found the creepy doll, and it was standing upright.

I screamed and threw it out the house (my dad wanted to keep it).

I was telling my mum about it today. She said she was terrified of that thing and knew something was wrong with it. Every time she saw it... it's eyes were looking somewhere else! She said it used to stand in my room, in the corner, looking at my bed.

I had a sudden memory. The doll used to SPEAK to me. I would scream, too scared to run. It spoke to me by name. I'm sure it was a man's voice.

This is where the story gets worse.

Mum thinks the doll had a camera in its eyes and was rigged to a radio/walkie talkie.

It was a nanny cam... but we don't know who was on the other side.

But could nanny cams move in the 90s? How would they have known to move the eyes unless it was attached to a live feed? Could it even have a live feed back then?

Either way, the doll was possessed.

One night I passed out at around ten p.m, when I woke up, I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even feel my body.

I was fully awake and I was able to hear myself snore and could smell my own breath.

But I couldn’t feel myself breathing. I never felt fear so clearly before. What was weird, I knew how terrified I should have been but I wasn’t. The sinking claustrophobia was squishing me. The paranoia as well. All those emotions were invisible externally. Internally they were physical, as if they had texture.

I was able to think, but thinking made me jump from one terror to the next. 

Where was I?

How did I get here?

Am I dead?

Once I said that, I started spinning. I began pulsing. My voice which was my body inside my mind was being stretched out and wrinkled back to normal.

How could these emotions be affecting me and not my actual body. It didn’t make sense. I figured, I must have been dreaming. But there wasn’t any color, any scenes, it was just an unsettling darkness.

It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t hot. And that’s when I realized, I was just a voice. Chemicals acting in my brain. 

But if I was just a voice, shouldn’t there be like a orangey-red haze, or some kind of static color other than absolute black.

I had to be in a coma, I told myself. What else could explain me waking up mentally but not physically. 

That was when I heard a noise. It sounded like something scratching the floor followed by two voices whose language I had trouble picking up. It didn’t even sound like a language, it was more of a frequency. 

I had no idea what they were saying, and I had no clue as to what they looked like. I knew they were there though.

Not just by their sounds. They heightened the fight-or-flight part of my brain. I was covered in tiny, haired defensive spikes. 

I started sensing inertia as if my body was being moved. A pressure squeezed my brain. 

I just started yelling, I didn’t know what else to do, I shouted, “wake up,” over a hundred times. I needed to get out from beneath my skull. It became a sensation of being trapped under water.

Through me yelling, I heard a mechanical door shut and the voices speaking. 

They sounded like broken fax machines when it spoke. I thought I was there for hours, slowly being tormented, jailed in a shadow without a body. 

There was nothing I could to do alert my physical self that we were awake. I worried about forever being stuck that way. The spikes came back with the sense of being an empty shell followed. I got angry at myself for falling asleep.

I shouldn’t have. I should have just stayed up. I had all these regrets sticking to me like post-it notes. I couldn’t help it. I blamed myself. While in between thoughts, I completely shut off.

Next thing I remember, after waking up the second time, my body and my mind both woke up together, but when I woke up, at first I remembered everything like broken bits of a dream and when I went to go to bed that night, It all came together, not as scattered dream scenes, it was the entire memory. 

Being kidnapped by someone I thought I was a friend, drugged and driven to an isolated spot. Looking back I know what the plan was for me that evening