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a 9-year-old boy was playing with my friends at my local park being young and oblivious I didn't really notice anything unusual at first I kept playing until I noticed my best friend who was one year older than me and someone I looked up to staring at the tree line with a pale wide-eyed look of sheer Terror he couldn't tear his Gaz away from it curious and fearful about what could have caused such an intense reaction from someone I knew to be so Fearless I followed his eyes and tried to catch his gaze as I looked

over at the tree line I slowly began to see a woman her features were hard to make out as the Sun was shining directly behind the trees blinding me but even with that I could see the way she was standing was surreal her feet were crouched on the ground and she had her hands pressed against her eyebrows like she was trying to make binoculars with her hands peculiar as it was my friend and I decided to brush it off and continue playing at our young ages we weren't really aware of the dangers of the world

and were more focused on enjoying our time together before summer ended a few hours later around 10: or 11:00 p.m. I was lying in my bed when I heard an eerie sound coming from my window it wasn't the usual scraping sound of keys on glass but rather something like sharp nails dragging back and forth across the window pane to understand how strange this was you need to know that my room was on the second floor and my window was positioned high up about 16 to 18 ft off the ground it was not a low hanging

window it was placed at the top of the room to my right so when I decided to push past my feet here and investigate the sound I stood on top of my bed and peaked out the window to my absolute horror I saw the same woman from the park even though I hadn't had a chance to get a good look at her features before it was unmistakably her her unique posture and physique made it clear she was gripping my window sill with her hands her cold dead eyes staring directly at me we locked Eyes For

What felt like 5 minutes but in in reality it was probably only 5 seconds then to my horror the woman broke the Silence by scraping the window not with her nails but by opening her mouth so wide I could see the back of her throat she then pressed her teeth to the window pane and bit down as if trying to chew through it at that moment to my absolute shock the woman began to bang her head against the glass over and over again that was all I needed to snap me out of my frozen Terror

I bolted out of my room and ran straight to my parents room as soon as I told my dad what I had seen he sprang out of bed grabbed a weapon from his nightstand while my mom called the police my parents and I waited anxiously for the police and after what felt like an eternity they finally arrived they searched the house and found nothing except for the broken glass on the floor of my bedroom they were as confused as we were there were no traces of how anyone could have climbed that high and no Footprints

or evidence were found anywhere around the house after that my parents didn't allow me outside without a Guardian security cameras and an electric fence were installed around our property to this day my only question is how could have someone climbed that high and left no evidence whatsoever in such a short span of [Applause] time this story happened over the summer I had started seeing this guy I met through mutual friends and we had been hitting it off for a while I won't say exactly where for privacy but one of our first dates was a late

night drive to a popular Lake area in the Roaring Fork Valley of Colorado the first night we went we enjoyed some green and spent time chatting under the Moonlight a night full of romance conversation and a little bit of passion after we left and went back to my place to watch Hulu he and I both have busy schedules but we had another Whirlwind date to the same area about 3 weeks later the the moon wasn't quite full but that didn't stop us from enjoying each other's company now for a bit of layout of the land

this Lake and Park area has two places where folks can park Vehicles one where you can pay a sum of money to park while you enjoy the lake or a dirt track where folks usually go hiking we were parked in my car on this dirt lot Trail both times the second time we pulled up there was another car parked there it was past midnight and we assumed that whoever was in the other car was likely doing what we were as well as what we were about to start doing we got out smoked a little and

even though I was having a good time something felt off you know that feeling that someone's watching you amplify that by five and that's what I was feeling I figured it was a mixture of exhaustion and a few hits off the joint made me feel a little jumpy so I didn't pay much attention to that that feeling but I did keep in mind to be aware of my surroundings after smoking we climbed into my back seat and started cuddling and kissing I had the car running with the headlights on and just because I was feeling

a little anxious I had the doors locked too as my date and I started getting a little hot and heavy he began to lay me down on my back in the passenger seat as our lips broke apart for a second I glanced out the windshield quickly and my blood ran cold I saw something darkart behind a tree that was lit by my headlights I froze for a second and after a pause I saw something that has been seared in my mind permanently there was a shirtless old man wearing torn up overalls with a scraggly beard

peeking out from behind that tree almost like a kid peeking around a corner during a game of hide and seek it was almost as if he knew I saw him because he quickly darted back behind the tree but I could still see the side of his leg from where I was positioned my date was still kissing my neck and his head began to move back to my lips but I stopped him and whispered trying to remain as calm as possible with the adrenaline rushing through me I wish I was making this up but we have

to go right now there's a man behind that tree right there I'm motion slowly with my head to where I had seen the man I don't know how long he's been there I don't want to find out my date quickly darted his head to the side and Whisper shouted no way I instructed him to follow my lead since we had locked the car I didn't want to exit the vehicle after seeing what I had seen as carefully as I could I sort of spider crawled over to my center console and settled into the scene my

date followed suit accidentally bumping my head with his knee in the process I began the process of trying to get the car out of that bumpy dirt lot as quickly as possible without bottoming out the car I white knuckled the steering wheel for the 5m drive back into town as soon as I was far enough away to finally process what had happened I became nauseous from the fear I also began to shake and my date being the absolute G he is calmly asked me to pull over so that he could drive us back to my

place safely as soon as we entered the doors of my home we began a debrief on what we possibly saw at first I thought of the first logical explanation the other car that was there maybe the owner had to step out to relieve himself or something but this was past midnight in Colorado in the mountains despite it being summer those mountains still get pretty chilly at night and it was definitely cold why would he be shirtless and why did he dark behind the tree only to peek out and watch for as long as he did

and then dart back behind it was he watching us who was he my date from that night and I have still been going pretty steady and we still try to figure out what it possibly could have been even 3 months later if you're going for late night Drive where you park please make sure you never go alone make sure someone has your location and always and I really do mean always be aware of your surroundings I have lived in Colorado for the majority of my life encountering Bears mountain lions and coyotes heck I was even

chased by a bull when I was a teenager but none of those encounters compare to the sheer Terror I felt seeing that man after midnight around the ages of 12 and 14 I would often sleep in my older brother's room I would set up my blanket and pillow on the floor next to his bed and we would talk about dreams and nightmares we had had fictitious scenarios and other random topics that I have no recollection of now but after the conversation and laughter would end I had to deal with the part I dreaded most about

sleeping in his room the awful silence and the oppressive Darkness all around me I could have sworn I would experience something paranormal almost every night in that room whether it was lingering Shadows that I may have very well been imagining strange noises or the time I felt an all to real sensation of something gripping my blanket that happened while we were still awake and I remember rushing my brother to turn the light on while I lay there in absolute Terror however in typical paranormal fashion nothing was there but this one experience I had in that

room still freaks me out to this day one day as I usually did I decided to sleep in his room the only thing I did differently that night was set up my sleeping space on his recliner we talked for a few hours past midnight and finally we fell asleep or rather he fell asleep to tell the truth I was stuck in my usual state of impending doom but this time I think my fear was justified while I lay there reclined with my arms on the armrests trying my hardest to fall asleep I heard the worst

thing my younger self could ever hear scratching on the back of the chair my eyes immediately darted to my brother's bed wanting to call out to him for help to get whatever this thing was behind the chair to leave but nothing came out of my mouth I lay there motionless and unable to speak my heart pounding so hard that I could feel it in my wrists the scratching persisted slow and Sinister my young mind imagined a horrifying dark creature with gray hands and long black fingernails crouched Behind the Chair purposely trying to scare me but

another more logical part of my mind wondered if it was possibly a rat or some fabric in the back of the chair ripping but none of that made sense the scratching was too slow and control R to be an animal or something tearing I ended up not saying anything and just waited for the scratching to stop eventually after what seemed like forever it did but I knew better than to stay in that awful room straight out of a horror film so I went back to my room when I told everyone about the incident in the

morning I got a bunch of comments like that's creepy or that's weird until it was brushed off my brother never minded hearing things in his room one time he heard an object fall off his window sill in the middle of the night and instead of getting freaked out like a normal person he just thought well whatever and went back to sleep now I am not that type of person every paranormal experience I've had in that house is probably going to stay ingrained in my mind for the rest of my life [Applause] walking to your mailbox

to get the mail and mowing your lawn are normal trivial tasks that no one thinks much about but when someone is watching you do those things it's a different story for as long as my dad could remember living there every time he went outside to cut the grass or do any other task she would be watching him from across the street in the scorching Texas heat out there in her night gown no shade no drink just sitting there her borderline emaciated figure and lack of expression stood out as concerning to my dad and most times

when he saw her he would wave but she never waved back my mom said that when she would wave at the old woman it would be returned but for some reason she never acknowledged my dad one day while my dad was sitting on the porch having a drink with his friend the woman was there quiet and motionless a guy who lived with her returned home from work and was assumed to be her son Tom parked his car in the driveway got out and walked right past her what a jerk my dad thought he didn't even

say hi to her or offer to bring her a drink or help her inside he and his friend continued their conversation and about 10 minutes later Tom walked back outside hey man do you want a beer my dad called out he knew Tom and though he was frustrated with his actions or lack thereof toward his mother he thought he would invite him over and possibly ask him about her Tom said yes and walked across the street to join them after they chatted and got comfortable my Dad decided to bring it up is that your mom

who sits in the chair outside Tom looked confused what do you mean uh the old woman who sits in that chair every day my dad said waiting for him to catch on but he didn't my dad then went on to describe her appearance and informed Tom that he had been seeing her daily it was difficult to tell whether Tom was shocked sad or scared he then went on to tell my dad that his mom had passed away a few years ago and used to live in that house the chair my dad said he saw her

sitting in was her favorite chair Tom brought my dad across the street to tell his girlfriend about what he had seen and she was equally baffled but it gave them comfort knowing that their mother was still there with them ghosts and demons weren't of any interest to my dad back in the day he never believed in them he thought any sightings of ghosts could be explained by Logic and reason and that the people telling the stories were just straight up lying probably for attention but this was one of the experiences that made him question what

he believed and Ponder the possibility of the spiritual realm of Good and Evil I have had nightmares for as long as I can remember it started with recurring dreams about friendly childhood figures like Snuffleupagus chasing me and devouring me and progressed to more realistic scenarios such as being shot as I got older I'm not not bothered by my nightmares anymore I have unfortunately grown quite accustomed to them however there is one nightmare that has stuck with me for years and it was unlike any other scary dream I have had let me preface this by saying

I had recently visited the Museum of Shadows a museum near my hometown that showcases supposedly haunted artifacts from around the world I consider myself a bit of a skeptic when it comes to ghosts but I don't limit myself to what could possibly exist and what could not growing up in a religious household I was raised in a family that strongly believed in demons and possession I still admittedly believe in such things which may have influenced the experience I am about to tell you but I still don't know if it was purely psychological in the museum

there's a basement filled with demonic objects items that allegedly contain spirits that have armed people being someone who loves Thrills I excitedly explored this section reading the stories and seeing the things that supposedly caused so much harm that a jar of holy water is kept at the entrance to bless those who enter and protect them I had rented one of those ghost detectors that beeps when there's a fluctuation in energy which is often associated with ghosts I wasn't getting any response from my device and when I did it was usually because I was pointing it

at spots where electrical wires ran however when I stood in the center of the basement where no walls or electrical wires were present I suddenly got a large response from the ghost detector I looked around to see what could be causing it holding the device up down and side to side checking for possible energy fluctuations I was then surrounded by a cold air that gave me goosebumps I looked up expecting to see an air vent but there was none I stepped out of this one spot and immediately felt fine experimentally I held my hand out

to see if the cold was contained to that spot and to my surprise it was I looked down at the ground and suddenly noticed that the spot I was standing on was marked with an X in duct tape after finishing up my museum experience I decided to ask the curator about the X on the floor to see what it meant oh she said this building is very old there might have been some tragic incidents long before we moved in here we Mark areas like that to show where someone has died according to the history of

the building I was in disbelief and a bit shocked I did feel like it was a gimmick and I was unamused by this fact I thanked the curator for her explanation and left that night as I was about to sleep I I started thinking about my experience again had I really encountered a ghost a demon or was it all circumstantial and psychological I slept on it trying to ignore the unease I felt when I finally fell asleep I woke up in my dark room confused I looked around wondering why the night had felt so short

as a lucid dreamer I preferred my usual checks around the room to see if there were any abnormalities that could confirm whether I was asleep or not while I was performing my look around I felt a shift on the side of my bed like a sudden pressure being applied I snapped my head to the side and there crouching by my bed was a decrepit lady her bony hands were pressing into my mattress her eyes were large and pure white her mouth locked in a grotesque grin with missing teeth her hair was dark scraggly and falling

out her skin was wrinkled almost corpse-like and devoid of color she knelt beside me Frozen in place her Hollow eyes seemingly staring right through me count my fingers she croaked in a voice that was a strange mix of a whisper and a groan terrified and confused I looked down at her fingers against my will my index finger began to touch each one of her cold skeletal fingers and I counted aloud how many she had 1 2 3 but she didn't have 10 fingers three I said my voice shaky you you have three fingers with alarming

speed she whipped her hands behind her hiding them from view before rapidly returning them to the bed this time more fingers were placed on the mattress but not all of them were hers some of the fingers looked like they had been taken from another person's body I couldn't tell I started counting again 1 2 3 4 in the corner of my vision I saw her pluck one of the fingers off the bed and hide it behind her back as if to trick me I said nothing and continued counting 5 6 seven including the one she

had hidden behind her back without touching it her face Twisted into a horrifying frown her mouth opening wide and she moved again hiding her hands as she shifted her fingers around then she placed a large sum of fingers on the bed her grin returned count my fingers she rasped I started counting again but now she was removing fingers left and right trying to get me to mess up just once I still have no clue what her plan was or who or what she is and I have no idea what would happen if I miscounted 13

14 15 I paused as I went to place my finger on the 16th finger she pulled it away before I could touch it out of sheer panic I blurted 17 I said the wrong number her eyes widened with a hunger that reminded me of a starving man looking at a hot meal her grin stretched wider if that was even possible slowly she lowered herself from a crouching position until she was no longer visible all the while maintaining direct eye contact with me I jolted up wide-eyed looking around my room I heard skittering noises it was

Pitch Black and I couldn't see anything my hands fumbled around the nightstand as I grabbed the Xbox controller I kept there in case I needed to throw something it felt solid real in my hands too real to be a dream suddenly I felt her jump out onto the foot of my bed she began crawling toward me at a terrifying Pace I was then startled awake sitting up as fast as I could my room was dark and it looked exactly the same as it had in my nightmare I felt insane there was no way that had

been real I pinched my arm I was for sure awake this time but in my left hand I still gripped the black Xbox controller I couldn't explain it I am not someone who sleepwalks or does things like this in my sleep my only conclusion was that it was a very Vivid dream but her face still haunts me and I can't help but Wonder did a demon attach itself to me that night [Applause] I'm a 21-year-old female and this happened when I was around 14 I wish I had sent this story in shortly after it happened

so I could remember all the details more vividly but I'll recount it the best I can my best friend at the time Courtney and I were very into the world of the Paranormal and all things spooky we used to make Ouija boards out of paper take them to our local park and graveyard and play with them frequently there are many stories I could tell about what happened during those sessions but I'll save that for another time now I am a firm believer that if you're calling out to the spirit realm even just in your bedroom

during the daytime you're always leaving a door open and anything could come through I think that's what happened in our case as we used to call out to things often not just with the Ouija board for some Conta let me tell you about some other things that happened around that time Courtney and I would have frequent sleepovers where we would watch movies eat snacks and just hang out nothing out of the ordinary would happen until we woke up in the morning we used to top and tail in a single bed for those unfamiliar with the

term it's when two people sleep in the same bed but with their heads on opposite ends I have always been a super light sleeper when sharing a bed with someone this is something that has continued into my adult life so every little move Courtney made I could feel and it would wake me up briefly after we had eaten all of our snacks and watched some movies we would get pretty tired and decide to call it a night as you can imagine we would leave behind bowls cups and other things that we would clean up in

the morning but when we woke up everything in the room would be in places that we hadn't left them I remember one time I had placed both of my team TV remotes on my desk chair after turning the TV off and the large popcorn bowl we had been using was on my desk along with the glasses that we had been drinking from but when we woke up both TV remotes along with the popcorn bowl were on the bed between us and the glasses had been moved to my bedside table we have both sworn to this

day that neither of us moved anything around this happened so frequently that it got to the point where we had to take pictures of the room before and after we went to sleep to see if anything had moved I should mention that my house isn't haunted and this happened both at my place and at hers when we stayed over at each other's houses neither of us have ever been Sleepwalkers so the whole thing was just bizarre another thing that happened during one of our sleepovers was that we had just woken up in the morning by

this point Courtney had been sleeping on a mattress on the floor to give us more space I was lying on my bed and she was on the floor suddenly I felt a very distinct single fingertip harshly poked me on my spine it was so hard that it made me jolt and startle verbally you know that feeling when someone comes up behind you and pokes their fingers into the sides of your waist to tickle you it felt just like that I laughed at first because I 100% assumed it was Courtney but when I saw her very

confused expression when I asked if it was her she swore she didn't do it by this point I had been friends with her for 3 or 4 years and I knew when she was lying I knew she was serious and I was freaked out to say the least now this last experience is the one I'm recounting in this post and it's by far the most bizarre thing that's ever happened to me I still can't explain it to this day Courtney and I had agreed to have yet another sleepover this time though her little sisters weren't

home for the weekend so we could use their bunk beds for the night which was the first time we had ever done this I should mention that around this time we would often get boys phone numbers and message them during our sleepovers like most teenage girls do we grabbed our snacks from the store and made it back to Courtney's Place we decided to chill out for a bit in our sister's room since that's where we would be spending the night we were both sitting on the bottom bunk when we got a message on Courtney's phone

from an unknown number that simply said hey we looked at each other confused and asked who's this the reply was the same who is this at first we assumed it was a boy or someone from our school trying to mess with us but the messages started getting stranger they started saying things like I know you and again we assumed it was someone messing with us we played along amused and replied okay if you know me what's my name the reply came back Courtney at this point we didn't think it was that strange maybe it was

someone who knew us but then it got creepier the text started saying things like I see you and I can see you right now we got a little freaked out but we continued playing along thinking it was still a prank Courtney replied if you can see me then what am I doing right now the response sitting on your sister's bed that's when our blood ran cold how we both looked out the window to see if we could spot anyone but we saw nothing we decided to shut the curtains just in case the messages kept getting

creepier saying things like I know everything about you at this point we were getting really freaked out we decided to ask something no one would know something Courtney did not tell people just to rule out the possibility of a prank no one knew her middle name and that's when she asked what's my middle name the reply CBN we were confused for a moment until my blood ran cold again those were Courtney's initials her first middle and last name I remember we asked the number where are you it replied in the walls which freaked us out

even more there were other creepy things the messages said but those are the details I remember most vividly we were pretty freaked out at this point so we began crosschecking all the numbers I had in my phone against this one texting Courtney after a while we found a match it was Courtney's own phone number sending the messages we checked a dozen times just to make sure we weren't going crazy but it was definitely her number the messages stopped after about an hour and it began responding the way it normally does when you text your own

number we sent hi and got a reply hi we sent how are you and got the reply how are you and so on I have tried to search online to see if anyone has had an experience like this but I have found nothing all I have come across is stuff about people being able to hack your own number and send messages from it but even then you usually get spam text about bills or someone has used your credit card and even if it was some weird hacker how did they know where we were what we

were wearing and everything else about us the whole thing was just incredibly creepy I'm still searching for an explanation [Applause] to provide some context I was in my senior year of college it was a bit stressful all around in order to make some extra cash to fund my thesis project I decided to pick up a job at a nationwide retailer that sold scented products shower gels candles lotions Etc what was nice about this job was that I was able to quickly move up from sales associates to keyh holders essentially a manager on duty within the

year this story takes place shortly after that promotion another thing to note is that the mall where I worked was an outdoor mall in order for employees to run trash or shipments every store had a back door that led to a private hallway which then led to the outside this way we didn't have to worry about customers and it provided a quick path to wherever we needed to go so with that in mind this was one of the first nights I was not only in charge of the store as the manager on duty but I

also had to close up including balancing the tills preparing the store for tomorrow Etc my other closer had left at 930 p.m. and I was finishing up balancing the tills checking all the numbers and counting the cash since we were closed and the doors were locked I had my own music playing softly from my phone because our stereo system had broken earlier that day as I was walking back with the money from the till to the safe I began to hear a banging sound coming from our back door the one that only employees use which

customers don't know about at first I figured it was someone from another store probably trying to get in after closing time I thought that they would stop once they saw the label on the door indicating it was our store and not theirs nope the banging kept going for a good 5 minutes at first I didn't think much of it but when I looked through the peephole I saw nothing and yet the banging continued then I started hearing a voice from the other side of the door let me in let me in it grew more and

more annoyed with each repetition since I was the only one in the store and I knew for sure it wasn't the coworker who had closed I I began to do what any 21-year-old would do Panic should I call my store manager it was 10: p.m. at night and she worked the day shift she was probably already in bed should I call the assistant store manager unlikely she wasn't fond of me and I doubted that she would answer should I call the store supervisor a friend of mine yes so I gave her a call praying that

she would pick up she didn't I called her two more times hoping she would answer but nothing I realized I still had to finish any remaining closing duties leave lock the store and walk outside in the dark to my car in the Kohl's parking lot about a 5minute walk normally I wouldn't have cared but not tonight when the banging finally stopped I poked my head out the back door to find no one nobody was there I started to wonder if all the stress from college had been messing with my mind since the person hadn't gotten

into the store and I wasn't hurt and it seemed like he was gone I figured calling the cops wouldn't do much I did however call security to ask for an escort to my car that night which was a bit of a relief fast forward to the next day I'm telling my co-workers about my creepy closing the previous night and we are all speculating about what it could have been homeless person drunk guy Etc just then a man in a repair man type uniform walks into our store asking for our boss I go to get her

and he proceeds to tell her that he's here to fix our stereo great he also mentions offhand that he tried to stop by the day before but he couldn't get in at first I thought oh that makes sense he wanted to fix it while the store was closed and there were no customers so nothing could be disturbed but here's the thing I had worked the previous day I never saw anyone come by to fix anything and the man talking to us that day had a completely different voice from the guy I heard in the back

hallway last night so there's no way it could have been him trying to fix the stereo the day before he said that he was the only one scheduled to work on our store so it wasn't like it was a coworker of his that's when it hit me who was trying to get into my store last night I never did find [Applause] out my family family is from the rural townships of airshire in Western Scotland my grandfather moved his family to Ontario Canada in the mid 1960s when my mother was only a baby I was born

and raised here and my mother often took my brother and me to visit our family overseas to enjoy the ancient Landscapes and rugged coastlines of our ancestral lands that our family had been immersed in for centuries if not Millennia I fell in love with the whole thing the folklore the old tradition the cultural differences and the connection to familial history that we lacked back home I had been brought up alongside folktales and retellings of Old Kings fairies and Spirits roaming the desolate fields and Pete bogs of my ancestral homelands from a young age for the

most part I took comfort in it the far-fetched and Fantastical mythology in familiar settings echoed a connection to a Timeless past that I have always found to be something of a powerful emotional bond something I could always count on In My Darkest Hours and my fondest Daydreams I always had a pretty wild imagination at the best of times I was prone to all sorts of bursts of creative inspiration music drawing painting and making up little games in my head at the worst of times I could be plagued with nightmares and anxieties about Waking Life I

was afraid of the hazards of the outside world seen or unseen what could go wrong what I didn't know and in particular especially as the light scattered in the dimming of Twilight and led into the dead of night I was afraid of ghosts in a sense I did it to myself I really enjoyed ghost stories folktales and the like anything old really but with my overactive imagination such a young and fearful demeanor I would frequently spook myself I often found myself dreading the Turning of a dark corner at night or feeling as though I was

being watched through the cracks of the blinds that didn't quite cover my windows at night before bed I would watch television programs about ghost stories and unexplainable accounts of all manner of paranormal activities of course being from the background I was my favorite stories were about old buildings castles and the hidden catacombs of Britain and Europe anything that seemed outlandish was right at home amidst the late night glow of the Box TV in the living room while I sat there snacking until the very last minute I could get away with before being ushered up to

my room to go to sleep most nights were pretty uneventful for me but I've always been the sort of person to wake up in the dead of of night around 2:30 to 4:00 a.m. for whatever reason and usually I was able to drift off back to sleep with relative ease whenever this happened on occasion I would wake up to a feeling of being watched which usually preceded a sense of dread or Doom like I was lying in bed ever exposed to some sort of inevitable Terror hidden just behind the closet door or on the other

side of the window peering in through the cracks of my blinds or worse yet right behind my back as I lay still on my belly shrouded by a thin blanket that somehow kept me safe from harm one summer when I was 11 or 12 I woke up in the middle of the night during a sweltering Heat Wave the hum of the air conditioner loudly worked away through the humid and sticky July air a common sound at this hour cut only by the odd flyby of squeaking bats over the high Treetops in the woods across from

my house but when I awoke I became aware of absolute silence in my immediate surroundings no sound of crickets no bat screeching no rise and fall of my family's breathing the air conditioner had stopped I didn't think much of this at first and for a while I just sat in the silence and looked around my room in an almost peaceful state for about 20 minutes I sat still in the silence just awake and thought the sort of linal head space where you aren't really thinking about anything but your mind is tuned in and active nonetheless

I began to think it was a little too quiet almost like it was unnatural I tried to brush the feeling off but as I started to notice how out of place the lack of sound was I began to feel a building sense of dread like it was permeating my room through the walls at first it was only slight as if I were just starting to Spook myself with my mind wandering but eventually it became uncomfortable off in the distance I heard some sort of high-pitched hum but even from my upstairs bedroom I could tell that

it wasn't coming from the air conditioning units or from anywhere on the property it seemed to be coming from the other side of the empty field that sat across the road between us and the forest I couldn't tell what it was only where it was coming from it almost sounded like the whining Cry of a horse faint and muted by the distance it would start and fade back into silence then return again I told myself it was just some animal maybe a screech owl or something I hadn't heard before as I listened the sound became

more more frequent and every time it rang out over the hills cutting through the silence it seemed to be getting louder as if it were getting closer the ongoing sense of dread surrounding me intensified tenfold each time the sound got louder and more frequent as the pitch gained in volume and frequency I noticed the unmistakable sound of hooves trotting up to the house as if on some Cobblestone Road old and un scene they slowly clip clopped up to what I perceived as the front of our lot and seemed to make their way up the driveway

by this time the sound had become almost uniform and was no longer coming and going it ceased to be unknown to my young mind and now sounded undeniably like the Wailing of a woman whoever it was sounded as if they were coming right up to my window I could hear the breath of a stationary horse positioned directly under my window down where the driveway met the gate to our sidey yard I was absolutely petrified I shut my eyes almost immediately and rolled over quickly curling up and huddling underneath my bed sheets until it was all

over it seemed like ages but the woman eventually stopped shrieking but I didn't hear anybody leave I was still so scared scared and I was more afraid than I have ever been even to just move lest it be some fatal miscalculation on my part the sense of dread was still there but things seemed to lessen to some degree it wasn't so pervasive and I no longer felt my world was coming apart at its seams but still as I lay curled up in the safe shroud of my thin bed sheets in the summer heat I could

hear her at this point she seemed to be murmuring softly crying from Down Under My Window curiosity eventually got the better of me and looking back that same curiosity could very well be the death of me one day with care I slowly swung myself out of bed and softly crept low up to the window peering out from just above the sill to see down into the sidey yard where our kitchen light Shone out onto the path and the gate that led to the driveway down on the other side of the gate I could see the

faint outline of a shrouded woman head bowed down sobbing into her hands she was indeed a top a large black horse and though I could only see her silhouette I could tell she was wearing some sort of thin veil around her head and a laced Overcoat or cloak go away I stammered out terrified and all the more surprised at my stupid choice to utter something more than a staggered breath her sobbing immediately ceased and I drew back away from the window low back onto the floor afraid of what that might mean I didn't hear anything

at all after this point the gloomy feeling of dread was still there I almost jumped into my bed and I'm not sure how I did so without making so much as a sound maybe she had some effect on sound I'm still not sure even years later I lay stiff as a board with my head on my chest and my arms over my head eyes shut tightly holding my breath hoping that she would just go the sense of Doom was so intense by this point that if I thought it was unbearable before now it was almost

hellish she was watching me I just just knew it I don't know how but she was after what felt like either a lifetime or 10 seconds the feeling lessened again and I could hear the soft sound of hooves slowly heading away down the driveway into the distance but as I turned around to check I looked over at my window to see two bright and glowing eyes blood red and Shining with some ungodly light peering through the blinds and into my own eyes locked gaze to gaze with something not of this world I couldn't move a

muscle my window was on the Second Story at this point I didn't know what was happening and I was convinced this would be the last thing I would see as I lay there helpless locked eye to eye with this fiend she began to shriek and howl at an ungodly volume that seemed to take up every corner of my bedroom and every inch of my soul as the dread intensified with the volume of the Relentless screaming and Howling the woman's jaw began to unhinge and her sow face contoured it under the cover of her thin veil

I started to black out and the last thing I remember about it was her wrathful Hollow eyes as the sound began to Fade Into Obscurity and I lost Consciousness I woke up to the sun beaming through my windows which my parents would often open when they woke up to get us all up and keep us from sleeping in the sound of people mowing their lawns outside the cicas and the trees and the familiar Buzz of the air conditioning unit were all back and it was as if nothing had even happened the events of that night

had a huge effect on me as a child and even today decades later it still creeps me out to think of about I never really did get an answer as to what happened or what I saw but in the days following I convinced myself that I had come face to face with a Banshee I have since developed more of an interest in crypted encounters and folklore from around the world digging up all sorts of accounts of Otherworldly beings fairies demons and the like fairly recently I started revisiting some of my Scotti Heritage and found something

within the folklore that matches what I had seen to a pretty high degree with almost absolute certainty I'm convinced that what I saw was something called ayag it couldn't to been a traditional Banshee according to Folklore only certain Irish families are associated with the banshee and after all nobody in my family died or even came close to death and I'm obviously still here however close the kyag is to the Banshee there are some key differences and the most common distinction is this banshees aren't actually there to torment you you can even talk to them by

most folkloric accounts and they will often respond with some message about a loved one who is in danger or somebody you know who has passed away do not talk to the [Music] kyag my grandma was a simple woman a firm yet kind mother a nurturing Gardener a passionate Baker and above all a devout Christian her identity revolved entirely around her Faith even her sense of humor was so plain that the plainness itself was what made her funny we had all had our quarrels with her over staunch religiousness but beneath it all we knew she cared

so much she just couldn't bear the thought of our poor souls being damned that was the world she lived in but she was a loving Grandma when I was young and sleeping at her house I often was too scared to sleep alone I would come to her bed and tell her that I was too scared I was always terrified of being alone in the dark she had this Bible verse she would sing do not fear for I am with you Isaiah 41:10 she would wag her finger before tapping my heart to relay that God would

always be with me thanks a lot grandma she would always sing bible verses to us instead of sharing her own thoughts this one stuck with me though whether it actually made me feel better or I just realized that was all grandma was going to do when I came to her scared I always went back to bed and eventually fell asleep sadly when I was 16 she passed away after the funeral my extended family gathered at her house for a long get together since we hardly saw each other being one of the oldest kids I found

my place entertaining my younger cousin some of whom I had only seen a few times in my life we decided to play hide-and seek and after being the designated Seeker five or so times I said that it was their turn to find me I snuck into her basement which was cluttered with things she had kept over the years there was a bed frame and Mattress Springs leaning against one of the walls with various frames paintings and other items stuffed between and around it so I crawled underneath it it was Dusty and filled with cobwebs but

I knew the kids wouldn't find me so easily the basement had one light and it was underground with no windows no one really came down here other than to grab a soda or ice cream from the extra refrigerator so there I am hiding in Old cobwebs hearing my little cousins stomp around looking for me they came down to the basement to look around and then sped off somewhere else after a while I started to move out a little and the bed frame shifted pinning me against the concrete wall a bit I start working my way

out but my feet are stuck in an awkward position that I can't do anything about just when I'm halfway emerged someone opens the door and I realize the kids have now found me and the game's over oh well I'm ready to come out anyway I think but then the light goes out and the door Cuts one of the grown-ups must have figured the kids were finished playing in the basement and didn't want them down there anymore so they turned off the light and shut the door now it's pitch black I am cramped against this wall

I am not okay with this I start struggling to move out of the way and panic starts to set in I shout hey I'm down here but no one can hear me it was only probably 10 seconds of panicking in the darkness and then I heard it do not fear for I am with you Isaiah 41:10 my blood freezes I can't breathe I know what I heard and I know whose voice I heard it I stood in absolute bewilderment with the lower half of my body still pinned under the bed frame grandma silence only the

silence that follows after you hear the words of your dead Grandma while you're trapped in a pitch black room blares in your head alarm bells ringing I panic I start shouting and shoving my way through the debris when suddenly the door opens and a light flips on little careful footsteps inch down the stairs found you it was one of the littlest of my cousins my niece Sarah only about 4 or 5 years old sweating I relent oh God you sure did great job now let's get out of here I start up the stairs but she's

at the bottom staring into the cluttered room I admit I was eager to forget what had just happened down there but as if that were ever possible it was about to be firmly cemented into my memory come on Sarah let's go upstairs I said in my best sweet Uncle voice still looking into the dark corner of the basement she started waving her hand bye-bye I love you too Grandma my breath was pulled from my lungs the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and little Sarah just carefully crawled back up the stairs

on all fours like kids do I took a moment Drew in One Last Breath of the dusty basement air and said goodbye Grandma before I followed her up the stairs since then I have wondered why only little Sarah came down to get me and no one followed her I have theorized maybe Grandma led her into the basement I could have hurt myself in the dark down there I think Grandma would have been worried it's funny that Bible verse used to be what she would tell me so I wouldn't be scared and it ended up being

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