Terrifying But TRUE Paranormal Encounters | REAL Ghost Stories

tonight I have another series of your real life paranormal experiences to share we've got three brand new cases to investigate and trust me these are some of the best stories I've come across so far all of which have only been reported in the last few weeks so let's fire up the tape player make yourself a hot drink turn off all the lights and get yourself comfortable foreign [Music] we're heading to Rock Island in Wisconsin where this Witness had a terrifying encounter this is going to be a good one Rock Island is a state park located

at the tip of Door County Wisconsin on Lake Michigan it's a difficult place to get to get to the island you have to take a car ferry from Ellison Bay to Washington Island drive across Washington Island to Jackson Harbor and then take a pedestrian-only ferry to Rock Island no vehicles or bikes are allowed on Rock Island even though the island is relatively smaller about 975 Acres it has an interesting history in the early 1600s it was inhabited by a tribe of Potawatomi Native Americans as well as a small fishing Village of European settlers the two

groups did not trust each other and did have a few bad encounters that almost led to violence but for the most part they've lived peacefully together on the island by the 1640s the Potawatomi had migrated to other parts of Wisconsin shortly after the Potawatomi had left the island some settlers from the fishing Village reported seeing a new group of people on the island they seemed to be more white settlers but they wore strange clothes and kept to themselves no one from the fishing Village was ever able to talk to one of these new settlers or

even find out where they were living it was around this time that strange things started to happen in the village several animals it's not mentioned what they were maybe it was pigs or chickens kept by the settlers were found slaughtered in the village and seemed to have been used to make markings in Blood and some of the buildings in the village on a different night a building used for preserving meat burned down the villagers felt that these things must have been done by these new people on the island and they intended to find them but

after a forest search of the island included the wooded inland area they never found a single person these strange occurrences seem to stop soon after the search and none of the other settlers were ever seen again in 1836 the Potawatomi Lighthouse was built on the northern part of the island after construction was finished the lighthouse was inspected and it was reported back that the material of which the lighthouse and dwelling are made are of the best quality and that the work is done in the substantive and workmen-like manner David E Corbin was appointed the first

Keeper of the light on December 19 1837. only three years later in 1840 despite the apparent quality of the construction of the lighthouse David Corbin started to complain the plaster started to fall off the building some sort of liquid would ooze through the cracks leaving the house constantly damp corbyn was completely alone most of the time at the Lighthouse as some have said when visiting him they would stare at a certain wall and sometimes spoke vaguely of the other visitors in 1845 after eight years of relative Solitude at the Lighthouse an inspector visited the Lighthouse

Keeper and determined that while Corbin was fulfilling his duties he was acting strange the official report says that the inspector Audra Corbin to take a 25-day leave of absence to find a wife to live with him at the Lighthouse however some think that the inspector was startled by corbyn's mental state caused by Years of Solitude that thought they would be best they spent some time away from the island in 1852 corbyn reportedly fell ill and died that December in the lighthouse he was buried in a small Cemetery just south of the lighthouse the next Lighthouse

Keeper also reported that surprisingly quick deterioration of the lighthouse some friends that have visited the new keeper say that he would talk of seeing the strange things in the house at night that he wouldn't elaborate on what he had seen in 1858 after only 22 years of service the original Lighthouse was torn down and a new one was built from that point on the lighthouse Keepers were required to have an assistant keeper or a family with them at the Lighthouse no strange occurrences were further reported in the lighthouse logbook outside of strong storms and occasional

shipwrecks except on January the 20th 1876 The Keeper at a time named bets reported that he saw two men attempting to road to the mainland from Washington Island he wrote a terrible storm came up shortly after the departure and they never made it to their destination over three months later on May 3rd 1876 betz wrote two men who were lost last January have been seen several times once from Caney lighthouse and once from jacksonport the men were apparently frozen stiff and sitting upright in the boat among a massive ice at last account they were still

adrift there is not much hope that they will be found and buried by 1900 most of the Island's inhabitants left for better fishing areas on Lake Michigan in 1910 a successful business owner and inventor Chester forterson purchased all of the island except for the land the lighthouse occupied in the north he used the island as a private summer Retreat from his business in Chicago fortison is responsible for unique and mystifying buildings and structures that are still on the island today on the south end of the island he built a giant stone hall that has a

Boathouse on the lower level a stone water tower was built on the east side of the island and an imposing wooden gate was constructed on the west end of the island the Great Hall was used to store forterson's immense book collection he had over 11 000 books and it's rumored that he possessed some very rare books on the occult in his collection forterson died of heart failure on January 6 1945 although some have speculated that he saw something that actually scared him to death I couldn't find any writings from Fordson however that mentioned him experiencing

anything strange on the island after his death multiple churches and universities were interested in this book collection but he awailed it to the University of Wisconsin-Madison providing that they had to purchase it for three hundred thousand dollars which they did some of this history is hard to find on the internet but there are a couple of binders in the Great Hall that has a lot of this documented forterson's personal papers are housed in the archive section of the State Historical Society of Wisconsin all of this history I gave is just to provide a little context

for experiences I have had directly or indirectly on Rock Island in August of 2021 I took my first and last trip to Rock Island after taking two Ferry rides I arrived on the island at 2PM I had booked the remote campsite e which is a backpacking site there's a little over a mile from the dock I took my time hiking out to the site to enjoy the scenery and took a couple of breaks just due to how heavy my pack was I was definitely packed more for camping than hiking I got to my site set

up my tent got everything situated and started Gathering sticks and driftwood from the beach so I could start a fire on my third trip back from the beach before I got back to my site I heard a single high-pitched squeal noise come from the forest it didn't sound close it was such an unusual sound that I stopped in my tracks and waited for a good 30 seconds waiting to see if it would happen again it didn't so I continued back to my sight when I got back I began working on getting a fire started the

remote camping sites on Rock Island are pretty well spaced out site C D and E are grouped together but there's probably a hundred yards between each site there's not a real Trail connecting the free sights directly but enough people have walked along the ridge between the three sites that there's an obvious path as I was setting some sticks up in my fire ring something caught my eye and I looked up fairly far away it looked like it might have been at site D or a little further was a person running in my direction my first

thought was well that's odd because like I said it's not even really a trail they were on then my mind just went to there must be something wrong and this person needs help they got a little closer and it looked like maybe it was a woman in loose gray clothes maybe in a hoodie it was still far enough away that I couldn't really make out any details I quickly stood up from the crouching position I was in and just as I did I heard that high-pitched squeal noise again it was behind me and it was

much closer this time this startled me quite a bit so I turned around to look behind me I scanned the trees for a couple of seconds but didn't see or hear anything I turned back around because I knew that the running person must be getting close but now they were gone again I stood there and scanned the trees but did not see them anywhere I was so confused I was kind of Frozen for a few seconds it was all very strange I was able to reason it out in my head it was just a fellow

camper from sight Cod that was maybe running to the pit toilet that was a couple of hundred yards west of the sites try to forget about it but it was really just bothering me I did not like whatever that squirrel noise was and it just felt strange with some effort I decided to let it go and started my fire I had a quick meal on a couple of adult beverages and then decided to take a little walk I hadn't seen sight Cod yet so I thought I would check those out and see if I did

have some neighbors camping nearby site D was empty I did see the path that led from the site to the main trail and pit toilet so that made me feel a little less uneasy about the runner I figured that maybe was someone from sight C that took a strange way to get to the main trail by going through site d it didn't make a ton of sense because I probably still should have seen them that made me feel better I continued on to site C and saw that there was a tent set up I really

didn't want to bother anyone but I just thought I would go over with the excuse that I wanted to introduce myself as a camping neighbor from City and see if anyone looked like they might have been the person running earlier I came up on the site and there was a couple sitting at the picnic table neither of them looked like they would have been the person I saw running I introduced myself and I introduced themselves they were both in their mid-30s they were very nice and both seemed to be pretty drunk a quiet drunk I

didn't ask about the runner or the squealing noise because I thought it might be weird I wish them a good night to walk back to our tent when I got back I had a cigar and a few more drinks it got dark and it started as a perfect night the sky was clear and I was just staring up and looking at millions of stars I felt better about everything from earlier and felt stupid about the whole thing decided to get some sleep it was a long day so I fell asleep almost immediately around 2 30

a.m I was woken up by a huge boom of thunder it started downpouring the wind picked up and the temperature dropped I love camping in the rain but I do not like camping in a lightning storm a pretty big storm came through and I was starting to worry the wind was whipping up my tent and the ground was shaking from the thunder and lightning I did not feel good about being out there in a tent and felt very exposed storm lasted for about an hour before it became just a light steady drizzle I was just

starting to fall back asleep when I heard the squeal noise again I opened my eyes up wide in the dark and just laid there silent there was another loud squeal noise and it was pretty close I knew there are no real dangerous animals in Rock Island there are deer and porcupines but nothing like Bears or Wolves knowing that still didn't make me feel better though there was something about the squirrel that I didn't like I say squeal because that's the best I can describe it it sounded to me like a pig squeal I honestly don't

know that much about pig noises but that's what I thought of when I heard it the injured or angry pigs will I continue to lay on my tent and started to hear footsteps outside it was still raining so the sounds were a little buried in the sound of rain but it definitely sounded like a somewhat large animal or human walking around I sat up in my tent and took a knife I had out just to feel better in my head I just kept saying you know it's just an animal it's fine there's nothing in these

Woods that can hurt you I listened as the footsteps started moving away from my tent I just sat there being still holding my knife for maybe 10 minutes without hearing anything else started thinking to myself it's fine it was just an animal you're being stupid you need to get some sleep I was just about to lay back down when there was a very loud squeal and it was right outside my tent it felt like my heart just stopped and the shiver went down my spine my heart was beating so hard my entire body was pulsing

and I felt it in my ears it took everything in me by a full State get out of here not shouting but a Stern and mean sounding as I could at that moment I didn't hear any more squirrels or footsteps at night but I also didn't sleep I just sat there in my tent for maybe an hour before I laid down eventually the rain stopped and I kept laying there until the sun came up all that time reassuring myself that I was just being stupid it was just an animal it was probably 7am before I

decided I had to get out of my attempt to relieve myself as soon as I stepped outside my tent I saw at my picnic table had been turned over and was upside down when I saw this I surprisingly calmly fought okay this is enough I'm leaving the Island today I checked my surroundings and nothing seemed out of place I eventually reasoned with myself that a wind had blown the table over during the storm it still seemed a little strange because the table was pretty heavy and I felt like I would have heard the table flipping

over but that might have made sense I made some cold instant coffee had a bite to eat started to feel better about the whole thing then decided to go for a hike I admit I get easily scared when I'm camping by myself in the woods maybe that's natural after I had some coffee and food and the sun came out I realized that nothing I heard or saw was really anything that couldn't be explained other than not getting a good night's sleep I was having a pretty good time the reason I came to the island in

the first place was to hike the Seven Mile Fordson loop trail that has a lot of interesting things to see and I was excited to start the hike I packed a few things in my backpack and started off fairly close to my site is the water tower I have no idea how it originally worked or why it had to be a tower but it's an impressive building with a fireplace that looked like someone had recently had a fire in it a little further down the trail was a cemetery where two sisters and a few others

are buried it's believed there are still more buried here in unmarked Graves these likely are some of the settlers from the old fishing Village the islands has three cemeteries there is one by the beach and that's where Chester Fordson is buried there's one on the eastern part of the island where the two sisters are buried and there's one on the northern part of the island where the original Lighthouse Keeper David E Corbin is buried there is also at least one Potawatomi burial area on the island but no one knows exactly where that is I kept

walking on the trail until I came to a nice Scenic Overlook area with a bench where I sat down and drank some water I started to hear some talking on the trail ahead of me but I couldn't see anyone there was a bend in the trail when the trees were thick so I sat on the bench waiting for these people to come around the bend the voices were coming closer they could tell they weren't speaking English but I couldn't place what language it might have been both voices were very very deep guttural then back in

the Woods I hear a loud and quick oh immediately both voices I was listening to respond with their own I kind of smiled because it sounded like these two heard whatever it was in the woods they were trying to be funny and mock it by responding I got off the bench put my backpack on and started walking in the direction further down the trail where the voices were coming from but I never did find these people the rest of the hike went very well I visited the cemetery where David E Corbin is buried I took

a self-guarded tour of the Potawatomi lighthouse I passed a wooden gate that apparently used to be part of the larger structure I walked by the great hall in the dock area from where I arrived on the island visited some of the other structures on the island came across the cemetery where Chester Fordson is buried then finished the loop by returning to my campsite it was a very nice hike with a lot to see and wasn't especially difficult but I was tired I did walk down to campsite C to ask the couple I spoke with the

night before how they did with the storm during night but they had packed up and left I was disappointed because I also really wanted to ask them about the squealing noises during the night the rest of the evening was pretty uneventful I built a fire made some Mills had a cigar and some drinks as soon as it got dark I was ready for bed since I had so little sleep the night before I got in my tent and quickly fell asleep I might have been asleep for about three hours when I woke up Suddenly and

was immediately fully alert nothing I was aware of caused me to wake up but I felt something was wrong I sat up in my tent and this part is a little hard to explain a feeling of complete dread washed over me it was unlike anything I'd ever felt before it felt like there was something in the tent with me I could feel that it was angry seething with anger rageful even I could feel its hatred for me felt like something very bad was about to happen I couldn't do anything about it started to shiver uncontrollably

there was a smell of garbage or rotten meat and it got stronger and stronger to the point where I wanted to throw up couldn't because I was frozen I had never felt so exposed and helpless I stared forward at nothing just Frozen the weird thing is I accepted whatever was about to happen to me it was like my brain telling me whatever is about to happen even if it's death will at least be a relief and then I passed out at least I assumed I passed out that's all I remember until I woke up at

about eight in the morning when I woke up I was laying outside my sleeping bag on top of it and my legs running unnatural and uncomfortable position I was on my back from my left leg straight out and my right leg was bent and my foot was up against my left knee my heart started pounding but I kept thinking to myself it was a dream I'm leaving right now it was a dream I'm leaving right now I packed up everything very quickly and started back towards a dock to catch the first boat off the island

since the first boat from Washington Island doesn't arrive until 10 30 a.m I had to kill a little time around the Great Hall and dock area I wanted to get off the island so bad I did feel a little better just being out of the woods then I could see other people I sat down on the bench a little to the east of the dock and lit a cigar just to give me something to do while trying not to think about the night before I was sitting a few minutes and scanning out over the water

when I was startled by someone behind me saying hi I jumped and was embarrassed when the person came around saying sorry sorry sorry didn't mean to scare you I saw you smoking and just came to ask if you had a lighter I felt like an idiot and told him that's fine I just didn't sleep well last night it was kind of zoned out my hand was in my lighter he thanked me lit a cigarette and then handed the lighter back to me we started talking about the usual things you might talk about who is from

the Madison area we talked about the storm which we've been having you seemed to be a real outdoorsy type of guy and talked about his plans to move to Washington Island it was a nice normal conversation and kind of took my mind off the night I had just had a little bit he seemed like a pretty nice guy then naturally he asked me what site I've been staying at I told him I was staying at Society the last two nights he said he usually books that site but I must have reserved it before him he

said he had to book site D the last two nights I was surprised by this because no tent or anything was a slight leader two times it will pass the site I told him this he said he'd come to the island a few times a year and you have to book a site but he actually camps at different areas on the island I asked him where he camps and he told me most of the time he camps in the East Cemetery but he also likes to camp in the woods south of the lighthouse he told

me that he hikes about halfway down the Fernwood Trail and just heads North into the woods where he finds a place to Camp he said that one time he found the ruins of a small log house in those woods he's going to try and find it again and Camp inside of it at this point I started to change my opinion about this guy and wanted to change the subject but then he asked me if I had heard the screeches in the woods I took a second to reply I knew he was talking about the squealing

I'd heard I told him I had and I asked him if he knew what it was this time he took a second to reply and I saw his face change he looked as if he was thinking if you should tell me something like a secret with no expression at all on his face he said matter of factly a demon lives on this island under any other circumstance I would have laughed this off but not after what I had experienced the night before he looked at me and must have seen the anxiety and fear I was

feeling he surprised me by letting out a quick laugh he asked me if I saw anything that night I told him I hadn't seen anything and he stared at me like he was trying to figure something out I felt like he could tell I had experienced something at this point I was ready for the conversation to be over then he told me he had seen something in the cemetery that night now his face and mood kind of changed again like he was trying to confide in me I really did not want to ask the question

but I knew he wanted me to ask it so I asked him what he saw in the cemetery but my voice was shaky then I could tell he had changed his mind about telling me he actually looked at me with empathy and told me and told me that what he saw was hard to explain but if I was afraid of the screeching noises he didn't think I should go near the cemetery I didn't say anything right away but he said four words without any context keepers of the flame I looked at my cigar and the

ash was long I put it out and told him I was going to wait by the dock for the boat he nodded and I started to walk away after a few steps he said hey I turned around to look at him he just said don't come back here I turned around and started walking again I don't know if that was a warning or a friendly suggestion but I took it to heart it was definitely not coming back to Rock Island when I got home I looked up keepers of the flame as it pertained to Rock

Island I found three things that he could have been referring to the names of the Native Americans that lived on the island at Potawatomi could be translated to keepers at the flame the lighthouse Keepers on the island were sometimes referred to as the keepers of the flame then there was a 19th century cult that was said to visit the island from time to time they called themselves the keepers of the flame I know that hundreds of people visit Rock Island every year and have a great time camping hiking the trails and exploring Chester forterson's buildings

my humble suggestion is this do not go to Rock Island still with me out there I really really love that story we've still got two more cases to delve into but I'm curious have you ever had a paranormal experience yourself I'd love to hear about it I tried to read out all the stories that get submitted to me on the channel so if you have a story to share then you can find my email address in the description or you can simply leave a comment below okay it's time for case number two this is an

actual experience I had and it still freaks me out to this day growing up I have multiple little paranormal experiences I was always very skeptical so the experiences I had I considered genuine and I tried my best to explain them away but I couldn't many of them would happen even with company or family around to see it as well so I knew I wasn't imagining it as a teenager I started getting a little too interested in the Paranormal and not being scared of anything I got a little cocky at times at some point I guess

I started to dabble with something I shouldn't have so you got a bit too intense for me I would talk about the things that happened or mentioned Spirits or attempt to talk to presences I couldn't see and it would as I like to call it stir up so when I was a teenager I had this friend he would be in mid-conversation with me and randomly Trail off on some weird that sounded creepy and didn't make any sense then come to and not have a clue about what he had said be like whatever man I don't

know what you're talking about and continue on the normal conversation like nothing happened usually it ended at that but when we were 15-ish he went into one of these things kind of like a trance or whatever as we were on the phone he said something like follow the tracks to your right and on your right again near the end you'll come to their resting place I'll explain the layout of where I was living because it's important for the next parts I lived in a pretty nice trailer park off a main road and a small town

heavily wooded and nowhere near town the main driveway came down the middle of the trailer park dead ended at the rear a little past that dead end was an embankment and at the bottom was a railroad track that was very rarely used to the right it dead ended in some woods with the one side being at the back of an abandoned Old Mill the other side had a pretty dense set of woods behind a neighborhood so I follow his weird Cryptid directions after getting off the phone it was late afternoon in summer I head to

the railroad tracks and head right towards the end some point before the end I hear Footsteps in the woods on my right being curious I head up the embankment towards the noise there was nobody there but I did see a small graveyard curiously tucked away in these woods behind a neighborhood likely a small family plot ranging from the early 1700s to the very early 1900s there's only about 20 Civic markers I was intrigued and of course brought that friend later and he was weirded out insisting he had no idea it was there but he wasn't

the lying type so I believed him it became a hangout spot of mine as I was Dumb and brave and I would go there at night to all hours acting Fearless nothing really weird ever happened there so moving on another day another conversation and my buddy randomly breaks into another trance he says head to the tracks crossed them and when you entered the woods you will see him my cocky self immediately does just that late afternoon once again this time I head to the tracks behind the trailer park but across them which goes through a

bit of woods and comes into a clearing with an old meal on the left a different one because it's an Old Mill Town on the right is Miles have cut out for power lines cutting through the woods supplying all the random neighborhoods scattered throughout the area Straight Ahead across the street from the mill is a more dense wooded area so following in these directions again I head towards the tree line the moments are set foot into the tree line I hear branches snapping and immediately see just a black shadow or silhouette of a guy in

all black on a black horse Galloping through the woods away from me and towards the left disappearing into the trees I was a bit shocked as it was not common to see horses around my town at all being cocky and brave I decided to head to where he came from which was right to the edge of the tree line following the cut out of the power lines near the edge of the tree line I found an old collapsed horse stable literally nothing else near it there was another neighborhood about a mile in the direction of

where he had disappeared nothing else around the stable so being intrigued and a little freaked out I go call my buddy and tell him the following day I bring him with me to show my finding because he just refused to believe me and I was getting suspicious of him playing stupid possibly the most unbelievable part as we head to the tree line where I saw the horsemen the day before we both saw him taking the same path as I did previously broad daylight clear as possible there was no way we both imagined it both of

us were a little freaked out but we continued on and I showed him the stable also the strangest part of all was brought a couple of friends to see the stable and each time he appeared to us so after finding the stable and hanging around the graveyard things started to ramp up with the little encounters becoming much more intense TVs and Stereos were turning on by themselves multiple times even in the presence of company or family intense fittings are being watched and just inexplicable moments of dread and Terror for no reason hearing people having loud

conversations or music like a radio was turned on in the other room while home alone and literally nobody in sight outside surrounding my home stuff flying across the room violently fresh handprints in the Steam on my bathroom mirror after a shower I hear the distinct sound of my mum coming home throwing the door open tossing our keys on the table and the cabinet and fridge slamming open and closed while she made herself a drink she was not a quiet or subtle woman just to walk out of my room to talk to her who realized that

nobody was there yet still one night around two or three am I got bored and decided to head down to the graveyard I was feeling watched and just super uneasy it was trying to be stubborn and refused to feel scared for whatever the hell reasoned was rebelling I guess telling myself I couldn't be harmed so I get to the graveyard and all these normal and quiet I hang out for a while and realize I'm being dumb decide to head home and get some sleep I head back down the tracks towards home I get to where

I need to head up the embankment to enter the driveway for the trailer park I'm about halfway up the bank when I hear something Russell I look up and I see the horsemen on this horse looking down at me Pitch Black almost like a shadow in the dark but you can still see outlines of everything yet nothing reflected light I hadn't heard of it at this time but it was like how some described the shadow people I remember staring at him for a few seconds in disbelief and shock and the horse makes that little noise

of his lips and I snapped out of it I turned down the bank and ran along the tracks as I hear the hoof beats following behind me I turn up a shallow apart into the woods and next to the trailer park weaving through the trees trying to slow him down until I reached the street and run to the trailer I lived in which was at the front I jumped through the door down there birthing through the screen door as I hear the hoofs flooding behind me my mom was at work so I was turning on

every light TV and radio in the place to try and make it loud or bright to keep whatever at Bay as if that would help sat on the couch waiting for my mum to get home and I eventually fell asleep I woke up as she finally came home as daylight was coming in I told her everything and she told me I shouldn't be messing around with this stuff she believed me because she always had experiences and she told me about them regularly once the sun was finally up I went to the embankment where I saw

him wondering if I had somehow imagined it all even curious if there was just a horse out in the area for whatever reason however unlikely just trying to find an explanation I found hoof prince in the sand at the top of the embankment and only in that spot that's when I decided it was getting to be too much for me and while not being religious normally I started praying to make it all stop and swearing I would stop messing around with it it all kind of died down until around when I turned 18 and suddenly

it all just stopped I haven't had a single experience since ready for one last case I really enjoyed this next one even the title alone gave me a few Goosebumps if you've enjoyed this entry into the tape Library up until now then why not give the video a like every time you do it means we can share these real life cases with more and more people and don't forget to subscribe I'll be bringing you lots of chilling real life tales and deep dives into more famous horrifying stories very very soon and I wouldn't want you

to miss out case number three the old man in our basement for as long as I could remember I've never been able to escape the Paranormal whether it be the television turning itself on at night as a child or Imaginary Friends my older sister or I could both see for years I've grown to become almost desensitized to anything out of the ordinary out of all the things that have come in and out of my current home there's one being that's been there for as long as I can remember and quite the odd one at that

for simplicity's sake I'll just refer to him as the old man he's often heard walking through the basement mostly in the spare living room that connects to another spare room he's not spoken a word to any of us he really seems to dislike my mother's best friend is when she lived with us for a short while he'd bang on the laundry room walls when she was lonely there and she'd swear up and down that he told her to get out nobody else had ever been told the same typically the most we'd get would be a

whisper calling our names and who knows if that was ever from him in the first place so this was always perplexing to me personally I think the old man is all right he's been docile with my family and never moves things or bugs any of us I've only seen him briefly here and there the description I have of him matches what everyone else in the house has seen of him everyone except for my mum's friend can pretty much agree that he's harmless we're in my room was in that spare room connected to the basement living

room I'd often come home to an empty house after school and crash for a couple of hours while waiting for anyone to come home sometimes I'd be so tired from staying up too late having to get up so early but I'd fall asleep with the lights on and in those cases I'd wake up 90 of the time the lights haven't been turned off for me no one in my family ever admitted to doing this and my parents really wouldn't have been the type to turn the lights off for me to sleep since they found my

messed up sleeping cycle when daily and apps to be frustrating with both of my siblings being gone most of the time around then it was also unlikely that they'd lie about not doing that for me so I can only assume the old man was the one who helped me with the lights I've always wondered if perhaps he's some sort of guardian the way he acted towards my mum's friend contradicts that since she's by no means a bad person or deserving of it though I can't even say for certain if the old man is the one

who did that since she never saw him when the walls would be banged on I wonder how many of you have had a similar experience with a being acting hostile to some and docile towards others if you want to go back to the original post these stories are taken from I have included links to the original authors in the description all stories have been included here with their permission I think it takes a certain amount of Bravery to share these sorts of encounters when you know so many people will doubt what you have to say

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