The Well

One day I killed my little sister because she annoyed me.
I threw her body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Five years later I killed my friend after a row.
I threw his body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Ten years later, I killed a woman I got pregnant in a drunken daze.
I threw her body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Fifteen years later I killed a boss I hated.
I threw his body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Twenty years later I killed my mother because she had become bedridden and I didn't want to look after her.
I threw her body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had not disappeared.
And the body remained there for days - days and days and days.

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Amanojaku : Why do you think the body didn't disappear at the end?

Noises in my room

It was a hot summer night in my town (near Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina). I was alone at my home - my dad, sister and mom went to Ostrog (a monastery/holy place) in Montenegro. My family and 99% of population in my town follows Christian Orthodox religion. I (being an atheist) refused to go with my family since I do NOT believe in god, devil, angels, demons, hell, heaven, ghosts, magic or anything that has not been documented, so I just stayed at my house.
Of course, I did invite some of my friends and a few girls just enough to have a small house party. I don't want to talk to you about the party or my family being away from home so I am just going to skip to the interesting part.
After all of my friends were gone, I cleaned (some of) my house and went to bed, turned on the TV and watched some boring show. I felt I was falling asleep so I turned the TV off and closed my eyes. After a good half an hour of turning and twisting in my bed, I heard a noise coming from the direction of my TV, I wasn't suprised nor scared, TVs do make some wierd sounds so I didn't even think about it. After 2 minutes the closet, which location is approximately 3 feet away from my bed, made such a sharp and clean sound that I immediately jumped out of my bed and turned the lights on, expecting someone would jump out of the closet and slit my throat but, nothing happened. I stared at the closet for 3 minutes, trying to encourage myself to open the closet door, which I did and there was nothing in the closet, aside my clothes. I felt like I was going insane, I even sat on my bed holding my arms on my ears and questioning myself "am I going insane" because that closet DID make a really sharp sound, like someone (or something) was scraping really strong and sharp nails inside of it.
After 20 minutes of questioning and encouraging myself I turned my lights off and went back to bed. I managed to fall asleep after only 5 minutes, but that didn't last long. I woke up, covered (or should I say, FLOATING) in sweat, shaking and with such a fear inside of me that I have never experienced before in my whole life. I looked at my closet and I swear there were two green dots (something like cats eyes in dark) in my closet. The closet doors were open and there were no clothes, just two light green dots standing still.
The next thing I remember is me waking up, the sun was up and I felt pretty good. The closet door were closed and I just thought "it must have been a dream". The next few days I had trouble to sleep, there were no sounds but I was so afraid to sleep in my own room, but after a few days it was all over and my life continued normally. To this day, I am still not sure if all that was just a dream, or there really was something in my room.
You have my word I have NOT made this up, everything that I wrote here is truly what happened, or what I really believe it happened, because I am still not sure if this was all just a dream or my imagination.
Sorry about my English, I am from Bosnia and Herzegovina so English is not my native language.

Autopsy Exam

I scored 98% at the autopsy exam.

It's all thanks to my roommate.
I will tell him when I get home.


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Amanojaku : do you get the point of this story? :)

A Ghost Photograph

'We're gonna take ghost photos!' We announced, and boldly made a trip to a haunted place.

There were four of us ( four stupid guys) in the group and, with a digital camera and mobiles in hand, we took pictures of every suspicious-looking corner of the place.
On coming home we immediately checked all the pictures on my computer but not even one of them had captured the faintest shadow of a ghost. And we took nearly one hundred of them! lol

In desperation, I used a group photo with four of us (all stupid-looking) in it and using Photoshop, superimposed this really scary ghost face on top. A fake ghost photo, successfully produced!

I showed it to another friend, and he looked at it and said: 'you....this is for real, man.'
He then went really pale. Idiot! lol

Note : they didn't bring tripod 

The Wish

Note: This story is under the "Cryptic" category, meaning you have to think a little to understand it.
I'll give you one explanation for it later in the comments below.

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A star descended to a little girl.
'Anything you wish I will grant it to you, but only for once,' said the star.
The girl had been crying.
'Please make everyone in my family disappear! I really hate them!'
The next morning when she woke up she went downstairs to the dining room but her mother, her father and her big brother were all there as usual.
The girl was sorry that she made such a wish.
That evening the star appeared to her again.
'Are you happy now?' asked the star.
 The girl said, 'please, can I take back the wish I made yesterday?'
The star said, 'once a wish has been fulfilled you can not take it back.'
The girl cried.

The Walls Have Voices

So this story happened...Eh...About 3 years ago. I had 2 of my friends spend the night. Back then we were looking at anything as a challenge so, we decided to head to the back room/storage room which is where the connection/opening is for the electricians and that stuff for the to get into the walls. I'll just call it the hole. So anyway, we went down there to play with my nerf guns (lol) and I went down there first to hide for an ambush on them and I swear on my life I hear the little pitter patter of feet in the hole and when I turn back I could hear the voice of a little girl asking for help and the gruff voice of an old man. At this point I was scared half to death so I ran back to my friends and that was the end of it.
Days past and my dad asked me to go get some medical stuff from storage to I go down grab the stuff and hear whistling noises coming from the hole, and being an 11 year old I bolted out of there and got back up to my dad who was waiting for me impatiently and all I could say was sorry. Because they didn't believe our house was haunted because they only do things when the parents aren't there, am I right?
So we still live in the same house and my friends swear up and down that they've heard the gruff voice of a man and thumping footsteps in the storage area. Coincidence? Maybe not but all I know is that every now and then you can hear breathing from the air vents and I've even thought to have heard a small scream, Spooky huh? But you know we all have our stories and this is one of mine respect to all of you that read this and understand.

Scary cursed video

The Warning at the beginning says:
"The movie you are about to see may cause you serious spiritual damage.
If you are prone to spiritual damage or you feel reluctant to watch it, please stop the movie immediately.
I will not be responsible for anything that may happen as a result of watching it."

Username : 666

BE CAREFUL THE NEXT TIME YOU WATCH ON YOUTUBE!

Uba-Yo-Sare

*If you are afraid of going to toilet alone in the middle of the night you'd better not read this kind of story. I have warned you!

A man woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. He got up and groped his way to the door in the dark. He was about to open it when someone knocked it three times from the other side. This was strange, since he lived alone in the house. He thought he must have a friend staying over without remembering it, as such things often happened after a night of drunken revelry. He therefore opened it without much concern.

But instead of a familiar face of his friend, he saw a strange old woman dressed in kimono, with a bent back and downcast eyes, standing still in the doorway. Her face was unusually pale.

And the old woman, without words, took him away to some faraway place, and the man was never seen again.

If you have read this story, you may have a visit from the same old woman within three days. If you hear the knocks three times in the middle of the night before you open a door, do not open it immediately, but chant the word "Uba-Yo-Sare" three times. This will make the malicious old woman go away. If you don't follow the instruction, well..... you know what happens.

Railroad Suicide Ghost

Mirror Ghost

 
Look at the mirror!

The woman who called my name

This is the first story I've ever written on here so, I'm very rusty! Anyway, I'll crack on. Now, this is a story that happened to me when I was 11 or 12. The house that I live in is approximately 120 years old, so ghosts or spirits are about. I say this, only because of my experiences.
I had finished school earlier that day, when I got home I had a game of Goldeneye on the Nintendo 64! What a game! Anyway, when I come off it I decided to put my Walkman on and was listening to some of my favourite music. I had listened to this song many of times and this was a usual routine. Play my games then listen to music.
This day, I was walking from my bedroom into my mums room, to see if I could find my mum. I had a feeling my mum or dad was in their room. I didn't hear them or see them but I just had a feeling someone was in their room. As I walked in, I didn't see anyone but, I started to feel something on my face. It felt like I had walked into a spiders web. As I wiped my face I heard someone say, "Matty Help me". I jumped because this voice was right next to my ear but, I Had a feeling that the voice originated outside.
I then walked to the bedroom window and looked out to see anyone, no one was about. Then, I heard "Matty help me" again, and the same thing happened, it was right in my ear. I froze and realised what had happened. Originally, I thought it had come outside, even though the voice was very close to my ear, I just had an incline that it had come from outside.
When the voice repeated itself for the second time, I knew that this voice wasn't from someone of this realm! I immediately ran downstairs to find my mum, I asked her if she has been calling me. She said no, she was cooking my tea. When I explained to her about has happened, my mum didn't know what to say apart from, "STOP PLAYING THOSE BLOODY VIDEO GAMES!".
My mum has had some spiritual experiences in the past so I was surprised that my mum said that to me. I guess she was trying to help me by not scaring me. I hope you enjoyed my story and I'll be posting more in the future.

The lost of my best friend and paranormal experience

My experiences with the paranormal all started as a child when I lived in England. The earliest thing I can recall is having a dream about someone leading me to the rivers edge in our garden and showing me dead bodies floating down the river in old time period clothing. This dream would occur constantly. I have recently connected the dream to The Plague that swept through Europe, especially because of the clothes the bodies were wearing. I can still remember the dream vividly even though I haven't had it since we moved from that house. There was, also, another time. My sister and I were heading into our playroom. I was following behind her and she walked into the room. Then all of a sudden some force had slammed the door shut behind her and in my face. We both started screaming and were frantically trying to open the door to no avail. It was as if someone was holding it closed from the inside. We, finally, got the door open and ran into our room, completely frightened.
When I was six, we moved to Las Vegas. Things in my life were calm for a while, but then came the voices. I would wake in the morning out of a dead sleep to voices screaming my name and the sound of paper being thrown around the room. The voices would be of everyone who was present in the house at the time, screaming my name in a taunting manner. I would walk out of my room and check on everyone just to find everyone would still be sleeping. I would ask the voices to stop, but they wouldn't so I would run and hide under my covers, until they would finally cease. This would occur once in a blue moon, but would scare the life out of me. I would always feel like something negative was in my room watching me at night though.
When I was ten, I had an amazing little dog. When she came into my life, the voices stopped waking me and she made me feel safe. When we first met, it was if we were meant to be together. She was a stray that I found under my mothers car. No one had ever seen her before and no one could find her owner. The day I found her, I gave her food and water and played with her in my ungated backyard. My family was about to leave to go shopping and I didn't want to leave her. I was scared she would run away so I stuck her in a box and left with my family. To my surprise when I got home, she had escaped the box and was sitting at the opening to my backyard waiting for me. She had the chance to run, but stayed and waited. Any time I left the house she would escape and then when I would come home she would be sitting on my driveway or the street corner waiting for me. My dad fixed the problem by cementing the ground under the gate that he built when he let me keep her. She learned to wait at the door for me.
If I felt uncomfortable around anyone, she could tell and would nip at them to get away from me. Other than that, if I was okay, she was okay. We did EVERYTHING together. She was my protector and my best friend, but one day she had gotten out. I was playing at my friends house across the street when I heard my brother scream my name. To my horror, she was being attacked by two large dogs a few houses away from mine and that was the day she was taken from me. The night after she died, I had my bedroom door open... I started to hear her collar in the hallway. It was just around the time at night when she would leave my room to do her patrols around the house at night to make sure I was safe. I sat up in bed and to my surprise, I saw her ghostly figure walk right past my doorway. I ran out to look for her and called her name, but she was gone. The morning after, I got up before everyone... I was still mourning her loss. I walked into the living room and felt her following me. I sat on the couch and felt something jump up with me and then a breeze crossed my face and it smelled like her breath. It soothed me knowing that she was still there, even in death.
My dad got a new dog shortly after to try to help. The day we got him, he ran into my room... Jumped up on my bed and started barking at nothing, staring at the side of my bed. He looked like he had been electrocuted! Another time, we saw him run out into the backyard in a fury and then he slowly walked in backwards through the doggy door staring at something invisible, but the size of my previous dog, in front of him. He backed all the way into our hallway, again looking electrocuted. He was silent and scared. He was so focused on what was in front of him. I called his name and finally snapped him out of his trance. I looked at my dad and told him my dog was visiting again.
Since then, I have noticed that I'm able to do things that may not be normal. I can sense if someone is negative even if I don't know them. I can sense when something bad is going to happen. I even had a vision once of a man sitting in the backseat of my car wanting to do harm to my boyfriend and I. We were at a gas station and shortly after the vision occurred, a man walked up asking for a ride. We said no.
I don't tell many people about my experiences. Some immediate family members don't even know. I really wish I had someone to talk to about them and the possibility of me being psychic and what I should do if I am. I don't know if I am. Maybe I've had some strange coincidences? Maybe I'm crazy. Any advice?

Real experience with Bloody Mary

I was only seven at the time, a few friends and I went to a bowling ally. Now our parents belonged to a bowling groups so we just chilled at the arcade part. One of the other kids told us a story about Bloody Mary. My friends and I didn't believe them.
So me and two of my friends went to the mens restroom. All we had was a flashlight. We turned off all the lights and chanted 'Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Boody Mary'. My one friend then flashed the flashlight on and quickly off. I looked at the mirror and there was a girl. She looked like she was in her early twenties. She was looking the other way, yet started to turn towards us. My friends and I bolted out of there before she attacked us like the legend says. After this experience, I feel like someones always watching me. I haven't tried contacting any other spirts after this.
A few months after my friends did this, my dad died. Could she have driven him crazy enough to kill himself? Could this spirit be so full of rage it drives people to shoot themselves?
Now, ever since this happened my moods are diffrent. I'm 15 and some days I'll just suddenly go into depression. Some days I just want to curl up and die. Could this be revenge for summoning her all those years ago?
My friends who did this with me all stopped talking to me. I met one recently and she seems ok. Could I have been the only one who seen Bloody Mary? Could she only be after me? If she is, then why? This may have happened seven or eight years ago, but I still feel the effects.

A made up story become a real story

A girl made up a story and published it on the Internet as a true story. The story went like this; there was a park where, if you went, you would see a boy always playing on his own. He would say to you "Let's play together." If you answered "Yes," you would be killed but if you answered "No," you could go home safe. The story quickly spread among children.

One day the same girl went to a park and saw a boy actually playing there. The boy said to her, "Let's play together." The girl thought nothing of it and casually replied "Yes."


And the girl died.

News in the midnight

About ten years ago I turned on the TV around 2:30 am. Sure enough , all I saw on the screen were colour bars and there was no sign of anything coming up soon. I was about to give up and go to bed when suddenly the colour bars disappeared from the screen, and some place that looked like a dumping ground appeared instead.

Together with the image, the words "NNN The News Bulletin" popped up at the top. For a while the screen continued to show the same dumping ground, viewed from a distance.

I carried on watching it, wondering what it was. Soon a lot of names started appearing, moving slowly up from the bottom of the screen, like end credits of a movie; and a monotonous voice read out these names one by one.
So it went on for the next five minutes or so, against a quiet, gloomy music in the background.
Finally when all the names had been said, the voice announced; "They are tomorrow's victims. Goodnight."

Ever since then I'm too scared to watch anything on TV past midnight.
And no one has ever believed my story either.

Have you got the ability to see ghost??

Try out this test to see if you have got the ability to see ghost.


1. Close your eyes.
2. Visualize yourself standing in your room.
3. Walk out of your room and make a tour around the whole house in your head, visiting all rooms one by one.


Don't read the rest of the article until you have gone through all the steps above.

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Are you done yet? :)


Now, did you meet any strangers in any of the rooms you went into?
If the answer is yes, you are psychically predisposed to see ghost! (Hurrah!!)
And by the way, that stranger you saw in your visualization was a real ghost.

The one-man hide and seek

Introduction:

The one-man hide and seek, aka the one-man tag, is a ritual for contacting the dead.

The spirits which are wandering restless on the earth are always looking for bodies to possess. In this ritual you summon such a spirit by offering it a doll instead of a human body.

Warning: If you have psychic abilities you may feel unwell or be prone to accidents during the ritual.

Things you need:
+ A Stuffed Doll with limbs
+ Some Rice (enough to stuff the doll full)
+ A Needle and a Crimson Thread
+ A Sharp-Edged Tool (such as a Knife, a Glass Shard, or Scissors)
+ A Cupful of Salt (natural salt would be best)
+ A Hiding Place (preferably a room purified by incense and ofuda)
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Preparation:

1. Take all the cotton (or whatever it is stuffed with) out of the doll, and stuff it instead with rice*1.
2. Clip a bit of your nails and put them inside the doll, and sew the opening up with the crimson thread. When you finish sewing, tie up the doll with the rest of the thread *2.
3. Pour water into a bathtub.
4. Place a cup of salt water inside the hiding place.
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How To Do It:

1.Give a name to the doll (the name could be anything but your own)
2.When it is 3 am, say to the doll "__(your name) is the first it," three times.
3.Go to the bathroom and put the doll into the water-filled bathtub.
4.Turn off all lights in the house, go back to the hiding place and switch on the TV.
5.When you have counted ten with your eyes closed, go back to the bathroom with the edged tool (a knife, etc) in your hand.
6.When you get there, say to the doll ,"I have found you, __(the doll's name)," and stab the doll with the edged tool*3.
7. Say "You are the next it, __(the doll's name)," as you put the doll back in its place.
8.As soon as you have put the doll down, run back to the hiding place and hide.
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How To Finish It:
1. Pour half the cup of salt water into your mouth (don't drink it; keep it there)*4 and get out of the hiding place and start looking for the doll. The doll is not necessarily in the bathroom. Whatever happens don't spit out the salt water.
2. When you find the doll, pour the rest of the salt water which is left in the cup over it, and then spray the salt water in your mouth over it as well.
3. Say "I win," three times.

This supposed to end the ritual.
After this make sure you dry the doll, burn and discard it later.

MOST IMPORTANT
Please don't stop this ritual halfway. You must do it through to the end.
This is a dangerous ritual and I will not be responsible for what happens to you if you try.---------------------------------------------
Other things to keep in mind:+Don't go out of the house until you have done the finishing ritual.
+You must turn off all lights.
+Keep quiet while hiding.
+You don't need to put the salt water in your mouth all the time. You only need to do it during the finishing ritual.
+Remember, if you are living with someone you might put them in danger too.
+Don't continue this ritual for more than one or two hours.
+For safety reasons, it might be best to keep all the doors in the house unlocked (including your front door) and have some friends close by so that they can come and help you at a moment's noice, if you ever need them. Keeping a mobile close at hand would be a good idea too.

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NOTES:
*1 - the rice represents innards and also has the role of attracting spirits.
*2 - the crimson thread represents a blood vessel. It seals the spirit(s) up inside the doll.
*3 - by cutting the thread off, you break the seal and release the spirit(s) you have trapped.
*4 - if you go out of the hiding place without salt water, you might encounter "something wandering around" in your house which might harm you in some way. Apparently the way to feel the presence of the "something wandering around" is to watch "what happens to the TV."
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The video clip below apparently shows the changes seen to the TV after 40 mins into the ritual. Nothing really happens but it gives you some ideas anyway.  
You can hear the changes in the sound;it becomes unsteady, repeats itself like a broken record, and gets warped towards the end.

Terror At 2 o'clock

At two after midnight look into the mirror with a comb in your mouth:
If you can not see your reflection in it, then it means you will die the next day.

What the old hag is looking for

Amanojaku's comment : this dream is one of japanese urban legend and it said to be dreamt by children
In the dream you are standing inside a room. And there you see an old hag who is frantically looking for something, rummaging through drawer after drawer.

You ask her, "what are you looking for?"
The old hag turns around and spreads out her hand.
"I am looking for my little finger."
You look at it and sure enough her little finger is missing.
Then the old hag asks you, "can you help me find it?"

If you have the above dream, make sure you say yes to her request, and find her little finger.
Because if you can't find her little finger, you will never be able to wake up again.

Odd Dreams Turn Into Real Life Nightmare

I just got back from a 7 month deployment to nowhere and anywhere. I was stationed at Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton and just moved into my uncles house in Carlsbad, Ca.
My first week there was normal. I was caught up on sleep from being in the middle east and my internal clock was working just fine. I've been back in the US for a little over a month. My second week at the new house wasn't that great. I was always waking up at 3am or sometime in between 3am and 4am. I decided to drink Monsters and Red Bulls so I could crash when I stayed up. I still woke up at that time. I dealt with it by calling my wife, who was in Seattle and stayed on the phone with me until we woke up. (I know I know...awww...). But it seriously worked every time. I would call her at 3am or whenever I woke up or we would just sleep on the phone together and I would sleep right through.
The 3rd week of August (and this is when things get crazy). Monday, I am half awake half asleep, laying on my back, on my bed. Being in my drowsy state, I saw or had a dream of a high school version of me, in my wrestling sweats, standing at the foot of the bed. I said to myself, "This is going to be a F***** up night" and rolled over on my left side. Some time passed and I see a tiny little, bowl cut haired head. It was me when I was a toddler at the left side of the bed. Slowly the tiny hands reach up and then there's a little toddler me on top of the bed crawling towards me. I remember thinking, "S***, here we go". Before I knew it, little me is on top of me, eating my heart. At least that's what my last thought was before I sat up and looked around. I turned the light on, found my cell phone, called my wife back up and went to sleep. I just laughed it off and told all my buddies and we made jokes. I never put much more thought into it.
The second night, I was on the phone with my wife and passed out. I had a dream that I was at my family's old house in Seattle. It was a one story house in a cul de sac. I was messing around with my sisters when these 2 guys knocked on the door. Their eyes were glowing amber-ish red. I figured they were demons, inside of these 2 people. I asked them what they wanted and they said, "We want to eat your souls!". I laughed and told my older sister what they wanted and she started to fight them. I get into the fight and I pull out my knife and stab one in the back of the neck and twist it all around. All of a sudden, everything changes and everyone disappears. I'm in a new building, with metal stairs leading up to brick wall, with no door. I look around and see a boarded up window and a metal door. I open the door and I see the "demon people" with guns, patrolling the area. I hear an evil hiss and one comes charging at me. I take him out and take his gun. Oddly enough, a door appeared out of nowhere and I opened it to discover a kitchen, with 3 tables in the middle, and weapons stacked on the tables. I tried to sneak around but a demon man saw me and hissed at me, so I shoot him. I was then surrounded by more demon people, them shooting me and me shooting them, until I fell on the floor and started grabbing weapons off the tables. They jumped on me and I tried to shoot them all but they didn't die and neither did I. We all ran out of bullets and then they helped me up and we laughed. I woke up literally laughing. Told my wife and my buddies and once again, just laughed it off and joked around.
Wednesday night, I am in bed early because I am on the shooting range for the week and have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn. I slept early and didn't get to call my wife. I was up at 2:58am and I called my wife. We fall asleep on the phone. I'm laying on my stomach, with the phone on my left ear, as my head is facing left. My arms are above my head, underneath my pillow. I dream about an exorcism at a random house I've never been to, with people I've never met. All of sudden I hear, "GO GO GO"! And we all run downstairs in a garage and get into a double sliding door, white mini van. We drive away and the guy sitting next to me starts screaming like he's on fire. He's looking out through the rear window and I turn to look. I see this transparent green demon with an ugly hideous face, long sharp teeth and the only way to describe its hair is long and sharp. It was looking right at me, smiling.
I begin to wake up from this dream and I try to open my eyes. That's when I feel my sheets being pulled, my arms are pulled by the sheets, making my hands touch my head. My bed creaks. I feel something straddling my back. I feel the weight, and the bed sinks and creaks some more. It felt like someone was sitting on my back, with their knees digging into my lats. I can't move, open my eyes or scream. I can't do anything. I felt helpless and I would've cried but I couldn't. Then I heard my wife say something. And it goes away. I flip the light on grab my pistol and look. I look for something, someone or anything to cause them pain. I'm pissed and scared at the same time. But no one is there. Just me and my pistol. It was around 340am when "it" let me go.
I wake my wife up and tell her everything. We pray and we pray. (We are both Catholic, getting ready to be married in church, already married in court) I can't sleep, I refuse to. I go to my buddies house and tell him what happened. I sleep on his couch and go to work. I tell the rest of my buddies what happened, no one laughs, no one jokes.
I don't have sleep paralysis, so please don't mention it. I was fully awake when it happened. I don't have PTSD. Or any mental or emotional issues. I was 22 years old, and in the best physical shape as a US Marine can be, and is suppose to be. I didn't take drugs or was intoxicated by alcohol or any mind and body altering substances. Before those three days, I didn't watch any evil, demon, war movies or TV shows (but I did watch the Paranormal Activity movie a month later).
Hag, demon, pissed off spirit, or the ghost of a cowgirl-whatever it was, didn't mean well. And it wasn't done with me. I refer back to what happened to me when I was 15. Is it coming back?

Singing Girl

One night, my friend Carla and I decided to spend the night at our friend Rennae's house, which was located in Union City, California. That night we were just hanging out in Rae's upstairs den - playing video games, chatting, watching movies, and other things. That's also where we spent the night and we were near the railing of the stairs.
Around midnight to 1 am when we all began getting tired, Rennae decided to share some secrets about her house, which she has never shared with anyone before. She told us that she always had strange feelings about living there, whether she'd be alone during the day/night, or with her family. There was something in that house that seemed to make her feel very uneasy.
She told us that she suspected that her house was haunted, because it belonged to someone who might have passed away a long time ago. During the past few years, (she lived about 4 or 5 years in that house) - she's heard many strange noises, especially at night. Noises that included consecutive scratching on the walls, objects being moved from a distance, and even footsteps. However, there was one noise in particular that seemed to disturb her the most. She described the noise to be what sounded like a little girl singing.
Carla and I joked about her lying for a while but at the same time, we did somewhat believe her--because she wasn't the type of person who would lie/joke about these things. After talking about it we all dozed off around 1:30 am.
About an hour later, I heard something strange coming from downstairs. Since we were sleeping near the railing, it seemed like it was coming right from the bottom of it. I would describe the sound as the shuffling of footsteps/distant whispering of a person. I covered my head with my blanket, started getting cold sweat on the palms of my hands, and stayed quiet. (I thought to myself, maybe if I just ignore it, it'll stop.) The noise went on and it seemed like the more I ignored it the louder it became.
I couldn't take it anymore so I woke up Carla and asked her if she could hear the footsteps or whispering too--or if I was just going crazy. We listened quietly and the noise continued. Carla and I just looked at each other shocked at what we were hearing. We both decided to wake up Rennae and we tell her about the noises we heard. It scared us even more because the noises we were hearing were the exact noises Rennae has been hearing for the last few years. Although, it seemed like Rennae had become used to it because she wasn't as shocked as we were. We all sat up and listened for a few minutes, and immediately afterwards everything just became quiet. We looked towards the stairs and nothing but pitch black was at the bottom.
Then, after a couple of minutes... That's when we heard the sound of a little girl singing. We couldn't really hear the words she was singing but what we do know was that she was singing parts of a song--like a singer who only remembers some words of a song. During those minutes of listening to her sing, we were all frozen solid just glaring at each other with our jaws completely dropped. I was honestly about to cry because I hadn't felt so terrified in my life.
The little girl had eventually stopped singing and after that there was nothing but silence once again. From that moment on until morning came, we ended up sleeping together on the same couch, which was away from the stairs so we wouldn't have to see the downstairs from where we were sleeping.
The next morning, Rennae decided to move out and stay with one of us for a while until she found another place to live. We never knew who or if anyone decided to move in at that house next. For all we know now it could be abandoned due to the number of hauntings that might have taken place.
From that day on, the only thing that remained in our minds was that creepy song that little girl sung. Sharing this with you gives me shivers all over because all I could think of is that creepy song...
Thanks for reading and I hope none of you have to ever encounter a thing like this.

Story from a Ghost

NOTE : I'm not the author of this story
Last night I dreamed about a child ghost!
According to the ghost, "the ghost you see in the dream is often a real ghost."

And he also said:
Ghosts love quiet places and so they often appear in houses with only one person living in it.
So what would they then do?
They have no intention of scaring the inhabitant, apparently, but only want to do things like watch TV together.

But it seems like ghosts sometimes unintentionally let themselves be seen at the moment of appearing and disappearing.

Therefore, for example, at the moment when the human switches off the TV to get ready for bed the ghost may also tries to disappear, and in the process of doing so its image sometimes inadvertently gets refleted on the TV screen. If the human happens to be looking towards its direction, then the ghost tries its best not to betray its presence - said the ghost.

But if the human persisted in looking suspiciously in its direction the ghost would be dismayed and think that it had been spotted, and it would stay hovering around the human until he or she falls asleep.
　
What should we do...?

I personally think that the thing about "the ghost in the dream being a real ghost" might be true, because they say you never dream things that you haven't experienced in real life. Although you can dream things you have seen in horror movies.

And the child ghost also said:
When you wake up halfway through dreaming about an encounter with a ghost, that ghost too comes to the real world and then you will be able to catch a glimpse of it for a brief second.
And if that happens in the middle of the night no harm will be done to you; but if it happens when the sun is already up, the ghost (for a reason I don't know) will turn demonic and before long you will be cursed to death or something terrible will happen to you.

The Manhole

There was a girl called Mayumi.
One day when she was walking towards the school, she caught sight of another girl ahead on the street wearing the same school uniform as her. The girl was her classmate, and was often the target of bullying in the class.

Bullying could often get extreme at an all-girls school like Mayumi's.
Sometimes her classmates just ignored the girl, and at other times they would do things like putting used sanitary items on the girl's desk. The teachers knew about the bullying but pretended they didn't see it.

Mayumi had no particular feelings towards the girl, but she didn't dare to be the odd one out and so bullied the girl along with the rest of the class. She remembered saying some cruel things to the girl.

Mayumi got closer and noticed the girl was looking very happy. And somehow she kept jumping at the same spot. Mayumi was puzzled. The spot where she was jumping on was a manhole. Why was she jumping like that, smiling like mad?
"Nine, nine, nine, nine...." The girl kept muttering while she jumped.
"What are you doing?" Mayumi asked the girl.
But the girl didn't answer and just went on muttering, "nine, nine, nine, nine...."
"Hey! Don't you ignore me!" Mayumi said with more heat in her voice.
But still the girl said nothing.

Until that moment, Mayumi never despised the girl like the others did, but what with the girl enjoying all by herself and ignoring her completely, a sudden feeling of anger welled up in her.
"Why the hell are you doing that?"She asked once again. But the girl went on jumping happily as before, as if she hadn't heard Mayumi's outburst.

Then suddenly a strange idea occurred to Mayumi that maybe this "jumping on the manhole as you say numbers" is a very wonderful and interesting thing to do.
It was a stupid idea, Mayumi knew. She felt confused about her feelings, and at the same time, found herself wanting to make the girl stop what she was doing. Mayumi somehow couldn't accept that someone like her was enjoying herself in that way.

"Move! I'll try that myself!" Mayumi said, and pushing the girl away, stood on the manhole herself.

Mayumi bent her knees well before making a big jump. At the exact moment, the girl who had been pushed away, quickly, and using all her strength, removed the lid of the manhole. Mayumi fell right into it.

The girl put the lid back on. And smiling with satisfaction, she started jumping again, this time muttering, "ten, ten, ten, ten...."

The legmonger

One afternoon, a boy walking home from school was approached by an old woman.
"Do you want a leg? Do you want a leeeg?"
The boy tried to ignore her but she wouldn't go away.
"Do want a leeg? Do you want a leeeg?"
She asked him, over and over again.
"I don't want a leg!" The boy rebuffed her harshly.

A horrible scream rang out in the darkening street.

People who rushed to the scene got the shock of their lives.
On the street lay a boy who got his leg torn off.

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There is no escape from the Legmonger.
If you say no to the monster, you will lose your leg like the boy above; but say yes to her and she will put the third leg on you, whether you like it or not.

There is only one answer that would get you safely out of the situation:
Tell her, "I don't want your service, but I suggest you go and ask___(someone's name)"
She would do as you say and go to the other person, but make sure you say the name of someone you don't like....