Late Night by The Lake

In the early 90's I lived in Oakwood harbor and the guard at the little guard shack was a rather attractive tall slim woman and I happened to pass by on several occasions late at night on her over night shift.

One night, I don't remember what day but it was a week day in the summer time, this car came flying in off the highway (I-40) and a guy jumped out and was all panicky and saying to call the police or someone, something was out by the bridge. "Which ran across Eufaula Lake just west of lottawatta road on I-40. I went with her because he really had me curious and we went the 1/4 of a mile to the bridge and there was several cars parked on the side of the road. The people had gotten out of their cars and was just standing on the shoulder looking up in an eerie weird sort of way. We got out and looked at them each other and then up. It took so long to look up because there was no noise or anything until you did look up and then you could tell that there was a black total void a good 100 yards across or more hanging in the sky. The stars were all around it and the moon was bright enough to light up the shore line as far as the eye could see but in that large spot there was nothing, less than nothing. You could just tell.

I was horrified in a way that I couldn't recognize and still don't understand now. I don't know how long we stood there but the next thing I knew it moved, slowly started to lift and drift some and then just took off at an unbelievable speed. Everyone came out of the trance like thing we were in and just got back into their cars and left. When we got back to the Guard shack I just walked back home (which was very close) and went to bed.

We never talked about that and as a matter of fact I don't recall if I ever spoke to her again since she left for another state soon there after. I started believing it was a dream. Now I'm not so sure. But I'd like to know

Invisible Beings

                My experience with the unknown started when I was in high school, but it only happened once. When I went to college, I applied as working student and was assigned at the Biology Dept. It was located at the 5th floor of a San Jose building.
              My first encounter happened during my training period. While cleaning the counter area, I freaked out when suddenly the polisher moved on its own and blocked my way. I screamed and jumped backward away from it. I called my colleagues for help. That time, my whole body went cold and couldn't move. Then Mike and the others went out of the office upon hearing me and asked what happened. I told them and he just laughed. To prove that I wasn't lying, I touched the control and tried to turn it off but it didn't stop. That's the time Mike ran towards the outlet and grabbed the wire and it's the only time the polisher stopped.
              Another experience; it was my first semester in the university and it was my turn to be the opener. Since there was a 7am class, I have to be there ahead of the faculty. I usually arrived earlier than 6 am or exactly at 6. When I got there, I would open all the gates and doors of the department and classroom before I go to one of the faculty rooms where I was assigned to clean. Every time I did the cleaning, I could always hear that someone's also cleaning the upper drawing room on the 6th floor because of the dragging sound and falling down of the chairs. It happened several times but I didn't freak out until I asked 'manong' (janitor) the person who was assigned to clean the drawing room above the faculty out of curiosity. He said that would be impossible, somebody would clean the rooms so early in the morning because no one would be doing that. They do all the cleaning before they go home every night. Upon hearing that, I couldn't explain the fear I felt because all those time I was alone on that floor and since then, I would arrived at the university at 6:45 in the morning.
             It didn't stop there. Bizarre things continued to happen while I was still serving the department. I could hear a stool being dragged at 6pm in laboratory rooms, lights and fans turned on and off, door banging or being opened even if we locked it already, something heavy fall in the Instrument room and every time we checked it, there's nothing there. We also experienced seeing a shadow passed in front of us. And during my last day in that department, while watering the plants in the botanical garden, I hear a child crying three times. I asked my colleagues if they hear it or if one of them was crying and they said no.
            My fellow working students have different experiences in that department. Every working student in the university has really something to say about their respective departments, not just us.
The experience of the unknown made me realized that in this world we're never alone.

My Oppression

            I'd rather not disclose my real name, sorry. I live in Scotland, in the country, a small town that used to be all fields, marshland and farms. Now it's a rather large country town with it's own Supermarket and shopping center. My house is a 3 story town house, in a quiet street that, as my whole family has experienced and accepts, is haunted.
          The spirits include a rather large shadowy bulky man with a golden wristwatch (the only part of him not enshrouded in darkness) who goes up and down the stairs at night. A little girl who calls for a mother whom I fear can no longer hear her. A small black cat (he's believed to be a family pet close to my mother who passed when she was a little girl). A shadow that walks in the back garden and a dog. My God-cousin used to come to my house when she was just a toddler and insist on playing with "the dog" despite the fact we didn't have a dog, until at least 7 years later. But sure enough she'd sit on the stairs in my house, playing with something no one else could see. The cat I find follows me around I often find it around when I'm scared or upset. The presence is calming.
Now for the experiences I and my family have had. I'll start with the "good" spirits. The young girl, no older than seven or eight I'd say, would wake my mum up during the night, calling "Mummy" but when my mother descended the stairs to see what was wrong with -who she thought was my very young sister-my sister, she was out cold in her bed fast asleep. Other nights she'd feel a child's hand on her shoulder and awaken to find no one there. Once she did see her, a full body apparition standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye, again she thought it was my sister. She turned round to ask what was wrong only to find the hallway empty.
             The young girl has appeared to me also, once when I was lying in bed-not even tired in the least bit- facing the right hand side with my head up against the wall. Suddenly everything went black, like I'd blacked out. Then my vision came back and I was looking to my LEFT at a girl standing in my room with the CLOSED door lying wide open, her long black hair covered her face -like something out of that horror movie I think it was called the grudge or maybe the ring- and she hung her head. She held a blue blanket in her left hand and just stared at me. I thought it was my sister as well, until one crucial fact finally hit home in my head. I was still facing the wall. As soon as I realized I was seeing through eyes that were not mine I was looking at the wall again and I immediately turned to see her only to find an empty room. I know what I saw, it was VERY real and afterwards rather frightening.
                The shadow in the garden, now he's a new one. He only appeared when my family decided to sell the house and downsize due to my mum's health problems. One day when we were awaiting a viewer, a potential buyer. My mum looked at the -switched off- TV in the living room and as the light hit it, she saw a shadow walk past, and I traced the light and tried to recreate it and found the ONLY way a shadow could have been cast on the TV was if someone or something was walking about in my Garden, which was empty... To us. Both my cats were in the garden and both were now crying to get into the house.
                Another time when my family was up getting the mid floor prepared for a viewer, my kitchen table was adorned with two high walled candles. (The "vase" if that's the right term was at least two inches high the flame was barely one, I tried there is NO way to make that flame jump the vase edges) and there was a table runner that the candles were sitting on which went length ways over the wooden table. EVERYONE in the family was upstairs doing their rooms, the three kids doing theirs, my mum helping my sister and my dad doing finance on the top floor. I came down from my room -lucky I did- because I was thirsty and my mum followed me, we found the end of the table runner (which hang about 5 inches over the edge of the table) on fire! Both candles were fine but one of them appeared to have moved. The tassel that caught fire was the far one, the one out of the way of the wind (we had the patio doors open) so there is no way it was blown up and into the candle and there is no way the flames jumped or flowed there either. I investigated and tried to debunk it, however I realized that the ONLY way you could ignite that tassel is if you picked it up and dipped it in the flame or brought the candle to it. If I hadn't come down that minute the house could have burnt up.
                        Also if the atmosphere gets too tense, like if I have a heated argument with someone that gets VERY loud and angry, then the electronics suffer. Usually it's light-bulbs that randomly blow despite the fact their new. My Laptop's hard-drive also burnt up despite no problem with my fan.
                         Now that I've "set the scene" The most active area of my house is my parent's study, it used to be my nursery. When I was a child I refused to go up the stairs by myself, I INSISTED my dad take me up. When I was really young, as a baby I would cry hysterically and endlessly when placed in that room. My cat, a black Korat would stand guard outside my room door and would not let anyone but my parents and grandparents in to see me and one night my parents learned why. They had a baby monitor in my room to listen to me in case anything sounded wrong. One night they heard me cooing and crying and then BAWLING and a man was talking to me, a man with a deep voice. I came to know that voice VERY well over the next 15/16 years.
                      I know the next bit is going to get me some psyche talks. He was a demon, a powerful and persuasive one. His powers of manipulation were matched only by his sadistic nature and his lust for power. He attached himself to me at a young age and for 15 years he tormented me, speaking, yelling, insulting, lying in my head. Appearing in my dreams and hurting me, beating me, ravaging me... Raping me. He never relented until I called him master but I refused. He beat me I refused. He tortured me. I refused. Then one day he threatened to do to the person I loved most, what he does to me. Only ten times worse. By this time I was suicidal. I tried once, failed. The second time he stopped me. He said he had "plans for me" and so did HIS master. Once he threatened that person. I gave in, I gave myself to him, not completely but to an extent he was comfortable with and I hated. Then he started calling me something else, a name to add insult to Injury, he named me after a song that I found described my plight rather fittingly, "Lucifer's Angel"
                 I never noticed at first, but he was stealing my soul. Slowly I became more sadistic, I developed a blood-lust, I began desiring and doing sadistic evil things. My once renowned empathy and compassion replaced by an unfeeling coldness, a heart that did not beat. I wanted to hurt everyone around me, no I wanted to kill them and I wanted to hear them SCREAM and I didn't care how much I hurt them and the only sound I ever heard was his laughter as he egged me on. "Kill them, kill them all" "Cull the human herd, slaughter the cattle!" Then he threatened me more, told me if I didn't kill people he'd take an innocent every day I resisted and torture them to death. So we compromised, my first deal with the devil, I was barely 16. I told him I would only kill bad people. He agreed reluctantly. He told me to start when I reached the age of 28. That number still follows me about I see it everywhere. He asked me to leave behind a calling card, a black cross, a symbol of corruption, a symbol of my shame.
                Then one day I met a girl, a beautiful young woman whose name I will not disclose either. She was a trained exorcist. My demon HATED her, he screamed when he saw her... And even though I swore to walk alone so as to never curse another person with my affliction. I found myself falling in love with her. I found myself ignoring my "master" then, on the 13th of July 2011 we expressed our love for each other. She learned of my "possession" if you could call it that, and thus My demon was no more, banished. Me and her are still together and I'm recovering well but I'm still haunted by memories, some scars will never heal.
                    Now I'm moving into a new house, my mum took some photos and caught two dancing orbs, always two never apart. Then she returned from the place with twin scratches on her foot. Before this I had a dream we moved in and crawling on all fours on the ceiling was a dark figure. Like a charred hooded Scarecrow with glowing orange eyes and a stitched mouth and a hellish shriek... I know it's real cause I can't get it out of my head. I'm afraid it harms my family my girlfriend has all ready been scratched. If I can name this thing I can create it, I still have my demon's knowledge. Has anyone else seen this thing or know it's name? Please any help you can offer would be GREATLY appreciated.

Dreams Becoming To Real

                   I'll make my intro short and sweet. My name is Kris, I live with my father in New York and my dreams have always been very vivid, but never harmful until last night. I have never told anyone about my dreams until now because they are becoming so real. I remember everything about them and some happen to be premonitions at times. I have two stories to share today even thought I have millions to share these two are the most recent.
              Last night I dreamt of a young boy and girl both whom I have never seen or met before. The boy looked troubled and the girl had vanished before I could speak to her. As I began to approach the boy he had pointed to a lake that appeared and before I could ask him what was wrong it became dark and very cold I could feel my body shaking. I turned and viewed the lake and began to walk into it before I could hold my breath I was taking under the water and dragged below the surface.
                    I didn't fight whatever had been pulling me down, I accepted it and I felt something make my head look up towards the moonlight and what I saw frightened me it was the little girl floating in the water I tried to reach for her to pull her out. Then I heard this voice saying she was dead and there was nothing I could do to help her and I began to see her body decay. Just then something grabbed my arm and it burned and began to scratch me and it hurt. I felt myself struggle to let myself free from this pain. Everything went black and I heard a faint voice say "find me" and then I woke up.
               When I awoke completely I looked at my arm to see that there were scratches all over it. The marks are beginning to fade away except for 3 nail marks on my arm that's still very clear to see.
This has been the first dream experience I have come out of with physical markings left on me I am not sure what to do if I should try to find the girl she left no other subtle clues besides the lake and the boy.

Story 2

                 Where I work now is becoming a bit strange with paranormal activity. I work in an ale house and in the basement is where we get the restock for the bar.
                   I was down there one night doing the restock and I felt a heavy hand on my back and then the light above me began to flicker; I ignored this and just told myself it was my imagination. A few weeks later I was down there again doing the restock and as I was going to go back upstairs I saw this black shadow in the corner of the basement in a separate room, I knew no one else was down there with me and the shadow (dark figure) was in the doorway of the room. I freaked out and ran up the stairs as fast as I could go although I felt something holding me back.
                    As I ran out back to the kitchen I saw my manager and he asked what was wrong and I told him I saw something down there and he told me that it was haunted down there and I took it as he was mocking me so I ignored him and went on with my night. I explained what happened to another co-worker and she had told me that 6 years ago one of the kitchen guys had a heart attack and died downstairs. His body was discovered a little while after that. It explains the heavy hand the dark figures and I am not the first to see these images and to feel and unsteady presences down there. The funny thing is that my manager said to me not this many people have experienced anything down there until I started working there.

Scariest Thing Ever!

I am 18 now, but last year I had a best friend and I'd be up at her house all the time. One summer I was up there and we just got done watching a movie and we heard scratching on the walls and cupboard doors slamming. I looked at her wide eyed like what the heck is going on?! She told me that her house was haunted.
A few weeks later I went back up to her house and we were sitting in the bathroom with a recorder asking questions. After about 15 minutes we played the tape back and you could here running water, voices, and heavy footsteps on the tiles. Nobody was moving and there was no running water whatsoever. We made fun and went downstairs, then I left for the night.
The next day I went up and we were sitting on the couch when I felt something very cold sitting on my lap. I looked at my friend and she felt me and it was severely cold. Now mind you, it was summer out. She went upstairs to go to the bathroom and I was downstairs when I felt hands wrap around my neck and begin to squeeze my neck. When my friend came downstairs again, I told her I had to leave right now.
I went home and was curled up on my bed when one of my statue horses I have on my dresser came flying at me and I realized I was followed. I got up off my bed and heard a growl and it faded to a hiss. I ran downstairs and wrapped my arms around my mom and told her what happened and that I was scared. We told it to leave in the name of Jesus Christ and you could hear it growl louder and begin to hiss as it faded away.
I went up to my friend's house after that again and I heard laughter. She looked at me and said "I'm scared!" I asked why. Apparently her mom's door, which is always locked from the outside that nobody but her mom can reach, was wide open. Pretty soon we were sitting on the couch and we heard her call our names, so we went upstairs to see what she needed and halfway up the steps I remembered her mom wasn't home. We turned around to go back downstairs and as I was walking down I felt something grab my ankle and pull and I slid the rest of the way down the steps.
I'm 18. I do believe in demons and ghosts. I do not get scared easily, but this event had me sleeping with a light on and I had to repeat Psalm 23 just so that I can sleep at night.
We moved a little while ago and I haven't noticed anything except I feel watched. The event still has me thinking about what is actually out there because I didn't ever fully believe until that night.
I know, I know. This is hard to believe, but it is true. I've gotten pictures taken of me at that house and you could see a black shadow with it's hands around my neck. This is a very real story.