When you read these unsettling tales of everyday people experiencing the supernatural, keep the lights on If you switched off.
Key Points
10. The Deadly Premises
Early in my nursing career, I worked at an inpatient psychiatric institution. An elective mute is someone who cannot or will not speak for reasons other than their own free choice. When he was younger, he talked and appeared normal, other from the fact that he was about seven feet tall. One night, he fled from the Deep South where he grew up and joined the military at the age of 19. He was listed as AWOL, and then as missing and presumed dead.
“My name is Marion Duchene (not my actual name), and I’ve been dead for 10 years,” he told the receptionist at a VA hospital emergency department in my section of the Midwest ten years later.
That was the last thing he said before he died.
At first glance, he seemed to be coated in dust, and his clothing appeared to be unchanged from when he was last seen. For security reasons, he didn’t have his social security number or any other kind of ID. In any event, they were able to identify him, maybe by fingerprints. However, the man’s family was informed, and they claimed they had already mourned for their lost loved one and that whomever was claiming to be him was just not real. They insisted on not being approached in the future.
While his lips moved in a manner that seemed to be speaking, Marion did not produce any sound. Despite the fact that he seemed to be chuckling, there was no sound to be heard coming from his lips. To my surprise, he seemed to pay attention when I spoke to him, and he often threw his head back in an imitating laugh.
It was discovered that no matter whatever drug was administered, it had no effect on the patient. Marion’s occupational therapy was useless since he’d simply smile and get up and start pacing again until he was instructed to remain still.
Marion was the last thing I saw in the parking lot on my final day at that work, pacing back and forth and “laughing.” Later, I began to question whether I had been dealing with a phantom all along. I still don’t know what happened all these years ago.
9. The rioting has ceased.
At the age of 16, I went on a road trip with my mother and sister throughout the United States. Even though it was late, we were wide awake and well-rested. To get gas and use the restroom, we pulled over at the only rest stop in 200 miles on an interstate. Both a tiny grey automobile stopped at the pump in front of us and two young guys standing outside it as their parents were filling up their van with youngsters on a road trip.
Everything seemed out of place when we arrived. Even though we’d been on the road for days, we hadn’t felt scared until then. My mother and sister walked inside, but I remained outside in the vehicle with the windows down. When I saw the youngsters, I heard them remark that they were frightened and couldn’t get the pump to operate, so they fled quickly. Despite the automobile in front of us moving on, I could not see the two males. Not a single centimetre. They didn’t seem to be talking to one other. Neither of them had a phone with them at the time. They remained still, as though frozen in time.
Both of the guys gently turned their heads toward us as their bodies remained still, and we all saw the same thing—their eyes were black as pitch and vacant. We couldn’t believe our eyes. A bare shell. A vacuum that does not reflect any light at all.
For as long as it took us to get out of that place, there was no stopping till the next town. What was the worst part of the whole thing? We were unable to locate the location on any maps. We knew precisely where to look on the interstate, but neither Google Maps nor any physical maps could help us locate it! No one could explain why that particular petrol station was so unnerving, not even the locals. No rest break has been found on the freeway we’ve been on since.
8. It showed up at the cemetery.
We were speeding through a big cemetery in an ancient Subaru that belonged to a buddy. Suddenly, we came upon a little pond and decided to stroll down the hill to get closer to it. On the opposite side of the pond, someone was perched on a rock. We couldn’t make out any details other than the fact that the figure resembled a guy with an old-style top hat, and it was entirely black. We made the mistake of waving and shouting, “Hello!” There was no response from him and he sat still on the rock. He leapt to his feet, ran toward us on the lake, and suddenly disappeared in thin water halfway across the pond. Suddenly. We all panicked and ran back to the vehicle. It was a terrifying experience.
Something was thumping about in the rear of the automobile when the car wouldn’t start. Although it wasn’t a continual thud, we could hear it once every few seconds or so. We couldn’t see anybody outside in the dark, but the automobile was making a noise. I unlocked my phone and tried to call my mother, but I couldn’t get through. We didn’t have any mobile phone reception. She spent the next 30 minutes attempting to start her automobile. We didn’t hear any bangs after that, but we still felt a heaviness in the air.
She stepped on the gas as soon as the engine fired up. There was no time to waste as we hurried away from the cemetery. Everyone’s phone service was restored as soon as they entered the gates. Someone or something wasn’t an animal or a person, which is the only certainty I have at this point.
7. It Was Nice To Catch Up With An Old Acquaintance.
I attended my high school reunion at the age of 37. A vehicle was waiting for me when I arrived at the airport. Approximately 35 kilometres passed through a remote and almost deserted area of the nation. About three miles outside of town, I notice someone waving me down. It turned out to be one of the men from high school with whom I had gone to school. When Jim (who must remain nameless) gets in the vehicle, we begin to converse. His appearance seemed unaltered, even though it had been twenty years since I last saw him. When we get in town, I invite him to join me at the VFW for a drink. He tells her, “No, just take me back to my house.” It was just a few streets from my grandmother’s home, so I headed in that way, but Jim told me to drive him out of town. I assumed he resided in the nearby mobile home park because of the presence of such a facility. The turnoff was over, and he muttered something like this: “Drop me right here. Seeing you again was a pleasant surprise “It’s late, and he’s gone.
I ran into some old friends at the VFW. We began to converse. As we discuss who would be attending the reunion, I remark that I had just picked Jim up and left him off three miles east of town. Even the karaoke singer puts down his microphone and stops singing. My cousin’s hair becomes as white as a brand-new t-shirt as he gets older.
It has been eight years since Jim’s death on that curve. he smashed his automobile into a wall. At his funeral, we were all together “That’s what I was told. “When I began to feel dizzy, I got out of the vehicle and took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. The obituary for Jim, who died eight years ago, sits on the seat next to the newspaper. There is still a piece of paper in my possession.
6. There is no wrath like a woman scorned in all of Hell.
A lady had perished at the hands of her violent husband after we moved into our new house. She despised males, to put it mildly. My father would wake up covered in scratches, and anytime my brother was cruel to my sister or I, he would also have scratches on him. My brother harmed my sister one day. He threw something at her. When he awoke the next morning, his nose was swollen and bleeding.
My brother accidently fractured his twin brother’s arm while trying out a wrestling technique on the day we moved out of our parents’ house. The man says that if it hadn’t been our last night in the home, he would have died that night.
5. He was met with death.
I was in my parents’ room at the time, chatting to my ailing father. He had advanced esophageal cancer and was dying. I had the distinct impression that someone or something was following closely behind me. Something around 4’6″ and all black was peaking over the corner of the entryway to the living room, with its hands on the door frame. As I approached, it retreated around the door and out of sight. Nothing greeted me as I stepped beyond the threshold. When I walked back into the room and told my dad the storey, he was floored by my sudden return. In the days leading up to the death of my father, guests at my home claimed to have seen it. The image appeared to my mother on several times till he died. Since then, we haven’t seen it.
4. My mother drew in the bad guys.
I lived with my mother when my parents split when I was a teenager. I’ve had a number of encounters with the paranormal. In the middle of a book while lying in bed, the room started to feel “icy.” Next, I’d feel as though someone or something was glaring at me with hatred. I would leave the room and return an hour later whenever I felt that way. I’d sometimes get a glimpse of a shadowy figure moving around the walls of my bedroom during the day.
My dog was being impersonated by anything in the apartment. Under the bed, I could hear a heavy growl, so I went to investigate. It seemed impossible for my dog to make a sound so deep. Dog or man impersonator, it was either way, it seemed like it was going on for very some time. There were other occasions, though, when my dog would run and cry and pace in the room next to mine, but he wouldn’t come to me when I called him.
When I moved into my father’s house, the paranormal activity ceased altogether.
3. A ghost evicted me.
Immediately after graduating from college, I became engaged to my now-husband. We moved into a basement apartment as soon as we could afford it since that was all that was available. In this house, my wife was horrified by the poltergeist. Whatever had been living with us made it quite apparent that it preferred to be left alone. Everything would be flying off the shelves. My wife was repeatedly kicked and punched. We had the uneasy sensation that someone was keeping an eye on us. It was impossible to go around the flat in the dark without being illuminated by a series of blindingly intense flashes of light.
When my wife and I were getting ready for bed one night, we heard a voice say, “[My name], move,” as soon as we went into the room. My wife turned to face me. I squinted my eyes and took a peek at her. “You’ve got it, friend,” I yelled. It was only a few days later that we were able to return to our own home. A few months later, the house’s elderly owner passed away, and it was demolished. To this day, there is nothing except grass and a tree on the property. I still pass by it from time to time.
2. The Final Countdown
It was a job that my father had in a remote jail. During his whole shift, he drove around the perimeter of the facility, searching for escaped convicts in abandoned structures. In general, it was a dull job.
My father was reading a magazine one night when he began to feel a pounding in his chest. He likened it to the sensation of listening to loud speakers playing a music with a lot of low-frequency bass.
Instead of continuing to read the magazine, he glanced behind and saw someone standing outside the vehicle in his rear view mirror. In an effort to protect himself, he grabbed his revolver and sprang off the vehicle. A parade of Native Americans entered the truck and passed past his seat before dissipating exactly where he was seated, as he realised outside the vehicle. He said that the fact that many of them seemed hurt made it obvious that they were ghosts. A few seconds later, the whole procession vanished.
On his walkie, he phoned the other perimeter person and tried to explain what was going on, but the other guy promptly cut him off. It turned out that the other person had previously seen something similar but refused to discuss it since he didn’t believe in ghosts.
1. The abode of the devil
Lock-up nurses were among of the most dangerous jobs I have had. One elderly woman said she was being stalked and mistreated by a demonic presence. Tiberius would be her name. On the unit, there were so many bizarre things that occurred. We’d enter the room, do our routine duties, and then depart, only for her to erupt in hysterical sobs. With her bloodied lip, black eye and bruises all over her body, she looked like she’d just been in a boxing match. None of us have ever seen her doing anything like this. The room would spontaneously reorganise itself. Her doctor was concerned that she was injuring herself, so she was placed in shackles. As a result of her immobility, fresh markings would form or her tray or cart would be pushed to another location in the room. There was no way anybody else could have done this since the room was locked. Every time we questioned her, she’d respond with the same response: “It was Tiberius.”
After she was released from the hospital, that room was always a problem for us. That was the place to go if a speedy answer or code was needed. A security guard once saw lights flickering on and off in the middle of the night. That was the location.
