Story 1
When I was 14 and it was deer season, I got up early in the morning like normal and went to eat breakfast before heading to the hunting shack. My stepdad informed me he’s not feeling well but I could still go out by myself. So I ate and I left.
Normally going through the fields we don’t use lights unless we have to, this was a full moon so I had a light on my head but kept it off I made it to the edge of the woods and got this really strong feeling I need to turn on my light.
I turned it on and seen eyes standing by my shack, I thought oh it’s just a deer or a raccoon. I walked in and about 20 feet into the woods I noticed the eyes aren’t moving or blinking if it was an animal it would’ve gotten spooked.
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Its eyes glowed bone white with my light shining at them and they were the size of my fist and standing level with the top of the shack which is six ft tall. At this point I get the gun off my shoulder (it had a sling) and I got it in a ready position not held up and aimed but just held and pointed down.
I stood there for idk how long just staring at these eyes when they drifted closer by a couple of feet. I say drifted because they didn’t bounce with steps there was no noise when they moved. I’ve never heard the woods be so quiet at dawn normally there’s birds chirping and bugs making noise, but it was dead silent.
Now I’m thinking if I turn it’s gonna get me. I stood my ground and said out loud you don’t scare me. Then i kept walking towards the shack, my boot got caught on a log I looked down for a quick second to get it unstuck and looked back up and the eyes were gone.
I heard no noise, no sound of a startled running animal on the dry leaves, no raccoon or opossum climbing the tree, they were just gone. I looked for tracks there was nothing.
Every time I have been back to that shack at dawn or dusk I would hear what sounded like a baby crying or a woman laughing, except it didn’t quite sound like a baby or a woman it sounds like something pretending to be something it’s not.
Story 2
This is gonna be a long one so I doubt anyone will actually read it, but if you do, props to you.
I'm choosing to go anonymous for obvious reasons, I suppose maybe I need it off my chest or opinions.
So, going back all the way to 2017 (Honestly I may have posted before, I don't remember.) I lived in a trailer. My grandmother and my uncle lived in it originally, staying the night there I was always spooked. Anyway, so me and my mother moved in as well. There was a specific hallway I refused to go down unless I needed to.
There were two bedrooms down that specific hallway, both frightened me but I was always afraid the closer I got to my uncle rooms. There was a feeling I'd get. I had it no matter where I was but it'd get worse the closer you got.
I'd see shadow figures about the house, usually in my grandmother's room. You'd see other random things as well in the hall. But the worst part was that feeling and a feeling of being watched. Then, it was generally from one direction, the hall. If you go into the hall suddenly it's from everywhere.
Eventually, my uncle moved out. I moved in, my mother did as well because well I wasn't staying alone. I refused to. I hated that room with every fiber of my being. That's when I learned that while the room had both feelings in it, the closet was the worst area in the entire house. It just felt like it sucked the air from your lungs. I was about eleven during this. My family has always been spiritual, though most ignore and deny it. At that time both my grandmother and my mother denied it.
As time went on I started having bad dreams about the trailer. But eventually it turned to lucid dreams. At the time I had no idea what was happening. I had about three of them. They all generally started the same, my mother standing there before leaving the room. I'd get up to follow and then go lucid.
The first and third time weren't too bad, but the second one is the one that bothers me the most, there was this thing there that I couldn't see but could feel. I knew it was trying to lure me out of the room so I tried to get back to the bed, I remember feeling it grab me. Arms, legs, waist. Anything it could reach I guess.
As I was fighting it, it lifted me off the ground. All the while I still can't see it. I grabbed the doorframe as it brought me into the hallway, I still remember the way it felt. The trailer itself looked odd. Dark and discolored. Warped almost. Dust idly floating around and gravity just didn't work anymore.
It ended up bringing me in front of the opened bathroom door, in front of the mirror on the door and disappeared off back to the room. I looked into the mirror, I could see myself but I could see behind me. Eventually I got a really bad feeling that if I didn't wake up something really bad was going to happen when it came back. So I fought to wake myself up.
After the third lucid dream I'd gotten an early birthday present from my great grandfather, a dream catcher. I put it above my head and suddenly no more lucid dreams. Eventually my mother and I moved out, time passes and we're now living in a newer trailer with her at the time future husband.
People keep giving me dream catchers as a gift, I even got one of my own after learning that they stopped the lucid dreams I'd get pulled into. Skipping to about thirteen? Fourteen? My cat at the time started destroying them. He liked the feathers, y'know? Anyhow, as my dream catchers dwindled, I got pulled into another dream. I got more dream catchers, was fine, they got messed with, fast forwarding to about sixteen, I had another.
This one was a bit different though. Started off as a bad dream, and then I felt it. I got into a car and as I was doing so I went lucid. I locked the car and I could feel it standing there, I always know where it is. It would unlock the doors and I'd jump to lock them back, I missed one and it got in. Then, it tried to drive me off a cliff. I managed to wake myself up before we went over.
I had another recently, I'm not sure if it was last year or this anymore. But it took place at my great grandfather's house. It was also a bit different for several reasons. Dream me knew it was there and kept avoiding the hallway, and eventually even started screaming at the hallway where it was to go away and leave me alone.
The screaming is what made me go lucid, and in a way I could feel it's irritation. I fought to wake up. I had learned as well that I had a dream catcher up that had been messed with still up because it had a painting- but hanging damaged dream catchers is a no no.
There's another I'm not fully sure where it fits, I'd blocked it out. I was reminded as I got further down in typing. I don't remember quite as much as I once did but I got sucked into a lucid dream of my room- the room I still have now. Though it was set up how I'd had it before I changed it around. I heard and felt it coming to the door so I pretended to be asleep, I heard it come in, felt it sit on the edge of the bed next to me and I felt it loom in close to me.
It started talking about (generally, as I said I don't remember as well anymore) how did I think it wouldn't know I was awake, was I really trying to pretend, taunting me really. That was the first time it'd ever spoke or even seemed amused. It started blowing on my face, I guess trying to make me react or open my eyes I don't know.
This year though? I've had so many of them. I'm eighteen now. I had a bad dream I ended up going lucid in and I was yelled at by one of the antagonists of the dream about leaving, he was like incredibly angry that I'd started waking up. As stupid as it is, it scared me so I forced myself to instead stay in the dream. Which I regret but yak.
More recently though, starting yesterday I've been dreaming of the original trailer. Now mind you, before I get into those, the person who now lives in the trailer is a family friend, who said my uncle and his friends had messed with a Ouija board in his room before we'd moved in. He said none of them will talk about what happened and frankly none of them seem to want to remember. But he also mentioned that it had gotten left in the closet.
But back to the recent dreams. Yesterday it had me and my grandmother going into the trailer, there was a horrible smell. Like make you wanna hurl, rotten kind of smell. Nothing much happened, my dream self was cautious of the hallway. And walking around the trailer. A dog threw up? There were like four or five, none of which that I recognized. And I woke up.
This last one, I woke up from today. It had me, my mother, my uncle, and his now husband. I remember being in the bathroom, it looked different. I was uneasy and I was quick to get back into the living room where everyone else was.
Originally I was standing near where my uncles were sat. Then these weird chime things started going off and my (dream) uncle talked about how it happens and to just not pay attention to it because it was down there basically. I'd had glanced back cause I felt that familiar feeling but my (dream) uncle had said they don't look back there.
I hadn't seen anything and hoped that was a good sign. I got spooked though the longer it went on so I went and sat on the other sofa by my (dream) mom. My (dream) uncle started showing pictures on a phone of how they'd seen something down the hall before. I tried not to look but even though I closed my eyes I still did.
Then the chiming or ticking or whatever got louder and quicker and my uncle (yak it's the dream by now) told everyone to feign being asleep and not to look. So we all did, I could hear and feel it around. Hear it walking, messing with everyone.
Then it got to me, it said something, I don't remember, (I mentioned that I wrote something after realizing a connection, this is it.) But then it started blowing on my face. Like it had before. Trying to make me react or open my eyes I still don't know. I guess I flinched though and it got angry. The rest of the dream is random and generally had to do with avoiding being found by it.
Some folks I know are worried something attached to me and has been since being in that trailer. I feel like it's taunting me or trying to tell me something or maybe both. All I know is I'm a little tired of it.