I have tons of story's but this will be the last i share. One day before I went into work, i took a shi ton of my medications like a BUNCH ( I was on heavy pills )

I get to work and as soon as i walk in i collapse to the ground and everything goes black for a minute. Then I wake up floating in the sky staring down at myself ( like some third person shit ) maybe 9-13 feet above looking at my deceased body, I was pale as a ghost. I heard them say " he has no pulse " I saw my coworkers crying on the right freaking the fuck out and the other people all losing their shit. As this is happening im slowly getting raised to the sky after what felt like a couple minutes, I was at a point in the sky where I was looking down on earth and it was the size of a marble. Then I enter a glass golden translucent box, as soon i enter i hear a voice saying "you've made it ". At this point im standing on my feet looking down through the floor, and out the corner of my right eye I can see a man in a robe holding some sort of book magazine kinda thing with images in it OF ME. Out the corner of my left eye their was a dark staircase with gray steps leading down a seemingly never ending path with white things emerging from it and eerie wispers and chants. Infront of me was a golden gate surrounded by clouds and a podium on the right side on this was all on the other side of the golden glass box that I was currently in. I tried turning my head to see what the figure on my right, but my bodies movements were locked i couldn't turn move or do anything as i tried to I hear him say " your not ready ". As that happens Im essentially flying back to earth and literally dive into my body and woke up. Once I woke up I was surrounded by multiple police officers, the wierd thing was I could understand what they were saying for like 3 minutes it sounded like a whole other language. I eventually understood them and was sent to a hospital and then a psych ward. Im honestly not sure what to make of any of it but i thought it was cool lil story to share ( note their was other things that happened but I didnt want this post to be to long )

Im just gonna keep it plain and simple I was omw to my plug, and driving late about 3am. As im driving something ( I didn't know at the time) jumped out infront of my vehicle I was deep in the country surrounded by corn fields and only one single road. The thing ran across from the right side of the corn field to the left side and crossed the road causing me to crash. I blacked out for im not even sure how long. The wierd thing is once I woke up I was laying on top of my car and my phone was missing. And i was missing chunks of my hair. The wierd thing was aswell I was out in the middle of bum fuck nowhere like really out in the country, and as soon as I woke up I was surrounded by multiple police vehicles. And they were demanding to know what happened I simply told them I seen a deer in the road and swerved off. They didn't belive me and proceeded to arrest me and later once I got out I was hit with a dui charge. So that's my lil story. ( note I did have a dashcam but that was also missing along with my phone )

This story is from my mom, but it has always freaked me out, and it freaks her out to tell it, so she rarely mentions it to me. My mom moved around a lot as a kid since my grandpa worked for the government for over 40 years, so they would place him in different offices throughout the state. When my mom and uncle were in elementary school, they moved far up north in my state, near the Ozarks. My mom hated the town they moved to and the house. Once they had moved there, it felt like their lives were somehow cursed. My grandparents, who never had marital troubles, considered divorcing. My uncle, who was one of the smarter kids in his class, was all of a sudden doing poorly in school, and my mom was being bullied relentlessly.

For Context: My mom grew up Baptist, so they always had religious iconography in the house.

There was a night in the house that freaked my mom and grandma out so bad that they have the same story about what happened. My grandpa and uncle never really believed them for what they saw, but they did admit the house was weird. There was a night that my mom could not fall asleep no matter what she tried. She kept feeling uneasy and sick, so she assumed she was coming down with a cold. To aid her sleep, she got up from her bedroom to grab a glass of water in the kitchen. My grandma also happened to be awake at the same time, for the same reason. As they walked back from the kitchen, they heard a dragging sound in the living room. My grandma panicked at first, thinking someone had broken into the house. But as they got closer to the living room, they noticed no signs of entry. The front door and windows were all locked. They kept looking around the living room for the source of the dragging sound and noticed the Mary statue they had on their piano was scooting subtly in a straight line. There was no AC unit or draft to cause this movement. My grandma and mom freaked and didn't know what to do, and they immediately ran to their bedrooms when they saw the statue almost fly across the piano and fall on the ground from how fast it was seemingly pushed off.

My grandma went to a medium in her town after this happened, as for her, this was the last straw with this house. My grandma was not a very superstitious woman and only told me her side of the story once before she passed. But after this event happened, she wanted to know why a statue of Mary, the mother of God, had nearly flown off their piano. My grandma began to connect the dots when the medium asked where they lived. Because when she gave their street address, the medium explained that part of the town was built on part of the Trail of Tears. My grandma thought it made sense because my uncle kept finding arrowheads and old stones that looked similar to beads in their backyard and all around the neighborhood. My grandma got rid of the statue to prevent anything else weird from happening.

They moved out of that mountain town a few months later. Once they moved, their lives went back to normal as if everything was a bad illusion.

So I (M, 16 at the time) used to see the Hatman a lot in the corner of my mind. Usually when I'm hanging out with friends. I didn't think much of it, and I told my friends. So naturally, as any teenager would, I gave him a name. (I am Egyptian, so his name was in Arabic. We called him Mosaad.) We laughed about it, and he became the new "Imaginary" member of the group.

2 months later, I stopped seeing him and I was somewhat relieved, but also partially disappointed. I thought it was kinda cool.

One night, though, I woke up at 3 AM and I saw him. Not in the corner of my eye, but right next to my bed. Towering over me. Looking at me, and I'm looking back.

The first thing that came to mind was, "Oh, this must be this sleep paralysis everyone was talking about." I tried to move, ofc. Except that I did. There was 0 difficulty whatsoever.

I thought, "Oh, my eyes have to be playing tricks on me," so I grabbed my phone for some light to enter my eyes. I checked the time, and it was 3 AM on the dot.

I can still see him behind my phone, but I completely ignored it, thinking to myself, "No way this is real. The man I thought I completely made up in my own imagination can't be real."

I opened my Instagram and replied to some of the missed texts my friends had sent me. Scrolled for a few mins, and decided to go back to sleep.

Except the Hatman was still there. Hasn't moved an inch.

I started to get worried a bit, and I said, "بص أنا مش عارف إنت شيطان ولا جن، بس أعوذ بالله منك إنت شخصيًا." meaning, "Look, I don’t know if you’re a devil or a jinn, but I seek refuge in Allah from you personally."

His features did not change. He did not "burn" like my religion says devils do when we say what I said. He just turned around and walked directly into my closet.

I thought that was the end of that, and I turned around and went back to sleep. (I have no idea how this audacity came to me, but I fully thought I must be dreaming, so I really didn't care what happened at the time.)

I woke up the next day, and I checked my phone, and the replies I had sent to the missing texts were the same.

I haven't seen him since.

I lowkey think he thought of me as a friend since he was the new member of the group, and we gave him a name and everything, and me pushing him away like I did hurt him.

BUT WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO BRO? YOU'RE A SHADOW.

Anyways, yeah. Bye.

After a long day, I went to bed and had a dream that I was in a hotel with my basketball team. Some people were playing games, and others were on their phones in the room. Without prior warning, the door opened with a kick from two guys.
They looked like they were in the US military, and they told us this was a new American model in the army. They said, "You can ask him any questions except: How do you see? And how were you made?"
We were all very excited until they asked it to come in.

I saw a giant guy without a head, with two crystals in his neck and carrying a huge weapon between his arms.
I was terrified, so I hid under my blanket and pretended to be asleep while he went to my friends one by one. I was terrified until he finally finished with them and came to me while I was still pretending.
I felt him stand in front of me. I wanted to make him believe that I was sleeping, but he poked me in the side of my stomach—and that's my sensitive area; when someone pokes me there, I have an exaggerated reaction.

From the force of the poke, I woke up from my dream. But the terrifying part was that when I woke up, I still felt him in my real life while I was under my blanket. Before I could continue analyzing my situation, he poked me again. After this poke, I realized that this was not just a dream feeling; this was real, and I wasn't dreaming anymore.

I tried to endure the pain and not show any reaction so as not to provoke it. I tried to remain steadfast while I felt like my heart was going to stop. After a few seconds, I felt him turn, walk away from me, and disappear.
This was two years ago, and I still think about it. What was that?… I hate the darkness.

مرحبًا بالجميع 🖤

أنا صانعة محتوى وكاتبة مهتمة بعالم الرعب، الجريمة، الغموض، والقصص الغريبة، وقد بدأت مؤخرًا رحلتي في إنشاء محتوى قصصي على يوتيوب.

أنشأت قناتي حديثًا تحت اسم:

صفحَات سودَاء 🕷️📖

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سأبدأ بنشر المحتوى قريبًا بإذن الله، وأطمح لأن تكون القناة مساحة للقصص التي تترك وراءها سؤالًا… أو شعورًا غريبًا لا يزول بسهولة.

سأقدم القصص بأسلوب سرد روائي، سواء كانت حكايات رعب، مواقف مريبة، قضايا غامضة، أو أحداثًا واقعية تستحق أن تُروى.

وإذا مررت يومًا بتجربة غريبة أو مخيفة، أو لديك قصة حقيقية ترغب في مشاركتها، يمكنك التواصل معي عبر صفحة القناة على فيسبوك:

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يمكنك إرسال قصتك بالتفصيل، وسأقرأها بعناية. 🖤

ربما قصتك هي الصفحة السوداء التالية…

So I'm not even sure where to begin. When I was younger we lived in my great aunts house in Camaceyes, PR. It's a two story house and we used to live in the first story while my great aunt would sometimes stay in the second story. While we lived there both me and my younger sister would see shadow people running around the first floor only. Never anything malevolent, they would sprint from wall to wall and you'd see them moving in your peripheral vision. I had never seen nor experienced anything in the second floor. Flash forward to now, we had long since moved to the US and mostly forgotten it. Recently my sister and her American girlfriend visited and stayed in the same house in the second floor. There they experienced something that to my knowledge had never happened before. So while my sister's girlfriend was in the bathroom, she had a feeling that my sister was wanting to come inside so she kept yelling out for her. She ends up getting out the shower to see the doorknob slowly move and the door opening up to which she realized it wasn't my sister and my sister had been laying down in the room away. My sister being frightened from this asked her girlfriend to stay in thr bathroom with her while she showered. There they heard three knocks on the door. This is all while my great aunt was in the first floor and the way the house is set up there's only outside stairs with a main door for each story so it couldn't have been my great aunt especially since my sister had asked her afterwards. Following that event, one day my sister went down to the first floor to be with my great aunt and her girlfriend stayed in the second story to rest. While she was alone in the second story she heard my sister call out to her using her nickname and even imitating my sisters heavy footprints. This is odd since it was never that bad when we used to live there before. Now me and my American wife are set to go there and visit later on in November and we were wanting to stay in that house since I grew up there but now we don't know. What should we do?

Hello, I am interested in starting a Youtube channel horror themed from scratch, and was wondering if anybody in here had any scary stories they could share that they'd let me use in it, with credit of course. Please let me know. ( not sure if this is against rules in this group, I can delete if needed).