Tales from the other side

  Burial -  When I was like 5, I woke up and looked at the floor and saw a creepy thin hand sticking out from under the bed. Then this giant black figure appeared like a shadow over me and I felt like it was trying to take me somewhere. I woke up again and hid behind the curtains 'till my parents finally came home and found me. Don't remember anything between hiding and being found. You know, honestly, the creepiest thing that ever happened was when I had dissociated at my dads' funeral. I was really young, and somehow I ended up climbing into his casket at the funeral trying to give him a flower, and I just remember him not responding and I felt like I was floating over my self. Looking down at my self in the casket with him. I don't even know if it's a real memory since I was so young. As for the shadow figure, I don't remember if he had a face or not, but it seemed liked a hooded figure. Life is fucking wild man. Tailor – USA

Dark -  I remember being in my bed, and this shadow starting slithering up my wall. It wasn't like a shakey kind of shadow, there was something about it that distinguished it as some sort of living entity. He was almost dancing in a rhythmic fashion. Something compelled me to stand up in my bed and face the strange being, and then the next thing I remember is lying in my bed in sheer terror, screaming for my mom. The scariest part is that it happened again, I think either the next night or the night after. My uncle put me to bed, and I begged him not to close the door out of fear of it happening again. He compromised by leaving the door cracked, but somehow I knew it wasn't going to be good enough. Sure enough, as soon as he left, the shadow man starts slithering up the wall adjacent my bed. And again, although I remembered the terror I felt just a night or two prior, I rose to meet him. The exact same thing happened. I would chalk it all up as a bad dream, but it left ...

Hiking -   Alright, so there’s this hiking spot in my hometown called the gorge. My hometown w as home to a ton of Native Americans and there was a tribe residing in a cave now known as Mary Campbell’s cave. Named after a girl who was kidnapped by the tribe residing there (there are tons of different stories, including that she was repeatedly r*ped and tortured until the landslide hit and that’s why it’s not really a cave anymore. It killed everyone there). My friends and I decided it’d be great to go there at like 2am and ghost hunt. The trails are slippery, and you could easily fall off the side of the trail straight down to the river, that’s how people die every year in that park.  So we go to this cave and sit inside of it (cave is massive) and we had a voice recorder going. We were there maybe 20 minutes and heard a very distinct jingling type sound, almost like chains or keys. First on the right side of the cave, then immediately after on the left. It was very o...

Window -  I admit that I'm sleepy all the time. Way back on a night in college, I was sitting near the window, staring outside. Out of nowhere, a student showed up with slight bruises. He asked me where the room 209 was (cant remember exactly) so I told him (pretty sure it was a  “he”) to just walk right ahead from here. As expected, he walked towards the direction I told him. After a minute, I let that situation sink in.. I'm a bit nervous and in shock, honestly. Quickly, I picked up my  notebook and moved a seat farther.  The reason I did that?  Simple. There's no way a “human” can either walk or stand on that side of the building, there is no balcony or ladder outside that window. I never told anyone. Heard rumors that someone died in that particular building, I think it was him. Albao - Philippines

Hi everyone, Spectra here. Welcome to my blog. Everything I will be posting you can find neatly stored in the menu ( 三 ) under the term 'labels'.  It is sorted in different exciting categories.  Today is actually my birthday. As you can see, I'm very productive with my life, haha.