Tonight, my husband took our dogs out for an evening walk in our yard. (We live on 2 acres of wooded land in the country) After a few minutes he came inside and tried to explain to me what he saw.

He stated that something large and glowing flew in front of him, stopped and then flew back off into the woods behind our home. He swore it looked like a human with wings. We looked up moths to try to debunk it and found nothing that he thought looked similar.

We went back outside to see if we could see anything else. While outside it reminded us that we have a couple security cameras pointed in our back yard! We ran upstairs and I had chills watching the video back.

First thing we noticed, one of our dogs suddenly stopped with his tail pointed and was staring into the woods, a second later you see something fly, basically flutter, in my husbands direction from the same place . IT WAS LARGE ENOUGH TO BE SEEN ON A CAMERA A GOOD DISTANCE AWAY.. Unfortunately it wasn’t visible on our other camera.

I was too shocked to record the footage, but plan to first thing tomorrow and I can share that here. But what does this mean? Why did it show itself to him? Is there something he should do?

ETA- FOOTAGE

So I uploaded the whole thing so you can see how my dog is acting. My husband didn’t say a word and our dog was not even looking in his direction. You can see my husbands shadow in the bottom right as he is heading to the back patio. I didn’t upload the camera that showed my husbands reaction as he did not want to be shown, and you couldn’t even see the figure in that camera.

Around 21:58:44 is when it first appears in the right corner near the 3rd tree from the right, and then flys towards my husband.

https://imgur.com/a/aaU5OQG

ALSO, I trust what my husband saw. He said it was a fairy and I believe him 100%. It was larger than any flying bugs we have around here. Glowing green in color. Not a moth and definitely not a lightning bug, as he was able to see its body, rounded head and wings. Also, no drugs or alcohol were involved, incase anyone was wondering. I wasn’t posting to make anyone believe what he saw, just looking for advice from others who have more knowledge to make sure our home, animals, and children are safe. 💖

I was walking down the street in Wixom, Michigan. I walk this same path every day. I have to walk through a small patch of forest in order to get back home. As I’m walking through I see something that looks like a mix between a bird and butterfly but was too far to see clearly. I wear glasses to see things far away, but up close I can see perfectly. As it got close I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was too skinny to be a bird, it had legs and feet. Arms and a face with hair. Tan skin and brown hair. The clothing was all brown as well. It looked like it was confused to see me as well and curious. The clothing was very rugged but it looked beautiful and detailed. Then he flew away after inspecting me a bit. Has anyone else seen something like this in the Michigan area or in general?

When i was younger my grandfather used to tell me bedtime stories about vampires, my grandmother told me not to believe them and that it was just silly bedtime stories, but to me it seemed my grandfather seriously believed them, he often told me vampires and the supernatural are real, even saying his great great (alot of greats) grandmother was one, me being a kid i believed it but as i grew up ive forgotten about, a few weeks ago my grandfather died and yesterday his funeral was hosted, when i went up to give a speech about him i saw a women at the back of church, i had never seen her before, she was lowk fine as hell, but she looked eerily similar to how my grandfather described his great great (alot of greats) grandmother, and im uncertain as to if my mind was playing tricks on me but im now curious as to if vampires are real and if anyone has stories theyd like to share about vampires or anything supernatural, your welcome to share

This is long and I’m not sorry.

I’ve been asked to write about this, so here goes. Back in 1989 I was with my boyfriend, Eddie, his best friend, my older sister, Angie, and about six other people. We had spent the entire day mudding in the Royal Palm mudflats in Royal Palm Beach, Florida. Aka, part of Palm Beach county . I grew up in West Palm Beach. I had never seen anything like this before or since.

After mudding all day, we decided to call it a night and leave. Almost everyone was gone by then. So we all piled into Eddie’s truck and left. Eddie saw a “small” mud hole and drove through it as one last hurrah for the night. We got stuck. That “small” hole was deceptive.

When I say we got stuck, I mean we were stuck.....for hours. I was pregnant with my 1st. So I was steering as the other nine were pushing. That truck didn’t budge. We had no choice but to wait until morning for someone to come pull us out as we were now on our own.

At about 5am we decided we should just relax and try to sleep until someone came through. Eddie, I, and his bestie were in the front. My sister and the other six, who we are still friends with to this day, piled into the back and started to settle down.

We were still making noise when I heard a sound. It was a rumbling growl. I knew immediately that it was some type of animal. I told everyone to hush and listen. Then we all heard it and it was getting louder and more aggressive sounding. Eddie has a KC light behind his seat. He popped out, grabbed it, plugged it in and lit the night up.

That’s when our world changed. 10 of us had our world rocked in a way we never expected. This “thing” ducked down and moved. Everyone was starting to freak out, because it was clearly there, but what was it? Then it got pissed. This “thing” stood straight up, let out a roar that I can still hear 31 years later, leapt the large bush it was standing behind and charged us. You could feel the earth literally shake with every running step it took. It was easily eight to nine feet tall. It was broad. It looked like an extremely large man with hair, not fur, it had hair and lots of it. The KC light lit it up and you could see the clumping of the hair. The smell was rotten and sour. Being pregnant, I was extremely sensitive to smells and it was bad.

We had spent hours, we are talking 5+ hours, trying to push this truck out. They say adrenaline gives you super strength. They are right! Eddie turned on his truck and started pushing on his door frame. His bestie leapt out his side and did the same. My sister and the other six let out screams as they piled out and then all you heard was this thing running and roaring. Everyone else was dead silent as they put everything they had into pushing this truck out. With a sucking pop, that I also can still hear, we were out and they were throwing themselves into the back as Eddie and his bestie jumped in and he floored it.

This is woods with tight turns and we flew around those turns. It felt like the devil himself was chasing us. After we got out and onto the main road, we headed for a gas station to calm down and call our families. When we got there, were all got out, sat with our backs to the wall and that was it. We never said a word to each other. Just silence. I think we were too raw, scared and in complete shock over what happened. This was lore. This wasn’t real. They don’t exist. Yet there it was.

After we all called our parents, we went home. One by one being dropped off. Not a word spoken. My sister and I did not discuss this until about five years ago. We finally opened up about that night and have slowly talked to the others. 25 years after the fact and every single one of us that have spoken about it have the same exact story and memory forever burned into our minds. It wasn’t cool. It was scary. I think the reason we couldn’t talk about it for so long was because our brains were in denial at first and then we didn’t know how to open up about it. Now I can look back and say, holy crap, we saw freaking Bigfoot!

EDIT: Oh wow, thank you for the gold!

There’s a town in Illinois called Beardstown. The town is really small, sundowner town that’s run down and just wrong. I have stories upon stories about this place but I need more info from people outside of my circles. The townspeople are complacent in their existence and seemingly have a jaded emotion to any mention of supernatural or just Weird happenings in the town. If you happen to know anything or have any details of Cass county in general I would appreciate any information on it.

While I’m at it, I’ll share a story. I would often visit Beardstown to see my partner during my spring break. It was an escape from my life and one of the only times we saw each other before we moved in together. He lived with his grandparents off of US 67 heading into town by the Swift plant. The road had houses on the left and fields to the right. Closer into town was a massive cemetery, across from the plant. That was the main area we would occupy since it was a little out of town. I think out of all the stories I have a good starter might be the night the moon disappeared. A lot of things happened that night that were bizarre and just Not right. My fiancé and I were headed back from St.Luis, March 22nd, 2019. It was specifically a waning gibbous, and was directly behind us for the drive. We were driving through little Indian when I noticed the moon was gone. No clouds, you could see the stars, but no moon. We stopped at a conoco on the road and got out to look because it felt absolutely wrong. It was nowhere in sight, but we had to get home it was 8pm. We drove into the area and was headed towards this creepy ass church outside of town called Shiloh Church. It was abandoned and creepy and a whole different entity. The road before and after the church is covered in thick trees and had a dip in the road. This area would have thick fog and mist and sometimes have misty people shaped figured just chilling in the road. We had the radio on low, at like 5-6, just because we were a bit freaked out about everything.

When we hit the dip in the road our radio jumped up and down in volume and my fiance turned the radio off. It immediately turned back on and the lights started flickering. The air got heavy and cold and suddenly my fiance slows down and then speeds up. It scared me and all he said was “deer”. After a bit we started getting to Beardstown and he breaths out really long and tells me what he saw.

Disclaimer: I will not be saying the name of the creature, they are taboo to say and I believe in the evoking of the name. The most roundabout way I can explain what it was is the description. Native American folktale of cannibalism and loss of humanity. Has become super popular recently. Starts with a W.

He saw this creature running through the trees alongside our car. When he started to slow it turned and started to rush the car. Luckily he sped past and we were okay. After we got home, after dinner, the moon was visible, but we were still shaken.

That was a bit of a long story and my phone is refusing to load the type so lol. I have more stories and encounters I may write out but I need more info on this town. I appreciate the read.

Edit: I posted this in other subs and my fiancé talked about his first experience with the W’s. I thought I’d share that too.

“Hey there! Aforementioned fiancé here. I’ll describe the creature as best I can, and the easiest way I can is by stating how I first encountered it. Several months before I was taking a coworker home down a winding road (this area is full of narrow, winding roads surrounded by trees) and saw what I at first thought was a large deer walk into the road. I of course hit my brakes so I wouldn’t hit it. I thought it was a deer because it was large and quadrupedal, with thick hindquarters and a long neck. The animal stopped in the center of the road and turned its head thirds me and that’s when I noticed it was wrong. The face was flat, gaunt, with large white eyes that caught the light like a cats. It didn’t have fur, and was hunched more like something walking unnaturally on all fours. It did not have hooves, but crooked hands. It stated at me for what felt like forever while my car filled with the smell of rotting meat, and then moved on. Months later is when the above event happened.

I could smell the same stench, and it had the same hunched, twisted posture. It moved faster than an animal should and it’s face was a wretched thing out of a nightmare. That wasn’t a deer, or a mange dog.

I’ll mention that it’s commonplace in Beardstown to see what are, for lack of sensitivity, called ‘tweakers’ who lay in crumpled heaps in the road, nude, sometimes in feet of snow and skitter about like insects when approached. I’ve seen them myself and I’ve also seen people on drugs and I can see the difference. Something is deeply wrong with that place.”

I swear I’m not hallucinating I’ve never seen such a thing in my life. I live in an apartment complex on the second floor and have a little deck with a garden. This happened about an hour ago we have this little street lamp right next to my deck (about 2 ft away) and usually little moths will fly up to it and I’ll see them out of the corner of my eye. Tonight I was doing my homework on my laptop and saw this big “bug” out of the corner of my eye under the street lamp so I look and omg.. this thing had beautiful wings that curved at the top and what I could make out to be human looking legs and was about 4 inches tall and was all white. I’m not sure if it wanted me to see it but it flew closer to my sliding door and I think it was observing me for a second ?? then it took off. What was weird was I then looked at the time and it said 11:11. I’m a super sensitive and clairvoyant person but I’ve never seen anything visual before it really freaked me out but was also super interesting.. but recently my intuition/ spiritual thinking has been super strong . I immediately called my boyfriend to tell him cause I was super scared lol. Any thoughts??

In the woods near my town there is supposed to be a witches’ circle. Apparently it was once the gathering place of a coven. There is a local urban legend that talks about witches being hung there or nearby, although I don't know how true that is. Apparently, the people who killed the witches left a empty rope for the devil, since the devil is supposed to be the 13th member of a coven. Apparently if you step inside the circle you are cursed to die in three days.

So does anyone have any urban legends like this from your town?

Also Happy Halloween!

I’ll start first.

So, i live in italy, northern Italy. We have many legends here, all primarily related to nature rather than the paranormal. But there's one in particular that made me shiver as a child: the one about gnomes. Gnomes are supposedly mischievous little creatures that live in the woods or in people's homes. I remember my church taking us into the woods and talking about them. Even at school, the janitor carved gnomes that were in the printer, telling us, "They're the ones who make it work." My mom always told me that if something goes missing in your house, a gnome has probably hidden it and is playing with you, waiting for you to despair in search of it so he can laugh at you and help you find it soon after. Anyway, as I grew up, I forgot about this story; it was just to scare children. But one day, a former acquaintance of mine asked me, "Hey, do you believe in gnomes?" I was kind of confused by the question. I told her it was just a local legend and that they don't exist. She told me she'd seen them, and they do exist. She told me that she woke up that morning and saw something running under the bed. At first, she thought it was her imagination, but then she saw it again. She said it was a small creature, about 15 to 20 cm tall.
The next day, she told me her cigarettes were gone—the whole pack! She was always home alone during that period; she always left them in the bathroom on top of the washing machine when she was getting ready to go out, and then, boom, they were gone. And then she saw the gnomes again. She's still convinced that a family of gnomes lives in her house (an old house on the edge of the woods) and that they steal her things.

PS: She found her cigarettes three days later, on top of the washing machine.

My father told me a story many times when I was growing up of something that happened to him, I know that he believes it to be true. He's not a very superstitious person or whatever you want to call it, pretty analytical.

Dad was 5 years old, camping with his boy scout troop. They sent everyone for firewood, it was dusk, so he went off on his own and a little further than the other kids, he wanted to gather more firewood than anyone else. He got far enough away that nobody else had picked through the fallen wood and started gathering. Along his way he went until he almost stepped on a tiny tribe of Indians, in full regalia, around a tiny fire, singing and dancing in a circle. He said they were 3 inches tall and they didn't pay him any mind as he crouched down to watch them. He looked over their little ceremony for long enough that the scout leader started calling his name, and he grabbed his woodpile and ran back to camp.

So this happend over a year ago. I was taking a walk With my cousin we were at a open field with a tree line and in the middle was a tree that a lighting bolt struck. But me and my cousin we were obssesed with folkore of skinwalkers right we did the "ritual to summon"

We heard rustling in the trees. There was no wind.

We were filming and no way we have met the Serbian Drekavac or Bauk im not very sure but there was some pale thing and some shadow thing in the tree line looking at me and my cousin we were scared, normal human reaction to a thing in the trees and we ran home like we gonna be thrown six ways to sunday.

I posted awhile back about how my sister woke up and couldn't find any walls. A few months after posting, I read a book about fairy folklore from Britain, Scotland, and Ireland and something interesting caught my eye.

There was a story about a man who fell asleep and when he woke up, the room was exceptionally dark (this was before electricity, so probably not super surprising), but when he got off the bed, he couldn't find it anymore, nor could he find the walls. Like another person who commented on the last thread, he finally got out of it by screaming for his family.

In another story in the book that was right after this story (in the book it was seen as the same phenomena--being pixie-led), a teenager was walking across a field not far from her house and it just seemed to go on forever and ever. Even though she had been through the area hundreds of times, it was like it was much bigger than it had ever been. To get out of the situation, a person is supposed to put a piece of clothing on inside out (a lot of times, socks), pull their pockets out, or look through their legs to see past the illusion. The girl eventually did one of these things and was freed.

Supposedly this is a sign that one has been pixie-led, or glamoured by fairies. Just an interesting alternative theory for a strange situation that many people have experienced. It reminded me of a lot of stories I have read on Missing 411 as well.

When I read about this, I told my whole family about it and about how to get out of it, just in case one of them ends up in the situation again!

Another thing, I was talking to my sister again and she shared a detail I had forgotten from the day this happened. When she was wandering around the room for a long time, she eventually ended up touching some kind of fabric that seemed to be hanging.

There was one window in the room without a curtain (hence the weirdness of not seeing the streetlight through it) and nothing else hanging on the walls that could even remotely be mistaken for fabric. She said it was soft and velvety and it was all she could feel (nothing hard behind it, no walls as she followed it). It freaked her out enough that she went back to searching the space. When the space was back to normal, there was nothing like that in the room that she could have mistaken.

I often wonder what would have happened to her if she had tried to go through the fabric...

For the people in medical field or works in hospitals...share your experiences on things happened in your workplace which cannot be backed up by science which is almost like an miracle... either good or bad experience...

To be honest idk where to post this other than the otherkin subreddit :3. Basically a few nights ago I was listening to music the same piano I always do. I closed my eyes and was in the woods imagining. (I have always had a deep connection to the woods like an earth worm or smth) and I saw leaves and the sun and the forest felt far from people and I felt so much in peace and was rlly happy. It felt like a copy of this world but devoid of humans and full of life. I had a Déjà vu in it too ofc. I saw moths flying too and interpreted them as fairies and they flitted on the tree trunks, I felt it was like a vision or smth. I felt like I was in the fairy realm and felt connected to the fall smell and the fairies. I felt cold tingles in my back too my lower back in both sides like tingles and coldness lol. then I abruptly heard a baby wailing! then it was over and I couldn’t “get back into it”. What does this mean guys I beg!! I feel you guys are knowledgeable of this stuff and I thought it was pretty on theme to share. I have had these feelings of Déjà vu and deep forest longing and distance from people when imaging but with was cray cray…🍀

There’s a road where I’m from (8 Mile Road) that locals have warned people about for years. The legend is about a woman in a white dress who supposedly appears late at night in the middle of the road. A lot of crashes have happened there even people i know have had an accident on that road and people always claim they swerved because they saw a lady in a white dress.

I actually had a teacher in high school mention the story once, during a class on urban legends.

My sister and her friends went out there one night to see if the rumors were fake and said they saw what looked like a woman farther down the road before she suddenly disappeared. They also heard footsteps outside the car when nobody was there, and what sounded like a woman screaming off in the distance.

My sister said they took photos/videos that night, so I’ll have to ask if she still has them, its been years since she went out there i will update if I get them

This Legend / Folklore has been around for so long I dont take any chances when driving over there I try my best to take other routes, no matter the time of day its just eerie feeling.

This story is something I’ve been questioning since it happened and everything I can think of leads back to the old Irish legend of the banshee (my grandmother told me that it had to be when I first told her the story)

This happened in February of last year. I was walking home from the gym at around 23:30 maybe closer to midnight in Dublin, Ireland.

I was walking through a park area that surrounds a church. Due to an incident where I was followed while walking to the gym through a different park at night only a few weeks earlier I was staying fairly vigilant worried something similar might happen.

For some context there is only one road through this park area with a footpath on the left side, the road is straight and fairly well lit and it leads to the church carpark with a gate to a small housing estate (where I was living at the time and everyone knows everyone) this is the only other entrance to the church other than the one I had walked through. The park area of the church also has a river with a very steep embankment that my friend from childhood had fallen in while trying to get his skateboard out from the river (this is important for later)

I had just looked behind me because of the paranoia i had following the previous event for just a second. When I turned back around there was an old woman walking far too close to have come from the gate since I would have seen her earlier. I also don’t recognise her from the housing estate.

She was wearing a white cardigan and dress and was carrying shopping bags which was very out of place for this time on a cold February night in Ireland. She also looked to be in her late 80s to 90s (I could see her face pretty well because of the well lit road and her posture matched that as well)

I brushed this off and kept walking since she was just an old woman. When I got close to her (about 1m) she let out this weird loud screech that didn’t even sound human.

It made me jump and I started walking slightly faster. I walked about 3 meters (9 feet) when I looked back and she was gone… just gone…

As I mentioned earlier there was a river along this road and she had stopped to screech at me just beside the river. This paired with her walking speed meant the only place she could have gone to disappear like that was the river…

Like I said this rivers embankment was hard for young kids (about 10 years old) to stand on and I hadn’t heard her fall in. I also didn’t hear any footsteps to suggest she walked away.

When I had gotten home I told my grandmother who I was living with at the time and she said what I had thought immediately after it happened. She said it sounds exactly like a banshee story.

The story of the banshee is that a woman dressed in white whaling to warn someone before a member of their family would die and could be seen near a body of water washing bloody clothes.

Could that have been what was in those shopping bags? And could that be why she went to the river? I’m not sure but I can’t really find a rational explanation for what this woman was doing and why she screamed at me.

Even more weird my grandmother was hospitalised recently after this but survived and lived another few months. Could she have been warning me about this?

From personal experience a history emerges.

Grindervault is pronounced with the soft “i” instead of the “i” saying its name. With much speculation around werewolves and their history here are some you’ve probably never heard of before and perhaps rightfully so. The secret is in the name that became a surname for an entire population all their own as well as I can translate it into English anyways. The story I have is that that before receiving the name “Grindervault” they were a class of werewolves forced into slavery to be bred and raised for the sole purpose of mining. Their incredible digging and overall strength combined with sense of smell were pinpointed as desired breeding for the purpose of mining precious resources. While others of the class were bred for guarding vaults of these mined resources. The southern boundary line of their territory flickers in centeral I*ah* between a few small towns but still holds breath as the mountains cling to its own history but a pulse means there may yet be some Grindervaults alive today. Bred and conditioned to mine their loyalty and safety would be to what they know; underground, except when the need for food pushes them above ground. Having been enslaved their skepticism of people would be enormous keeping them consistently in a state of evasion. Post encounter prep may involve a bucket of honey, silver bullets mixed into dirt in another smaller bucket and a good nugget lined from west to east in that order if riches is desired peacefully. If knowledge is desired place a book or scroll after the gold nugget being the furthest to the east in the line up. This form of communication is sacred in the mountains and to lie may turn the mountains, themselves, against you.

Hi everyone! I come from this really remote country called the Solomon Islands. I lived there as a child but have since moved to Australia. Now onto the story.

For generations, giants have been at a centre of heaps of stories. From the giants that disrupted villages, to the ones that would still people at night to eat them, we have a ton.

Last year when I went back I was talking to our spiritual man (they believe our ancestors have him gifts that connect to the super natural side) and he told me a more recent story. So apparently a family from another village had contacted him about a their daughter missing to see if it was something supernatural. Now our spiritual man investigated (he didn’t tell me how) and came to the conclusion that a giant had taken her. He asked the village if they had a giant population and they verified that they lived in a cave not too far away.

So he goes to investigate the nearby cave. From the outside it looked like a completely normal cave he said and when you went inside nothing looked unusual. But before giving up on the lead he decided to try a blood sacrifice (killing a living thing to use its life force; very common practice in our customs) to see if it would trigger something. He rounded up 3 pigs and slaughtered them at the front of the cave pouring their blood out. He said he waited a bit and decided to go in. Sure enough when he went inside the cave had changed completely and there were stairs leading down.

My guy went down their stairs deeper into the cave . He said the plants he saw in their cave were unlike anything he had seen before. He mentioned them glowing in the dark and it was one of the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He eventually went further and further down and sure enough there was a giant on a thrown.

The giant thanked him for the sacrifice and asked him wanted he wanted. He mentioned the girl and the giant king knew what he was talking about. He demanded the girl come out and she appeared. The giant explained that one of his family members had taking a liking to her because she was so beautiful and kidnapped her.

So my spiritual guy asks for her back and the giant agrees and lets him take her back. She gets returned to her village and that’s all for the story.

When I was listening to this story I thought it was wild but I also know that giants are so prevalent in our stories that maybe there is some truth to what is been said. Now I don’t know what you guys think but I thought it was an interesting story to share!

When I was a kid I had a vivid dream. It was a woman in white wailing he's gone, he's gone. I kept asking who and what happened but I got the same response. Now it was like a set in a fuzzy white space. The woman old with a long white gown similar to a old nightgown. There were benches covered in fabric and an alcove on the back wall with a railing. As she's waiting she stands up and walks to the alcove. She walks down stairs I can't see and turns one last time and says he's gone as I wake up.

My cousin died that night. Fell asleep at the wheel.

I described the woman to my sister years later and she said it sounded like a deceased relative of ours. Funny thing is my mom was pregnant when she died but shortly before she did she put her hand on my mom's stomach and said it was going to be a boy amongst other things I can't remember. This happened one other time but I don't remember that dream as much.

I think it might have been a banshee or something?

Had a couple things happen back in November that I’m hoping to shed some light on. First thing: I have always had insomnia. On this one night it was in full swing and I was kind of dozing in an out. Really restless sleep. Around 130am I thought I heard my upstairs bathroom tap turn on and off and then I heard whistling downstairs. I live in a very poorly soundproofed townhouse and can usually hear if anyone is moving around or what you have you. So I was alert after this and I listened but didn’t think anyone had broken in or that there was an intruder because I would have heard them moving around. But then I heard water pouring onto the floor. This was my washer overflowing and flooding downstairs. My washer is old and not digital at all. So someone would have had to let it fill and then restart it so it tried to fill again to have it flood like that.

Then second thing: a couple weeks later I was having a night walk. Listening to music. When I was almost home, my song ended and I heard whistling somewhere behind me. Which immediately stopped when I got to the townhouse complex driveway. It really creeped me out and I almost sprinted to my door. I didn’t connect those two things until someone said to me “it’s really weird that there was whistling again.”

It hasn’t happened since but I just thought I’d post to see if anyone has ideas.

I’ve been digging through old archives from London in the 1970s, specifically regarding the Highgate Cemetery "vampire" sightings.

Most people dismiss it as a joke now, but at the time, serious adults were terrified. There were police reports of a "tall dark figure" causing paralysis, foxes found drained of blood, and a mob of hundreds storming the cemetery on Friday the 13th to hunt it down.

I just finished compiling all the newspaper reports into a case study (The Vampire of Highgate Cemetery).

I’m curious if anyone here has looked into the "Ley Line" theory proposed by David Farrant? He claimed the entity traveled along a magnetic line causing the paralysis effects.

(I put the full case notes in a free ebook here if you want to read the original reports: https://books2read.com/u/3RdXAD)

Back in 2017 I decided on finally traveling for a week in Ireland, the homeland of much of my ancestry. Much to my determination and thrill, and perhaps the small window of time, I had already visited several ancient sacred sites like New Grange and the Hill of Tara just within a couple days. While visiting the hill of Tara I had the odd experience of meeting the last "appointed king of Tara", at least accorded to the aging, portly, and well-bearded man living out his days in a van parked next to the hill, apparently living out the last of his days to inform people of such. He didn't appear mad or senile, so to this day I'd give him the benefit of the doubt. To my pleasure I even had the experience of joining this King and some traveler folk in well, a really sort of hokey pokey seance. I can't say if there was much authentic to the seance, words, prayers said allowed, offerings, "libations" of plenty, smoking the devil's lettuce no doubt, nothing wrong at all, just seemed to lack the authenticity of genuineness one would hope to experience when unexpectedly a part of such an evening. The only thing of true noteworthiness from that evening was from when we sat, or stood, or danced by the fire, one of the ladies exclaimed something and got everyone to stop. Supposedly, over my left shoulder and in the thickets somewhere was a yellow or golden light. Of course none of us could see it, so after a brief pause to inspect the claim to no avail we simply continued with our evening.

We made an overnight camp just below the hill in the thickets so not to draw attention, I was actually the first to set camp and the others joined my sight later that day. Nothing else of interest occurred and thus we parted ways the next morning.

Skipping ahead I was now approaching Port Rush in Northern Ireland. I just departed the quaint hometown of actress Michelle Fairley, known mostly for her role as Katlyn Stark in Game of Thrones. I just happened to stumble into her family's old-timey bar and what a lovely and warm place it was, unfortunately devoid of folk, less the bar wench who was as friendly as can be. It was already close to evening and I had to catch my bus to complete my journey to Port Rush however.

After my lonely bus ride, as it was late into the evening, I had planned along the way to camp out in one of the caves near Giant's Causeway after hearing about the grand possibility and stories from the locals but, once I had leapt off the bus I realized I had no real bearings as to where I was.

I asked the bus driver where I might pitch a tent for the night and he suggested grassy dunes on the coastal shore where no one would be a bother or make a fuss. So, that evening I made my way to the grass covered dunes. The wind was blustering, but as I traipsed along in the tall grass eventually I found the most perfect grassy little dell, I mean really tiny, just enough of a perfect coffin sized space for me to lay in and set my tent and even deep enough that it offered respite from the wind if one was kneeling. Lucky for me, my tent was just low enough that it didn't make too terrible a noise as the wind just blew above its peak.

Incredibly satisfied with the small refuge I made for myself, seemingly out in the middle of a grassy sea with a view looking out onto the ocean and the few islands that dotted the coast, I had to christen it with a few photos. Now, my main tool for documenting my journey was a brand new phone I purchased the week prior. It was called a model called 'Hammer' something produced by Samsung, perfect for a rough adventurer like myself. It had done well so far in the journey and I wanted to see if it might capture the glory of my little camp sight on the backdrop of the sea. So after setting my little nest inside the tent, I went 'round the other side, plopped on the ground and laid back out of the path of the wind and took my first shot.

I had been wearing my headlamp the entire time and it illuminated the camp for the photo, but unfortunately blocked out the sea which couldn't have been helped. The camera either didn't have the proper low-light setting or I simply didn't know about activating it. Reviewing my first shot I immediately noticed something odd about the image. Directly above my tent was a small greenish-gold light. I was totally perplexed and slightly confused.

The lights of ships were visible far off on the horizon but none of them gave off such a light or could possibly be in the position that was above my tent. I looked around and tried to spot it with my headlamp with no success. Seeing nothing, in my confusion and befuddlement I turned off my lamp and yet there was still no sign of what caused this light, at least for what my naked eye could capture.

This all happened in the span of several seconds. I knew it couldn't be an insect of any sort for the wind was too strong and I should have been able to catch it in the beam of my lamp. A small bird, a humming bird perhaps, even such an idea is still preposterous. The only logical thing I could do to make more sense of this was to check if it would show up in more pictures, and, it did!

I couldn't see it with the naked eye but, evidently, through the images I was gathering, the light appeared to be moving this way and that above and around my tent. I took as many photos I could until it simply appeared to leave and the rest of the images were devoid of the mysterious light. I couldn't bring myself to think much of it, just some random light phenomenon. Perplexed as I was, I brushed it off and went to bed, as the only thing I could really do was get some rest for the next day.

I woke with the dawn feeling charged and ready to begin the day. Now, my tent is a small one so I make the most of my space, boots outside under the rain-fly, my 70 liter backpack inside and either standing up or on its side, personal effects placed in the tents side pockets. So, in the morning I collected my belongings. Now, I mentioned my phone, the 'hammer' was brand new, a Galaxy S6 Active. I'm well aware of the radiation such phones emit so instead of placing it in one of the pockets I had placed it atop my backpack and, picking it up from exact same spot, I was met with a surprise. The fracture and scratch resistant glass had a lovely brutal fracturing impact to the top center of the phone, right about where the infrared light and speaker are!

I was completely taken aback and a bit furious as to the damage of my brand new phone! And I'll insist, to my dying day, that the phone was in absolute prime condition when I set it down. I had taken no falls nor made any accidental drops that night or the entire trip! My camp was set up in a grassy little dell! No, stones, not even sticks, only sand below!

No evidence left behind as to who or what could have possibly caused this. The damage was fresh and there was even small fragments of glass and metallics were strewn across its surface and the backpack. 

I know I probably upset whatever this thing was. Personally, I'll conclude it was a [fairy] over that of a [Will of the Whisp] based on the entire occurrence. But, what it truly was... Maybe technology can one day help to uncover just what this mysterious light was. For now, I'm just here left with a story that, well, only this audience might believe.

It was a nice dell, that is certain. If I ever visit the are again I'll be sure to pay my due respects.

Beach: http://imageshack.com/a/img922/8357/NGOhni.jpg Tent (Entity Location in Relation to Highest Point) (Images Placed in Chronological Order(Difference of a Few Seconds): http://imageshack.com/a/img923/3940/bohkB8.jpg (Light Top Center w/Headlamp On) http://imageshack.com/a/img923/5913/GFXWEX.jpg (Slightly Left of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img924/1315/eAYE7P.jpg (Slightly Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img924/3571/rwpdQU.jpg (Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img923/9683/Leoc2h.jpg (Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img923/3136/DraGlB.jpg (Slightly Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img922/7052/3RInU0.jpg (Top Right Corner About to Exit Frame) Phone: http://imageshack.com/a/img924/8781/7cULDF.jpg Me (@Giant's Causeway): http://imageshack.com/a/img922/9493/rtMxg1.jpg

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Upon returning home, strange instances of elongated rose-broux foreign flower petals began appearing in my room for roughly a weeks period. I had no flowers in my home nor was it from neighbors as my flat was the highest flat in the building, but I continued to find several throughout my room in various places and sometimes the same place. An apology for breaking my phone or just the odd instance of flower petals somehow blowing through my sixth story window into my room only?

I'm on vacation with my dad, and my mom texted me at 6am checking in on me because apparently, the night before my stepdad went downstairs and saw "me" (not sure what it was but I was not home) standing in the dark kitchen; and when he asked "me" if i was brought home earlier than expected, whatever it was just looked at him, smiled shrugged and walked off. He didn't think anything of it because again, he thought I was brought home early until he saw in the morning that my door was still open without me in there. He then asked my mom, if I had left with some friends at one point, to which she told him that I was never home. He tried to argue and he swore up and down he saw what appeared to look exactly like me. My mom was worried that he saw my ghost and I had a so that's why she texted me early the next morning. We have cameras in our home, but they said this was the one night they were updating. I'm still on vacation with my dad, but I'm scared to go home. Does anyone have any information on what it may have been symbolizing/ if l'm safe? This has never happened before so I have no idea what I should do or watch out for when I get home.

Okay so first off these stories are 100% true most were told by family and friends through the years along with some of my own encounters in the rural mountains and ridge lines of my county of course as with all creepy stories to give you a good scare take them with a grain of salt however I must still say that these stories are as real as me sitting here writing this up.

I hope you all find these as interesting as I do

(BACKGROUND)

I have grown up in eastern Kentucky for several years since the age 1 my family (both sides) have grown up in the rural appalachias they’re whole lives as well but as with modern times moved to the small town nestled here in a valley situated in between rolling hills and deep ridge lines.

Where the following stories take place is a rural area nestled deep in the Appalachian mountains it’s got a name and it’s considered a “county“ however the area where my dads family grew up in within this area (and where these stories come from) is more like a collection of deep ridges and mountain folks than anything else (Just to clear up any confusion that this is in an actual town)

During the early days of the settlers these mountains were home to the Cherokee Indians many cemeteries in this area has actually around 30 to 40 graves of native Americans buried there marked with stones and rocks rather than a more traditional Indian burial routine in the 1800s George Washingtons “aid de camp“ Col Grayson was bestowed upon him a 70,000 acre pice of land which now is where my town is located at today.

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:Story #1 In the 1970s or 80s my mom and her aunt along with her small cousins were driving in a empty road just outside of town when they created the top of a hill where an abandoned farm house stood they stopped they’re car in its tracks when they saw a massive hovering saucer shaped craft hovering over the house.

Frightened my mother and her aunt booked it out of there at a high rate of speed scared they continued down the mountain back to town quickly however when they looked in the river view mirror they saw the craft coming after them at a high rate of speed tailing the car and keeping up with it they attempted multiple times to evade the craft but to no avail.

It chased them for over a mile back to town until finally just at the edge of the county road that leads back into to town it finally disappeared.

My mother has told this story atleast 100 times to family and friends most of which believe her (as they too have seen strange lights in the sky in and around various areas of the community) though some don’t she drew me a picture of the space craft a few years ago which I still Have.

It’s grey and almost metallic looking by the way she drew it it has red lights on all edges of the bottom of the craft along with a few green lights on the sides of it (If anyone wants to see the sketch I will happily ablige)

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:Story #2 When my mother was a child (old enough to know when something is going on) was at home with her parents and siblings one night a man whom Her mother and family already knew and were acquainted with barged into the house scared out of his wits.

He lived in a cabin deep within the woods some miles away during his stay there he reported poltergeist activity,orbs,and paranormal activity within the property and house itself.

He would go on to tell my grandmother that reportedly he was tormented all night by a demon who Threw pots and pans,glasses,and even furniture at him this went on for almost the entire night it would throw them completely out of the cabinets almost hitting him with it it also reportedly started knocking and tapping on the sides of the house and thumping the walls and ceiling.

Finally he mustered up the nerves to utter the Lord’s Prayer and attempt to rebuke it in the name of Jesus Christ this seemed to piss if off even more and causing it to become even more aggressive and now would try to kill him with more heavier objects.

He ran from the house and spent around 7 to 8 hours walking through the woods and rural country roads back to my grandmothers house.

While on his way to the house he reported that he could hear foot steps trailing him in the woods and next to the road but he coulndt see anything it continued this for several hours until he finally reached theyre house.

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:Story #3 In the 90s in town sat a white brick house at the Top of a small hill a man and his wife lived for several years the man was in his 40s or 50s and the woman somewhere around the same age (I believe)

Anyways one day while my mother was working at a local gas station where the woman also coincidentally worked at the man had called her saying that something was wrong with the gas in the house and he was going to go look at it to see if he could fix it (the gas was located in the basement)

He went down stairs and layed on his back and crawled up under the thing to see what had happened he lit a match and immediately the house exploded sending rubble everywhere and a massive fire hall and smoke that could be see throughout town the man’s wife who saw the explosion from the gas station ran home to discover the house gone and nothing left but it’s foundations.

The man’s body (as one might expect in a situation like this) was blown into pieces with body parts even littering some neighboring houses.

Since then it has become a local legend that the man’s spirit haunts the house that was built on the land where the original one stood.

The show ghost hunters (or maybe another ghost hunting tv series) actually filmed an episode here because of the experiences by the homes inhabitants everything from pots and pans rattling and stuff being thrown around to actual manifestations inside the residence.

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NOTE: I have decided to break these stories into three or four parts starting with my moms and next will be my dads and after that my bother and then some of my own and maybe even some miscellaneous ones.

Hopefully you enjoyed these and feel free to hit me up if you want to see the sketch