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The following story occurred in 2001. During this time I remember it being cold and we finally decided to pack up our Christmas decorations. My sister and I were two rowdy teenagers living in a single parent household. Our father had passed away a few years back, so our mother took on the full responsibility of raising us by herself. My mom worked as a flight attendant which made her time with us very limited. However, we understood why everyone was struggling to cope with this new life. In the middle of dinner one night, our mom mentions to us that she's going away for a few days for work related reasons. My sister Cleo sighs in disappointment and places her fork on her plate. I quickly pinch her arm and remind her to have a better attitude about everything. Cleo is my younger sister. At times she can be very disconnected from reality. She didn't understand that she wasn't the only person that had to sacrifice this things. After my quick Scolding, Cleo readjusts herself at the dinner table and apologizes. Mom smiles and continues to explain. Since she was leaving for a period of three days, our mom felt more comfortable with us staying at our aunt's house until she got back. Cleo and I look at each other in astonishment. You know how everyone has that one family member's house that you dread going to? Well, in this situation, that person was our Aunt Kathy. Was she kind? Yes, but her lifestyle would be considered a little unorthodox to most. Aunt Kathy was known for hosting outlandish events and always had at least two boyfriends. She had a son named Chase who passed away last year. During our childhood, our aunt would host parties and gatherings at her house and Chase would stay in his room the entire time. She insisted that he was an introvert, but every time I visited that house, I felt a strange and unexplainable feeling. Despite all of those things, I swallow my pride and nod in agreement. As my mother finishes explaining all of the details, I could tell that Cleo was very annoyed that we had to leave. She tried to convince our mom that we could watch over ourselves, but Cleo had broken that trust by inviting a boy over numerous times. Thanks a lot, Cleo. The next day, we pack a bag and wait on the front porch for our aunt to come get us. Mom had already left early in the morning for work. After about 15 minutes, Aunt Kathy begins to pull in the driveway. I still remember that car. It was a silver 1999 Toyota Camry. We place our bags into the trunk and sit in the backseat. Aunt Kathy shouts our names in excitement and starts a conversation. We discuss school, our mom, and of course, boys. But whenever we would mention our cousin Chase, her response was short or she would smile through the rearview mirror. After a semi long car ride, we arrive at the house. Green shrubs were lined across the lawn along with a barbecue grill. As we walk to the door, I look up and discover someone staring down at me through a window. The curtains jerk shut immediately after. I couldn't tell who it was, but I assumed it was one of her boyfriends. As we walk inside, I notice that all of the lights are off. Although it was daytime, it seemed eerily quiet and a dark hue shadowed the house. I guess this was oblivious to Cleo because she headed straight into the living room to watch tv. Aunt Kathy asks to speak with me briefly in the kitchen. The look on her face alone made me interested in what she had to tell me. She whispers to me and explains that she had been Distraught since the passing of her son. I hug her in consolation as she sobs on my shoulder. I understood completely how she felt. Losing someone that close to you is heartbreaking. Aunt Kathy begins to tell me that sometimes it feels feels like he is still here. Especially when she wakes up in the middle of the night. My heart dropped to my stomach. Even though I knew I had to ask her the following question, I wasn't prepared for the answer. I asked my aunt about the person in the window upstairs. As we were entering the house. She raises her head from my shoulder and looks at me in confusion. She had no idea what I was talking about. Aunt Kathy explained that she had been living by herself ever since Chase died. At that moment, I tried to convince myself that I didn't see anything in the window. Everything happened pretty quickly. Aunt Kathy insisted that it could have been her cat. But as the day continued, I realized how illogical that idea was. I think I know the difference between a cat and a human. During our entire stay at the house, nothing happened. As the last day approached, the idea of something eerie going on had diminished almost completely. Cleo and I hug Aunt Kathy goodbye and get into the jeep with our mom. Before we drive off, I notice two things. Aunt Kathy standing in the doorway waving goodbye and the same figure I saw three days before standing in the window. It seemed to be more of a silhouette and was black in color with soulless eyes. I turn to Cleo and tell her to look up, but when she does, the figure disappeared. We never visited that house again. Back in 2015 I was lucky enough to win a two day yacht tour that was being raffled off by a local boat rental shop. This was a short cruise with meals provided and a captain to charter us around. I never win anything, so when I entered the contest I really didn't think I had any chance of winning. I was imagining thousands of entries and only two entries were chosen. I was actually shocked when I was notified I won. Two people were chosen and you could bring a guest over the age of 21. I of course brought my partner and the other person who won brought his wife. The other couple, Robert and Carol, were funny, outgoing older folks. Definitely not the worst company to have for almost two days. We met with the captain, his first mate and the owner of the store on the dock at 2pm and were due to set sail at 3:30. We went over a few safety courses, took a tour of the boat and they showed us our very tiny rooms. I don't know why I was envisioning the kind of yacht that Jeff Bezos has. It was very much not that the yacht was nice enough, a little older and smaller, but definitely a lot nicer than the one I have, which is a non existent yacht. So no complaints from me. I'm only mentioning this because I think the age of the boat is the reason for what happens next. We set sail on time and started getting out into the open sea. It felt like we were 1,000 miles away from the shore by 6pm and the sun was getting lower in the sky. The view was breathtaking from the top of the boat. Nothing in sight all around us except a cargo ship way off into the distance. The water was a dark blue as the setting sun made its way past the perfectly straight line of water that looked like the edge of the earth. There was a table, a few chairs to sit in, shade in some spots, and complimentary champagne. Dinner would be in half an hour so we and the other couple shared some champagne and stories before dinner, wondering how we got so lucky to end up there. Or so we thought. Dinner had come and gone and everything was going great. Around nine my partner and I headed to the tiny room to start getting ready for some sleep. The boat was going to anchor down in the morning and we wanted to take a swim for some exercise to start the day so we needed some rest. We were out by 11pm then woke up again at 1am to a loud banging, an alarm going off and a red light illuminating our room. I wish that what I am describing was just a nightmare. It was in fact not. We scrambled out of bed barely dressed, terrified and half asleep. My girlfriend ran to open our cabin door and as soon as she did the first mate and the other couple were wide eyed in the tiny hallway putting on life jackets and handing us some. There was a smell of smoke in the air and I thought at that moment that this was an overreaction. There is no way this is happening and if it is, it isn't that bad, right? Hey, Ryan Reynolds here from Mint Mobile. Now I don't know if you've heard but Mint's Premium Wireless is $15 a month. But I'd like to offer one other perk.
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We have no stores.
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That means no small talk. Crazy weather we're having.
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No it's not.
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Of $45 for a 3 month plan, $15 per month equivalent required. New customer offer first 3 months only, then full price plan options Available taxes and fees extra. See mintmobile.com wrong.
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We booked it out of the hallway to the deck of the boat to notice that one half of the boat was on fire and realized the boat was sinking. The only light we had was from the fire in the stars. Anything outside a 50 foot radius was completely black, an abyss. The water was glowing orange around the boat as the small waves peaked and made kissing sounds, only to be overshadowed by the roaring of the fire and the occasional pop and crack from parts of the boat melting in the flames. The normal calm the sound of waves usually brings was slowly becoming the worst sound I could ever hear. We were surrounded by complete darkness and would be for the next few hours. The captain was preparing the emergency raft. It was inflatable and just required a pull on a string. With a strong pull the raft was quickly inflating to become a 4 foot by 6 foot foot, bright yellow, a flimsy vessel that would keep us afloat until help came. They threw it off to the side of the boat near a small set of stairs that dipped into the water. A small rope held the raft close to the stairs. Meanwhile, all I could do was stand in shock with tears running down my face. All I could think about was my dogs. Still not sure that this was as bad as it seemed. Seems we still have to be close to land. Boats put out an sos. I'm getting on the life raft so I don't burn alive or drown. The captain and the first mate were talking quietly to each other. That caused me to panic some. What are they saying to each other that they can't say to us? They begin looking back and forth between the raft and the fire. At this point point I am able to figure out that the series of events that are unfolding are not ones that are working out in our favor. I hear the first mate curse loudly and by this time we are all looking over to them to find out what we need to do. Why are we not moving into the raft yet? The fire is growing and smoke is filling the air. Maybe 10 seconds passed before the captain shouts everyone onto the raft one at a time. I was waiting for him to say women and children first because this felt like it was straight out of the Titanic. The first mate got into the raft and reached his hand up to Carol while Robert held her hand to help her down the small set of metal stairs. Robert was next and they both sat down on the raft. Then I climbed down the stairs followed by my partner. The captain launched an oar. Yes, one oar into the raft, untied the rope and hopped in. He gave us a push off the side of the boat as best he could. We didn't get very far with that, but the first mate had been trying to use the singular oar to paddle us away from the flames and smoke the first few minutes while trying to get a distance. Nobody said anything. Robert was comforting Carol and I was just staring off at the boat, anticipating a huge explosion like in the movies. However, that never happened. The boat just burned and burned, and after about 20 minutes, the fire was diminishing due to the water that was quickly sinking the boat. This seemed like an actual nightmare and I didn't even know at that point that it was only going to get worse. The fire had been out for only a few minutes and the only way any of us could see one another was by the dim light of the moon. Of course, the moon was not even close to full that night. It barely lit up anything. You could maybe see a foot in front of you. Anything past that was just black, never ending darkness. The first mate made his way around, securing our life jackets tightly. I appreciated the concern, but I told him I would be fine without a life jacket. The captain had been digging around in a box that was built into the side of the raft. He pulled out what looked like an extra piece of the raft's material and a bright orange flare gun. He maneuvered slowly to the empty side of the boat, lifted up the side, and that's when we heard the gurgling of air leaving the raft and hitting the water. There is no way there's a hole in this raft. He tried a few times to pull the side up out of the water, and each time, the weight of his body and inability to get any leverage to use force to keep the underside up and out of the water long enough to try to patch the rip. The first mate tried to assist, but it all seemed like a waste of effort. Finally, in desperation, they peeled a clear seal off the side of the extra wrapped material, pulled up the side as hard as they could, and reached all the way over to slap the patch on. Unfortunately, this was not a success. They were unable to patch the rip in the side of the life raft. The only thing keeping us out of the pitch black ocean was slowly sinking. After a few minutes of exchanging cuss words, tight tugs and a few words of encouragement, it was time to get real about the situation that was happening. We were about to become stranded in the ocean, just floating there with miles of nothingness around us, above us and below. Us. After all, we were close to the southern end of the Mariana Trench, which is known to be the deepest part of the ocean. This gives me chills to think about. Miles away from the next sign of human life. The raft was losing its air and the inflated sides were becoming soft to the touch, squishing easily under the pressure of my hand. The flare gun went off. It was a silent star shooting way up into the sky. And then a pop, like a firework. The light was so bright from the flare I could see regret and fear in the older couple's eyes. I knew at this point that we had about 30 minutes until the raft was just a piece of flat yellow rubber and nylon. Nothing much was said in those last few minutes other than we learned we were almost 100 miles off the coast of where we departed and nobody, another boat or the Coast Guard had responded to our sos. Luckily, we knew that the area of the ocean we were in was considered a high traffic area for cargo and importing ships, so it was unlikely that we would never be found. It was probably just going to take a while to be found still in the dead of night, floating helplessly amongst the creatures of the sea for even just one minute is one minute too long. It wasn't much longer before we were all submerged and watching water take over the flat raft as it sank a foot, 2ft, 3ft, and by 4ft it was a pale, dark yellow mass losing its brightness to the sea. It was barely visible, but I had to watch it to see just how far it would go until it disappeared. That was a mistake, because when I tell you that that freaked me out more than anything, I mean it. We all stayed close to each other just for floating in the small waves. I don't know if I purposely tried to scare myself, but all I could imagine was the sea creature swimming below us. No matter how deep, I knew at every moment there was likely something there. I am an avid fan of Shark Week, so I knew that sharks become more active at night, dusk and dawn. We were just at the whim of the ocean waves. I didn't care that I was tired or hungry. I could only envision myself at any second being dragged deep into the ocean by a shark to drown to death, still barely alive when it let go of me, but too far down to float up fast enough to get a gasp of life saving oxygen, or even worse than this happening to me, happening to the love of my life who remained brave and stoic during this whole ordeal. If I had to watch something bad happen to Her. I would rather it just be me. Four hours and two flares had gone by when I could see the sky start to lighten up. The sun was rising. For some reason the thought of daylight was comforting. I was still still going to be floating around. But I could see now dawn was here and I could see if there were any threats around us or if boats were passing by that were able to see the wreckage of our flare signals. Help could see us. It wouldn't be long now until I am on dry land again. Wrong. The sun was getting higher into the sky. Sky. Despite everything, it was beautiful. The pinks and oranges from the ocean that was no longer black but blue. I decided to do a360 and turn around to see everything around us. That's when it happened. My biggest fear of free floating. Something bumped my submerged legs. Something big. I screamed a blood curdling scream and the only words I could get out of my mouth were big. My leg. Shark. At that moment I had no idea if it was really a shark. I just assumed the worst. Because obviously after this whole adventure the worst happens to me and what else would I expect? Shark Week comes in handy again. I remember to try not to panic and that they are attracted to shiny jewelry. I decided to take out my earrings and I tossed them into the open water away from us. The idea was that the shark would go after my earrings. It sounds dumb when I say it out loud now, but I would have tried anything. I just sat there and tried not to kick my legs but also tried not to lay on my back and float, trying not to resemble a fat seal. We were all just darting our eyes and bodies around to look for any signs it was still around. All of a sudden Robert let out a yelp. He too had been bumped. A quick splash at the top of the surface about five feet away revealed a large finger. We were still unable to tell if it was a shark by the fin or a dolphin. But I don't know much about dolphins. I didn't know if they lurked around the way this thing was. I guess the earrings didn't work. I don't know why I thought that was such a genius plan. We all came in closer to each other hoping to give the image that we looked bigger to the fish. I would be lying to say that each time someone accidentally kicked me while trying to keep afloat that I didn't freak out. But I did. And each time scared me more. Some time had passed and there was no sight of fins breaking the surface or any large Dark masses swimming below us. I don't think we would be able to really tell since we were basically eye level with the water, but everything seemed calm for the time being. We were all hungry, complaining of hunger and thirst a while later I figured at this point it must have been 10am already in the blazing sun. My girlfriend was sunburnt. Her face was beet red and her lips dry and cracked from exposure, dehydration and salt water. I eventually pulled off my shirt and used it to provide some shade for her. I was shirtless underneath my life jacket. Whoever rescued us was in for a treat. The thought of not being rescued before we perished to the bottom of the ocean crossed my mind and I was starting to spiral. Everyone was trying to remain positive, but not me. I guess I was the only one who witnessed every single mishap that led us up to that moment. Screw toxic positivity, Screw good vibes only. We are in a serious situation and despite being surrounded by never ending water, none of us had a single drop since at least nine hours ago. Is nobody else concerned about dehydration? I knew I was getting snapped nippy with people who didn't deserve it and have their own way of dealing with things. But I was having trouble seeing the bright side. All of a sudden a loud horn filled the air. It was like music to my ears. Help was close. Behind Carol was a red cargo ship in the distance, maybe half a mile away. The captain shot the last flare and the cargo ship's horn rang twice. They saw us. They were coming. The mood shifted and all the fears of Megalodons and third degree sunburns were gone. There was a collective sigh of relief. Immediately I started planning my move for when we got to land. I was gonna hit up a drive through, slam a gallon of Pedialyte, take a Xanax and hold onto my partner and our dogs and vow to never set foot on a boat again. The cargo ship threw over some floating devices and we held on as a Coast Guard helicopter flew in from the other side of the boat. The wind from the helicopter sprayed saltwater in our eyes and shot droplets at my face that felt like tiny bee stings. They lowered a man down to the water and he attached each person to what I believe was a stretcher, one at a time and reeled us up to the chopper. When we all made it inside of the helicopter and before we began the flight back to land, we hovered above our wreckage site. It was some ways off from where we were picked up. I looked down and thought about the odds of all this happening and the moment I dropped the raffle ticket into the bucket a few months ago and I was filled with regret. I was checking the remnants of the wreckage when I noticed a large black mass under the water. Then I noticed another, a smaller mass, then two more. The wreckage was swarming with sharks. The Coast Guard was looking out the side with me and made a comment. This area is notorious for shark activity. You all are lucky to have made it out alive and with all limbs intact. There were quite a few sharks swimming near the area we picked you up. The chopper was loud and hurting my ears as we took a hard swoop left. I just laid my head back and looked at my partner who was applying Neosporin to her lips, and the others from the boat removing their life jackets so they could use a stethoscope to listen to their heart or lungs or whatever. I didn't really respond to the Coast Guard guy about the sharks. I couldn't bring myself to comment on it. I just started to unbuckle my life vest and asked if they had a shirt I could borrow when I finished college. The Great Recession was at its height. Despite graduating with a high GPA and good internship experience, it took me two years to find a full time job in my field. During those two years I felt isolated, adrift and lost. In retrospect, it makes sense that this was when I brushed up against what may have been my first ghost. Newspaper articles at the time were full of stories of boomerang kids, young adults who moved back home to ride out the economic hardship with their parents. I couldn't stand for that to be me though. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I didn't think I could handle the pity, the claustrophobia, and the further sense of failure I would feel starting my adult life in my childhood bedroom. Instead, I worked three jobs to make ends meet. I could pay the rent, but I swiftly fell into a state of depression. I kept odd hours and it was difficult to find time to see friends. One of my jobs was with a youth psychologist. I was paid to transcribe recordings the psychologist made of his evaluations of patients. Because of confidentiality concerns, I'm not going to talk about anything specific that was in those recordings. One thing I noticed, though, was how many of the kids grew up in small, dying towns in the rural areas of our state. I lived in our major city and hadn't spent a lot of time exploring outside of it out of loneliness and depression. I started using my free time to drive Sometimes it was aimless. Sometimes I drove near the towns where the kids in the recordings were from. I passed ghost towns and isolated mountain ranges and old mines. Once I got my car stuck in the mud outside an abandoned cemetery and had to hike back to the road to flag someone down who could help me. The emptiness of those places seemed to cling to me. Sometimes I could stop my car in the middle of the road, take off my shoes, feel the hot asphalt under my feet, and stare at the horizon for an hour before someone else passed by. Even when I got back home, it was like I couldn't wash the desert off me. I felt changed. There was something else I noticed about the psych evaluations, too. Almost all of the kids talked about the supernatural. They had ghost stories, UFO stories, and a few even had skinwalker stories, all from these areas that I had been driving through. I was never a believer in the supernatural. But after having spent time in the places they lived and felt that eerie loneliness for myself, I could see why they felt that way. There's a major river in the southern part of our state that seemed to appear in a lot of kids stories. When I was in an independent bookstore one day, I found an older book full of stories and legends about the river. On a whim, I decided to buy it. Most of the stories were forgettable, but one that stuck out to me was a journal entry written by a miner who lived in the area in the 1800s. He said that one night in camp he looked over toward the river and saw a group of ghosts walking out of the water and onto the shore. There were no details beyond that, no description of the people he saw or any indication of how he knew they were ghosts. He said nothing about what he did afterward, but it stuck in my mind for weeks. I thought about ghosts that walked up out of a river and disappeared into the night. It wasn't long before I decided I needed to see the place for myself. It was far. The river is on the border of another state and lies along one of the least driven highways in the country. I felt uneasy as I was driving toward it, but exhilarated too. It's hard to explain, but something about reading those ghost stories put a sense of possibility back into the world. I believed in next to nothing at this point in my life, but maybe I could believe in this. It even seemed likely. The world felt dark, and this seemed like a confirmation of that feeling. When I arrived at the river, there was no one there. I parked my car, hiked through the sagebrush, and looked around it was just a river of muddy water. I sat down on the bank and thought about my life. Why was I going nowhere? When would this end? Had my boyfriend seen this looming nothingness in me and that was why he had Left? I was 24 years old and I was looking for ghosts. I had maybe even become a ghost myself. Sometimes at night I felt like I was beginning to fade at the edges. Like whatever had made me me was gone. Frustrated with myself and with the sun sun beginning to set, I stood up to leave. I walked back to my car, dreading the long drive home in the dark. When I reached my car, I almost missed it. The light was fading and my mind was on other things. But I happened to fumble my keys, getting them into the lock. And as I stooped down to pick them up, I saw it. A set of wet footprints leading to my car. I stood up slowly, tracing their path with my eyes. But I knew where they were going to start. At the edge of the river, my whole body felt cold and light. It was the biggest moment of unreality I've ever experienced. And it washed over me like a wave. The footprints were half faded, but very definite outlines of what looked like cowboy boots leading from the river and right up to the passenger door of my car. Then they vanished. There was no sign of where they had gone and no sound either. Just the buzz of insects at the water's edge. I didn't wait around to see anything else. I jumped into the driver's seat, started the engine and peeled out. I made sure the doors were locked, but somehow I knew it hadn't been a living person who had made those marks. I had hiked out a little bit, but I would have noticed if there had been someone else there. Especially if they had approached my car, which was on higher ground and more visible. The adrenaline kept me going the entire drive home. When I got back, I called my friend and we talked for an hour about unimportant gossip. I ordered takeout from the most basic normal sounding restaurant I could think of. I put a sitcom on in the background. I don't think I slept at all that night, and shortly after I was offered a full time salaried job in my field in a much bigger city. I moved that summer and I haven't been back to that river since. I also don't feel comfortable in the desert or in any isolated place. I prefer the busy noise of the city where I can surround myself with friends and it's difficult to get too lost in my own thoughts. But I know Now I know there are ghosts. Myself, age 6 or 7 and a 16 year old neighbor babysitter were sleeping in my father's trailer in the living room which had a bar dividing it from the kitchen and blocking most of the kitchen from view. She was on the couch, me on the floor near our tv, even farther from the kitchen. No one was with us and the dog was sleeping between her and I on the floor. I woke up for an unknown reason, jolting from a dreamless sleep with a racing heart. I noticed it was around 2am and it was a bright moonlit night which caused it to look like dusk before the sun comes up. A few seconds passed and I tried to find a clock to see the time but before I could I heard a bone chilling laugh which was on a loop of sorts, but each time it repeated three times but went for longer and shorter random intervals of extending laughter. It was not a person's voice. It was extremely mechanical in tone, high pitched but flat sounding. It was almost a mechanical and distorted version of my mom's voice mixed with high pitched flat identical laughing. It was like a broken post machine washed ruined toy with a damaged voice box. Sometimes it would stop but start again in repetitive intervals of three but at differently spaced out times. I could hear it was directly coming from the kitchen before the pitch black hallway in the white plastic kitchen table chair my dad often sat in. I was in such fear and shock that I leapt on top of the girl K and my knee rammed her body by accident from my lap to avoid seeing in the kitchen. She woke up with a painful but not angry, sleepily ow. Trying to convey that it hurt while trying to soothe and tell me to go back to sleep. I rushed trying to tell her in a panicked whisper that there's a sound from the kitchen that is not normal. All of a sudden she went from confused to silent as her face and body went tense and eyes widened. We both remember the next interval of laughter. I asked her do you hear that? And she said yes, hugging me as I clung hugging her with a buried face, avoiding looking in the kitchen. I looked at her hysterically and said I'm afraid. And she said I know I am too. Both on the verge of crying. She tried to get up and tell me that she was going to see if any friends were outside pranking us. I was crying in hushed loud whispering telling her not to leave me. I was so attached to her torso and hand that she was having to calmly, rushedly but nicely pull away. She told me to stay there as she got up and went out the front door. The sound kept persisting. She looked in the kitchen from the living room but saw nothing. I was severely hived up, covered in huge hot red splotches from anxiety and I was shaking in fear furiously with a clenched jaw my eyes shot to her walking back in after going around the trailer and up and down the road. The laughter kept happening but it decreased in intervals until it stopped completely as we held each other on the couch avoiding the kitchen until it stopped and we both drifted off. I also need to mention the dog was on the couch wide eyed, avoiding looking in the kitchen, shaking as violently as I was. She looked petrified. My dad was told about this the next day in the afternoon and went through the entire living room, the bar and the kitchen looking for a toy of any sort which could make the noise. He found nothing. I knew I had no noise making toys. I liked Barbies and cheap stuffed animals, all of which were at the opposite end of the trailer in my room anyway with a closed door. There was no explanation and the girl never babysat me again from her own intense fear of reliving that. This is my second shared encounter, me age 6 or 7 and my friend who was about 9 months older than me but in the same grade. I was being babysat by my childhood friend's mom. She was babysitting me as a request from my dad who always found a way to isolate me from my mom. My friend's name for the sake of identity protection will be C. C and I were in the living room on separate sides of a huge sectional, so big that I was against the wall on one side of the living room and she was on the other side. She was near the hallway leading to the other two rooms and bathrooms where her mom and older brother both slept and were snoring. C and I started hearing that same distorted, loud, horrific laughing at different intervals which was coming from behind the tiny island separating the kitchen from the open living room. There was only a few feet behind the tiny island we could not see. Our eyes were as wide as saucers. We were both holding big cheap stuffed animals for comfort and we were both cocooned in our blankets with our heads exposed. We both stared at the kitchen where the island blocked our view. Then our eyes shot from there to each other in absolute horror. I said that's the sound I heard. We both stared at each other with huge eyes and whispered about what it could be, stating that we are so scared and we also came to the only agreed action that we could ignore it and keep our eyes closed. We did until we fell asleep. I remember it happened for weeks. Eventually I fell asleep after the sound was experienced one night by us both. I woke up with my back arched like an upside down u, dizzy, facing the ceiling, jammed against the floor and wall, my knees and legs bent hard and my arms bent, strained with contorted rigid hands like someone who had a stroke. I was covered in vomit. I had, have always had and still have no memory of anything that happened. I asked her mom why I was on the floor after unbending my tail tense strained body. Her and her mom both said my eyes were open. I was not talking in words. Instead I screamed randomly many times going in and out of puking blood curdling screaming to frantic, wordless senseless babbling and I went in and out saying that I was going to puke, that there was something wrong and help me. They were both in disbelief that I didn't remember anything and C was really upset because I got vomit on her stuffed elephant. She was scared to go near me for weeks. She could not describe what happened to me very well, but I saw the fear and confusion in her eyes from the experience I remember the sound that haunted me was never experienced by me or my childhood friend Friend together or separately again in my older age. I still have no hereditary family history of mental illness in either side of my family. Also me personally having no mental illness, only trauma related to ptsd, depression and anxiety. After studying a lot in psychology, mental illness, other various mental and physical illnesses, and tons of research, I know that two separate people cannot simultaneously experience the exact same auditory or visual hallucination together. Every weekend my family goes over to my grandma's house for dinner. She lives right by the field behind my old middle school. Along the outside edges of the campus is a long paved path where I like to go on late evening walks or bike rides, especially during the summer. Those trails hold some of my best childhood memories. I live in Oregon, so most of my childhood was spent doing outdoor activities with my siblings. Back in the summer of 2012 when I was about 7 or 8 years old, we were visiting my grandma one night when we decided to go for a walk. It was a warm summer night and it just felt nice to get out. I decided to bring my bike as I liked to ride ahead of everyone so that I would have time to ride around the empty parking lot before everyone else got back. As I rode along the trail, the sun began to set behind the trees on the opposite side of the field. It was getting late but If I hurried, I would make it back by dark. With still some extra time to ride in the parking lot, I reached the long chain link fence which separated the field from the parking lot. I went through the gate and began pedaling quickly around each section of the area, being careful to avoid speed bumps. As I neared the old brick building, I noticed a man with a small dog standing in the grass to the left of the school. I didn't think anything of this until he waved and called out to me. Hey there kid. He called in a raspy voice. This man was about 6ft tall with long messy brown hair that was turning gray. He wore a pair of glasses that looked like they belonged on Jeffrey Dahmer and looked to be about 50. Just trying to be friendly. I waved back at him. Don't get me wrong, my parents had taught me about all the dangers of talking to people you don't know, but this guy seemed friendly enough. And he had a dog. No way he meant me any harm, right? What could go wrong? You come here often? He asked, not sure what to say but still trying to remain friendly. I told him, yeah, sometimes. My grandma lives in the neighborhood. My first mistake. He nodded and asked, where's your grandma? Being a dumb little kid, I explained to him how I rode ahead of everyone else and they were still catching up. This is when things started to get weird. He gave me a smile and asked me, have you ever found money over here? Kids drop their money all the time. No I haven't, I answered, still not thinking anything of this strange encounter. Ah well. I found $10 lying over there in the grass just a couple days ago. There's money everywhere. If you come over here, I'll show you. He replied, grinning even bigger. I began to get a bit nervous, not because I was scared of this guy or anything, but because I had pretty severe social anxiety and really didn't want to spend too long talking to him. Just then I heard my mom shouting behind me, what are you doing? Get over here. I turned to see her standing by the fence behind me with a very angry but concerned look on her face. I looked back at the man. I gotta go. I'll see you later, I told him, turning and beginning to pedal away. I took one last look at him, but he was no longer smiling. He just stared back at me with a look of pure hatred. When we got back, my mom gave me a huge lecture about how I should never talk to strangers and how dangerous that could have been. Looking back on the situation, I don't know what would have happened if my mom hadn't showed up or if I had actually gone with the man to look for money. I never saw the man again. I have no idea who he was or what his intentions were, but I can tell you they were not the best when you are alone, always remember to be aware of your surroundings and be careful who you talk to.
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Whatever your beliefs as far as the paranormal, I'll just say that these two instances are 100% true. I experienced them. I have always believed in the paranormal because I feel how could anyone be positive that something doesn't exist? Even if I haven't seen little gray men or Bigfoot, hundreds of other people claim they have. Even so, I have been blessed or cursed with a very practical, analytical mind. I watch real ghost hunting shows with a grain of salt, always asking how this could have been faked. Many times it is fake, but not all. Many things have happened to me that I dismissed as something else. So I'm only telling you these that I can't dismiss. My first experience occurred at a famous seaside restaurant in California. It's been featured on numerous ghost hunting shows as well as on Unsolved Mysteries. I lived about 30 minutes from the place, but I hadn't been there. I finally got to have dinner there with a boyfriend. I was fascinated, asking the employees about their experiences with their infamous spectre. See, I was happy to have a paranormal experience as long as I wasn't alone. At some point in the evening, I had to use the restroom. I asked my boyfriend to walk with me after I realized the restroom was outside the dining room and down a long, deserted hallway. He didn't want to wait right outside the women's room door, but he waited near the entrance to the hallway. So I was in there alone. Just my luck, no one else had to use the restroom. I went into the second of two stalls and did my thing and suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck began standing up. I didn't hear anything. It was just a feeling. So I told myself that I was just being paranoid because of the dark, scary hallway. And I'd psyched myself Out. Still, I was very relieved when a minute later, someone else came into the restroom and I was no longer alone. She went into the other stall, and I came out of mine and washed my hands. That's when I noticed there was no one in the other stall. The door was resting open as it had been clearly empty. There was nowhere else anyone could go in the small restroom. Yet I had heard all the noises. The outside door squeaking open and closed, footsteps and someone closing and locking the stall door right next to me. Yet I was completely alone. Heart beating out of my chest, I ran out of there, down the hall, and into my boyfriend's arms. Months later, I learned that the women's restroom was one of the most haunted places in that building. I'm glad I hadn't known that before I went in there, or I never would have been able to relieve myself. This next story happened in a house I had bought with that same boyfriend. It was a small house built in the 40s. There was nothing creepy about the house. But it wasn't long before we had some strange little things happen. I heard a man clear his throat behind me when I was home alone. Some items I'd put on the floor and leaned up against the wall got knocked over. Little things like that. But the weirdest thing that happened to me in that house were the knocks. They always seemed to happen when I was home alone in whatever room I was. There were two loud knocks on the window. It sounded exactly like someone outside came up to the window and knocked on it. Always two good loud raps. The first time, I was lying in bed one morning and I heard two knocks on my bedroom window. A quick knock, knock. The thing is, my bedroom was in the very back of the house, facing the backyard. And the backyard was not accessible except from inside the house. It was a fully fenced, very long backyard. And anyone who came from the street in front couldn't get to it because it was a very narrow passage that we had blocked to keep anyone out. I'd been awake when it happened, so I got out of bed and went to the window to see who it could have possibly been. Of course, there was no one there. There was no one anywhere in the backyard. The next time it happened, I was in the kitchen, home alone again. And there were two wraps on the kitchen window. It was daytime again, and our kitchen faced the carport. Of course there was nobody there. After a few more times, I told my boyfriend and my older son about it. Neither of them believed me. They teased me about it, saying I kept dreaming that people were knocking on the windows. So one day while I was taking a shower, the knocks happened right on the shower window. It was so close to me and so unexpected I actually jumped. This time I was not home alone, so I thought maybe my boyfriend or my son was playing a joke on me, so I kind of laughed it off. I knew that it would be hard to get to that window though, because it faced the blocked, narrow side of the house and right outside of it were rose bushes with thorns. Later, they both swore they hadn't done it. They were very serious and I could tell that they were telling the truth. They also said they had not heard the knocks, so they still didn't believe me. Only one time do I remember it happening at night. This time I was in the third bedroom that we used as an office in the back of the house. It also faced the inaccessible backyard and it was late and dark. My curtains were closed and I was doing something on the computer when the two loud knocks hit that window. I was too scared to look out the curtains. This only went on for a few months, but it happened a lot and every time it occurred in whatever room I happened to be in at the time. I never heard it from another room. No one else heard it either. Until one night. On this night I had gone to bed and my boyfriend and my son were in the living room watching a movie. The next day they told me that at about 1am they heard two quick loud knocks on the living room window. There was no knock on the front door, which was right next to the window. They looked out the window and of course no one was there. It finally happened to someone else in a room that I did not happen to be in. And after that they finally believed me and Doug Limu and I always tell you to customize your car insurance and save hundreds with Liberty Mutual, but now we want you to feel it. Cue the emu music. Limu Save yourself money today. Increase your wealth.
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