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Scary Pictures of Shadow People Caught on Camera

Did you really see that? Out of the corner of your eye - something quick, something dark. It kind of looked like… well, like a person. But when you turn your head, you see… nothing. Was it just your imagination? Now you second-guess yourself, thinking your mind was playing tricks on you. After all, there’s nobody there. It’s only shadows… right?

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The phenomenon of seeing “shadow people” is a strange, mysterious, and often scary event that has been reported all over the world. Their true nature is undetermined - as insubstantial as shadows themselves - but theories range from malevolent entities, to extra-dimensional beings, to shades of the dead, to nothing but figments of the imagination.

Because encounters with shadow people tend to be so fleeting and so intangible, it becomes all the more difficult to explain and categorize just who or what they really are. However in some rare cases, there are those who have had the (mis)fortune to actually capture these shadowy figures on camera. The resulting images seem to evoke supernatural spectacle, creeping fear, and even more questions, but they also confirm an important truth: it’s not always just your imagination.

Here are 15 scary pictures of shadow people caught on camera:

1) Shadow Person Head. “My brother found this picture on his phone. This is his room, his door, his chair, etc., but he has no memory of taking this picture. It freaks the both of us out. We have no idea what it could be. I asked him what he thought it was, and he said a ‘shadow person’. He said, he has come into contact with shadow people. He has seen them face to face. We are a family of empaths, so could that have something to do with it? Is it because we can sense things others can't? Is it because we can see and hear things that others can't? Are we more venerable because we are empaths? . . . We both feel its energy when we are in his room, and I fear that it is studying him. From what I have researched about shadow people; when they come face to face, it’s suppose to mean they have interest in you. They usually don't like to be seen. Something took this picture. My brother didn't. I didn't. It’s obviously not a fake or photo shopped picture. So where did it come from? And why is it here?”

2) Uninvited Shadow Guest. “I have always bumped into shadows ever since we've lived here. Everyone laughed at me until one Thanksgiving when my daughter took a picture of her boyfriend. When she showed me the picture, she said, "What is that?" In the photograph, she was referring to a tall, black, perfect shadow of a man with smoke coming out of his head that was swirling and went up to the ceiling. So scary looking. I said,"That's the shadow man that I've been seeing". Now, they all believe me and now he is almost constantly around in my bedroom. It is the same story as everyone else that's written in: darker than dark, fear of someone watching even if you don't see him and they are outside also. Too much to write about. I just wanted people to know they're really out there.”

3) Shadow Person Caught on Web Cam. “This photo of a "shadow being" was taken by a computer camera. The person whose home it was had some anomalous things going on and often 'felt' someone there. She left her computer web camera on for a few hours, recording the room, then went back and looked through the
frames. This is what showed up on only two of them.”

4) Shadow in the School Yard. “I found this photo on my friends bebo and there was a black figure in the background, I was just wondering what it was. I think that it is probably a ghost and it's very weird. This picture was taken at my school in nottinghanshire, England.”

5) Shadow Photobomb at the Pub. “My niece owns a house in Lyme Regis, England. She spent new years eve with friends visiting the oldest pub/hotel in Lyme and took a series of pictures showing everyone enjoying themselves and for posting on FaceBook later that evening. What she captured was pretty amazing.

Firstly, let me explain that they were sitting in a closed area of the bar, where to the left of the picture there is an outside wall with no doors. From the other pictures taken at the time it is fairly evident that no one else was sitting close to them or behind. Yet this one picture clearly shows some kind of form which is not well defined in terms of shape, but seems to be very solid nonetheless.  

She also told me that they also all spotted a "wisp of smoke" over the table, much like you'd get when you blow out a candle. However (you've guessed it), there was no candle. When she went to try and touch it, it disappeared. 

The pub/hotel was the "Royal Lion" in "Broad Street" and has some reputation for sightings of ectoplasm and the sound of bodiless foot steps.”

6) The Hat Man. “Australia’s Port Arthur was once a former convict settlement and later the site of an industrial prison. With such a long and brutal history it is hardly a surprise that the area has a notorious paranormal reputation.  In 2011, the Poultney family visited Trentham Cottage and snapped the above photograph.  Mr Poultney said the family had been through the house just moments before, and it had been empty which begs the question who or what was in the doorway?

After seeing the photograph, Port Arthur Historic Site tour supervisor Colin Knight said the shadowy figure matched similar sightings of former Port Arthur clergyman George Eastman, who has reportedly haunted Port Arthur since he died in 1870.”

7) Waverly Hill Sanatorium Shadow Person. Waverly Hills Sanatorium in Louisville, Kentucky, opened in 1910 and soon after gained a notorious reputation for patient mistreatment and human experimentation. It’s believed as many as 64,000 people who were admitted to the sanatorium died there over the years before its closure in 1961. Today, under new ownership the sanatorium has opened its door once more as a haunted attraction for tourists and ghost hunters after being featured on the television show Ghost Hunters.

After hearing about Waverly Hills haunted reputation, a lone traveler decided to go investigate Waverly’s paranormal activity for himself. He took this picture while wandering the rooms of the sanatorium, and swears he was alone at all times and was surprised to see this dark figure captured in one of his photos.”

8) Moundsville Prison Shadow Man. “Moundsville Prison, West Virginia, first opened its doors in 1866 and was the home to many dangerous criminals over its years in operation. The prisons long and dark history includes multiple murders, suicides, riots and executions and today is well known for its extreme paranormal activity. Shutting down in 1995, the prison is now open to tourists and paranormal groups who are interested in its haunted reputation. This picture was taken by Polly Gear of the Mountaineer Paranormal group during an investigation of the prison; Gear stated there was no-one around at the time this photo was taken and cannot account for the shadow person standing in the doorway. Is this the spirit of a former inmate or something else entirely?”

9) Shadow Person on the Haunted Queen Mary. “The Queen Mary has a long and intriguing past. The ocean liner turned troopship, turned hotel is now an infamous haunted attraction that draws tourists and paranormal enthusiasts alike in their thousands each year.  It’s said the ship is home to over 130 paranormal residents, so it should come as no surprise the Queen Mary is known as “Most Haunted Ship” in the world. Submitted to Haunted American Tours in 2008, this photograph widely considered to be the best photographic evidence of paranormal activity aboard the famous cruise liner.”

10) Zombie Road Shadow People. “Originally built in the 1860s, Lawler Ford road, or Zombie Road as it is better known by the locals in Glencoe, Missouri, is famous for being the ‘Most Haunted Road’ in America. Stretching just over 2 miles long, this forest road is synonymous for strange lights, eerie urban legends and sightings of shadow people. Since the 1950’s there have been numerous reports of dark, humanoid shapes that mysteriously appear in the treeline, some travelers have even said that they have been followed down the road by these shadowy entities, only for them to suddenly disappear into thin air as soon as they leave the area.

These strange sightings were enough to interest the world renowned Paranormal Taskforcegroup who came to investigate Zombie Road in 2005. The above photograph was taken by Tom Halstead, and appears to show shadow people shadow lining the top of the hill. Halstead stated that there was no-one else present at the time the picture was taken and that the hill area was completely surrounded by water.”

12) The Grey Man. “In South Carolina, the legend of the ‘Gray Man’ is commonly told. The mysterious figure is said to be the ghost of a young man who died sometime in the early 1800s after being caught in quicksand in the marshes near Pawley’s Island. Locals say his spirit has haunted the nearby shoreline ever since. Notably, sightings of the Gray Man are said to always foretell severe storms and hurricanes.

First seen in 1822, there have been more recent sightings in 1989 just before Hurricane Hugo and most recently preceding Hurricane Matthew in 2016. Is this picture taken on the beach of an eerie shadow figure the Gray Man? Many believe this to the best photographic evidence of his existence to date.

13) Shadows of Alcatraz. Located in the San Francisco Bay, Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary is often cited as one of the most haunted places in America.  Prisoners, rangers and visitors have all reported a wide range of alleged paranormal activity on Alcatraz, from whispering in cells and locked cell doors opening and shutting seemingly by themselves to phantom figures in corridors. The above photograph was taken by Glenn Shelton, who claims he has finally proven once and for all that Alcatraz is the” Most Haunted Prison” in the world.

14) Shadow Figure in the Attic. “This photo was taken in the attic at my workplace (a restaurant which used to be a house and a theater) there are quite a few close encounters by the staff with ghosts in the last 10 years.....but now, finally, we have captured something on film. We believe this to be a shadow ghost that is haunting the restaurant where I work.”

In addition to the stories shared above, here are eight more very creepy photo captures of shadow people that have circulated the Internet. Are they more or less frightening without any background information?

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15) Hat Man Brings Bad Omen. "This was taken three days before their mother's funeral. See it's hand on her shoulder? She died in an accident shortly after."

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The above photos and stories were collected from The Official Shadow People Archives, GhostStudy, eBaums World, The Occult Museum, and Top Yaps.

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For more eyewitness accounts and encounters with shadow people, check out The Confessionals Podcast Episode 3: Hat Man and Ghostly Interactions; Episode 97: Bigfoot Staring Back at Me; Episode 126: Say It With a Smile; and Episode 129: House of Shadows.

What do you think “shadow people” are? Have you ever glimpsed a shadow person? Share with us in the comments!

VIDEO: Rake Creatures Caught on Camera

Bonus Episode 127: The Rake features an interview with Guy, who describes a rare, chance sighting of two creepy rake creatures near Dallas, Texas. (You can also watch the interview on video by clicking here.) If you aren’t familiar with what a RAKE purportedly is - or if you feel the need to be terrified today - check out the video below to watch a compilation of alleged rakes caught on camera!

What do you think rakes really are? Have you ever seen one? Share with us in the comments!

Written Confession: The Dancing Fiend

The following written confession was shared via Reddit:

“About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.

It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

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I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.

Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the f*** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"

Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran too.

I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.

I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.”

VIDEO: 5 Creepy Sounds Captured on Sleep Recording Apps

Have you ever wondered if something …abnormal… is going on around you while you’re fast asleep at night? Using trusty, versatile, and all-seeing cell phones, more and more people are now monitoring their slumber with sleep recording apps, to capture their sleeping patterns and help improve restfulness. But they also capture a whole lot of creepiness.

The following video features 5 mysterious, creepy sounds recorded while people were peacefully sleeping, oblivious to these eerie intrusions until they checked their sleep recording apps the next morning! No one knows for sure if the sounds are paranormal, human, machine, or somewhere strangely in-between - but they’re all a little nightmarish! Watch and listen below:

They say ignorance is bliss - would you want to know what weird sounds may be happening as you sleep, or would you prefer to remain totally unaware?! Share with us below!

16 Scary Things People Experienced in the Woods

Just what is it about woods and forests that makes them so beautiful and so eerie at the same time? When most people take a scenic hike through the woods, they don’t typically expect to come face to face with a shapeshifting, teleporting old witch in a cloak. But that’s exactly what our guest on Episode 125: The Shapeshifting Witch encountered while hiking around the isolated area of Dismal Falls in Transylvania County, North Carolina (which totally sounds like a place that’s not at all haunted…). As creepy and unsettling as his experience is, there are a great many uniquely chilling tales of people encountering something unexpected, and not usually welcome, while out in the wilderness. Whether they be supernatural events, human horrors, or mysteries of nature, here are 16 scary things people experienced in the woods!

Stories from Thought Catalog:

A ghost writes Latin phrase in the snow?

The words “Per audacia ad ignotum” drawn in the snow in the absolute middle of nowhere, yet no footprints around them. The words were probably a few hours old. The closest translation we could find was “through audacity towards the unknown.”

That feeling that you’re not alone in the deep, dark cave.

Took my young children to a cave not far from the house. Popular spot, but we had the place to ourselves. You can walk through it in about 30 minutes without too much difficulty. It has a tiny exit at the opposite end. It was pretty muddy, so we decided to turn around and head back to the entrance. Halfway back, there was a lit candle sitting about eight feet up one side. It was definitely not there on the first trip. I went into full-on protective-dad-mode knowing there was likely someone hiding in the dark while we walked the rest of the way out.

Get out now.

My dad said once he was out in the forest with one other ranger, the had to camp overnight halfway to their destination. Well that night they heard footsteps and a lot of them outside their tent. Then they heard at least 20 people scream ‘get out!’ Needless to say they got the f*** out and radioed it in. The next morning the cops went out and searched and found 4 skinned animals pinned to the treats around their camp site.

Apparently every time they go hiking, it’s a nightmare.

I’ve spent various stretches of time backpacking and camping throughout the US and seen some strange things.

My brother and I came across an abandoned trailer town, of sorts, that scared the hell out of us.

We also came across a rundown town (really, really small) out in northern New Mexico that seemed to have one person living in it. We based that on the fact that there was still some food and supplies there that were fairly fresh (perhaps just a few days old). Spent a couple days there trying to find the person, just to find out why they were staying in the town. Never found a person.

We found the skeletal remains of an unknown number of deer (ranging from bucks to fawn) ensnared in a barbed-wire fence that encompassed a 10×10 area in the Ozarks. A few of the skulls topped the fence posts, and there was one post in the middle of this area that had decaying deer bodies (looked to be two, but there were only 6 hooves jutting out of the wreckage) wrapped around it.

We found a dummy hanging from a tree while in the Yukon territory of Canada. Literally out in the middle of the woods. No reason for it, as far as we know.

And we also came across a dead junkie on a road out of Olympia. Obvious OD, as he had his arm tied and a needle in hand. Eyes were glazed over and staring straight ahead, mouth slightly ajar.

A giant guy in a black coat talking to himself is scary pretty much anywhere.

When out exploring an old abandoned quarry with some friends we found this dude stood staring at this rock, occasionally twitching, but he never turned around. We were pretty creeped out so didn’t investigate, and left pretty soon after. Later on that night we found out that another friend was driving down the lane that runs parallel to the quarry found a guy in a black coat stood in the middle of the road, and wouldn’t move. She was pretty freaked out and had to reverse all the way back up the lane in the dark because he was still there. Pretty sure it was the same guy, otherwise it was just a big coincidence.

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Why does this sound weirdly like a smaller scale DyatIov Pass incident, minus the bodies?

I was once canoeing the boundary waters between Minnesota and Canada. These aren’t your normal backyard ponds. The boundary waters are thousands of enormous lakes interconnected with each other (think mini-great lakes). We had been canoeing and camping along the lakes for about a week at this point. We didn’t really have an itinerary, just planned to boat and camp, fish, and live off the land two weeks. We had a GPS and a sat phone to call a helicopter for pickup whenever we were done.

Anyway, about a week in and we were set to canoe a few hours to the next lake. An hour or so in and we are in the center of a extremely long and narrow lake. Unfortunately, a storm started to blow in and the waves on the lake swelled to 2+ feet. Too much for our dinky canoes. We pull off to a random clearing on the shore and set up camp in rush to avoid being totally thrashed by a rainstorm. We just setup camp and hunker down for the night.

By the next morning it had cleared up. We started walking up the coast of the lake about 200 feet from our camp looking for a good fishing spot. What we actually found was another campsite. However, it was ABSOLUTELY wrecked. Trash strewn everywhere, tent collapsed and torn, clothes on the ground. At first we were just like disgusted like what assholes did this? or left their shit out to be bear food?

The more we looked around though, the weirder things seemed though. For one, their garbage was still hoisted into a tree to keep it safe from bears, but the whole bag was ripped open despite being 30 feet in the air. Second, literally everything except the canoes were still at the campsite. Clothes, packs, food, rope, pans, like a serious set of hiking equipment. Enough for 2 or 3 people. Half of it was trashed and torn open, mostly the packs, tent, and clothes. The other half was totally untouched but thrown on the ground. Like somebody NOPE’d the hell out of there in nothing but their long johns ditching hundreds of dollars of gear in the process. We waited a couple hours and eventually called it back to our helicopter crew– but they hadn’t been aware of anybody else or gotten any distress calls. We eventually just left everything and moved camp. Everybody was pretty upset by it and a day or two later we ended the whole trip early because it seemed like nobody wanted to be out anymore.

It was the weirdest thing I’d ever seen. First thought was bear attack, but there was food left uneaten, and I’ve seen bear attacks on camps before, but nothing like this. Bears rip open packs and go after food, and are generally pretty easy to scare away. What still sticks with me is why all their clothes and packs were still there with half being totally destroyed and half being untouched. I still don’t get it. I’ve done a lot of other camping and hiking, rafting and biking, all around the country and I’ve never had any other weird experiences like that.

Don’t follow the music.

I lived in a national park by myself for three months. Several times when I was going back to my trailer for the day, I would hear music like a music box or an ice cream truck. It was always loud and sounded like it was coming from somewhere over my head. One day I decided to look for the source so I followed the dirt road past my trailer. The music continued, I couldn’t tell if I was getting closer or not. I had my eyes on the trees and looked down just in time to avoid stepping on a snake. I scrambled back but it didn’t move. I realized it was dead and it wasn’t alone, there were half a dozen dead copperheads stretched out in the road, looking in the same direction.

I went back to get my car because I couldn’t bring myself to step over them, but by the time I got my keys, the music had stopped and I didn’t hear it again.

Stories From ViralNova:

The disembodied doll head.

It was right in the middle of a short trail. No garbage or anything around it. And no other doll pieces were near it. It was like someone wanted someone to find it. And the very next day it was gone.

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Time slip into a crime scene?

I once found a bloody backpack and a termite infested book nearby. Clearly someone had left this here for a very long time considering the amount of termite damage. I picked the backpack up to see what was inside it and I saw that it left an indentation in the pine straw below. Inside the backpack was a mint condition notebook and a decaying binder. I left to tell my parents about the discovery. When we got there, the objects were just gone. It was like the backpack was never even there. There was no indentation left in the ground and there were no termites at all. My footprints were still there, but there weren't any other footprints anywhere.

No one will be going near the river on this trip. Or ever again.

Went for a walk through the woods today and discovered this...

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What possible explanation could there be for what they found?

I was backpacking in Yellowstone above the tree line at about 10,500 feet. We are hiking on a ridge above a lake when all the sudden we come across a horse skull. No body just the skull, pretty cool looking. We get to our campsite not too far away from the lake near where we found the horse skull. When we climb down to the lake we find the body of the horse rotting on the edge of the lake with with negative film strips floating in the water and lying around the shore near the body.

Stories From Ranker:

Short, simple, and horrifying.

[I saw] a human thumb nailed to a tree.

A very unsettling trail marker.

I'm a ranger at Yellowstone. Couple weeks ago I was exploring the Lamar Valley, about 11 miles from the nearest road and even further to the park boundary.

There, in the middle of the trail, is a perfectly severed deer head. No blood, no raggedness at the severance. Perfectly in tact.

This is weird because I have seen wolf and bear [spoils], and I used to find cougar [prey remains] in SD with radio tracking just after the cougar made them.

This was not any of those things. The head was completely uneaten - eyes, tongue, everything intact. Even the ravens hadn't touched it yet. No caching, no [droppings]. Right smack in the trail, but again, no blood.

Even a human doing it made no conventional sense. It was a doe so it had no antlers, plus, why leave it in the trail?

Whole thing, even in broad daylight, gave me chills. Just an ocean of waving grass, bison calmly grazing, and a perfectly clean deer head right on the path.

Stories from Mysterious Universe about Aokigahara, Japan’s Famous Suicide Forest:

A colorless vanishing man.

We thought this was another guy out there, but then we noticed that there was no detail to this person, no color. It was as if he, I felt it was a he, was just a shadow without any features. He also seemed to be following us, but he was way off the trail, just out in the trees, and there was not sound of footsteps or crunching leaves. This was strange, but it got stranger when I watched this figure pass behind some trees. I expected him to come back out from behind the trees, but instead he was suddenly about 10 meters ahead, as if he had just teleported. There is no way anyone could have covered that distance without me noticing it. After some time of this, the strange intruder stood there watching us and then just faded away right before our eyes. My friend and I were quick to head back.

Feeling the memories and despair of other people.

I began to have these memories of people I did not know. These memories came to me unbidden, and just popped into my head as clear as day. As I walked on I started to get this deep sense of despondency, fleeting images of sadness in my head. It was unbearable. But what made it even worse is that I began to hear this whispering in my ear, this insistent voice that told me to end it all, and I started to feel that I wanted to die. I felt compelled to kill myself, and I might have if I had had the means to do it. I sat down there right in the forest as this voice whispered to me and it was the most crushing sense of loneliness and despair I have ever experienced. Then another hiker came through and this wave of angst just lifted and I was myself again. I can’t quite explain it, but I feel like something visited me there in that forest and tried to take me.

The corpse that cried.

We heard what sounded like a woman weeping. It was very strange, but got more alarming when it seemed to actually get louder. We thought it might be someone out there in trouble, so we headed off the trail to see if we could find this person. It was odd, because as we made our way to what we thought was the source of the crying it seemed to move farther away, leading us deeper into the woods. Making it all scarier was that the crying seemed to get more desperate and anguished as we pursued it. We called out to whoever it was, but they did not respond. They just cried.

We got pretty deep into the woods, this crying eluding us the whole time, until we finally seemed to be getting closer to the source. The crying got louder and louder, we were almost there. And then it suddenly stopped. Just stopped altogether. We were a bit bewildered, and then my friend sort of gasps and points, and there hanging from a tree was a noose, holding the remains of what had once been a woman. We got out of there fast and contacted the authorities. It was another suicide. I’ve always wondered if what we heard was the ghost of that woman leading us to her forgotten corpse.

CREEPY BONUS PHOTO:

There’s no background on this creepy image, but we’d probably be staying way out of these woods if we stumbled upon this unexplained horror.

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For more scary encounters in the wilderness, check out these frightening and unexplained trail cam photos, or listen to The Confessionals Podcast Episode 64: The Disappearing Church of the Woods, Episode 65: The Mysterious Pine Barrens, Episode 92: The Forest Lights, Episode 100: Bigfoot Found Them… and many more!

Have you ever experienced something scary while in the woods? Share with us below!

VIDEO: 5 Creepy & Incredibly Mysterious Videos That Need an Explanation

Who doesn’t love a good “mysterious videos that cannot be explained” compilation?! The Internet is basically an endless universe of unexplainable, unusual, and just plain weird video clips, but that doesn’t stop us from watching! From an alleged mythical humanoid caught on camera, to a haunted highway, to a burned out building with an unexpected inhabitant, here are 5 more mysterious videos to scrutinize and hypothesize:

Written Confession: Is Disturbing “Unfinished Man” a Ghost or a Glitch in the Matrix?

The following written confession was shared via Reddit:

This incident occurred in '09 or '10 and at that time I was living in a small house in the oldest neighborhood in our town (all late 1800's/Turn-Of-The-Century type charm). Forgive the wordiness, but I feel it's necessary to include a little detail about my street for frame of reference. My house sat two houses from the corner and directly across the street from a small park. Right across the park from us sat my youngest son's best friend's house. It was a cute little place for a single mother with two boys and I never had any problems there, even though it was one of those neighborhoods where one block is cute as a button and the next can be a slum. 

So I'd say it's about 10 o'clock on a weeknight. I'm just coming home with my sons in the backseat (roughly 12 and 7 at the time) and we're approaching the corner just ahead of my house. The intersection is a 4 way stop with the park to my left and my house two houses up on the right. As I pull up to the Stop sign we see a figure standing on the corner on the park side. He has his back to us and he appears to be an old man. He's hunched over so we can't see his head but he's frail and thin in body and wearing what look to be tan slacks pulled waaaaaay up (old man style) and a short sleeve white button down shirt tucked in. Now mind you, my headlights are shining on him and there is also a streetlight on the opposite corner, so we can see him clear as day. It's a solid figure and there is no mistaking it's a man. I'm sitting at the Stop sign and we're watching him for maybe two or three minutes and I don't want to move because he's just so damn unsettling. I don't want to go up to the house in case he follows us as I am defenseless so we just sit there at the intersection watching him. 

It's not so much there is a man standing on the corner that's disturbing to me. It's the way he's moving. He's just sort of shuddering, but in a real herky-jerky sort of way. Sort of like when your cable or satellite starts to glitch and pixellate. I'm wondering if it's just me seeing this until my 12 yo whispers "What the hell?" and I look back and the boys are slack-jawed trying to figure this thing out. So then I think I'm just being stupid and it's probably just some poor old man that has dementia and wandered away and maybe he has Parkinson's tremors or something and as I am about to tell the boys I'm going to let them in the house and go back and see if he needs help, he turns around.

And here is where I do my best to describe to you what I saw because this shit is about as indescribable as it gets...it is, in fact, NOT an old man. He turns around quickly, faster than I can register, but still kind of in a stunted manner. I know that probably doesn't make much sense. He has a full head of reddish brown hair parted in the middle. He's thin and he is in fact wearing slacks pulled all the way up and a button down shirt, much like a stereotypical image of a nerd, minus the pocket protector. Like I said, he isn't old but I can't say how I know this because it's like his face isn't...finished. He looks right at us but with indiscernible eyes. I think the best way to describe it is, it's like if someone painted his face in watercolor and then smeared it down and at an angle, but I can still make out some expression of shock or surprise on that face. The boys and I all scream and jump back in our seats and then he spins back around again in that jerky stunted way and takes off in a sprint, faster than I have ever seen anyone move, away from us and as he's running he begins to sort of, I don't know, dematerialize? From the feet up he just sort of ceases to exist and then he's gone.

Like I said, we were looking at full and very solid form. And he just sort of blinked out. Can anyone tell me if they have any idea, what the f*** was that?

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15 Creepy Accounts of Time Slips, Lost Time, and Shifting Realities

They say time is relative. Are space, dimension, and reality relative as well? From suddenly stepping into a time long past, to losing hours of unaccounted time, to changing locations in the blink of an eye and returning to places that no longer exist, these 15 creepy accounts of time slips, lost time, and shifting realities may have you questioning the corporeality of our present existence:

From Mandatory.com:

Falling Asleep in the Family Tent, Waking Alone in the Woods

This happened to me when I was little. I went camping with my older brother and my mom. I was about 7 or 8, and I went to bed around 10pm in a sleeping bag inside my tent with both my mom and brother. Some time during the night, I don’t know when, I woke up somewhere in the middle of the woods still in my sleeping bag. I had no idea where I was or where my tent was. I screamed for my mom and I heard her calling back for me in panic, but she was easily 100 yards away or so. To this day, I have no idea how I ended up in the middle of the woods still inside my sleeping bag. Gives me the chills…

Runner Spends Days Lost Texas

I used to live in Texas and, being a runner, would often seek out wooded paths to run. One summer day–Friday, I believe–I went for a run in the evening (6pm) through a local park with a paved path through the woods. Everything started fine. The winds were picking up and a storm was approaching, but I thought I could finish the run before the rains hit. And then… I wake up and it’s the middle of the night and I’m stumbling around off trail, in the woods.

I spend what felt like forever crawling around because I was so tired and dizzy, trying to find something to drink to slake my thirst. Not finding anything, I vaguely recall eating snails and insects to try to get some moisture. I eventually find my way back to the path, where a guy comes by and calls for help. I actually was missing for two nights and ended up with extreme dehydration. Doctors don’t think I would have made it another day. It turns out I was no more than a half mile from the path, but was too disoriented to figure that out. And the cover was too thick for the search parties to find me. I don’t remember much of anything that happened after I started my run. And no one has any idea as to what happened.

From Time Slip Accounts:

Two Women Experience Two Simultaneous Realities

This lady and her stepdaughter were crossing a busy street with many lanes, and as they entered the final lane before reaching the other side, they realized they were going to be struck by a car. But instead of the car hitting them, they both wound up automatically on the other side of the road.

Then they appeared to have “hallucinated”, seeing themselves as though the vehicle had struck them. She can even describe the interior of the ambulance that she was transported in, and apparently later died in, even though she has never been in an ambulance before.

Both experienced this. She says she wakes up every day unsure if she’s living in a dream.

As I heard this story 15 years ago, it will not be 100 percent accurate. And it apparently happened another 20 years before I first heard it.

I’m usually a little skeptical but this has come from someone who is not an attention-seeker…

A New Arrest is Old News

This one hit a little closer to home.  And I'm still questioning my sanity/memory.  This evening my friend K. texted me that a former student of mine had been arrested for a certain misdemeanor.  It was a real surprise to both of us, who'd have never expected such a thing from this particular student.  We texted back and forth a few minutes, and this was while I was in Austin with my husband.  We had just finished up at one place and were heading to another when K. and I were texting.  I said nothing to my husband until a few hours later at a friend's house when the general subject of crime came up.  I turned to, my husband and said, "Oh, yeah, one of my [identifier] students --" before I could finish, he said, "I know; he [insert specific crime]."  

"How did you know?"  I asked.

"You told me," he said.

"When?"

"Last week."  

I tried to explain I had only just learned about this, even showing him K's text.  He insisted that not only had I told him last week, but the two of us had even gone online to see if it had made the news yet. He even knew that it had happened in the very location that it had happened -- a detail he couldn't have guessed at. He said we did this search from his office in his study.

We haven't found any trace of our alleged online search on any of our computers.  I have no idea where this memory of his comes from. I only know that if I HAD known about the incident, I'd have told K. before going home and telling my husband.  The fact that she was the one that told me proves to me I didn't know until then. Furthermore, I wouldn't have known about the incident UNTIL it made the news. 

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Man Buys Envelopes from Victorian-Era Shop Clerk 


-From "The Directory of Possibilities," edited by Colin Wilson and John Grant, published 1981 by Webb & Bower 

In "The Mask of Time," Joan Forman has described many timeslips. Perhaps the oddest concerns a Mr. Squirrel, who in 1973 went into a stationer's shop in Great Yarmouth to buy some envelopes. He was served by a woman in Edwardian dress and bought three dozen envelopes for a shilling. He noticed that the building was extremely silent -- there was no traffic noise. On visiting the shop three weeks later, he found it completely changed and modernized; the assistant, an elderly lady, denied that there had been any other assistant in the shop the previous week. 

The envelopes disintegrated very quickly. Forman heard of the case and interviewed Squirrel; he was able to produce for her one of the remaining envelopes. Forman wrote to the manufacturers, who said that such envelopes had ceased to be manufactured 15 years before.

From Unexplained Mysteries:

Man Finds Out That Acquaintance Died… Twice

Here goes, truly the strangest experience I ever had. A little background, I had recently moved in with some friends after losing a very well paying job. I was working as an asst. manager at a little country seafood restaurant at the time of this event and I spent a lot of time walking and meditating. And I mean sometimes 5-6 hours a day walking, through woods and around the rural areas on the outskirts of my home town.

I will give you the sequence of events as I experienced them. I kept a journal at the time.. I get to work, Wednesday evening and begin getting everything ready to open. Right before opening, an officer anon comes to the door and rings the bell, restaurant is set up in an old colonial style house, I let him in, and set him up and made small talk. I asked where his partner was, they usually come in together.

He tells me officer anon 2 passed away the night before, stroke in his driveway. As a teen, I had some interesting encounters with this officer. Me, black trans am, pot and rock and roll and him-hard nosed county sheriff. So, it affected me enough to write about it in my journal and tell the owner of the restaurant about it.

Thursday passes with no incident. 

Friday, I turn the corner entering the front room at the restaurant and low and behold, officers anon 1 and 2 are sitting there waiting to be set up. I look like I'm seeing a ghost!!! Officer anon 2 ask if I'm ok, and I say I heard you were dead!! He says well no one told me, and laughs it off.  Now I'm thinking his friend must have played a sick joke on me, so I go back and confront officer anon 1 and he denies ever saying anything. I ask my boss if he remembered me telling him about it, he says no.

I go home and check my journal, there it is in Wednesdays journal entry. Ok, I'm a little freaked out.

Saturday evening, at work, officer anon 1 comes in alone, i ask where's your partner? He proceeds to tell me officer anon 2 passed away friday night after leaving the restaurant, stroke, in his car, in his driveway. Has no recollection of me confronting him. Boss has no recollection of anything weird. 

Monday, check the obit. He died friday evening. Had to hold my journal next to the paper just to really get a grasp on what happened!! 

From ThoughtCo.:

Baby Monitor Time Warp

As usual, the long work day was coming to an end and I was dutifully putting the last load of laundered clothes away in our bedroom when I heard a ruckus on the baby monitor just a few feet away from me. I thought it strange when I knew my husband and toddler were both in the living room quietly watching TV as my two-year-old drifted silently off to sleep curled in my husband's lap as he caught the evening news.

The bedroom door was straight in front of me and I could see all the way down the hall to my husband and son in the Lazyboy chair as this ruckus over the monitor continued.

It didn't take long for me to realize the sounds were very familiar. Earlier in the day, I was in my toddler's bedroom putting a load of folded clothes into the drawers and picked up some stray toys and books that weren't being played with at the time. As I was doing so, I was telling my son about the story of "Jack and The Beanstalk" for the first time.

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Now I stood in disbelief as I heard the drawers being pulled open and shut and rustling of the toys and books being put into their proper places. But I nearly fainted when I heard my son's voice over the monitor! I kept looking back and forth at my husband and now-sleeping son in the chair in the living room and the monitor sitting on my dresser that was literally replaying the specific events from earlier in the day!

The monitor is a standard baby monitor bought from Wal-mart and is NOT a recorder, but instead monitors the sounds coming from the room as they are happening at present time only.

I listened as my voice retold the story of "Jack and The Beanstalk" and listened with familiarity as my son responded in baby-talk to the tail he had never heard before. The incredible part was this all happened five hours earlier on the same day!

I quickly called my husband into the room as he listened to the last part of the story with my voice coming through the monitor and our sons coos and chuckles. He stood stunned and turned his head and looked at our sleeping son flopped peacefully over his shoulder. In disbelief, he asked, "How in the hell...?!" as his voice drifted off trying not to miss a thing. I just stared at him in the same disbelief and we both just shook our heads.

This has never happened before or since and became pretty clear from the beginning that we were listening to some kind of warp in time. I never imagined in a million years that I would be witness to it and must admit, if it should happen to you, it is indeed, one of the most incredible moments one can ever experience!

Returning to the House That Wasn’t There

I swear this is a true story. My husband was carting wheat in the summer of 1994. He was outside Molong in NSW, Australia, and drove past a "For Sale" sign on a farm gate along with the agents details. Our 12-year-old son was with him. On the return journey, they stopped, climbed through the fence and walked up the circle-shaped drive to have a closer look at the old house. He said he could see through the window and found the old house old and abandoned.

On his return home a few days later, we rang up the agent and asked for further details about the property, as we were interested in purchasing it. The agent had no idea what we were talking about and insisted that he had no properties for sale on that road. A week later, my husband and I drove to Molong to have a look at the farm ourselves. We drove up and down the whole road until we were almost to the next town. All that he could recognize was a water tank on the hill, a creek and some trees where the house used to be. There was no gate, drive, real estate sign... or house.

Children of London Time Slip

I live in London and it was late October, 1969, and I was walking home late one Saturday night. I had to walk through an underpass, which was under the busy North Circular Road. It was cold and late and I was surprised to see about five kids down there collecting pennies for the Guy, being as firework night, 5th November, was soon. These kids should not have been out that late, seeing as the oldest was a girl aged about 12 years old and the others younger.

What shocked me were their clothes. Their attire made me think they had come straight out of 1920s or 1930s London. Their speech could have been taken straight from a Charles Dickens' novel. I heard one young boy say, "That other gent gave me a florin." At his age there is no way he could have known what a florin was, an old English coin for the then two shillings.

This was the late 1960s and kids certainly didn't use words like "gent" anymore. "Geezer" or "bloke" perhaps.

The girl approached me saying, "Evening sir, penny for the Guy, please, sir?" Her politeness shocked me, but I said I hadn't any money. She slid her arm through mine and she ran her hand down my sleeve saying, "Yes you do, sir. You are a fine gent. You do have money." I assured her I hadn't and I expected a rude mouthful, but she replied, "Ok, thank you, sir. You have a good evening, sir."

I knew I had to give these kids something, so I pulled a silver sixpence from my pocket and called her. I threw her the coin and she gave me a thank you and a beaming smile. I walked off into the night.

This experience bugged me bad. Who were those kids from the past? I asked local people if any kids were killed there during WW2, but nobody remembered. Did I meet ghosts? Kids from the past? I guess I will never know.

Lost Time At a Creepy Home in Ohio

This story takes place in Austintown, Ohio on Route 76 back in 1981. I was 20. Dad asked me if I wanted to look at a house that was for rent. The next morning we went to his mom's house at 5:00 for some coffee. She asked what we were doing out so early. Dad told her that we were meeting a realtor at at 6:00. At 5:30, we left getting to the house a couple minutes before 6.

As we pulled in the drive, we noticed the yard had not been cared for. The house was a rectangular two-story dwelling with front windows only on the second floor. As we got out of the van, it was a quiet, calm day except for two kids laughing in the back yard. We figured it was the neighbor kids from across the street. As we approached the back of the house, there was a swing set with two swings. They were swinging in opposite directions with nobody on them. There was laughter of a boy and a girl. Another quick glance and the swings were still. Dad asked if I had seen that. I had.

We proceeded back to the side of the house. We passed the garage. It had two wooden doors with small glass panes. We looked in the window. The garage had a dirt floor and was empty. We walked up to the side porch. The door was unlocked so we went inside. 
Dad turned on the switch, but no lights came on. I tried a few with no luck. The inside of the house was weird. There was a large room with doorways branching off. The living room was like none I had ever seen. It was about 10x40 with no windows except for the small one in the door. I went back into where dad was. He was trying to open the basement door, which was locked. Dad asked if I was ready to go. Instead of leaving, he went into the living room and stared out the front door window for about three or four minutes. I was about to go upstairs when I got an eerie feeling. So, I stayed in the main area.

Dad then came out and asked if I was ready to go again. At that point, dad made the remark that we hadn't tried that door. We had. It was the locked basement door. He turned the knob and the door opened. The hair on the back of my kneck stood up. Now I was getting scared. Dad flipped the light switch and it came on. I was wondering why the other lights didn't come on earlier. Dad proceeded to go down the steps, but I was leary. I went down. The basement was small. There was an old wringer washer with a loaded revolver on the lid. It was like the silver and ivory-handled cap guns that kids use today. I picked it up four inches off the lid and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a light cord moving. The lights went out and the door slammed shut. It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I felt aimlessly for my dad. Holding his shirt, we went up the stairs. At the top, he stopped and let out a blood-curdling scream. It made my blood run cold. I pushed him and he pushed the door open. All the lights were on and it was dark outside.

After jumping in the van, dad turned the headlights on. The garage doors were open. There was a lamb lying on the dirt floor with its throat slashed, jerking violently. Blood was running into the dirt.

When we arrived back at my grandmother's, it was 2:30 a.m. She asked where we had been all day. We had lost 21 hours in five minutes time in the basement. Later, we drove past the house and all the doors were shut and the lights were out. When I would ask dad about what he had seen, he would cuddle in the corner and shake like a kid crying. To this day, I don't know what he saw and I don't want to know. Since he has passed away, I will never know.

When I went back in 1987, to see if the house was still there, it was boarded up. There was a large FBI sign on the house stating that for your own safety, stay out.

Spatial Shift in the Blink of an Eye

This happened in 1986 in New York on the road between White Plains and the Throgs Neck Bridge. I was travelling the road one afternoon on my way home from White Plains to Bayside, Queens. The journey required me to travel the Hutchinson River Parkway, pay a 25-cent toll, and cross the Throgs Neck Bridge.

The road before the entrance to the Hutchinson River Parkway was confusing. It was easy to miss the exit. I remember nervously looking at the 25 cents on the tray of my Volvo, wishing the toll would come sooner than it did so I could be on my way.

That is when I missed the exit. I travelled about half a mile beyond it, and then in a panic, I decided to back up on the highway and see if I could get the exit after all. I backed up with oncoming traffic behind me, swerving the car to the shoulder to make the exit amid beeping and skidding, but I attained the exit with no damage.

Just as I reached the Hutchinson River Parkway and got on it, I heard the siren. It was a highway patrol car coming after me. I figured he witnessed my crazy driving move.

As I pulled over, I looked in the rear view mirror. The policeman that was getting out of the patrol car was the scariest one I had ever seen. Never mind the boots and the hat and the sunglasses, he just looked completely mean. I looked down at my lap and said out loud, "Dear God, I'd rather be anywhere but here."

I went into my pocketbook to get my license, and when I looked up, my car and I were sitting on the side of the entrance to the Throgs Neck Bridge -- well beyond the Hutchinson River Parkway, which I hadn't driven yet. The 25 cent toll was still on the tray in my car.

I had this funny feeling that I was frozen and I did feel stiff, so I flexed my wrists, rubbed my eyes and looked again. I was still on the entrance to the bridge -- a good 20 miles beyond the Hutchinson River Parkway. In order for this to happen, my car and I would have had to have been lifted in the air and placed back down 20 miles up the road.

After sitting for about 20 minutes in shock, I put the car in gear and drove over the bridge. Just beyond the bridge was my neighborhood. I always wondered what the cop saw. Did he see me vanish? Did it just "un-happen" for him? I will never know.

From Reddit:

Past Meets Present, Son Meets Dead Father

This happened 2 years ago, but I'm just putting it all on paper now. I'll try to keep this a brief as possible.

In 2013 I was a senior at NYU in New York City. I was born in New York, but moved to Florida around 4 years old after my father died in a train wreck. He was also born in New York, lived there his whole life, and became a successful doctor with a practice in the Empire State Building. New York always felt like 'my town', in part because it was his town. He loved this place, and so would I.

In November, I was walking around the campus near Washington Square Park. I'm walking with my girlfriend when I see a man from behind. There was a familiarity about him, and my interest was peaked.

I sometimes day dreamed about what it would be like if my father weren't actually dead, and were still somehow alive. And how it would be to see him again.

I was curious to see just how familiar this man looked, so I caught up to him and threw a glance behind me.

He was a dead ringer for my dad.

5'7'', handsome, bright-eyed. His clothing was a bit dated, but I didn't think anything of it at the time.

I slowed down and he caught me looking. He was staring straight into my eyes. It was my dad.

"Hello...?"

I didn't know what to say. Dad? David? Mr. Greenwald? Name. Good place to start. I asked him for his.

"David. Can I help you?"

Now I'm starting to freak out. I'm looking directly at his face, studying it. Was my memory playing tricks on me? Was I losing my mind? I looked at my girlfriend wild-eyed, and could see she was starting to catch on. She knew what my dad looked like from photos, plus the PBS documentary about him I made her watch. Her neck was sticking out at a weird angle.

I threw a barrage of questions in his direction. What do you do...Where are you from...What year is it...

"1985".

Now I'm shaking. I start yelling at my girlfriend. Get your phone out! Record this! Get Photos! I wanted proof. I wanted something else to show me this was real.

"I have to go." 

He starts to walk away. I felt the moment slipping away.

"Dad! Do NOT ride the train. DO NOT RIDE THE TRAIN."

I didn't know what else to say. I turn to grab the phone out of my girlfriend's hand and when I turn back he's gone. Vanished. Like he wasn't there at all.

I asked my girlfriend what happened to him, but she was looking away too.

I ran to the corner and looked around like a crazed mad-man. Nothing.

After this incident, I was sick for days. I couldn't focus on anything. I didn't know what to do, who to tell, what to think.

Then I remembered his diary which I keep. I've never read it, out of respect for his privacy, but it was his and so I take care of it.

You can guess what happened next. I went to 1985, November, and started reading entries. His handwriting was hard to read - he was a doctor after all - but I did my best and I found it.

"Walking to Elsa's when [illegible] the street in strange clothes stops me [illegible] questions [illegible] Told me not to ride the train. Pleaded, really. Scared me half to death [illegible] disappearing. Note to self: Consider carrying mace for future crazies.

What am I supposed to think about that? What am I supposed to think about anything? I heard once that time is like a fabric, something that can fold on itself. A piece of 'cloth' rubs up against another piece and there's a bridge.

I stood on that bridge and looked into 1985.

People ask me why I walk home from work every day. All 30 blocks. Now you know why. If the fabric folds again I want to be there.

Time Slipping Into a Civil War Battle

A number of years ago, I moved to a small town in northeast Missouri. I was moving in with my stepmom and dad. My stepmom, Jolela, had had a couple of strokes and was now legally blind. She was refusing to move into a nursing home, and my dad was a truck driver at the time. I was also going through a divorce, so I needed a change of scenery. I had only been to the house sporadically prior to moving in with them, so I had never had any of the experiences I had after having moved in. At first, it was simple little stuff, noises, such as if someone was walking around upstairs, although it was only a one-story house. Or cooking smells, such as a roast, or fried chicken, even though it would only be like 11 am, and I had not done much more than a simple breakfast that day. Also, I was the only one smelling them!

But I do believe my scariest moment was the vision I had while gardening one morning. I was on my hands and knees in the garden doing some weeding when suddenly, the quiet morning was exploding with noise, I looked up, and all around me were bodies, people yelling for a doctor, or their mother, people were just everywhere. About two miles down the road was a complete battle, I felt as if I was in the middle of the civil war, and it was in my front yard! I looked down, and as I did, it went silent again, I looked up, and I was back in my time. My house was there, my neighbors, my garden, and the blessed silence. I knew that I had fallen through a time slip. I was shaking badly, although the vision only lasted mere seconds, I will never forget the sounds and smells. Oh God, the smell, blood and rotting flesh, I hope you never smell that, it’s the worst. That night, the dreams, well really nightmares, began.

When my dad was home that weekend, I asked him about the house’s history. He said that the house had been built in 1918, when it faced the other way, at the time, 2nd Street didn’t exist yet. Although today our front door faces 2nd Street, our driveway is off Beech Street. Our backdoor is on the south side of the house, but the driveway is on the north side. He said that the house at the time, the kitchen was more of a sitting room, with a doorway where the bathroom is now. During the fifties, there was a fire, and quite a bit of the south side of the house was lost, instead of rebuilding, they just remodeled into a smaller house.

He also mentioned that prior to the house, there was a hospital, before the property was split into lots.

“A hospital?” I asked “Yeah, it was begun during the Civil War. One of the battles was fought about two or three miles south of here, down towards Mexico Road.” I think I swallowed my own tongue about this time. “Yeah, they built a hospital and POW Camp here during the Civil War. It ran from 4th street (2 blocks east of us) to 1st Street (1 block west of us and now the main drag), and from Morris Street to Beech Street. At the time, it wasn’t split into all these lots and streets. 1st Street was Water Street, and Morris Street was the main drag that ran from Mexico Road to Hannibal Road. I believe the hospital was torn down in about 1910 or somewhere there, but I don’t know why, I know that a Dr. Mulder had a hospital over on the west side of town by then, so he may have just simply moved it over there. Why do you want to know about the house?” “Oh, you know me,” I said offhandedly, “like you, I love history, and was wondering about the house.” Our property was a Civil War hospital. OH MY GOD. I had been having dreams ever since the vision. One dream that I had, well it was the night before my dad told me about the history, and now it makes so much more sense. In that dream, I had been in battle, I was shooting a gun, and then suddenly, a man’s voice was yelling halt. He told us to stand down, and then we were being gathered together, and hand over our weapons to another group of people. I had tears coming down my face, I knew that we were giving up. We had to walk for about ten miles, then we came to an area that had two or three clapboard houses, and there was a field that was filled with tents. I was guided to a tent, my buddy and I were sent in. There were only a few blankets and some rations in there. We both ate the rations, as that had been the only thing we had eaten for two days. Then we later regretted having eaten it all, as it was going to be another day before we got any more food. I remember one scene a bugle had blown, and we had to stand outside our tent and be inspected. After that, the dream goes hazy, and then I woke up.

That night, I had another dream. I was just me this time, I was walking through the battlefield, I was invisible. I could even walk through people. About the spot where my house today is, was a three-story clapboard house. I looked around, there were many tents as far as the eye could see, near me was a young boy, he could not have been more than 16 or 17. His arm was in a sling, he was laying on a blanket, and he was crying. I walked closer to him, and he looked up at me.

“I can see you, I’m not supposed to, but I can,” he said. “I am going to die here, my name is Samuel Bennett, I am from Ohio. My father’s name is Martin, my mother’s name is Phoebe. Please find them, and tell my family that I did not die in vain.” He then turned his head away from me. I continued to walk, no one else saw me. I walked through the hospital and investigated as much of the hospital as I could. Again, I reiterate, please, I hope you never smell the smell of rotting flesh. About the area where my garden is today, I saw two men digging what I thought was graves, but when I investigated closer, I realized they had dug a hole about 12 feet down, and 12 feet wide. They were throwing rotting limbs into it. Cut off legs, arms, feet, hands. That is where the rotting smell comes from, my garden, I swore from that day forward, I would move the garden.

Doppelganger Appears in Area Known For Time Slips

Hi, this is the first time I have written in with anything but I specifically joined up to see if there was anything on here relating to my experience, there wasn’t so I’d love to hear what others say on this. I am still quite freaked out by this so I’ll do my best to set the scene a little bit. 

I recently left my job and have been unemployed for about a month. I went to an interview on Thursday last week for a job I really wanted, and they rang back on Friday morning to offer me the job. I was so happy and decided to go to the Tesco to get some nice food to celebrate. 

So anyway I walked out of the shop and set off walking home but I noticed someone staring at me out of the corner of my eye about 10m in front of me. I looked over and there was indeed someone staring back. The guy was identical to me, in every way, even down to the slightly pronounced underbite which is quite recognisable. And he looked terrified as he looked at me. As I met his eyes I immediately started feeling extremely nauseous and my hearing a thumping in my ears like I was about to pass out or something. I remember not being able to hear anything during this point as well apart from the thumping. 

So then, the guy turns away and walks into a side street and out of sight. The weird thing was that as soon as he broke the gaze I felt better straight away, like someone that was sitting on my chest just got off. So I carried on walking in that direction towards that side street and looked up it and the guy was sprinting – full on hell for leather sprinting – down the street away from the corner in which I saw him. The guy was dressed in a nice suit with an open collar black shirt and it was weird to see him running in that gear. 

I spoke to friends as soon as I got back and they told me that the area of Liverpool centre where I saw the person has been known to have something called time-slips which can be explained with this video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4782MavWl4. But this wasn’t the same as the other experiences described in that video, this guy was the same age approx. in the same style suit that would be worn today. 

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Shoplifter in Liverpool Escapes Into a Different Decade

The year is 2006 and Sean a 19 year old drug is caught shoplifting and is being persecuted by the security guard down Hanover street in the city´s center. Sean turn into a street and soon discovers it´s a dead end. He is now out of breath and expects the security guard to turn into the street and get him any moment, but he keeps running hoping he will find a way to escape. Sean starts to feel a strange pain on his nape; he feels the ambiance around him has changed and realizes that there is no security guard after him anymore. “Probably he gave up running after me” thought Sean.

Sean gets back on Hanover street but everything looks different. The pavement, colors and overall lighting is different and all cars are from the 1960´s. The roadworks he had seen a few minutes before had disappeared. People are all dressed in a more formal and old-fashioned way and stare at him. Sean gets to Bold street and notices traffic lights in places where they should not be and bushes and a small park he had never seen before next to the Lyceum building. He also notices a bar he knows but although the name is the same the signpost is different.

He keeps walking without a plan of action in a very confused state and eventually starts entering into panic. The only way he can explain all this is that he has a experienced a timeslip into the past. He has already been in the past for some minutes, and worries that he will be stuck there and never return. The thought of his friends and loved ones reminds him of his mobile phone. He gets his mobile out but he has no signal.

When he passes in front of a newspaper kiosk on Ranelagh street next to the central station he goes and has a look at the date on the newspaper. It was Thursday the 18th of May of 1967. He had gone back 39 years.He continues his walk and finds himself on Bold street. When outside a jewelry store (H. Samuel), he enters; the store´s interior is back to the present time; he picks his mobile and this time is relieved to see that he has coverage. Looking outside of the store windows everything is still in the past. When Sean gets out of the store everything suddenly returns back to the present time. Relieved, he only wants to go home and hurries to the bus stop.

The journalist discovered that the descriptions given by Sean are accurate and correspond to how Liverpool looked in the sixties. When investigating further it was discovered that the security guard chasing Sean declared to the police that the young man just vanished in thin air.

To hear more accounts of time slips, lost time, and shifting realities, check out the following episodes of The Confessionals, available at www.theconfessionalspodcast.com, iTunes, or most podcast players: Episode 51 - Entering the Matrix of Lost Time, Episode 64 - The Disappearing Church of the Woods, Episode 78 - Abducted with Lost Time, and Episode 122 - Secret Military Enochian Technology.

Which of these strange stories creeps you out the most? Share with us in the comments!

5 Historical Figures Who Saw Their Doppelgänger... And Then Died

Have you ever come face to face with your doppelgänger? Would you want to?

These days the term “doppelgänger” is used to describe two different people who look unusually alike. The internet practically abounds with photos of identical-looking celebrities, people who’ve discovered their so-called doppelgänger in old artworks, and complete strangers who look like they could be long-lost twins. It’s actually eerie how closely most of these people resemble each other. But the original meaning of “doppelgänger” is even eerier.

When translated from German, the word “doppelgänger” literally means “doubler walker” or “double goer,” describing not a lookalike but the ghostly counterpart of a living person… and meeting one’s doppelgänger was never a good thing. Doppelgänger apparitions were sinister occurrences, bringing with them bad omens and evil intentions. In traditional folklore, they are known to impersonate the person they resemble, plant negative and confusing ideas into others’ minds, and signal some kind of impending doom for their earthly counterpart. These demonic doubles are seen as harbingers of illness, tragedy, and death.

While many explanations of the doppelgänger phenomenon have been offered - including supernatural manifestations, electrical glitches of the brain, and mental illness - what is known for sure is that the “double walkers” bring bad news for those who see them, as recorded by a number of spooky historical accounts.

In ascending order of creepiness and tragedy, here are five such accounts of figures in history who had the misfortune to encounter their doppelgänger… and then died:

#5: Catherine the Great

Catherine the Great was the formidable and longest-ruling female leader of Russia, reigning from 1762 until 1796. Though Catherine took the throne by way of a coup that overthrew her own husband and usurped power from her son, who was rightfully the throne’s next heir, her extended rule became known as the Golden Age of Russia. 

Shortly before her reign came to an end, something unexpected took to Catherine’s throne, literally - the creepy double of Catherine herself. 

According to the account, Catherine was in her bedroom when some troubled servants came to tell her they had just seen the Empress entering the throne room, even though she had been lying in her bed at the exact same moment. The Empress went directly to the room to investigate the servants’ claims. Once there, Catherine encountered a second version of herself, seated calmly on the throne. Ever formidable, the real Catherine ordered her guards to fire on the spectral queen. Presumably, the bullets had no effect and her doppelgänger disappeared with no further recurrences, but not long after this event, Catherine the Great collapsed and suffered a stroke. Within hours she became comatose, and by the evening following the stroke, her reign permanently ended. 

#4: Queen Elizabeth I

Elizabeth the First ruled England from late 1558 to early 1603. The daughter of Henry VIII and the beheaded Anne Boleyn, she was the last of the Tudor monarchs to assume the throne. Queen Elizabeth is often referred to as “The Virgin Queen,” as she defied convention by refusing to marry or bear an heir. Her long reign, known as the Elizabethan era, was not without controversy, but did see a flourishing of English drama (through no less than the works of William Shakespeare) and successful seafaring exploits (such as Sir Francis Drake’s circumnavigation of the world), among many other successes.

Though Elizabeth I achieved a long reign, death still sought her out, and allegedly gave her a preview of its coming by way of a dead doppelgänger. According to history, Elizabeth was said to have encountered her own person lying in state like a corpse in her chambers. The doppelgänger was described as “pallid, shivered, and wan,” and though Elizabeth was level-headed and not prone to fantasies, she seemed to know this strange sight meant something ill-fated was in store. Only a few days later, Queen Elizabeth I, aged 69 and monarch of 44 years, was dead in actuality. 

#3: Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley was one of the major English Romantic poets, composing such pieces as “To a Skylark” and “Ode to the West Wind.” Unfortunately Shelley never truly saw fame during his lifetime, and was most typically known for being husband to Mary Shelley, the author of the famously known horror novel, Frankenstein.

Percy Shelley had a short life marked by tragedy and turmoil. As a child he was tormented by his schoolmates. As a young adult, Shelley eloped with his first wife whom he later abandoned, and who was also later found dead in a lake, drowned and pregnant. He had several other failed love affairs before marrying Mary Shelley (and is suspected of some afterward as well). Both he and Mary lost three of their four children together, and Mary’s sister Fanny committed suicide. 

With a life marked by such sad events, it’s no wonder that, shortly before he died, Percy confessed to Mary that he had many times seen his doppelgänger, a harbinger of bad luck for him and those in his circle. On one such occasion, Percy was strolling on the terrace of his house when he came eerily face to face with his double, who spoke to him, asking, “How long do you mean to be content?” In a strangely similar sighting, Percy’s friend Jane Williams also seems to have encountered Percy’s spectral twin on the terrace, where she claims to have seen him pass by the window several times, but when she went out to him, Percy had disappeared. Jane received the shock of her life when she soon realized that the real Percy was not at home at all.

In one of the final instances of Percy’s encounters with his doppelgänger, he claimed to have seen himself on a beach, pointing out at the sea. Not long afterward, Percy was drowned in a sailing accident in 1812, at the ripe old age of 29.

#2: Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln was the 16th president of the United States, serving as the country’s leader through its bloodiest conflict on its own soil, the American Civil War. He is also remembered for abolishing slavey, modernizing the U.S. economy, and preserving the Union. Not as widely known is that Lincoln had an interest in spiritualism and the supernatural.

Having lost two children at young ages, Lincoln’s wife Mary frequently invited mediums to the White House to hold seances, some of which were attended by Lincoln himself. Though he seemed to contend that most mediums were hucksters, Lincoln did believe in the power of dreams to predict the future. He even had an alarmingly accurate dream (unbeknownst to him, of course) in which he walked through several rooms of the White House to the sound of crying, before discovering a dead shrouded body lying in state. Dream-Lincoln asked a nearby soldier to whom the body belonged; the soldier replied it was the President, murdered by an assassin.

Lincoln also encountered what he believed to be another ill omen regarding his fate, when he glimpsed his deathly pale doppelgänger looking at him from a mirror. One of Lincoln’s associates, Noah Brooks, recounted the story the president allegedly told to him on November 9, 1864. Brooks's version of the tale, using Lincoln’s words as best as he remembered them, described the following events:

“It was just after my election in 1860, when the news had been coming in thick and fast all day and there had been a great "hurrah, boys," so that I was well tired out, and went home to rest, throwing myself down on a lounge in my chamber. Opposite where I lay was a bureau with a swinging glass upon it (and here he got up and placed furniture to illustrate the position), and looking in that glass I saw myself reflected nearly at full length; but my face, I noticed had two separate and distinct images, the tip of the nose of one being about three inches from the tip of the other. I was a little bothered, perhaps startled, and got up and looked in the glass, but the illusion vanished. On lying down again, I saw it a second time, plainer, if possible, than before; and then I noticed that one of the faces was a little paler — say five shades — than the other. I got up, and the thing melted away, and I went off, and in the excitement of the hour forgot all about it — nearly, but not quite, for the thing would once in a while come up, and give me a little pang as if something uncomfortable had happened. When I went home again that night I told my wife about it, and a few days afterward I made the experiment again, when (with a laugh), sure enough! the thing came back again; but I never succeeded in bringing the ghost back after that, though I once tried very industriously to show it to my wife, who was somewhat worried about it. She thought it was a "sign" that I was to be elected to a second term of office, and that the paleness of one of the faces was an omen that I should not see life through the last term.”

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Critics of the story of Lincoln’s deathly doppelgänger argue that his double image was nothing more than a defect in an old mirror. While that theory is a possibility, the fatalistic Lincoln and his wife Mary believed it was a sign of bad things to come, and fate  proved them right. Sadly, we all know how Lincoln’s life story ends, when he was shot in the head and killed by John Wilkes Booth on April 14, 1865, three months into his second presidential term. 

#1: Guy de Maupassant 

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Celebrated French author Guy de Maupassant, who lived and wrote in the second half of the 19th century, is considered to be the father of the modern short story. Though he did write several novels, including Bel Ami, his short stories totaled over 300, and quite a number of them featured themes of the supernatural and paranormal. 

One such story, called Le Horla, tells the tale of a man afflicted by an invisible spirit that he unwittingly invited into his home. Gradually the spirit haunts him with increasing ferocity as he begins to lose his mind, and he takes drastic measures, by way of suicide, to rid himself of his tormentor. What makes Le Horla even creepier is that Guy de Maupassant is said to have written the story with the help of his own doppelgänger. 

Guy’s interactions with his doppelgänger were reported as frequent and personal, with Guy sometimes meeting with his double every day. As the account goes, Guy and his doppelgänger conversed with one another during their visits, and Guy began writing Le Horla at the dictation of his eerie twin. Of the strange event, French doctor and psychologist Dr. Paul Sollier wrote:

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“Maupassant had a vivid hallucination one afternoon and told his friend of it that evening. Working at his desk in his office, where his servant had orders never to enter while he was writing, he seemed to hear his door open. He turned and was not a little surprised when he himself [Maupassant’s double] entered, and came to sit in front of him, head in hand, and began to dictate everything he wrote on the occasion. When he had finished and stood up, the hallucination disappeared.  The result was the short story Le Horla.”

Maupassant himself confirmed his recurring encounters with his doppelgänger, saying, “Every other time I come home, I see my double. I open my door, and I see him sitting in my arm-chair. I know it for a hallucination, even while experiencing it. Curious! If I didn’t have a little common sense, I’d be afraid.”

Maupassant had reason to believe his sightings of his spectral double were hallucinations, as a long battle with syphilis had left his mental state slowly deteriorating. As time went on he became increasingly unpredictable and paranoid, even becoming obsessed with the idea that flies were eating away his brain. After writing Le Horla in 1887, Guy’s disease-induced madness culminated in a suicide attempt and admission to an asylum in 1892. In 1893, the disease took his life entirely. 

Whether the presence of Guy’s doppelgänger was of a supernatural nature or whether it was the visual and auditory hallucination of a sick man is not a point that can be proven on either side, but the story of his other self is nonetheless disturbing.  At best or at worst, Maupassant was either visited repeatedly by a paranormal apparition of death, or spent his time alone talking to an empty room and writing with a companion who didn’t even exist. It‘s not immediately obvious which of these scenarios would be the best and which the worst. What is obvious is how closely Le Horla, his doppelgänger-inspired tale, comes to resemble an autobiographical work, capturing Guy de Maupassant’s final battles with his own demons, be they metaphorical or supernatural ones. 

What’s the spookiest doppelgänger story you’ve ever heard? Share it with us in the comments! For a modern doppelgänger tale, check out The Confessionals Episode 117: Gorilla Man, Doppelgangers, and Demons, Oh My!

10 Creepy Things People Found in Their Homes

Finding pentagrams carved into your concrete patio is not exactly a warm welcome to your new house… but that’s exactly what our interview guests on Episode 115: The Satanic Slaughterhouse discovered in their home! And they aren’t alone in their creepy finds. The Internet is full of photos of weird things left behind by former homeowners, usually uncovered by unsuspecting and mystified new residents. Here are just 10 creepy things people found in their homes:

1) It seems this obvious serial killer also enjoyed self portraiture. I found this painting tucked away behind the washer/dryer in the laundry room of my new house.”

2) If you hear slow, rhythmic rocking noises in the middle of the night, it’s time to find another rental. “Had to go to the attic to check for moisture in a house I’m renting. This is the only thing stored there and it sits directly above my bed…”

3) I would have much preferred to find a Jumanji board. “I found a Ouija board behind a heating vent”.

4) The former owner was probably trying to burn it before it killed them. “Bought a house. Found this creepy doll in the furnace room.”

5) I guess there’s no property disclosure law for satanism. This person found evidence of Satanic rituals and activity in both his basement and attic after moving in. The realtor showed him neither when he saw the house. Probably for a reason.”

6) Um… what is “IT”, exactly? “Boyfriend and I move into house and discover this engraved above his bedroom door. “It Never Stops.””

7) That definitely explains the scary noises in the basement. “A couple discovered there was a chapel hidden underneath their home dating back to the 1700s. They found it by checking out where the metal grate by their front door led.”

8) Seal it up right now, forget you were ever here. “I just found this in an old closet in my house. I nearly shat myself.”

9) How are the recently deceased supposed to read this? No, wait, I don’t want to know. “Found this in the pantry in my new house.”

10) This old baby stroller looks not at all haunted. “I should never have opened the attic”.

For even more creepy finds, check out the full list “25 Creepy Things People Found in Their Homes” at eBaum’s World!

What creepy items have you accidentally discovered (and maybe wished you hadn’t!)? Share with us in the comments!