So ever since I started to listen to scary stories on Youtube, strange happenings have started plaguing my house. I live with my mom and my dad left when I was very young. My mom works hard and tries to do the best she can to keep our lives together. I don’t want to bother her with these things because she really doesn’t need to hear any of this now.

She would not approve of me watching scary stories on Youtube. I know she would blame the scary real life events on me watching these kind of stories.

Anyways here are some of the things that have happened lately. I was eating cereal at the table when I heard scratching at the back door. It was maybe 9:30 or 10:00 in the morning. Now, we have three cats and two dogs so that is not so unusual. I went to open the door and let whichever animal it was in the house. Nothing was there! I looked around and, nothing. This happened two more times but at night. Each time I opened the door and nothing. It has started to freak me out. I am scared of the next time I hear that scratching noise.

Another time I was in my bedroom trying to fall asleep. My mom was still at work so no one else was in the house. I just started drifting off when BAMM! My bedroom door which was previously closed, flung open with such force that the handle of the door actually damaged the wall. I immediately felt a cold breeze like ice on only the left side of my face. The force was too hard to have been any of our pets and none were around.

Later that same night, as I was beginning to sleep again, I was suddenly awakened by the bed jerking. It was like someone very strong kicked it really hard. It did not feel like when you are starting to fall asleep and suddenly you wake up from a falling dream or something. I mean it felt like someone literally kicked the bed or mattress. I sat up completely shocked and confused.

After that night I started to lock the door to my bedroom when I slept. This is something my mom hates, but I am too afraid after the incidents of the other night. I was reading a magazine in my room with the door shut and locked before going to sleep. I heard my door handle and looked up in time to see it move slightly. My mom was not home. I tried to ignore it but I soon heard, you guessed it, scratching noises coming from the other side of my bedroom door. I was too scared to open it.

Just the other night something else happened that really scared me on so many levels. I used to have a teddy bear which I loved. As I got older and got rid of most of my stuffed animals, I kept him. He was tucked away in a bag in the back of my closet along with some other childhood items. The other night I got up to go to the bathroom. I opened my door and started down the dark hall. I froze in my tracks at what I saw next. It was my teddy bear sitting right in the middle of the hallway. He was facing my door like he was waiting for me. This really bothers me. It just kind of makes me feel violated for some reason.

I don’t know what is going on and my friend is going to stay with me on Halloween because I am really afraid of what may happen that night especially.

P.S. I really like your channel and hope you will read my story in one of your videos.

Submitted by Rebecca M.

My Scary House

Ever since I moved into my new house weird things have been going on. It first started with inaudible voices then there were footsteps. Next, objects have started disappearing and reappearing such as my Nintendo Ds, my iPod touch, and my phone. Then the items which disappeared were never to be seen again. For example, one night I was looking at my elementary school year book and the next morning it was gone, totally gone. I asked my parents if they knew where it was. They said no and they did nothing to it. Later on items started to fall of my bed room shelves such as my laptop case, my trading card collection, and my trophies. A few years later I was eating some granola bars while reading a book and when I got home from school the next day my book and the granola bar wrappers were scattered all over my bed room. My dog would usually mess up my bed room but she couldn’t have done this because my bed room door was closed all they way. Now even my friends are hearing voices and their belongings are falling off tables or shelves. It is still going on to this day.

Submitted by Andrew

My French Poem

I began studying French in junior high school.  It came easily to me from the beginning and I always enjoyed it, never receiving less than an “A” in my study of it—which I pursued throughout high school, college, and graduate school.  After college, I worked for a time as a French/English translator and interpreter in an embassy in Washington, D.C.  No one else in my family had an affinity for foreign languages, at least not since my great grandparents on my mother’s side immigrated to the United States from Italy.  I also enjoyed writing poetry from time to time.  As a junior or senior in high school, I once wrote a six-line poem in French, inspired by puppy love. It wasn’t something I was particularly proud of, or even very fond of.

One crisp December night during my last year in college, I was cramming for the final exam for a French poetry class.  I was curled up in a large winged-back chair in front of the fire place.  I lived in a two-story guest house on a gracious Southern Estate that had been turned into a dorm for French majors. Gary was the only other student in the living room that night.  He had tended the fire, but was well into numbing his senses with a six-pack of Stroh’s.  As the smell of charred wood began to fade and the embers in the fireplace lost their glow, I was getting sleepy. Fortunately, I only had a couple of more poems to read.

Suddenly, I was startled awake.  A chill struck my spine and I bolted out of my chair. There was my poem!  My poem was in the book of French poetry, except that the poem in the book had two stanzas of six lines and mine only had one, and a couple of words were in reverse order.  It was unbelievable!  When I excitedly told Gary, he just mumbled something incomprehensible. The next day, I recounted the story to my professor, but his only comment was “I suppose brilliant minds think alike.”

How could I write six lines of a poem in another language that someone else already had written? No one could explain it, least of all me.  The poem could not have been a subliminal memory of something I heard as a child—no one in my family or any of their acquaintances spoke French.  Automatic writing? Channeling?  Seems unlikely, as I have never had any similar experiences before or since.  The poem in the book was written by a minor French poet who died five years before I was born.  To this day, I have no explanation for my poem.  But I have often wondered if there was some other force—one not quite founded on the conscious plane of existence—for why the French language was always so easy, almost second nature, for me.

Submitted by C.A. Swann

Six Fingers With Claws

I lived in the country when this happened.  I was 16 years old when it began.  It was shortly after my parents bought me a car to get around in without them having to drive me to all my functions.  I was in different sports, dance and cheerleading activities.

Any way one night I was going for a short drive to get some doughnuts for everybody.  I went out to my car and when I sat inside, I noticed something.  It was a HUGE hand print on the windshield right in front of the drivers seat.  The fingers were extra long and had dots at the end, like the tips of claws.  The oddest thing was that there were six fingers instead of five.  It had four long digits and two shorter thumb like fingers on either side.  The print was much larger than that of any man.  It was distracting so I got out to wipe it off.  It didn’t get wiped away in spite of my best efforts.  I got back in the car confused as to why I couldn’t wipe it off.  Then I tried to wipe it off with my finger from inside the car and the print was actually made within the car.  Someone or something had to have been in the car that night.  I did not see the print earlier when I drove home from school.  I wiped it off with a paper napkin and just figured it had to be something that only looked like a hand print because nothing could be that big with six fingers no less.

Nothing happened for at least a month later and I totally forgot about the hand print.  Then one night as I laid sleeping, I was awoken by tapping on my window right above my headboard over my head.  It sounded like someone was tapping something hard like a screwdriver on the window.  I ignored it but knew it couldn’t be a tree or anything like that because that window was all alone.  10 minutes later or so, I heard it again.  This time when I opened my eyes I saw a huge shadow go across the room like the entire window was blocked from the moonlight as someone passed by.  That window was maybe eight feet from the ground outside.  To block out the entire window, someone had to be at least nine feet tall.  I knew I wasn’t dreaming and I was too scared to look, so I just laid there until I fell asleep.

My mom and brother did not believe me the next day.  They looked at each other when I told them about it in the morning like I was crazy or something.  I checked outside later where the window is and there wasn’t any evidence.  I did see four scratch marks on the wood by the garage.  My brother said it was a raccoon but it seemed awfully high to me for a raccoon to reach there.

So months later I’m doing some homework at the kitchen table.  It is only like eight or nine O clock.  I hear the tapping on the kitchen window behind me.  The first thing that came to my mind was it was my boyfriend so I tuned and looked quickly.  What I saw scared the hell out of me.  It all happened so fast that I can’t even be sure of what I saw, but I thought I saw two giant red eyes for just a tiny split second.  They were gone before I could even get a direct look at the window.  I saw this in my peripheral vision as I was turning to look at the window.  Again, this window is at least eight feet from the ground outside.  And the eyes went upward as they moved, like the thing looking in was actually bending down to see through the window.  I called my boyfriend who was so sweet, he came right over, but he didn’t find anything, no footprints or any indication that anything was there at all.  He said maybe it was an owl.  I just nodded because I didn’t want to be argumentative and that sounded good to me, even though there was really no place for an owl to stand.

Other things happened as well.  One morning I woke up and found dried up leaves around my bed.  I had know idea how they could have got there, but figured it was my brother.  He denied it at laughed at me when I asked him about it.

Fast forward and now I am nineteen and away at college.  Nothing happened my first year.  I got a small apartment for my second year and one morning as I was going to class, I get in the car and notice the hand print on the passenger side window, a huge hand with six fingers and tips like claws…

Submitted by Christy M.

No Face, Bloody Hands

So when I was little I thought I woke up but I couldn’t move anything except my eyes. Suddenly I heard by bed room door creak open and saw a shadowy figure enter. The shadowy figure laughed. It was a man laughing. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. As the man came closer to me I saw he had no face and his hands were bloody. The man stopped by my bed and took a knife out of his pocket. He raised his right hand and I know he was going to stab me. Suddenly I woke up to my parents screaming “What happened?! Are you okay?!” I told them what happened. My mother told me I experienced sleep paralysis. I was so scared I did not go to school for 3 days. This was the only time I experienced sleep paralysis and I hope to never experience it again.

Submitted by Andrew

Debbie and the Little Girl in a Blue Dress

Since I was nine I had always seen things a little bit differently than the other kids in my neighborhood. I was the fat, dorky, weird kid that people thought was creepy.  The reason for this is because I could see things or at least thought I could see things, honestly now thinking back on it I could of just been imagining things. Anyway, I had always seen this little girl in a light baby blue sundress. She was around my age I think and was more or less pale in the face. I remember she was always silent but once in a while she would smile at me.

I told my parents and they didn’t believe a word I told them. My dad was a hardcore Baptist to my step mom was Catholic, so you can imagine. As I grew up I started not to see the little girl as much. She would appear randomly until eventually, not at all.

Years passed and I had been introduced into pagan culture and learning about rituals and magic. A girl I knew, lets call her Debbie, she taught me a lot of things. She was a rather short and stout girl with a rather large chest and pretty green eyes. She had  a heart shaped face and big pouty lips.

Honestly, I was a little in puppy love with her.
Anyway, she asked me a lot of questions over the few years that we had been going to high school together. (I moved around a lot) She eventually brought up the topics of ghosts and I told her about my experiences as a child. When she heard about the little girl a wicked smile came across her face.

She asked me if I wanted to see the little girl again. Curious about how I said yes. She said she would meet me at my house around eleven that night. Honestly I had never stayed up that late before, I was afraid my parents might get upset but I would go through with it anyway.

After I got home I ate supper and waited till dark. My parents always passed out around nine pm, so it was just a matter of waiting. I had almost passed out when I heard something hit my window. I froze for a moment because I was tired and then got up to loom out the window. Debbie was waiting at the far left corner of the little storage shed we had outside.

I moved down the stairs as quickly as could making the least noise I could. I got to the front door without a fuss and headed around the house and toward Debbie. She had a rather large bag with her and a half cocked smile on her lips. She asked me if I was ready and I nodded.

We went inside the storage shed, she started setting up a little are in the middle. She moved a lot of boxes around and I was to nervous to move at this point. I hadn’t ever tried anything like this and was afraid of what could possibly happen.

Moments passed and she had set up a little area. There was a mat with some diagram painted onto it, would look like a small black pot (which I now know was a cauldron) she had filled it with a water bottle she had pulled out of her bag and then set it on top of a hot plate she had brought as well. I reminded perfectly still and silent As she did all these things.

She pulled out what looked like a few ingredients, random things you may find in the kitchen and others not so much, not for sure what all was there, but she had some wolf teeth and snake skin.

The last thing she did was pull out this big leather bound book that looked older than time itself. It just smelled like the leather had rotted or the pages or something about this aroma of just putrid wetness, I guess you could describe it as? She turned to a page she had book marked, she looked at me and started speaking in Latin or something.

Honestly at first I didn’t feel anything but her voice grew louder and more intense. As it did, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. It was getting colder and let me state it was mid summer in Texas so ya.

As the chanting went on, the over hanging lights flicked. The wind outside seemed to pick up and then she threw in some of the ingredients. As she did, the walls of the storage building started to shake violently. I started to freak out. Yelling at her to stop but she kept at it. Adding more stuff to the cauldron and chanting.

After a few more rounds of chanting, she stopped and the lights went out. I wanted to scream but before I could I was frozen in terror at what I heard. Demonic giggling filled the room and I bolted out the door and toward the house. That wasn’t the little girl, that was something else.

The rest of the night was in a haze. I don’t remember all that happened after I bolted. I was in such shock I woke up the next day in the living room under the coffee table.

After that day, I became a little more aware of the supernatural and learned to never trust an unskilled practitioner in the field of witchcraft.

Submitted by TheMadHatter44

Four True Kidnapping Stories

Jaycee Dugard

The year was 1991 and 11 year old Jaycee Dugard was walking to the school bus stop is Lake Tahoe, California.  A car pulled up and rolled down his window.  The trusting pre-teen thought the driver was just going to ask for directions, so she approached the car.

Phillip Craig Garrido was the driver of the car and a convicted sex offender.  He zapped the little girl with a stun gun while his wife Nancy Garrido dragged the girl into the car where she proceeded to hold little Jaycee down for the entire two hour drive back to their house in Antioch.

She was then locked in a soundproof shed in the backyard of the modest home.  Phillip threatened her with attack dogs if she tried to attempt an escape.

The 11 year old was repeatedly raped by Garrido during her 18 years of captivity.  Jaycee bore two daughters during this time.  Garrido fathered the first daughter when Jaycee was only 14 years old and a second in 1997 when she was 17.  After the birth of the second daughter, Garrido sometimes would allow the three to sleep in a tent in the backyard instead of the hot storage shed.

Garrido renamed Jaycee Allissa and she was only allowed to respond to that name.  Eventually Garrido trusted her enough that he would allow the girl to work in his print shop.  She never asked for help during this whole time.

Her ordeal finally ended in August of 2009 when Garrido tried to hold an event on the campus of University of California Berkley.  The manager had noticed the girls were very pale and had acted robotic.  She ran a background check on Garrido while he filled out the necessary paperwork.  The background check returned with Garrido’s status as a registered sex offender.  The astute manager called the police and Garrido was arrested along with his wife Nancy.

On a positive not both Garrido and his wife were sentenced to life in prison and Jaycee was awarded $20 million by the State of California for mishandling her case.

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Colleen Stan

Colleen Stan was 20 years old when she decided to hitchhike from Oregon to California.  Hitchhiking was more common in 1977 when she accepted a ride from a young couple with a baby.  Colleen got into the car with the clean cut couple when the driver, Cameron Hooker pulled the Dodge Colt over on a dirt side road.

Hooker then pulled a knife and placed it against Colleen’s throat.  He commanded her to cooperate while his wife Janice conveniently stepped out of the car with their baby.  Colleen was then handcuffed and Hooker pulled out a special plywood box he had made prior for his unlucky victim and placed it over her head.  Colleen could hardly breathe in the heavily insulated box, much less see or hear.

Once they arrived at the Hooker’s house.  Cameron threatened to cut her vocal cords if she screamed.  He then hung the poor girl from the ceiling in his basement by her wrists and began to mercilessly whip her dangling body.  The couple then had sex on the floor while Colleen cried and whimpered in pain, hanging above them.

Cameron had read an erotic novel and decided he wanted his own sex slave.  His wife Janice went along with his plan to appease her husband.  He forced colleen to sign a contract that stated she would agree to become his sex slave and obey his every whim.

Over the course of seven years Colleen was tortured by Hooker.  He would beat her and punch her constantly then rape her and use her as his own personal sex toy.  She was forced to stay in a small wood box that Hooker constructed to constrict her ability to move.  The box was slid under their bed and he would only bring her out when necessary and in the evenings for his depraved torture and sex sessions.

Janice released the slave when she became jealous that Cameron wanted to have a baby with Colleen and possibly acquire more slaves.  Janice became a witness for the state and received total immunity for her part in the crime.  Cameron received 104 years in prison.

Tanya Kach

13-year-old Tanya Kach was troubled when her mom moved out of her house and her father decided to move his new girlfriend into their family home.  Tanya began to talk with a 37-year-old security guard who worked in her middle school.  Thomas Hose provided an ear for Tanya and a shoulder to cry on.  Tanya thought he was cool because he would give her candy and cigarettes.  Before long the two were making out when know one was looking right on school grounds.

Early 1996, Tom convinced the naive 13-year-old to run away and come live with him in his parents house in Pittsburgh.  However, this wasn’t exactly the romantic love birds nest picture he painted for her.  She was hidden away from her parents by locking her in his bedroom’s closet.  She was given a bucket to use as a toilet and hose threatened to kill her family if she called for help.  She was allowed to shower one time per week when his parents were sleeping.

The poor girl survived like this for four years, when Hose introduced her to his parents as Nikki and they allowed her to move in.  Overall, her captivity lasted for 10 years.  Tanya was trained by Hose not to speak in public and always have her head down.  Her timid demeanor aroused the suspicions of the local deli owners that Hose would often frequent.  Tanya finally seized an opportunity to speak to them privately for a few minutes.  She told them her real name and begged them to help her.  The owner called the police and Tanya was finally rescued.

Hose received a sentence of five to 15 years incarceration and was denied parole in 2012.

Steven Stayner

Even at seven years old Steven Stayner had a generous nature.  In 1972 he was approached by a minister while walking home from school to help a church by donating some items.  Stayner agreed and then got into the car with Kenneth Parnell to be driven home.  The only problem was that Parnell was no minister, he was in fact a convicted child molester.

Parnell drove the 7 year old boy to his cabin in Cathey’s Valley, California.  He then proceeded to molest and brainwash the young boy.  He told little boy that his parents could no longer afford him and and his four siblings so they appointed him his new guardian.  He told him it was all legal and he better obey him.

Parnell began calling Steven “Dennis,” and told people he was his son.  Parnell moved the boy around often and gave him alcohol to keep him numb.  He constantly tormented and sexually assaulted young Steven for seven years.

Parnell decided Steven was getting a little too old for him when he reached 14, so Parnell kidnapped a new younger victim, five year old Timmy White for his sadistic sexual desires.

One evening while Parnell was at work, Steven grabbed little Timmy and escaped.  He went to the local police station and told them, “I know my first name is Steven, I think my last name is Stayner.”

Stayner got married three years later in 1985 and had two children.  Most unfortunately and sadly, he was was killed after a motorcycle accident in 1989.  Astonishingly due to laxed California laws at that time, Parnell was only sentenced to seven years and gained parole after five.

Babysitter Wanted

A 24 year-old woman from Minneapolis answered an innocent enough sounding Craigslist ad for a babysitter position.  Katherine Ann Olson responded to the ad posted by 19 year-old Michael John Anderson.  She went to the home of Anderson to inquire about the position.  On October 26, 2007, police found her body stuffed in the trunk of her car.  Anderson allegedly shot the young woman in the back.  He was charged with second-degree murder.  Anderson admits to being present when Olson was murdered but he says a friend did it because he, “thought it would be funny.”

Bring Your Belongings

A Craigslist ad was posted in Ohio looking for farm workers to live on an almost 700 acre cattle ranch.  Those interested were told to come to the land with their belongings since they would also live there.  The ad was posted by then 52 year old Richard Beasley and 16 year old Brogan Rafferty.  The two volunteered together and Beasley even worked as an unpaid chaplain.  They became friends as Rafferty was having difficulty coping after his parents divorced.  They went fishing together and developed a close relationship.  Beasley’s 70 year old mother described her son as having, “a very caring heart.”

The problem with the ad was there was no cattle ranch.  It was a scheme that Beasley and Rafferty cooked up to rob mostly single men without families.  Near the woods by Akron, police found three bodies in shallow graves.  Men who responded to the ad were executed via gunshot and dumped in a shallow grave after being relieved of their personal belongings they were told to bring with them to their new job.  A fourth victim had escaped with a gunshot wound to the elbow.

Beasley had served a totla of 15 years behind bars for other charges including drug trafficking.  He is in jail on unrelated charges as prosecutors are building their case.  Rafferty is in juvenile detention, charged with attempted murder and complicity to attempt murder.

Wrong House

I was sick with the flu and bedridden, or more accurately, couch ridden.  My husband was away on business and I was home with my 14 year old daughter and my 12 year old son.

It was about 9:30 pm when the doorbell rings.  I tell my kids to ignore it and keep laying on the couch.  It rings again.  Whoever it is can come back tomorrow.   Then came a knock, followed by another doorbell ring.  This person must have rang the bell and knocked for at least 10 to 15 minutes.

Finally I had it and drag myself off the couch.  I opened the door and there was a shorter man of little stature.  He was clean shaven and dressed in all black.  In front of him he had lined up a whole set of tools on a towel, which I assume were lockpicks.  He was shocked when I opened the door and apologized.  He said he must have had the wrong house.  He gathered up his tools and got in his white van and left.  I reported it to the police but I don’t know if they ever got him.

Check the Playground

Okay this is not my story but it really makes me angry and I just want to post it everywhere so I can to get the word out.  I first saw this story online and realized it was becoming sort of an epidemic of sorts with many copycat criminals repeating it all over the country.  I think it started in California around 2012 or so.

A mom brings her 3 year old to the park for some fun outside.  The little girl is so happy to be able to play on the swings and slides.  The mom lifts her baby up to hold on to the monkey bars and the little girl screams in agonizing pain.  When her mom looks she sees razor blades are super glued to the bars.  She then looks at her daughters hands to see blood flowing out from severe cuts.

How sick is humanity to do something like this?  The entire playground had razor blades all over.  The swings, slides and monkey bars.  Whoever did this should be hung!  The news reports on this atrocity and other sickos begin to copy the idea.

Please, please check the playground equipment before letting your kids play on them.  It is so sad that we have to do this, but it has become necessary.  Good Lord in heaven, what is this world coming to?

Red Pill or Blue Pill?

So this is not so much a scary story as it is strange.  It is not so much true as it is more factual.  The following information may be disturbing to some, so if you are a blue pill type of person, you may want to stop reading or watching now.  If you are a red pill type of person and want to consider the depth of the rabbit hole, please continue with caution.  This information could disrupt your happy existence.  You have been warned.

In 1977 a science fiction author name Philip K. Dick disclosed a hypothesis that he believed we are living in an advanced computer program.  He was practically laughed out of the room.  If Mr. Dick were to make this claim today, the reception may be entirely different.

Evidence is slowly starting to present itself that this theory may not be as crazy as it sounds.  Many scientists are now considering this possibility and at the very least sympathizing with the theory if not outright supporting it.

In 2003 a scientist by the name of Nick Bostrom wrote a paper entitled, “Are you Living In a Computer Simulation?”  Bostrom uses temporal logic to provide an empirical argument that we may be living in a simulation.  He formulates three distinct possibilities, and one of which must be true.  The three possibilities are as follows:

1. An advanced civilization which is capable of running simulations could become extinct before creating an advanced computer simulation model.
2. An advanced civilization which is capable of running an advanced computer simulation refuses to do so.
3. An advanced civilization which is capable of running an advanced computer simulation does create the simulation.

If either of the first two premises are true then we are obviously most likely not in a computer simulation.  If the third premise is true then we are most likely living in a simulation created by an advanced civilization, perhaps are future ancestors.

However we must consider the first two premises are not as likely as the third.  The first would basically predict the doom of mankind before we are capable of creating such an advanced computer civilization.  The first premise suggests that all society’s must become extinct before reaching the technological capability of producing a simulation.  Our own civilization is not quite there yet but we are getting there fairly fast with advances in processing and AI growing all the time.

The second premise would mean that any or all advanced civilizations don’t want to run simulations.  Judging by our own society with popular video games such as Sims and MMO’s, this is not the case.

That leaves the third premise to be most likely.  An advanced civilization will run simulations.  Furthermore, the simulated civilizations would also advance to the point where they too would run their own simulations.  This would mean that more simulations of the universe exist than the real physical universe.  Thus it is more likely that we are actually living in a simulated universe rather then the real one.

Simply put, Bostrom’s argument is logical and at the very least plausible.

Now here is where it starts to get crazy.  In 2012 theoretical physicist James Gates was working on a mathematical equation while studying string theory.  Super String Theory attempts to explain Ultimate Reality or the Theory of Everything.  In the equation Gates found computer code.  Not just any computer code but a specific kind of computer code called Block Linear Self Dual Error Correcting Code.

This code is used for browsers to accurately depict information sent over the web so it is decipherable by the receiver of the data.  This discovery of computer code in  a mathematical equation for string theory certainly bolsters the argument for a Simulated Universe Hypothesis.

Furthering the claim of a simulated reality is the discovery of quantum mechanics.  Quantum physics have discovered that sub-atomic particles are not exactly solid and may exist in more than one place at a time.  Google this if you are interested the slit experiment has become quite famous.

While all of this information seems to be pointing to an increasing likelihood that we are actually living in a simulation, it is by no means definitive.  It could all still just be an eerie coincidence.  However, if evidence continues to escalate then it may become a more likely reality soon.

Now consider this; if we are in fact living in a computer programmed simulation, then anything the programmers decide to include in the simulation will inherently become real and/or true for us.  This may also include things we would consider to be strange, mythical, supernatural or even paranormal.  If the programmers so choose, they could easily insert any of these into our reality, and they would undoubtedly exist for real in our world.  This could include things like ghosts, demons, vampires, zombies, werewolves, witches, bigfoots, dragons, aliens, lake monsters and almost any other mythical creature, monster or paranormal entity you can think of.  Any or all of these things could be easily programmed into a computer simulation and therefore would be 100% real to us.  In short if this simulation theory is correct, any or all of these things which strike terror and fear into our hearts and minds for countless centuries, could actually exist right now or they could even begin to exist at any time the programmers decide.

Think about that when you go to bed tonight and turn off the lights.  Oh, and as always, remember to sleep well…

Links:

1- http://www.openculture.com/2014/02/philip-k-dick-theorizes-the-matrix-in-1977-declares-that-we-live-in-a-computer-programmed-reality.html

2- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simulation_hypothesis

3- http://theawakenment.com/theoretical-physicist-james-gates-finds-computer-code-in-string-theory-equation/#sthash.UkKkGpzt.dpbs

Get On

One morning I was waiting at my bus stop for the school bus to come and pick me up for school as usual.  I am usually there about 10 minutes early, depending on the bus driver, the bus could be a few minutes early or late.

It was drizzling out and that must smell was in the air.  A couple minutes after I arrive, a school bus pulls up.  It was old with chipping paint and the district writing was not on the side.  There was no kids on this bus either and my stop was one of the last.

The driver says, “Get in.”  I know this is not my bus or even a real school bus for that matter.  I just shook my head, no.  The driver was an older guy in his fifties maybe with messy hair and sunglasses.  At first he smiled and was more friendly.  After I had refused, he ordered in a loud tone, “GET IN.”

I was not going to get on that bus.  He asked me, “Do you want to stand in the rain all day?”  I said that there was no kids on the bus and no writing on the side.  He answered, “That’s okay this bus was going to get painted and I was the first stop today, just get in and you will see.”  I refused.

I could tell he got frustrated and said, “If you don’t get on I’m going to leave and you will miss school.  Do you want that?”  I quickly responded I was okay with that and I’ll get my dad to drive me.  Then he did something that I will always remember.  Instead of being angry, he gave a knowing smirk and an almost understanding nod.  It was almost like he was telling me that I gave the right answers and did the right thing not getting on the bus.  He shrugged and drove off.  My mom reported it to the bus company when I got home from school and I never saw him again.  I pray no other kids ever got on that bus.

Home Alone

I was about 12 years old.  I was home alone one night while my parents were out and my brother was at work.  I was watching a movie when I heard some noise outside the glass door.  It sounded like somebody shuffling around but I didn’t pay too much attention to the noise.  Maybe 10 or 15 minutes later, I thought I heard someone try the front door.  I wasn’t extremely sure but it sounded like the knob turned slightly.  I paused the movie and went to the front door and peeked out the peep hole.  Nobody was there.  So I flicked the outside lights on just in case somebody was there to let them know someone was home and to get away from the house.

Thankfully, I also turned the burglar alarm on.  It didn’t go to the police like modern alarms do but it rang a loud bell if any of the connections were broke.  This made me feel safer.  Mind you, at this point I only thought there was a small chance there was someone actually outside.  I figured that flicking the lights on would drive them away if anyone was around and continued to watch the movie.

Not long after, I heard some loud banging on the side of the house.  Then I got scared.  This was definitely not my imagination and whoever was outside knew I was home and didn’t care.  I don’t know why but I called my friend instead of the police.  I told him what was happening and he just kept saying, “call the cops, call the cops.”  Talking to him though I felt better and wasn’t ready to call the police yet.  Just a few minutes later, the alarm went off.  I panicked and my friend on the phone panicked even more screaming when the alarm went off.

Now I was ready to call the police.  I hung up with my friend and called 911.  My parents came home before the police arrived.  They heard the alarm and asked what was happening.  My parents both saw an old car with 3 or four young guys driving down our street laughing as they came home.  This was unusual because we lived on a dead end and no on like that belonged on our street.

Anyways, I will never forget this fat cop that responded to the call.  He finally got there and he didn’t believe me!  He said it was probably just the wind and I just got scared.  My mom asked, “What about the alarm?”  He said the wind could have set that off too by blowing on a window or something, or it could have been faulty.  That was complete nonsense!  My dad told him about the car with the three or four guys, but he blew that off too.  He even said something to the fact that misuse of the emergency line could be punishable with a fine or something like that.  The cop was either too lazy or too stupid to do anything.

After he left, I looked around the house and discovered my brother’s glass door was ajar.  His room was on the second floor across from mine.  We both had balconies with a glass door.  His was above a wall outside.  They must have climbed up the wall onto the balcony and tried to open the door.  Luckily, we had wood 2X4’s in the tracks so the doors could not be opened all the way.  The locks on those glass doors were easily opened with a credit card or wire or even just pulling the door up enough.  My brother’s door was open just enough to break the contact for the alarm to go off, but they couldn’t get in because the 2X4 blocked the door from sliding completely open.

Whoever tried to get in that night, saw me home alone through the window and tried to enter the house.  That piece of wood may saved my life.  I now always block a sliding door with a 2X4, and you should too.

To Protect & Serve

This true creepy story is about a girl I once knew. It is short and somewhat disturbing. When this girl was 15 she and one of her friends went to these two guys house to party. The two guys were older, in their mid twenties and both girls were 15. The guys got the girls drinking and talked them into playing a drinking game. Now of course both the guys had much more experience at the game and were easily able to get the girls really drunk. Then when this girl was drunk enough, one of the guys picked her up and carried down to the basement and took advantage of her. I’m not sure what happened to the other girl. I know many people will say, “Well those girls are really stupid and pretty much asked for it.” You may be right to an extent, but that does not excuse this next part of the story. Guys who are twenty something creeping on 15 year old girls is disgusting enough, but what makes this story even more disturbing is that one of the guys was a cop. So much for “to protect and serve.”

Grandma’s Clock

This true scary story happened to my mom.  My Grandmother (my mom’s mom) died about 14 years ago in 2001.  She died on a Wednesday alone in her home.  She was not discovered until two days later on Friday by my mom at exactly 8:15 pm.  My mom looked at the clock when she found her.  Anyway, my Grandma gave my mom this clock many years ago.  It was nothing special, it was just a clock that had a glass base and a gold face.  It was battery operated and it had no alarm or any special functions, other than it was very pretty.

My Grandma was a strict mother and very family oriented.  She would not allow the family to fight or not to attend family functions.  Everybody had to get along and she would not tolerate family feuding at all.

Fast forward to August of 2015.  My Grandma has been dead for 14 years and my mom is now fighting with her sister over something very stupid imo.  They haven’t spoken in months.  This would have been unacceptable to my Grandmother.  Saturday August 15th, 2015 is the 14th anniversary of my Grandmas death.  The clock she gave my mother inexplicably rang like an alarm clock around 4:00 pm in the afternoon.  My mom said it sounded like a bell ringing.  It stopped after a minute or two.  This is extremely weird because this clock does not have an alarm.  There is nothing to it except for the battery compartment and a knob to turn the hands.  We all examined it and nobody could find any rhyme or reason for this clock to ring.  Mind you it has never rang before either and she has had it for probably 20 years or more.  Then Monday the 17th, at exactly 8:15 pm, the clock started ringing again.  This was the exact time my mom found my Grandma dead.  My mom was alone and could not get the clock to stop ringing.  She almost broke it because the ringing was so annoying.  Finally after about 10 minutes, my mom said out loud, “Okay mom, I will call Jeannie!(her sister she was fighting with)  Just stop that damn ringing!”  Instantly, the clock stopped.  My mom believes her mother was mad that she was fighting with her sister and was reaching out to her from beyond the grave.  No one was their to confirm these events, but my mom would definitely not lie about this.  We figured the first ringing on Saturday at around 4:00 was the actual time that my Grandmother died.

Get In the Car

I was 17 and took the train in to the city once to visit one of my friends.  We had a great time and I came back home.  I was walking in the train station parking lot when a car pulled up and the creepy guy inside said, “Hey baby, get in and I’ll drive you to your car.”  I just ignored him and kept walking.  He got angry then and said “Get in you stupid girl,” only he didn’t say, “girl.”  Then he said, “That’s it, I don’t have time for this.”  I knew he was going to come after me so I ran and ducked behind a car.  I kept low and maneuvered around cars so he couldn’t see me.  He got out of his car but I ran so quick I heard him get back in the car and he kept driving around the lot, looking for me.  He circled around and I kept moving around so as he could not see me.  This was scary but the next part is what really scares me.  When I got home, my mom said I should report this to the police.  So we called them and they said a car would come around soon.  It was over an hour before a policeman finally showed up.  He asked me questions and wrote down my responses.  The whole time though he was just kind of smirking and almost even laughing at me.  I didn’t remember much and that annoyed him so I felt like he really didn’t even believe me.  I never heard anything after that.  I don’t even know if they did anything or even looked for the car.  I have always wondered if this guy ever got some poor girl.  I really hope not.

The Crying

I love true scary stories but not when they happen to me.  My uncle passed away back in 2009.  I didn’t really know him too well but he was always kind to me when I saw him at family gatherings and whatnot.  My parents attended the funeral out of state and left me and my little sister home with my brother who was 22 at the time.  They were going to be gone for three days.  I was 14 and my sister was 11.  We had fun while my parents were away.  We stayed up late and watched movies and played games.  My grandma came over every day in the afternoon to check on us.  The second day that they were gone I was in the bathroom and after I had finished I began washing my hands.  I heard a voice say, “You left the TV on.”  It was a little kid’s voice and it came from right behind me.  I turned around quickly but there was nobody there.  Now I don’t mind telling you that all of my hairs were standing up at this point.  I see the shower curtain and I am so scared to open it to see if there is someone hiding in the shower.  I was absolutely terrified but i peeked and I was ready to see a little kid in there.  Nope there was nothing.  I figured I imagined it and continued on.  I didn’t tell anyone because I thought they would just make fun of me, and they definitely would have, especially my older brother.  After this I would sometimes hear muffled voices or sounds like crying and whimpering at times but I never could really tell where the sounds were coming from.  I would just think they must have been outside but mostly this would happen late at night when no one would be out there.  This went on for a long time.  It was about a year later when I found a crumpled piece of paper in my desk drawer once.  It was a crayon coloring of a little kid and what looked to be a large man or monster even.  It was all in black crayon and done messily with many lines and swirls all over it.  It creeped me out and I figured it was just something my little sister did when she was younger so I threw it away.  I did ask her and she said maybe but she didn’t remember it and it definitely was not her style.  Looking back there was many things or hints like this.  Stuff was moved or misplaced.  Things I would always keep in a certain place that were moved or lost.  I mostly shrugged it off.  One night my family was talking about this kind of stuff and we all had similar stories but no one ever told anybody.  All of us had heard the crying.  My mom remembered that her brother, my uncle who died, had said that he was being haunted by a little boy.  He even saw him once.  The boy would always cry and try to get his attention.  We figured that this was the same little kid that we all had heard.  He was trying to get our attention.  But why?  So my mom said out loud, “Little boy you are dead and you have to go now.”  Immediately there was a loud thud, like something heavy fell in the dining room.  We all froze in fear and my dad ran in there but there was nothing out of place or any sign of the noise.  I’d like to say that everything just stopped completely but sometimes I would still see shadows dart across the room out of the corner of my eyes once in awhile.  For the most part though it did stop.  I never heard the crying again anyway.  But my mind is always brought back to that picture of the little kid and the large black monster.  I have always kind of been scared to even think about it much less say it out loud, but maybe the little kid wasn’t the problem, rather that big monster in the picture is what was making him cry and he reason he wanted to get our attention so badly.  And that thing, whatever it was, is still around lurking and watching.

Dead Alien Hybrid?

This true scary story comes from recent news.

The dead body of a 60 year old man named Jeffrey Nash was discovered decomposing in a SUV on July 17th 2015.  From there the story just gets scarier and stranger.  His body had been decomposing for two weeks before police discovered the rotting remains in the SUV in a parking lot in Santa Monica, California.

Apparently, police were tipped off to the dead body by the deceased’s fiancee, a woman named Catherine.  Catherine and her employee, Dawn were with Mr. Nash when he died.  They tried to help him but he passed away and did not want them to call 911.

Catherine believed that Nash was an operative for a secret government agency.  Nash had told her that not only was he a secret agent but he was also an alien hybrid.  His fiancee completely believes this to be fact.

The two women did not report the mans death to authorities because they thought he would be picked up by the secret agencies he was tied with.  Instead, the two women fled the scene and left to Oregon.

Dawn who is 39 years old did not contact her parents or her children.  Her poor parents were so worried they filed a missing persons report two days after her disappearance.

The women have contacted the police through Catherine’s attorney but both are still missing.  Dawn did send a letter to her parents but has not called or even spoken to them or even more surprisingly, her children.

Now any reasonable person would just assume the man was lying to his fiancee and the two women just freaked out at his death so they “ran away.”  However, what police found at the home of Nash puts an entirely different spin on this story.

Police uncovered more than 1200 firearms along with over 6 TONS of ammunition.  That is millions of dollars worth of weapons.  They also found several SUV’s modified for negotiating different terrains.  One of the SUV’s was actually an amphibious vehicle able to drive under water!  $230,000 dollars of cash was also found in Nash’s home.

These facts tell a story of their own.  This was not simply a man who was lying to impress his fiancee.  There is much more to this story that meets the eye, or the ear in our case.  The fiancee is adamant that the man was indeed an alien hybrid working for the U.S. Government in some fashion.

Why would these women disappear and not come home?  Dawn has children and has not even contacted them since the incident.  Was Nash a drug dealer, or a gun runner?  Or maybe, just perhaps, in this case the truth is scarier than fiction.

Link 1 – http://ktla.com/2015/07/22/dead-man-with-hundreds-of-weapons-linked-to-disappearance-of-oxnard-mother/

Link 2 – http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/dead-la-man-1-200-guns-identified-part-alien-article-1.2301594

Bad Sleep

I am a professional man and I have a true scary story to tell.  I have trouble sleeping, so I decided to try out these youtube videos that are supposed to help you get a good nights sleep.  They are mostly twirling circles of light and calming sounds.  Some have an additional benefit built in like happiness, or making money or losing weight.  All sorts of things are promised.  The science or more truthfully the pseudoscience of these claims explains that these sounds are supposed to target a point in your subconscious mind or something like that.  I didn’t buy the idea but did think the calming sounds might help me sleep through the night.  First time I tried it, the video seemingly worked well.  I slept through the night and awoke fresh and ready for my day.  The next time I decided to try one of the suggestive videos.  It promised more confidence.  Right from the beginning I thought something was off about this video, but decided to give it a try anyway.  As I slept, I began to have very vivid dreams.  I was dreaming that someone entered my condo through the patio door.  Later I was able to determine the intruder was an old woman.  She was doing very random things.  She would eat chips from the pantry and drank a glass of orange juice.  she used the bathroom and then walked into my bedroom while I was still asleep.  She stood there at my bed and watched me sleep for minutes before walking out of the house.  All of this happened in my dream while I was still sleeping in my bed.  I was sort of up in the corner of my bedroom watching this woman watching me sleep.  I remember thinking I hope she doesn’t pull out a knife or something crazy like that.  I knew I was dreaming but still was relieved when she finally left.  Here is the crazy part.  When I woke up the following morning, I found the bag of chips on my kitchen counter and a used glass of orange juice by the sink.  I knew for a fact I did not do this.  My heart sank, but it gets creepier.  I went to the glass patio door that the old lady entered through in my dream.  I expected to see it open or at least unlocked.  It was still locked, and from the inside.  Nobody could have left the condo and locked the doors unless they were still inside.  Needless to say I checked the entire place and found no one, but someone had been in my condo.  When I went back and looked for the video I had watched on youtube it was gone, or at least I could not find it again.  Now I never leave youtube on while I sleep.  In case you are wondering I now have even more difficulty sleeping.