You can tell any form of paranormal stories
Example: Ghost, urban legend, etc.
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woo, I've got A LOT. Old to new experiences, let's do this.
I was 6, I had just hopped into bed, I rolled towards the wall while my dad dimmed my lights (I was still scared of the dark. I embodied that Iron Maiden song lol) and not too long after that, as I was not sleepy when I rolled back over to try to get comfortable, I see... a person. They were wrapped in a white sheet with indentations as if there was thick rope around it. They were propped in a corner, stiff looking. And as I stared, it suddenly started jerking around, and I hid under my blanket and when I had the guts to look again it was gone. I didn't get to sleep very easily after that.
When I was 14, maybe 12 but I think it was 14, my uncle had lung cancer and he had just passed that day, and I don't think I knew. I may have been told, but I don't think so. I was in my room, in a different house, and I saw in my closet, my uncle. He was smiling warmly, something I've seen occasionally when I was younger, but like times ten. He was bathed in warm gold light, and I felt very safe. He waved at me from behind the closet door, and I watched him slowly disappear in a 90's movie fadeout sort of way.
After my uncle, I didn't see anything for a LONG time. I think I was in my 20s before anything else happened. But then, rapidfire, I found out I had that thing where I know people's emotions without even having to look at them, and sometimes distances don't exist. usually it's confined to the same room or building I'm in. Then I saw... A Creature? (very ???????? cuz I still don't know what it is.) If you use No-Face as a template, forget the fact that its actual face/mouth is UNDER the mask it wears. But the same like, formless black thing. What's different is that the mask is pure white, with "comedy theater mask" vibes, except the mouth is as close as you can get to a literal triangle without it losing it's "smiling" expression. Like a bent, upside down triangle. I see that one occasionally still. It seems either neutral or friendly.
I tried college for the second time. I can be an ok student, but there are things that still baffle me and I had those classes with teachers that I just couldn't understand well. I was struggling BADLY in history, with an arrogant professor that offered office hours but half of the time he couldn't even be found for them. I was flunking and hated it. I was crashing at my aunt's cuz they were walking distance from their local college. I got home and immediately took a nap because I didn't care anymore and was exhausted. I woke up in the middle of the night with all the lights off. I found my laptop by phone flashlight, opened it up and quietly played When the Crowds are Gone cuz I was feeling defeated. Then I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. With every fiber of my being set to "kill or be killed" I slowly closed my laptop until it looked like Pac-Man's mouth, and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. And there he was. A pitch-black silhouette against the gloomy grey-black of her basement, guitar in hand playing along, rocking side to side, headbanging, the works. Criss, motherfucking Oliva. The room's energy LIT UP like I was at a concert, and I looked on in AWE of this man who decided to come help me up in the only way that would have worked. And when the song finished and he disappeared, it all came pouring out of me, the frustration, the disappointment, the anger at both the way colleges are set up and myself for somehow being the court fool, and when it was done, I was ready to fight another day. Actually? Make that three times metal saved my goddamn life. Thanks, Criss! \m/
A bit of time passed, I had decided college just wasn't for me and dropped everything because I knew it was such a money suck. I was still in the same house as Uncle Ghost, by the way, I was somewhere that was not my room, maybe the kitchen, I don't remember exactly. When suddenly I felt VERY depressed and like my heart hurt and couldn't breathe, but could breathe at the same time, and just as quickly as it started, it passed. I remember thinking "shit, it feels like someone died." And I still didn't know much about EmpathDLC, figuratively speaking, so there I go messaging EVERYONE going "ARE YOU OK ANSWER ME I just got weirdass vibes and need to know you're ok" ......nothing. Nothing, nothing at all. Until months later. MONTHS.
One of my friends who hardly gets on social media messages me through social media, opening with "hey, do you remember when you were going crazy cuz you thought someone died?" Turns out I had felt someone I had never met who was this friend's BEST FRIEND die in a freak accident. So now I'm not only an empath, I can hop from person I know to someone I don't know who'd a crapton of miles away when I can normally only empath strangers if again, same room or building. Or with my clumsy attempts at psychometry. We took turns yelling F-bombs into the ether, and I let him talk about how great a dude his friend was, and how extremely awesome a guitarist (compared to favorably with Randy Rhoads, which is something), generally how much he was heartbroken and everything.
About a month goes by, I'm having a bad day. Myself and an exfriend (loooongass boring story) went to go get ice cream because of course. and suddenly exfriend looks at me and goes "do you see him too?" I go "see WHO??" turn a complete circle, see no physical person, switch to Scan sight, and it's.... the dude's best friend. He's doing like the 90's equivalent of a cheesy tiktok dance and I bust a gut cuz that's the last thing I would have expected a ghost to do. And then later, we both learn a secret handshake that this ghost and my other friend in above paragraph had. So I talk to my dude friend, dude confirms the handshake and tells me the ghost we saw would NOT stop talking to him and distracting his work, so he placed wards. I still don't know if he's still "banned" from my friend's presence or not. Bet's on not. I see this ghost WAY more often than any others and is exceedingly friendly.
Recentlyish we moved again, and Dad is no longer with us (fuck cancer!) and we unfortunately moved into the house my OTHER set of grandparents lived. My biograndfather and my stepgrandbitch. Now, they're both dead. But stepgrandbitch is still here. She ruled with fear and punishment when she was alive, and still attempts to as a ghost. She has brought the energy in a room down on more than one occasion, filled rooms with fear, as well. I don't fall for it usually. Especially cuz I have the anxiety glitch, where I'll randomly have anxiety for zero reason at all without a specific trigger, my ability to recognize and revoke nuisance fear is almost automatic now. I laugh in her face, which pisses her off, and that makes it funnier.
So far, that's all I remember. I'm sure there's more in the timeline that were minor, dealt with, and easily forgotten, but for now that's all. Happy exploring, chuck me an @ or however it works here if you need aid.
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i used to go to hellerup skole (a danish school) and there was this urban legend about a girl
you see hellerup skole wasn't always a school
the grounds used to be a brewery and there still was a relic of it too
or rather there were two relics of it
one was wholesome and lighthearted a sight tower in the shape of a bottle of beer
however the second relic of the brewery was more sinister
you see the gym lokcer rooms was the previous lower parts of the brewery and there was always this little off smell to it
the lights were always scary and there was this feeling of never truly being alone in it
this is because of the second relic of the past
before the grounds was turned into a school there was no reason to shut down the brewery no reason until one fateful day
the daughter to the owner of the grounds went exploring and so she went down to the lower parts of the brewery to go adventouring
(the doors locked behind her)
however
fate would strike as the pipes leading the beer out of the facility burst
and with no way out
she slowly choked to death strangled by beer and alchohol
to this day there is a human shaped stain in the halls of the locker rooms
maybe it's a prank the cleaning team are pulling on us
or the ghost of the grounds may be real