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“Alone in the Dark”
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Keno
I’m an older brother. I have baby (well not so baby) sisters. They are twins. One of the twins had an imaginary friend, his name was Keno. My sister stared to play with Keno when she was about 4 years old. We would offten hear her speaking and laughing with Keno. Sometimes she would say “Keno is standing right behind you.” That would sometimes creep me out. The older my sister got the less she mentioned Keno. One day she just stopped taking about him all together. Decades passed and life went on. I was living on my own at the time, I started to have these strange experiences at night. I would see what I could describe as shadow people. At first they started as small sightings here and there and then they began to develop into full apparitions. I kept this to myself because I didn’t want to seem crazy. One day my sister stayed over. We were up late talking and laughing, suddenly she looked past me into the hallway and said “Keno?” My heart sank, she started to describe Keno in detail. He was a shadow person she told me how she would talk to him and how she would tell her creepy things. After that she seemed bothered. I could tell she didn’t want to talk about it anymore so I changed the topic. I fell asleep around 3am (I’m a very light sleeper) I woke up around 4ish, I could hear my sister talking to someone, not like on the phone but In person. I peeked through the door down the hall and I heard her say “you need to leave and never come back” I didn’t say anything, I got into bed and lay there. The next morning she left me a note saying, she had to work early but that she would call me later. Days went by and then months passed with not activity or sightings. It seems Keno listened to my sister. I never saw him again.
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Johnny
In college I had a close friend. She was from San Clemente California. One summer she invited me to stay at her parents house for a few days. Her mom and dad were so cool. Her father had been a very well known pro skater and her mother was an ex beauty queen. They made me feel so welcome, we had late wine fueled game nights followed by random 80s music karaoke. They had a beautiful two story home near the beach. I was staying in a guest room, nearest the stairs that led to the living room. On my first night I had a little to much wine and I needed to use the restroom. The restroom was at the very end of a long hallway on the right. I didint want to wake anybody so I crept along in the dark. I was about halfway down the hall when I suddenly felt very uneasy. I made it to the restroom took care of business and was ready to make my way back down the dark hall. As I stated to walk i suddenly felt that uneasy feeling, almost like dreading something unknown. My eyes were trying to adjust to the dark as I had been in the bathroom with the lights on. When I got to my room I opened the door and a small desk lamp I had left on illuminated the the hallway just enough to let me see a silhouette of a child standing in the doorway of the bathroom I had just used. My eyes widened and my heart begun to race, I slowly closed the door and not ever loosing sight of this shadow child. This freaked me out so much, I tired to rationalize what I had just seen. I told myself it must have been a result of my too much wine and an overactive imagination. The next morning I headed down for breakfast and my friends mom asked “how did you sleep?” While handing me a cup off coffee. I wasn’t about to tell them what I saw, lest they think I was some nutcase staying in their home. “I slept like a baby” I replied. Later that evening we had a bond fire. The dad told stories of being a pro skater and all the places he was able to visit while touring. Everyone called it a night at about 1:30am. This time I made sure to use the restroom before I got into bed. That night I had trouble sleeping. I tossed and turned. I was very restless, I had this erie feeling of being watched. Suddenly I heard pacing in my room. I could feel the gradual weight of something starting to sit at the foot of the bed. It goes with out saying that I was scared beyond anything I could describe. My curiosity overpowered my fear and I had to look. To my horror, there was a boy thin, white, inoffensive. He was just staring at me with his dark eyes. I felt like he was confused. He was probably curiously inspecting me. He stood up and walked into what was a small closet and disappeared. About 2min went by and I tired to relive what I had just experienced. I got out of bed turned on all the lights and text my friend “you awake?” She came to my room and I told her what had happened. She laughed and said “oh that’s just Johnny, he has been here since before we moved in” I looked at her perplexed and kind of upset that she made light of a situation that had freaked me out like no other. She started to tell me the story of Johnny. Her mother and father moved into that house in 1981, her mother started to see Johnny running around the house and she said one night her mother woke up after feeling someone sit in the edge of the bed. When she looked it was a boy (same thing I had seen) she felt like he was sad and lonely so she invited him to stay with her. She would be like a mother to him. I was so stunned. The next morning I packed my bags and left home. She invited me over several times for holidays and birthdays but I refuse to ever enter that home ever again.
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“I’m leaving now”
My parents, like many families in California immigrated from Mexico in 1978 for some reason or another. The year was 1986 and my mother was seven months pregnant. In those days my dad would leave for work at the crack of dawn. On this particular morning my older sister was asleep in her room. Mom woke up after feeling my dad grab her right foot and giving it a gental squeeze. He said to her “I’m leaving now” in a soft voice. She sat up and tried to reprimand my father for waking her up. Apparently heavily pregnant women love their sleep. As her eyes adjusted to waking up suddenly, she noticed there was no one in the room. She dismissed it as a dream or some kind of spasm and tried to fall asleep again. About an hour later the phone started to ring. She wondered who would call her so early? She began to worry and raced across her room to answer. She could hear a woman sobbing on the other end it was my aunt (her young sister). My aunt was weeping and could hardly get the words, to come out of her mouth. “He’s gone! He’s gone! Our baby brother is dead!” My mom stared to cry and says that moment is still a blur to her. She hung up and started sobbing. She was so far from home. As the days went on a bigger picture started to emerge. My uncle was always driving his baby blue Cadillac way beyond the speed limit. My family knew him as the rebel of the family, a sort Mexican James Dean, I like to think. On that particular day he had just left his girlfriends home. At some point during the journey he lost control of his car and crashed into a tree. His steering wheel center column went into his rib cage and crushed him. He was still alive but gravely injured. The first responders which happened to be family friends recognized him right away. He was always closer to my mom and right before he took his final breath they remember him saying “I’m leaving now! I’m leaving now!” My mom gave birth to me a few months after and she named me (Jose) just like her baby brother, who came to say good bye one last time.
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Non-Believer
My boyfriend is an atheist. He is as no nonsense as they come. He did not believe in ghost, spirituality, god/s or even Bigfoot for that matter. His father had rented a house in a low income neighborhood somewhere In California. My boyfriend had his own room close to the back part of the house. He can fall sleep anywhere so soon after settling in he knocked out. At first he heard small banging sounds coming from what was the laundry room, when there was no laundry being done. He would wake up to find all of his blankets were thrown off of his bed yet he does not toss or turn when he sleeps. One summer night it was hot and I mean California heatwave summer hot. The house had no AC so he slept with his window cracked open. As he started to dose off he heard footsteps in the laundry room (like someone was pacing) he thought it odd since his dad was working and no one else was home. He brushed it off to “old house sounds” and rolld over closer to the window for more cool air. Suddenly he felt as if someone sat on his bed near his back. Before he could even turn around to confront whatever it was. He was violently dragged across the bed and onto the floor by an unseen force. He jumped right up, grabbed his car keys and cell phone and ran out of the house. My phone rang at about a little after 1am, he sounded muffled and confused. I thought maybe he was drinking or was playing a trick on me. Suddenly his voice tuned to one of fear and distress, he said “something pulled me out of bed! I’m staying at your place tonight!” I got out of bed and turned on all the lights. I waited up to find out more information once he got to my place. He arrived at about 1:25am and said “I am so tired babe i just want to sleep” so I nodded my head and got into bed with him. I couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking about the entity that had attacked him. Why had that happened? What was it? The next morning he was awake before me and he said, as he sat up in bed “spirits are real they are so real” we never talked about it anymore or since then because I feel like it triggers anxiety in him. I don’t know how to tell him, that I see supernatural beings all the time.
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Abandoned
One of my friends lived in an duplex when she was growing up in the 90’s. Her parents took them to a park one day because the landlord was going to do some much needed remodeling on an old staircase that led to their second floor unit. She remembers playing on the swings and having the time of her life. That was until her little bother fell face first into a big puddle of mud that had accumulated under a slide. Her parents had to cut their park date short and lucky for them the remodel would be done in about an hour, so they headed home. Now remember this was a time when cell phones were not a common accessory to own, especially if you were living paycheck to paycheck. So her parents were not prepared for what they were coming home to. Police were everywhere. The landlord and the contractor were sitting on the curb, while a sea of nosy neighbors surrounded their humble home. As her parents made their way through the crowd they could see an old lazy boy style recliner that had a car seat on top. In that car seat were the skeletal remains of a newborn baby. Later it was determined the remains had been entombed under the old staircase for more that 15years. No one ever really knew who the babies parents were or why it had been so cruelly abandoned. The news unsettled the family but because money was tight they couldn’t just pack up and go. They continued to live in that duplex for another 4 years. Ever so often late at night you could hear a baby cry. My friend wouldn’t dare walk out and down the flight of stairs alone nevertheless at night. But time and time again her mother and father would hear the crying infant. Finally one day her mother gatherd a group of neighborhood women and together they held a type of prayer vigil under the stair case. They prayed and sang lullabies in Spanish for the child. My friend was there and said all she remembers from that night is her mother sobbing and singing. Soon after the crying stoped and they moved to another duplex in the same city. She still has nightmares of a spirit baby crying under the stairs and oddly enough she sometimes needs to sing Spanish lullabies to herself, to try and keep these night terrors away. She told be recently, she never wants to have kids.
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Missing Time
I’m a 90’s kid. I was the last true generation of children not raised with the internet. I was always playing with my brother, neighborhood friends, or riding my bike around the block. One year on Christmas morning I woke up super early to open all my gifts. You can imagine the excitement, when I unwrapped a pair of brand new rollerblades! I ate a quick breakfast and let my mom know I was gonna play outside and break these bad boys in. I put on my rollerblades and headed for the door. As I walked out I felt the cold air sting my face. The sun was still rising and I could feel it warming everything in its light very slowly. I turned to close the door as not to let the heat out and when I turned back around the sun was setting. I stood there, confused. How could the sun be setting if it was only about 7:30am? Where did the time go? My younger brother was now on the sidewalk outside my house, he was very angry. “Mom has been looking for you for hours! She was about to call the police!” I laughed because I thought he was playing some kind of joke on me. The tears in his eyes and his upset yet relieved demeanor made the situation all too serious. I asked him what time it was and he said 6:15pm I felt as it all my breath left me. I could not wrap my adolescent mind around what had just happened. Where was I for 10+ hours? How did it all happen in a millisecond? The thing I find most mystifying is , why were my rollerblade wheels perfectly clean and unused? If I had been gone for hours why were they in a pristine condition? Ever since that day strange things started happening to me. I don’t think I will ever know what happened that day. But I can tell you it made me different. I feel, hear, and see all sorts of unexplained things. I never told anyone other than my brother about it as to not scare my mom.
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The Gray Man
I once traveled to Taiwan a few years back. One night as I was brushing my teeth, about to call it a day. A typhoon (typical for the area I was in) raged outside. As I walked down a spiraled staircase towards the only bathroom in the house, the power went out. I was startled by it but not scared. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I grasped the railing to my right. I looked down carefully premeditating each step. The last thing I wanted was to fall and break my neck. As I came around the second to the last curve of the staircase, I saw him. A man, very thin (almost looked like a concentration camp victim) malnourished, gaunt, and with very long arms and legs. His eyes were large and dark. He had no nose, only a tiny circular mouth. He was watching me. His skin was gray and smooth, except for a tiny bit of black hair on his head. If this wasn’t unsettling enough, he was crouched down almost like a frog on all fours. He was frozen as if I had caught him doing something sinister. I had never experienced true fear until that monent. My body felt numb, my stomach suddenly felt upside down, and my heart beat so strongly I could feel it pulsating in my neck. I could not scream or run, all I could do was stare. My brain tried to decipher why it was seeing but it was unlike anything t I had ever seen. The gray man was not a man at all but some type of creature. As I slowly regained my composure I took one step backwards. At that moment he crawled backwards down the staircase and disappeared out of sight. He made no sound and he left no smell. Once I was back in my room I sat there, thinking, reasoning, reliving what had just happened. I left that house soon after and never saw they gray man again. I don’t know why but there are nights when it rains so heavy, I feel him around me..... I hope I never seen him again. 
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