2016 November Story Contest

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THE NAGA TRIBE, FROM NAGALAND, ATTACH ANIMAL HORNS TO THE SKULLS OF THEIR HEADHUNTED HUMAN VICTIMS.
THE NAGA TRIBE, FROM NAGALAND, ATTACH ANIMAL HORNS TO THE SKULLS OF THEIR HEADHUNTED HUMAN VICTIMS.

And The Winners Are....

We'd like to once again, a big thank you to everyone who submitted a story for the contest.

Here is the final vote count:

  • The Wendigo - 19 votes
  • My Sleep Paralysis Experience - 7 Votes
  • Cleansing a Home - 3 votes
  • My Little Old Woman - 2 votes
  • My Late Night Visitors - 2 votes
  • Visitor on a Kentucky Farm - 1 vote

Congratulations to the authors of The Wendigo, My Sleep Paralysis Experience and Cleansing a Home.

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Electronic voice phenomenon
My team and I learned that many, many years previous, there was a fire down the street from the client's house where a young boy had died.

Cleansing a Home

I am a paranormal investigator and was working a case.

The client was telling us that their children where seeing dark people (as the kids called it), and wouldn't sleep in their beds. Stuff would go missing or end up in different places.

Then the mom saw an apparition of a child, which almost scared her to death.

Now I believe in the paranormal and I'm fully on the scientific side of the debate and I rationalized it as spots on my eyes from the motorcycle headlight so I closed them and I saw no spots, then telling myself it wouldn't be there when I opened them boom, there she was a little further across walking as though she were crippled with arthritis.
She was a short, hunched little old woman ambling ever so slowly crossing the intersection heading kitty corner away from my vantage point.

My Little Old Woman

Submitted by: Steve Ripley

So here is my little experience that made me realize that my beliefs were valid after wondering about the paranormal since I was a kid afraid to go into the basement alone.

I live on Beatty st at the base of the big hill, and one summer evening a couple of years ago I was standing down where we park our cars to see my daughter and her friend off after a visit. She was chatting about how things would be shaping up for school, when I looked down the street toward the railroad tracks just as a motorcycle started up the road toward me and my attention moved to it.

He was scared to death. He and my cousin got on their four wheelers and sped out of the holler.
He was scared to death. He and my cousin got on their four wheelers and sped out of the holler.

Visitor On A Kentucky Farm

Submitted by: Shannon

Hello , I live in eastern Kentucky and this is what has been occurring in my area.

First I'll tell you about my Dad and cousin's encounter. One day he was hunting with my cousin Sam .

While in a Tree stand he heard a scream or yell.

I saw what I can only say was a nasty demon. That is the only thing I can think of. It was horrific and a bit traumatizing. I will never be the same.
I saw what I can only say was a nasty demon. That is the only thing I can think of. It was horrific and a bit traumatizing. I will never be the same.

My Sleep Paralysis Experience

Submitted by: Heddy Johannesen

I experienced something terrifying as I was sleeping. I had sleep paralysis.

But it was what I saw while I had sleep paralysis that forever changed my belief in demons and spirits and what the demon did.

The entire experience was thankfully a dream.

My wife woke up because she heard me talking. I told her what happened.
My wife woke up because she heard me talking. I told her what happened.

My Late Night Visitors

Submitted by: Pierre Ferri

Six years ago I lost my mother.

Two nights later I was in bed sleeping, and I was awoken by two figures at the end of my bed.

It was my mother and another lady.

I have to say that growing up I never really believed him, until I was late returning home one evening while riding Grandfather's snow cat.
I have to say that growing up I never really believed him, until I was late returning home one evening while riding Grandfather's snow cat.

The Wendigo

submitted by: Dylon Whyte

Hi, I'm Dylon and I like collecting Fortean stories. This one was told to me by a friend who was raised by his Grandfather on the Island. He preferred not to share the exact location or individuals involved.

I was just a young boy when Grandfather first told me stories of "the Windeego", a malicious spirit which inhabited the small lake beside his cabin that would sometimes tip canoes and try to drown children.

I have to say that growing up I never really believed him, until I was late returning home one evening while riding Grandfather's snow cat.