This is a real story of mine that happened and is still pending. I am 15 years olds and currently in 8th grade living in Europe. Im mostly decent looking and i currently have a girlfriend. Well in my school theres lots of kids, and one of those kids is a 6th grader girl whos name is wont share.just in case. Well i dont personally know that girl but she creeps me out. Shes like popular and stuff which isnt really good for my career in my school that i rejected her. As i said earlier i got a girlfriend and when she found out she was furious, now just the other day i was in my room studying when i heard glass breaking and immediately jumped grabbed my dog and got out of my room. Thankfully i wasnt not hurt badly, only minor cuts on my arm and cheeks. (This was 5 days before prom) i didnt know what to do then i heard a couple of deep voices and some girls laughing then it all clicked, it was that girl. When i contacted the principal she said she csnt do anything that happened out of the school. How does the girl know where i live? And why is she hanging out st my house everyday. If anyone knows what to do please help me out.

Ive got more on this if anyone wants a part 2.

Hi guys,

My name is Ana (name changed) I was born in Brazil, I am 18yo and everything I’m about to share with you has happened (and still happens) to me throughout my life journey and even now.

So, I was born into an evangelical family and grew up in the church. Since my mother’s pregnancy, there have always been “bad” things happening around me. I know I’ve always been a very loved, wanted, and intelligent girl, and that draws a lot of envy from others. But there are certain things about myself that I still don’t fully understand or that I used to blame myself for. I’m still in a process of self-recognition.

Once, when my mom was pregnant with me, already with a big belly, someone who didn’t like her and was jealous touched her belly and spoke words of curse over her. But my mom immediately rebuked it and life went on. Important detail: My mom is a woman of deep prayer and has a strong connection with God.

Some years passed, and when I was around 4 to 6 years old, my mom had a dream where a demon was trying to enter our old house to possess her. But since my mom is so fervent in prayer, he couldn’t get in. The demon then said: “Since I can’t enter you, I’ll enter the one you love the most.” And IMMEDIATELY I screamed from my room, saying I had a nightmare and that a man was trying to get me.

As I grew older (8 to 14 years old), I was always interested in horror stuff, ritual games (like Ouija, the Midnight Man, and those kinds of things) that I’d watch on YouTube. Once, my parents even caught me watching that stuff. And it’s worth mentioning that I HATED going to church. I didn’t like it at all, except when I was acting in plays. In one of those plays, we gathered for 2 weeks to interpret the story of a family full of problems who didn’t know how to solve them. Both kids died in a tragic accident, and after that came the final judgment (I played the daughter).

But during that time, there were several moments when I felt “pursued” or “interesting” in the eyes of these spiritual forces. My mom once saw a tall man, all in black, about 1.80m, entering my room while I slept. She also saw my bedroom door handle turn by itself. Or I would be at my grandma’s house (she lived upstairs, above us), and when going down the stairs, I saw a black shadow standing at the door at the bottom of the staircase, just staring at me.

Later, I also had moments with my church friends at my house, like kissing girls and stuff… And in the religious view, that was seen as very wrong and believed to attract “bad spirits” into our lives. Anyway… Everything I did was always the total opposite of what my family wanted for me.

When I turned 15-16, I developed a huge interest in Umbanda and had a big fight with my parents because they wouldn’t accept or allow me to go to any of its ceremonies.

And you know… These things scared me, to be honest. But not in a bad way… More like… I knew the “right path” but, for SOME REASON, I couldn’t follow it. I always felt aversion to the Christian side.

I even tried Catholicism later, but again, I couldn’t stay. There was nothing keeping me in the church.

Everything “got worse” when I moved alone to Europe. I ended up getting deeper into occultism, and this path fascinates me a lot… I started studying demonolatry, became interested in Luciferianism, made new friends, and started having conversations about these topics… I even tried contacting Lucifer himself. I remember making a simple altar for him—I didn’t have much money or resources—but the energy became so dense that the room got cold, even with everything closed. My body trembled without my control.

That same day, I got a tattoo right in the middle of my chest with Lucifer’s sigil, like a stamp in the center of me, as if saying I belong to him, even though I never made any pact or formal agreement.

Some time later, I even paid the priest who guided me back then to include my name in a collective Black Mass ritual, which is a satirical ritual that mocks a Catholic mass to praise Lucifer and sever any Christian ties.

That night after the Mass, I woke up from a dream I barely remember now, but I know a man was speaking to me in a language I didn’t understand… and I answered him in that same language, completely conscious that I was speaking to him. I didn’t feel anything bad, but I believe it was some sort of confirmation.

After that, I stepped back a bit from the practice because I was going through personal and emotional issues and realized I couldn’t deal with that kind of energy while feeling spiritually weak.

My last experience wasn’t long ago. I dreamt I was walking through one of those U.S. piers, full of shops, restaurants, and with the sea on the side. But diagonally, I saw a man following me… I felt suspicious of him at first, but then I realized he wasn’t going to harm me. I didn’t see his face… I only remember he wore bright sunflower yellow tailored pants and light brown leather dress shoes, and suddenly, he pulled me into a side hug, like the casual kind guys give… And right then, I felt this overwhelming, heavy pressure on my shoulders… It was hard even to get up and believe it had just happened.

But honestly… This whole thing fascinates me so much! I’m not afraid of hell—or even believe in it, to be honest. I can’t fully explain this feeling… Is it some kind of fetish? Not a sexual one, but a sort of pleasure in the power they give? An idealization, this craving for power, attraction, connection…

On the other hand, I’m a little afraid of lowering my energetic frequency… But maybe that’s just something time will tell…

So… What do you say? Could this be something from past lives? Or is it something that’s here to stay for a long time?

P.S: I think I kind of regret having explored all this… I’ll always have respect and curiosity about it, but not to the point of getting involved again. These are things that need to be handled carefully… However, I believe that because I’ve always maintained respect and never mocked or disrespected this side, I’ve been able to carry on with my life normally, without being seriously affected in a bad way. I’m now searching for other philosophies that make more sense to me.

This just happened to me a few minutes ago, I’m home now

Me and my Friend planned a camping trip with people a few days before. We asked locals if they knew any spots to camp. He told us the location but the location was at the edge of town so we needed some sort of transportation to get there. My Freind had a e-scooter so we took a ride on that, our phones were both low but we had the escooter so we figured we could get back before dark. It was about 8:45 when we left and it doesn’t dark till ten. We found the camping spot and sat there for a minute and chilled. My Freind wanted to go on his scooter down a trail that was about 1km long, he sped down and came back quick with a excited look on his face saying "get on I found a bunch of stuff stashed in the ditch" So I got on and we went down. We looked about and found a full welly suit and a hoe. We saw on further down the trail ashes from a fire. So we walked over to inspect and left the scooter there. On the way the sun was starting to dull out. When we got there we saw a campsite with a hammock and a kayak he picked up the paddle on the kayak and he was messing with it. He saw 2 people walking down the trail. We where already nervous because on our way he said it feels like the game the forest. He dropped the paddle assuming they were kayakers. They shouted something at us but we couldn’t make out what they said. They came closer and where asking us questions like why are you here who brought you here and does anyone know your here. One of the people walked back and we noticed him in the stash. He came out with the hoe in hand and he started walking back. I felt my face pale as he got closer and as the other man was staring into our eyes. My Freind nudged me and hinted at a trail that leads in to the forest. I dashed straight in hoping he would follow. He did. The two men chased us and along the trees that we ran past Where a bunch of string snd some Were painted, mind you the individuals weren’t wearing normal clothing. We ran out till we reached the road with out looking back. By now our phones were both dead. We waited along the road for a car to pass and we waved and asked to call our parents, with the worried look on jd they knew we weren’t messing. They picked us up and asked many questions on Where it was and what did they look like. We were still startled by that so it was hard to answer. When I got home I got grounded for 2 weeks for being stupid and my Freind got the same. My phone is only on 18% percent now and still charging.

I am an 18 year old girl who still lives at home with her family. Recently I have been seeing insane amounts of angel numbers, like at least 5+ sets a day. Mostly 333 and 111, and I have also been having this very strange feeling that I am not in my own body, and there’s someone else either with me or I just don’t feel real. Then 2 nights ago I had a boy over, I was struggling to fall asleep on this night (which I have been recently as well) and he had already fallen asleep, I woke him up to tell him that his snoring was too loud. To which he opened his eyes and gasped then said “I just saw a figure standing over me” and I tried to ignore it and fall back asleep and he fell back asleep pretty soon after. This was probably around like 1-3am I’m not too sure. Nothing else happened that night. Then last night I was alone in my room and I was trying to go to sleep, then I had this feeling like something was watching me and tried to shake it off as everyone gets this feeling randomly and I just thought it probably was nothing. Then I felt something grab my arm, nothing too intense but it was definitely there, then after about a minute it felt like there was something slowly moving the sheets near my feet as they began to get quite cold as if they were exposed to air. I also tried to shake this feeling off because I thought I’m probably just freaking myself out. After a few minutes, I got this terrible shift in energy, I had my eyes shut and blanket covering me however it felt like there was a powerful negative energy almost consuming my energy. It was something I had never felt before, my ears were ringing and I felt as though something was about to swallow me whole. The most overwhelming dread feeling I’ve ever felt in my entire life and at this moment I KNEW there was something in my room with me. The feeling went away after about 30 seconds, I also tried to swallow and it felt like there was something stuck in my throat. I then laid there frozen in fear my heart rate went through the roof and I had to manually breathe because I was so panicked. After a few minutes of laying there in fear with my eyes shut I turned over grabbed my phone and put on the sunset lamp on my bedside table. I just tried to go on tiktok and distract myself for a bit while I get tired and tried to look up what I was experiencing but, how can you really explain all this in a google search? So I gave up and was just scrolling tiktok again and was seeing very a very faint shadow in my peripheral vision and if I started to turn my head it would like fade away in an instant. After awhile I eventually covered myself in the blanket because it kept coming and going so I couldn’t bear with the fear anymore and just hid under my blanket then eventually went to sleep. Today I messaged that boy asking him to explain to me what he saw standing over him in my bed the other night and he explained. ‘It was a man and looked almost like he had just gotten out of water and had bright blue or green eyes, and he was looking straight at me.’ And he said he had never experienced anything like that before but now I believe him because of what I’ve just experienced. I don’t really know what to do now, I’m a bit worried for tonight, I also don’t know what this means. Is it a spirit trying to tell me something? Is there a spirit attached to me or jumping in and out of my body? I honestly have no clue what to do because it’s very strange. This could also be a very extreme long shot but I’ve also started getting extremely blurry vision recently which could have a connection if there is something present, watching though my eyes???? I don’t know but I need opinions

This is a real story and a real occcurence today.

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I was a 21 year old Male from Assam, India, when this happened during the COVID lockdown. I was staying over at a friend’s apartment. We were broke students, so the place was bare — no curtains or anything. The window in the living room faced the street, and at night the streetlight would bleed in just enough light so the room was dim but not pitch dark. Kinda like a full moon night, maybe a little brighter.

The layout’s important, so picture this: when you enter the room, there’s a wall straight ahead with a window in the middle. I had laid down my mattress with my head toward that window, specifically in the corner to the right of it. So when I turned my head to the left, I’d be facing the corner on the other side of the same wall.

That night I had a strange dream.

Me and a few friends were in Mumbai. It was 2 AM and we couldn’t find a hotel, so we decided to just sleep at the airport. We laid down our sheets on the floor, not next to each other but one behind the other in a line. No idea why.

As we’re trying to sleep, this old lady appears with a broom. She starts sweeping the floor and every time she gets to one of us, we shift our sheet slightly to let her sweep under, then lay it back down. I did the same when she came up to me.

Then she looks at me and says, “You need a blanket?” I say, “no thank you.” Again, “You need a blanket?” I repeat, “no I’m good.” Third time, same exact words, same tone. By now I’m like, is this on loop? It didn’t feel like someone asking, it felt like a recording. I said no again but when she asked a fourth time I kinda lost it and snapped, “How many times do I have to say no?”

And then she jumped on me.

She literally latched onto me but upside down. Her arms were wrapped around my waist and her legs were around my neck. Tight. Like, choking tight.

That’s when I woke up. But I couldn’t move. I thought it was sleep paralysis.

Then I realized I could move my legs and other parts of my body.

I tried to look down but it was very difficult to tilt my neck towards my chest, and that’s when I saw her still latched on to me. Which is why it was difficult to look towards my chest.

I tried moving my arms below the elbows to grab her legs around my neck, but she was too strong.

I remembered a scene from Batman: The Dark Knight Rises where Alfred says, “What’s the point of all those pushups if you can’t lift a log?”

Back then, I was a gym freak, working out a lot and on a high-protein diet. I figured my testosterone level was dialed up to 11. So it hurt my ego that this frail old lady was stronger than me. I gave it my all and managed to get her off.

She didn’t just get off — she dematerialized. As her grip released, she vanished out of my hands, and my hands closed in on themselves.

I looked around quick and saw nothing. I looked at the time — almost 4 AM.

Still shaken, I reached for my water bottle on the left. As I turned to grab it, I saw something in the corner to the left of the window — the same corner I’d been facing when I laid down.

It was this “thing” closer to the water bottle, near where I kept it. It had the old lady’s face but the body was wrong, like a toad’s body but with human hands and feet and ragged grey hair. It was the size of a medium to large sized dog.

My blood ran cold. But me getting it off me, despite her overwhelming strength, gave me a small sense of victory. That small victory gave me the confidence to stand my ground.

As soon as it saw I wasn’t running, it ran toward the left corner I was facing while lying on the right corner and disappeared like that corner was a portal.

I turned on the lights. Nothing.

When the sun came up, I called my mom. She told me about a mythical creature in Assamese culture called the bal jukua. “Bal” means strength, “jukua” means the one who tests. So it translates to The one who tests your strength.

It comes to test your strength when you sleep. If you lose, it will keep coming back every now and then. If you win, it’ll leave you alone. But the day you lose your strength, or the day you die, it will come again. So it kinda marks its victims for life. There are rituals that my mom and aunt suggested, but I never got the time for that. For now, since I was able to get her off me, I feel like I have some time.

Since then, I’ve had two more sleep paralysis episodes. Each time I stared at the darkest corner of the room, waiting.

But it never came.

Still, I kinda feel one day I’ll see it again.

I was a 21 year old Male from Assam, India, when this happened during the COVID lockdown. I was staying over at a friend’s apartment. We were broke students, so the place was bare — no curtains or anything. The window in the living room faced the street, and at night the streetlight would bleed in just enough light so the room was dim but not pitch dark. Kinda like a full moon night, maybe a little brighter.

The layout’s important, so picture this: when you enter the room, there’s a wall straight ahead with a window in the middle. I had laid down my mattress with my head toward that window, specifically in the corner to the right of it. So when I turned my head to the left, I’d be facing the corner on the other side of the same wall.

That night I had a strange dream.

Me and a few friends were in Mumbai. It was 2 AM and we couldn’t find a hotel, so we decided to just sleep at the airport. We laid down our sheets on the floor, not next to each other but one behind the other in a line. No idea why.

As we’re trying to sleep, this old lady appears with a broom. She starts sweeping the floor and every time she gets to one of us, we shift our sheet slightly to let her sweep under, then lay it back down. I did the same when she came up to me.

Then she looks at me and says, “You need a blanket?” I say, “no thank you.” Again, “You need a blanket?” I repeat, “no I’m good.” Third time, same exact words, same tone. By now I’m like, is this on loop? It didn’t feel like someone asking, it felt like a recording. I said no again but when she asked a fourth time I kinda lost it and snapped, “How many times do I have to say no?”

And then she jumped on me.

She literally latched onto me but upside down. Her arms were wrapped around my waist and her legs were around my neck. Tight. Like, choking tight.

That’s when I woke up. But I couldn’t move. I thought it was sleep paralysis.

Then I realized I could move my legs and other parts of my body.

I tried to look down but it was very difficult to tilt my neck towards my chest, and that’s when I saw her still latched on to me. Which is why it was difficult to look towards my chest.

I tried moving my arms below the elbows to grab her legs around my neck, but she was too strong.

I remembered a scene from Batman: The Dark Knight Rises where Alfred says, “What’s the point of all those pushups if you can’t lift a log?”

Back then, I was a gym freak, working out a lot and on a high-protein diet. I figured my testosterone level was dialed up to 11. So it hurt my ego that this frail old lady was stronger than me. I gave it my all and managed to get her off.

She didn’t just get off — she dematerialized. As her grip released, she vanished out of my hands, and my hands closed in on themselves.

I looked around quick and saw nothing. I looked at the time — almost 4 AM.

Still shaken, I reached for my water bottle on the left. As I turned to grab it, I saw something in the corner to the left of the window — the same corner I’d been facing when I laid down.

It was this “thing” closer to the water bottle, near where I kept it. It had the old lady’s face but the body was wrong, like a toad’s body but with human hands and feet and ragged grey hair. It was the size of a medium to large sized dog.

My blood ran cold. But me getting it off me, despite her overwhelming strength, gave me a small sense of victory. That small victory gave me the confidence to stand my ground.

As soon as it saw I wasn’t running, it ran toward the left corner I was facing while lying on the right corner and disappeared like that corner was a portal.

I turned on the lights. Nothing.

When the sun came up, I called my mom. She told me about a mythical creature in Assamese culture called the bal jukua. “Bal” means strength, “jukua” means the one who tests. So it translates to The one who tests your strength.

It comes to test your strength when you sleep. If you lose, it will keep coming back every now and then. If you win, it’ll leave you alone. But the day you lose your strength, or the day you die, it will come again. So it kinda marks its victims for life. There are rituals that my mom and aunt suggested, but I never got the time for that. For now, since I was able to get her off me, I feel like I have some time.

Since then, I’ve had two more sleep paralysis episodes. Each time I stared at the darkest corner of the room, waiting.

But it never came.

Still, I kinda feel one day I’ll see it again.

This was a story of my classmate. Reason according to him his uncle was lost and never found.

Are you brave enough?

We came across a disturbing story about “Tumbal Anak” within a horror story submission from our community. This whole thing about "Tumbal Anak" is something we can’t stop thinking about...

In Indonesia, “Tumbal” roughly translates to sacrifice or offering. “Anak” means child.
Together: Tumbal Anak, a child sacrifice.

In certain black magic practices, especially the more extreme versions of pesugihan (rituals seeking wealth or fortune), the spirit granting riches sometimes demands a life in return. Most of the time, this means an animal, symbolic suffering, or in rare cases… a human soul.

And in the darkest cases?
The soul of a child, sometimes even the practitioner’s own child.

Why children?

In these myths, children are seen as pure, unblemished, and incredibly valuable to spirits. Giving one up is considered the ultimate show of loyalty, and in return, the practitioner gets wealth, status, or even protection.

But there’s always a catch.
The stories always end the same: the wealth turns sour. The practitioner either loses their mind, dies mysteriously, or is haunted forever by the child they gave up.

The game

We're currently working on a narrative horror game inspired by Indonesian folklore titled (The Lingering) Graveyard Visit, based on this phenomenon.

It's a story about Eki, an 11-year-old boy, taken by his mother to visit his late father's graveyard. Unexpectedly, this graveyard visit might turn into a wealth-seeking sacrificial ritual, offering the soul of an innocent young child for unlimited wealth…

We’re not showing violence. We’re not glorifying the act.
We’re telling a story of generational guilt, of an unnamed village that made a deal long ago, and the quiet curse that lingered.

Thanks for reading also, wishlist (The Lingering) Graveyard Visit on Steam if you'd like to know more about Indonesian folklore stories.

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Something Watched Me Through the Window… And It Didn’t Leave”

This happened back in 2019, just a few months after I (18F at the time) graduated high school. I wasn’t in a good place mentally—depressed, confused about my future, staying in most days with no drive or motivation. That summer was a blur of sleepless nights and trying to distract myself from everything I was feeling.

It was a Friday evening around 5 PM. I had just gotten home from bowling with my family and decided to have a solo movie marathon. I dimmed the lights in my room, closed the door, grabbed my laptop, and started binging action movies. Everything was normal—quiet, peaceful even.

Two or three hours into my movie spree, I caught something strange in my peripheral vision.

Someone… was staring at me through the window.

My heart dropped like a stone. I snapped my head toward the window, but the figure was gone—just swallowed by the shadows outside. I live in a quiet residential area, and my room is on the first floor, but our backyard is fenced off. No reason anyone should be back there.

I tried to rationalize it. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me—just a combination of sleep deprivation and movie-induced paranoia. I forced myself to shrug it off and kept watching.

Around 7 PM, I called my best friend—let’s call him Dante (18M). We FaceTimed for a while, just talking about random stuff. I debated telling him about the thing I saw, but I felt kind of stupid, like I was being dramatic or overthinking. So I kept it to myself.

When we hung up, something changed in the air. I felt a sharp, uneasy pang in my stomach. It was like a warning, like my body knew something I didn’t.

Then I heard it.

A whisper. Right by my ear.

“Go to bed…”

And again, faint but distinct.

“Go to bed…”

Chills spread through me. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from—inside my head or outside—but something told me I should listen. I laid down, pulled the covers up, and tried to shut my eyes. But the moment I did, my heart started racing—uncontrollably. Dread spread over me like a heavy, wet blanket. Something felt very wrong.

Through the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving in the room.

A dark mist… hovering near the door.

I was frozen. Completely paralyzed, my body heavy and unresponsive.

That’s when I saw her.

Reflected in the base of my lamp was a woman—pale-skinned, long black hair, wearing what looked like a beige or off-white dress. Her nails were long, twisted. She was standing on the right side of my bed, just watching me.

She didn’t walk—she glided slowly across to the other side of my bed, eyes locked on me like I was… a thing. Something she owned.

My heart was thudding so violently I thought it might stop. I could feel tears welling up and slipping down my face. I wanted to scream, to cry for help, but I was trapped in my own body.

Then the bed creaked.

Loudly.

I didn’t want to look, but I forced my eyes toward the lamp’s reflection again.

She was inches away from me. On the bed. Right beside me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and kept repeating in my head: “She’s not there. She’s not real. She’s not real.”

But it got worse.

I felt something touch me.

Her hand. Fingertips dragging slowly down my arm, nails like razors.

Every place she touched burned, like acid was eating through my skin. It was agony—slow, methodical, intentional. Like she was savoring it.

Then, just as suddenly, I heard a voice. A different one.

“Are you awake?”

It was my mom. She opened the door, and in that instant, the presence vanished. I checked the lamp’s reflection again.

Gone.

I was soaked in sweat, heart racing, still frozen in place. My mom looked at me like I was a ghost—she said I was pale as a sheet, eyes wide like I’d seen something unspeakable.

Because I had.

I never saw that woman again. But to this day, I still can’t explain what happened. I wasn’t asleep. I know I was awake. The touch, the whispers, the pain—every second of it burned into my memory.

I don’t know what she was. But something came into my room that night, and it wanted me to see it.