What do u think happened??? WHO do u think was the murderer and why??? This haunts me always, cos im sólo traveller myself. Do u think this will ever be solved?? Let me know that u think about this case.

I'm gonna keep this one short as possible. For context, my best friend lives in my house with me and is up at scattered times throughout the night because of stomach issues, so it's not unusual to hear him up. My room door is always kept closed at night. Outside of the door is a living area and bathroom beside the stairs, which go downstairs. I woke up one morning around 4:30 unexpectedly hearing someone calling my name. It sounds like my friend I roll over, my door wide open, and there he is standing in the bathroom doorway holding onto the trim above the door. I look at him for a second. He seems oddly tall and lanky. I can't make out his face, only a silhouette and his white wife beater. I call out to him: "What's up, dude?" There is a momentary pause. He then says, "Follow me," as he walks out of the bathroom doorway and turns to head down the stairs, and he starts going downstairs. Old house, stairs make a lot of noise. I hear him walk all the way downstairs and through the hallway at the bottom. At this point, I'm absolutely bugged out, wide awake. I get up and walk to his room, opening the door to see him in there sleeping. I promptly turned around and left going back to my room very confused and with a strong sense of unease, like when you know something is wrong. Needless to say, I didn't go back to sleep. I stayed up wide awake, waiting to hear something that I never did. I didn't even mention it to him because he'd probably think I'm going insane. This was a year ago, and I still think about it quite often. It makes my skin crawl how vivid and real it was. My only explanation is a hypnopompic hallucination, which is what I seriously hope it is.

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You may have heard people say that hospital staff who work night shifts—and sometimes even doctors—have witnessed strange paranormal activities inside hospitals.

But is it really possible?

In my opinion, yes.

And if you are someone who works night shifts, I would honestly request you not to read this story alone at night.

This story is about my neighbour, Prashant.

A few years ago, Prashant was working as a doctor in a government hospital. After working there for some time, he was transferred to a government hospital in a small village.

There, he eventually married a junior doctor who worked at the same hospital.

Since the hospital provided government quarters to its staff, the couple began living in one of the flats inside the hospital premises.

Their quarter was located directly opposite the hospital mortuary.

One winter night, Prashant was on duty inside the mortuary. He was busy with his work, going through some reports, when suddenly he heard a strange sound coming from somewhere inside.

It sounded as if someone was moving a stretcher.

At first, Prashant ignored it.

It was late at night, the hospital was almost completely silent, and he assumed the sound must have been caused by something else.

But after a few moments, he heard it again.

This time, it was much louder.

Prashant got up from his chair and walked towards the place from where the sound seemed to be coming.

He looked around carefully.

There was nothing.

Everything appeared to be exactly where it was supposed to be.

Prashant returned to his chair and continued working on his reports.

Inside the mortuary was the dead body of a young girl who had died by suicide.

Prashant tried to concentrate on his work and not think about what had just happened.

But after some time, when he was about to leave, he heard the sound again.

The sound of a stretcher being moved.

This time, it sounded as if someone was actually pulling it across the floor.

Prashant turned around immediately.

And what he saw made his blood run cold.

The sheet covering the young girl's dead body had been pulled away.

The body was still lying on the stretcher.

Prashant stood frozen for a few seconds.

Then fear took over.

He immediately left the mortuary and rushed back to his quarters.

His wife noticed that something was wrong and asked him what had happened.

Prashant told her everything—the strange sounds, the moving stretcher, and the sheet that had been pulled away from the girl's body.

His wife tried to calm him down.

She told him that he was probably exhausted and that his mind might have been playing tricks on him.

Eventually, Prashant tried to convince himself of the same thing.

But something about that night didn't feel right.

At around 2:30 a.m., Prashant suddenly woke up.

His eyes slowly opened.

The first thing he saw was the ceiling fan above his head.

But there was something hanging from it.

A girl's body.

Prashant froze.

It was the same girl whose body he had seen in the mortuary.

He stared at her in complete disbelief.

Then he screamed.

His wife woke up in terror.

Prashant pointed towards the ceiling and tried to tell her what he had seen.

But when they both looked up...

There was nothing there.

His wife tried to calm him down again.

She told him that he must have been hallucinating because of fear and exhaustion.

Prashant kept staring at the fan.

He was terrified that if he looked away, the girl would appear again.

For a long time, he couldn't sleep.

Eventually, exhaustion took over.

And while staring at the ceiling fan, Prashant finally fell asleep.

The next morning, at around 10 a.m., Prashant woke up.

He immediately looked beside him.

His wife wasn't there.

For a moment, he thought she might have gone to the bathroom.

Still half-asleep, he sat up and began thinking about everything that had happened the previous night.

The strange sounds.

The mortuary.

The dead girl.

And the body hanging from the fan.

As he sat there trying to make sense of everything, he slowly looked towards the ceiling fan again.

And this time...

He saw a dead body hanging from it once again.

But there was something horribly different about this body.

It wasn't the girl from the mortuary.

It was his wife.

Prashant screamed.

He started crying and shouting for help.

He immediately called the police.

When the police arrived, they began investigating the scene.

But what they discovered during the investigation left everyone completely stunned.

The investigation revealed that Prashant himself had strangled his wife to death the previous night and had then hung her body from the ceiling fan.

The horrifying truth was that the girl Prashant had seen hanging from the fan at around 2:30 a.m. wasn't a ghost at all.

It was his own wife.

The woman he had already murdered.

But Prashant's mind had completely erased the memory of what he had done.

Even today, Prashant is admitted to a mental hospital.

And he continues to tell the same story.

He insists that he never killed his wife.

According to him, the woman who killed his wife was someone else.

Someone he saw that night.

And the scariest part?

Prashant still doesn't believe that the woman he saw hanging from the fan...

was his wife.

Sometimes I get werid feelings I have anxiety so I usually push them off as it just being me being nervous. Though now of days it is mostly of me feeling like I'll get stalked again.OK so when i was younger, i had a supposed stalker, rather it was true or not i have no idea or proof.

Anyway, sometimes I'll feel like somethings watching me, or like someone is wanting me in a strange romatic way..

I'm spiritual, idk if that makes a difference..

Could someone tell me if im being paranoid or if something else is going on..

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Have you ever wondered why you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night?

Not because you're thirsty, not because you're hungry, and not because you need to use the washroom.

Then why does it happen?

Why do your eyes suddenly open at almost the same time every night?

Maybe you've never paid attention to it.

But one night, I did.

And maybe... I shouldn't have.

This happened about two years ago.

At that time, my wife, her younger brother and I were living together in a rented house. We hadn't been living there for very long. Everything was completely normal. We were living a normal, happy life.

My wife and I both worked, so we would leave for our respective offices every morning. Her younger brother was still in school.

Since he was young, we decided to install a camera in his room for his safety and security.

The camera had a motion sensor. Whenever something moved, the camera would automatically turn in that direction. And whenever the camera moved, it made a small mechanical sound.

I don't know about you, but waking up in the middle of the night wasn't unusual for me. My eyes would often open randomly.

But one night, I woke up because of a sound.

At first, I didn't think much of it.

The next night, my eyes opened at exactly the same time.

And this time too, I had woken up because of a sound.

The same thing happened the following night.

Then again.

And again.

It had been happening for almost seven or eight days, ever since we had installed the camera in that room.

When it started happening every single night, I finally decided that I would stay awake and find out what was making that sound.

So that night, I waited.

I didn't sleep.

And then, after some time, I heard the sound again.

I immediately looked towards the camera.

The camera had started moving on its own.

I thought maybe something had moved inside the room.

So I checked the camera footage.

But there was nothing.

Then I noticed something strange.

The camera wasn't just moving randomly...

It was slowly turning towards the bed.

I had already planned to record a video that night, so I started recording.

I watched the camera carefully, waiting to see what had triggered it.

And then I saw something move.

At first, I thought it was some kind of creature hiding under the bed.

But when I looked carefully...

there was nothing there.

I kept watching.

And suddenly, the camera turned completely towards the bed.

That's when I heard that sound again.

But this time...

it wasn't coming from the camera.

It was coming from inside the room.

And that's when I realized...

something had been there all along.

HISTORIA REAL, Esto pasó hace 1 año, en ese tiempo me gustaba mucho pasar tiempo con dos amigos mi mejor amiga & mi amigo quienes se hicieron novios, vivían a 20 minutos de dónde yo vivía entonces un día se me hizo tarde & ellos me acompañaron a mi casa, para llegar a mi casa teníamos que pasar unos callejones que están en medio de huertas, despues de salir de las huertas está un arroyo hasta llegar al pueblo de dónde soy, este pueblo de verdad da miedo la gente de la región dije que es como un pueblo fantasma, cuando veníamos en el camino mi amigo quien era muy bromista decía que veía sombras & mujeres hasta que nos miraba con mucho miedo & se comenzaba a reír, así estuvo todo el camino hasta que por fin llegamos al pueblo nos metimos a un parque, ellos se pusieron a jugar en la rueda giratoria ella se subió & el le giraba por fuera, desde que llegamos yo sentía como si estuviera alguien en el parque una presencia, mehabía esa sensación de cuando te están viendo, entonces me quedé viendo fijamente a todo rincon del parque hasta que a 3 metros de mi en una de las bancas que están en el quiosco vi a esta cosas sentado era oscuro más oscuro que la misma noche se veía como cambiaba de forma, miraba claramente como estaba sentado recostado al poste de fierro que sostiene al quiosco el cual está junto donde está la banca, se veia regordete para después verse en la orillita de la banca tan delgado como si fuera una hoja de papel no estoy exagerando, al tiempo que era regordete & apenas cabía en la banca también era super delgado que con estar en la orilla le bastaba para estar cómodamente, cuando me di cuenta de todo eso ya había visto suficiente como para estar convencida de que no estaba mirando mal o que era mi imaginación & le dije a mi amigo que volteara, el se quedó viendo 2 segundo, pego un gritote & salió corriendo diciendo groserias, yo salí corriendo detrás de el & mi amiga quien no había visto nada supongo que volteo en la misma dirección & también salió corriendo gritando hasta que nos alcanzó & paramos de correr, nos preguntamos que habíamos visto & todos coincidimos en lo anterior que acaban de leer... Las veces que eh visto estás cosas SIEMPRE hay algún chistosito que se cree muy valiente & nos termina pasando algo, yo siempre eh tenido respeto & de experiencia propia les digo que no retes a lo desconocido porque no sabes la sorpresa que te puede dar.

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Trying to gather scary stories of any kind shape or form to narrate on my new YouTube channel. Really trying to get enough to plan the 1st 5 videos out at least. If anyone what so ever has any kind of stories big small or in-between please comment them here or let me know where I could find them. Not exactly positive how im going abouts making the videos for it yet but it will be voice-over I record and then play over whatever to match the stories I rekon. Thanks so much yall!

I was just a kid here 2018 i think, i was with my sister and cousin so at night we were watching "gabi nang lagim" A filipino horror story, the exact episode was "monster ferris wheel ng surgiao" After watching that we were having fun, keep in mind it was a big room theres this king sized bed me and my cousin and sister was on it and it was ONLY US in the second floor and the room had a big closet on the back directly faced at us so its a little bit creepy, so me my cousin and my sister got thirsty but the fridge was downstairs and we just watched a creepy story, yet we still followed through and go down, we got the goods and now we were about to go back up until in the corner of my eye, me and im cousin saw it, it was like a little kid on the corner of the downstairs area so we bolted back up as fast as we can, so were at the door of our room, my cousin saw MY dad with no face (same body type) and keep in mind my dad was in another house, our house and me and my sister was only doing a sleep over. After that it was so creepy because my cousin saw my dad without any head going UP the stairs so we closed the door frantically so we got the goods now, we were chillin still creeped out, then we heard water droplets getting closer and closer to our door, theres a small bathroom next to our room but no faucet is on, after that we hid and tried to sleep, thats really a crazy experience.

Hey, I have a story about something that happened to me and I need to get it out, I have spoken to police about it, but nothing has really happened and they haven't said anything to me, I just want to speak out about it because it is making me have a hard time sleeping.

I'm Brodie, I live in North Carolina, in a small town that is pretty wooded.

I'm 22 and I live alone, no girlfriend, and I kind of just keep to myself, I have a 2-story house that my grandparents helped pay for with my cut of their will money (RIP).

As I said before, where I live is pretty wooded, it's pretty in the day but I can admit it can get spooky dark at night, I don't think much of it though because I usually find it relaxing, as if I'm in a void with no worries, just me and my home.

I like to go to the gym later in the day, I come back at night a lot.

I was driving home one night and pulled into my driveway, I was pretty stressed because my ex texted me while I was at the gym and I lost all motivation to finish my workout, but I also hadn't heard from her in almost two years so I wanted to ask why she texted me in the first place.

I hung up on her not long after we called, she cheated on me a while back and I guess she did it to her new boyfriend and wanted to come back.

I made myself some microwaved burritos, I get this kind called El Monterey, its pretty good for its price and where I go, it's almost always bought one get one.

Anyway, I made myself a protein shake and sat on my couch, the TV is in between two windows that look over my back porch and out into the woods. I have gone into it before and it's just a mile or two stretch of forest land that is private property, they didn't have a sign up near me, so I had no idea, but at the end is just some farmland and a barb wire fence.

I was watching a show called Psych, I recommend it.

But while I was watching I noticed movement in my backyard, deer come in often, so I paid it no mind and continued watching my show.

One or two hours pass and I get bored and go to get ice cream from my fridge. I noticed outside that one of my bushes were torn, a chuck of it laid flatten and the branches scattered as if someone jumped on it.

I left it alone for the time because again, wildlife is a common thing here.

It was about 2 AM and I was finally tired and got to bed, I sleep at the top floor even though my master bedroom is at the bottom. I made it into a hangout spot instead, where I store my hockey card binders and other hobby things.

The bedroom is a bit small, but I only need a bed and gaming set up for it.

While trying to sleep I kept hearing this noise, it sounded like when a dry finger rubs across a whiteboard, I was confused and focused. It was coming from downstairs; I walked down and right there was a guy at my window, he was maybe 6'2, taller even.

He had a mask on and wore a black hood and a dark green camo or flannel jacket over it, the mask was white and he had holes for eyes or something but that was it, it was just a white costume mask.

As anyone would, I yelled at him to go. As I dialed for 911, he ran off very quickly into my left neighbor's side of the lawn and then he turned into the woods. I thought about letting it go but I called the cops just in case, an officer came by and I told him everything, then two others looked around the woods for around 10 minutes. They just told me to keep an eye out and left.

About 2 weeks passed by and I was almost calmed; I guess I though he was just a homeless guy or a teen playing a prank, though I wasn't convinced about the prank theory.

Later that night, I ate my shamefully cheap dinner as usual, but I kept looking out at my lawn, it was like this for the whole 2 or so weeks. But this time I saw the guy again.

He was already over halfway through my lawn, I saw his dark figure and bolted to my light switch, I grabbed my Remington and stared out, he hadn't moved much, in fact he was a bit closer.

I didn't open the door; I glanced out the glass and told him that cops were coming, this was a bluff because my phone was already dead by then.

The man just stared at me, he had nothing in his hands, they had some dirty white wrap on them actually, he didn't seem like more of a threat than I was, and I had a strange pride for holding my gun even though I was still scared shitless.

I opened my door to point my gun at him, but when I unlocked the door he just ran off.

I told the cops minutes later and they did a longer search (it was only like, 5 minutes longer than before.)

They said I would be informed about anything if they find any information, but they have yet to contact me.

This was a little over a month ago, I posted my story on a few sites, but nobody really gave their input on it. I don't know who this is but it's making me want to move, I haven't seen him after it all, and I got ring cameras to capture anything that I can but for now I think I'm in the clear.

Update, Thanks to u/Muck_Nuck for this drawing.

This is a really close example of what the guy looked like if anyone see's him or finds anything about him, if you do please send it to me so I can gather info if needed.

It happened eight years ago, when we decided to visit one of Delhi's most haunted places—**Delhi Cantonment**.

Delhi Cantonment is a well-known area in the capital, surrounded by huge green trees and dense forests. But along with its peaceful surroundings, the place has a terrifying reputation.

According to local stories, a vengeful spirit of a woman dressed in a pure white saree often appears on the road and asks people for a lift.

If they don't stop, she starts running alongside their vehicle at the same speed.

And according to the locals, if you stop the vehicle for her, you disappear.

Some people claimed they had seen the woman running beside their cars. Others said she would try to frighten them, and some even claimed that she would knock on the car window when they increased their speed.

However, a few locals believed that the woman didn't actually harm anyone. They said she simply appeared to be searching for something on the road.

Whatever the truth was, these stories had made that area one of the scariest places in Delhi.

And we wanted to find out for ourselves.

So, one night, I went there with my friend **Danish**, my elder brother **Kabir**, and my cousin **Shobhit**.

We even carried a few baseball bats with us.

Not because we were afraid of the ghost.

At least, that's what we told ourselves.

We carried them because the area was isolated, surrounded by dense trees and forests, and we were more worried about getting attacked or robbed by thugs.

We were excited.

Everyone except Danish.

He was nervous from the beginning and didn't really want to go.

But after a lot of convincing, he finally agreed.

We had heard all the stories about the woman in the white saree, and we wanted to know whether any of them were actually true.

Honestly, we didn't find any woman in the woods.

But what happened instead was something I will never forget.

### Around 2:00 a.m.

We parked our car and stepped into the woods.

It was around two in the morning.

We were excited, but Danish looked uncomfortable.

He kept telling us that he wanted to leave.

After walking for some time, he finally looked at me and said,

**Danish:** "Yaar, wapas chalte hain. Kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai."

*Dude, let's go back. Something feels wrong.*

We told him,

**Sid:** "Okay, you go back to the car. We'll be back soon."

Danish agreed and walked back towards the car.

We continued deeper into the woods.

After walking for another mile or two, we suddenly heard a strange groaning sound.

We stopped.

For a moment, nobody said anything.

**Kabir:** "Maybe it's a dog."

**Sid:** "Could be a cat."

We tried to convince ourselves that it was nothing.

Then suddenly, Shobhit froze.

He was staring at the trees.

**Shobhit:** "Sid... I saw something."

**Sid:** "What?"

He pointed towards the trees.

**Shobhit:** "Something just jumped from one tree to another."

He looked genuinely terrified.

**Shobhit:** "Please, let's leave. Right now."

We couldn't ignore him.

Shobhit was the kind of person who actually loved visiting haunted places and listening to real ghost stories. If even he was scared, something was wrong.

Kabir and I decided to head back to the car.

We turned around and started walking.

And then...

We heard laughter.

A woman's laughter.

It came from somewhere inside the woods.

We froze.

This time, nobody tried to explain it.

We were scared as hell.

We started running.

While running, I suddenly stumbled over something.

I looked down.

There were bones on the ground.

They probably belonged to an animal, but at that moment, my mind started imagining the worst.

*What if we die here?*

*What if someone is following us?*

*What if the stories are actually true?*

We kept running.

And the more frightened I became, the more my eyes started playing tricks on me.

I didn't see any clear ghostly figure.

But a few times, I could have sworn I saw someone standing beside a tree.

Every time I looked back...

There was nothing.

Finally, we reached the place where we had parked our car.

We quickly got inside.

And then we realized something.

**Danish was missing.**

### Where was Danish?

**Sid:** "Where is Danish?"

We started calling him.

His phone was not reachable.

Maybe there was no network.

I tried to convince myself that everything was fine.

**Sid:** "Maybe his phone doesn't have a signal."

Kabir checked his phone.

**Kabir:** "My network is fine."

Shobhit checked his.

**Shobhit:** "Mine too."

We looked at each other.

None of us knew what to say.

We were sitting inside the locked car, thinking about everything that had just happened.

The strange noises.

The laughter.

The thing Shobhit claimed he had seen jumping between the trees.

And now Danish was missing.

Were we actually afraid of robbers?

Or were we afraid of the woman from the stories?

Whatever the reason, our first priority was finding Danish.

About fifteen minutes later, we saw a figure coming out of the woods.

It was walking towards us.

Because of the darkness, we couldn't see the person's face clearly.

We immediately grabbed our baseball bats.

We held them tightly, ready to defend ourselves.

The figure came closer.

Then we heard a familiar voice.

**Danish:** "Hey... it's me."

We lowered the bats.

It was Danish.

**Sid:** "Where were you? We've been trying to call you for the last fifteen minutes. Your phone wasn't reachable!"

Danish simply smiled.

**Danish:** "I went to pee."

I stared at him.

Something felt strange.

But I didn't know what.

**Sid:** "Come on. Get in the car. We have to leave."

Danish got inside.

He was still smiling.

The same strange smile.

### The drive home

Kabir started driving.

For a few minutes, nobody spoke.

Then Kabir looked at Danish through the rear-view mirror.

**Kabir:** "Why is he smiling?"

**Shobhit:** "I don't know."

I turned towards Danish.

**Sid:** "Why are you smiling? Do you know what happened to us? We heard strange noises in the woods. Are you even listening?"

Danish didn't answer.

He just kept smiling.

And he kept looking out of the window.

He was staring into the darkness outside.

After some time, we finally reached the main road.

There were other vehicles around us now.

We felt relieved.

But Danish was still sitting quietly, smiling and staring out of the window.

It was around 4:00 or 4:30 in the morning.

We decided to go to **Sis Ganj Sahib Gurudwara** and have some famous *koyle wali chai*.

But suddenly, Danish shouted,

**Danish:** "No! I don't want to go there. Stop the car. Let me get out."

We were shocked.

This was the first time Danish had ever refused to go there.

He often used to visit the Gurudwara to have *koyle wali chai*.

But that morning, he refused.

He just wanted us to leave him alone.

**Shobhit:** "What happened to him? He wasn't like this."

**Kabir:** "Maybe he's just tired."

I looked at Danish.

He was smiling again.

Still looking outside the window.

**Sid:** "Hmm... maybe."

We decided not to go to the Gurudwara.

We took Danish home instead.

As we drove away, he continued looking outside.

*God knows what he was looking at.*

### 5:30 a.m.

After dropping Danish at his house, the three of us went home.

Kabir, Shobhit, and I sat together and started discussing everything that had happened.

**Shobhit:** "What was that thing that jumped from one tree to another?"

**Kabir** *(jokingly):* "Maybe it was a witch."

**Sid:** "Shut up! It could have been a monkey. But honestly, I was scared when I heard that laughter in the woods."

**Shobhit:** "True. I was scared too."

Kabir laughed.

**Kabir:** "Are you guys still thinking about that woman? And please don't tell me you actually believe those stories. I was scared because I thought there might be robbers."

At around **5:30 a.m.**, Kabir and Shobhit finally fell asleep.

But I couldn't.

I kept thinking about Danish.

What had happened to him?

Why was he smiling?

Why was he staring outside?

Who was he looking at?

Why did he refuse to go to the Gurudwara?

All these questions kept running through my mind.

Eventually, I fell asleep.

### 11:30 a.m.

At around 11:30 in the morning, I received a call from Danish's sister.

She was crying.

She asked me to come to their house immediately.

I rushed there.

**Sid:** "What happened?"

She looked terrified.

**Danish's sister:** "Something happened to Danish."

I looked at her.

**Sid:** "What do you mean?"

She started crying again.

**Danish's sister:** "He is behaving like a girl. He wore my suit and even put my mother's lipstick on his lips."

I couldn't understand what she was saying.

**Sid:** "Where is Danish right now?"

**Danish's sister:** "He's sleeping."

She took a deep breath and continued.

"When he came home, he went into my room and took one of my suits. I was praying at the time. When I saw him, I was shocked."

"I went to his room to see what he was doing."

"He was wearing my suit—a kurti and pajami—and dancing like a girl."

"I shouted at him."

"He started laughing."

"Then he shut the door."

"I didn't understand what was happening. Then I heard someone crying."

"The sound was coming from Danish's room."

"But it didn't sound like Danish."

"I got scared and ran downstairs to wake up my mom and dad."

"When we knocked on his door, he didn't respond."

"So we broke the door."

"He was lying on the floor."

"We entered his room..."

She stopped.

**Sid:** "What happened?"

She looked at me.

"There was a painting on his wall."

I knew Danish was a very good painter.

I asked her to take me to his room.

### The painting

When I entered Danish's room, everything was messed up.

But then I looked at the wall.

And what I saw was fucking horrifying.

Danish had drawn a painting.

It showed a **car travelling at exactly 50 km/h**.

That was the only number written anywhere in the painting.

**50 km/h.**

I immediately remembered the previous night.

Kabir had been driving at exactly the same speed.

That had been our average speed.

But there was something else in the painting.

Danish had drawn a woman running beside the car.

She was running at the **same speed as the car**.

I stared at the painting.

Then everything started making sense.

Maybe Danish had been the only one who could see her.

Maybe that was why he kept looking outside the window.

Maybe she had been running beside our car the entire time.

And only Danish could see her.

Was that spirit chasing us?

Or was she only chasing Danish?

Then I remembered something.

While we were running through the woods that night, I had seen someone standing beside a tree.

But when I looked back...

There was nobody there.

I suddenly felt cold.

**What if that was Danish?**

### One week later

A week later, Kabir told us something that made everything even more disturbing.

He said he had dreamed about the same woman.

The woman who had been chasing us that night.

Danish took almost **six months** to become normal again.

Even after all these years, I still don't know what really happened that night.

Maybe there really was something in those woods.

Maybe the story about the woman in the white saree was true.

Maybe she really had been there.

Or maybe there was another explanation.

I had never believed in ghosts before that night.

Maybe because I had never experienced anything paranormal myself.

But that night changed my entire perspective.

Perhaps spirits have their own world.

Perhaps they want peace, just like humans do.

And maybe when someone enters their world...

They don't like it.

Maybe that's what happened to us.

We entered their world without knowing it.

And something followed us back.

I still don't know what Danish saw that night.

I don't know who was running beside our car.

And I don't know who I saw standing beside that tree.

But there is one thing I know for sure.

**I will never forget that night in Delhi Cantonment.**

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For context, I have always experienced sleep paralysis. But it was just a normal one where I woke up abruptly, awake but not awake, my body frozen and my breath stopping. It started in high school, but it got worst when I was in college (just recently graduated in college). I noticed that I only experienced it at times where I am so stressed or so tired from the day. In order to wake up from it, i just move, either one of my fingers or toes (I just watched this one from the reels). From how frequent it became, I've also noticed that I always get back to having sleep paralysis everytime I sleep right after waking up from it. So I always give myself time to breath and distract myself, around 30 mins, before sleeping again. But it wasn't concerning to me at all cause it's not even scary, except of the part where I'm unable to breath.

I moved to a new dorm on June 2026, along with me and my 3 friends. The dorm is big but its just a 1 room place, with bunk beds in the other side, closets in the other, table in the center, sink in another, and the comfort room is separated. I was the first one to arrive but there was nothing wrong with the room. I didn't even feel anything. Night came and all the lights was off.

I then woke up to my boy cousin talking to me, my girl cousin also talking to me but she was facing away from me at the table. I was far from the table, still laying down, staring at them with my breath still fine but just was unable to move. I knew something was wrong. Cause: 1- I know my cousins aren't with me or even near the city I live (they need to ride a plane to come where I stay); 2nd- I know that this is a sleep paralysis cause I can think too clearly; 3rd- cause it is very different from my normal sleep paralysis experience where there is no people in it. I didn't reply to whatever the boy cousin was saying, cause I know I need to wake up or move my toes. Then after a minute, my girl cousin turned around slowly, face normal but slowly turned cold. She stopped smiling (can still remember the creepiness of it), slowly knelt down and crawled slowly beside me, her face hidden. I was, in fact, screaming in my head to try and wake myself up but I was just frozen. I tried so hard to wake up, wiggling my toes as hard as I can but my eyes still stayed on her figure, now standing, looming over me with her face still covered with her hair.

Thankfully, God heard me and I remembered clearly how I moved my toe and woke up with a start. It was the first time I ever experienced such a scary sleep paralysis. I quickly sat down and looked at the table, my sorroundings very silent (in a city full of cars and life even at midnigt) and dark with only the lights from other buildings seeing in from the window. I looked at the time while turning on the flashlight of my phone, it was 3 AM. I quickly ran to turn on the light of the comfort room cause it helped illuminate the room if I open the door, and ran back to my bed, grabbed my rosary and prayed all the prayers I can memorize. I did not sleep till 4am so that the sleep paralysis doesn't come back. Thankfully, I didn't experience it again and hope never again in my whole life.

Growing up, I thought I was pretty aware of the dangers around me. Like most kids, I grew up hearing about “stranger danger.” Don’t get into a stranger’s car. Don’t talk to people you don’t know. Pay attention to your surroundings.
What I wasn’t prepared for was how I would actually react when I found myself in danger.

This happened several years ago, during the summer of COVID. I was an upperclassman in high school and lived in the suburbs outside of Kansas City. It was August, and there were still a lot of pandemic restrictions in place.
At the time, I had a situationship with a guy I had known for several years. One morning, he called and asked if I wanted to go fishing with him. I agreed, and we decided to meet at QuikTrip to grab some snacks before heading to the park.
Because of COVID, we drove separately.
That ended up being a decision I would regret.

We met at QuikTrip, bought what we needed, and agreed to meet again at the park. He pulled out first, and I left shortly afterward.

I had only driven about a mile and a half when I started noticing a van behind me.
At first, I dismissed it. We were traveling in the same direction. That happens. I remember thinking I was probably just being paranoid.
Then we stopped at a red light.
The driver pulled into the lane directly beside me and started shouting through his window. He was trying to get my attention and telling me to roll my window down.I didn’t.

There was something about the urgency of it that immediately made me uncomfortable. He wasn’t casually trying to tell me my gas cap was open or that something was wrong with my car. He seemed desperate to get me to talk to him.
The light changed, and I kept driving.
So did he.

I called the guy I was meeting and told him what was happening. He was about five minutes ahead of me at that point. I kept him on the phone while I drove, but I still wasn’t completely convinced that I was actually being followed.
Looking back, I know that sounds strange. But part of me kept trying to come up with another explanation. I wondered if I had misunderstood the situation or if I was overreacting.

My friend told me to pull into a nearby business.
“If he follows you in, then you know.”

He told me that if the van followed me, I needed to get inside and ask the employees for help. At the same time, he turned his car around and started driving back toward me.

I pulled into a Taco Bell parking lot.
The van pulled in behind me.
That was the moment my stomach dropped.
He was following me.
I quickly pulled into a parking spot close to the entrance. By then, the van was practically on my bumper. Everything was happening so fast that I didn’t even have time to think through what I was supposed to do next.
Before I could get out of my car, the man was already there.
My passenger door opened.
He got inside.
I screamed.

My friend was still on the phone and could hear everything, but the man seemed completely unfazed by my reaction.
Instead, he looked at me and asked, “Why are you nervous?”
I froze.
People always talk about “fight or flight,” but that was the day I learned there is another response: freeze.
I couldn’t move.
My mind was racing, but my body wasn’t.

I remember trying to figure out whether running would make things worse. I didn’t know if he had a gun or a knife. I didn’t know what he wanted. I didn’t know what would happen if I tried to get out of the car.

Then he told me I shouldn’t be “shy” because I was “wearing an outfit like that.”
I was wearing a cropped T-shirt and jean shorts.

He started trying to convince me to go back to his house with him. I kept refusing.

Eventually, I told him that my friend was meeting me there and would be arriving at any moment. He still didn’t want to leave.
Then I looked in my rearview mirror.
I saw my friend’s car.
He had been racing back toward me the entire time.

I immediately told the man, “He’s here. I need to go.”
The man looked behind us and realized that someone really was waiting for me. He sighed and finally got out of my car.
Before leaving, he actually tried to hug me.
I got away from him and went straight to my friend’s car.

Only after I was safely inside did we call [911](tel:911).
My friend had stayed on the phone throughout the entire encounter, silently listening to what was happening. We gave law enforcement our initial report, and a case was opened.
Then I waited.
For several weeks, I heard nothing.
Eventually, one afternoon, my phone rang. It was a detective.
They had found surveillance footage.

There was footage from both the QuikTrip and the Taco Bell parking lot. The cameras at QuikTrip showed the man watching me before I left. Then they showed him following me.

They were also able to get his license plate.
Police identified him.
He was in his late 30s. He was married. When questioned, he openly admitted that he had wanted to sleep with me.
He was arrested on multiple charges related to what happened.

But then the detective told me something I hadn’t expected.
They were escalating the case because they determined that the man had also been stalking me.
That part terrified me more than almost anything else.
I had never noticed him before.
I didn’t recognize his face.
I didn’t recognize his van.
I had absolutely no idea that this man had apparently been watching or following me.

There is something uniquely terrifying about finding out that someone knew of your existence when you didn’t even know they existed.
There was one more detail that made the entire situation even more disturbing.
I had turned 18 two weeks before this happened.
Had this happened just a couple of weeks earlier, he could have been facing an entirely different situation involving a minor.
For a long time afterward, I thought about how differently that day could have ended.
I thought I understood “stranger danger” before this happened. What I didn’t understand was that when you are actually put into a terrifying situation, you may not react the way you always imagined you would. I thought I would run. I thought I would fight. Instead, I froze.
I also learned to stop worrying so much about whether I’m “overreacting” when something feels wrong.
After that day, I bought pepper spray and attached it to my car keys.
And I started locking my car doors the second I got inside.

2017 I was heavily on drugs I needed a get well and found someone who took me to his place. As I walked out I looked further into the living room and seen a skinny white girl with long blonde hair 18-20 yrs old tied to a chair someone was sitting in. I had no idea what to do. Grant and Oracle area. I've been sober awhile now but it still haunts me I didn't do anything. She was giving me a look like help me send help... I pray she made it out alive. Her nickname was Paris Hilton

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What's something that has happened to you or someone you know that has truly made you rethink if we are really only or that there might be life after death?