I was 17, It was my first year of college and I had started attending school in Los Angeles. My parents lived up north near San Francisco, and I got homesick a lot, being new to the big city and all. So I liked to surprise them on weekends and randomly make the drive up north. During the day it took 7 hours; at night it took 5. So I really enjoyed going at night.

Driving fast, 400 miles of city roads that eventually turn to inland and then desert roads with sand on both sides of you, and a dusty smell from the air outside. I paired this drive with fun audiobooks about mythology, or a nirvana playlist; it was the best.

I made this drive many times, but I still liked to have my iphone's map on, just cause. This time, the map told me to take a different route up, in the middle of the drive, desert part. This was to maybe save time or something? So I pulled off an exit from the main road, and turned right onto this road.

This was a one-way road, with only one single lane for my car. There were absolutely no cars in sight, around in front or behind me, no lights. It was so dark at night, and there was a bit of dust so I slowed down my driving. As time went on, I got more comfortable with this road, and tuned into my audiobook and my attention drifted for a bit. Then, all of a sudden, I saw a big shape on the road up ahead. I WOKE the F up and SLAMMED on my breaks. It was an old car. And I mean OLD. It was the curved shape of a bug-type or 1920's car (I'm not good with car brands), and it was turned horizontal to the road, blocking a lot of it. The car type was also hard to remember because it was also completely burned and black. Imagine you're playing GTA and you blow up a car - it's black skeleton is what remains. That's what I was looking at.

I was stopped on the road completely, and my curiosity was edging me to open my car door. But I didn't. This felt so off. I took a breath then I drove forward and did my best to maneuver around the car, even getting into the sand a bit, and when I was past, I kept driving, eventually finding a way to get off that road.

I was spooked in that moment, and honestly really glad I was paying attention to my driving. It's so natural to just drift off because you assume the road will always be clear for you, no matter what. This was super weird.

In the years after, I heard that this was a technique for people to get you out of your car so they can do god knows what. But I only heard about that once, I don't even know from who, and also, that explanation just didn't really sit well with me. The car was OLD. It looked like it had been there for a VERY long time. Not like some people had just put it there recently. Even the ground it was lying on was caved in and dusty and the road cracked. That's why it didn't make sense to me. How long was it there? How was I the first person to see this? When there's something blocking the road, it usually gets taken care of asap, in my city experience at least. Like what would happen to the next car if they didn't stop? Should I have done something?

I had so many questions lol, I just had to stop thinking about it until recently.

Hola, quiero grabar un video contando historias de terror que les hayan pasado, de cualquier cosa para este Halloween, pueden dejar sus historias en los comentarios🤍.

i live in Eastern Europe and if you’ve ever been there, you know what it’s like. old soviet-era five-story buildings with a creepy-looking entrances, that smell awful and most of them are already falling apart. four apartments on one floor. so, basically, I’ve got three neighbours on my floor.

this woman lives on the same floor as mine and she’s probably in her 70s or even 80s. she’s pretty withdrawn and never greets me back when I say hello to her.

once (it was the first time we actually met) she knocked at my door and said that someone is about to tow my car from the parking lot nearby. I thought she probably saw it out of her window. but, when I went out to look at my car, everything was ok with it.

the next time she said that someone is about to cover my car in concrete and it’s already buried in concrete up to the tires. of course, it wasn’t true, but I thanked her anyway. it was unsettling though.

it was weird, but then this shit turns out. some time after that story with my car, I heard a loud banging noice at the staircase. and when I say “loud”, I really mean LOUD. probably, everyone heard that. so I went out of my apartment and figured that it’s her, knocking at the door of the apartment above her. when she went back (no one opened the door to her), I asked her about what’s going on.

she said “they’re holding her hostage and they’re keeping her there, in their apartment. she’s handcuffed to the radiator and every night I hear her moaning. she wants me to free her”. so then I asked her who she was talking about. she answered that she was talking about her daughter.

but you know what? I was taking about her with my other neighbour before it, when we’ve met at the staircase. he said that she’d lost her mind after her daughter died, because she had a serious disease.

so I said to her “but your daughter is dead”.
“yes! and she was in the coffin for a five days, so how could she just get up and go to their apartment? but she did that”

today this neighbour has knocked at their door again. it’s more tragic than creepy, if you think about it. she lives alone and every night thinks that her dead daughter is suffering, asking her to help her, but she can’t. that’s it.

About 15 or 16 years ago a friend invited me to a rave or music festival located at a campsite in Wisconsin. my friend brought his girlfriend at the time. It was supposed to last all weekend. I was having a great time, vibing and playing with my flow toys. I was mostly swinging a light staff around. I remember a member of the staff approaching me to inspect my light staff. Thinking back the guy was definitely sizing me up to see if I was gonna be a threat. I didn’t bear witness to the male staff dragging an unconscious young woman into a back room but my friends girl did. I saw the police talking to the staff at the campsite. I remember my friend leaning towards me and telling me “we have to go now”. Behind him, at the bar, was all the male camp staff looking at him and me with anger in their eyes. We took down our camp in the dark and left. To the staff at the camp that night, let’s never meet.

Hello, I'm new in reddit and I'll introduce myself as Zeyeanne,, call me Zeyezeye or yeanne in short(pls let my grammar slid, ik it's bad). This is very disturbing for me because this experience stayed in my mind. So if your a person who gets scared easily, this isn't recommended for you.

Around December in 2018, my mom asked me to buy meat so she can cook because my cousins and aunts, also uncs, will visit, I agreed because i know my mom is tired.

I asked my older brother to come with me since he has a motorbike, he agreed because he knows if he disagreed,, I'm telling mom.

(Lets skip the ride, nothing wrong, just normal atmosphere and etc.)

We arrived at the market, and we saw a meat shop, many people were buying there, so me and my brother entered that shop.

The man was quick so the line is easily moving quickly.

There was just one person left before it's our turn to buy, after that person, the man gave us a sweet smile.

I felt safe because he looks like a good guy who doesn't plan anything bad, but that's what WE thought.

The man said "take your time, it's almost 2pm so only few people will buy"

My brother chose the whatever meat that is because idk anything about meat.

After 5 minutes, just waited for my brother outside.

(Skip againnn)

At home, my mom said "took you long enough"

While she was preparing the seasonings, ingredients and the cooking pan.

I took the meat out to wash it, while I'm washing it, I can feel it. It's moving, like really.

My mom was confused why I threw the meat(I threw the meat after i felt it moving).

Until she saw it. It's moving, like wobbling.

I couldn't recover after that. And the man who sells it? He disappeared

And spam me if you guys want me to continue thiss

If you have spent any extensive amount of time in the Southwest, no matter what sort of background you happen to belong to, you have probably heard stories about La Llorona, a morose ghost who roams the night crying out for her missing children. 
There are different versions of the legend of the Weeping Woman, but most end with this: after being betrayed by a man (isn’t that always how it goes?), she- like a more modern-day Medea- killed her children in a fit of rage. However, after realizing what she had done, she became distraught. Some versions end with her killing herself, usually in the same way she dispatched her children, which many say was by drowning them. 
Much as there are many accounts on just who she was and what happened, there are also differences in just who she chooses to go after. Most often, her victims are said to be naughty children out after dark that she catches and drags to whatever dark place she hides during the day, as replacements for her own dead little ones. Sometimes, however, you will also hear tales of an unfaithful man, often a drunkard, being charmed by a lovely woman at a bar that he later comes to find out is the horrific, decaying body of a ghost. Whichever tales you choose to believe, there is no doubt in the minds of many that she is out there, her vengeful spirit wandering the night. I have had my own visit from La Llorona, though I must admit it wasn’t nearly as exciting as most of the others. 
My mother often refers to me as her “ghouly girl,” and I like to consider myself a connoisseur of all things paranormal folklore related. I have countless books on the subject, detailing the backstories of ghosts from the Eastern Seaboard to my very own home in the state of Arizona. The stories surrounding cities I know perhaps fascinate me the most, as instead of passing by places day-to-day, I now have some character to attribute to them. 
It’s funny that I tend this way, as I’ve never been much the sort for horror movies or any sort of overly gory media. I guess I’m just too visual of a person for that kind of thing, preferring reading over watching, where I am able to picture things to my level of comfort. Still, it has never stopped my ever-whirling mind from thinking of some of the most disgusting, horrific nightmares, usually causing me to wake up in a cold sweat, heart racing, and reaching for the rosary in the drawer beside my bed. 
It was in this way that I first encountered the Weeping Woman, and I hope it shall be the only time I ever come across her for the rest of my life. It’s all very strange, things happening the way they did, to begin with, as I’m not much of a night person. I am the type to throw on a cozy pair of pajamas or soft pants the second I get home, whether that be eleven in the morning or nine at night. I don’t like being out much once it gets late. My mother always told me that nothing good ever happens after 10 pm, and the more time I spend in this city, the more I am inclined to believe her. Most of the outrageous crime stories I read about seem to take place sometime between 10:30 and 6 am, hours when I am peacefully at home sleeping. 
It was a few months back, early spring I think, when La Llorona decided to make her presence known to me. Like most nights, I was in bed early, slowly drifting off to the sounds of the train and streetcar in the distance, a podcast on low volume playing on my phone. 
I think this podcast was likely where my fatal mistake lay. You see, being invested in all things creepy like I am, I have a tendency to also like true crime. While this may be fine for a short nap during the day, or even as a sort of white noise while I am working on whatever project happens to have my attention at the moment, it is not necessarily the best choice for heavy-duty sleeping. When I am in a deeper part of my circadian rhythm, the descriptions of the grisly murders that have been carefully recorded by some millennial YouTuber find their way into my subconscious, conjuring up all sorts of uncomfortable images that then dance across the screen of my mind as I slumber on. 
While I am one of the lucky sort that is able to lucid dream very easily and very often, it is something of a two-edged sword. More often than not, I end up caught in a loop, desperately trying to escape whatever strange or odd entity has decided to play a prank that night, and failing each and every time. It is also not uncommon for dream paralysis to occur when I am caught in one of these loops, each escape attempt becoming increasingly more difficult. My legs turn to stone, and my eyes refuse to open wide enough to take in everything that is going on around me, so I am left blind and helpless in the middle of I-don’t-know-where. 
With all the times I’ve experienced dream paralysis, you think I would have had my share of rounds with the regular sleep paralysis that most experience, but, strangely, I have not. Until one time, that is. 
As I believe I’ve mentioned, my dreams tend to be extremely vivid. My brain could be filtering out the most absurd nonsense anyone has ever heard of while I am asleep, and yet it still manages to feel so real to me. On the night in question, I believe I was dreaming of being bedridden, a case of being trapped in one’s own body, where I could hear and see those around me, but they more often than not didn’t respond to me at all. 
I was watching two older women stand over me, talking about me, when suddenly another figure appeared in the corner of the bedroom. She looked like a bride, strangely, dressed in a grubby white dress with tangled black hair falling out of a loose veil. For a second, her face appeared beautiful, until I saw what lay beneath: death-bleached skin barely clinging to her bones, with large, dark red circles under her eyes. Somehow, I knew instinctively that all those legends I’d read were now making an appearance: La Llorona had come for a visit. 
She began pointing at me, talking about horrible things I couldn’t remember doing, and telling the other two women that it had come my time to be taken to the bleak underworld the Weeping Woman has called her home for God only knows how many centuries now. 
I could only watch in horror as she made her way over to the bed, climbing on top of me, sucking the life out of me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. She was suffocating me, her black eyes boring straight through me. 
With a start, I woke up, but the nightmare wasn’t over. While the other two women from my dream had vanished, I could still feel something sitting on my chest, a something much too heavy to be my cat. She was still there, I could feel her, and I swear I saw the pale outline of leg sweep in a swift arc across the mattress. 
I tried to scream, but nothing came out. It was like my lips were glued together. The pressing continued, and I felt my heart rate speed up. I was quickly descending into a panic. I had to end this– and fast. 
I tried to yell again, about half a syllable of the Good Lord’s name making it past my lips. No. I was not going to die tonight. Not here, not like this. I am only in my early twenties– I still have so much life ahead of me! 
I struggled against the specter’s grip, fighting whatever held my tongue down until I was finally able to croak out, “Jesus!” 
The second the name left my lips, she was gone. I felt the pressure from my chest ease, and the room was once more empty, as though she’d never been there at all. And perhaps she wasn’t. Even as a scholar of psychology, it is far beyond me to understand all the workings of the human mind, why it conjures the things it does, and if they are ever in any way connected with the paranormal. I’ve had my run-ins with ghosts and ghouls, of course, everyone has, but quite a few were harmless and have only ever bothered me when I was awake and about. 
I lay there in bed, breathing heavily for a few moments, before reaching for the aforementioned rosary I keep in a drawer on my bedside table. Running my sweaty fingers over the cold beads brought a huge sense of relief, and after a while I found myself able to calm down and go back to sleep, before my alarm clock woke me with its obnoxious ringing a little while later. 
That was my first and only encounter with the weeping woman. I still get nightmares from time to time, but never sleep paralysis. I hope I never do again, because if I never see La Llorona’s horrid, sorrowful face again it will be too soon. 
However, there are some nights when, lying in bed, I think I can hear her mournful wailing somewhere out in the distance. For as long as there are people tormented by night, she will be out there, waiting.

I never really been a big fan of coming to the internet to let people judge your personal experiences and decisions. But honestly these past couple months have been the worst and hopefully now that I’m letting my voice be heard something can be done about it.

This started 3 months ago. My boyfriend and I we’ll call him Zack for the purpose of being discreet. Zack and I have always had our problems but we tend to get over them after a while, well,, one day was one of those days where i honestly couldn’t be bothered with him. We already had been arguing the whole week but i guess he wanted to make things right by telling me to meet him at this fancy restaurant called fogo de cho around 8pm.

The reason this story is even happening is because during this so called date or whatever he had been on the phone during our date night with his boys he said for a good 30 minutes and i just found that to be so disrespectful.. i ended up walking out on him and taking my car back home. As soon as i pulled into the driveway that night i noticed my neighbor on his porch just relaxing. We’ll call him tom for this sake of the video. Now I had knew tom since I moved into this house a couple years back and he never gave me any red flags, which is why I felt so comfortable telling him about my problems.

After walking up to him and having a brief chat about everything that’s been going on while crying he agreed with everything I was saying which.. let me feel heard and wanted… I guess you can see where this is going but he invited me inside to comfort me to which I agreed. We took shots, chatted and relaxed together all night, and we ended up sleeping together. Ik it may sound crazy but I was comfortable with him and wasn’t really expecting much of it. The next day I left and all seemed fine until he asked where I was going. I didn’t find it too weird as it was 6am so I told him I’m going home. He laughed and said
“Wym? You are home now”
At the time I thought it was just pointless flirting but I told him I still technically have a boyfriend and this is something I need to think through.

. he laughed and agreed.. but then he asked something that made me question his intentions. He told me to be safe and asked me to start sharing locations with him. I don’t even share locations with my own mother so i obviously denied it and started walking out. As I started leaving all I could feel was his gaze as I walked past his bed to the exit.. when I opened the door he asked when we can do this again and I said I’ll let him know and proceeded to leave his house .

As I walked past his window i literally locked eyes with tom with such a weird expression on his face.. not a smile but .. maybe a grin is the best way to describe it.

A couple weeks would past and , honestly Tom was acting pretty normal, a simple hi and bye as I left to and from home.. although.. I did see him out a tad bit more, but more so stores and things like that like at Walmart or target.

Things began to look a bit better between me and my bf honestly, he apologized and we started going out more and spending more time which is all I asked for… often times tom would see me with my boyfriend and I noticed he wouldn’t wave just glance occasionally at me while I was with him.

A couple weeks would go by and this is when things started to get weird . Remember I said I’d see tom occasionally more often …well now the occasionally more often turned into damn near every where I went.. clubs.. dates.. even at my fucking job id see tom walking around somewhere acting like he had business always being where I was.

Where I drew the line was one day.. as I was leaving the bathroom at a target, I turned the corner and Tom’s head was peaking from behind the corner of the men’s bathroom as it was right across from the woman’s . I yelled his name and he didn’t respond and acted like I didn’t see him.

I started to dread everything going on in life but I couldn’t tell my bf or dad cause I knew I’d be judged and left alone. I felt trapped. And when I didn’t think things could get any worse I got a phone call… from Zack.. sounding historical.. at first I couldn’t make out why he was yelling and calling me all types of names but after understanding what he was mad over.. he told me he had received a picture from a random number . The pic was of me sleeping on a man with his head cut out of the pic.. but i instantly knew that this was Tom’s doing . I couldn’t help but just endure everything Zack said for the time being to which he eventually hung up. Almost immediately after I heard something fall in my garage.

I didn’t think too much of it until I heard frantic footsteps running outside. I went downstairs to go check what made the noise and immediately I noticed something propping the garage door open just barely.. a brick . I was confused bc I didn’t recall the last time I’ve even used a brick let alone prop my door open

. I started to put 2amd 2 together for the worst case scenario and initially I didn’t see anything wrong in the garage, until I started examining my car.. I

noticed a pair of plyers sitting right next to my back right tire, which immediately made me start examining each aspect of it.. until I started seeing some bent metal pieces on the inside of my tire , something was poking out of it.. I reached into it and after 10 mins.. I couldn’t believe what I pulled out.. it was an AirTag. I was so confused and scared I couldn’t even think. Someone had been stalking me, and I’m sure ik who it was. Now my fears turnt into rage with knowing tom was sabotaging my life i grabbed the AirTag and I stormed to his house.

Upon arriving I noticed his car was gone.. but his blinds had small cracks in them all of which were angled at my house. As well as seeing out I could also slightly see inside his house, I felt my heart drop bc as I peeped inside his window.. I could make out seeing a barrage of pics of me standing outside of various places. The same places I would always see tom at continently. I immediately ran back to my house feeling nauseous.

I put the AirTag in an envelope and took it straight to police 5 days ago as they investigate it.

Fast forward to about 2 days ago while still still having the paranoia of tom, it was troubling for me sleep some nights but ultimately this is why I’m telling this story .

I was in my room watching cartoons and I heard my stairs making ever so slightly creeping noises. I paused the tv and so did the steps.i unpaused it and I heard more creeping.. I was sure I locked all the doors so the only people able to get in my house were my mom and dad who would usually pop up unannounced but something about this didn’t seem right.. i

crept to the stairs and right before i turned the corner of the stairs , i called out my dad’s name for reassurance. but what I heard in response and what i seen still creeps me out as I type .. in response to me calling out to hear my dads voice i looked down the stairs and at the middle of the staircase with a camera in hand
It was tom . He replied
“hey its me I was just checking on you”

I yelled Tom wtf are you doing how did u get in.

And as if he didn’t even hear me

He said “ I’ll see you tomorrow “

And turned around and ran out. I wasn’t able to get a pic because I was frozen in fear,, but I called the police they arrived 10 minsater. They searched the house and couldn’t find anything. They told me their still doing there investigation and have no evidence of him breaking in. It’s only been a couple days but I know something else will happen so let this be my word if anything is to happen to me. You know who it was

When I was about 12 years old, me and my bestie went for a walk at about 7-8 p.m. It wasn't something special for us, cause we liked to walk in the evening. It was dark.

There were very few streetlights in the area where we lived, so we walked in total darkness. When we reached the skating rink, which was flooded in winter, we saw a black car. I think it was an SUV. A man with a beard was sitting in it, watching us. Wherever we went, he was watching.

We felt uneasy, so we decided to go somewhere else, but... The man got out of the car and was talking on the phone with someone, supposedly casually approaching us closer and closer. We got scared and walked briskly in the other direction. The man glanced at us, and then returned to the car.

After walking a little bit, so as to disappear from his field of vision, we ran. I've never run as fast as I did then. And the car was following us. We hid in a dark park behind bushes, waited a bit and left, remembering this incident for the rest of our lives.

Back in 2016 when Pokémon go was a thing, my friends and I were driving around & there was a poke stop at one of our cemeteries. It’s nighttime at this time, and as we get halfway through it, we notice that there’s something on fire and there’s probably 10-15 people there sitting watching it and then, this man in a suit comes out of nowhere running up to the car yelling at us and telling us we needed to get out of there immediately.

This has stuck with me since then. I still wonder what they could’ve been burning and why they wanted no one to see it. 😂 I may just be naive but we all thought it was super weird.

This all happend last night on 25 of October. I had just finished watching a movie with my family, and we me and my sister were gonna go to bed. So we tucked ourselves in and said goodnight to our parents.

I looked at my ceiling and closed my eyes, hoping to just fall asleep because I was so tired from sports that happend that day. But then, I heard screaming coming from the window at the end of my bed. Not a kid scream, not a argumentive scream. It sounded like a grown woman screaming her lungs out.

I sat there in my bed, horrified. I heard this 3 or 4 more times, before calling my mom into the room. As she walked down the hall, I stared out the window, looking around trying to find the source. My mom got to the room and looked out the window with me. Then we saw our neighbors looking out the window too, like they might have a heard it aswell.

My mom thought it was just an argument taking place or a movie that someone was watching with there windows open. She also said It might be coming from our neighbors, but It sounded like it was far away. I refused to believe that, but I was still scared. My mom then left the room, thinking there was nothing to worry about.

So I sat there in my room staring out the window, waiting for another scream, but nothing happend. Maybe unrelated but, after that I heard lots of dogs barking, like 3 of them. I dont know if it was just plain barking or it was at something. I sat back down and rested in my bed for a while. Nothing, no screams, no nothing. I turned over and closed my eyes, trying not to think about what just happened.

Well, thats it, thats my story. I still dont really know what was taking place that night but, if anyone has any questions, I will try to answer every one truthfully.

I’ve always experienced scary or just unexplained things happening. The very first thing I ever remember happening…I was 5 years old and I had never met my great grandmother. She passed before I was born. My mom was showing me some old family pictures and we came across one it was her grandmother. I told I met her. My mom was confused because she died years before I was born. Only this was the same woman that was in my dreams. I never knew who she was until she showed me pictures of her. I still think about that to this day and she hasn’t been back in my dreams since I was 5 and I wonder if she’ll ever come back again. I have a TikTok where I share my own scary stories and I’d love to share others too…if you share yours I’d love to share it with others on there as well.

It was the end of the school year 1980. After that weekend, there were only 3 days of school left till summer vacation. My brothers and I had spent the last few weeks making our new barn into our own playhouse. We had a ping-pong and pool table set up, as well as a room with a card table and dart board.

My friend was staying overnight with me that night to have fun in the new playhouse. Our plan was to stay up all night going back and forth between games and activities. It was around midnight and we were playing cards at the card table and talking about anything and everything when out of nowhere, we hear banging on the wall beside us. We both looked over to the source at the same time.

There was a door to the outside that was opening about 3 to 4 inches and slamming over and over. It was loud and kept going for almost a minute. When it stopped, my friend and I looked at each other with a look of terror on our faces. We got up and ran for the door like it was a race to see who could get out of there the fastest.

We went into the house to find that everyone was sitting in the living room watching Saturday night live. My mom and stepdad swore that no one had gone outside. I was trying to debunk what had just happened as a prank by one of my brothers. When that didn't work out, I grabbed a flashlight and we went back out to see what was outside the door.

I thought we might find tracks or some evidence that someone was out there. When we got to the outside of the door, we noticed a concrete post leaning against it holding it shut. I had forgotten about that at the time. It wasn't possible for that door to be opened more than an inch. My heart pounded in my chest after seeing this and realizing it couldn't have been done by someone outside pranking us. My friend and I both ran back to the house as fast as we could and he called his mom to come pick him up. He was too scared to stay the rest of the night.

That barn was the most terrifying and active place I ever experienced in my life. One of my older brother's friends was hit on the side of his head by a brick that flew out of nowhere at one of his barn parties. Fortunately the guy was not seriously injured but he never came back to one of my brother's barn parties after that. Until this experience, I used to go out to the barn just to escape the terrifying activity in the house. This particular event of the door slamming was truly scary, but the absolute most terrifying event that ever happened to me in my life was in that barn and I will post that story another time.

I don’t really know much about ghosts so if someone can tell me what I may have interacted with, I’ll also reply to questions to help people who might know what type of ghost it was

This story takes place a few months ago, basically im part of a stage production crew in my school, stage crew.

After a particularly slow day the guy who runs the crew brought us to the school crawl space, this might sound weird at first but this isn’t out of the ordinary sometimes during a slow day he’d take us to some of the out of bounds area for students like the old storage room, the pe supply room etc.

So when we got to the entrance to the crawl space I looked at my friend and he said “there is no way I am doing this” and I did convince him to come, I’d like to think I have a high tolerance for scary stuff where he doesn’t but after a bit of reassurance he came in with the rest of us.

Eventually there was only a few of us left and I was ahead of the group by about three rooms (each of the rooms we’re roughly 15 feet long, no lighting, piping, no hatches either you’d just have to crawl through a frame)

Something i noticed was there was a lot of old copybooks there which the school was maybe storing I don’t know? But eventually the next room over I see a single copy book which was probably a diary.

Anyways, I read a few of the pages and it was actually pretty depressing a student was talking about how his dad was abusing him and I skipped maybe like 20 pages and it then became like really disgusting and grotesque stuff about how he was gonna k his dad in his sleep. Accompanied with some drawings. The abuse clearly got to him and he suffered some mental breakdown which resulted in him going through that.

That kinda scared me so I threw the copy and just as I was in the middle of crawling out of the frame something grabbed my ankle and my leg got pulled out straight, not like dragged or anything like that my leg just got extended. I crawled all the way out which was like 7 rooms and I then accounted it to my friend and teacher, then I recorded it on my phone.