14 People Described Something That Happened To Them That They Still Can’t Explain, And Their Stories Are CREEPY

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I used to live at my aunt’s house. Scary house, creaked a lot. I used to joke that it was haunted and whatnot. Now, i am a very rational human being, i like to think so at least. It was final’s week at school and i had been studying all night at a friend’s house, i was extremely tired. When i got to my aunt’s i realized i had left my keys at my friend’s house, but no matter, it was only a few hours until morning anyways, i would sit down on the back and chill until my uncle came out for his daily walk. I sat down on a couch on the back porch and just kind of laid back. There was only a single light on and it was almost directly over me. i wasn’t really sleepy (at this point, i hadn’t been sleeping well for a few weeks, so i’ll give it that) but i looked directly at the light and must have dozed of, i woke up when the sun was almost crowning over the horizon, the light was flickering, but it was a weird flickering, it was…. smooth, i guess? it wasn’t shutting on and off as much as it was kind of dimming, ever so smoothly. Then, i felt this… thing, almost like what molly is described as (that rush of energy on the back of your spine) going back and forth, up and down my spine. It felt weird, i was scared, but mostly, and this is very important to me, i was awake. I felt the need to look up, back at this light and when i did, i heard a voice. But i didn’t really hear it, it was inside my mind, kind of, it wasn’t audible. (i know, i know). All it said was, soft and sure, i can still feel the words to this day: “It’s time you knew we were here”. The rush of energy left me, the light dimmed away and a few seconds later my uncle opened the door and happily asked me what i was doing awake so early. I don’t even know.

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