I’ll never forget the night in boot camp when another recruit walked in asking for help and saying there had been an accident, at that time we were instructed to never leave our post so I called the officer on duty that night who came down ready to smoke us for a prank until we described the recruit in as much detail as we could. Turns out that same recruit had been seen multiple times and the advice we were given was to never, ever talk about it again and to ignore the recruit if they ever came back because that recruit slipped on the stairs and died years prior due to a broken neck after falling down the stairwell. I unfortunately forgot that advice and got the boot under a mental health separation after mentioning seeing the recruit again and asking others if they had seen it too, they basically accused me of either having a psychotic break in training or having been previously diagnosed and hidden that from the recruiters.
Your narration is so professional. You read other peoples' accounts as if you're telling your own stories from your head, not reading. You could easily make money reading audiobooks.
Holy crap. When you were explaining the story of the child talking to someone that the parent couldn’t see, I remembered a story my mother had told about me when I was younger. My mother had been making food in the kitchen when she heard me speaking to someone in the room. She asked me who I was taking to and I explained that I was talking to grumpy (my grandpa who died a few days after I was born) she was shocked and stopped cooking, picked me up and took me to a photo book where I then pointed out every single picture of my grandpa. My mom began crying. I was probably around 3 or 4 maybe, I’m not sure. Just reminded me of that story.
It looks like the video is not available anymore, but the original video of the little girl can still be found by searching for "4 yr old hears dead people" by a woman name "Jaime Primak Sullivan". I could hear the same voices that the little girl heard in the video as clear as day. Some call it EVPs, but in reality, its just a voice that is recorded. Its just a voice recorded by an audio device on the video camera and nothing special. It's way more common than most people know.
I had a similar occurance. I was 4 and my younest brother was just born. My parents wanted to name him Xavior, could have been dope, but i turned to them and said "no, the man said his name is (what it is now)." They just kinda went with it, his brother named him, "how can we go back on that" kind of thing. Then we move and we start hanging photos, and i pull this portait out and go to my parents and say, "this is the man who told me my brothers name." It was my moms grandpa.
That's something else..wow.. I remember my mom saying after she had me, I was in bed where she slept as a baby while she heated my bottle only to come into the bedroom to see me still asleep and gently floating to the floor and then was SCOOTED gently under the bed by someone or something unseen. She dropped the bottle which woke me up under the bed and of course I started crying cause it scared me according to her when she dropped the bottle. She said I was asleep until then and now thinks it might have been a past relative teasing her by playing with me. Still gives me the heebee jeebies to this day.
That first story had all the signs of demonic influence. The angry, hateful magic practitioner. The filthy room and negative aura in the air. That guy brought demons with him and probably dropped some off before leaving.
Probably left a rift open or something, the presence doesn't seem to be continuously active. It's almost like something moves through it from time to time. The foul "dog shit and plastic" smell is basically how burning sulfur smells if you are not used to it.
so what i can tell i think the duty station was jber all of the illustration's look like it and the doors match what we had up there. the second thing that makes me think that is I had similar occurrences in my barracks. me and my roommate at the time would leave for the duty day and would come back to lights being on or our Xbox would be on just stuff like that. now here comes the interesting part one morning i went to the common room (where our kitchen and way to the bathroom is.) without my shirt one and my roommate saw scratches on my back and they where not like scratches from nails but from more like an animal. we have no explanation for the scratches you cant have any animals in the barracks and I haven't had any interactions with animals. two more things one my roommate took photos of the scratches so if i can figure out how to get them and post them i will. and the other thing is my roommate and his friend would often go visit haunted areas around Alaska haunted hotels that kind of thing i have another stories involving one such encounter but that is a diffrent stories for a different time.
I was stationed in Okinawa for three and a half years. Okinawa is a beautiful island with beautiful people and culture, but it saw some of the worst atrocities of the War in the Pacific in WWII, and as a result it's believed by a lot of people that the island is haunted. The first base I was on, Camp Foster, used to be host to local farms and apparently had some of the most fertile soil on the island. About 100 yards down the road from my barracks in a small patch of jungle there was a grave of what I think was a historical Okinawan figure thats access was blocked off, no Marines were allowed to go to it. A small shrine at a spring which was the water source for a small river was situated right next to my barracks, and supposedly a local Buddhist monk came on base to that shrine and the grave once a year to bless them, but I never saw anyone do that. That being said, a lot of the Marines who lived in that barracks would tell stories of seeing weird things in their rooms at night. Some people said their trash cans would just randomly shake for a second, some said they could swear they could see someone out of the corner of their eye but when they turned their head there was nothing there. Others claimed to hear voices of what sounded like little girls talking in an unknown language and patters of little feet. One Marine looked out his window one night during a thunderstorm and claimed he saw a silhouette of a woman with long hair and tattered clothes standing on top of the smoke pit roof, and another claimed outright to see a small blue creature with a pointed nose and long red hair sitting in the bathtub of his bathroom. I had definitely heard my trash can randomly and violently shake one night and it scared the absolute crap out of me, especially considering I didn't have a roommate. I investigated, didn't see anything out of the ordinary and thought maybe it was just a dream had woken me up, so I said a quick prayer and went back to bed. The next night I couldn't sleep, I turned over in bed from facing the wall and in the corner of the room I saw what looked like a shadowy black figure floating off the floor, and floating above that what looked like a misty white colored head with no facial features. I turned on the lamp and it was gone. "Oh good, just my mind playing tricks" I told myself, but when I turned the lamp off it was back. Needless to say I slept with the lights on that night. Halfway through my time there I was moved to MCAS Futenma and I never saw anything in the barracks again, and I don't remember hearing stories from anyone else there either. Really makes me wonder about that shrine and grave on Foster...
I visited Okinawa often with my squadron while in the navy. I had a handful of friends go with me. We all experienced strange things at night. Along with horrible dreams. Sleep paralysis was a big one. It was horrible. Only after we all prayed about it did it stop.
I was stationed at kadena from 2012 to 2015. Yes, the entire island is haunted. I talked to people at work that would hear and see things in our shop all the time. I was a jet engine mechanic and at test cell where they would test engines after they were built the guys that worked there every so often would hear blood curdling screams of little girls down the test cell tube where the flame from the afterburner of the engine would shoot down during testing. One dude in my shop told me him and another guy were the only ones in our shop around midnight in our tool room and would hear banging sounds and stuff was being thrown around like someone was working in the back of the room and they would walk back there to see who was there and their would be nobody. Alot of people were obviously into JDM cars and would go out driving around in groups. I was told a story by a guy in my shop that they were driving on some back roads and everybodies dash lights and head lights all started flickering at the same time. They pulled over at a gas station and one of them had small hand prints all over his car. Also knew a guy in my shop who slept in his buddies room for a week because he said their was an evil presence attacking him in his room at night. Iv seen a bright, reddish orange basket ball size orb floating around while walking done the side walk at night on base. It absolutely had some form of intelligence and hadnt noticed me until i shouted at it. When it did, it was like i could tell in a psychic way it was like somebody looking over their shoulder and realizing holy crap somebody has spotted me and for whatever reason i ran after it about 25ft away from me and it zipped off at a very high speed. I also had 3 to 4 golf ball size orbs float past my face while siting out side my ex's apart smoking a cigarette in the stairwell and watched them float thru the door into the apartment. I had also been attacked in my sleep twice by an evil force while at my ex's apartment. One of the two times, around 7 in the morning we both were attacked in our sleep at the sametime and both woke up out of it simultaneously. We got up and left for the rest of the day. Its an extremely horrible feeling, as if your life force energy is being sucked out of you and your soul. One day while using her bathroom, i found an unusual book on the floor. I opened it up and it was in japanese but i saw occult symbols on the pages with drops of blood on some of them. I walked into her bedroom holding up the book and said really, WTF are you doing? When i saw that book, then it all made sense with what was going on in the apartment. I still stayed with her because i was a moron in my mid twenties but definitely broke up after i left okinawa. She was crazy, her life was a mess and almost dragged me down with her. If a girl is dabbling in that shit, leave her immediately lol. But i will say this, the paranormal is absolutely real. Light and dark forces exist, God or the creator of all things or as i like to refer to it, the great spirit is real. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
I was stationed on Okinawa for three years with my then 4 year old daughter. We lived in the high rise military housing on camp kinser. One day, taking the elevator from our 7th floor, my daughter yells, mom, a half man. She started crying, pointing in the corner of the elevator. I calmed her down and we got off. I didn't see anything. A few days later, we call the elevator, and when it opens, I see as clear as day a half torso of a Japanese man standing in the corner. I freak out and freeze. Yeah, big brave, Marine. Lol It didn't seem to acknowledge us. It faded out. We saw him on several occasions thru my tour. Needless to say, my daughter and I believe in ghosts after that. Okinawa was a haunted, weird place. I heard lots of stories from fellow Marines.
My dad was stationed in Okinawa from the late 1980s to the mid-90s. We lived in the tower apartments at Camp Courtney, and even then, as a kid, I remember hearing stories about how haunted the island was.
I've never served in the military, but I can agree with the first story. The FBI is rumoured to have a file of ppl whose been kicked out of the military..bc theyre sometimes trained, very miitant, usually odd and bitter. Also, that bit about children being sensitive reminded me of a story I read. A family moved into an old apartment and from the first night, their little son woud wake up at night SCREAMING, and of course the parents woud run in and ask what was wrong, and it was always the same thing: he said a man was in his room, coming toward him. The parents asked what he looked like and he said he said he only had 'half a face'. One night the kids screaming was so bad that the elderly lady who lived downstairs came up and knocked. The parents anticipated a complaint and apologized but the old woman explained that she knew why the boy was screaming, the man who'd lived there before slept in that boys room and had committed suicide with a shotgun in there. The parents decided to move out, and as the mother was deep cleaning, she found human teeth stuck in the crack of the floor in the closet and corners. Another similar story was nearly identical, but a kid said a 'dead lady' was coming out his fireplace everynight. (The fireplace had long been sealed). When it got too bad, the mother investigated and learned that a decade before, the house was abandoned and had been used as a 'trap house' for drug addicts, etc (it was in NYC) and that at some point, a prostitute had been killed and her body stuffed in the fireplace in what would be the kids room.
Thank you for sharing! Do you have an opinion on cases like the ones you mention as to whether the aberrations people interact with are residual energies or actual intelligent beings?
@@AverageAmericanYoure welcome! Personally, I think they can be both, but I think it's FAR more often the case that theyre intelligent. One case that comes to mind is the home the singer Ricky Nelson used to live in. It was formerly owned by Errol Flynn who by most accounts was a TERRIBLE human being. When Nelson and his family moved in the early 80's, they said activity started immediately. They'd at first just see shadows in doorways and heard footsteps. One night they were awakened by the sound of Rickys office being destroyed. They ran in the room and the sound stopped but everything was trashed, guitars broken, gold albums out of their frames and snapped, glass broken,.etc. Another time, his teenaged daughter (around whom most of the activity centered itself) was walking down the stairs, and heard a mans voice laugh then felt two hands push her down the stairs. At one time she felt she was being choked and a third she was in the bath and felt someone trying to hold her head underwater. (During his life, it's said Flynn was a sadist who had a penchant for torturing teenaged girls). The weirdest part is, one night, she awoke to the sounds of a party going on, and as she went downstairs, from the door she could see shadows of ppl moving, and hear the music and conversation. At the bottom of the stairs and in the doorway of the 'party room, stood a solid 3D apparition of Errol Flynn. She said he stared at her with pure evil and hatred in his eyes, then said "Happy New Year" and started laughing. She wondered why he'd said 'Happy New Year' as it was in the summer. The following New Years Day, 1985, her father was killed in an airplane crash.
@@JackBarrett7 Jeez, that sure is something. Kinda makes me wonder if it'd be possible to "charge" certain items or locations with that kind of "energy" to be used for research purposes, like in Area 51 or something like that
@@biggusdickus8992 Idk, there are supposed to be 'cursed' objects, but having faith trumps all that, so it may work for non-Christian/atheist 'enemies'? You should look up the story of the Haditha Dam in Iraq. The Iraqi government built a prison at that dam bc ppl are too scared to even walk around the area around it..bc of a local legend of a 'demon' down there. When the U.S. invaded, they took over the prison, and held POWs there, and no one, American or Iraqi, will go too far down into the dam, because they swear theres something indescribably menacing down there. In the Bible, Revelation 9:14 says "“Release the four angels who are bound at the great river Euphrates.”. Euphrates is the river the dam is on.
Lucid dreams, oh boy, they can become extremely terrifying, to the point that you swear it’s actually happening. I live about 65 miles north of San Francisco in a small quiet town. I was having these dreams where I’m outside looking south and see a mushroom cloud rising from San Francisco, everyone around me just stands there, like they’re in shock and petrified. I’m yelling to get to cover but as soon as they hear me, they go back to walking around and carrying on,then comes rush of hot air with a heavy chemical smell and my eyes are burning and I’m gasping for air. The people around me at this point have lost the will to even stand, they lay there twitching. It seems so real that I wake up with a chemical smell still in my nostrils for a few seconds. It’s happened numerous times and just terrifying.
@@jennatolls9846 I don't think China would be nice enough to do us that favor. Leaving SF, and all of California for that matter, untouched would do way more damage to America in the long run than nuking it ever could.
I remember early in my career, staying in some old barracks at Fort Sill, we had a bit of an incident that everyone on my floor heard. I was in my room with three soldiers, one was playing games on his phone, another had already racked out for the night, and I was reading on my Kindle. Me and the Corporal heard someone bang on a door down the hallway, it sounded like one of the rooms right near the stairwell. He and I ignored it, figuring someone was horsing around, as soldiers do. Then we heard another door got banged on, closer to us, and another and another, going down the line, till it hit our door. So the Corporal pokes his head out and shouts, "Yo, cut that shit out, people are trying to sleep here," and he closed the door. A few minutes later, it started up again, now on the opposite side of the hallway. Suffice to say the Corporal was PISSED. So he stepped out of the room, and I was close behind him. Everyone was out of their rooms looking around, everyone asking some variation of "what the hell is going on." After a few seconds, we heard a door get thumped from around the corner, and two guys went sprinting down the hall and around the corner. They came back a minute or so later and looked confused. They said they didn't see anyone, and the door to the balcony at the end of the hallway was locked. So, one by one, everyone started going back into our rooms, and the rest of the night was quiet. I told my Sergeant about it in the morning, in passing, and she just shrugged and said, "Yeah, weird shit like that happens around here," and never said anything else about it again.
@@christaylor4477 Dear god, how can something like that even happen? Did the guy survive? I can't imagine how bad it must have been. A 5.56mm round can be devastating at certain ranges because it enters the body and then just carves you up inside. I don't even want a description of what a .50 BMG round will do to a human torso at half a MILE away...
@CaptinLongdong1 it's not just the barracks either. I've heard stories from other guys in the unit about seeing "apparitions" and "anomalies" on night vision and thermal out on the training ranges, and one guy swore up and down he saw an Indian brave on a horse one night while doing some training out at the Liberty City Complex. The incidents at the barracks are the only ones I was present for and will vouch for
I was stationed in Okinawa (army) in the 90's and the barracks that we lived in, at our base near Kadena AFB, had constant reports of guys seeing ghosts in the barracks and they were always japanese soldiers. I'm assuming because the barracks were built on an area where alot of them had died (The Battle of Okinawa was one of the bloodiest battles in the Pacific in WW2). One guy even said he had awaoken to find a japanese soldier holding him down to his bed, not attacking him or anything but just holding him down.
Honestly, the reptile guy in the corner, despite LOOKING terrifying, seemed like a pleasant enough guy. Told you his name, where he was from, and what he was up to. And then told you you should wake up. And then left when you did. Idk doesn’t seem like a soul devourer to me. Seems like just a chill dream explorer. “Hey man, just checking shit out don’t mind me.” It’s almost funny if it didn’t look like a crocodile in a gown.
You know I thought the same, He seem rather polite. Well, things not from here are not gonna look human so we shouldn't judge as fast. In Animism we know there are many kind of spirits most are neutral some purely good some purely bad. We know by unknown circumtances that sometimes they cross over. A famous example in Native American lore Big Foot is not a physical creature but a Spirit guardian of the forest, the monkey thing is the shape it takes.
Am i the only one that feels like wartime stories kinda copied bedtime stories, with the exact same format,(narrarating a paranormal/scary story a visual is on the screen for about 1min depicting a scene just narrarated about n so forth) along with the exact same black n white animations or hand drawings in pencil or some kind of charcoal? Idk maybe he asked for permission
@@chelseapeters7187 considering that they both feature each other's channel on their page, I don't think they are in any bad relation. In fact I think bedtimes promoted wartime at some point in the past
I can remember half waking up one night having a weird feeling of being watched. Any parent knows the feeling, waking up and having your kid standing there staring at you. Anyways, groggily scanned the room from left to right, didn't see anything. But then picked up a shape that didn't belong, in my peripheral vision, and scan back to it. I'm starting to wake up more, my eyes can focus better, and I stare at this shape. As my brain starts to wake up and make sense of the information my eyeballs was sending it, I realize I'm looking at some kind of reptilian humanoid hunched down in the corner of my bedroom. I recognize that it knows the jig is up, and in a split second it lunged on top of me and with one clean swipe, tore my throat out with it's sharp claws. I sat bolt upright, screaming, flailing, and fighting something that wasn't there. Wife wakes up with no idea what in the hell is going on, I spring out of bed, kick light on, and proceed to tear the room apart, making sure we are alone. I tell her it must have been a really realistic dream, turn the light back out, and take myself to the bathroom. Splash water in my face, check my neck, and wonder how my subconscious had figured out what having your throat torn out would feel like.
That is one frightening and disturbing experience. Sounds very similar my sleep paralysis experiences and what others have described. Except the phantom is never able to hurt me in any way and never really gets any closer to me. Somehow I've always been able to fight to regain control and will it away.
@@agavebob3462 Dunno. I dreamt once I was shot and died. All I felt in my dream is like a punch, I couldn't take a breath, then I was dead and having an out of body experience. Most people who have survived a bullet wound talk about the pain and shock. I didn't feel either. So ...
I went to a military college, then became a historian and worked at a few military or battlefield museums. You should hear some of the stories of things that happen in the collections area (with all of the artifacts not on display). Being surrounded by weapons that have killed, uniforms or items that people died with and surgical instruments that preformed multiple amputations leads to creepy as shit "events" that you can't quite explain.
The most bizarre and nothing comes close to it experience I've ever felt from an object was when I visited the Imperial War Museum in London. They had a table on display that isn't always there, at the time it went from exhibit to exhibit not sure if it still does. Anyway I've always had a fascination with WW2 hence going there, the table was an added bonus as I had no idea it would be there. When I walked into the room it was in I felt completely Numb, I walked up to it and instantly felt dread, a real uneasy feeling like just looking at the table and being there that I wasn't welcome and what I was doing was wrong. I felt a mix of sorrow and fear. I got goosebumps and could feel the hairs on my neck stand up. I honestly didn't think for one moment that a table could be so powerful. But, given its history and just how dark that history is really keeps you on edge. It was the table Joseph Mengele aka the Angel of Death did his experiments on all of those poor souls who were forced into Auschwitz-Birkenau. Truly horrific, still to this day I've never had the same feeling and reaction to an object. There is something about being around something that has dark history, like being used to kill a human or harm someone that gives off the weird sensations and vibes.
Ephesians 6:12 “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” Ephesians 5:11 “And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.”
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I once as a teenager also had a loop-dream, where I would wake up in a very convincing "reality" and got up to get breakfast, just to suddenly wake up again in my bed. And it happened like 4-5 times in a row, before I actually woke up. I still remember how it took me a while to get over that creepy feeling, where I still questioned my reality and sanity. Since then I've had plenty of sleep paralysis and horrible lucid dreams, related to stress and poor mental health.
I've only ever had sleep paralysis once, and I'll be honest, it was ... One of the most terrifying things I've experienced. Because, like, you can still move your eyes, usually, right? .. Yeah well, I couldn't. And I was faced directly towards the far end of my room, and that led to some ... Real creepy shit
I was stationed in Germany in the late 90s as an MP at an old WWII German Luftwaffe base, which was later used as a POW camp when the US Army took it over. I had many paranormal experiences there. Some of the buildings were so notoriously haunted that the local German employees wouldn't go near them after dark.
As scary as Tripps’ stories are, I find it pretty funny that the DOOM 2016 poster came along with both the stories. I’m just imagining him going, “Yeah, that alternate dimension monster thing I had a nightmare about and then all my lights turned on when I got out of bed? Yeah, fuck that, but I gotta get my DOOM poster!”
I remember feeling the presence of God and old Marines in th church at Camp Pendleton. Outside was freezing cold but inside was filled with warmth, comfort, joy, love, peace, and strength.
In the past I've had lucid dream experiences and when you realize you are in "dreamland" and know you are 100% in control, there really is nothing you can't do. Because most of the dreams I took control of started out rather terrifying, that was until I realized I was in dreamland, then suddenly I was rampaging and laying waste to the previously terrorizing things in my dreams. It was a very exhilarating and powerful experience. I always enjoy your content and enjoyed your guest also! 👍 Edit add on: subbed to Trip, I hope he does well and enjoys himself. 👍
I have also had a very similar lucid dream. I was being chased down a dark ally by a bully, I think the fear helped me think about what is really happening. The first thing I thought was to fly away and I did It felt amazing to watch him not be able to do anything, and then I just flew around this city that I can still remember but have never seen In real life. maybe one day that would be freaky
More than once I thought I woke up from my dream only to realize I was not awake but in another dream, those are really freaky. I also had times where I some how realized I was in a dream and was able to somewhat control things. When I am in a really bad dream and I can't get out I say "Jesus help me" and that always gets me out of the dream, sometimes I can hardly speak it in my dream like I am so scared or can't talk.
@@buckjones4901 I get ya. When I wake "into" a dream it always freaks me out because I think I won't ever stop waking up in dreamland. "Jesus help me" is actually a really good dream realization phrase to use. I've seen atheist say, Jesus help me and God help me when the chips were down, very instinctual. Yep on the can't make a sound also. It's the maximum definition of tight throat. Open mouth, no sound comes out no matter the strain.
@@harleyxbox You likely have good survival instincts. If fear makes you search, realize and come up with a solution that fits the situation. That's a good thing. 👍
The nightmare creature that Tripp describes during his sleep paralysis reminds me of a night terror I had a couple months back. I remember it as being a robed, similarly gaunt creature with a deformed head, hovering in the corner of the room with a needle and thread and I had the sense somehow that what it was weaving was a feeling of pure dread. Hissed at me, too. I hated the way I felt that whole day.
Sounds like you and Tripp had an encounter with a Nightmare fiend. Terrifying creatures, but usually don’t do much harm. They just have a horrible presence.
My mother told me something that happened back around Jan- Feb 1962, there are two parts to it. My mother gave birth to her first son( Tommy D) in November 1961. Mom had the crib in their room and mom slept on the side of the bed closest to the crib. She said she was laying there awake one night when she heard the front door open and close. Dad was beside her and no one else was in the house. She said she heard footsteps through the living room, down the hall and a figure enter their room, but no a solid figure in a manner of speaking. The figure stopped at the foot of the crib and stared at Tommy D. The figure then walked to the foot of the bed and stood at mom's feet just looking at her. Mom tried tapping dad but could not move. After a few minutes the figure walked out of the room, back to the front door, heard it open then close. Mom was then able to wake dad up who searched the house and found the front door locked and no prints in the tracks. The second thing happened in June 1962. Mom and dad and brother above went to visit family about 30 miles away. At the time mom and dad had a golden retriever ( Candy) in the backyard. Coming back later that night they were involved in a car accident where a woman rear ended them so hard she pushed them across 2 lanes of state highway 421 in Indiana and into a tree. Dad was uninjured but mom suffered from broken wrist and broken ribs. Tommy D suffered severe fatal head injury that left the doctors helpless and took him 30 minutes to pass. Mom never left his side and refused all medical care until after Tommy had passed. After mom was released from the hospital her and dad went home very late at night. The next day the neighbor woman did not know about the accident and was talking to mom. The woman told mom that shortly after they left to visit family Candy started howling non stop keeping them awake, Candy never barked or howled. She then told mom that as suddenly as Candy started howling, she stopped. Mom asked her what time Candy stopped howling and the woman told mom the time. Candy stopped howling at Tommy's listed time of death and never howled again. Mom always thought the 2 were related, the first maybe being some kind of warning about what would happen in June 1962. Mom passed away from cancer in 2014 and dad was killed in a car accident. They had been divorced for decades and dad had remarried. Well dad was in Florida driving West on a 4 lane when he came to a North/South 4 lane state highway. His wife was in the passenger seat of their Cadillac. Dad pulled out in front of a full size Dodge Ram pickup which hit in the driver side door. Dad was killed on the spot. The odd thing? His wife suffered the same exact injuries as mom did in June 1962.
That, or because of the state they are in, able to see the entity most cannot. These encounters are quite... The interesting ones. Like damn @@thatoneguy9666
People who genuinely follow Jesus, and trust and love him, can easily tell such a thing to go. Perhaps you should find some genuine believers and ask them about this.
The scariest thing I ever saw in the barracks was our senior drill instructor waking me up and telling me to get under the covers. I thought I'd be smart and sleep on top so that all I'd have to do in the morning is straighten my already made rack. Imagine sleeping along when you feel someone shake you out of sleep and when you open your eyes, your staring into the face of a 6' 6" dark green giant wearing a Smokey the Bear cover glaring at you. I swear, Gunny Nelson looked just like Smokey the Bear, only mean. That mans' arms were as big as my legs.
Haha my friend used the same trick during boot camp except he slept on the floor to keep his bed perfect for when the drill sergeant would come in and measure the bed with a ruler. Of course the drill sergeant eventually just said the bed was uneven anyway and ripped off the covers lol
The curse is all ghosts and strange phenomena. I stayed for 45 days in it. I saw strange events from waking up at the end of the night. I wake up and find no one to sleep paralysis. I saw a figure wearing a dark military uniform. When I woke up one of the times at two o’clock, then he disappeared. He was shaking the bed. I thought he was the officer and my friend with me, not phantoms. I realized after a few seconds that it was real
@@diogeneslantern18 😄 No, but when I got married, my wife informed me that my rifle wasn't welcome in the bed anymore. "Jane" stands guard beside the bed now. Just to be clear, my M-1 is Jane, not my wife.
That's the best description of lucid dreaming I've heard on here. The first time I had a lucid dream was because I simply read about it just like you. I suddenly just had a thought, "oh shit, I'm dreaming!" I looked around and was blown away at how real everything seemed as if it was real life. I knew I was dreaming, but there was a vividness to everything that made it seem real. So I tested the theory out by going over to a brick wall and punching it. The wall exploded like I was in some kind of anime. I was so astounded at what took place that the dream collapsed and I woke up. It was exactly as you described, everything started going grey, then black, then I woke up.
Haunted barracks rooms are way more prolific than civs would think. I went back and counted and I’ve heard of 7 strange encounters in barracks rooms, 5 of those being hauntings. It’s a strange phenomena.
Not as a Marine, But I did get that feeling about one of the rooms when I was in the Army. This was back in 2012. My unit at the time had it's barracks (which were brand new.)on West Ft. Hood. It wasn't the room, it was the common area. We had one of those barracks that were 2 Seperate Rooms, but you shared the kitchen and the bathroom. But I'd be in bed at night to wake up and I'd Sense something in that common area, I even sensed it when the other soldier went to his next unit, which left that room empty.
I would say it’s possibly either suicides or souls from people that have died soon after deployment or something from those specific barracks. Kinda similar to OP rock, restless souls that will always haunt those places.
In the American west in the 19th century, one of the worse places to be stationed in the army was the Arizona territory due to the unrelenting heat of summer. One day an old soldier passed away. The army gave him a full military honors funeral. Later that night the fire watch on duty in the barracks saw the man at his old bunk. The fire watch being a brave man approached the ghost and asked him why he came back. The ghost replied, I'll be gone in a moment. I just came back for my blankets; Hell is too cold. He then vanished.
It was pretty easy to get out of the Marine Corps when I was in boot camp (October 1985 - December 1985). All you had to do was report to the Senior D.I. and let him know you were done. They'd send you to the receiving barracks immediately and in a couple days you were on your way home. At the time there were plenty of volunteers and someone who's mind was elsewhere would be a danger, not only to himself but to others as well. It was more difficult once you were in the Fleet Marine Force obviously but not impossible. Again, the thinking was it was best for everyone if someone who wasn't able to continue to get them out BEFORE something bad happened. Thanks for another great video my friend and fellow Marine, Semper Fidelis! 0352, TOW anti-tank guided missile gunner, 1987 - 1993.
That was a good practice that should be followed today, we had a lot of quitters in our company back in 2017s, one of them tried to quit multiple times too and they just let these cowards stay in and convince them to stay in. And that's just quitters, there were a lot of people that had no business graduating too because of sheer incompetence.
@@MISTAKEWASMADE4live It's certainly not an experience for everyone. Our recruit platoon began with about 100 and we ended up graduating just under half. I was just out of highschool, single, no kids (as were the majority of us) so it was perfect for me. No distractions, no outside commitments, free to travel anywhere I was stationed. Thank you for your service and sacrifice my fellow Veteran and a happy belated Veterans Day to you, Semper Fidelis!
@@MISTAKEWASMADE4live you have no say to call anyone a quitter. you made it yes, so did i. the fact of the matter is you never know whats going on in someones life either. we are all humans, and not all of us think shit through.
I was in boot camp at PI from Oct 1988 to Jan 1989 and I remember one of our DIs sitting us down and giving us a talk about not committing suicide. He said the same thing, if you can't take it, say you are done and state you refuse to train. They'll give you a general discharge for "could not adapt to military life" and send you home.
This isn’t really related, but hearing these stories makes me feel closer to my lineage. I was adopted when I was an infant, and all I know is that my birth mother worked at a pet store, and my birth father was in the army around the time of late 90s early 2000s. Hearing stories about military horror somehow makes me feel connected. I’ve always loved horror and spooky tails, and the military always fascinated me because of what what little I know if my family tree. Thank you and please keep up the great work. It’s very appreciated.
I'll tell you listening to these stories is making me flash back to my days as a military wife. My husband would come home and tell me about guys like this and smoke pit conversations he heard. Although he was Navy and they would call them smoke decks. And I would also see first hand how sometimes the desperation of the recruiters led to people who honestly should not have been in military getting into the military. On our duty station, it was us wives who used to compare stories about things that would happen in our houses...even just your use of the word dirtbag is making me flash back, lol.
My favourite story comes from my time in the Australian Army. At one of the training facilities - I won't say which one, but other people who serve or who have served might know what I'm talking about - there's the story of Corporal Tommy. The story goes that if you sleep in one of the barracks on base, you might get a visit in the middle of the night from Corporal Tommy. He might just walk past your door, look in as if checking up on you or maybe just looking around out of interest, then walk off again. He might come and stand near your bed and stare down at you. Some people say they've tried to have a conversation with Corporal Tommy, because he looked so real that they assumed he was an actual soldier, only to have Tommy either stare silently at them and then walk off, or just disappear entirely. Now, me personally, I saw a Captain salute empty air one night and say, "thank you for your service, I hope you find peace and rest". It's possible that whoever this Captain was saluting was standing somewhere where I couldn't see them, maybe in a particularly dense batch of shadows or whatever, but people I've told this story to say that Corporal Tommy is known for saluting officers, as a Corporal would be expected to do, and sometimes the officer salutes back. Who knows? I don't believe Corporal Tommy is real, but I know enough people who will swear with their last breath that he's real and that they've seen and/or interacted with him. Just one of those things, I guess.
Kapooka? If so, I’ve heard a lot of privates laugh and joke about it for sure. It’s definitely not a coincidence though. Military and spooky experiences seem to go hand-in-hand.
Pooks, I’m not religious and surely think it’s just MSI’s taking the piss but have 100% gotten some bad vibes at Kapooka and at Wagga, never seen anything tho.
I was stationed at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa years ago. There are a lot of spooky stories about that base, to include the haunted house where a young Air Force officer offed his entire family and then himself. The house was converted to storage and reported to be extremely haunted. It was eventually demolished after years of rumors. I experienced some odd events at my own dorm building aka barracks across the chow hall. Even the office where I worked and the building next to it were reportedly haunted by shadow-like entities. Never saw them myself though.
Thats wild, I was army and was stationed at Torii Station not far from you guys at Kadena and we had numerous reports of guys seeing ghosts in the barracks. These were pretty badass guys that were shaken like little boys when seeing this stuff, and it was always dead japanese soldiers.
I went on multiple dets to Okinawa in the last 8 years. Me and a group of friends all had sleep paralysis and horrible dreams. Feeling like we weren’t alone at night. Until we all prayed to Jesus about it then it stopped.
I've had a very similar experience with waking up multiple times, it was a trip, and I was completely surprised I didn't piss myself cos in each iteration of my dream I got up and went to and used the bathroom only to wake up needing to use the bathroom, it was like I was in some kind of loop.
I've had the same experience a couple of times, the first time in the army, more than 40 years ago, and the last time in the sleeper of a truck I was driving a couple of years ago. The first time, our unit was in the field at Paderborn Germany, otherwise known as Sennelager. We were in these old barracks that had served as the barracks for Soviet prisoners during ww2. I was dreaming that I was back home and fishing with my brother and some friends, and I had to piss really bad. I walked away and pissed. Then when I was back with my brother and friends, I had to piss again, and my brother said well piss and quit talking about it. Then I dreamed I was back in that barracks and got up to piss. LMFAO! Then I actually woke up and REALLY had to go.
i use to have that when i was a kid. my stepmom would wake me up for school and i would dream that i was getting up and getting ready several times before i actually got up and did the real thing. i missed the bus at least once because of it.
I also used to do this when I was a kid in school, something to do with you knowing you need to wake up and do something if you accidentally fall back asleep it's like your brain just starts off at the previous spot, used to get it so bad I would dream I already used the bathroom and took a shower only to wake up laying on my bed with the light on
I had a very similar experience I woke up about 4 or 5 times in my own bed but when I left my room I was somewhere else. The two I remember most vividly was both times I was in a half built high rise building. Some floors were complete and others had no walls and you could see outside like seeing the skyline. The first I remember was I had two golden retrievers at the time and we were walking up a square pattern stairwell. I remember my dogs jumping over the stairwell and hearing them hit every railing on the way down till they hit the floor. The next really freaked me out I walked into a classroom everything was blue the floor walls desks chalk the chalkboard and standing facing away from me was what seemed to be a teacher looking at the blue chalkboard, I walked up to him "it" it turned around and its mouth opened and chin split down the middle and bit my neck and tore a chunk out. Instead of pain I felt electricity as it ripped my throat out. This is from my FB page that very morning _______ Michael Mckenzie November 9, 2013 · Shared with Your friends Scariest night of sleep ever I refuse to go back to sleep.
@@truthseeker2321 Another really weird dream I had as a child I was hanging out with Tom Hanks I love the movie Forest Gump so maybe that had something to do with it. I remember we were at the Lincoln memorial and we both peed on the wall. Turns out I just pissed my pants lol.
Old barracks are no joke. I used to live in these dorms out in Utah that used to be old barracks when the school used to be a military base and the amount of weird shit that happened to me when sleeping, trying to sleep, or dreaming. Absolute horror. Never had anything happened to me since moving back home.
Fort Sill, OK. NCO Training/Warrior Leader Course Barracks are haunted. Day 1, our Instructors said, "Good Luck, and I look forward to hearing about your barracks horror stories". Thinking nothing of it. Surely over the course of the next month, about a dozen of us had shared or solo encounters on the opposite side of the barracks at night time. Doors locked, nobody else, but yet, doors would slam, or you would hear footsteps in a empty hallway, the feeling of being watched and followed. Myself and several others eventually didn't go over there without a battle buddy because that $hit was scary as hell. About mid month, our instructors told us that every class experiences some sort of haunting in the barracks.
Had some gun guys in an artillery unit during ITX telling their experiences of fort sill. While in the hootches they kept saying if anyone remember the room where there was a coffin. Another guy said that he was playing his ps4 alone in his barracks room, and the tv kept tuning of and on. He left his room to chill with his headmate since he was scared shitless
2017, lackland air force base, Medical hold in that old ass ratty building from the late fifties. When I was there on the ground floor due to my leg having been injured. It was one hell of a time. The ground floor of medhold at the time was restricted for those who were being phased out on disciplinary or psychological discharges or like me. Those who couldn't go up the long stairs to the main barracks area. It was because of this I seen some pretty rough things. Guys who just couldn't cut it, were lying to get out, and those who were just violent individuals. But, that's not what scared me while there. No, what scared me was the night I was looking after one of my fellow trainees. A guy from Kenya who was an absolute maniac. When he looked you in the eyes or spoke to you. You could get that uneasy feeling he was either going to attack you or you needed to attack him. An intense fight or flight response every time. However being the flight lead for that part of medhold. I got stuck with him in the smaller sectioned off room for those like this guy. It was late during one of these nights right when I had gone to sleep that I heard this guy get up and go bolting out of the room. He had gotten in a fight earlier that day so I thought he was headed to go attack the guy again. So with my crutches I got up and hobbled after him. However the ground floor was small. I searched around for him. Behind the main counter, the doors to locked rooms like the instructors office, and other areas on my way to the main room. No instructor who was supposed to be there but apparently thought tonight was a good night to just not be at his post in the downstairs desk and no trainee. I eventually made it to the main barracks and when I went inside. The dim light from the bathroom we kept on in our windowless room was just barely enough light to see that he wasn't there. So I got my main wingman up. A buddy of mine who got injured in the same accident and got a similar injury to mine because of it. We double checked the barracks, the offices using a flashlight to look in, everywhere. Nothing. And he couldn't have gone outside because if he had. The alarms on the doors would have gone off because they are set at night to prevent someone going AWOL from it. It was then that we remembered the supply room with the chemicals. We rushed over as fast as two guys with bad legs could and we opened the usually locked door. Using the flash light we peered in. No trainee. Worried we clicked up the main light and moved some stuff while calling out for him. No reply. Defeated and thinking he had to have went out the main door and somehow didn't set off the alarm. We clicked the light off. Then it happened. Swinging from the overhead old 60s era light fixture was a trainee in old ass 80s era uniform. He had a bed sheet around his neck and was dangling there before us in our flashlights light. We panicked and clicked the main light to the room on and it disappeared. As caught out breath and both side something along the lines of what the fuck. Before turning it off again and not seeing the hanging man. With our hearts racing we were scared shitless and it was only made worse when we heard the Kenya trainee come barreling down the hall crying and sounding as scared as we were. We had no idea where he came from but his crying and running towards us scared the shit out of us. Our yells woke up the others and the trainee ran into the small barrack room. Jumping into his bed and pulling the covers over him as he cried like a child. I ordered everyone back to bed and tried to talk to him. He only muttered a word time and time again. Dozens of times. It was Kenyan or something from his home but only later learned from another man, an instructor who lived in Kenya 30 years ago that it meant the equivalent of the devil. Or monster from hell. Never went into that cleaning closet and I would have called myself crazy and put it pass me if my buddy hadn't seen it as well and agreed it happened. We didn't report it for fear of a mental discharge and continued on. But it will still linger with me till the day I die that hanging guys face. Eyes bulged out, tongue out, and a sad look of pain on his still face... I wrote this due to the fact that the first story hits so hard to home and reminded me of this event
I am currently sick and binge watching your videos. These videos have inspired me to share my only experience, if that’s what you want to call it, with your channel. I am 16 years old and I live in northern Virginia. The story that I am about to share happened when I was 11 years old. In northern Virginia there is a certain area in the Appalachian mountains known as the Shenandoah valley. The Shenandoah valley is beautiful but it is in the Appalachian mountains, and what happens in those mountains stays in those mountains. My family and a large group of close friends would go on a week long vacation each summer staying at a very old mountain house in that valley. The house was built before the civil war and if I’m not mistaken it housed some soldiers during the war. Anyways, one night, all of the kids were up late while all of the parents were asleep, it was probably around 2:00 in the morning. We were all in the kitchen playing board games because there’s nothing else to do at night but sleep, and I vividly remember I was playing battleship with one of my friends. In total, there was 7 of us in the kitchen playing various different board games and 1 kid sleeping on the couch in the living room. Then out of nowhere we all heard what sounded like a middle aged man chuckling from right outside. By the way, typing this out right now is giving me the chills and goosebumps. The chuckle lasted about 2-3 seconds and I remember turning to look outside when I heard the chuckle. It was so bizarre because even as a kid I understood very well how alone we were out there and to hear that at night even made it more unsettling. Even though it’s crazy enough to hear chuckling outside in the middle of the mountains, in the middle of night, let me add one more detail to the story. Outside the kitchen there was 2 different decks that ran along the side of the house, one was a screened off deck with doors that lock so it would be impossible for someone to be on that deck unless they cut through the screen or kicked in the door. The other deck was built on a slope so it was like 20ft off the ground, it would be impossible for anyone to be on that deck. So I don’t know how but we heard a middle aged man chuckle coming from right outside the kitchens glass sliding doors which means something was on that deck.
"what happens in those mountains stays in those mountains. " Agreed. Mom's side of the family from Appalachian region in Kentucky with kin spread out further east. Many a time heard uncles say plenty of places in those hills where a body would never be found.
Right... So instead of thinking that some hermit or crazy person in the Appalachians (of which there are many) climbed up to the deck, you immediately jump to ghosts.
This is one channel Ill drop everything else and watch as soon as the notification comes up. Appropriatly tonight at midnight. The Smoke Pit is my favorite series of this channel. Cant wait for the next stories. Great work Luke. Thanks.
My dad served in the Army, during the Vietnam war but by the time he finished boot camp the US was withdrawing troops so he never went. Had he i most likely wouldn't have been born because he was heavy artillery. My dad wasn't exactly what you'd call a fearful man but he worked at a place that was one of the oldest brick buildings in MA and often me and my brother would visit him at work, sometimes to help, but more often than not to hang out. This building was creepy af. My dad wouldn't work overtime alone in the building. I guess a guy for one of the previous companies that leased the building had died in the building from a work place accident. Outside of that the only other thing that i want to mention is we lived in an apartment that was haunted. We were babies and my mom was bedridden from a pregnancy where my sister died (wasn't still-birth. Just a complicated pregnancy) and my dad was cleaning up and doing dishes and something forced him against the sink counter-top so forcefully he had a welt on his waist. Everyone was in bed. We didn't live there long. My parents house they bought was also very haunted. Lots of activity the first few years we lived there, things i have zero explanation for, but it tapered off. My dad died in that house and my mom passed 2 years before that in the hospital. Miss them both very much. Hope i see them again someday.
True about not having an interest in the paranormal until it happens to you. I had a very strong experience with a friend's house and lots of activity like: the shuffling of feet at 4AM, angry voices from the other room, things ripped off of walls and the sounds of metallic crashing. When it happens to you... you change.
I had paranormal events forced upon me at an early age, my earliest memories of seeing things I shouldn't have go back to around 3 years old, when I saw family members that had already died. Some were benign like this, some were demonic. I'd have a nightmare about having my body ripped or cut apart, then wake up to an oppressive force pinning me to me bed, pressing my blankets so tightly against me it was like being shrink wrapped, and having the air forced out of my lungs, being unable to draw another breath. Had doors open and close on their own, lights turn off and on, those events witnessed by family members, I wasn't the only one seeing it. I still listen to stories about other people's experiences, but I don't in any way seek out any paranormal events. I don't WANT to experience it anymore, it's cost me many nights of sleep. I used to feel a need to prove that what I was seeing and hearing was real, that I wasn't either crazy or making it up, and I did some EVP sessions in a haunted church that was slated for destruction. I, along with 2 others walked through this church, and I heard several distinct things that were picked up in the recording, that my cohorts did not. That was enough proof for me. Seeing people coming forward with similar "gifts" as to mine that embraced and cultivated it, and hearing how things inevitably lead down a path of encounters with demonic entities has made me not want to go any further than I have been forced to. Fortunately, by ignoring most of it, life is pretty peaceful as far as the supernatural goes.
@@d3ltaohniner261 Wow. Some scary stuff. Thanks for sharing. It's comforting for those of us who've had heavier experiences. I don't blame you for not being interested anymore. No doubt some are more sensitive to all of this. I've notices that if I start thinking about these kinds of things, I can attract it. In fact, at my job there is a presence that both myself and my co-worker can sense. And of course... this thing is acting up only when around us. Stuff like being touched and objects being moves. Naturally, everyone else is skeptical. I think the key for us sensitives is to NOT think about them. It's like they know and feed off of it. Best of luck.
@@Tyrell_Corp2019 it definitely feeds off of attention, like a narcissistic teen on social media. Ignoring it keeps it in check for the most part, and refusing to be afraid of it. I worry for my kids, because this sensitivity to the paranormal not only is common in children in general, there's a line of family members that have all been known to have a sensitivity to these things, I'm hoping it's not as strong in them for their sake, but I'm thinking my 8 year old daughter has it to some degree. My great grandmother's house was very haunted, we'd have big family holiday dinners there and I hated going because of the family haunting it. The long dinner table was right next to a staircase to the upper floor, which she'd rented out. I would usually (but not always) see translucent apparitions of this family standing on the staircase watching us. Funny thing was one time I was hiding from them in the living room (but still in sight of them), my great grandmother looked at me, looked at the staircase, looked back at me, smiled and winked at me, like she knew what I was seeing and was acknowledging it. We never spoke about it, but she never pestered me about not wanting to go in that part of the house when the apparitions showed themselves. Fortunately it wasn't bad all the time, I did like sitting at her huge dining table and eating her from scratch cooked meals, not to mention she had almost a century worth of issues of National Geographic magazines to read, and often sent a couple home with me to keep. I don't miss the haunting, but I miss that woman, I miss those dinners, I'm not even in touch with most of those relatives anymore and don't know if they're alive or dead.
@@Tyrell_Corp2019 the elementary school I used to go to had something going on with it in the boys bathroom, but also the girls bathroom. The students kept seeing a ghost girl and the strangest thing happened to me, a huge gust of wind entered through the bathroom and there were no open doors to cause that at all and it was cold.
Seeing that title reminds me of a story from 30th AG where there was laughing and screaming in the room above my buddy's and his SSGT named Meyer sent two guys up there to check it out, him going with them as well, and when they opened the door they saw... something, that scared the shit out of Meyer and he dragged the guys out of the room, locked it back, and kept it locked tight.
@@fatty3383 The guys that went with the Drill SGT said shadow figures and the Drill SGT refused to say anything but looked visibly shaken by the whole thing.
Your first story reminds me of a guy I knew at Ramstein Air Base in Germany. This dude was strange, kept to himself, seemed to not keep himself or his place clean. Somehow, his room was never inspected or he hid what he did, but a pentagram was found carved into his floor with the carpet ripped out. He did not last long in the Air Force.
These are so engaging, and wonderfully produced. The animation, sound production, voice acting and narration - it’s all top notch. The fact that the stories come from men and women who tend to be just grounded people in service to their country gives their testimony that added bit of credence. Just found this channel a couple nights ago and have quickly become addicted. Very well done to everyone involved.
This isn’t really a military ghost story or anything but just something kinda weird I experience at work every so often. I work at the USS Pampanito SS-383 submarine museum and memorial. For a bit of context, on her third war patrol in 1944, she and two other subs attacked a Japanese convoy and one of the ships that was sunk unfortunately was one of the infamous hell ships, cargo ships jam packed full of POWs being shipped to Japan. No one knew at the time about her cargo so the subs sailed off trying to catch more of the convoy, pampanito after three days of searching found nothing to sink so she went back to the original hunting grounds and found people in the water, British and Australian POW survivors. There’s 35mm film footage of the rescue of 73 men here on TH-cam. During the trip back to Saipan to offload the barely alive survivors, one man unfortunately died, subs didn’t have a dedicated doctor back then but only a pharmacist. The rest though lived through the rest of the war and recovered thankfully. As to where my experience with work comes in, it could just be my mind playing tricks on me but sometimes I’ll see a weird shimmer out of the corner of my eye when I’m on the boat. It’s happens when I’m making my rounds through the boat, when I’m climbing the radar mast to raise colors, it’ll always just be out of the corner of my eye and it looks like heat waves coming off of a barbecue, sometimes it’ll be way down on the deck or sometimes at eye level. It only happens when I’m onboard for some reason, and it’s very quick to disappear, very blink-and-you’ll-miss-it basically. It never happens when I’m on the dock, in the office or garage, only when I’m on the Pampanito. I don’t know if it’s the ghost of the one POW who died or whatever amount of lead still on the boat getting into my system but I’ve seen it all too consistently to write it off as just nothing.
There's quite a few reports of these types of instances. They're referred to as a 'glimmer man' .. this is the first time I've heard of it in a ship or at sea, but it might interest you to look it up.
Great set of stories, Luke. Ive heard that 1st story before in more detail, im sure it was on your channel but it stayed with me not just because of the absolute horror of the content but because ive heard of similar happenings elsewhere! Some people are sensitive to paranormal activity, its nothing they do or say & i believe its a natural inborn trait, not easily explainable & this ability to attract spirits or entities involves, like a beacon of energy that spirits ( good & unfortunately bad) make a bee line for. My Grandfather was in World War 1 & 2, in the mounted division of the British Northumberland Hussars. He used to enthrall me with some hair raising stories of the supernatural including one ( too long to go into here) but something that happened to him He lost his beloved horse ( Bettsie) during one assault in the 2nd W.War Having recently lost 2 close pals, losing his horse was devastating His Captain & close friend told him to take some time off So Grandad went off into some woods, cried his eyes out, had a few cigarettes then he heard a horse near, neighing & snorting He immediately stood up in shock as he knew that sound, it was Bettsie, looking to some trees he saw his beloved horse, but beside her were his 2 best pals so recently killed. They smiled at him & patted Bettsie, he walked towards them & he said they looked as solid as in life, they beamed at him & his horse shook her head up & down & neighed at him. Then slowly they faded. My grandad walked to the stand of trees where they had been & there in the grass was the crumpled red & grey rosette he had fastened on to Bettsies reigns. He fell to his knees & sobbed his heart out because when his horse had been shot & he fell Hed not been able to detach the rosette from her bridle when she died. But here was proof He really had seen her & his 2 chums. He picked up her rosette & kept it safe under his uniform. Went back to the front lines & got through the war. He told me he knew hed survive because of the rosette & how he knew his pals & horse would protect him. I have that exact rosette now, its faded & worn but very precious to me. My grandad told me many very odd & paranormal events during his time in the army & although an athiest he believed in the will of departed souls & that there were things we couldnt imagine I believe him 100% Thank you for all your videos! I love war time stories & you have told some brilliant ones Regards 🇬🇧👧🕊
These videos and stories are incredible, thanks for sharing these. My son and I have been binge watching these and it hasn’t been easy sleeping over the last few days.
I don't have a barracks story to tell but I do have something of interest. From 1998 to 2000 I was stationed in Kitzingen, Germany, Harvey Barracks, and the one I was in had a basement that was used as a morgue during the WW2. It was creepy but I never had any strange things happen nor did I know or remember anyone else having one. The only strange sleep related to the paranormal happened when me and my wife went to Savanna, GA and stayed at the Eliza Thompson House Bed and Breakfast. This was when I was still in and had took leave for our honeymoon. On our last night, we went on a haunted pub crawl. They give you a plastic cup, you can carry it around with you to the bars and get a refill while the tour guides tell you of all the hauntings and history of the places you stop at. We went to bed that night felling the booze but at some point at night, I had woken to my wife's hand choking me all the while she has this sinister grin on her face. I jolted up and then wrapped my arms around her to see if she was for real and all I found in my awakened state was her asleep. After we got up and were getting ready to pack, she began telling me her dream last night that was spookily similar. In her dream, she said that my head and mouth grew to a horrifyingly large proportion and swallowed her head. Think of some Tim Burton-esque horror sequence. I then told her of my dream and we both looked at each other freaked out. As we left at the front desk we asked if the place was haunted and the lady shook her head and said "oh, yeah."
@@walterbrunswick So what? Standards, mate. It makes it easier, more convenient to read. P.S.: the real bother, though? The "had took" stuff. Now that is a peeve.
Wartime Stories and Bedtime Stories are by far my favourite channels on TH-cam. The narration and the artworks to coincide are nothing short of perfection 👌🏻 Cheers! From Sydney, Australia 🇦🇺
The waking up multiple times thing! Lucid Dreamer here, I have also had that a few times over the years, I hate it because it throws you for a loop every time. I do like the ability to be conscious, or at least aware, while dreaming. let's me get more out of them that way. That and makes nightmares (usually) less terrifying. Usually.
@@undefinedvariable8085 Yes, actually. Recurring dreams are kinda bizarre in general. I had one that kept going in various variations for near 15 years. Some Lucid, some not. Sometimes not bad, sometimes nightmare fuel but always the same premise. very odd, and makes me juuuust lightly leery around small white churches, lol
Back in the 1980’s I was a squadron DCPO (damage control petty officer) on board the USS Forrestal. DCPO was a fancy term for a handy man for shipboard equipment. One of my duties was checking for ‘light leaks’ in the berthing bulkheads. This was our largest berthing was an 87 man berthing just below the flight deck. I was doing one of these checks when, half way through, I got this chill and the feeling I was being watched. It was so bad I rushed through the rest of the check. I talked to a couple of buddies in the Damage Control Supply Center about it. They asked me which compartment and I told them. They told me that was the berthing a lot of guys from VF-11 died there during the big fire back in ‘67. I also wasn’t the only one that had experience. I never went back in there by myself again.
Just discovered your channel and have been binging. I like how you tell other people's stories like there your own. A story is much better 1st person unless it's a documentary. I was in the USAF but military stories really hit the nostalgia spot and that they are paranormal is just the gravy that makes them so interesting. Thanks for giving these folks a place to tell stories that they have probably been holding onto for too long.
I always look forward to your stories. I am subscribed and a big fan. There is something about your voice I find soothing or something. My military "career" was a long time ago and nothing special. I have had some paranormal experiences that did scare the shit out of me. I lived in a cabin in the woods and one night I suffered sleep paralysis. The hat man was at the foot of the bed and I finally forced myself awake but laying there helpless with a hostile entity within reach was nerve racking. It happened again and it was Lucifer and he was standing to the side of the bed right over me. I forced myself awake in a deep sweat. When I got awake he was gone. But I got to thinking I'm nobody, why would Lucifer himself care about me. A few years later my wife was sitting on that very bed at about the position that monster was when she put a pistol in her mouth and pulled the trigger. We were going through some bad times financially and she just made it infinitely worse. So maybe it was evil making itself known. Literally six weeks after that the house burned to the ground. It sounds like a bad B movie but it was all too real.
Damn, brother. I’m so sorry for that happening to you. That’s terrible. Go with God. Can I ask what he looked like? I have a reason for wanting to know.
@@waskerbasket9601 If you are talking about Lucifer, he was jet black, the shape of a man. I felt him as much as saw him. It jumped in my head it was Lucifer, not Satan or another name, but like I said, I don't know why the main devil would be interested in me.
@@tomjackson4374 I saw him in my bedroom as a young child. He took the form of my dad, but it was just his silhouette standing at the foot of my bed. I could hear my mom, and dad fighting in the kitchen, yet my dad was seemingly standing in my room. My dad has a distinctive silhouette. He just stood silently looking at me. I covered my eyes after he didn’t answer me. Then after a second I peaked back out, and he was gone, and of course, I could still hear them arguing in the kitchen. So I called out for my dad, loudly this time. They both came in from the kitchen. He got pissed, and told me to go to sleep. But I knew who it was.
@@waskerbasket9601 You don't have to see him for his influence on your life. I have had runs of bad luck where nothing would go right. It wasn't any mistake on my part and you couldn't really point the finger at someone else, things just would go from bad to worse.
Love this episode bro. Always been intrigued with the paranormal myself, ever since my 5 year old sister passed away when I was 9. Then 3 months later my grandma passed. 3 months later my great grandfather passed. I still remember vividly where I was and what I was doing each time I got the news.
Whew, Tripp seems like a magnet for paranormal activity. He was definetly entertaining. Best of luck to him and his endevours. That first story, whew, that nutcase was messing with dangerous forces. I wonder if that room is still " troubled?"
@@Pnaply No one knows if they are real or not, what the channel's owner assures us is that these aren't ''made up'' stories created by their team, they are simply re-telling stories that were sent to them using illustrations and voice overs.
I've served in the Army and Navy, never saw a single room in a barracks for a low-grade member to have a separate room is not happening (2-man rooms, maybe). Inspections and NCO's would not allow that type of filth to happen anyway...
Have had lucid dreams most of my life... and the multiple waking up one after an other all the time .. most of them were horrible horrible nightmares.. but after I was old enough to know what was happening.. I learned to control them and eventually they got rather fun ... I even met my wife in a dream when I was a teenager... even though I had never met her before... when I first saw her face I was instantly in love... crazy life we have here on this rock flying through space isn't it ... ✌🍄👍
I've also dreamed about my partner once when I was young teenager I dreamt we was at a family meal and I was introducing him to everyone, we've been together now for 19 year's nearly.
@@beccaboo3040 and here I thought I was alone with that happening... dreaming about my wife or husband... my dream was 20 years before we met... but I never forgot her face ..I'd see it like the dream was yesterday.. ✌🍄👍
Really enjoyed this one. It has been a s&#@ day for me so this was nice to come home to. All so been reading tales from the grid square, great book so far. Funny thing I hear your voice as im reading the book lol.
I love listening to your voice.... but its nice to get someone completely different once in a while. and having Tripp here was a LOVELY treat!!! it was great.
All I had to see was "there is something in the....." And my finger was on its way to press play. This channel is awesome. It's a great and faithful spin off of Bedtime Stories, but with a military focus. Not just in where the things happen, but the fact that the stories are almost all from actual soldiers that saw something in combat or while serving
I always enjoy listening to your narrations as your diction makes the story comes to life. You are a natural storyteller! Best Wishes from the UK or England
I've had one lucid dream experience and I didn't even know that was a thing at the time. I woke up to find myself looking at myself sleeping on my bed, my astral body being on the ceiling, but I did feel like I had a mass. I didn't know what that was, but I remember feeling happy or excited. My first thought was "cool, let's explore". Being summer, I leapt off my balcony, idk why I did that, but it did feel like it had low gravity, like when you walk in the sea. I was so excited, I'd leap off the ground, slowly rise, and slowly fall back again, when I'd jump, I'd reach really high up. The world had a blue-purple hue and it felt quiet, almost like my surroundings had an echo? I reached the end of my street that way, leaping up in the air and bouncing back down, but at the end of the street, I stopped. I remember thinking "I shouldn't go further, I have to go back to my room", with that thought I found myself waking up, curiously in the position I saw myself sleeping in while I had the astral projection. Ddidn't think much of it then, just another dream, until I later learned of the whole lucid dreaming practice. I didn't want to experience it again and I never practiced to. Something about the dread I felt of being too far away from my body scared me. But all in all, bouncing and flying for short periods of time felt fun.
Probably one of my favorite channels on the subject and even all around. Even though I am an open minded skeptic I did have a life altering ufo sighting that changed my whole paradigm. I still remain skeptical of things but I do know what I and 2 other people saw and if that can be real...what else can be? Thanks for the AWESOME content!!
My wife can tell she's dreaming and control them all the time. I can rarely ever tell that I'm dreaming. I've "woken up" from one dream only to be in another many many times. Often by then I have a suspicion that I'm still dreaming.
I only found your channel. Thank you for these stories they are actually very soothing to me. Especially the Afghanistan stories. I was there in 17 with task force White Eagle. I believe I was one of the youngest army members there at the time. Just barely turning 19. But they wanted someone fluent with both English and Polish and I matched description flawlessly. Either way, ever since I returned I used to wake up at 5 in bed and get up and sit on the foot side looking for my rifle which would usually be at the end of my bunk. Despite being home I panicked and ran up to the window and opened curtains to justify where I am and my situation. This thanks be to God is over but I still don't feel at home. I felt like I left something out there... like a part of me or something.
Absolutely enjoyed this episode. Very much resonated with me as someone who is also 'sensitive' and having had many experiences (as has my wife and kids). Also as someone who has experienced lucid dreams (which I actually found exhilarating) and suffered sleep paralysis for more than a decade in my youth. Big thumbs up from me!
THAT was a great breakdown AND RECALL Luke. Really was able to relate, not completely…like with Mitch, the beer bottles, etc BUT at least some of the “lucid” dreaming bit. Flying has always been a mainstay as part of mine. You have a fantastic way of putting into words and relating ‘life’ and its details..SPECIFIC details. I enjoy the channel A LOT! Take care and God Bless you man..
Good stuff here. Very enjoyable. Only veterans doing CQ now the loneliness that the night brings. I was fortunate to have a cool NCO that let us take turns sleeping in the Sargent Majors office on the full sized couch. That way we didn’t have to sleep when we got off duty but instead could enjoy the day off anyway we chose to. Looking forward to more Smoke pit stories.
I grew up in a 'haunted' house. I say it like that because it was never anything malicious or long lasting, the events ended when I was still an infant, but my mom would tell me of multiple points in time she'd hear me talking to someone in my room when there should be no one there, and at the time I was very into Ghostbusters and there was one toy that was an old woman with a switch that would drop open her chest to reveal a huge monstrous mouth. Apparently I very much hated that toy because "she doesn't do that". Cut forward some 16 years from then when I was turning 20 and being told for the first time that in fact, an old woman had died in the house prior to us moving into it and her room had been next to mine. Now there's a point in time I would have taken that as all the evidence necessary to confirm the existence of ghosts, but I'm more skeptical now. However, those are some very convincing circumstances to presume that a small child would imagine an old woman as an imaginary friend, especially in a situation where as the one who was _the child_ in the story, I never really had imaginary friends and when I did imagine up fictional entities they skew towards fantastical and inhuman. I wasn't the kind of kid who would have just been content with an invisible grandma.
My older brother who served for 30 odd years went home to our island. One night he was out the front of our village and noticed an old man walking towards him, who he had a conversation with. After saying goodnight, the old man walked into a Hill and disappeared. My brother is the serious, sober, stable one out of us so his story checks out. His daughter,my niece has had dreams of older relatives about to pass away and sure enough. Those dreams have come true. Our mother says this ability is strong in our line.
Real creepy, but he's the best story teller I've ever heard. I had dreams of flying when I was really young; sleep paralysis also. I saw orbs one day over a grocery store, 5 of them. 3 started to leave, as 2 remained. The one began to leave, but stopped to return to the last one that hindered. My first thought was, "It must have forgotten the coffee beans!" You would think. Hey! Those are UFOs, but I know they exist and have no problem understanding that we have drones so high tech they seem like magic. They been observed over Iraq. Some soldiers have even seen The real entities in the mountains of Afghanistan. We come a long way, but one thing that remains is the smoke pit stories! Great program!
Bro, you’re such an amazing storyteller. I literally get excited when I see a new video get posted. I get the anxiety and keyed up really easy and while you think these stories wouldn’t help….but they do.
Air Force Basic Military Training has two training squadron types. The really nice squadrons everybody calls Disney Land (and Hollywood too I guess, but they were still under construction when I graduated), and the really old set of training squadrons, called Alcatraz. I remember one night, I think between week zero and two or three, I don't remember the exact week. It was late at night, and me and my buddy where on Entry Controller duty. Basically watch the dorm for two hours, do a locker check every hour. I go to the restroom, and I use the stall that was missing the door. Now, Alcatraz was old, I think they from the '50s, and we were told that in our squadron, in the latrines of the dorm, way back when, one of the trainees commited suicide. Now, that night I was 'utilizing,' I see something out of the corner of my eye. But it doesn't stay there, it passes over the wall in front of me, and for a split second, I see a shadow of a head, from the side. I look behind me, and say "Hello?" Nothing. I didn't hear or see nothing there. I check the whole latrine, showers and everything. There was nothing. Nothing but that shadow. Now, it couldn't be someone, it was just me in there, and the door would've made noise, one of the trainee's kicked it off it's top two hinges. The restroom light was shining from behind me, I saw my own shadow. But that shadow, the one I saw, moved over my shadow, it was darker, and moved like someone was gliding, not walking. I finish up and go chat with my buddy, the EC, about it, and that was it.
Absolutely love the whole production especially the sound and background dialogue that can be heard, that's really smart. I also have experience lucid dreaming, also always flying up or I'm in a cool video game fight scene of sorts. I never got freaky though but I found myself waking up tired whenever it happens.
When I was serving I heard about a guy who hanged himself in his room , for years subsequent occupants of the room would wake in terror to a figure stood at the foot of their bed.They stopped putting anyone in that room but noises would also be heard so they moved all the permanent staff out and made the whole building a transit block ie a barrack for people moving through or staying for a short period
Last time I listen to your channel right before going to bed:)! Or EVER try lucid dreaming! “ Happy dreaming “ indeed! Geesh! Cool stories…. Thanks for sharing on your channel!
Seeing it in the credits made me realise, the entity from the dream reminds me of the Trickster from Sarah Jane Adventures... Weird blast from the past, and somewhat appropriate given I visited the street where Liz Sladen started acting before Doctor Who last week. On a ghost tour, of all things.
Almost every time I sleep I have horrible nightmares very realistic almost always indistinguishable from reality. The things I do in these dreams shake my soul to the very core often I think it might have something to do with my PTSD but as far as I known this is unique to me... If anyone else has nightmares like this please let me know
Don't freak out, but I used to have nightmares like that for several weeks leading up to a nervous breakdown. The nightmares got so unspeakable that I couldn't sleep and I ended up staying awake for several days straight. Eventually dropping into small micro-sleeps for a few seconds or minutes, but waking whenever I even began to feel a dream coming on. The lack of sleep fried my brain. Leading up to that, and occasionally for a few years after, I would have similar- but less potent nightmares- all of which involved my family harming me and/or me lashing out at them. In one of the few I remember with any clarity, my parents were driving me somewhere at night but when they turned to look at me from the front seats... it wasn't my parents. And those beings were laughing at me. I've had a lot of PTSD symptoms since that time, though the nightmares are much much less frequent these days. My advice would be to let someone you trust in real life know about these issues, try sleeping with a white noise machine or soothing piano music. If you live with someone, leave your bedroom door unlocked and say you might need someone to check up on you in the mornings. (Or even at night if things are *really* bad) One technique that I developed later on for escaping those sorts of nightmares- keep in mind I was christian at the time and am not anymore, but the technique *did* work I suppose due to being grounded in some sort of genuinely held belief- I would start to sing a hymn or the lords prayer whenever I realized I was in a dream, and I have several memories of being able to "ride" the prayer or melody out of the dream like a pillar of light. I assume you could do something similar with any song, prayer, creed or self-reassurance which you find meaningful. Just my two cents. I hope you're able to feel well and find peace.
I used to have nightmares every time I slept during years I refused to believe in God. About 14 years. Then I went to Confession to a Catholic priest and started living my Catholic Faith, and I rarely have a bad dream Maybe 3 or 4 in the last 45 years.
The comment in your video about some people being more sensitive/aware to paranormal entities, I can relate to that. Didn’t serve in the military. However it was when I was an LDS missionary (I am no longer Mormon). We were magnets for the paranormal and it got bad at times. Those experiences have made me curious leading me to channels like this.
Dude me too! I was raised in the Mormon church, I don’t go any more but my family still go. I have had a lot of strange experiences from being sensitive. I’m from Melbourne Australia so grew up with lds church there. I never served a mission but my brothers all did. Where did you serve your mission?
@@wilhemlawrie3967 my family still goes as well, but don’t know that I’ve unplugged from that faith. I served in Tucson, Arizona and in small border towns of the US. Craziest two years of my life and wasn’t anything close to what the church makes it up to be. I didn’t believe in the paranormal until my mission. We had a lot of problems with the paranormal in our mission among other things. I think it was the temple ordinances that attracted a lot of that stuff to us, since you’re doing borderline occult ceremonies and divinations in there.
@@rp7983 My cousin served in Japan and when he finished, he basically decided he didn’t believe in it anymore and started questioning the history of it all. My younger brothers who are twins both had strange experiences on their missions. One of them had sleep paralysis and saw an entity and the other had another fellow missionary get possessed while there was something upstairs stomping around. They are both level headed guys but yeah strange. That’s a good point you make about the rituals and stuff. What was the scariest thing that happened on your mission?
@@wilhemlawrie3967 serving a mission allows you to see the machine the church is made up of and it is ugly. I'd imagine your cousin saw the ugliness that I did. I didn't immediately look into the history and origins of everything, but carried some serious resentment for 6 years afterward. Eventually read the CES Letter, Grant Palmer's book, and "Mormon Enigma: Emma Hale Smith". Sleep paralysis and having some shadowy figure attack you in the night was common in our mission, although, I didn't have that happen to me thankfully. The worst was living with a poltergeist in my second area. We lived in this old single-wide home on a dirt lot in a place called Picture Rocks, Arizona. This place was notorious in the mission for being haunted. Our stuff would go missing and then mysteriously appear on your pillow. Doors would open and close by themselves. Shadow figures lurking around outside the single-wide at night. One night, we going to bed and had just turned off the lights. We heard footsteps come from the front door, down the narrow hallway, and straight into our bedroom only to stop between our beds. My companion turned on the lights and nobody was there. The entity grabbed my knee one night while I was lying awake in bed. This long fingered hand grabbed my knee cap and squeezed until I jerked my leg away and turned on the lights to find my companion asleep and nothing there. Got violently woken up by the curtains and curtain rod being torn out of the wall and thrown on top of me. We had issues around town with phantom vehicles, an apparition vanish on the road in front of us, and this strange wolf-like creature jump in front of our vehicle running on its hind legs.
@@rp7983 Wow! these are super creepy and would of been hard to handle these experiences. Did you find anything help in clearing away these beings? it must have something to do with the land, definitely haunted. What do you mean by phantom vehicles? Did the locals have any explanation or history of the past that might explain these happenings? Iv had a lot of sleep paralysis and seen creepy stuff while it happens. Lived in a pretty haunted house where poltergeist stuff happened one time I came home plugged my iPod on a cord to the stereo to play music in the kitchen. The music stoped and was skipped back to menu which was odd so I put the song back on and went outside. I heard a loud banging noise from inside so went back in assuming my housemate was home but the music was off and my iPod was now on the floor in the middle of the kitchen like someone placed it there. No one was home either.
Your hypothetical scenario was exactly my first experience with the weird - back when I was a little kid. Woke up and my great-grandma was sitting on my bed telling me that she needed to tell me something, sorry for waking me. Asked me if I wanted her to read me a story first since I was startled. I said yes to the story. She then told me what she wanted to say after. I understood her but also didn’t fully grasp some of it, but I knew what she meant anyway. It was a strange feeling that I can only relate to say that it’s a common feeling during childhood but a rare feeling in adulthood. Anyway, she said goodnight, after coming close, then walked into the hallway. I was upset and wanted to ask her questions. Followed her into the hall and bumped into my mom who was also speed walking down the hallway. It was 3am. My mom would have these weird waking dreams, but she sometimes sleepwalks while they happen. This wasn’t that. She was fully awake. She didn’t believe me when I told her why I was following my Abuela - she didn’t explain to me why she was there until I was an adult. However, that same morning my mom got a call from the nursing home saying that my great-grandma had passed away during the night.
Nice!! I found this great channel thru Mr,Ballens, he mentioned this channel at the end of his story, and I went to check it out, and I immediately subscribed real talk
This is just related to the lucid dreaming story, but I’ve not tried it myself. However, my sister Hayley has tried it many times. I am a Christian and she claims to be Wiccan, so you can imagine how that goes. She told me what made her stop LD. The time she woke up totally in control in her bed, but her closet doors flew open. There was a pitch-black void and a figure of pure darkness stepped out and tried to reach toward her. She had a dream catcher, as well as a cross and other religious symbols around her. It screeched and couldn’t reach her like there was some sort of invisible force field. It retreated back into the closet and she woke up with all her lights on. I really believe her.
Why do Christians always say they're Christian but add "claims" when describing non-christian religious beliefs? Your sister is part of religion far older than Christianity, so try not to delegitimize it. That may not have been intentional, I know, but it really is a bit insulting to many.
@@mechachrist As Christians we find these things to be heretical and possibly a path to evil. I don’t doubt that she has touched something supernatural and that other belief systems can cross-over and experience some of the same entities.
@@mechachrist Wicca itself was invented in the 20th century, that isn't even controversial, yeah, it draws from older myths and traditions but so does everything.
@@dannyd.5324 As non Christians we find you preachy & judgemental. I say "you" but that's not fair. You're not all like it. Some of you are very accepting & non judgemental, just as Jesus taught... Anyway I'm a white witch (or you would say I "claim" to be) but I met with a Lay Preacher the other day who's a good friend of mine. She's trying to help with some family problems I'm having right now & as we parted she prayed for me & my family. I don't believe in her prayer as such, but I appreciated the sentiment & the love that motivated it. We're able to respect & appreciate each other despite our contrasting faiths. If we can do it then so can you & your sister, but you need to be more accepting of her beliefs & stop being so condescending. That's what Jesus would do.
@@runlarryrun77 Perhaps you’re right, but then Jesus was a preacher. I believe what Jesus would do is love you, but he would tell you the truth no matter how it made you feel. I’m glad to hear that about you and the sister, honestly. There should be peace and kindness regardless. I love my sister and always will. We’ve always been there for each other despite anything. I may sound, “condescending” but it’s difficult to give tone over a text format. However, I meant what I said.
I had a friend that lived in that barracks you spoke of. At first I was like, “Nah, another BS story” until I heard your story here. It made me wonder. So I called him and we listened to it together. I encourage him to reach out to talk you about his interactions there. He said no thanks but knew he wasn’t the once one that interacted with that room. I’m not into ghost stories or whatnot, but this the only one that has me wondering.
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I’ll never forget the night in boot camp when another recruit walked in asking for help and saying there had been an accident, at that time we were instructed to never leave our post so I called the officer on duty that night who came down ready to smoke us for a prank until we described the recruit in as much detail as we could. Turns out that same recruit had been seen multiple times and the advice we were given was to never, ever talk about it again and to ignore the recruit if they ever came back because that recruit slipped on the stairs and died years prior due to a broken neck after falling down the stairwell.
I unfortunately forgot that advice and got the boot under a mental health separation after mentioning seeing the recruit again and asking others if they had seen it too, they basically accused me of either having a psychotic break in training or having been previously diagnosed and hidden that from the recruiters.
Was this at Fort Benning?
This is the scariest thing I ever read.
What happens if you go with the guy 😳
@@untitled6391 he asks you to kiss him 😳
@@artemefimov8215 im must go to fort Benning and fuck the ghost
Your narration is so professional. You read other peoples' accounts as if you're telling your own stories from your head, not reading. You could easily make money reading audiobooks.
This.
Holy shit he should do the audiobook version of the book hes always promoting. I think it was called tales from the gridsquare?
The man is spot on with narrative technique and style.
@@johnblackrose yes, by Nick Orton. Stories of Paranormal Military Experiences
@@johnblackrose holy shit it is
@@johnblackrose I would buy that audio book for sure
Holy crap. When you were explaining the story of the child talking to someone that the parent couldn’t see, I remembered a story my mother had told about me when I was younger. My mother had been making food in the kitchen when she heard me speaking to someone in the room. She asked me who I was taking to and I explained that I was talking to grumpy (my grandpa who died a few days after I was born) she was shocked and stopped cooking, picked me up and took me to a photo book where I then pointed out every single picture of my grandpa. My mom began crying. I was probably around 3 or 4 maybe, I’m not sure. Just reminded me of that story.
It looks like the video is not available anymore, but the original video of the little girl can still be found by searching for "4 yr old hears dead people" by a woman name
"Jaime Primak Sullivan". I could hear the same voices that the little girl heard in the video as clear as day. Some call it EVPs, but in reality, its just a voice that is recorded. Its just a voice recorded by an audio device on the video camera and nothing special. It's way more common than most people know.
I had a similar occurance. I was 4 and my younest brother was just born. My parents wanted to name him Xavior, could have been dope, but i turned to them and said "no, the man said his name is (what it is now)." They just kinda went with it, his brother named him, "how can we go back on that" kind of thing. Then we move and we start hanging photos, and i pull this portait out and go to my parents and say, "this is the man who told me my brothers name." It was my moms grandpa.
@@sethkeown5965 Thanks for telling the story about Jose.
@@ahndeux jose?
That's something else..wow.. I remember my mom saying after she had me, I was in bed where she slept as a baby while she heated my bottle only to come into the bedroom to see me still asleep and gently floating to the floor and then was SCOOTED gently under the bed by someone or something unseen. She dropped the bottle which woke me up under the bed and of course I started crying cause it scared me according to her when she dropped the bottle. She said I was asleep until then and now thinks it might have been a past relative teasing her by playing with me. Still gives me the heebee jeebies to this day.
That first story had all the signs of demonic influence. The angry, hateful magic practitioner. The filthy room and negative aura in the air. That guy brought demons with him and probably dropped some off before leaving.
Probably left a rift open or something, the presence doesn't seem to be continuously active. It's almost like something moves through it from time to time. The foul "dog shit and plastic" smell is basically how burning sulfur smells if you are not used to it.
@@theonefrancis696it’s a little bit more haunting to realize that sulfur is sometimes referred to as brimstone
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so what i can tell i think the duty station was jber all of the illustration's look like it and the doors match what we had up there. the second thing that makes me think that is I had similar occurrences in my barracks. me and my roommate at the time would leave for the duty day and would come back to lights being on or our Xbox would be on just stuff like that. now here comes the interesting part one morning i went to the common room (where our kitchen and way to the bathroom is.) without my shirt one and my roommate saw scratches on my back and they where not like scratches from nails but from more like an animal. we have no explanation for the scratches you cant have any animals in the barracks and I haven't had any interactions with animals. two more things one my roommate took photos of the scratches so if i can figure out how to get them and post them i will. and the other thing is my roommate and his friend would often go visit haunted areas around Alaska haunted hotels that kind of thing i have another stories involving one such encounter but that is a diffrent stories for a different time.
That room needs to have a speaker that plays Gregorian Chants 24/7, it's like kryptonite to demons I heard
I was stationed in Okinawa for three and a half years. Okinawa is a beautiful island with beautiful people and culture, but it saw some of the worst atrocities of the War in the Pacific in WWII, and as a result it's believed by a lot of people that the island is haunted. The first base I was on, Camp Foster, used to be host to local farms and apparently had some of the most fertile soil on the island. About 100 yards down the road from my barracks in a small patch of jungle there was a grave of what I think was a historical Okinawan figure thats access was blocked off, no Marines were allowed to go to it. A small shrine at a spring which was the water source for a small river was situated right next to my barracks, and supposedly a local Buddhist monk came on base to that shrine and the grave once a year to bless them, but I never saw anyone do that. That being said, a lot of the Marines who lived in that barracks would tell stories of seeing weird things in their rooms at night.
Some people said their trash cans would just randomly shake for a second, some said they could swear they could see someone out of the corner of their eye but when they turned their head there was nothing there. Others claimed to hear voices of what sounded like little girls talking in an unknown language and patters of little feet. One Marine looked out his window one night during a thunderstorm and claimed he saw a silhouette of a woman with long hair and tattered clothes standing on top of the smoke pit roof, and another claimed outright to see a small blue creature with a pointed nose and long red hair sitting in the bathtub of his bathroom.
I had definitely heard my trash can randomly and violently shake one night and it scared the absolute crap out of me, especially considering I didn't have a roommate. I investigated, didn't see anything out of the ordinary and thought maybe it was just a dream had woken me up, so I said a quick prayer and went back to bed. The next night I couldn't sleep, I turned over in bed from facing the wall and in the corner of the room I saw what looked like a shadowy black figure floating off the floor, and floating above that what looked like a misty white colored head with no facial features. I turned on the lamp and it was gone. "Oh good, just my mind playing tricks" I told myself, but when I turned the lamp off it was back. Needless to say I slept with the lights on that night.
Halfway through my time there I was moved to MCAS Futenma and I never saw anything in the barracks again, and I don't remember hearing stories from anyone else there either. Really makes me wonder about that shrine and grave on Foster...
I visited Okinawa often with my squadron while in the navy. I had a handful of friends go with me. We all experienced strange things at night. Along with horrible dreams. Sleep paralysis was a big one. It was horrible. Only after we all prayed about it did it stop.
Dude, I like the story about the floating black figure with no facial features. It's completely horrifying to think about
I was stationed at kadena from 2012 to 2015. Yes, the entire island is haunted. I talked to people at work that would hear and see things in our shop all the time. I was a jet engine mechanic and at test cell where they would test engines after they were built the guys that worked there every so often would hear blood curdling screams of little girls down the test cell tube where the flame from the afterburner of the engine would shoot down during testing.
One dude in my shop told me him and another guy were the only ones in our shop around midnight in our tool room and would hear banging sounds and stuff was being thrown around like someone was working in the back of the room and they would walk back there to see who was there and their would be nobody. Alot of people were obviously into JDM cars and would go out driving around in groups. I was told a story by a guy in my shop that they were driving on some back roads and everybodies dash lights and head lights all started flickering at the same time. They pulled over at a gas station and one of them had small hand prints all over his car. Also knew a guy in my shop who slept in his buddies room for a week because he said their was an evil presence attacking him in his room at night. Iv seen a bright, reddish orange basket ball size orb floating around while walking done the side walk at night on base. It absolutely had some form of intelligence and hadnt noticed me until i shouted at it. When it did, it was like i could tell in a psychic way it was like somebody looking over their shoulder and realizing holy crap somebody has spotted me and for whatever reason i ran after it about 25ft away from me and it zipped off at a very high speed. I also had 3 to 4 golf ball size orbs float past my face while siting out side my ex's apart smoking a cigarette in the stairwell and watched them float thru the door into the apartment. I had also been attacked in my sleep twice by an evil force while at my ex's apartment. One of the two times, around 7 in the morning we both were attacked in our sleep at the sametime and both woke up out of it simultaneously. We got up and left for the rest of the day. Its an extremely horrible feeling, as if your life force energy is being sucked out of you and your soul. One day while using her bathroom, i found an unusual book on the floor. I opened it up and it was in japanese but i saw occult symbols on the pages with drops of blood on some of them. I walked into her bedroom holding up the book and said really, WTF are you doing? When i saw that book, then it all made sense with what was going on in the apartment. I still stayed with her because i was a moron in my mid twenties but definitely broke up after i left okinawa. She was crazy, her life was a mess and almost dragged me down with her. If a girl is dabbling in that shit, leave her immediately lol. But i will say this, the paranormal is absolutely real. Light and dark forces exist, God or the creator of all things or as i like to refer to it, the great spirit is real. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
I was stationed on Okinawa for three years with my then 4 year old daughter. We lived in the high rise military housing on camp kinser. One day, taking the elevator from our 7th floor, my daughter yells, mom, a half man. She started crying, pointing in the corner of the elevator. I calmed her down and we got off. I didn't see anything. A few days later, we call the elevator, and when it opens, I see as clear as day a half torso of a Japanese man standing in the corner. I freak out and freeze. Yeah, big brave, Marine. Lol It didn't seem to acknowledge us. It faded out. We saw him on several occasions thru my tour.
Needless to say, my daughter and I believe in ghosts after that.
Okinawa was a haunted, weird place. I heard lots of stories from fellow Marines.
My dad was stationed in Okinawa from the late 1980s to the mid-90s. We lived in the tower apartments at Camp Courtney, and even then, as a kid, I remember hearing stories about how haunted the island was.
I've never served in the military, but I can agree with the first story. The FBI is rumoured to have a file of ppl whose been kicked out of the military..bc theyre sometimes trained, very miitant, usually odd and bitter. Also, that bit about children being sensitive reminded me of a story I read. A family moved into an old apartment and from the first night, their little son woud wake up at night SCREAMING, and of course the parents woud run in and ask what was wrong, and it was always the same thing: he said a man was in his room, coming toward him. The parents asked what he looked like and he said he said he only had 'half a face'. One night the kids screaming was so bad that the elderly lady who lived downstairs came up and knocked. The parents anticipated a complaint and apologized but the old woman explained that she knew why the boy was screaming, the man who'd lived there before slept in that boys room and had committed suicide with a shotgun in there. The parents decided to move out, and as the mother was deep cleaning, she found human teeth stuck in the crack of the floor in the closet and corners.
Another similar story was nearly identical, but a kid said a 'dead lady' was coming out his fireplace everynight. (The fireplace had long been sealed). When it got too bad, the mother investigated and learned that a decade before, the house was abandoned and had been used as a 'trap house' for drug addicts, etc (it was in NYC) and that at some point, a prostitute had been killed and her body stuffed in the fireplace in what would be the kids room.
Thank you for sharing! Do you have an opinion on cases like the ones you mention as to whether the aberrations people interact with are residual energies or actual intelligent beings?
@@AverageAmericanYoure welcome! Personally, I think they can be both, but I think it's FAR more often the case that theyre intelligent. One case that comes to mind is the home the singer Ricky Nelson used to live in. It was formerly owned by Errol Flynn who by most accounts was a TERRIBLE human being.
When Nelson and his family moved in the early 80's, they said activity started immediately. They'd at first just see shadows in doorways and heard footsteps. One night they were awakened by the sound of Rickys office being destroyed. They ran in the room and the sound stopped but everything was trashed, guitars broken, gold albums out of their frames and snapped, glass broken,.etc.
Another time, his teenaged daughter (around whom most of the activity centered itself) was walking down the stairs, and heard a mans voice laugh then felt two hands push her down the stairs. At one time she felt she was being choked and a third she was in the bath and felt someone trying to hold her head underwater. (During his life, it's said Flynn was a sadist who had a penchant for torturing teenaged girls).
The weirdest part is, one night, she awoke to the sounds of a party going on, and as she went downstairs, from the door she could see shadows of ppl moving, and hear the music and conversation. At the bottom of the stairs and in the doorway of the 'party room, stood a solid 3D apparition of Errol Flynn. She said he stared at her with pure evil and hatred in his eyes, then said "Happy New Year" and started laughing.
She wondered why he'd said 'Happy New Year' as it was in the summer.
The following New Years Day, 1985, her father was killed in an airplane crash.
I hope that man in that room finally finds peace.
@@JackBarrett7 Jeez, that sure is something. Kinda makes me wonder if it'd be possible to "charge" certain items or locations with that kind of "energy" to be used for research purposes, like in Area 51 or something like that
@@biggusdickus8992 Idk, there are supposed to be 'cursed' objects, but having faith trumps all that, so it may work for non-Christian/atheist 'enemies'? You should look up the story of the Haditha Dam in Iraq. The Iraqi government built a prison at that dam bc ppl are too scared to even walk around the area around it..bc of a local legend of a 'demon' down there.
When the U.S. invaded, they took over the prison, and held POWs there, and no one, American or Iraqi, will go too far down into the dam, because they swear theres something indescribably menacing down there. In the Bible, Revelation 9:14 says "“Release the four angels who are bound at the great river Euphrates.”. Euphrates is the river the dam is on.
Lucid dreams, oh boy, they can become extremely terrifying, to the point that you swear it’s actually happening. I live about 65 miles north of San Francisco in a small quiet town. I was having these dreams where I’m outside looking south and see a mushroom cloud rising from San Francisco, everyone around me just stands there, like they’re in shock and petrified. I’m yelling to get to cover but as soon as they hear me, they go back to walking around and carrying on,then comes rush of hot air with a heavy chemical smell and my eyes are burning and I’m gasping for air. The people around me at this point have lost the will to even stand, they lay there twitching. It seems so real that I wake up with a chemical smell still in my nostrils for a few seconds. It’s happened numerous times and just terrifying.
Oh snap! Check all the chemically leaky things, make sure it's not just a dream.
@@jennatolls9846 I don't think China would be nice enough to do us that favor. Leaving SF, and all of California for that matter, untouched would do way more damage to America in the long run than nuking it ever could.
That's some Sarah Connor shit.
I really hope that’s not an omen…
Be real That never happened to you bro
I remember early in my career, staying in some old barracks at Fort Sill, we had a bit of an incident that everyone on my floor heard. I was in my room with three soldiers, one was playing games on his phone, another had already racked out for the night, and I was reading on my Kindle. Me and the Corporal heard someone bang on a door down the hallway, it sounded like one of the rooms right near the stairwell. He and I ignored it, figuring someone was horsing around, as soldiers do. Then we heard another door got banged on, closer to us, and another and another, going down the line, till it hit our door. So the Corporal pokes his head out and shouts, "Yo, cut that shit out, people are trying to sleep here," and he closed the door. A few minutes later, it started up again, now on the opposite side of the hallway. Suffice to say the Corporal was PISSED. So he stepped out of the room, and I was close behind him. Everyone was out of their rooms looking around, everyone asking some variation of "what the hell is going on." After a few seconds, we heard a door get thumped from around the corner, and two guys went sprinting down the hall and around the corner. They came back a minute or so later and looked confused. They said they didn't see anyone, and the door to the balcony at the end of the hallway was locked. So, one by one, everyone started going back into our rooms, and the rest of the night was quiet. I told my Sergeant about it in the morning, in passing, and she just shrugged and said, "Yeah, weird shit like that happens around here," and never said anything else about it again.
When I was there a guy was shot with a 50 cal that was improperly cleared the last time it was used.
Went to basic at Sill, there’s definitely some haunted shit there lol
@@christaylor4477 Dear god, how can something like that even happen? Did the guy survive? I can't imagine how bad it must have been. A 5.56mm round can be devastating at certain ranges because it enters the body and then just carves you up inside. I don't even want a description of what a .50 BMG round will do to a human torso at half a MILE away...
I was about to comment about those old barracks on Fort Sill!! That stuff was haunted as hell!
@CaptinLongdong1 it's not just the barracks either. I've heard stories from other guys in the unit about seeing "apparitions" and "anomalies" on night vision and thermal out on the training ranges, and one guy swore up and down he saw an Indian brave on a horse one night while doing some training out at the Liberty City Complex. The incidents at the barracks are the only ones I was present for and will vouch for
I was stationed in Okinawa (army) in the 90's and the barracks that we lived in, at our base near Kadena AFB, had constant reports of guys seeing ghosts in the barracks and they were always japanese soldiers.
I'm assuming because the barracks were built on an area where alot of them had died (The Battle of Okinawa was one of the bloodiest battles in the Pacific in WW2).
One guy even said he had awaoken to find a japanese soldier holding him down to his bed, not attacking him or anything but just holding him down.
Honestly, the reptile guy in the corner, despite LOOKING terrifying, seemed like a pleasant enough guy. Told you his name, where he was from, and what he was up to. And then told you you should wake up. And then left when you did.
Idk doesn’t seem like a soul devourer to me. Seems like just a chill dream explorer.
“Hey man, just checking shit out don’t mind me.”
It’s almost funny if it didn’t look like a crocodile in a gown.
You know I thought the same, He seem rather polite.
Well, things not from here are not gonna look human so we shouldn't judge as fast.
In Animism we know there are many kind of spirits most are neutral some purely good some purely bad.
We know by unknown circumtances that sometimes they cross over.
A famous example in Native American lore Big Foot is not a physical creature but a Spirit guardian of the forest, the monkey thing is the shape it takes.
fair enough. Still terrifying to see yourself talking to some unknown enitity tho
I always look forward to both Wartime Stories and Bedtime Stories. They are my favorites on TH-cam.
They are both awesome... makes my day every time I see the notification for their videos
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Yes yes yes
Same
Am i the only one that feels like wartime stories kinda copied bedtime stories, with the exact same format,(narrarating a paranormal/scary story a visual is on the screen for about 1min depicting a scene just narrarated about n so forth) along with the exact same black n white animations or hand drawings in pencil or some kind of charcoal? Idk maybe he asked for permission
@@chelseapeters7187 considering that they both feature each other's channel on their page, I don't think they are in any bad relation. In fact I think bedtimes promoted wartime at some point in the past
I can remember half waking up one night having a weird feeling of being watched. Any parent knows the feeling, waking up and having your kid standing there staring at you. Anyways, groggily scanned the room from left to right, didn't see anything. But then picked up a shape that didn't belong, in my peripheral vision, and scan back to it. I'm starting to wake up more, my eyes can focus better, and I stare at this shape. As my brain starts to wake up and make sense of the information my eyeballs was sending it, I realize I'm looking at some kind of reptilian humanoid hunched down in the corner of my bedroom. I recognize that it knows the jig is up, and in a split second it lunged on top of me and with one clean swipe, tore my throat out with it's sharp claws. I sat bolt upright, screaming, flailing, and fighting something that wasn't there. Wife wakes up with no idea what in the hell is going on, I spring out of bed, kick light on, and proceed to tear the room apart, making sure we are alone. I tell her it must have been a really realistic dream, turn the light back out, and take myself to the bathroom. Splash water in my face, check my neck, and wonder how my subconscious had figured out what having your throat torn out would feel like.
Lol that last part. I also wondered how my subconscious knew the feeling of being shot in the head or stabbed by a blade.
Chances are, it's just what your subconscious _thinks_ being shot/stabbed/slashed feels like.
Your subconscious KNOWS. It brings up hidden memories of your past lives once in a while.
That is one frightening and disturbing experience. Sounds very similar my sleep paralysis experiences and what others have described. Except the phantom is never able to hurt me in any way and never really gets any closer to me. Somehow I've always been able to fight to regain control and will it away.
@@agavebob3462 Dunno. I dreamt once I was shot and died. All I felt in my dream is like a punch, I couldn't take a breath, then I was dead and having an out of body experience. Most people who have survived a bullet wound talk about the pain and shock. I didn't feel either. So ...
I went to a military college, then became a historian and worked at a few military or battlefield museums. You should hear some of the stories of things that happen in the collections area (with all of the artifacts not on display). Being surrounded by weapons that have killed, uniforms or items that people died with and surgical instruments that preformed multiple amputations leads to creepy as shit "events" that you can't quite explain.
You should write some of them down and share them or submit them to this channel sometime.
Ya I need to hear more about that please and thank you
The most bizarre and nothing comes close to it experience I've ever felt from an object was when I visited the Imperial War Museum in London.
They had a table on display that isn't always there, at the time it went from exhibit to exhibit not sure if it still does.
Anyway I've always had a fascination with WW2 hence going there, the table was an added bonus as I had no idea it would be there. When I walked into the room it was in I felt completely Numb, I walked up to it and instantly felt dread, a real uneasy feeling like just looking at the table and being there that I wasn't welcome and what I was doing was wrong. I felt a mix of sorrow and fear. I got goosebumps and could feel the hairs on my neck stand up.
I honestly didn't think for one moment that a table could be so powerful. But, given its history and just how dark that history is really keeps you on edge.
It was the table Joseph Mengele aka the Angel of Death did his experiments on all of those poor souls who were forced into Auschwitz-Birkenau.
Truly horrific, still to this day I've never had the same feeling and reaction to an object.
There is something about being around something that has dark history, like being used to kill a human or harm someone that gives off the weird sensations and vibes.
Please eleborate, I’m really curious
VMI? Citadel?
Ephesians 6:12
“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”
Ephesians 5:11
“And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.”
I love your smoke pit episodes. Your channel is awesome! Thanks for the great content.
Thanks for watching, let me know your thoughts, and be sure to check out Tripp's Smokepit for some additional listening. youtube.com/@trippssmokepit5427
Is this story even real
@@mehchocolate1257 Are You?
Yes it is.
Gays and blacks
Volume is a little low on the video. Cheers
I once as a teenager also had a loop-dream, where I would wake up in a very convincing "reality" and got up to get breakfast, just to suddenly wake up again in my bed. And it happened like 4-5 times in a row, before I actually woke up. I still remember how it took me a while to get over that creepy feeling, where I still questioned my reality and sanity. Since then I've had plenty of sleep paralysis and horrible lucid dreams, related to stress and poor mental health.
I've only ever had sleep paralysis once, and I'll be honest, it was ... One of the most terrifying things I've experienced. Because, like, you can still move your eyes, usually, right? .. Yeah well, I couldn't. And I was faced directly towards the far end of my room, and that led to some ... Real creepy shit
I’ve had those but they never really unnerved me much in the long term.
I've had that happen before. I was dreaming, and I "woke" up, but it wasn't real and I knew it wasn't real, so I tried to wake up again and again.
My decades of nightly sleep paralysis ended when I called out to Jesus in the midst of an episode.
Hope you're doing better now.
It’s called 'false awakening' folks. Look into it if you wanna learn more about it.
I was stationed in Germany in the late 90s as an MP at an old WWII German Luftwaffe base, which was later used as a POW camp when the US Army took it over. I had many paranormal experiences there. Some of the buildings were so notoriously haunted that the local German employees wouldn't go near them after dark.
Of that i have NO doubt
Where? Bit vague...............
I always thought Germans were too smart to care about ghosts.
@@helloitisme7430we dont
@@helloitisme7430 if you see a ghost, does it really matter how smart or dumb you are?
As scary as Tripps’ stories are, I find it pretty funny that the DOOM 2016 poster came along with both the stories. I’m just imagining him going, “Yeah, that alternate dimension monster thing I had a nightmare about and then all my lights turned on when I got out of bed? Yeah, fuck that, but I gotta get my DOOM poster!”
I remember feeling the presence of God and old Marines in th church at Camp Pendleton. Outside was freezing cold but inside was filled with warmth, comfort, joy, love, peace, and strength.
In the past I've had lucid dream experiences and when you realize you are in "dreamland" and know you are 100% in control, there really is nothing you can't do. Because most of the dreams I took control of started out rather terrifying, that was until I realized I was in dreamland, then suddenly I was rampaging and laying waste to the previously terrorizing things in my dreams. It was a very exhilarating and powerful experience. I always enjoy your content and enjoyed your guest also! 👍 Edit add on: subbed to Trip, I hope he does well and enjoys himself. 👍
I have also had a very similar lucid dream. I was being chased down a dark ally by a bully, I think the fear helped me think about what is really happening. The first thing I thought was to fly away and I did It felt amazing to watch him not be able to do anything, and then I just flew around this city that I can still remember but have never seen In real life. maybe one day that would be freaky
Same here I've had many lucid dreams some of them start of horrible but they've alway's ended the way I want.
More than once I thought I woke up from my dream only to realize I was not awake but in another dream, those are really freaky. I also had times where I some how realized I was in a dream and was able to somewhat control things. When I am in a really bad dream and I can't get out I say "Jesus help me" and that always gets me out of the dream, sometimes I can hardly speak it in my dream like I am so scared or can't talk.
@@buckjones4901 I get ya. When I wake "into" a dream it always freaks me out because I think I won't ever stop waking up in dreamland. "Jesus help me" is actually a really good dream realization phrase to use. I've seen atheist say, Jesus help me and God help me when the chips were down, very instinctual. Yep on the can't make a sound also. It's the maximum definition of tight throat. Open mouth, no sound comes out no matter the strain.
@@harleyxbox You likely have good survival instincts. If fear makes you search, realize and come up with a solution that fits the situation. That's a good thing. 👍
The nightmare creature that Tripp describes during his sleep paralysis reminds me of a night terror I had a couple months back. I remember it as being a robed, similarly gaunt creature with a deformed head, hovering in the corner of the room with a needle and thread and I had the sense somehow that what it was weaving was a feeling of pure dread. Hissed at me, too. I hated the way I felt that whole day.
Sounds like you and Tripp had an encounter with a Nightmare fiend. Terrifying creatures, but usually don’t do much harm. They just have a horrible presence.
@@thechosenbeastdoesgames956so it’s just a figment of their imagination
My mother told me something that happened back around Jan- Feb 1962, there are two parts to it. My mother gave birth to her first son( Tommy D) in November 1961. Mom had the crib in their room and mom slept on the side of the bed closest to the crib. She said she was laying there awake one night when she heard the front door open and close. Dad was beside her and no one else was in the house. She said she heard footsteps through the living room, down the hall and a figure enter their room, but no a solid figure in a manner of speaking.
The figure stopped at the foot of the crib and stared at Tommy D. The figure then walked to the foot of the bed and stood at mom's feet just looking at her. Mom tried tapping dad but could not move. After a few minutes the figure walked out of the room, back to the front door, heard it open then close. Mom was then able to wake dad up who searched the house and found the front door locked and no prints in the tracks.
The second thing happened in June 1962. Mom and dad and brother above went to visit family about 30 miles away. At the time mom and dad had a golden retriever ( Candy) in the backyard. Coming back later that night they were involved in a car accident where a woman rear ended them so hard she pushed them across 2 lanes of state highway 421 in Indiana and into a tree. Dad was uninjured but mom suffered from broken wrist and broken ribs. Tommy D suffered severe fatal head injury that left the doctors helpless and took him 30 minutes to pass. Mom never left his side and refused all medical care until after Tommy had passed.
After mom was released from the hospital her and dad went home very late at night. The next day the neighbor woman did not know about the accident and was talking to mom. The woman told mom that shortly after they left to visit family Candy started howling non stop keeping them awake, Candy never barked or howled. She then told mom that as suddenly as Candy started howling, she stopped. Mom asked her what time Candy stopped howling and the woman told mom the time. Candy stopped howling at Tommy's listed time of death and never howled again.
Mom always thought the 2 were related, the first maybe being some kind of warning about what would happen in June 1962. Mom passed away from cancer in 2014 and dad was killed in a car accident. They had been divorced for decades and dad had remarried. Well dad was in Florida driving West on a 4 lane when he came to a North/South 4 lane state highway. His wife was in the passenger seat of their Cadillac. Dad pulled out in front of a full size Dodge Ram pickup which hit in the driver side door. Dad was killed on the spot. The odd thing? His wife suffered the same exact injuries as mom did in June 1962.
That, or because of the state they are in, able to see the entity most cannot. These encounters are quite... The interesting ones. Like damn
@@thatoneguy9666
People who genuinely follow Jesus, and trust and love him, can easily tell such a thing to go. Perhaps you should find some genuine believers and ask them about this.
The scariest thing I ever saw in the barracks was our senior drill instructor waking me up and telling me to get under the covers.
I thought I'd be smart and sleep on top so that all I'd have to do in the morning is straighten my already made rack.
Imagine sleeping along when you feel someone shake you out of sleep and when you open your eyes, your staring into the face of a 6' 6" dark green giant wearing a Smokey the Bear cover glaring at you.
I swear, Gunny Nelson looked just like Smokey the Bear, only mean. That mans' arms were as big as my legs.
Haha my friend used the same trick during boot camp except he slept on the floor to keep his bed perfect for when the drill sergeant would come in and measure the bed with a ruler. Of course the drill sergeant eventually just said the bed was uneven anyway and ripped off the covers lol
The curse is all ghosts and strange phenomena. I stayed for 45 days in it. I saw strange events from waking up at the end of the night. I wake up and find no one to sleep paralysis. I saw a figure wearing a dark military uniform. When I woke up one of the times at two o’clock, then he disappeared. He was shaking the bed. I thought he was the officer and my friend with me, not phantoms. I realized after a few seconds that it was real
Did you sleep with your boots on as well? 😋
@@diogeneslantern18 😄 No, but when I got married, my wife informed me that my rifle wasn't welcome in the bed anymore.
"Jane" stands guard beside the bed now.
Just to be clear, my M-1 is Jane, not my wife.
@@marinegunny826atleast Jane watches over you at night
That's the best description of lucid dreaming I've heard on here. The first time I had a lucid dream was because I simply read about it just like you. I suddenly just had a thought, "oh shit, I'm dreaming!" I looked around and was blown away at how real everything seemed as if it was real life. I knew I was dreaming, but there was a vividness to everything that made it seem real. So I tested the theory out by going over to a brick wall and punching it. The wall exploded like I was in some kind of anime. I was so astounded at what took place that the dream collapsed and I woke up. It was exactly as you described, everything started going grey, then black, then I woke up.
I'm doing dishes as I listen to this, and the dark magic room door slamming shut almost made me break a bowl!
Haunted barracks rooms are way more prolific than civs would think. I went back and counted and I’ve heard of 7 strange encounters in barracks rooms, 5 of those being hauntings. It’s a strange phenomena.
Not as a Marine,
But I did get that feeling about one of the rooms when I was in the Army.
This was back in 2012. My unit at the time had it's barracks (which were brand new.)on West Ft. Hood.
It wasn't the room, it was the common area.
We had one of those barracks that were 2 Seperate Rooms, but you shared the kitchen and the bathroom.
But I'd be in bed at night to wake up and I'd Sense something in that common area, I even sensed it when the other soldier went to his next unit, which left that room empty.
@@SuperColonel91 yeah, the Army. I can count several incidents on Conn Barracks Schweinfurt, Ft. Bragg and Ft. Knox.
@@samhain183 let's hear
Someone told me it's because of suicides?
I would say it’s possibly either suicides or souls from people that have died soon after deployment or something from those specific barracks. Kinda similar to OP rock, restless souls that will always haunt those places.
In the American west in the 19th century, one of the worse places to be stationed in the army was the Arizona territory due to the unrelenting heat of summer. One day an old soldier passed away. The army gave him a full military honors funeral. Later that night the fire watch on duty in the barracks saw the man at his old bunk. The fire watch being a brave man approached the ghost and asked him why he came back. The ghost replied, I'll be gone in a moment. I just came back for my blankets; Hell is too cold. He then vanished.
guess hell has already frozen over
Damn bro just wanted his blankey
Did the blankets disappear too?
@@freedoomer2524 hell was never even described as hot in the scriptures to begin with. that assumption was made by someone named Dante iirc
@@MeNameIsNikothe Bible describes a lake of fire. That sounds pretty damn hot to me
It was pretty easy to get out of the Marine Corps when I was in boot camp (October 1985 - December 1985). All you had to do was report to the Senior D.I. and let him know you were done. They'd send you to the receiving barracks immediately and in a couple days you were on your way home. At the time there were plenty of volunteers and someone who's mind was elsewhere would be a danger, not only to himself but to others as well. It was more difficult once you were in the Fleet Marine Force obviously but not impossible. Again, the thinking was it was best for everyone if someone who wasn't able to continue to get them out BEFORE something bad happened. Thanks for another great video my friend and fellow Marine, Semper Fidelis!
0352, TOW anti-tank guided missile gunner, 1987 - 1993.
That was a good practice that should be followed today, we had a lot of quitters in our company back in 2017s, one of them tried to quit multiple times too and they just let these cowards stay in and convince them to stay in. And that's just quitters, there were a lot of people that had no business graduating too because of sheer incompetence.
@@MISTAKEWASMADE4live It's certainly not an experience for everyone. Our recruit platoon began with about 100 and we ended up graduating just under half. I was just out of highschool, single, no kids (as were the majority of us) so it was perfect for me. No distractions, no outside commitments, free to travel anywhere I was stationed. Thank you for your service and sacrifice my fellow Veteran and a happy belated Veterans Day to you, Semper Fidelis!
@@MISTAKEWASMADE4live you have no say to call anyone a quitter. you made it yes, so did i. the fact of the matter is you never know whats going on in someones life either. we are all humans, and not all of us think shit through.
I was in boot camp at PI from Oct 1988 to Jan 1989 and I remember one of our DIs sitting us down and giving us a talk about not committing suicide. He said the same thing, if you can't take it, say you are done and state you refuse to train. They'll give you a general discharge for "could not adapt to military life" and send you home.
This isn’t really related, but hearing these stories makes me feel closer to my lineage. I was adopted when I was an infant, and all I know is that my birth mother worked at a pet store, and my birth father was in the army around the time of late 90s early 2000s. Hearing stories about military horror somehow makes me feel connected. I’ve always loved horror and spooky tails, and the military always fascinated me because of what what little I know if my family tree. Thank you and please keep up the great work. It’s very appreciated.
I'll tell you listening to these stories is making me flash back to my days as a military wife. My husband would come home and tell me about guys like this and smoke pit conversations he heard. Although he was Navy and they would call them smoke decks. And I would also see first hand how sometimes the desperation of the recruiters led to people who honestly should not have been in military getting into the military. On our duty station, it was us wives who used to compare stories about things that would happen in our houses...even just your use of the word dirtbag is making me flash back, lol.
The entity that hissed gave off the same reptilian vibe as "The devil creatures of Quang" video.
I really got interested in that cave because of the creatures
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Maybe some reptile demon. The mouth opening gave me nightmares
@@firstnamelastnamethirdnamemakes me think of the split jaw vampires from Blade II.
Now you're making me youtube what you're talking about it.. hope it doesn't scar me.
My favourite story comes from my time in the Australian Army. At one of the training facilities - I won't say which one, but other people who serve or who have served might know what I'm talking about - there's the story of Corporal Tommy. The story goes that if you sleep in one of the barracks on base, you might get a visit in the middle of the night from Corporal Tommy. He might just walk past your door, look in as if checking up on you or maybe just looking around out of interest, then walk off again. He might come and stand near your bed and stare down at you. Some people say they've tried to have a conversation with Corporal Tommy, because he looked so real that they assumed he was an actual soldier, only to have Tommy either stare silently at them and then walk off, or just disappear entirely. Now, me personally, I saw a Captain salute empty air one night and say, "thank you for your service, I hope you find peace and rest". It's possible that whoever this Captain was saluting was standing somewhere where I couldn't see them, maybe in a particularly dense batch of shadows or whatever, but people I've told this story to say that Corporal Tommy is known for saluting officers, as a Corporal would be expected to do, and sometimes the officer salutes back. Who knows? I don't believe Corporal Tommy is real, but I know enough people who will swear with their last breath that he's real and that they've seen and/or interacted with him. Just one of those things, I guess.
I fucking knew I wasn't going crazy!
Kapooka? If so, I’ve heard a lot of privates laugh and joke about it for sure. It’s definitely not a coincidence though. Military and spooky experiences seem to go hand-in-hand.
Pooks, I’m not religious and surely think it’s just MSI’s taking the piss but have 100% gotten some bad vibes at Kapooka and at Wagga, never seen anything tho.
OH HELL YES. One of the few good creators who gets that not everybody is out partying on a Saturday night.
USCG Veteran here. Just bought the lucid dreaming book you mentioned on Audible. You have great content. Thanks, brother.
Definitely checking out Tripp’s stuff. Thanks for the heads up. I always support prior service who go on to make creative works. Thank you!
I was stationed at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa years ago. There are a lot of spooky stories about that base, to include the haunted house where a young Air Force officer offed his entire family and then himself. The house was converted to storage and reported to be extremely haunted. It was eventually demolished after years of rumors.
I experienced some odd events at my own dorm building aka barracks across the chow hall. Even the office where I worked and the building next to it were reportedly haunted by shadow-like entities. Never saw them myself though.
Thats wild, I was army and was stationed at Torii Station not far from you guys at Kadena and we had numerous reports of guys seeing ghosts in the barracks.
These were pretty badass guys that were shaken like little boys when seeing this stuff, and it was always dead japanese soldiers.
Can anyone tell me, why people at Okinawa base do murder/ suicides?why Is it that stressful?
I went on multiple dets to Okinawa in the last 8 years. Me and a group of friends all had sleep paralysis and horrible dreams. Feeling like we weren’t alone at night. Until we all prayed to Jesus about it then it stopped.
I really like the paranormal/supernatural stories. I’m already a fan of The Paranormal Scholar. It’s a great channel too.
Really enjoy that channel. In addition to Mystery Archives. Beyond Creepy, Bedtime Stories & What Lurks Beneath.
Don't forget Paranormal Junkie.
love that woman
Check out Belief Hole! I love those guys.
I've had a very similar experience with waking up multiple times, it was a trip, and I was completely surprised I didn't piss myself cos in each iteration of my dream I got up and went to and used the bathroom only to wake up needing to use the bathroom, it was like I was in some kind of loop.
I've had the same experience a couple of times, the first time in the army, more than 40 years ago, and the last time in the sleeper of a truck I was driving a couple of years ago.
The first time, our unit was in the field at Paderborn Germany, otherwise known as Sennelager. We were in these old barracks that had served as the barracks for Soviet prisoners during ww2.
I was dreaming that I was back home and fishing with my brother and some friends, and I had to piss really bad. I walked away and pissed. Then when I was back with my brother and friends, I had to piss again, and my brother said well piss and quit talking about it.
Then I dreamed I was back in that barracks and got up to piss.
LMFAO! Then I actually woke up and REALLY had to go.
i use to have that when i was a kid. my stepmom would wake me up for school and i would dream that i was getting up and getting ready several times before i actually got up and did the real thing. i missed the bus at least once because of it.
I also used to do this when I was a kid in school, something to do with you knowing you need to wake up and do something if you accidentally fall back asleep it's like your brain just starts off at the previous spot, used to get it so bad I would dream I already used the bathroom and took a shower only to wake up laying on my bed with the light on
I had a very similar experience I woke up about 4 or 5 times in my own bed but when I left my room I was somewhere else. The two I remember most vividly was both times I was in a half built high rise building. Some floors were complete and others had no walls and you could see outside like seeing the skyline. The first I remember was I had two golden retrievers at the time and we were walking up a square pattern stairwell. I remember my dogs jumping over the stairwell and hearing them hit every railing on the way down till they hit the floor. The next really freaked me out I walked into a classroom everything was blue the floor walls desks chalk the chalkboard and standing facing away from me was what seemed to be a teacher looking at the blue chalkboard, I walked up to him "it" it turned around and its mouth opened and chin split down the middle and bit my neck and tore a chunk out. Instead of pain I felt electricity as it ripped my throat out. This is from my FB page that very morning _______
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Scariest night of sleep ever I refuse to go back to sleep.
@@truthseeker2321 Another really weird dream I had as a child I was hanging out with Tom Hanks I love the movie Forest Gump so maybe that had something to do with it. I remember we were at the Lincoln memorial and we both peed on the wall. Turns out I just pissed my pants lol.
Old barracks are no joke. I used to live in these dorms out in Utah that used to be old barracks when the school used to be a military base and the amount of weird shit that happened to me when sleeping, trying to sleep, or dreaming. Absolute horror. Never had anything happened to me since moving back home.
Fort Sill, OK. NCO Training/Warrior Leader Course Barracks are haunted. Day 1, our Instructors said, "Good Luck, and I look forward to hearing about your barracks horror stories". Thinking nothing of it. Surely over the course of the next month, about a dozen of us had shared or solo encounters on the opposite side of the barracks at night time. Doors locked, nobody else, but yet, doors would slam, or you would hear footsteps in a empty hallway, the feeling of being watched and followed. Myself and several others eventually didn't go over there without a battle buddy because that $hit was scary as hell. About mid month, our instructors told us that every class experiences some sort of haunting in the barracks.
Had some gun guys in an artillery unit during ITX telling their experiences of fort sill. While in the hootches they kept saying if anyone remember the room where there was a coffin. Another guy said that he was playing his ps4 alone in his barracks room, and the tv kept tuning of and on. He left his room to chill with his headmate since he was scared shitless
Fuck bro, I’m doing basic training in fort sill I don’t wanna deal with no Hauntings
2017, lackland air force base, Medical hold in that old ass ratty building from the late fifties.
When I was there on the ground floor due to my leg having been injured. It was one hell of a time. The ground floor of medhold at the time was restricted for those who were being phased out on disciplinary or psychological discharges or like me. Those who couldn't go up the long stairs to the main barracks area.
It was because of this I seen some pretty rough things. Guys who just couldn't cut it, were lying to get out, and those who were just violent individuals. But, that's not what scared me while there. No, what scared me was the night I was looking after one of my fellow trainees. A guy from Kenya who was an absolute maniac. When he looked you in the eyes or spoke to you. You could get that uneasy feeling he was either going to attack you or you needed to attack him. An intense fight or flight response every time. However being the flight lead for that part of medhold. I got stuck with him in the smaller sectioned off room for those like this guy.
It was late during one of these nights right when I had gone to sleep that I heard this guy get up and go bolting out of the room. He had gotten in a fight earlier that day so I thought he was headed to go attack the guy again. So with my crutches I got up and hobbled after him. However the ground floor was small. I searched around for him. Behind the main counter, the doors to locked rooms like the instructors office, and other areas on my way to the main room. No instructor who was supposed to be there but apparently thought tonight was a good night to just not be at his post in the downstairs desk and no trainee. I eventually made it to the main barracks and when I went inside. The dim light from the bathroom we kept on in our windowless room was just barely enough light to see that he wasn't there. So I got my main wingman up. A buddy of mine who got injured in the same accident and got a similar injury to mine because of it.
We double checked the barracks, the offices using a flashlight to look in, everywhere. Nothing. And he couldn't have gone outside because if he had. The alarms on the doors would have gone off because they are set at night to prevent someone going AWOL from it. It was then that we remembered the supply room with the chemicals. We rushed over as fast as two guys with bad legs could and we opened the usually locked door. Using the flash light we peered in. No trainee. Worried we clicked up the main light and moved some stuff while calling out for him. No reply.
Defeated and thinking he had to have went out the main door and somehow didn't set off the alarm. We clicked the light off. Then it happened. Swinging from the overhead old 60s era light fixture was a trainee in old ass 80s era uniform. He had a bed sheet around his neck and was dangling there before us in our flashlights light. We panicked and clicked the main light to the room on and it disappeared. As caught out breath and both side something along the lines of what the fuck. Before turning it off again and not seeing the hanging man.
With our hearts racing we were scared shitless and it was only made worse when we heard the Kenya trainee come barreling down the hall crying and sounding as scared as we were. We had no idea where he came from but his crying and running towards us scared the shit out of us. Our yells woke up the others and the trainee ran into the small barrack room. Jumping into his bed and pulling the covers over him as he cried like a child. I ordered everyone back to bed and tried to talk to him. He only muttered a word time and time again. Dozens of times. It was Kenyan or something from his home but only later learned from another man, an instructor who lived in Kenya 30 years ago that it meant the equivalent of the devil. Or monster from hell.
Never went into that cleaning closet and I would have called myself crazy and put it pass me if my buddy hadn't seen it as well and agreed it happened. We didn't report it for fear of a mental discharge and continued on. But it will still linger with me till the day I die that hanging guys face. Eyes bulged out, tongue out, and a sad look of pain on his still face...
I wrote this due to the fact that the first story hits so hard to home and reminded me of this event
Woah..
Damn bro. So did you make it out of Lackland med hold?
I’ve also heard Wilford Hall is haunted from medical personnel that worked there, especially the old section of it.
I am currently sick and binge watching your videos. These videos have inspired me to share my only experience, if that’s what you want to call it, with your channel. I am 16 years old and I live in northern Virginia. The story that I am about to share happened when I was 11 years old. In northern Virginia there is a certain area in the Appalachian mountains known as the Shenandoah valley. The Shenandoah valley is beautiful but it is in the Appalachian mountains, and what happens in those mountains stays in those mountains. My family and a large group of close friends would go on a week long vacation each summer staying at a very old mountain house in that valley. The house was built before the civil war and if I’m not mistaken it housed some soldiers during the war. Anyways, one night, all of the kids were up late while all of the parents were asleep, it was probably around 2:00 in the morning. We were all in the kitchen playing board games because there’s nothing else to do at night but sleep, and I vividly remember I was playing battleship with one of my friends. In total, there was 7 of us in the kitchen playing various different board games and 1 kid sleeping on the couch in the living room. Then out of nowhere we all heard what sounded like a middle aged man chuckling from right outside. By the way, typing this out right now is giving me the chills and goosebumps. The chuckle lasted about 2-3 seconds and I remember turning to look outside when I heard the chuckle. It was so bizarre because even as a kid I understood very well how alone we were out there and to hear that at night even made it more unsettling. Even though it’s crazy enough to hear chuckling outside in the middle of the mountains, in the middle of night, let me add one more detail to the story. Outside the kitchen there was 2 different decks that ran along the side of the house, one was a screened off deck with doors that lock so it would be impossible for someone to be on that deck unless they cut through the screen or kicked in the door. The other deck was built on a slope so it was like 20ft off the ground, it would be impossible for anyone to be on that deck. So I don’t know how but we heard a middle aged man chuckle coming from right outside the kitchens glass sliding doors which means something was on that deck.
Sure
"what happens in those mountains stays in those mountains. " Agreed. Mom's side of the family from Appalachian region in Kentucky with kin spread out further east. Many a time heard uncles say plenty of places in those hills where a body would never be found.
Right... So instead of thinking that some hermit or crazy person in the Appalachians (of which there are many) climbed up to the deck, you immediately jump to ghosts.
This is one channel Ill drop everything else and watch as soon as the notification comes up. Appropriatly tonight at midnight. The Smoke Pit is my favorite series of this channel. Cant wait for the next stories. Great work Luke. Thanks.
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Ahh I'm so happy finally get to support this channel!! Love you guys
My dad served in the Army, during the Vietnam war but by the time he finished boot camp the US was withdrawing troops so he never went. Had he i most likely wouldn't have been born because he was heavy artillery. My dad wasn't exactly what you'd call a fearful man but he worked at a place that was one of the oldest brick buildings in MA and often me and my brother would visit him at work, sometimes to help, but more often than not to hang out. This building was creepy af. My dad wouldn't work overtime alone in the building. I guess a guy for one of the previous companies that leased the building had died in the building from a work place accident. Outside of that the only other thing that i want to mention is we lived in an apartment that was haunted. We were babies and my mom was bedridden from a pregnancy where my sister died (wasn't still-birth. Just a complicated pregnancy) and my dad was cleaning up and doing dishes and something forced him against the sink counter-top so forcefully he had a welt on his waist. Everyone was in bed. We didn't live there long. My parents house they bought was also very haunted. Lots of activity the first few years we lived there, things i have zero explanation for, but it tapered off. My dad died in that house and my mom passed 2 years before that in the hospital. Miss them both very much. Hope i see them again someday.
True about not having an interest in the paranormal until it happens to you. I had a very strong experience with a friend's house and lots of activity like: the shuffling of feet at 4AM, angry voices from the other room, things ripped off of walls and the sounds of metallic crashing. When it happens to you... you change.
I had paranormal events forced upon me at an early age, my earliest memories of seeing things I shouldn't have go back to around 3 years old, when I saw family members that had already died. Some were benign like this, some were demonic. I'd have a nightmare about having my body ripped or cut apart, then wake up to an oppressive force pinning me to me bed, pressing my blankets so tightly against me it was like being shrink wrapped, and having the air forced out of my lungs, being unable to draw another breath. Had doors open and close on their own, lights turn off and on, those events witnessed by family members, I wasn't the only one seeing it.
I still listen to stories about other people's experiences, but I don't in any way seek out any paranormal events. I don't WANT to experience it anymore, it's cost me many nights of sleep. I used to feel a need to prove that what I was seeing and hearing was real, that I wasn't either crazy or making it up, and I did some EVP sessions in a haunted church that was slated for destruction. I, along with 2 others walked through this church, and I heard several distinct things that were picked up in the recording, that my cohorts did not. That was enough proof for me.
Seeing people coming forward with similar "gifts" as to mine that embraced and cultivated it, and hearing how things inevitably lead down a path of encounters with demonic entities has made me not want to go any further than I have been forced to. Fortunately, by ignoring most of it, life is pretty peaceful as far as the supernatural goes.
@@d3ltaohniner261 Wow. Some scary stuff. Thanks for sharing. It's comforting for those of us who've had heavier experiences. I don't blame you for not being interested anymore. No doubt some are more sensitive to all of this. I've notices that if I start thinking about these kinds of things, I can attract it.
In fact, at my job there is a presence that both myself and my co-worker can sense. And of course... this thing is acting up only when around us. Stuff like being touched and objects being moves. Naturally, everyone else is skeptical. I think the key for us sensitives is to NOT think about them. It's like they know and feed off of it. Best of luck.
@@Tyrell_Corp2019 it definitely feeds off of attention, like a narcissistic teen on social media. Ignoring it keeps it in check for the most part, and refusing to be afraid of it. I worry for my kids, because this sensitivity to the paranormal not only is common in children in general, there's a line of family members that have all been known to have a sensitivity to these things, I'm hoping it's not as strong in them for their sake, but I'm thinking my 8 year old daughter has it to some degree.
My great grandmother's house was very haunted, we'd have big family holiday dinners there and I hated going because of the family haunting it. The long dinner table was right next to a staircase to the upper floor, which she'd rented out. I would usually (but not always) see translucent apparitions of this family standing on the staircase watching us. Funny thing was one time I was hiding from them in the living room (but still in sight of them), my great grandmother looked at me, looked at the staircase, looked back at me, smiled and winked at me, like she knew what I was seeing and was acknowledging it. We never spoke about it, but she never pestered me about not wanting to go in that part of the house when the apparitions showed themselves.
Fortunately it wasn't bad all the time, I did like sitting at her huge dining table and eating her from scratch cooked meals, not to mention she had almost a century worth of issues of National Geographic magazines to read, and often sent a couple home with me to keep.
I don't miss the haunting, but I miss that woman, I miss those dinners, I'm not even in touch with most of those relatives anymore and don't know if they're alive or dead.
It always amazes me how quickly people jump to supernatural or paranormal explanations, despite how astronomically unlikely it is.
@@Tyrell_Corp2019 the elementary school I used to go to had something going on with it in the boys bathroom, but also the girls bathroom. The students kept seeing a ghost girl and the strangest thing happened to me, a huge gust of wind entered through the bathroom and there were no open doors to cause that at all and it was cold.
Seeing that title reminds me of a story from 30th AG where there was laughing and screaming in the room above my buddy's and his SSGT named Meyer sent two guys up there to check it out, him going with them as well, and when they opened the door they saw... something, that scared the shit out of Meyer and he dragged the guys out of the room, locked it back, and kept it locked tight.
What did they see??
Johnston Hall on Sandhill or the old one at Harmony Church?
@@davidcraft4636 The one on Sand Hill.
@@fatty3383 The guys that went with the Drill SGT said shadow figures and the Drill SGT refused to say anything but looked visibly shaken by the whole thing.
@@davidcraft4636 Specifically the noise came from the end room on the left side of the third floor in the Bravo and Charlie company building.
Lucid dreaming always sounded cool until hearing your story of waking up multiple times 😱
Your first story reminds me of a guy I knew at Ramstein Air Base in Germany. This dude was strange, kept to himself, seemed to not keep himself or his place clean. Somehow, his room was never inspected or he hid what he did, but a pentagram was found carved into his floor with the carpet ripped out. He did not last long in the Air Force.
These are so engaging, and wonderfully produced. The animation, sound production, voice acting and narration - it’s all top notch. The fact that the stories come from men and women who tend to be just grounded people in service to their country gives their testimony that added bit of credence.
Just found this channel a couple nights ago and have quickly become addicted. Very well done to everyone involved.
Not to mention they have everything to lose by sharing, it's not in their best interest to make this stuff up.
This isn’t really a military ghost story or anything but just something kinda weird I experience at work every so often. I work at the USS Pampanito SS-383 submarine museum and memorial. For a bit of context, on her third war patrol in 1944, she and two other subs attacked a Japanese convoy and one of the ships that was sunk unfortunately was one of the infamous hell ships, cargo ships jam packed full of POWs being shipped to Japan.
No one knew at the time about her cargo so the subs sailed off trying to catch more of the convoy, pampanito after three days of searching found nothing to sink so she went back to the original hunting grounds and found people in the water, British and Australian POW survivors. There’s 35mm film footage of the rescue of 73 men here on TH-cam. During the trip back to Saipan to offload the barely alive survivors, one man unfortunately died, subs didn’t have a dedicated doctor back then but only a pharmacist. The rest though lived through the rest of the war and recovered thankfully.
As to where my experience with work comes in, it could just be my mind playing tricks on me but sometimes I’ll see a weird shimmer out of the corner of my eye when I’m on the boat. It’s happens when I’m making my rounds through the boat, when I’m climbing the radar mast to raise colors, it’ll always just be out of the corner of my eye and it looks like heat waves coming off of a barbecue, sometimes it’ll be way down on the deck or sometimes at eye level. It only happens when I’m onboard for some reason, and it’s very quick to disappear, very blink-and-you’ll-miss-it basically. It never happens when I’m on the dock, in the office or garage, only when I’m on the Pampanito. I don’t know if it’s the ghost of the one POW who died or whatever amount of lead still on the boat getting into my system but I’ve seen it all too consistently to write it off as just nothing.
There's quite a few reports of these types of instances. They're referred to as a 'glimmer man' .. this is the first time I've heard of it in a ship or at sea, but it might interest you to look it up.
Luke your channel keeps getting better and better. Take care Luke
Great set of stories, Luke.
Ive heard that 1st story before in more detail, im sure it was on your channel but it stayed with me not just because of the absolute horror of the content but because ive heard of similar happenings elsewhere!
Some people are sensitive to paranormal activity, its nothing they do or say & i believe its a natural inborn trait, not easily explainable & this ability to attract spirits or entities involves, like a beacon of energy that spirits ( good & unfortunately bad) make a bee line for.
My Grandfather was in World War 1 & 2, in the mounted division of the British Northumberland Hussars.
He used to enthrall me with some hair raising stories of the supernatural including one ( too long to go into here) but something that happened to him
He lost his beloved horse ( Bettsie) during one assault in the 2nd W.War
Having recently lost 2 close pals, losing his horse was devastating
His Captain & close friend told him to take some time off
So Grandad went off into some woods, cried his eyes out, had a few cigarettes then he heard a horse near, neighing & snorting
He immediately stood up in shock as he knew that sound, it was Bettsie, looking to some trees he saw his beloved horse, but beside her were his 2 best pals so recently killed.
They smiled at him & patted Bettsie, he walked towards them
& he said they looked as solid as in life, they beamed at him & his horse shook her head up & down & neighed at him.
Then slowly they faded.
My grandad walked to the stand of trees where they had been & there in the grass was the crumpled red & grey rosette he had fastened on to Bettsies reigns.
He fell to his knees & sobbed his heart out because when his horse had been shot & he fell
Hed not been able to detach the rosette from her bridle when she died.
But here was proof
He really had seen her & his 2 chums.
He picked up her rosette & kept it safe under his uniform.
Went back to the front lines & got through the war.
He told me he knew hed survive because of the rosette & how he knew his pals & horse would protect him.
I have that exact rosette now, its faded & worn but very precious to me.
My grandad told me many very odd & paranormal events during his time in the army & although an athiest he believed in the will of departed souls & that there were things we couldnt imagine
I believe him 100%
Thank you for all your videos!
I love war time stories & you have told some brilliant ones
Regards
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This made me smile and feel warm.
That’s an awesome story from your grandfather, wish I could hear more of his stories!
Wow. Don't know how he stayed atheist after that
These videos and stories are incredible, thanks for sharing these. My son and I have been binge watching these and it hasn’t been easy sleeping over the last few days.
I don't have a barracks story to tell but I do have something of interest. From 1998 to 2000 I was stationed in Kitzingen, Germany, Harvey Barracks, and the one I was in had a basement that was used as a morgue during the WW2. It was creepy but I never had any strange things happen nor did I know or remember anyone else having one. The only strange sleep related to the paranormal happened when me and my wife went to Savanna, GA and stayed at the Eliza Thompson House Bed and Breakfast. This was when I was still in and had took leave for our honeymoon. On our last night, we went on a haunted pub crawl. They give you a plastic cup, you can carry it around with you to the bars and get a refill while the tour guides tell you of all the hauntings and history of the places you stop at. We went to bed that night felling the booze but at some point at night, I had woken to my wife's hand choking me all the while she has this sinister grin on her face. I jolted up and then wrapped my arms around her to see if she was for real and all I found in my awakened state was her asleep. After we got up and were getting ready to pack, she began telling me her dream last night that was spookily similar. In her dream, she said that my head and mouth grew to a horrifyingly large proportion and swallowed her head. Think of some Tim Burton-esque horror sequence. I then told her of my dream and we both looked at each other freaked out. As we left at the front desk we asked if the place was haunted and the lady shook her head and said "oh, yeah."
Come on man, paragraphs, please!
@@diogeneslantern18 When you learn to put some spaces in.......🤣🤣🤣
@@diogeneslantern18it's YT, chill bro
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So what? Standards, mate.
It makes it easier, more convenient to read.
P.S.: the real bother, though? The "had took" stuff. Now that is a peeve.
Wartime Stories and Bedtime Stories are by far my favourite channels on TH-cam. The narration and the artworks to coincide are nothing short of perfection 👌🏻
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The waking up multiple times thing! Lucid Dreamer here, I have also had that a few times over the years, I hate it because it throws you for a loop every time. I do like the ability to be conscious, or at least aware, while dreaming. let's me get more out of them that way. That and makes nightmares (usually) less terrifying. Usually.
The ability to control your dreams is awesome. Did it only a few times but do get more out of the dream.
Ever had frequently reoccurring dreams multiple nights in a row, and were you lucid in those?
@@undefinedvariable8085 Yes, actually.
Recurring dreams are kinda bizarre in general. I had one that kept going in various variations for near 15 years. Some Lucid, some not. Sometimes not bad, sometimes nightmare fuel but always the same premise. very odd, and makes me juuuust lightly leery around small white churches, lol
Back in the 1980’s I was a squadron DCPO (damage control petty officer) on board the USS Forrestal. DCPO was a fancy term for a handy man for shipboard equipment.
One of my duties was checking for ‘light leaks’ in the berthing bulkheads. This was our largest berthing was an 87 man berthing just below the flight deck. I was doing one of these checks when, half way through, I got this chill and the feeling I was being watched. It was so bad I rushed through the rest of the check. I talked to a couple of buddies in the Damage Control Supply Center about it. They asked me which compartment and I told them. They told me that was the berthing a lot of guys from VF-11 died there during the big fire back in ‘67. I also wasn’t the only one that had experience. I never went back in there by myself again.
Just discovered your channel and have been binging. I like how you tell other people's stories like there your own. A story is much better 1st person unless it's a documentary. I was in the USAF but military stories really hit the nostalgia spot and that they are paranormal is just the gravy that makes them so interesting. Thanks for giving these folks a place to tell stories that they have probably been holding onto for too long.
I always look forward to your stories. I am subscribed and a big fan. There is something about your voice I find soothing or something. My military "career" was a long time ago and nothing special. I have had some paranormal experiences that did scare the shit out of me. I lived in a cabin in the woods and one night I suffered sleep paralysis. The hat man was at the foot of the bed and I finally forced myself awake but laying there helpless with a hostile entity within reach was nerve racking. It happened again and it was Lucifer and he was standing to the side of the bed right over me. I forced myself awake in a deep sweat. When I got awake he was gone. But I got to thinking I'm nobody, why would Lucifer himself care about me. A few years later my wife was sitting on that very bed at about the position that monster was when she put a pistol in her mouth and pulled the trigger. We were going through some bad times financially and she just made it infinitely worse. So maybe it was evil making itself known. Literally six weeks after that the house burned to the ground. It sounds like a bad B movie but it was all too real.
Damn, brother. I’m so sorry for that happening to you. That’s terrible. Go with God. Can I ask what he looked like? I have a reason for wanting to know.
@@waskerbasket9601 If you are talking about Lucifer, he was jet black, the shape of a man. I felt him as much as saw him. It jumped in my head it was Lucifer, not Satan or another name, but like I said, I don't know why the main devil would be interested in me.
@@tomjackson4374 I saw him in my bedroom as a young child. He took the form of my dad, but it was just his silhouette standing at the foot of my bed. I could hear my mom, and dad fighting in the kitchen, yet my dad was seemingly standing in my room. My dad has a distinctive silhouette. He just stood silently looking at me. I covered my eyes after he didn’t answer me. Then after a second I peaked back out, and he was gone, and of course, I could still hear them arguing in the kitchen. So I called out for my dad, loudly this time. They both came in from the kitchen. He got pissed, and told me to go to sleep. But I knew who it was.
@@tomjackson4374 wasn’t the last I saw of him, either.
@@waskerbasket9601 You don't have to see him for his influence on your life. I have had runs of bad luck where nothing would go right. It wasn't any mistake on my part and you couldn't really point the finger at someone else, things just would go from bad to worse.
Love this episode bro. Always been intrigued with the paranormal myself, ever since my 5 year old sister passed away when I was 9. Then 3 months later my grandma passed. 3 months later my great grandfather passed. I still remember vividly where I was and what I was doing each time I got the news.
Whew, Tripp seems like a magnet for paranormal activity. He was definetly entertaining. Best of luck to him and his endevours.
That first story, whew, that nutcase was messing with dangerous forces.
I wonder if that room is still " troubled?"
These stories arent real bruh....
@@bmmac6797 yeah they are
@@Pnaply No one knows if they are real or not, what the channel's owner assures us is that these aren't ''made up'' stories created by their team, they are simply re-telling stories that were sent to them using illustrations and voice overs.
If it is then it needs a good cleansing.
I've served in the Army and Navy, never saw a single room in a barracks for a low-grade member to have a separate room is not happening (2-man rooms, maybe). Inspections and NCO's would not allow that type of filth to happen anyway...
Did anybody else notice the vault symbol from the Borderlands games in the artwork around 22:15?
I love it!
These are fantastic. I just found your channel yesterday and I'm already hooked. Thanks for putting all this together
Have had lucid dreams most of my life... and the multiple waking up one after an other all the time .. most of them were horrible horrible nightmares.. but after I was old enough to know what was happening.. I learned to control them and eventually they got rather fun ... I even met my wife in a dream when I was a teenager... even though I had never met her before... when I first saw her face I was instantly in love... crazy life we have here on this rock flying through space isn't it ...
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I've also dreamed about my partner once when I was young teenager I dreamt we was at a family meal and I was introducing him to everyone, we've been together now for 19 year's nearly.
@@beccaboo3040 and here I thought I was alone with that happening... dreaming about my wife or husband... my dream was 20 years before we met... but I never forgot her face ..I'd see it like the dream was yesterday..
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Really enjoyed this one. It has been a s&#@ day for me so this was nice to come home to. All so been reading tales from the grid square, great book so far. Funny thing I hear your voice as im reading the book lol.
I love listening to your voice.... but its nice to get someone completely different once in a while. and having Tripp here was a LOVELY treat!!!
it was great.
All I had to see was "there is something in the....." And my finger was on its way to press play. This channel is awesome. It's a great and faithful spin off of Bedtime Stories, but with a military focus. Not just in where the things happen, but the fact that the stories are almost all from actual soldiers that saw something in combat or while serving
I always enjoy listening to your narrations as your diction makes the story comes to life. You are a natural storyteller! Best Wishes from the UK or England
I've had one lucid dream experience and I didn't even know that was a thing at the time. I woke up to find myself looking at myself sleeping on my bed, my astral body being on the ceiling, but I did feel like I had a mass. I didn't know what that was, but I remember feeling happy or excited. My first thought was "cool, let's explore". Being summer, I leapt off my balcony, idk why I did that, but it did feel like it had low gravity, like when you walk in the sea. I was so excited, I'd leap off the ground, slowly rise, and slowly fall back again, when I'd jump, I'd reach really high up. The world had a blue-purple hue and it felt quiet, almost like my surroundings had an echo? I reached the end of my street that way, leaping up in the air and bouncing back down, but at the end of the street, I stopped. I remember thinking "I shouldn't go further, I have to go back to my room", with that thought I found myself waking up, curiously in the position I saw myself sleeping in while I had the astral projection. Ddidn't think much of it then, just another dream, until I later learned of the whole lucid dreaming practice. I didn't want to experience it again and I never practiced to. Something about the dread I felt of being too far away from my body scared me. But all in all, bouncing and flying for short periods of time felt fun.
Probably one of my favorite channels on the subject and even all around. Even though I am an open minded skeptic I did have a life altering ufo sighting that changed my whole paradigm. I still remain skeptical of things but I do know what I and 2 other people saw and if that can be real...what else can be? Thanks for the AWESOME content!!
My wife can tell she's dreaming and control them all the time.
I can rarely ever tell that I'm dreaming. I've "woken up" from one dream only to be in another many many times. Often by then I have a suspicion that I'm still dreaming.
I only found your channel. Thank you for these stories they are actually very soothing to me. Especially the Afghanistan stories. I was there in 17 with task force White Eagle. I believe I was one of the youngest army members there at the time. Just barely turning 19. But they wanted someone fluent with both English and Polish and I matched description flawlessly. Either way, ever since I returned I used to wake up at 5 in bed and get up and sit on the foot side looking for my rifle which would usually be at the end of my bunk. Despite being home I panicked and ran up to the window and opened curtains to justify where I am and my situation. This thanks be to God is over but I still don't feel at home. I felt like I left something out there... like a part of me or something.
Absolutely enjoyed this episode. Very much resonated with me as someone who is also 'sensitive' and having had many experiences (as has my wife and kids). Also as someone who has experienced lucid dreams (which I actually found exhilarating) and suffered sleep paralysis for more than a decade in my youth. Big thumbs up from me!
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There’s a joke… It goes like this…
How do you know if someone is a sensitive?
They’ll tell you!
THAT was a great breakdown AND RECALL Luke. Really was able to relate, not completely…like with Mitch, the beer bottles, etc BUT at least some of the “lucid” dreaming bit. Flying has always been a mainstay as part of mine. You have a fantastic way of putting into words and relating ‘life’ and its details..SPECIFIC details. I enjoy the channel A LOT! Take care and God Bless you man..
Good stuff here. Very enjoyable. Only veterans doing CQ now the loneliness that the night brings. I was fortunate to have a cool NCO that let us take turns sleeping in the Sargent Majors office on the full sized couch. That way we didn’t have to sleep when we got off duty but instead could enjoy the day off anyway we chose to. Looking forward to more Smoke pit stories.
Nice hyperbole.
@@spiralrose how so?
IVE MET TRIPP A FEW TIMES! He’s a genuinely good down to earth dude and we live in the same town. This is wild
I grew up in a 'haunted' house. I say it like that because it was never anything malicious or long lasting, the events ended when I was still an infant, but my mom would tell me of multiple points in time she'd hear me talking to someone in my room when there should be no one there, and at the time I was very into Ghostbusters and there was one toy that was an old woman with a switch that would drop open her chest to reveal a huge monstrous mouth. Apparently I very much hated that toy because "she doesn't do that".
Cut forward some 16 years from then when I was turning 20 and being told for the first time that in fact, an old woman had died in the house prior to us moving into it and her room had been next to mine. Now there's a point in time I would have taken that as all the evidence necessary to confirm the existence of ghosts, but I'm more skeptical now. However, those are some very convincing circumstances to presume that a small child would imagine an old woman as an imaginary friend, especially in a situation where as the one who was _the child_ in the story, I never really had imaginary friends and when I did imagine up fictional entities they skew towards fantastical and inhuman. I wasn't the kind of kid who would have just been content with an invisible grandma.
Love the paranormal military stories. Keep up the great work.
i cant believe the quality and the efforts put in this channel thank you we really appreciate it man
My older brother who served for 30 odd years went home to our island. One night he was out the front of our village and noticed an old man walking towards him, who he had a conversation with. After saying goodnight, the old man walked into a Hill and disappeared. My brother is the serious, sober, stable one out of us so his story checks out. His daughter,my niece has had dreams of older relatives about to pass away and sure enough. Those dreams have come true. Our mother says this ability is strong in our line.
Do you know what they talked about?
@@SuperColonel91 nah I don't. The guy was dressed exactly like our deceased grandfather was in an old photo my brother reckoned
If your mother talks like that, calling your brother sober and stable isn't really a high bar.
Huge win finding this channel. Gonna be one of my favourites for sure. Reminds me of my father’s ghost stories when I was young child
Thanks!
Real creepy, but he's the best story teller I've ever heard. I had dreams of flying when I was really young; sleep paralysis also.
I saw orbs one day over a grocery store, 5 of them. 3 started to leave, as 2 remained. The one began to leave, but stopped to return to the last one that hindered.
My first thought was, "It must have forgotten the coffee beans!"
You would think. Hey! Those are UFOs, but I know they exist and have no problem understanding that we have drones so high tech they seem like magic. They been observed over Iraq. Some soldiers have even seen The real entities in the mountains of Afghanistan.
We come a long way, but one thing that remains is the smoke pit stories!
Great program!
usually save these for daytime.
darn it, love your channel😮 so will watch @ 1:38 am ~ who's not sleeping tonight?
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Bro, you’re such an amazing storyteller. I literally get excited when I see a new video get posted. I get the anxiety and keyed up really easy and while you think these stories wouldn’t help….but they do.
Air Force Basic Military Training has two training squadron types. The really nice squadrons everybody calls Disney Land (and Hollywood too I guess, but they were still under construction when I graduated), and the really old set of training squadrons, called Alcatraz. I remember one night, I think between week zero and two or three, I don't remember the exact week. It was late at night, and me and my buddy where on Entry Controller duty. Basically watch the dorm for two hours, do a locker check every hour. I go to the restroom, and I use the stall that was missing the door. Now, Alcatraz was old, I think they from the '50s, and we were told that in our squadron, in the latrines of the dorm, way back when, one of the trainees commited suicide. Now, that night I was 'utilizing,' I see something out of the corner of my eye. But it doesn't stay there, it passes over the wall in front of me, and for a split second, I see a shadow of a head, from the side. I look behind me, and say "Hello?" Nothing. I didn't hear or see nothing there. I check the whole latrine, showers and everything. There was nothing. Nothing but that shadow. Now, it couldn't be someone, it was just me in there, and the door would've made noise, one of the trainee's kicked it off it's top two hinges. The restroom light was shining from behind me, I saw my own shadow. But that shadow, the one I saw, moved over my shadow, it was darker, and moved like someone was gliding, not walking. I finish up and go chat with my buddy, the EC, about it, and that was it.
Absolutely love the whole production especially the sound and background dialogue that can be heard, that's really smart. I also have experience lucid dreaming, also always flying up or I'm in a cool video game fight scene of sorts. I never got freaky though but I found myself waking up tired whenever it happens.
When I was serving I heard about a guy who hanged himself in his room , for years subsequent occupants of the room would wake in terror to a figure stood at the foot of their bed.They stopped putting anyone in that room but noises would also be heard so they moved all the permanent staff out and made the whole building a transit block ie a barrack for people moving through or staying for a short period
I've only had 3 lucid dreams in my life and I loved them. I'm gunna try your method and see if that'll help me to do it again. Love your videos.
Ive heard the 1st story before. I dont remember what channel for sure, but it was on TH-cam. Super creepy, love hearing you retell it.
Your voice is amazing for narration. Lots of love from uk. Excellent stories x
Last time I listen to your channel right before going to bed:)! Or EVER try lucid dreaming! “ Happy dreaming “ indeed! Geesh! Cool stories…. Thanks for sharing on your channel!
Seeing it in the credits made me realise, the entity from the dream reminds me of the Trickster from Sarah Jane Adventures... Weird blast from the past, and somewhat appropriate given I visited the street where Liz Sladen started acting before Doctor Who last week. On a ghost tour, of all things.
I loved her in Doctor Who. RIP Liz
Almost every time I sleep I have horrible nightmares very realistic almost always indistinguishable from reality. The things I do in these dreams shake my soul to the very core often I think it might have something to do with my PTSD but as far as I known this is unique to me... If anyone else has nightmares like this please let me know
I do too, i always wake up drenched in sweat and feeling disconnected with reality
@@thechroniclesofjpidge2250 thank you for saying that
Don't freak out, but I used to have nightmares like that for several weeks leading up to a nervous breakdown. The nightmares got so unspeakable that I couldn't sleep and I ended up staying awake for several days straight. Eventually dropping into small micro-sleeps for a few seconds or minutes, but waking whenever I even began to feel a dream coming on. The lack of sleep fried my brain. Leading up to that, and occasionally for a few years after, I would have similar- but less potent nightmares- all of which involved my family harming me and/or me lashing out at them. In one of the few I remember with any clarity, my parents were driving me somewhere at night but when they turned to look at me from the front seats... it wasn't my parents. And those beings were laughing at me.
I've had a lot of PTSD symptoms since that time, though the nightmares are much much less frequent these days. My advice would be to let someone you trust in real life know about these issues, try sleeping with a white noise machine or soothing piano music. If you live with someone, leave your bedroom door unlocked and say you might need someone to check up on you in the mornings. (Or even at night if things are *really* bad)
One technique that I developed later on for escaping those sorts of nightmares- keep in mind I was christian at the time and am not anymore, but the technique *did* work I suppose due to being grounded in some sort of genuinely held belief- I would start to sing a hymn or the lords prayer whenever I realized I was in a dream, and I have several memories of being able to "ride" the prayer or melody out of the dream like a pillar of light. I assume you could do something similar with any song, prayer, creed or self-reassurance which you find meaningful. Just my two cents. I hope you're able to feel well and find peace.
I used to have nightmares every time I slept during years I refused to believe in God. About 14 years. Then I went to Confession to a Catholic priest and started living my Catholic Faith, and I rarely have a bad dream Maybe 3 or 4 in the last 45 years.
The comment in your video about some people being more sensitive/aware to paranormal entities, I can relate to that. Didn’t serve in the military. However it was when I was an LDS missionary (I am no longer Mormon). We were magnets for the paranormal and it got bad at times. Those experiences have made me curious leading me to channels like this.
Dude me too! I was raised in the Mormon church, I don’t go any more but my family still go. I have had a lot of strange experiences from being sensitive. I’m from Melbourne Australia so grew up with lds church there. I never served a mission but my brothers all did. Where did you serve your mission?
@@wilhemlawrie3967 my family still goes as well, but don’t know that I’ve unplugged from that faith. I served in Tucson, Arizona and in small border towns of the US. Craziest two years of my life and wasn’t anything close to what the church makes it up to be. I didn’t believe in the paranormal until my mission. We had a lot of problems with the paranormal in our mission among other things. I think it was the temple ordinances that attracted a lot of that stuff to us, since you’re doing borderline occult ceremonies and divinations in there.
@@rp7983 My cousin served in Japan and when he finished, he basically decided he didn’t believe in it anymore and started questioning the history of it all. My younger brothers who are twins both had strange experiences on their missions. One of them had sleep paralysis and saw an entity and the other had another fellow missionary get possessed while there was something upstairs stomping around. They are both level headed guys but yeah strange. That’s a good point you make about the rituals and stuff. What was the scariest thing that happened on your mission?
@@wilhemlawrie3967 serving a mission allows you to see the machine the church is made up of and it is ugly. I'd imagine your cousin saw the ugliness that I did. I didn't immediately look into the history and origins of everything, but carried some serious resentment for 6 years afterward. Eventually read the CES Letter, Grant Palmer's book, and "Mormon Enigma: Emma Hale Smith". Sleep paralysis and having some shadowy figure attack you in the night was common in our mission, although, I didn't have that happen to me thankfully.
The worst was living with a poltergeist in my second area. We lived in this old single-wide home on a dirt lot in a place called Picture Rocks, Arizona. This place was notorious in the mission for being haunted. Our stuff would go missing and then mysteriously appear on your pillow. Doors would open and close by themselves. Shadow figures lurking around outside the single-wide at night. One night, we going to bed and had just turned off the lights. We heard footsteps come from the front door, down the narrow hallway, and straight into our bedroom only to stop between our beds. My companion turned on the lights and nobody was there. The entity grabbed my knee one night while I was lying awake in bed. This long fingered hand grabbed my knee cap and squeezed until I jerked my leg away and turned on the lights to find my companion asleep and nothing there. Got violently woken up by the curtains and curtain rod being torn out of the wall and thrown on top of me. We had issues around town with phantom vehicles, an apparition vanish on the road in front of us, and this strange wolf-like creature jump in front of our vehicle running on its hind legs.
@@rp7983 Wow! these are super creepy and would of been hard to handle these experiences. Did you find anything help in clearing away these beings? it must have something to do with the land, definitely haunted. What do you mean by phantom vehicles? Did the locals have any explanation or history of the past that might explain these happenings? Iv had a lot of sleep paralysis and seen creepy stuff while it happens. Lived in a pretty haunted house where poltergeist stuff happened one time I came home plugged my iPod on a cord to the stereo to play music in the kitchen. The music stoped and was skipped back to menu which was odd so I put the song back on and went outside. I heard a loud banging noise from inside so went back in assuming my housemate was home but the music was off and my iPod was now on the floor in the middle of the kitchen like someone placed it there. No one was home either.
Your hypothetical scenario was exactly my first experience with the weird - back when I was a little kid. Woke up and my great-grandma was sitting on my bed telling me that she needed to tell me something, sorry for waking me. Asked me if I wanted her to read me a story first since I was startled. I said yes to the story. She then told me what she wanted to say after. I understood her but also didn’t fully grasp some of it, but I knew what she meant anyway. It was a strange feeling that I can only relate to say that it’s a common feeling during childhood but a rare feeling in adulthood. Anyway, she said goodnight, after coming close, then walked into the hallway. I was upset and wanted to ask her questions. Followed her into the hall and bumped into my mom who was also speed walking down the hallway. It was 3am. My mom would have these weird waking dreams, but she sometimes sleepwalks while they happen. This wasn’t that. She was fully awake. She didn’t believe me when I told her why I was following my Abuela - she didn’t explain to me why she was there until I was an adult. However, that same morning my mom got a call from the nursing home saying that my great-grandma had passed away during the night.
Nice!! I found this great channel thru Mr,Ballens, he mentioned this channel at the end of his story, and I went to check it out, and I immediately subscribed real talk
This is just related to the lucid dreaming story, but I’ve not tried it myself. However, my sister Hayley has tried it many times. I am a Christian and she claims to be Wiccan, so you can imagine how that goes. She told me what made her stop LD. The time she woke up totally in control in her bed, but her closet doors flew open. There was a pitch-black void and a figure of pure darkness stepped out and tried to reach toward her. She had a dream catcher, as well as a cross and other religious symbols around her. It screeched and couldn’t reach her like there was some sort of invisible force field. It retreated back into the closet and she woke up with all her lights on. I really believe her.
Why do Christians always say they're Christian but add "claims" when describing non-christian religious beliefs? Your sister is part of religion far older than Christianity, so try not to delegitimize it. That may not have been intentional, I know, but it really is a bit insulting to many.
@@mechachrist As Christians we find these things to be heretical and possibly a path to evil. I don’t doubt that she has touched something supernatural and that other belief systems can cross-over and experience some of the same entities.
@@mechachrist Wicca itself was invented in the 20th century, that isn't even controversial, yeah, it draws from older myths and traditions but so does everything.
@@dannyd.5324 As non Christians we find you preachy & judgemental.
I say "you" but that's not fair. You're not all like it. Some of you are very accepting & non judgemental, just as Jesus taught...
Anyway I'm a white witch (or you would say I "claim" to be) but I met with a Lay Preacher the other day who's a good friend of mine. She's trying to help with some family problems I'm having right now & as we parted she prayed for me & my family. I don't believe in her prayer as such, but I appreciated the sentiment & the love that motivated it.
We're able to respect & appreciate each other despite our contrasting faiths. If we can do it then so can you & your sister, but you need to be more accepting of her beliefs & stop being so condescending. That's what Jesus would do.
@@runlarryrun77 Perhaps you’re right, but then Jesus was a preacher. I believe what Jesus would do is love you, but he would tell you the truth no matter how it made you feel.
I’m glad to hear that about you and the sister, honestly. There should be peace and kindness regardless.
I love my sister and always will. We’ve always been there for each other despite anything. I may sound, “condescending” but it’s difficult to give tone over a text format. However, I meant what I said.
I had a friend that lived in that barracks you spoke of. At first I was like, “Nah, another BS story” until I heard your story here. It made me wonder. So I called him and we listened to it together. I encourage him to reach out to talk you about his interactions there. He said no thanks but knew he wasn’t the once one that interacted with that room.
I’m not into ghost stories or whatnot, but this the only one that has me wondering.