Apparently this is a true story, although I don’t remember it well. My mother and two of my elementary school teachers will swear up and down about its authenticity though. I’m not sure how scary it is, and it’s rather long, sorry about that.
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I go to a school that was originally a reform school for Native Americans - where nuns and other religiously zealous figures would rename and teach kidnapped native children what was ‘right’ and beat them. There are several very true paranormal accounts relating to my school, but one that sticks with me most is one I myself witnessed.
This probably isn’t the scariest story out there, but this is the scariest thing to happen to my friends and I so here we go. I was at the park with two of my friends and my little brother when we noticed a shoe box on top of the platform they use to keep scores for the baseball diamond. As we approached the box, we noticed a teddy bear inside of it. Quite frankly, the bear looked brand new. Not dirty, not ripped, it looked like someone had just bought it. Us being ignorant kids we wondered why someone would leave a perfectly fine teddy bear. We all wanted to keep it, so we divided the time so each of us all got a week with it. The whole time all of us had this bear, it rained.
I live in Northern Minnesota, believed to be one of the main residential places for this creature. The Windigo, who’s name I am only now daring to type his name now that there is substantial amounts of snow on the ground, is a terrible being.
Just last week I visited my grandmothers house when I was on lunch break. I was sitting on a chair at the back of the dining room when I felt someone pinch my sides. I turned around expecting to see someone but there was no one there.
So, all through my life I have had man paranormal experiences—some I refuse to speak of. However, this story is true, and I feel it is safe to be told.
This story takes place in California, in a normal house in a fairly rural area. Not like, out in the sticks, but not very urban either.
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My parents both grew up in the Philippines and used to tell me lots of ghost stories growing up, so the supernatural and ghosts have been a big part of my life. My mom even told me that the ability to see things other people can’t is a kind of trait that’s passed on from mother to daughter in her family. Either way, there are a lot of stories that stuck with me that they both told me, and this is one of them that stuck with me.