Closet to Hell?

This story takes place in Fargo, ND in a house that was built in 1901. It was (and still is) an absolutely beautiful home. The living and entertaining spaces on the main level and the bedrooms and bathroom were upstairs. Of course it had a basement. That was surprisingly ok. The part that gave me the creeps was the closet in my room. The room was huge, with two windows facing the south and a closet next to them and a closet on the other side of the room. The one on the other side of the room had a door. The one next to the windows did not.

We had two cats at the time, Winston and Cadillac. The ex has custody of Cadillac and Winston is no longer on this Earth (Rest in Peace, my sweet boy) for those of you who may wonder why its “at the time” and not presently. So, back to the story. The ex had relocated to Wyoming and I was living and working in Fargo, doing house upkeep and such. I really hated the one closet and so did Cadillac. Winston didn’t seem to mind much but Caddy really hated that room in general. When the ex was home, she slept in his room with him. When he wasn’t home, they both slept with me. The closet just seemed dark and creepy, even with the light on. I didnt store much in there. I tried going in there as little as possible as my body went into “fight or flight” mode. Spine tingling, hair raising on the back of my neck, etc. Cadillac would hiss at the closet at night, which is always a fun sound. In the middle of the night. In the dark.

I dont know for sure what, if anything, was in the closet because I moved out after 2.5 years but it creeped me out and the cats did not like it.

Vanishing Taurus

This is a true story that happened to my Ex-Fiancé, Greg* and myself.

This took place in Fargo, North Dakota as I was on my way to go see my horses. Greg and I took my car, a white Ford Taurus. It was evening, but not pitch black out. As we approached our turn, a Taurus, similar to mine, was approaching from the opposite direction. Said car turned right and we caught a glimpse of the couple, an older couple, going the same direction as we were.

The road we were turning onto only had two turn off before we got to the barn. One halfway around the curve of the road, and another one about 1/2 mile down the road, then the barn. We passed the first turn off behind the older couple. They were going pretty slow so Greg goes to pass them after the curve when the road opens up and there are passing zones. It was a clear winter evening, chilly but nice out. Snow on the ground. Beautiful really.

Greg goes to pass and we look over, as people do, to see this couple talking and laughing. We both saw them. We pass them and go to get back into our lane and they. are. gone. Like, no headlights, no car, nothing. Just gone. We both looked at each other and asked, “Where did they go?” I suggested they turned their headlights off but, we would have seen some type of lights when they went by us or if they used the brakes. We thought maybe they had gone off the road so we drove back around and no tire tracks nor car in the ditch. They were just gone.

We go back to the barn and take care of the horses. Someone else comes in and we asked them if they came out the same way we did and if they saw anyone in the ditch? No, they didn’t see anyone either. We never did figure out what happened. The best guess is a ghost car. Or a glitch in the matrix.

What Sort of Ritual Is this?

This is a true story from my early teen years. I grew up around Esko, Minnesota. Not a lot happens there in terms of weird. It’s not a hot spot for crime, or the paranormal (that I know of anyway). Its also not known for cult activity. This is key.

One warm, sunny day, I had a friend over and we got bored around the house so we decided to go for a walk. We had walked about a mile from my house, when we walked by a slough that was mostly dried out at this point. There were a group of people standing around in a circle wearing black robes. A few of them had white robes on, and there was something in the middle of the circle. A small dog maybe?

Now, keep in mind, we were not on drugs, nor drinking, nor was this us creeping around in the middle of the night. We both saw it. This event took place in broad daylight, about 50 yards or so off the road.

My friend and I took off back towards my house where my parents were outside doing yardwork or something and we took them back to where we had seen the people. Not hide nor hair was to be seen. I did take some convincing that we were not making this up since there was no evidence of anything, human anyway, there. This happened around 20+ years ago and it still sticks with me. Who were they? Where did they come from? There were no vehicles. No bikes. Nothing. It was a very sparsely populated area.

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This is a space where I can put my experiences and creative writing exercises into publication. Some of these stories will be from others and they will be denoted as such.

About me:

Paranormal believer, cat/horse mom, educated in Emergency Management/ Homeland Security and Interior Design. I love all things paranormal as well as true crime. My pets are my life.

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About My Experiences:

I have always been sensitive to energy. I didn’t like spooky or creepy stuff when I was younger; it scared me too bad. The more I experienced though, the more I began to believe.

Most of my experiences have been reoccurring dreams, sounds, and feelings of Deja Vu. Apparently these “sensitivities” run in my moms side of the family.

So, feel free to believe or not! I would love to hear your stories as well!