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1. Worked at a public pool, I would work alone after hours cleaning the building and the pool. One night around 2 a.m. I’m cleaning the change rooms. The pool has been closed for 4 hours at this time.

I hear the sound of a child’s laughter and bare feet running across the pool deck. I go out and scan the area; there’s nobody in sight. The doors are all closed and locked, there is nowhere a kid could be hiding. No wet foot prints on the pool deck. I re-check the doors and the security monitors. I am the only person in the building.

It was unsettling.

2. When I was about 10-14 I had terrible insomnia. I would imagine things and felt incredibly unsafe as though I was being watched although I never admitted this to anyone. I began only sleeping on the couch, with my back against the wall, and had to have the TV or some sort of light on.

I missed an immense amount of school because of this so my mom had me see a neurologist. The neurologist diagnosed me with some things but the crazy part was during my sleep study I slept amazingly well, no issues at all AND slept in the “real bed”.

Eventually I got transferred to a children’s hospital and speaking to the doctor I explained I would “see” things and felt uncomfortable, they had thought I was experiencing sleep paralysis.

When they told my mom she went ghost white. She pulled me aside and explained she was experiencing things, too. She described in detail what I was seeing. That evening she approached my brother and asked broad questions (“Do you have anything weird happen in home?” Etc..). He also described what we experienced.

It was then I realized we must have paranormal activity and I’ve believed it ever since. When we moved out of that house all my sleep issues abruptly stopped and I haven’t experienced it since.

3. I saw a reflection of myself at the end of a hallway in a friend’s apartment building, only he told me the day after there was never any mirror in the hallways.

4. I was staying in the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, CO – the hotel that inspired Stephen King to write The Shining. Around 1am I heard what sounded like children running up and down the hallways interspersed with laughter. Opened the door to see what the hell was going on, and didn’t see anything. Quick little buggers, I thought. Then the next morning when my SO and I took a tour of the building, the guide stopped directly in front of our room to tell us the story of young girls whose ghosts can be heard running up and down that same hallway.

5. My aunt used to live above a convenience store. It was a duplex and had a mud-room that connected the front doors to each apartment. The other apartment was empty and unlocked so my cousins and I would hang out in there. One night we are playing hide and seek in the empty apartment. My cousin and I are running from the seeker and the hallway door slams shut in front of us. We freak out and end the game because we are too scared. We tell our parents and my aunt happens to have a night vision baby camera. She sets it up in the living room of the empty apartment and we can all see it on the TV in her house. We are watching it for about 10 minutes, dust is flying everywhere and nothing is happening. Out of the darkness, a Pepsi can rolls up and hits the base of the camera. Everybody is like wtf this bitch is haunted. I never went up the stairs alone to get to her house again, I was too freaked out. About 3 years ago, the entire building burned down unfortunately, I don’t know the cause.

6. I was always open to the idea, but wasn’t convinced. That changed a couple of days after my grandfather died. I was in my room at night, thinking about him, when I suddenly felt as if someone was rustling my hair. There are no vents in the ceiling in my room. My fan wasn’t on. It was a very slow, deliberate feeling as if a hand was very slowly running its fingers through my hair.

7. When my son was a baby, he started crying in his crib at about 3am. I sat up, dreading having to nurse him back to sleep for the third time that night. All of a sudden, I hear a soft, sweet, woman’s voice over the baby monitor say, “Shhh… don’t cry… go to sleep…” And my son settled right down back to sleep. In my sleep-deprived state, I was like, “cool.. she’s got him,” and I went back to sleep myself. When I woke up that morning, I was like, “Did I just let a ghost nanny take care of my baby?! Can she come back tonight?!” She did not… but I did constantly see orbs fly around over his crib over the video monitor which were clearly not bugs or dust.

8. We were in the process of moving from an apartment over a business and I told the landlord about an experience I had one night.

I got up to go to the bathroom and in the hallway I saw three dark shadows moving along the wall, man shaped and it looked as if you could reach through them in to an infinite void.

I was terrified and started yelling and my father came out of his bed room to see what was the matter and said I was dreaming it. I know to this day I wasn’t it was very distinct and I was standing in the hallway.

So as I tell the guy I am glad to leave the place no offense he tells me sincerely that years ago the shop was a bakery and there was a fire that burned the place and it was rented by 3 brothers who perished. He had the most bizarre look on his face trying to see if I was pranking him.

Totally weirds me out to this day.

9. My girlfriend’s grandfather’s ashes were on a little shelf in the living room, right next to a very solid/heavy angel statue. Well one weekend she and I are fooling around on the living room couch and out of the corner of my eye, I see the angel statue fly off the wall, accompanied with a deep grunt.

Now when I say this thing FLEW off the wall, I’m talking 7-8 feet of air before landing on the hard wood and leaving a dent where the wing hit. Even if this thing had fell off the wall, it would’ve dropped straight down, not soared with force.

Well we both stood there in shock, and I whispered if she had heard the grunt as well, to which she agreed. So we both booked it for the day.

Well that night at dinner we told her parents what happened (leaving out the naughty bit) and her younger sister burst into tears saying she had seen a dark figure at the foot of her bed the last couples nights but didn’t want anyone to think she was crazy. (Grandfather that died had mental health issues that caused a lot of pain.)

Welp after that day I was a believer.

10. In 2011 I was studying abroad in Morocco. We were staying in Marrakech with tall, ornate windows. I had one roommate who was already asleep this night. I thought I saw her sitting up in the bed next to me wearing all white. Suddenly I saw a white, hazy thing vaguely shaped like a person floating above me next to the big windows. I was so scared I went in the bathroom, turned the light on and stayed in the bathtub all night. My roommate didn’t see anything.

11. My wife and I swear that our daughter used to talk to ghosts when she was a toddler. She was an only child at the time. First instance I remember, was her telling me that she was talking to Nana. That’s what I called my grandmother, who passed about 15 years before my daughter was born. My daughter was young and so I hadn’t even talked about Nana to her, so I showed her a picture and asked who she spoke to. There were four women (three of which I didn’t even know), but without hesitation she pointed to my Nana. Ok, no biggie.

Some months later, my wife and I are trying for baby #2. After my wife gets pregnant, my daughter is sitting next to her on the couch and puts her head on her belly and says, “mommy, there’s a baby in there”. Ok, maybe that’s coincidence. She overheard us saying something. A few weeks later, my wife miscarries. Maybe my daughter picked up on our sadness, who knows, but she again puts her head on her stomach and says, “mommy, there’s no baby in there anymore.”

Then, several months and one more (very early) miscarriage later, my daughter tells us, “I was talking to my brother last night and he said that my sister is coming to live with me soon.” Again, she’s an only child and had no (living?) brother. We were still trying at this point, but had not taken any tests. We picked one up that night, and sure enough, pregnant. When time came to reveal the gender, I wasn’t even interested. My daughter had already said it was a girl. Sure enough, I have two daughters.

12. My 4-year-old son knows some really specific things about my dad (who died about 2 months after my son was born).

The two of them never actually met because my dad was already in the hospital when my son was born.

About a year or so before he got sick, he bought some kayaks for him and my mom.

They also sold them before my son was even born, and we didn’t even realize he knew what a kayak was.

One day we saw some kayaks at the store, and my son points at them and says “those are just like what grandpa bought for grandma!”

He has never known that either of them owned a kayak.

Still don’t have an explanation for that one.

He also used my grandpa’s name from out of nowhere too – my grandpa died when I was 9, so about 15 years before my son was born, and he also has never heard that name said out loud.

13. I was probably in early high school or late middle school at home with my sister of four years younger and our dog. Our dog was very calm indoors and he rarely ever barked and never acted aggressive. All of a sudden, he got really aggressive/defensive near our backdoor/kitchen, and stared and growled at the corner ceiling of the room.

The corner was completely empty, and there wasn’t anything we could see. We tried to pull him away but he wouldn’t budge. I checked the window curtains for any bugs or anything but nothing was there, and he fixated his gaze above the curtains.

I went out to the backyard and peeked up and down my driveway as well to see if maybe my dog heard something from outside, but nope, opening the door didn’t interest him at all. My sister and I kind of stared at each other, and that sent chills down both of our spines, as just our looks at each other confirmed we were both experiencing this thing. We didn’t say a word to each other in the moment, but I’m pretty sure we were both thinking some paranormal shit was there that our dog sensed.

I don’t remember how or when our dog finally snapped out of it.

My sister also experienced weird shit in that house (brand new in a nice suburb) multiple times after, but by herself each time.

14. Over a couple of weeks years ago living with my ex while we were in the shower together the bathroom door got knocked on extremely hard and aggressively, got out and opened it basically straight away and there was no one there. No one was in the house and all the doors were locked.

We also had the cliche footsteps and I remember one night there was this weird music coming from nowhere but still in the house. That was whack.

A Friday night (maybe Saturday, it was years ago now) some teenagers from next door came and knocked saying there was someone in the house with them (they were alone for the weekend), so my mates and I plus them and my partner went out with them. We saw the lights go out all at once but no one came out. The cops came and called for backup. They went through and found no one after looking for like 15mins.

The thing is though, unless whoever was in there could climb 4 metres in a few seconds the only way to the street was past us. They stayed with us the night but we never heard anything about it again. They also moved away maybe a month after I think.

The last thing that went down over those weeks was the one that fucked with me the most, I heard as clear as day my name said right behind me and then footsteps above me while doing some early morning weekend work. I used to work in a very high security facility and for someone else to be in the building they would have to have been let in by me and couldn’t be in there before me as the alarms couldn’t be deactivated without my fingerprint.

I almost shit myself and after talking with my boss on the phone and checking that there really wasn’t anyone else there besides me (no cars besides my work car and my private car locked in the grounds with the other work cars) there I bailed and never did Saturday mornings alone.

After that, nothing ever happened and nothing before. I still think about those weeks all the time. It was fucking weird and I have no explanation besides “fucked if I know, ghosts?”.

15. Speaking for my wife. I grew up in a house that was haunted so I know what’s out there but my wife has always been a skeptic and gave me shit for believing in the paranormal and being spiritual until we moved into our house. She has seen and still sees a couple dressed in white in our backyard staring at our house. At night she will hear a giggle and doors close. She tried to rationalize what she seen until one day she saw a lady floating over our bed. That did it in and now she takes what I say seriously

16. I slept over at my buddies house. Woke up at 3 am to the sound of a women crying coming from right outside his bedroom. I figured it was his mom arguing with another family member so at first I felt very awkward rather than scared. Then things began getting more intense. She started screaming “$7?! You did this for $7?!” And as she began getting louder and louder I thought I might need to intervene before someone got hurt. I stood up, walked the the door, grabbed the handle, twiiiiiist, open the door. instant dead silence Every sound I heard died in a heart beat. It went from a WWII war zone to being able to hear a mouse fart. Outside his room, every light in his house was off, there was no one else awake, nothing. I still can’t explain wtf happened. I woke my friend up and he told me he once saw a lady in a white gown walking up his steps and thought it was his mom, but when she didn’t respond to him calling out to her, he followed her up the stairs and when she turned a corner, she disappeared. Then one day when they are moving out of this house his cousin and sister arrive to the new house after grabbing some things from the old one and tell everyone that they swore they saw a girl in a white gown standing at the upstairs window as they pulled out of the driveway. (Me and my friend never told anyone about our stories, so his cousin and sister said they saw what they saw without any prior knowledge of the situation).

17. I’ve written about this before but once while falling asleep after a movie with the family I was awoken by what seemed like a small boy running towards the couch we were in. I immediately sat up and braced for impact. Now, i would normally chalk it up to falling asleep by my mom and dad also bolted awake at the same time. Before I could explain my dad told me he saw a boy running towards us. His description of the boy matched mine while my mother confirmed as well.

18. I was sleeping in a hotel room and something woke me up– I looked next to the bed. There was a woman sitting cross-legged on the floor below me and she locked eyes with me, cocked her head sideways and then floated up toward me before dissipating. I prefer to think it was one of those hallucinations people can have in that pre-awake stage but damn it was terrifying.

19. I was one of the firefighters working on ground zero for 9/11. I lost two of my buddies, and it still haunts me to this day. As I was making my way through the rubble, I heard someone screaming. I bolted to wherever I heard the sound, and only found a twisted body on a rebar. The body was burnt and pale, and it looked like it had been there awhile. I watched a firefighter walk up the rubble towards me, and hug me. I was confused, but I understood why he wanted a hug. I hugged him back, and when I opened my eyes, there was no firefighter. I stood there, holding a helmet. I don’t know how I got this helmet, but it was in my hands. The golden eagle on the front had been bronzed, and a hole through the side of the helmet, with dried blood around it. I was holding this helmet in tears, while in front of an impaled civilian. I did some research, and the firefighter that I hugged had apparently died three hours before I saw him. I still have that helmet, and I will never forget the hug the fallen firefighter gave me.

20. When my grandma passed away, in that moment, my husband and I were in several economic problems. So, the next days after her funeral, I started to dream about her, and she told me on my dreams, that if I need money for an emergency, just check under her matress and I will find $1500 mexican pesos.

I just ignored it, but those dreams were repeating again and again… So, I decided to take a look under her matress and GUESS WHAT??? I FOUND $1500 MEXICAN PESOS…!!!!

And, since that event, I never dreamed again with her.

21. So weird story that made me quickly question what was real and what wasn’t.

When I was around lets say 8 years old and my brother was 6, we had been playing video games in my room while my dad and mom watched football downstairs. For awhile we had lots of fun, that was until I had a really bad chill down my spine, I shrugged it off before I notice my brother get a chill as well. He continued playing the game so I just thought if he wasn’t worried then neither should I be. Everything went smoothly well, not for long. My brother paused the game, “Do you hear that?” he asked. I then heard a humming sound of what seemed to be a little girl. I nodded, “The humming right?” I asked him, he nodded as well. The humming was coming from the hallway right outside our room, we began to be very nervous because me and my brother were the only children in the house. The door was shut thankfully so we did not see anything. After a few seconds of the humming, it stopped and we heard footsteps from the attic. The thing about the attic though is that nobody ever really goes up there, at the time neither me nor my brother had been ever up there and my parents only went up there once each. Once the footsteps stopped and nothing else happened, we opened the door to see only the hallway. The next day we told our parents in great detail what had happened and they did the whole parent thing saying, “oh you probably just heard us, it was your imagination.” Needless to say if I didnt believe in ghosts before that incident, now I did.

22. Most of my family is extremely religious and believe in ghosts wholeheartedly. Most of them claimed to have seen something paranormal at some point in their lives. I wasn’t very religious, and I always thought to myself, “If I haven’t seen it, then it’s not real.”

That changed during my senior year in HS. I was dogsitting at my great aunt’s house while she was out of town for a few days. A little after midnight, I’m watching a movie and my aunt’s dog starts barking like crazy and runs up the stairs at full speed. The dog was small, but fierce.

Suddenly, I clear as day heard a gravelly voice at the top of the stairs say “Bad doggie”. The voice was deep and masculine.

I went upstairs because I was certain nobody else was supposed to be there. I looked around and there was nobody in sight. The dog was still barking at something that I couldn’t see. She was just barking at an empty hallway.

That’s when I heard footsteps walking away from us down the hall and into my aunt’s bedroom. I could hear the footsteps, but I couldn’t see anybody making them. I noped the fuck out of that house with the dog and went outside in my car. The dog and I slept there for the night.

I’m not entirely sure wtf I experienced that night, but I definitely believe in the paranormal now. I never told my aunt about what happened, but apparently my great uncle, her husband, had died in that house a few months after I was born. I never knew him, but I’m willing to bet that it was him who I heard that night.

23. Not about me but this one’s about my 3 brothers. We used to live in the Philippines where everyone believes in ghosts, Duwende (dwarves), Diwatas (fairies) etc. Our old home was the second house built in our subdivision so it was VERY old, with huge mango, santol and other fruit trees growing all over. As my mom had told me, my 3 brothers were playing around shooting these bamboo bow and arrows made for them by one of our helpers. It was all fun and games until my 3rd brother shot his arrow and according to him and my brothers, it stopped midair, and dropped. Needless to say, they found this weird and stopped playing.

On the next day, my brother is suddenly hit with a high fever out of nowhere. They were going to take my brother to my aunt who was a doctor but my older brothers told my mom about the arrow stopping midair. My mom decided to take him to a an “Albularyo” which is a practitioner of folk medicine I think (correct me if I’m wrong). So my mom took my brother to this guy so they could find out what had happened, and what they could do.

Once they met up, the Albularyo decided to do a ritual that involved dripping candle wax in water to see what caused the sickness. Once they did this, a small humanoid figure formed in the water, but it was missing a hand. The Albularyo told my mom that my brother probably shot an arrow and hit a Duwende’s hand, which is why he got hit with a fever as punishment.

I don’t know exactly what they did to ask for forgiveness but apparently my brother got better the next day after. I’ll try to dig up more details if I can.

24. When I was in 5th grade I was playing with silly putty in my room when my mom called me down for dinner. I had molded it into a ball and placed it down directly behind me (I’m talking as soft as can be here).

When I stood up to go downstairs, I felt something hit me in the back of my head with some force. So I turn around and see my silly putty ball, not on the ground anymore, but bouncing on my windowsill until it eventually rolled back onto the floor. Needless to say I ran downstairs hysterically trying to tell my mom what had happened

25. I was having a conversation with my mom when I was a teenager, mid sentence I felt a hand grab my arm and looked to see who it was. No one was there and my mom didn’t see anyone. Apparently the same thing happened to my sister a few weeks before. Also all the random voices and bags falling off shelves and moving shadows in the periphery. I believe it was just the house that was “haunted”, but they weren’t malicious so it was all good.

26. Once when I was in university I went to go see my therapist whom I had been seeing twice a week for about five months. On this day he was uncharacteristically quiet and I asked him if he was all right. He said he was fine, and we continued through what would be one of our most breakthrough sessions. A lot of repressed memories came up through it that have helped me to heal.

At the end of the session I asked him why he was acting differently today than other days. He said when I walked in I was accompanied by a warrior-like person. He said he had the overwhelming feeling to perform as best he professionally could that day, and that he got the sense this “warrior” had fought a lot of battles to protect me.

This would seem coincidental, except for 10 years later I was living on the other side of the world. I had a Puerto Rican neighbor I would see occasionally and eventually got pretty close with him and his family. One day as I was walking by he kind of gets quiet and weird and then says in broken English, “do you know there is a soldier who follows you around?” I knew instantly who he was talking about.

In both instances the warrior/soldier was described the same, just over six feet, blonde curly hair, wearing primitive warrior clothing, and strangely “a white guy”.

Neither of these people could have known that my closest brother who passed away at 14 was over six feet tall with blond curly hair, and always was my protector.

27. Ooh, ooh, I have a story!

So in high school, I worked kids birthday parties. The place was basically a giant gym, and gymnastics/dance classes were also held there.

One day, I came in, and one of the girls I worked with (who was very spiritual and very religious) was totally freaked out. During the gymnastics class she taught that morning, one of the kids was staring up at the ceiling. When she asked the kid what he was doing, he said “There’s a little boy up there” and pointed at the ceiling.

Strange enough, but whatever. Kids are weird.

Later, two girls who were working a birthday party before mine came out of the gym and were visibly shaken. A pair of 5-year-old twins went down a slide and then stared at the ceiling. They both said that there was a little boy “up there”, in the same spot on the ceiling that the kid from the morning gymnastics class.

We all went in and inspected the ceiling. Of course, it was just a regular, gray, warehouse-y ceiling. But we were all super freaked out at that point.

During my party, I was pushing a little boy on the giant swing we had in the gym. He, too, began to stare at the ceiling. He said DIRECTLY TO MY FACE, “Hey, there’s a little boy up there!” We told all of our coworkers and managers about the three separate experiences we had today with children from different parties and classes seeing a little boy on the ceiling.

The next day, we had downtime between parties, and nobody was in the gym. There are cameras in the gym that allow parents to see their children playing from the lobby.

My manager called us out of the break room – “Guys, check this out.”

We come out and see the screen (which is streaming from the gym) showing that giant swing going back and forth. Nobody’s in there. It’s just the swing going.

I like to think that the ghost was truly a little boy who just wanted to play, and he finally got to go on the swing. Could be worse.

28. I was always on the fence about ghosts because there was no scientific evidence of them being real (and I was going through a big question phase with religion/afterlife at the time anyway).

But my family moved into an old farm house when I was 12.. this was a very old farm house with a build date around the civil war. The original owners name was still on the old barn out back and we found numerous old antiques built into the walls when we completely renovated the place.

A few odd and end things happened after we first moved in, but distinct things started happening to myself after I turned 16.. but never to my sister until after SHE turned 16 too.

The most prominent memory I have:

The upstairs consisted of 2 bedrooms. 1 bedroom was the room at the top of the stairs, the 2nd bedroom was in a separate room just to the left of the top of the stairs. I had the “private room” and my sister’s room was the landing. When someone walked up the stairs it was VERY distinct, you could hear each individual step and the creaks got louder as the person approaching got closer.

So one night I am sitting on my bed watching TV or something and I hear my sister come up the steps and go lay on her bed- so I start talking to her.. when she doesn’t answer me I get annoyed and go into her room to figure out what her problem is- only she is not in there. My mind was blown because I KNOW I heard her. I call for her and she had been downstairs the entire time.

We never felt threatened.. but it did seem that this entity liked picking ONLY on women.. even my mother who absolutely doesn’t believe in ghosts had to admit some odd things had happened. I think the funniest thing was having my pony tail pulled while I was doing the dishes. I don’t know why it was so funny… it just cracked me up that whatever it was felt like playing with my hair.

29. When I was in my late 20’s I was dating my girlfriend ( soon-to-be wife.) We had been together for a while. One summer, July 3rd, her sister was abducted and killed by a group of six men. All the men were eventually caught and tried. The trials and the aftermath for the family were devastating and debilitating for them for many, many years.

Fast forward three months, after the funeral. I arrived at my girlfriend’s house to wait for her to get off from her job as a nurse at a local hospital. Neither of her parents were home. Just me, alone in the house. So I went into the family room, turned on the TV, sat down in the couch, got comfortable and began to watch.

Clear as a bell I heard my girlfriend’s sister’s voice in my right ear, just off my shoulder, call my name. I turned to look at the seat next to me and of course there was nobody there. I stared at the spot in the couch next to me for a long while. Feeling a bit uneasy, I turned off the TV and went outside to wait on the porch.

30. So my grandma use to live with me. She was in the room next to mine and would get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom (which is in my room). There is drop from her room to mine so we put a night light outside the bathroom so she could see the way. It was like this for about 12 years. Only a few days after she had passed away I was in my bed with my cat and dog reading a book or something. I remember my cat and dog both waking up and looking to the night light. My cat got up and went to the light, pawing at it and making nosies. My dog just stayed still, not barking. I would grab him so he would calm down or go to sleep but he never took his eyes off that spot. That’s when I saw what I can only say looked like light bend around the night light. I was positive it was my grandma coming back to use the bathroom and or check on me and the house. To this day (she died about five years ago), I still have that night light there and turn it on every night for her. I haven’t seen her or experienced anything like it again but I’m sure she’s still around. TC mark

Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/january-nelson/2019/07/30-skeptics-reveal-what-spooky-experience-made-them-believe-in-ghosts/

There are a lot of misconceptions surrounding death and dead bodies. As someone who works with corpses for a living, I’d like to take a moment to dispel a few of the more common myths I’ve heard.

1. Hair and Nails Continue to Grow After Death. It’s baffling how many people believe this happens. Nails and hair are made from a material called keratin, which consists of multiple layers of dead cells. Nail and hair growth occurs when new living cells form and push the dead ones out into the world. When a person dies, this activity ceases, which means no more growth occurs. Seems obvious, right? The myth may have been perpetuated by the fact that skin shrinks slightly after death due to moisture loss, causing hair and nails to look slightly longer.

2. Dead Bodies Occasionally Sit Up. Every now and then, you might hear a hospital worker tell the story of “that time they went to the morgue and saw a body sit up.” They are either messing with you, or a coworker was messing with them and they didn’t realize it! As someone who has worked in and around morgues for over 13 years, I can definitively tell you that dead bodies don’t sit up. If they did, I’d probably quit my job! The most they might do is twitch a little immediately after death. This phenomenon related to rigor mortis is known as a cadaveric spasm. Later, bloating from bacteria associated with decomposition may cause the body to shift a bit, but sitting up? Not going to happen.

3. Corpses Are a Bunch of Stiffs. Speaking of rigor mortis, did you know that rigor mortis, the postmortem stiffening of the body, comes and goes? Corpses may have earned the moniker, “stiffs,” but they don’t stay stiff forever. In fact, they may not even get stiff to begin with, depending on the cause of death. Initially the muscles of the body relax following death. Typically rigor mortis starts to set in around 6–12 hours later. The body can remain stiff anywhere from 18–36 hours, then will return to a more relaxed, floppy state. These times vary based on the cause of death and the body’s immediate environment.

4. An Autopsy Will Instantly Determine the Cause of Death. This is sometimes true, particularly if the cause of death has obvious physical manifestations, for instance, a stroke or a blood clot in the lungs. Oftentimes, additional testing is required. Pathologists may need to look at organs and tissues under the microscope, or send blood and body fluid samples for toxicology testing to detect poisons, drugs, and alcohol in forensic cases. This can take months due to backlogs at state laboratories. In some cases, the cause of death may never be fully known. Although preliminary autopsy results need to be reported within 2 days, pathologists still have 30 business days to complete an autopsy report when the cause of death is known, and 3 months for more complicated cases. This means you won’t be able to read the autopsy report in its entirety right away.

5. If The Hospital Knows You’re an Organ Donor, They Won’t Try to Save You. In the United States, federally designated, non-profit organ procurement organizations are separate institutions from hospitals, meaning the hospital is there to save your life, while the organ procurement organization is there to take your organs. End of story.

6. Death Investigation is Done by CSI. In the United States, Crime Scene Investigation (CSI) is completely different from forensic death investigation. CSI deals with evidence such as hair, fibers, shoe prints, etc. They collect this evidence and send it to be processed at a crime lab. Most commonly CSI is called to handle evidence from crimes dealing with living persons, such as rape or robbery. CSI may also come to a death scene, but the dead body is the responsibility of the medical examiner or coroner’s office. A representative of one of those offices will describe and photograph the body and surroundings at the death scene and determine if an autopsy is needed.

7. The Zombie Apocalypse is Coming. Well, it could be. No one really knows for sure.

8. A Coroner is the same as a Mortician. In the United States, coroners are elected officials who are responsible for death investigation and autopsies in some areas (they must be forensic pathologists in order to do autopsies). Morticians handle funeral services and preparation of the body for burial and viewing. A mortician can also be elected as a coroner. In some states they often perform both roles, but it’s important to note that these are two separate jobs. It’s also good to know that not every state has coroners. Some have medical examiner systems, which employ death investigators instead of coroners, although their job descriptions are often similar.

9. You’re Going to Be Buried in a Coffin. If you live in the United States, you’re more than likely going to be buried in a casket. Morticians are very particular about using this correct terminology and even study the parts of the casket in school. So here’s the deal. Caskets are rectangular boxes made from wood, composite, or metal, while coffins are six-sided, with the top wider than the bottom (think stereotypical Halloween decoration). European countries often use coffins, which can range from simple to lavishly decorated.

10. The Eyes Stay Closed After Death. It’s rare that decedent’s eyelids will stay closed after death. It’s also not unusual for someone to die with their eyes open. It can be unsettling to see a loved one with their eyes open, but it doesn’t have anything to do with their emotional state at the time of death. It’s actually quite natural and occurs due to muscle relaxation around the eyes. Another fact: the same thing happens with the mouth due to jaw muscle relaxation.

Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/alyse-gray/2019/07/10-common-myths-about-dead-bodies-that-may-make-you-squirm/

1. Skinwalkers. Seriously. The number of Askreddit threads I’ve seen with bizarre wolf creatures, large humanoids in the woods, and people discussing Skinwalkers is downright chilling.

2. As a form of a traditional demon, the Baba Yaga, a witch Slavic folklore.

Had an ‘imaginary friend’ named Baba Witch that lived in my barn when I was little. One time I was playing with it, and got locked in a room with no lock. I screamed for nearly 30 minutes before my mom got me out.

Fast forward a few years, and I had gotten these things called ‘Creature Cards’ which were like big cards with pictures and facts about animals and monsters and stuff. When I saw the Baba Yaga, it looked almost exactly how I’d imagined Baba Witch.

Fast forward to now, it all kind of clicked for me.

3. Might not be new to most people, but the Jackalope actually does exist… technically.

The Jackalope is a North American legend, a rabbit with antlers. In reality, it’s a rabbit suffering from a virus that causes weird growths on its head.

4. Megaconda. It’s just a really, REALLY big anaconda, and since those snakes grow continually throughout their lives, I wouldn’t be surprised if some have, in the past, gotten over 50 feet or more.

5. NYC Sewer Alligators. In the early 20th century, small alligators as pets were apparently a popular thing among kids and when they started to get too big, parents allegedly disposed of them by throwing them down the drains / into the sewers like dead goldfish. I can totally see them living off the massive sewer rats and growing to be a decent size, and a dark dank muddy environment like the NYC underground seems like a viable habitat for them.

They were also the inspiration for Doc Connors from Spider Man.

6. The Orang Pendek. It’s a small bipedal ape supposedly inhabiting the rainforests of Sumatra. A group of scientists even claim they have distinctive footprints and hair samples but its not really confirmed if it exists.

7. The Buggane. It’s an energy stealer by giving you nightmares. Lots of people have nightmares and wake up tired. Means a Buggane could’ve slipped into your mind and bedroom.

They never take enough to kill you unless you see its rat like face.

8. Shadow people. I had an experience when I was in high school that made me believe.

I told this story before, but this was at my friend’s apartment building, which his parents owned. It wad a pretty old building in the Pilsen neighborhood of Chicago, and according to his dad it used to be owned by Al Capone, but I’m not sure how true that was. We had an apartment on the top floor that they let us just hang out in and it allowed us easy access to the roof so we could go smoke cigarettes.

One night, we were about to go up, but I had to pee, so I told him I’d meet him up there. After I was done, I went up the stairs to the attic portion that was connected to the roof. There were no lights, so we always used our phones to guide us. We had those old flip phones without lights, so you only had the light from the screen to help navigate the cluttered mess that was up there.

As I made my way to the roof door, I saw a shadow pass by me. Now this wasn’t like the shadow of something moving with the light of my phone, this shadow felt solid like a person. I followed the direction it went thinking it was my friend. I kept saying that I knew it was him and to stop playing around. It passed me a few more times, before heading to the other side of the attic and that’s when I heard my friends voice from downstairs.

He got a call from his girlfriend and was in another room talking to her the whole time. I have no idea what that shadow figure was, but it really freaked me out and I told my friend what happened and that I did not want to go back up there.

9. Thunderbirds. Native American traditions across the Great Plains have stories about Thunderbirds, and so do ancient and ancient South American cultures. Even accounting for the sharing of cultures through trade across the 2 continents, cultures that are vastly different and thousands of miles apart have similar tales of Thunderbirds. I think they’re extinct now, but I definitely think they were real.

10. Dragons just because they pop up in so many different cultures from Asia to Europe, and some in North American Indians. They seem pretty realistic minus the firebreathing part.

11. Real talk, I totally believe in ghosts. Not to the extent of all those weird ghost hunting shows on TV but I think that kind of after death thing is real. I don’t know if there’s a God and Devil but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were angels and demons that were really dead people looking to do good or bad in the afterlife. Maybe the spirit weakens its connection the longer its been dead which is why we never hear about the ghosts of cavemen and stuff like that. I dunno. It’s just cool to think about.

12. Gnomes. They exist in almost every folklore and people keep seeing them even today.

13. Mermaids. Not the ones you see in fairytales but the freaky green ones with fins and shit.

14. Sasquatch. There’s only circumstantial or anecdotal evidence, but it still seems legitimate to me. I don’t believe they are interdimensional travelers or some of the more silly crap people describe encountering (those are fun stories, though); it just seems very plausible that there is something humanoid out there keeping mostly to itself.

15. Well used to exist, but giants, too many ancient stories from completely independent cultural and ethnic groups globally to completely deny the possibility in my mind. In the not so distant past we had giant sloths, giant bears, giant cats, giant just about every other animal, humans are animals, so remains a possibility to me that there were giant hominids as well.

16. For hundreds, if not 1,000s of years, fairies have been throughout stories, literature, and tales. Little bright lights. Surly people were seeing something. Maybe it was assumed the orbs had tiny human form. Idk, could go hand in hand I suppose.

17. Mokele-mbembe. A sauropod that lurks in the massive jungle/swamp/rainforest in Central Africa.

18. I’m not superstitious, and I don’t necessarily believe in them, but I have Irish ancestry, so… I do my best not to piss off the fae. You probably won’t see anyone openly believing in them, but a surprising percent of these people follow the fae’s rules, at least in my family.

19. Wood-Elves, hidden away in the deepest parts of the world. They saw what we’re like long ago and vowed to keep themselves secret.

20. Banshee, scares the fuck out of me thinking about them.

21. The Wulver. Scottish werewolf, except it wasn’t a shape shifter, was never a human, said to be peaceful as long as it was left alone, helped lost travelers and was known to leave fish for poor families.

22. El chupacabra. It could very possibly be real, it really is not that crazy of a creature.

23. I am from East Africa and we also have mythology about skinwalkers. The most famous story is about two lions called the Ghost and The Darkness, they were two adult male lions without manes. They killed many workers of a British colonial railway and took their bodies as trophies and stored the cadavers in their cave. This is very very strange behavior for a lion or any other animal. Africans believe the the ghost and the darkness were two witchdoctors that turned into lions to fight the colonialist that were destroying the animals habitat. Both lions were eventually killed, they are now in a museum in America I think.

24. If there was an undiscovered folklore creature somewhere, I’d put all my money on it being one of the ocean ones; Loch Ness monster, Kraken, etc. Some sort of sea monster.

The ocean is so incredibly big and goes insanely deep. Who knows what we can’t see in the depths.

25. Yowies are also probably out there, along with other things. Australia (same as Canada) is so big and so uninhabited that, at least to me it’s really not that hard to accept that there are things out there that we don’t know about. I mean for all we know maybe these creatures are subterranean and are rarely on the surface.

26. Russian Yeti. There was a 3 hour documentary on Discovery and it freaked me out.

27. Bigfoot/Sasquatch. The stories of them go back hundreds of years in Native tribes. The description is not that far off from the Gigantopithecus that once really did exist. While it seems unlikely a sustainable breeding population of those could have remained alive this long, it’s not *impossible*. We’ve rediscovered other species thought extinct, and the Pacific Northwest is huge and there are a lot of very remote forests.

28. The Kraken. Giant Squid have finally been conclusively proven to exist in the last decade or so. It’s not beyond belief an even larger variety is out there.

29. Most of the ocean things I wouldn’t be surprised by. Considering coelacanths were thought to be extinct until relatively recently, I think it makes sense that there’s all sorts of crazy shit down there that we might never discover. It’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

30. I would not be terribly surprised for us to discover a North American ape or monkey living in the deep woods. But I will be shocked if it is more than two feet tall and fifty pounds. We humans are unbelievably bad at estimating size and distance. Ask any hunter about ground shrinkage and that is on an animal they love and know passionately and spends years staring at. Some one catching a glance of something odd and remembering it huge is not even a little unusual. TC mark

Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/january-nelson/2019/07/30-folklore-creatures-that-could-actually-exist/

One Tuesday after work, I received a text from somebody I didn’t want to hear from about a subject I didn’t want to talk about. It fell into the category of “I am fully aware I will lose sleep over this for the next week.” It was enough to shake my confidence and even warranted a purposefully ambiguous rant on Snapchat during my traffic-filled commute home. Which, if you know me, I only save for special occasions.

I was glued to my phone and had several friends inquire what was going on. I tried to tell them as much as I could through my anxiety clouded incoherence. While I appreciated having loved ones reach out, our conversations didn’t feel satisfying. Once I hung up the phone, I was still left alone to deal with this new problem looming over my head.

I do my best to be as emotionally self-reliant as possible, but life wouldn’t be authentic without a few sucker punches every once and a while. The truth is, I couldn’t properly articulate my feelings because I couldn’t effectively identify them. I felt stupid and exhausted after experiencing an entire range of human emotions within an hour.

I laid in bed, still dressed in binding corporate casual, staring at my ceiling fan. My phone buzzed again. Drowning in dread, I rolled over to check. It was a text from a friend of mine who hadn’t seen my 15-second video of my unraveled shrieking.

“My work is hosting a float tonight on the San Marcos river. I get a plus one. You down?”

The last two words felt as though someone had asked me to help them move a couch. Not even a love-seat, like a pull-out couch that weighs a ton. It didn’t sound very appealing, but it was the first text I received all afternoon that wasn’t about my problems. I considered my options. I could either stay glued on top of my comforter, undoubtedly staying awake all night over-analyzing, or I could meet up with my super cool friend who has a Matthew McConaughey Dazed and Confused type personality and float the river under a full moon.

Granted, I could’ve stayed home, ate a responsible dinner, and tried to be asleep at a reasonable time since it was a Tuesday. But I knew the funk I found myself in needed to be shook off. So, I turned off my phone for the rest of the day, packed a toothbrush, and jumped in my car.

An hour later, I found myself on an old school bus filled with strangers decked out in glow-sticks. Illuminated beach balls and various spiked seltzers were tossed around like a concert. Someone’s speaker drowned out the roar of the engine as we made our way into the night. I felt like I was on the way to the world’s coolest summer school.

If you’ve ever floated the river in the Hill Country area in Texas, congratulations. The feeling is impossible to describe to anyone who hasn’t. The closest you can get is by watching that one alt-J music video “Left Hand Free“. Which is, not coincidentally, shot entirely in New Braunsfels. It’s one of my favorite things about the state. The area is completely immersed in its own culture, it’s hard not to fall in love with it.

With that being said, floating the river at night is an entirely new experience. It’s rare to schedule, it’s relatively unsupervised, there’s little visibility, and snakes are not uncommon.

Fully aware of the risks, we jumped in. 90 Hill Country hippies began their journey under July’s full moon and I was a part of the pack for the night.

The float is about four hours, so I had plenty of time to partake in normal ‘river rat’ behavior until about 2 am. Coolers were emptied, rapids were braved, and we even pulled off to start a bonfire. The only source of light came from the multicolored neon streaks sprinkled around us, the quick flick of lighters, and the relentless moonlight spilling into the river. Frogs and cicadas composed the night’s soundtrack. The breeze was thick and cool from the preserved vegetation, providing a much-needed break from Texas sun.

At one point, probably after a White Claw or two, I found myself separated from my friends. Further up the river, I could hear laughter and an appropriate amount of raising hell, but I felt no compulsion to catch up to my friends at this time.

The current slowly led me around an open plane, free from the encompassing shadows of the overgrown branches of the trees. The moon was completely exposed and sent it’s bleached reflection to dance against the ripples carrying me along. I squinted to focus on her craters, remembering how incredibly big the universe is and how small I am. I was soaking in the cathartic view, feeling calm for the first time all day.

I passed out on my friend’s couch that night within ten seconds of laying down. I was exhausted and had a commute to work in a few short hours.

I’d like to say that my new problem didn’t cross my mind while I was on the river, but it did. However, I had it categorized differently now. I had time alone to simply be still and shut up for once. In my solitude, I felt at peace and could finally identify my feelings.

The float reminded me that this planet we inhabit slows down for no one. Life can suck sometimes, but there are too many good things in this world to let the negativity consume you. I’m entitled to experience them.

I returned to work the next day on time, pretty tired still, but absolutely ready to handle my tasks. I told none of my friends where I was or what I did. I had no desire to share. It was my own romantic chapter I wanted all to myself.

I ran away from my problems that night. While this may not sound like an appropriate response to anxiety, I wanted to get away from the drama. The difference is that I didn’t run away from my responsibilities. I knew I had work the next day, but I owed it to myself to spend some time out of my head.

The next time bad news has you feeling like running away, do it. Run away to a good place, a place that’s not your own. It’s unfamiliar and free for new positive experiences to be taken advantage of. Establish this memory as strictly yours. Cherish it and let yourself find peace through it. Feel everything you feel unapologetically, it’s a release. And the next day, resume being a boss bitch who can handle anything.

Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/caroline-core/2019/07/its-okay-to-run-away-from-your-problems/

There are plenty of reasons why you should run away from a relationship. Because it has become toxic. Because you realized you want completely different things from your future. Because you were hurt beyond repair. Because you aren’t sure this person is meant to be your forever.

But if the reason you’re thinking about running away is because the puppy love phase has ended and the love has grown stale, you should rethink your decision.  You should stay and try putting more effort into the relationship — and you should encourage your person to do the same.

It’s natural for the love to feel stale after you’ve been dating someone for years, after you’ve seen their good and bad sides, after you’ve grown comfortable around each other and have stopped trying so hard to make a good impression. It’s natural for you to miss the excitement you felt when you first got together, when you were first learning what made each other tick. Unfortunately, that feeling cannot last forever — but it can be replaced by a better feeling, by a stronger love.

Right now, the love might feel stale because you don’t feel the need to woo each other anymore, because you’ve stopped flirting with each other, because you trust that the other person isn’t going anywhere so you’ve relaxed and started going with the flow more.

While your comfort is a good thing, you should never stop flirting with your person. You should never stop taking each other out on dates. You should never stop complimenting each other and making each other feel sexy.

With your hectic schedules, it might be easier to stay home on your days off, but you don’t have to settle for date nights filled with pizza and beer. That’s fine every once in a while, but you should treat yourselves out on the town too. You should embark on new adventures. You should eat at new restaurants, visit new cities, and sign up for new classes.

When the love feels stale, it’s probably because you feel like you’ve already done everything together, because you feel like your firsts are finished, because you feel like you’ve fallen into a practiced routine. But you don’t have to stay in that routine. You can make a change at any time. You can redefine how you spend your weekends. You can rejuvenate your entire relationship.

When the love feels stale, you shouldn’t get angry with each other, you shouldn’t blame each other, you shouldn’t grow to resent each other. You should work as a team to figure out a solution, to figure out a way to make you both excited again.

When the love feels stale, don’t assume the relationship has run its course. Don’t assume you’re never going to get that butterfly feeling back. Don’t assume it’s time for you to walk away. If you and your person put in the time and the effort, then pretty soon, you’re going to consider your relationship perfect again. You’re not going to feel exactly like you did when you were in puppy love, you’re going to feel even better. TC mark

Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/holly-riordan/2019/07/dont-run-away-when-the-love-feels-stale/

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