I saw my wife.

I thought she was like trying to hide from me or something.

And then I hear my wife call me in the bedroom and I froze.

From haunted cabins and possible demons to chilling sleep paralysis episodes and encounters with creatures in the woods, we're gonna hear about a life engulfed by the paranormal.

My name is Edwin, and here is taught true scary story.

Back in twenty fifteen, my friend and I were out in Black Star Canyon, which is located in Orange County of California.

The history of Black Star Canyon there were tribes that were massacred and tortured, and all that energy remained Today it's a melting pot of energy.

In Black Spy Canyon, there is a trail that leads to a waterfall.

We decided to go hike that trail.

It was summertime, maybe three or four pm.

We went there to take pictures.

My buddy's camera bag was getting messed with.

I remember the bag was getting ipped and unzipped.

Occasionally you would hear the shutter go off.

He had the lens cap on, so it wouldn't really be taking picture of anything.

Just dark black.

We went all the way up to the trail, saw the waterfall, came back.

Nothing really happened.

On our way back home.

We reviewed all the pictures that were taken on accident.

We noticed that it was black, but then there's a darker focus, and some pictures even had like streaks of white.

My buddy Ed tried recapturing that picture with the white streaks and all, but it wouldn't really cut close to what was taken.

We went back home.

My parents went to Mexico, and my brother was out of the house, probably with his girlfriend.

My friend slept over.

It was probably about one or two am.

I woke up.

I felt just terrified.

I felt hot and cold.

I felt like my gut dropped.

I didn't even know why I was feeling this.

I remember I heard the sound of bare feet on tile.

I was shocked, and maybe no more than five seconds of just pure quiet.

The doorknob started rattling and it started shaking, maybe a good three seconds.

That felt like eternity.

By this point, Ed woke up and he was telling me, was that you No, that's not me.

After that conversation, I heard the sound of males scratching down a wall where I was at I looked at ed and he immediately just said, we're jumping through the window.

We were shaking.

We were terrified.

We slept in our own vehicles that night.

Whatever that thing was followed me or stuck around with me.

That would make the most sense.

Growing up, I never really experienced too many paranormal experiences.

It wasn't until then where things started happening.

During this time I was living in Chino, California.

Things that would happen around that house.

We would hear dog footsteps occasionally, we would hear our names getting called by our mom.

We would confront my mom like, Oh, we heard you call our name.

No it wasn't me.

No, I didn't call your name.

I would try to bring it up to my mom.

She's a very religious person.

She'd always just say, Oh, we just have to go to church, or oh, we have to get closer to God.

My brother and I we would talk about it, but after he moved out of the house, he just kind of forgot about it and didn't really care much about it.

In October twenty twenty two, I went back to Blackstar Canyon with another friend.

We wanted to get our spooky season on.

We wanted to get scared, so I remember all the events that happened in twenty fifteen.

I just said, you know what, let's go.

Let's go do it.

We're probably a good half mile away from the trail that leads to the waterfall.

We were just parked on the side of the road.

There's just nothing but like dirt and gravel.

My friend was like, man, I just want something to happen.

I was like, you know what, let's provoke it.

That way we could have something happen to us.

I stepped out of my vehicle, I went out for a smoke.

I did what no one was supposed to do, and I just started whistling out in the woods.

That was really, really dumb.

We heard a whistle back my friend.

She was in the truck.

She had her window down.

She heard the whistle.

I walked over to her side and I asked her, Oh, did you hear that?

Yeah, I heard that.

We thought nothing of it.

We thought it was just somebody trying to play a joke on us or something.

So we just went about our evening.

Rocks started being thrown at my truck.

We would hear like small pebbles bouncing off of my truck.

I want to go check it out, and I remember it smelled a lot like bad eggs or like sulfur, and it smelled like death.

Basically, I was like, you know, come on, let's go check it out.

Let's go see where these rocks were being thrown.

She didn't want to, so I was like whatever.

I remember me being alone, I felt just terrified.

I heard someone in some bushes nearby, probably good like twenty feet just yelling out help.

Help.

Every time they would yell, it was like a different voice and like a different octave.

After that, we drove off with haste because it is scary.

I remember when we were driving away, my friend was like, dude, like that didn't sound human.

We want to say it was probably like a skinwalker or something.

Because you have native tribes out there, you have a really really terrible massacre that happened hundreds of years ago, lots of bad energy, and it smelled like sulfur.

We immediately just assumed, hey, you know what, it's probably a skinwalker, so we probably shouldn't I shouldn't ever go back.

After October of twenty twenty two, I definitely realized that, Okay, whatever came from there back in twenty fifteen is with us in twenty twenty two and has followed me during this time.

Up until I moved out in twenty twenty four, I would be going to church and I would like be a little more serious of my faith and pray, pray and pray.

Once I moved out June twenty twenty four, things started changing.

We lived next to a lake.

It's a state park.

There's history at that lake.

When we first moved in here, not even two weeks someone like drowned at the lake.

Maybe it's just spirits coming from the lake, maybe because there are like also tribes that were here settling around the area, something, you know, But it could also be something that followed us.

In September, my wife and I got married.

We got married Friday the thirteenth, So September thirteenth.

We thought it was cute, but it really wasn't.

That whole week was literally torture.

I was going through a health scare.

Literally that Monday I had blood in my ear and like that's how bad it was, Like it was scary for me.

I would to say that whole week of us before we get married, being very stressed out, not really feeling it, being a little bit depressed.

All of that energy was just a huge amplification for like things to happen at our house.

Probably about a month later, my wife started getting scratched parts on her back, and it was always in threes.

I don't like scratching hard, or massaging hard, or like anything like that because I get grossed out.

Even the thought of, like my nails touching a metal street signed, I get grossed out.

So it's definitely not me.

I told my wife, maybe you did it to yourself.

When we were asleep.

We would hear our PlayStation turn on in the middle of the night, or if my wife is in the other room, she'll hear it turn on and I'm in the kitchen, or I'm at work.

I think this happened in August.

It was my day off.

It was a Monday.

I was just hanging out at home.

Myreen camera caught something.

They're doing construction across the street from us, in the same A complex.

I go and I check it out because I always got freaked out because we're on the second story.

Who wants to come visit us?

Hide an divide anybody over.

There was no movement, nothing from the heavy equipment, nothing from people walking around, nothing in the playback that could show that, you know, maybe that's what caught it.

Literally just nothing again, I'm just like doubting everything, like, okay, it has to be nothing, which luckily, nothing really did happen after we got married up until we got our dog.

We got a dog in September.

Odie is a Beagle Bassett houd mix.

Very short, very sweet, very very friendly.

We put door bells hanging over our door so our dog can get potty trained.

So every time he hits the bells that are hanging over our door, it means that, hey, I have to go potty or I want to go outside.

Sometimes they'll get hit when I'm getting ready for work and our dog, Odie, he's in his kennel, he's chilling, he's not doing anything.

He's not even hitting the bells.

The bells get hit by themselves.

My wife has also experienced this.

I'll already be at work and she'll call me when she's driving over to her job and tells me, hey, yeah, I heard the bells get wrung or yeah, something hit the bells.

We don't know what it is.

In October at the beginning of the month, I got laid off and I was at home with our dog.

We were both literally about to fall asleep, and he gets up and he just starts barking at the door and he growls at it, and I'm assuming that, oh, he probably wants to go to the bathroom or something.

But that's weird because normally, like he'll just hit the bells.

He's scared of everything.

Actually, Odie is terrified of everything.

Like we'd be walking around our apartment complex and he'd be scared of like decorations that are posted like on people's patios.

He'll be scared of like the little kids that are playing on their scooters and bikes.

Like he wouldn't want to move.

And so, you know, thinking about it now, it's kind of interesting that he was acting this way because normally he's just scared of things that he doesn't recognize.

But all of a sudden, he's growling and barking.

That's interesting behavior.

I remember I walked over to the door.

Right next to the door is our dining room table.

He didn't want to come close to me.

Normally he follows us.

Again, he's scared.

I was thinking maybe he wants a snack or something.

I go get him some of his streets and he's very food driven.

He didn't want to come next to me.

He didn't want to come near me nothing.

And I was like, okay, what if I just opened the door.

I opened the door.

This dog, our dog just is still on the couch.

He doesn't want to leave.

He doesn't want to move Normally, whenever you open the door, he jumps out, he runs out.

He's like, I'm outside, you know, he enjoys being outside, but he just doesn't want to come close to me.

Whatever is at the door is bothering him.

Right so Ever, since I moved out, like I haven't really been going to church, you know, I haven't really been like on point with my faith or whatever.

Even then, Like I'm a practicing Catholic.

I was raised in the Catholic household, but you know, I'm not the type to like pick up a Bible every night or like, you know, talk about anything related to Catholicism unless it's like demons.

I like to research demonology and spirits because I just find it fascinating.

You know.

For example, I find it funny there's there's a demon that has the head of a Chihuahuai thing or like just a really small dog.

Like I find that just interesting, Like who came up with that, you know?

And so I did a deep dive.

Now it's just like trying to find out, you know, what kind of demons would actually be there.

I ended up listening to a YouTuber that was talking about uh solomonic magic.

I accidentally heard this YouTuber summon Astaroth.

They were literally just reading these summons.

In order to summon this demon, you have to find the biggest tree in the forest, climb the biggest branch, say this that way, like a bunch of green butterflies come out.

Just a lot of things, a lot of steps to it.

But while they were saying that, they were also reading the summons.

It's like a four hour video of them just summoning Astraoth.

And I was like, oh, I think I messed up here.

And so the events after that started getting heavy at our apartment.

I wanted to say, you know what, I'm gonna be real with myself.

I'm just scared.

I'm just terrified that, like I listen to this and I'm paranoid that something's gonna happen.

So I'm going to let myself believe that everything is you know that demon.

My wife and Ivory we just finished watching TV in the living room and we walk over to our bedroom.

When you open the door, it's the living room on your left, the kitchen on the right.

It's open concept.

At the very end, there's a doorway that leads into a very small hallway, maybe about ten feet.

On the left is our bedroom.

On the right is the bathroom.

I hang a right.

I go to the bathroom.

My wife's getting ready for bed, and I come out.

I walk over to where the doorway is.

Something catches my eye.

I look over at the kitchen counter because that's where I saw something, and I saw my wife.

I thought she was like trying to hide from me or something.

She's goofy like that, so she likes to surprise me with things.

And then I hear my wife call me in the bedroom and I froze.

I was like, oh, I thought you were in the kitchen.

I closed the door.

I put the lock on it.

That's how scared I was.

A couple days after that, it was lunchtime and my wife calls me.

We both take the same lunch shower, and she calls me.

She tells me, Hey, remember the other day when you looked over at the kitchen counter and you thought you saw something.

Yeah, when we were walking into the bedroom, I saw a shadow figure in the kitchen and I was like, why didn't she tell me right there then there?

And she was like, no, because I don't want to feed into their energy.

That gave me the confirmation of Okay, I'm not being paranoid.

This is real.

She's had things happen to her.

She has experiences with santeria and paranormal you know, it's nothing new to her.

And with that being said, I believe that something followed her from her old home and the conversations with her.

She doesn't want to talk about it in our home.

She'd much rather talk about it away from our home.

That way, like we're not feeding into their energy, we can both agree that we have heard like our dog out of his cage even though like he's in his kennel.

I even have this on video.

I tried to like spy out on Odie.

He was out of his kennel.

He was eating food.

You could very very well hear him like walking up to me, but like he's still eating food and he's I don't know, like a good nine feet away from me, this dog.

He was still eating, but you could hear him walking up to me.

And so I was getting confused because like every time I would hear him come up close to me, like I would look down, I'd point the phone down, and he wouldn't be there.

He'd still be over at the end of the table where his food is and his water.

Even though I was getting confused because I was like, Okay, maybe my phone isn't capturing this right.

And like even I like tilted my head out to see him, and I would hear like his doggy paws and like the nails hitting the sound of his nails hitting the floor of our apartment walking closer to me.

Just the other day as well, my wife she heard that too, and she was like, yeah, but Odie isn't over there, like Odi is eating food or Odie is on the couch like playing with the stuffed animals.

But we're able to hear him.

That's crazy, Like whatever it is, it's mimicking her dog, and it's taking sheep of my wife, maybe even me.

I don't even know that.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

Sometimes I play guitar.

I have one guitar that's always on my guitar stand.

It's on the floor when we first moved in, from the moment we moved in until now.

Like my wife swears up and down that whenever I'm not home, the guitar will strum by itself.

Like you could hear the guitar strum.

I just thought, you know, like it could be a number of things.

Again the skeptic.

I'm trying to be strong.

I'm trying to be the bigger person, you know.

But when my wife was out in Vegas, I heard the guitar strum twice.

It was a good like someone's trying to play, like like metal.

They were strumming it hard, and I was like, oh, this isn't supposed to happen.

It was.

It was terrible.

It terrified me bad.

And the dog didn't do anything, which is surprising, you know.

I want to say, it's just all the negative energy that has followed us from our households.

I came from a house where I was locked up in my room.

I had depression.

I had a lot of anger.

My wife as well, you know, we look forward to every time we would be out of the house, even if it's just to pick up a case of water.

You know, all the negative energy that her and I both have had, I feel like it just compiled into this bigger mass and you know, moving in together, Like we live a pretty happy life.

I would say, probably the most happy life that we would both have outside of our family's house.

I remember I talked to my cousin one time.

He's like pretty religious.

He would like bring up some really interesting things like do you smell anything burning in the house, Do you feel like you have another pair of eyes in the room with you?

Does it get hot?

Does it get cold when the temperatures like definitely not that hot or cold?

Yeah it does, it does.

Yeah, you got to get like closer to God.

And I've been praying more to the archangel Michael.

Archangel Michael's artifacts are just really powerful and most of the time, like those are the ones to get rid of, like the stronger demons that like possess people.

And so I've been praying to Michael and man like, I feel like a lot of things have calmed down here and there.

I would really really want to do kind of like a nice little EVP session or like just a little bit of ghost hunting at our apartment, mostly so that I could get more information of whatever this being is.

Maybe the solution here is to get a blessing done or get a cleansing.

But I tried contacting a church to like get a blessing or like a cleansing, but I haven't heard back from anyone.

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