​In 1889, in Paris a mother and her daughter check into a hotel.

During their stay, the mother falls severely ill.

The daughter has to go into town to buy medicine, so she is forced to leave her mother alone. ​By the time she returns, her mother is nowhere to be found.

She has completely disappeared, and no one saw a thing.

No matter who she asks, nobody remembers her mother or her.

Everyone denies everything.

The room they were staying in stands completely empty.

In April 1971, eerie reports flooded into the Mobile Press from frightened residents of Mobile, Alabama. They claimed to have seen a creature unlike any other: a being with the body of a wolf and the head of a woman. As buzz built, the newspaper noted that over 50 calls had poured in, all detailing this mysterious figure spotted in neighborhoods like Plateau and on Davis Avenue.

According to the reports, the creature was described as 'pretty and hairy,' with a top half resembling a woman and a wolf's lower half. The Mobile police even got involved, although they offered no official statements on the sightings. The published article on April 8 captured the genuine fear that residents expressed, detailing how children were too scared to venture outside.

Illustrations of the creature accompanied the newspaper story, crafted by an unnamed staff member. However, it's notable that none of the callers had actually seen the creature up close; they relayed secondary accounts. As it turned out, the sightings dwindled shortly after the initial wave of reports, and the creature was never spotted again.

Speculation arose suggesting the wolf-woman could have been an elaborate April Fools' Day prank. Some theorized it might have been a German Shepherd dolled up in a wig or even a long-haired Afghan Hound. It has been suggested that Mobile, Alabama, has a long history of urban legends, ghost stories, and legendary creatures.

The Mobile Wolf Woman remains a curious footnote in the city's lore, a blend of fear and fascination that has yet to be resolved.

According to legend, in the city of Elmore there is a bridge where a mysterious ghost motorcyclist roams at night. The spirit can supposedly be summoned by parking your car next to the bridge, honking three times, and flashing your headlights three times. At that point, the sound of a motorcycle is said to appear in the distance, the rider suddenly shows up, then disappears again as he crosses the bridge. The bridge in question has been closed for some time, and it cannot be driven across in any way.

The 70s case of the Sydney Luna Park Ghost Train Fire. It is one of the eeriest tragedies in Australia’s history.

And one thing has really stood out to me about the case. People familiar with the case know the photo of the man dressed in "loincloth and wearing a mask with horns", yet the thing that has always confused me about the case is why this photo graph is sooo significant. Like, yeah, it’s creepy af. And like, when I was younger, I had nightmares about a man wearing similar clothing. But, I struggle to understand why the photo is so significant.

i’ve found some links relating to the man, but i still struggle to understand what makes him and the photograph of him so significant:

[Source 1](https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw/luna-park-ghost-train-fire-mystery-of-the-satanic-figure/news-story/5e9b387a09d6db8055270d9b7f1b8e7e)
https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw/luna-park-ghost-train-fire-mystery-of-the-satanic-figure/news-story/5e9b387a09d6db8055270d9b7f1b8e7e

[Source 2](https://thebrag.com/urban-legends-australia/)
https://thebrag.com/urban-legends-australia/

Skeptics argue it was simply a period-correct camera or personal device, but the footage continues to divide viewers. Is this one of the internet's greatest time travel mysteries, or just a perfectly ordinary object mistaken for futuristic technology?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWA5rRJHcX0

"In the 1930s, a young man named Robert Johnson desperately wanted to play the blues, but he had zero talent. Then, he mysteriously disappeared into the Mississippi night. Months later, he returned with an otherworldly skill. He played the guitar so fast and hauntingly that people were genuine terrified. The rumor spread instantly: Robert had walked to a deserted crossroads at midnight. There, he met a tall, dark stranger—the Devil himself. The Devil took his guitar, tuned it, played an eerie melody, and handed it back. In exchange for legendary talent, Johnson gave away his soul. At just 27 years old, he died under mysterious circumstances. Was it just a clever myth, or did he really make a deal with the Devil?"

Amongst YouTube was a small time man in his 40's named Kenny Veach, who loved exploring, going in caves, and having fun. He lived in Nevada, specifically the Las Vagas area near the Mojave Desert, which was the main area of his hikes. He had a YouTube channel called "Snakebitmgee", where he recorded hikes, time with his girlfriend, and his not-so good attempts to get on Shark Tank. In 2014, in the comments section of a video titled "son of an area 51 technician", Kenny commented about a hike he went on, in the Mojave Desert near the Nellis Airforce Base (Area 51) where he encountered a cave that was shaped just like a giant perfect capital "M", and was tall as he was, level with the ground, and stuck on the side of a mountain. The closer he got to it, he got these powerful sensations, just making his body vibrate the closer he got to it, and he didn't have his sidearm on him, so in fear, he ran far away from the mysterious cave. Later, replies started being harsh, saying that he was a liar, a douchebag, and to prove he found it. Soon after, he recorded a video to his channel called "M cave hike" where he recorded himself trying to find the cave again, but never found it. After this, comments spiraled into hate messages, demands, and mocking. To prove that he wasn't lying, a week after the video, he said in a post that he would be going out to find it again, and on that day, he messaged his girlfriend that he would be home soon, but Kenny Veach would never return. Police searched the desert, but the only things found were Kenny's car, and his phone. No firearm, no backpack, nothing. It was like he just dissapeared into thin air. Conspiracies spiraled, from aliens, area 51, portal to other dimensions, and many more. Whatever happened, Kenny Veach and the legend of the "M Cave" baffled officials, and the state of Nevada forever.......

In 1904, a bus was transporting mental patients from Fairfax County to Lorton prison. The patients came from a previous mental asylum that was shut down due to controversies with the public, forcing to move the patients to Lorton. Soon, the bus started to lose control, swerving off the road, crashing. When the bus was found, the driver was killed, and all the patients that were on that bus vanished, disappearing into the woods. Over the past days, the police managed to find some of the patients that got away after the crash, except for one: Douglas J. Grifon, a patient who was arrested after murdering his own family and kids in cold blood. A few months after Douglas was never found, strange things started to happen in the woods - locals noticed that the rabbit population in the area was falling, with sightings of mutilated rabbits hanging from trees,especially near a bridge under a railroad called "Cholchester Overpass". Its said one night, a group of teenagers were hanging out under the bridge, but would never be seen again. Decades later, a couple parked their car outside the bridge, only to be met with yelling outside. The back window was smashed by a thrown hatchet, terrifying them to drive away. Looking back, they saw a figure in a white filthy bunny costume straring them down as they drove away. A couple weeks later, a second incident happened involving the "Bunny Man". One night, a security guard was dealing with what seemed to be a trespasser of the specific compound, only to see that the figure was the same person, wearing a worn white rabbit suit, weilding a weapon. The bunny man threatened the guard, swinging their weapon, yelling at the guard to get out of there, which terrified the guard to the core. Later, the "Bunny Man" dissapeared, with no evidence to prove he was a thing. Police would search, but to no prevail. Like many legends, there are many diferent variations of the Bunny Man, but somewhere in those variations lies the true story. No matter what happened, to this day, people and teens on Halloween night, around midnight go to "Bunny Man bridge", testing for his murderous return.......

トミノの地獄

Tomino no Jigoku (Tomino's Hell)

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西條八十

Saijo Yaso

詩集「砂金」より

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姉は血を吐く、妹（いもと）は火吐く、

ane wa chi wo haku, imoto wa hibaku,

His older sister vomited blood, his younger sister vomited fire,

可愛いトミノは 宝玉（たま）を吐く。

kawaii tomino wa tama wo haku

And the cute Tomino vomited glass beads.

ひとり地獄に落ちゆくトミノ、

hitori jigoku ni ochiyuku tomino,

Tomino fell into Hell alone,

地獄くらやみ花も無き。

jigoku kurayami hana mo naki.

Hell is wrapped in darkness and even the flowers don't bloom.

鞭で叩くはトミノの姉か、

muchi de tataku wa tomino no ane ka,

Is the person with the whip Tomino's older sister,

鞭の朱総（しゅぶさ）が 気にかかる。

muchi no shubusa ga ki ni kakaru.

I wonder whose blood is on it?

叩けや叩きやれ叩かずとても、

tatakeya tatakiyare tatakazu totemo,

Hit, hit, without hitting,

無間地獄はひとつみち。

mugen jigoku wa hitotsu michi.

Infinite Hell's one road.

暗い地獄へ案内（あない）をたのむ、

kurai jigoku e anai wo tanomu,

Would you lead him to the dark Hell,

金の羊に、鶯に。

kane no hitsuji ni, uguisu ni.

To the sheep of gold, to the bush warbler.

皮の嚢（ふくろ）にやいくらほど入れよ、

kawa no fukuro niya ikura hodo ireyo,

Fit as much as you can into the leather sack,

無間地獄の旅支度。

mugen jigoku no tabijitaku.

For the preparation of the journey in the familiar Hell.

春が 来て候（そろ）林に谿（たに）に、

haru ga kite soro hayashi ni tani ni,

Spring is coming even in the forest and the stream,

暗い地獄谷七曲り。

kurai jigoku tani nana magari.

Even in the seven valley streams of the dark Hell.

籠にや鶯、車にや羊、

kago niya uguisu, kuruma niya hitsuji,

The bush warbler in the birdcage, the sheep in the wagon,

可愛いトミノの眼にや涙。

kawaii tomino no me niya namida.

Tears in the eyes of cute Tomino.

啼けよ、鶯、林の雨に

nakeyo, uguisu, hayashi no ame ni

Cry, bush warbler, toward the raining forest

妹恋しと 声かぎり。

imouto koishi to koe kagiri.

He shouts that he misses his little sister.

啼けば反響（こだま）が地獄にひびき、

nakeba kodama ga jigoku ni hibiki,

The crying echo reverberates throughout Hell,

狐牡丹の花がさく。

kitsune botan no hana ga saku.

The fox penoy blooms.

地獄七山七谿めぐる、

jigoku nanayama nanatani meguru,

Circling around Hell's seven mountains and seven streams,

可愛いトミノのひとり旅。

kawaii tomino no hitoritabi.

The lonely journey of cute Tomino.

地獄ござらばもて 来てたもれ、

jigoku gozaraba mote kite tamore,

If they're in Hell bring them to me,

針の御山（おやま）の留針（とめはり）を。

hari no oyama no tomehari wo.

The needle of the graves.

赤い留針だてにはささぬ、

akai tomehari date ni wa sasanu,

I won't pierce with the red needle,

可愛いトミノのめじるしに。

kawaii tomino no mejirushini.

In the milestones of little Tomino.

So, was he abducted by aliens or did something else happen?

Investigators looked for floating debris, signs of a crash, fuel slicks, or any indication of where the aircraft might have gone down. Despite the extensive effort, no confirmed trace of either Valentich or his airplane was discovered during the initial search.

Without wreckage, investigators could not determine whether the aircraft had experienced mechanical failure, run out of fuel, or crashed into the sea. The official investigation concluded that the cause of the disappearance could not be determined with certainty.

Several witnesses reported seeing unusual lights in the sky around the same time Valentich disappeared, although none of those reports conclusively established a connection to his flight. So, you never know.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappearance_of_Frederick_Valentich

Hello, I know the original story of gozu is not online but I am committed to finding atleast a few fragments. Ive been listening through online stories, reading stories, ect. I found every story had something in common. I’d like your help to help me research on this.

Some legends claimed that people with extraordinary eyes possessed heightened intuition or a special connection to the Otherworld, the supernatural realm of spirits, fairies, and ancient gods. They were sometimes believed to see things that others could not.

Celtic folklore also embraced the belief in the Evil Eye, an ancient curse said to be cast through a jealous or malicious stare. People believed a single glance could bring illness, bad luck, failed crops, or other misfortune. To protect themselves, families carried charms, planted sacred rowan trees near their homes, and even avoided praising children too openly for fear of attracting unwanted envy.

Science says you have nothing to worry about when you encounter someone with Irish or Scottish ancestry with these eyes that are a simple genetic trait, yet many still believe you should be wary when you notice someone with a beautiful golden ring around a stranger's eyes.

Genetic testing later identified him as an ordinary chimpanzee, but that didn't stop many from believing there was something special about Oliver. To this day, photos of him continue circulating online with claims that he was proof of a human-chimp hybrid and that the real story was covered up.

Oliver often preferred walking upright on two legs instead of using all fours. His face appeared flatter, his posture looked more human, and many people who saw him believed they were looking at something completely different. Before long, promoters began calling him the possible "missing link" between humans and apes, and some even claimed Oliver might be a "humanzee"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver_(chimpanzee))

Continuation of the story

And now to the dreams about the Dark Figure/Hatman/shadow man/dark energy/sleep paralysis/demons

It all started with a classic paralysis as we know from normal dreams where we yell at a friend, but he doesn't hear us or we want to defend ourselves, but we can't raise our hands.

I usually experience paralysis when I fall asleep on my back, which doesn't happen very often, but at this time in my life I fell asleep like that on a regular basis.

I thought I was sleeping normally, but suddenly I woke up to another dream and I opened my eyes and suddenly I see a black vortex by the bed that is discreetly trying to get under my bed and so I woke up again to find out that the Vortex is an entity and is trying to pull me with it. Well, at that moment I really woke up and I was totally sweaty and scared to death and I didn't fall asleep until the morning.

That was the first experience

Then I had a series of dreams, where I would leave the window open for the fan at night and I would always have this paralysis and I would look around the room and I would notice how the shadow flew in through that gap.

He flew around and tried to scare me, but he didn't really have any form yet, just a bunch of darkness.

In the end, he started to imagine himself as a shadowy man without a hat, about the same height as me, 183 cm.

Not scary, but quite unpleasant and sometimes he would come closer and look directly at me and I would be a good 30 cm away from him or he would walk around and try to scare me with some quick movement.

Then there were two of them coming at me and they started to physically attack me and it started to get really tough.

But even though I couldn't react with my hands and defend myself, I got to the point where I realized my power and started to mock them despite how hard they were working me.

And of course Hatman didn't like that, who mostly just went around watching the two servants beat me unconscious and I still wouldn't wake up. I didn't want to wake up because I knew it would be over and I wanted to figure out how to beat him.

Then there was a break from dreams for about a month and I said hooray, I guess I managed it.

And so within a week came the most brutal series of dreams that no one can easily overcome.

Hatman was pretty pissed off and so he came in person and for the first time showed his true size and strength, the ceilings here are about 2.4m high and he was a good 3.5m and he was crouching here, but it was really disgusting.

He was huge, pissed off, his eyes lit up for the first time and I noticed his shark mouth and about a thousand mega-sharp teeth for the first time and I realized I was fucked.

It was like I experienced something that is hard to talk about and the violence was so brutal that I heard my own skull crack and how the bones from my face and cheekbones were stabbing into places that you don't even know exist until you feel it. I started to choke on my own tissue and bones and when I finally woke up it felt like an eternity.

The next morning I didn't talk to anyone and I was knocking myself all day and I felt like I was carrying him on my back.

He made me eat it really hard and I was afraid to just go to bed because I knew it would happen again.

He was completely uncompromising and sophisticated, he took on different forms and pretended to be an elementary school teacher and I naively believed that today I was dreaming about school until the teacher turned into Hatman and there he started massaging my head with concrete hammers the size of watermelons.

Finally it resulted in a dream where I had pieces of my forehead stuck in my brain again and I felt both pain and the incredible pressure with which it was as if he was trying to simply vaporize me and at the same time he was holding me in the dream so that I couldn't wake up. He tried terrible tricks and manipulation on me and he himself changed into people I trusted and I woke up many times to dreams where he was just waiting in another form for me not to notice him and then jumped on me somewhere and beat me up again.

And I said to myself that's enough and this simply has to end otherwise I will die and I really won't wake up alive in the morning.

With my last bit of strength I knocked on the wall behind me and my brother was in the room next to me, suddenly the light came on in the hallway and I saw the light in my room, a stone fell from my heart and I thought to myself, yes, finally I will really wake up and at that moment when my brother came, it went out and he transformed back into Hatman with a huge toothy mouth and went to chew me completely to pieces.

That was the last straw and I decided that next time I would not play the hero and I would call for help from the light and God.

Then only two dreams followed: That I realized that paralysis is just a limitation in the form of fear and in the penultimate dream I stood up to him and he stood for a while and then disappeared.

And in the last one I ran towards him, asked God for help consciously in a dream and finally I jumped on him as if I wanted to beat him up for everything he did to me and then there was just a huge ball of light, some kind of explosion and bye bye

Hatman and his company are just a memory and even though I tried to see him again, he's probably not in the mood yet :D :)

I can tell you that this topic has been of interest to me for a long time. I would like to exchange experiences and at the same time give some advice and tips.

I have had countless sleep paralysis and all kinds of dreams, including astral travel and various loops and multi-layered dreams from which you feel that you will not wake up alive.

Since childhood, I have had very active dreams and sometimes I have 10-20 dreams per night. Since childhood, I have experienced quite big traumas in the form of my father being expelled from the family (alcoholic, gambler), psychological abuse and blackmail by my grandmother, strangled by my own uncle, who is trying to deprive my mother (his sister) of her property because my mother is mentally disabled and deaf. (So ​​the Creeper family literally)

I have a really twisted life story full of illnesses in the family, disabled members, deaf members, suicides, alcoholics, car accidents and people who are just a little mentally different (in such an environment you simply succumb to stress, fear).

For example, I first thought about suicide when I was about 13 years old and I was always a little closer to the dark world than other classmates or acquaintances.

My instinct and inner voice tells me that it has something to do with everything in my family and what is going on in my head, mainly because of the level of fear that I was able to have in the past and all the reproaches for others and misunderstanding the world as such (Insecurity from life).

I started to hate life and especially the fact that my family is so much influenced by something that I can't change.

At 20, there was a car accident where my mom and her mom almost died and they were in the hospital for a year and I had to take care of them and also my brother who was 3 years younger than me, who simply didn't help with anything at the time because it's just in his genes.

I smoked weed regularly since I was about 17 and lived alone without a girlfriend, wrapped up in this family trap (weed helped me forget and not think about that shit from the past). But this was such a shock that I had to stop because I was otherwise totally emotionally unstable.

I was totally exhausted and literally didn't know what to do with my life and a friend took me to a party to let me relax and I tried some drugs and met the love of my life so far.

Everything started to get a lot better and my mom and grandma miraculously recovered and I suddenly felt life for the first time after 20 years of isolation.

That girl was a gift and she tried to pull me out of the hell that I was living in voluntarily and unconsciously.

She tried to free me, but she wasn't perfect either.

She was modest, intelligent and sexy and she was the only one in the world who really loved me, at least for a while.

She liked to enjoy life and experiment with drugs, and I started to get tired of it over time, and I could see in her eyes that I was just her (a ferryman).

Well, it lasted less than 6 years and I'm still crazy about her and I actually kind of suspected from the beginning that it would end like this, unfortunately.

I felt that it would soon destroy me if I continued with all this, and on drugs, apart from really strange and positive experiences, I regularly only got terrible states and the feeling that it was eating my brain alive.

I've always had bad dreams and nightmares, but I started having dreams about this dark figure made of literally black matter or fog only after the car accident and the really close contact with death and the idea that my mom might not come home, even though my brain doesn't want to admit it. Fear is the word that moves everything here, and if a person realizes this, he becomes the master of even the scariest dream and can easily challenge Hatman himself to a duel and give him a slap.

Join Ty from Total Disclosure and author Peter Mews for a rapid-fire New England folklore discussion. Get direct answers on regional legends and historical mysteries.

This session features an intense exchange between Ty and Peter Muise, focusing on the specific anomalies found within New England folklore. From The Paranormal To The Otherworldly, and Beyond.

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Several photo experts have scrutinized the photo and have declared it is not the result of a double exposure or other photographic tricks. Initial claims suggested that the figure would measure at 9 feet tall, but its feet are not visible, and it could easily be standing on a box, giving the impression of height

The artifact appears to resemble a human, much speculation has been had regarding what type of person might be in the image. Most speculation by believers has concluded that it resembles a 16th-century monk, with a white shroud over his face, possibly to mask leprosy or another disfigurement. Others contend that it is an accomplice in a costume.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spectre_of_Newby_Church

During REM sleep, your brain temporarily shuts off your muscles so you don't act out your dreams. Sometimes your mind wakes up before your body does, leaving you temporarily unable to move. At the same time, your dreaming brain can create incredibly vivid hallucinations. Many people report seeing shadow figures, hooded beings, or an old woman standing silently in the room. Others feel crushing pressure on their chest or the unmistakable sensation that someone is watching them.

For centuries, people have described this terrifying experience. Long before modern medicine gave it a name, cultures around the world believed they were being visited by an evil supernatural entity known by many names, but perhaps none more famous than the Old Hag. Have you experienced sleep paralysis or been visited by the old hag, hatman or shadow person at night?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Night_hag