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For the daring, you can try the smallest raft slide, the Pelican Plunge, which takes you on a curvy ride over feet long. This resort is perfect for families because of the large rooms that sleep up to 7 guests. Most rooms feature two double beds and a nook with bunk beds and an extra TV. The 30, sq ft indoor water park is very family friendly with plenty of shallow pool areas and kiddie slides. They offer free life jackets for children, which is very helpful.

The water park has an interesting layout as it is spread across 3 levels of the building. Kiddie pools, slides and lap pool are on the bottom floor. The fun lazy river with several water features and entrances to the two bigger water slides on the second floor. Finally, the two big watersides, which alternate being open, are on the third floor. In addition, it is very close to many Branson restaurants and attractions making it a convenient choice for families. Stefanie Cornwall — Making of a Mom https: The activities on property include: In addition, there is an ice cream parlor and pizza shop, as well as other dining options.

Grand Country Resort is also home of the Grand Country Music Hall that features a lot of great, family friendly shows. The best part of Grand Country Resort just might be the two story indoor and outdoor waterpark that features a lazy river, kiddie pools, slides, tree house with water features and a huge 1, gallon tipping bucket. Grand Country Resort is right on the main strip of Branson — highway This means, even though there is dining, entertainment and activities right at your resort, you are also close to all the other tourist attractions in the city.

You can easily enjoy other dining, shopping, shows, museums, and attractions not far from your hotel room. All this makes Grand Country Resort a win-win in the vacation department! Perhaps the most fun thing at Great Wolf Lodge Traverse City — amongst the many options to choose from — is the wide range of events.

As with Great Wolf Lodge waterpark resorts, the Traverse City location has a fantastic waterpark, along with an arcade and spa, evening story time, the great clock tower show, and plenty of kids activities play room, wolfercize, wolf walk, and more. But what our family loves most is to attend during seasonal events — Magical snowland, Howl-o-ween, Trick or Treat Trail, Spooktacular story time, Visits with Santa, etc.

The park has a relaxing lazy river, four slides, splash area for the littlest kids, a wave pool and even a hot tub and a sauna for parents! In the summer they open a retractable roof to let the sun in. It is better to call ahead for day passes in the high season. Click here for great deals on Cape Codder on TripAdvisor!

Located in historic French Lick, Indiana, Big Splash Adventure is a unique water park destination featuring 40, square feet of aqua action under a retractable roof. Families who are also looking for convenient hotel accommodations will be thrilled to find the variety of room types available in the same facility including room suites with four bunk beds. Create unforgettable memories zipping down one of four water slides or exploring the park from a lazy trip down the Lost River.

Kids of all ages will enjoy the Buccaneer Bay splash pad or one of many other activities. Rumbling tummies can be satisfied with a pizza or other snacks from the Galley Grill just outside the water park next to the Treasure Chest arcade. Also under this same complex roof is The Boatyard restaurant that offers family friendly dining. Our crew agrees this stop in beautiful southern Indiana is a favorite on our list.

Mary Beth Goff — http: We love visiting this hotel several times a year, as it is close and super fun for the whole family! The main attraction is the huge indoor water park. With slides, a wave pool, toddler area and many other attractions, there is something for your entire family to enjoy. But there is lots more to do here besides the water park! GWL has many activities to keep your family entertained. They have an arcade, bowling, laser tag and glow in the dark mini golf which the kids love! You can also purchase a Pup Pass for the younger kids, which includes activities suitable for the younger crowd and they get to pick a stuffed animal at the end of their adventure to take home.

For the older kids, the very popular MagiQuest is available. This is an interactive game and kids must walk from station to station all over the hotel. Kind of like a scavenger hunt that will keep them entertained for hours! As you can see, there is lots to do at the Great Wolf Lodge for every member of your family. You may come for the water park attraction, but will soon discover so much more your family can enjoy! If you are in Georgia check out the Great Wolf Lodge there! I love how family travel is such an amazing way to deepen your family bond! We have 4 kids and 2 dogs and we sold everything so we could simplify our life, focus on our family, and travel!

If the fit is right I am willing to relocate! I know everything in what to do at Safari Joe but I love Grounds! I would love to hear other suggestions for Maui. Thank you for another wonderful article!!! Our dogs have never been to doggy daycare or dog parks, thankfully we have a very large fenced yard for them to safely play. Our guys wear the breakaway collars, or none at all, because they are major neck biters when they play.

Doggy Day Care –Fun for Fido or Not?

The Princess then has a regular routine of going over to the Aussie and pretending to grab him, which initiates the play and herding routine with the BC. Excellent additions from readers, thank you all so much. A few additions of my own: One is about the ratio of staff to dogs. A few others, who also run day cares, said they thought was too many dogs; one had a ratio of 1: My own Cool Hand Luke went to puppy classes for years, and was brilliant with young dogs until he was about eight or nine. At that point, rather than give a polite tooth display to a rude puppy, he growled and lunged fast and hard.

I thanked him for over 7 years of excellent service and never took him back to puppy class again. I checked it and had no trouble. I really appreciate your style Trisha and regularly refer customers to your materials and posts. I carry many of your books in our lending library at Red Rover and love to acquire new ones to share. Equating your reaction to forced socialization at 5 years old to how an adult dog reacts is apples-to-oranges.

Incidentally I homeschool my now 8 year old child. When she reacted to care at 5 as you did, we walked away together. Humans are very dependent upon their parents, especially their mothers, at that age. My hope, which was eventually rewarded, was that she would develop a more healthy reaction to time with her peers with my support and time.

Now she pushes me away when she gets a chance to socialize with other children. I am fascinated by animal behavior and opened a dog daycare to meet the needs of dogs like my own and to allow myself the freedom to return to school for an advanced degree. Dogs have survived in our nightcare because staff were onsite to call for emergency care not from being in our care but for other emergencies such as a bad reaction to new meds in one case. We provide daycare for dogs who have limited chance for canine exposure without coming to Red Rover.

Too many people have just one dog. I personally believe the life of a healthy dog who does not get an opportunity to be with other dogs is sad. When I rescue a dog who is uncomfortable around other dogs I push their boundaries gently, if possible and safe to do so, and have been rewarded with a happier, more confident dog. Ask me about Leo. Granted dog daycare is not for all dogs. I liken it to clubbing at 48 with a bunch of somethings. Not my idea of fun. That said I DO socialize with other people in groups I enjoy. I would not enjoy living a life without opportunities to socialize with other humans.

I do not think dogs should have to either. What I like about this article is that it is open to other ideas you do admit your prejudice , has good general guidelines for choosing a daycare, and that you admit there are good daycares out there. We know our own children best.

We supervise them at all times when out together. Many dogs just prefer to be out alone one at a time. These dogs are always supervised when out together. I currently have a dog of my own who does enjoy day care. He goes to a daycare once a week just to play with other dogs. He is very social. The day care is run and staffed by the owners of the facility no outside staff and a busy day would be 20 dogs.

Every other dog I have ever owned would have been horrified to be dropped off at day care but this one just loves it. I do refer people to this day care if I think their dog would benefit from it. The owner says that day care should make your dog a better dog socially, not just a tired dog and the end of daycare. He wants the dogs to be easier for the owners to take with them other places because of their experience at day care. I wish that I had had these resources or even bothered to look at these resources before I put my two through almost two years of doggy daycare. They both went when they were little and by the time my boy was asked to leave he was a nervous wreck, picking fights etc etc.

The staff to dog ratio was utter bollocks — at times 1 person to dogs. Bobby was stressed, irritable, didnt like other dogs in his face and we have had to deal with the consequences since. We thought doggy day care would take care of everything especially some training. It took care of nothing. Now I can see that they were so hyped up at the prospect of going and when they came home they were literally so exhausted from the stress that they slept right through and I put it down to being so happy and tired from a full day of planning.

The staff were not trained and there was no proper evaluation from what I could tell. I never even got told about interactions that Bobby had with other dogs until it was too late or weeks later. I even went there for one hour — well I lasted about 30 mins I couldnt take it, it was so loud and horrible I actually cannot believe I left my dogs there. Sorry, have to respond to Heather Mycholuk. I also think daycare is a great option for the right dog and the right situation.

Like any service, you need to do the right research, but it can be great fun for mostly outgoing, YOUNG dogs. And there are always those dogs that can be changed. But, lo and behold, over time and with the right guidance, I saw them gain confidence and turn into outgoing, happy dogs. After all, look at you, Trisha. You hated going to school, but now you are a warm, outgoing, respected public speaker.

Just goes to show ya!

Thanks for taking the time to chime in Heidi, I greatly appreciate it. I agree with you absolutely that day cares can be great for some dogs and can help some dogs become more comfortable around others. My primary point was that day cares vary widely, and dogs vary widely, and one needs to be very thoughtful about matching up Dog A to Daycare B.

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And I do appreciate those of you who have defended people who take their dogs to day care. Most owners I know who utilize day cares are the kind of people who care deeply about their dogs. Of course there are owners who over utilize such services, but then, our species is a highly varied, and often illogical one, right? I have to agree with the statement that you have to know your dog.

We have 2 dogs. One is a Border Collie who hates doggie daycares. It is far too chaotic for him and he becomes a big ball of stress. My Australian Shephard loves it. Every dog is his friend and he truly loves to play. We made a mistake of leaving them both there when my husband and I traveled out of town for his medical care. I have learned the the needs of my border collie and that of my aussie are far different and at times we go out of town or need a daycare environment we have found one who can accommodate both dogs needs to keep them safe and happy.

Running a daycare and training dogs are two completely different things and, since I do both, I have a really good idea of those differences. The dogs are distracted and some become reactive. The play areas are for the dogs, not the people. We have a tour on Saturdays when the dogs are not out if people want to see the facility. And strangers videoing the dogs? No nooks and crannies for the dogs either- small spaces are a no-no since dogs can feel trapped and aggress to get out.

For trainers to give daycare advice is about as good as a daycare owner giving training advice. My hound is not a dog who can be send to your typical day care: She is reactive to new dogs and needs to be introduced very carefully and slowly to each and every one. She also gets bored very easily and does not believe that being confined with a pack of dogs is fun. However, she can go to a very special doggie day care here in Oregon.

Dogs get picked up in the morning in a little yellow school bus. Each has her own bench where they are buckled in. Upon arrival, they go for a several hour hike in the woods, then hanging out in a pasture next to the river before being returned home in the afternoon. Pictures and videos from their adventures are then posted later that evening on facebook. The hound is only ever seen in passing — but that is ok as she always circles in her own big radius around her people on walks.

Great idea for the not so faint of heart elk, bears, coyotes, etc. The hound has no complaints. Though I have reduced her time there because her hips are getting stiff more easily now that she is middle aged. I take care of dogs all day everyday and nights. If I was younger I would create a place right outside the city and have a bus to pickup my city dogs for the day dropping them in the eve. There would be different indoors living rooms for the elderly, and outdoor large runs for the energetic, with separate areas for large breeds, pups, etc. All that to say that dogs have many many different requirements.

I find them to be over the top nutty, unable to listen or focus but tired. I think daycare do tire dogs but are they tired from stress? If we agree that dogs are not pack animals then really other than a few very high energy it is the wrong place to have them spend their day. What I do know is that not only does it not teach them anything but it reinforces bad behaviors, stresses, and certainly keeps their nervous system on high alert the entire day. The workers have very very little education do not know how to read behavior are paid very badly and therefore the care is not great.

My main complaint is that dog owners are less and less willing to train their dogs to stay home alone, not chew up their house, be housetrained, etc and simply drop them off for someone very unqualified to care for them. Hiring a dog walker is so much better!! Basically if you get a dog you should know that you will need to have time before going to work, after work, time to take a training class for the first year and a half. Adding a dog walker in the middle of the day if you work long hours. I also question do dogs need socialization with other dogs once mature, do they need to play everyday once mature?

My answer is no they do not, certainly not everyday. Like most other things, it honestly depends. My well socialized Border collie had to be boarded while I traveled when she was 8 months old and this was when she had her first experience in Doggy Day Care. I believe the staff did a good job of supervising but when she came home, for the first time in her life she began to show reactive behaviors. Subsequently she was boarded and had day care in a facility that I later found did not provide the close staff supervision I expected, and again she came home less confident around other dogs than before she went.

I gave it one more try back at the first facility but the results were the same — an increase in reactivity which I am still working to overcome. I have decided no more day care for her as it seems to be counter-productive in making her more excitable and stressed in the presence of other dogs. I wanted to say thank you for your comment about Luke.

I have a 7 year old named Copley that has been wonderful with puppies for a long time. He also attended daycare in his younger years and loved it- I could see that on camera at the day care and I watched all the time. They only put groups of 3 or 4 dogs in to play at a time then rotated out. He had one friend in particular and they asked me and that owner if it would be ok to just let them play sometimes and we both said sure- so they would put those two in together during breaks and days they only played with each other. Well he started getting older and I adopted a second dog who he played with constantly and he just starting to come home too tired from daycare- so we never went back.

Fast forward a few years and I got a foster pup just for the weekend and he started over reacting to the puppy- not hurting him but his corrections were not appropriate for what the puppy had done. I stopped fostering puppies the rescue was not too happy but I figure I did my years and so did Copley. We have a lot of dog friends- mostly because I have no social life outside of dog sports- and he still enjoys his time with friendly, adult dogs that keep their paws out of his face. A few people have made comments about it but I just figured he got too old to want puppy teeth chewing on his face- and I totally understand that.

Thanks for the blog Trisha! Loved you initiating this conversation. It prompted me to write one of my own which sums up my sentiments. The whole day care idea and the posts have been very interesting. I took one of my dogs to a small dog social once and she walked through the group of twenty or so dogs, giving a quick greeting and then made a bee line for the people bench which she settled down on to watch the party. I knew then this was really not her scene. She loves to play with another dog her size in my home, but not in a group.

When I take my dogs to the park, they have good social skills and get along well, but again they like to watch play from the sidelines or just greet and move on. I do agree every dog in unique and has different requirements. I am not confident in many of the dog walking services either.

Dog ownership has exploded and so too has our knowledge of the emotional and mental needs of our dogs. I think we are still trying to reconcile our old way of being with dogs with our new reality of life with dogs today. It can be especially hard for those who live alone, the elderly and those with mobility issues who might not have support or back-up in providing care. They are also a segment of society who really benefits from having a dog. Daycares and dog walking can also be very expensive. It seems that more and more having a dog has become complicated and challenging for many.

I have been fortunate in that I have a neighbourhood with many dogs and good neighbours. Daycares are fine for some, but are not the answer for everyone.

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Holly, your website is great and your facilities look state of the art. Trisha makes some sound comments here though. I would be immediately suspicious of any facility that refused to video the dogs on request from an owner. Some dog breeders are even doing this now. Webcam is a great way to keep an eye on what is happening with the dogs and to learn about play and social skills. It would also reassure the customers that their dog will be safe and not unnecessarily stressed. Really, what would any facility have to hide if they were committed to fulfilling their high standards? Other larger dogs in the small include really old calm dogs with issues like HD or just shy dogs.

The groups are rotated. Puppies are grouped together, oldies ate grouped together etc.. After a good months of doing this every morning, a few weeks ago she went to the big as usual, looked out then wimped out and headed to the small as usual.. Every morning since she has raced out into the big yard tail wagging a mile a minute lol. I would rather put my dog in a kennel than in a daycare.

My last dog was an aggressive Airedale and the Kennel was a bit sad but the only solution. Excellent article on a complex topic. As you mention, dog day cares are not a one size fits all situation. The one I worked for put profits ahead of everything else, which caused no end of problems.

This was dangerous for both the dogs, and the staff members. There are other ways to socialize your dog without overwhelming them and having it backfire. They make my day! The more dogs that are together in one place can cause dangerous consequences; such as fights, and even injury to the one person. This is plainly wrong. I worked at a daycare for four years, and they were quite good.

The groups were divided by size and energy level and were an average of 15 the super mellow groups sometimes had slightly more, while the super active one had maybe The staff used time outs and redirects; no spray bottles or physical punishment. Downtime has given throughout the day in rooms or crates. I was the staff trainer during the last year and spent a lot of time with trainees taking about body language, stress signals, and play styles. However the only time we ever let clients beyond the lobby was during scheduled tours.

Clients were NOT allowed to just drop in and watch their dog. The reason is that many of the dogs would get freaked out about strangers walking through! All the dogs would get stressed out by the alarm barking. It also interfered with our ability to move groups of dogs between the rooms and play yards — it had to be carefully coordinated on tour dates. I did my research and found a facility that has two large outdoor yards one for big dogs, one for small dogs. My husky loves going there, probably because she is very outgoing and playful.

She goes intermittently and usually for a half day. After a little more play with us at home, she usually settles down then and rests but never seems extremely tired. She would probably love it — she is after all half Beagle. After reading all the comments, I feel so much better about my golden doodle. He loves people but is timid with other dogs. We took him home! My dog, a BC mix, attended a doggy daycare for almost two years and really seemed to enjoy it. The dogs played in small groups and were assessed for compatibility.

Unfortunately the small facility began to experience a lot of staff turnover and that plus some other negative events led me to pull my dog out. I recently tried a different facility and my poor buddy had a terrible go of it today. I am fortunate that the manager called me and explained that my dog was showing signs of great anxiety and stress. She freely admitted that doggy daycare is not for every dog and I am very grateful that she was honest and also that I found this site and all the comments. I find that my pup, who just turned three plays really well with one other canine, but adding more seems to put him on the defense.

I was never trained in anything other than cleaning and I was the only one that did it right because I cared about the dogs well being. The owner was never there and the staff always took shortcuts. I saw very bored dogs from lack of stimulation and human interaction. They did not care at all for the other dogs and spent most time trying to avoid each other. The high risk breeds were kept in isolation in small rooms begging to get out the entire time, these are the dogs that in my opinion needed the most exercise but got the least.

The only time they did get out was for bathroom breaks but if the staff was scared of the dog, they would leave them in their own feces until pick up. Every time a client came in I would see the staff lie through their teeth. These clients would be people who loved their dogs dearly and would die if they knew the truth. I would not pay any money for my dog to be bored, depressed, and suffering from anxiety. I would rather take a dog to a young kid or teen who is going to give it one on one attention, play with it, take it for a walk, offer mental stimulation by talking to it, and have it sleep next to them, with a mom that is going to make sure the dog is properly taken care of.

My two Havanese play well together at home in my condo and they have a dog door to go outside on to the deck to eliminate. They love to tear up and down the first floor hallway a few times a day too. So this means they will spend a lot of time indoors. I just started working at a doggie day care and am alarmed by what I there. Too many dogs in way too small a space. Staff that has no idea what they are doing, and has had zero training in dog behavior.

Stressed, bored, and agitated dogs. Very few dogs are happy to be there. I am sure not all dog daycare places are like this, but in my opinion, this one is downright dangerous for the dogs and the staff.

If you are considering dog daycare, really investigate the places you are looking at. As for me, I had hoped that my first kennel job would be one I could learn something from my coworkers and mentors at. This is not the case.

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Since this is my second job, I may well not even go back next week. It is that bad. When they went to remove a dog earlier than the scheduled leave time my dog went after all of the other dogs biting them. I was floored and had no idea what to say or what questions to ask. Where there questions I should have asked? I once had something sort of similar happen as a child. I was probably 5 years old, I was going to bed one evening, and I was overcome by the feeling that if I blinked, it would be the next morning. I blinked, and it was daylight.

The night had passed immediately. I had the same feeling, and tested the feeling three straight nights, then the feeling left, and it never again happened. Still remember it 30 years later. Sounds like anterograde amnesia. Usually people who suffer a traumatic event have it; using myself as an example I used to "lose time" so to speak, and started to notice that I would just appear in different rooms of my house.

It could have just been a one time thing, but if you lose time frequently you should see a doctor. We had two cats and someones they'd be in my room sleeping and then all of a sudden they would sit bolt up and stare at the door, and nothing I did could move them for a long time. One day in my bathroom the shelf that had my sister's beauty stuff randomly lose hold of all of the items.

The thing was the shelf wasn't lose or hanging and all the stuff had to bounce out of a two inch high lip into the sink. This thing weighed a ton and it was built like a tank. Sister said she heard the sound of someone pushing. Mom and sister used to yell at me for sneaking around the house They said they saw a man in shadows that was about my height.

One day we also ran into the old owner and my Mom casually asked the lady if she had ever experienced anything in the house. The lady started crying and said no one believed her but yes, she experienced a lot of stuff. I am still a little mad how awful that sub has gotten. There are just so many bullshit stories or cliche shit or just "I found something in my attic part 2 section 8 side notebook B Jeremy's tale. It was a neat little place to read some decently written stories now its just nonsense and thousands of part 1 of x nonsense. It was good when they were like old creepy pastas.

One off short scary stories now its like "haunted sponge part 86" is the norm. Not to freak you out, but there have been stories of homeless people living in occupied houses. Most famously is the story of the woman hiding in the closet and sneaking around for food when the owner's were not there; they captured her on camera. It wasn't a very large house no basement and only a tiny attic which my Dad was up in frequently. I've read the stories about the homeless woman who lived in the guy's house in Japan but I wouldn't know where someone could squeeze into. In I lived in the east SF bay area with my husband, and 2 toddlers.

I was grieving over the sudden death of my mother a month before. She'd had at major heart attack and died 52 yrs of age. On an average day, I left my babies at home with my husband to run a quick errand by myself. I drove a block over through downtown Hayward to hit up the grocery store.

I was on my way home and stopped at a red light waiting to make a left turn. The intersection had all blind corners so it was difficult to see oncoming cars. My light turned green I glanced both ways waited the appropriate second and stepped on the gas pedal It would not move. I tried again, nothing. The car behind me honked. I looked down under my pedals quickly to see if something had possibly rolled under the pedal and found nothing.

I looked up and suddenly a huge work truck loaded down with equipment ran his red light at what must've been 50mph. I gasped, quickly pulled myself together, stepped on the gas pedal and it worked with no hesitation. Suddenly I smelled my mother's favorite perfume There was a small door that led to attic space in my bedroom 11 yrs old to 13 and it became habit that I would shut the door as I walked into my bedroom a couple times a week.

I didn't think anything of it, just assumed my mom didn't close it all the way when she left it. After a while I made the mistake of joking with her when she made a comment about me not picking up after myself, I said something like 'every night I have to close the attic door behind you, how about you shut it all the way when you're done?

So then I started to pay really close attention to it. Making sure it was closed in the morning, checking it after school, checking blaster dinner. Then head up to bed and After a couple months of wondering, studying, experimenting, I thought I'd see what happens if I just don't shut it.

Opened the door before school and checked it after school, still ooen. Checked it after dinner, still open. Before bed, still open. Now I'm laying in bed, mind going crazy with the open door across the room. Decide to check it out so I roll over and focus on the black space into the attic Bolt downstairs, wake parents, get ridiculed by brother, switch bedrooms w brother, move into new house about 6 months later due to expanding household.

New physics teacher and his wife bought our house. I could've forgotten all about that event and chalked it up to me having an over-active mind. But then my senior year I discovered how awesome our physics teacher was. Became my favorite class and by far, my favorite teacher. End of senior year my friend and I took our VHS camcorder around town, doing mostly silly things, but then took it to my old house to see what they've done with the place. We got a very fun tour, I got to tell stories about all the projects my dad did that were still part of the house.

Then the wife leads us upstairs to show us the sewing room. I ask jokingly , 'Notice anything strange in this room? On camera, she asks what I mean and I try to shrug it off but end up saying something about the attic door. She confirmed that every time she comes up to sew, the attic door is open. She then tells us that the second day of being in the house, their dog German Shepherd had gone into the room but would not go back downstairs.

He started barking and could not be consoled, and then jumped through the window, landing on the tin roof over the porch and then running off. The dog did not come back until the next day and has not stepped foot into the hallway that leads upstairs since. I had the initial thought that I could show my parents and brother the story I had on film but I decided to just let it be.

When I told my family that I saw a face, it was just my brother that ridiculed me. My father definitely would've checked it out for actual humans because one of the first comments he made was about a family that recently had a coin collection stolen from their house across the street.

This event itself was easy to shrug off because I could chalk it up to a lot of other possibilities, like the ones mentioned below. It wasn't until 5 years later that it became freaky. The look on the wife's face before she told us about the dog was very telling. Like something they decided to never put much thought into This did not make me a believer in paranormal.

I told the story as a collection of details, not as a confirmation of ghosts. What it did do was make me never be able to be a nonbeliever. I thought the blaster dinner comment was a reddit reference that was over my head, like most of them. But just reread my story.

The face was expressionless. I did not see a body, just what appeared to be a dimly lit face staring at me. The door was an actual door, just smaller 2'x4' , with a knob that has to be turned in order to open the door. I do not have the VHS tape from something years ago.

I moved a lot after high school and the tapes did not make it through all the moves. You would think a physics teacher would properly investigate, perhaps its air pressure differences push it open. This is what I was thinking. The door to our attic does the same thing sometimes and you can hear the air pressure pushing it open. Fuck my German Shepherd used to freak out about everything. She spent the night sitting next to the door incase somebody really was there.

The dog got killed by a regular bear when I was out hunting with her. Found her half eaten decaying body. Wow this gave me the creeps for some reason. What did the face look like? Do you think it could be somebody living in there without your knowledge or something paranormal? I was flying down a draw with a small seasonal creek in it which was the new paradigm, designed to mask the aircraft from Russian radar. I was at the controls, my co-pilot on the map. We were low and slow tree top to tree top.

Suddenly I had the compelling sure knowledge that I must do an emergency climb, which I did climbing almost vertically. As I pulled the guts out of the aircraft and with my nose pointed up to the stars in my chin bubble I observed the leaves of a cottonwood tree being pressed aside by the plexiglass of my chin bubble.. After a couple of seconds and now a few hundred feet above the canopy my co-pilot and I stared at each other with wide eyes and the knowledge we barely avoided death. I never did tell him that I didn't, because I have never known how to explain it.

I went on to fly helicopters for thirty-seven years, accident free and I still can't explain what happened that night. So a few years back, probably years, my family was living in our previous home. This was our second house in we had in Ohio, the first house was about to streets over from our second house. Well one night my mom woke me up and was acting really panicked.

She grabbed my brother, who was probably 5 at the time, and told me to go outside. It was about 4 in the morning, and once we all got outside my dad tried to calm my mom down. He asked her what was wrong, and she had explained that she had a dream that we were all gonna die from carbon monoxide poisoning if we stayed in the house.

Then my dad told her that all the detectors were working perfectly fine and we decided to go back inside. We didn't smell anything nor did the detectors go off, so we went to bed. The next day my mom was watching the morning news before we went to school. The first story for the day was that a local family was rushed out of their home because of a carbon monoxide leak in there home.

Which could have been just coincidence, but then the news station showed the house. It was our old house that we just moved out of. There is actually a few stories that are pretty supernatural that I have about my family, but this is the shortest one to be honest. Seven years ago I lived in a two story farm house. It was was built in and was both large and old. I was packing clothes and putting them in a small unused bedroom. I was wearing my MP3 player and [the last time I checked] it showed three fourths battery life.

I was on my fourth [or so] trip and was hauling a load of shirts on hangers. It occurred to me the closet was empty too, "Perfect, I'll just hang 'em back up in there". This closet was almost a second room. It had a short glossy wooden door. The area of was thrice as long as wide, with hardwood floors. The lacquer still smelled, even though I'm sure it was fresh a hundred years ago. I ducked fully inside and thought, "This is a weird little place to be.

I don't even know It scared the entire FUCK out of me. I flew straight out, looked at my player and it was dead. I'm a pretty rational guy, that mp3 player would sometimes show more battery life than it actually had, it's done that before. And maybe the sounds were some sort of malfunction before shutting down.

I don't really believe in ghosts, but I'm telling you My skin felt electric for an hour after. I never felt comfortable in that room again. So, I was staying at my aunt's house in Mexico. My cousin's room had two beds so I slept in there. I remember not being able to sleep well and I had a bit of pain coming from my thighs. I had sweatpants on and somehow had scratches on my inner thighs. Almost like a bunch of cat scratches. My aunt came in and searched the bed for anything but never found anything that could've scratched me. She also noticed that I had a bit of bruising on my neck, as if someone had tried to choke me.

It was just me and my cousin If I do, I stay for a few minutes only. After my grandpa died my grandma said she could feel someone getting into bed with her nearly every night, but we didn't believe her. One night I was watching TV in the living room trying to fall asleep when I heard footsteps in the hallway leading to my grandma's bedroom. I looked out into the hallway and couldn't see anyone, and this happened for probably a minute. Immediately after the footsteps stopped the TV turned off. I stayed awake for another hour or so but didn't hear anything after that.

The house I grew up in was about years old by the time my parents bought it. I lived there until I was For as long as I can remember, I saw what I described as "a girl that was pink and see through". I always called her Pam. It's been 10 years since I lived in that house and I still remember her vividly. My dad got a bit weirded out when I would talk about Pam and finally when I was 13, my mom put me in therapy because Pam was still something I brought up regularly. In order to stop my parents from thinking I was crazy, I just stopped talking about Pam completely and went on with life.

That was until my parents decided to put the house up for sale when I was Just two weeks before moving into our new house, I was sleeping, but was woken up by Pam standing in my doorway and pointing into the bathroom that was directly across the hall. All Pam said was "look, my mom. I remember the woman looked as though she had been hanging there for a while, when all of a sudden the woman's boot fell off and I abruptly woke up.

I ran into my parents room to tell them what happened, and my mom looked at me disappointed because I was taking about Pam again after having kept quiet about her for years. I concluded that it was just a bad dream and went back to bed with no other incidences. Until a few days later.

I was once again asleep, and dreaming that I was woken up by crying coming from the bathroom across the hall. I got out of bed and walked over to see what was going on. At that point, I saw the same woman that was hanging from the bathroom light fixture, sobbing and holding a very real little girl under the water in the bathtub. It was then that I realized that the little girl was the little pink see through girl I had seen my entire life.

And she was not moving. I immediately woke up and I was crying uncontrollably. I was 16 years old, and I ran into my parents room like a 5 year old, and jumped into bed with my mom my dad was working at the time. I told my mom what had happened and my mom could see how upset I was and was trying to calm me down. At that same moment, the pink and transparent version of Pam walked through the door. I looked at my mom and just whispered "oh my god mom. She's in here" and I pulled the covers up to my neck and just looked at my mom terrified.

My mom was speechless. At that point, Pam slowly walked up the side of the bed and began shoving me into my mom. I had never been touched by Pam before. After what seemed like forever, Pam stopped and slowly walked out of the room. I cried myself to sleep, and my mom stayed awake to see what else would happen. I never spent another night in that house. But, two weeks after we moved out completely, the house caught fire. The entire back side as well as the entire garage burnt. The official cause was "spontaneous combustion". The house that my family lived in for 25 years has since been bought and sold 8 times within 10 years.

No one wants to stay in that house, and I really think that Pam is the reason why. TL;DR- that sinking feeling you get when you think someone unseen is watching you, isn't always wrong. It was a chilly December morning. I hiked in, pre-dawn, taking about an hour and a half to go 3 miles off the beaten trails. Got to my "nest" about half an hour before sunrise and started to settle in. The wind kicked up and a fog rolled in that was thicker than milk.

Within a few minutes, my visibility was 5'. I'm sitting tight, huddled up against the freezing wind when I start to hear twigs snapping close to me. For no apparent reason, what is normally a rapturous sound indicative of an imminently successful hunt, sent a frosty chill down my spine. I chambered a round in my lever action as quietly as I could, and lay flat on my back tucked against a fallen tree. The rustling was moving closer through the fog, but I couldn't see anything.

The sun was starting to peek over the mountains to my east and visibility was starting to increase. The rustling of twigs and leaves was sporadic, sometimes directly in front of me, sometimes behind or beside me. I remember laying there, rifle across my chest, thinking to myself how silly it was to react like such a coward. I rationed with myself that bears and mountain lions are a rarity where I was, and I had likely stumbled into a herd of white-tail that had bedded down. I decided to sit up. The rustling stopped immediately. As it was fully dawn by now, I was looking through the fog for the outline of my prey, which I had assured myself was literally all around me.

By now, the fog had faded away and it was apparent to me that I was alone in those woods. I hunted all that day without seeing so much as a squirrel. Around 3 in the afternoon, after fighting the wind and an abnormally cold day, and not wanting to hike out by flashlight, I decided it was time to start back to the truck.

Walking out of those woods was the most uneasy I have ever felt. Lawfully, once you make it back to the trail, you're supposed to clear the chamber of your rifle. What is normally a stroll through the woods, I undertook with the seriousness of an animal being stalked. I would walk, then stop and listen. I never heard or saw anything during my retreat, but I could feel eyes on me. I was about feet away from my truck, when I rounded the last corner and saw, hanging at eye level from a tree by a noose, a stuffed bear in a blaze orange jacket.

I'm a giant, broad shouldered outdoorsman, but that one shook me something fierce. Yeah, but what are the odds a bear was going to go down the same trail as me? A bear wearing blaze orange, no less? Even if one did, the message probably would have been lost on it's stupid bear brain. I'd like to think it was, but I don't. We're talking about a rural mountain town of less than 3, where everyone hunts. If there were any type of real anti-hunter sentiment in the form of threatening messages, the local paper would surely have picked up the story. I was parked well off the main road, in my favorite spot, which is my favorite spot because of how hard it is to find and the limb they hung the bear from was waaaaaay off the ground.

If they were anti-hunter, they sure went to a lot of trouble. My own speculation is occultists. I've come across some very disturbing things in those woods, and the people that would have left them there could not have been in their right minds. Care to elaborate on what else you saw in those woods that leads you to believe it was occultists? Severed, disfigured mannequin heads, a squirrel crucified to a tree, weird symbols painted on trees in the middle of nowhere. One time, a trail was lined on both sides by rocks of varying sizes that were stacked tip to tip.

Must have been of them, and some of the rocks didn't look like they could have been lifted by one person. Some of the biggest ones were balancing on top of rocks that were little more than pebbles. Another time, I came into a clearing on a ridge and there were of these rock stacks. They weren't haphazardly piled together, these were laid so that the sides were uniform, almost like brick work.

They were each over 7' long, about 5' tall and wide enough to lay down on. The fact that those stacks aren't near the trails, but are way the fuck up in the mountains, scares me the most. It tells me they aren't there to scare people, they're there so people wouldn't find them.

They legitimately looked like sacrifice alters, and to get to them you have to cover some of the roughest terrain that I've experienced in the Appalachians. I live on a mountain in the Southern Appalachians and have also seen some crazy stuff. I have a trail-head right at my back door that leads to fire-access trails and a person can really get waaaaaay back in the woods.

I've seen what looked like some weird, definitely human made structures in strange shapes nothing like a make-shift tree stand nailed to trees, dead animals in bags hanging from branches, just random "what the Hell is this? So, I totally believe you. Over the summer, I was in the Southern Appalachians myself, was looking for a place to sleep for the night as we had driven some ways from our original campsite, and didn't feel like making the trek back.

I stopped in one of the turn-offs and felt that it was a secure enough spot for just an hour of two of sleep. I got out and checked the surroundings, and went piss. Looking around I noticed the guard railing and peered over the edge and realized that this particular cliff was a good 60 foot drop, and maybe a degree incline. Just as I was heading back to the car, I hear shrill, high pitched laughter from beyond the railing. Type of laugh that makes your hair stand up.

I was already considering leaving after hearing that, but stayed to verify I actually heard laughter. As I leaned against my friend's car, I heard it again. At this point I was determined to leave, and as I notified my friend we were leaving he was passed out drunk and only vaguely aware of what was going on I heard a different voice break out, in dry, heaving sobs, that continued for roughly 15 seconds before ending abruptly. I don't think I've ever gotten back in the car so fast.

I grew up at the base of the Adirondacks, so woods were a normal thing for me. Man is there weird shit that goes on in the woods. Your accounts above don't surprise me in the least. Not far from my house there is an entire inbred community that follows no local laws such as hunting seasons , they have a graveyard inside their little community where they are all buried. It's a fact that cops have gone missing when going in there to check things out. Rumor has it that hikers or general people have gone missing as well.

My friends and I drove back there once at night were brilliant right? The road got smaller and smaller, worse and worse, until we got nervous we wouldn't be able to turn around any more, so we turned around and made it out as quickly as we could.

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We got back to the main road to find out we had a flat tire. Obviously theres no way to prove it, but we assume something was laid out for us to run over on the way out because we didn't feel the tire was flat until our way back out of the area. That was my biggest fear, that I'd get back to my truck and my tires would be slashed. If that had been the case, I'd have been in full Rambo mode. I've been there and I'm never going back.

Did you go there when they had bullet holes in the stop sign? I went with a girl I was dating at the time and when you go past the trailers there is a giant chain link fence and a big ass gate labeled "Sunnyside lane" or something like that, I think that's where most of them actually live. We got chased out by a red pickup and they followed us almost all the way back to Lake George. And you aren't kidding when you say the cops don't really mess around up there.

A couple of the alans came down to a bar my dad was at and somebody recognized one of them and started calling them all sorts of names. The alans smashed up the guys car and took off, they called the cops and all they said was "Yeah don't do that. Fuck that place dude. The cemetery is something right out of a weird ass movie. Every headstone has the same last name, except for a couple, which were another last name.

Can't remember what the name was though. Y'know, I'm not saying flamethrowers are effective against cultists, but I'm not saying they aren't. Huh, if that's true I wonder what would have happened had you actually gotten a kill that day. I have never thought about that. Honestly, it didn't matter that day. No deer, no rabbits, no squirrels, I don't even remember hearing birds chirping. Those woods are normally alive with activity but that day was different. The only time I have ever had this happen and ever felt genuinely afraid in the woods was walking an old path behind my own house here in Maryland.

It was like the whole forest was holding its breath, just watching me. I was once sitting on the couch with my boyfriend, and heard the words "I love you. I remember hearing and feeling the vibrations of words and sound being produced, but I wasn't the one who did it, and he wasn't either.

It sounded like a feminine voice. It sounded like it came from right in front of my face, but no one was outside the window or in the room with us. It was creepy as hell. I still think about it. A week ago tomorrow, October 20th, I came home from class at around I hung out at home for a bit and at 2: Being the bum that I am, I laid down in my bed and set a timer on my phone for a 20 minute nap.

I fell asleep quickly and after around five minutes I was woken up by my bedroom door opening and had a split second of panic before my dog jumping up onto my bed and laying down next to me. I fell back asleep. After another 5 minutes of sleep, I instantly jolted awake because I was certain there was someone standing next to my bed, behind me.

I assumed it was my mother, who would likely be pissed that I was sleeping in the middle of the day. I woke and turned around in one movement and there was no one there. I checked my phone and had another 8 minutes of sleep left. I went back to sleep only to be woken by my phone ringing. It was my mother. She said that my great-aunt, who had been in the hospital after a stroke-like event for a week, had died around one o'clock. My mom then said she knew my aunt was going to die today because she had seen a wraith a sort of ghost, usually warning of someone dying that morning, my mom is Scottish and very superstitious but I don't believe in any of that.

She said that when she woke up that morning to take my brother to school, she went in my room to see if I was still asleep, she saw a wraith standing next to my bed.

Mine would have, too, if my mother told me she saw a goddamn ghost watching me sleep and decided that was not worth getting involved in. She probably just thought it was her mind playing tricks on her until I confirmed it. Because when she saw it it was 5 am, dark, and she had only been up for 30 seconds. This was almost a week ago and I still have a hard time falling asleep in there lol. The only reason I typed lol is because I'm crying inside.

I was under the impression that wraiths appeared around those who would recently pass. Not to freak you out, but it was your bed. My ex wife and I bought an older house, 's. We were renovating and had put some baseboards into the basement, painted them and left them to dry overnight. We looked at them the next morning and it looked like someone had taken a sharp knife and dug it in down the entire length of two of the baseboards, almost 8 feet each.

The "blade" had gouged through the new paint, old paint, primer and right down to the wood. It was just the two of us in the house. Uncle weird guy was going to help us move in and when we got inside the house he got all weird and left. Always avoided coming for birthdays etc. We always joked he saw a ghost and for some reason we nicknamed the ghost Billy. When my little sister started talking she would say really weird things, like asking if we can shut her door at night so she doesn't have to see the boy walking down the hallway.

Anyways we thought she was also just being a big weirdo, so we continued to have this Billy the Ghost joke. Something would get misplaced "must be Billy" yadda yadda. A few years later we ripped up the flooring because we wanted to go back to the original hard wood that had been covered up forever ago by old owners, and if you know anything about old houses you know they used to insulate the floor with newspaper when newspaper just became a thing.

Decided to read some articles for fun, some talking about the first ever refrigerators, really cool things like that. Until we got to the creepy part, a mentally challenged boy named Billy who lived in our home, died while playing outside of it. I saw a lot of shit growing up in that house but I'm not a huge ghost believer. The newspaper was a fucking creepy coincidence though, given that for years we had an ongoing Billy the Ghost joke.

Uncle also ended up telling us years later that when he pulled into the driveway and was outside of the house he just got this awful feeling. When I was little, I would go over to my grandparent's house frequently with my sister and cousins. My grandparents have an attached mother-in-law apartment, so we always played in there while the grown-ups would talk in the main house. One day we were playing hot and cold with a little key we found in the apartment. While one person was hiding it, they accidentally dropped it and it fell under the door to the basement.

I opened the door to get it and when I did, there was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs that I didn't recognize. He had a bunch of stuff in his arms, like he had rummaged through my grandparent's basement. Keep in mind, my grandparents were hoarders, their basement was full of stuff that they either forgot about or put in storage, some of it being relatively valuable.

My dad went into the basement to look, but couldn't find anyone. To this day they all tell me I imagined it, but my sister and cousins insist it's real too. About 5 years later, both of my grandparents passed away, so I was helping my dad clean out their basement. Turns out they were missing a ton of stuff.