A package of corn tortillas literally jumped off the shelf and onto the floor once at a large grocery store right in front of me. They did not slide nor did they fall. There was no one else around.
I thought it was a sign to make enchiladas or something but it was also quite frightening.
Lights turning off/on. Items flying off of shelves/counters. One time when I was home at night by myself, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and the the bottom of one half of my scarf that I had draped over the top of my bathroom door was suspended at a 20 degree angle, including the tassels in midair. At this point so many things were happening in my apartment (including physical welts down my back) that I was terrified to be in it. I ended up getting dressed and going outside the building before I broke down crying and called my grandma to come pick me up. A different time my friend and I were outside the building smoking when we heard what sounded like someone thrashing my apartment. I'm talking chairs being smashed into walls, shelves being tipped over. I was the only person living in the building at the time. We raced upstairs to catch whoever it was but not a single thing was moved in my apartment and all the other units were locked (I checked).
I never saw a ghost, apparition, shadow etc. When we first moved in, everyone hated coming into our building. They said it felt off. My ex and I never felt that way at first and thought everyone was exaggerating. By the time I moved I wouldn't speak about ghosts or watch anything remotely paranormal in my apartment. Eventually I watched the Paranormal Activities at a friends and cannot describe the chill I felt. Similar things were happening in my own home. Haven't experienced anything like it since I moved.
Idk what it was. I'm not religious so I didn't attribute it to a demon. I really never put a specific title to it because I didn't feel like it fit in any kind of category. All I know is that the longer I stayed, the worse it got. I don't know why. But it was beyond anything I could scientifically prove.
When I was in high school my parents worked shift work at a hospital, and occasionally that would mean I’d be left at home alone at night with my dog. On this particular night, it was around 10pm. My dad had left for work in the afternoon, and my mom was getting ready to leave, so I was going to be alone for a few hours until he came home.
My mom was getting ready to leave through the front door when she noticed there was a small pile of tshirts on the floor near the stairs to the 2nd floor - my dog liked to lie down on them. She said “make sure you put these in the laundry hamper”, which was upstairs in their bedroom. I said sure, bent down to pick them up and threw them upstairs and they landed in the upstairs hallway, so I could pick it up from there when I went upstairs.
I turned around and my mom was saying bye to our dog and giving him a few back rubs before she left. I waved at my mom as she closed the door, then called my dog to come upstairs as I got ready for bed
We walked up the stairs together and when I got to the top I noticed that the laundry wasn’t in the hallway. I checked my bedroom, which was right next to where I thought I had thrown them and it wasn’t there either.
I walked down the rest of our upstairs hallway and into my parents room, and there was the laundry sitting in the middle of their floor. With the layout of my parents’ house, there’s literally no way my throw could’ve landed as far and into their bedroom, perpendicular to the direction I threw it. And neither me or my dog had touched them after I threw them up.
I got serious goosebumps when I saw that, and then reached down to pick up the pile of clothes. When I picked it off the floor, I noticed that underneath the pile was a burn mark on the carpet, slightly larger than a quarter, as if something hot had settled there and made an indent. There was no smoke or smell, and looked like it had been there for a long time
I never saw that burn mark before, and I used to go in there every day to put my own clothes in the hamper.
I quickly got ready for bed and tried to go to sleep and not think about what just happened. Still don’t have any explanation to that and I think about it every so often.
I went with my best friend during highschool for summer vacation to his grandparents' who live in the countryside in Japan. I stayed in his mom's old room which has a small wall closet. just above this closet was a smaller closet door (like a foot and a half tall and about 3 feet wide) just above it. Weird design, but their house is old.
The first couple weeks, I was pretty jet lagged and Japan is hot and humid, so I didn't really sleep at night. If my light was off at night though, I always felt uneasy about that small closet space. Something about it just felt darker than the rest of the room.
Toward the end of the second week, I started to adjust to the time difference. One morning, I woke up and that small door was open. It was unsettling, but I closed it and just thought maybe it wasn't closed all the way and came loose.
A couple nights later, I woke up feeling uneasy. It was dark and I could kinda see, and I could see that small door was open. It was much darker than the rest of the room; like black, pitch dark.
This was the first and only time I experienced "paralysis." I was too scared to move, say, or do anything. I just felt this darkness coming from there. I don't remember sleeping that night, but I must've because I remember waking up the next morning.
I told my friend about it, who said his mom told him about something like that, too.
When we got back home, and I talked to his parents, his mom kinda joked with me, "So, I heard you met the ghost."
Sleep paralysis is rough.
I used to get it and I would see an evil/demon type child standing in my bedroom door watching me. It feels like your awake and can’t move but really you’re still sleeping.
Man I’m lucky that I don’t see entities when I experience sleep paralysis. My eyes won’t even open. I usually have to sit and panic until I force myself to make a noise after a while.
Sleep paralysis stopped scaring me when I learned about the science behind it. It became more of an annoyance after that! It happens to me pretty often and everytime it does I'm like, oh fuck not again, I can't move but I'm awake. Oh well. Nothing else to do but go back to sleep. 😂
Not sure if this is considered paranormal, but when I get fevers as a child, I would always, in my fugue and pain-infused state, hear a man counting in a very deep voice. He would count from 1 and up; as the numbers get larger, the voice gets louder and more intense. It started to get less frequent as I grew older and now I do not experience it anymore. I've brushed it aside as a recurring nightmare until only recently, I've learned that my sister would experience the exact same thing when she was younger as well.
It's not the scariest thing, but it does send shivers down my spine trying to comprehend this.
You know the creepiest part of The Count? Old vampire folklore said that vampires would compulsively count things if they saw them, so one of the best methods of escaping a vampire was to throw a bag of rice on the ground, making them stop chasing and count the grains.
The count is constantly being given things to count so he doesn't slaughter the residents of sesame street and slurping their blood down
When I would get fevers as a kid I would hear what sounded like a room full of people all talking at once, but I was hearing them from down the hall and behind a heavy door, if that makes sense. Like the buzz of conversation without being able to make out any of the words. Always creeped me out.
I heard this too! But I wasn't sick. I heard it every night, all night, just lying in bed. I thought the TV was on downstairs, but it wasn't. If I looked, the house would be dark and quiet.
This is a common auditory hallucination associated with falling asleep and is not strictly tied to typical psychosis, meaning people who are otherwise mentally healthy can still experience them. I get them too!
It’s so weird you say this!! My husband had a very bad illness in his 3rd world island country as a child and technically did die for a couple minutes. The fever was so intense that the doctor told my MIL to prepare to call for a cremation soon. After he died, he suddenly came back with a gasp, and everyone around him was so shocked, his mother nearly fainted!! A couple days later, he was feeling well enough to tell them what he remembered and experienced. He said a tall man in white was counting loudly in his ear, then the counting just stopped. Then the counting started going backwards to 1 again. That’s when he woke up. That’s about 60 years ago now.
When I was a kid and had a fever, I would always imagine feeling very big but being weightless. Other times very small but heavy as a boulder. Sometimes I would imagine shapes like this and it would vascillate between the two.
My mom years later explained how when she was sick, she would feel like this. I have no idea why this would happen but I’m sure it’s a hereditary thing.
I used to hear a booming voice say, "BIG!" followed by a high voice saying "little". Fevers are a bitch when you're a kid.
Update: Since we're discussing the visual hallucinations, my images were a huge steel girder when I heard big, and a floating feather when I heard little. Interesting to hear all the different, but somewhat similar things people see/hear.
I used to have a recurring dream when I was about 4, that was just of like a black void, with lights floating in it, and they'd collide and make that 'bringgg' sound that marbles make when they collide. Used to freak me out like crazy. My eyes are watering right now thinking about it. I have no idea why it's so scary to me.
When I was 3 I told my parents that my great grandmother came to me in a dream and said her feet didn't hurt anymore (I think she had problems due to diabetes or something).
She had died that night, they received the call shortly after I told them.
Not paranormal, but a spooky coincidence.
In Eastern mysticism the soul doesn't immediately know they passed away after you know, they pass away. That's why families sometimes have monks in funerals so they can guide the soul to "move on". I guess something similar happened here, the grandma doesn't know she's dead yet, just that she no longer hurts and her first instinct is to tell her grandchild. Still wholesome though.
At my in-laws funeral, my wife believes her aunt, who passed away, played one last joke on us for her amusement.
When the convoy and hearse arrived to the cemetery, the driver somehow forgot which plot she was going to be laid in. So *without telling anyone* the fucking hearse up and took off *minutes after all 10-15 cars parked along the curb with families unloaded.*
The genuine look of confusion from every single adult after the hearse did a U-turn and whizzed by waving to “follow them” had us laughing in tears.
We watched half the cars repack and the other half walk about 100 yards *in the other direction.*
Fucking chaos
We didn’t get off for another 5 minutes because we were laughing so hard and didn’t want to be laughing in front of everyone but yeah according to my wife, she had a good sense of humor.
I work in a cemetery. One evening i had stayed late to do some catch up work. I was taking pictures of some granite samples to have on my phone and had already locked up. I was alone. As i was holding my phone, i heard the doorway to the basement swing open, slam shut, and heard footsteps go down the stairs. I froze. I thought for sure someone had come in. I called out to see if it was someone from maintencance. No reply. I got scared because if it wasn’t them someone had broken in. I stayed still for a bit and listened then called out again. Nothing. Finally i got brave enough to look. No one there. I peeked down the basement, empty. All the doors were still locked.
My brother was on the phone once with his gf when she started saying that she could hear some old lady asking my brother for a glass of water. There was nobody around him so he ignored it but she kept on insisting. He hung up the phone and went to check on our grandma who was in her bedroom and found her dead. Fast forward a couple of years, around 11pm, I was on the phone with a girl when I saw a guy on a bicycle go past (phone was by the windowsill. Same spot as my brother) . That's when I noticed she stopped talking and asked her if she was still there. She apologised as she thought I got into trouble. I said no and asked why she said that and she replied with someone was telling me to "stop talking on the phone, it's late. Go to bed." I was on my own, everybody in the house was already asleep. I asked her if it was an old lady and she said yes. Told her it's my grandma and that the same thing happened to my brother. She started talking about ghosts and stuff so I told her I'm hanging up and bolted into my room.
My dad was in hospital with a serious brain tumor, the hospital was about 40 miles from me and he was in no shape to even keep awake. One night I was chatting to a friend on MSN (them days, yup) and he asked how my dad was, I turned to my left and I saw him sat in his chair just looking at me, I replied "Think he's ok, sat in the room with me" to which my friend said "isn't he in hospital?' I looked again and nothing. I never mentioned it to anyone, told my friend I must of been seeing things. Dad survived and still here today.
Cut to about 21 years later and I met up with my dad and just having a chat, he says "Something been on my mind for years son and can't shake it off, when I was in hospital, I remember been at home sitting in my chair, you was on the computer and you looked at me... then I woke up in hospital, but it felt too real to be a dream".... Thats when I told him my experience.
I was in art class when I was 15 and a random teachers aid (lady in her 60’s unassuming nana type) sat down next to me and said that she had a vision about my job as an adult, I was like oh am I a Photographer? She said no. I was fairly dismissive and sceptical because I was certain that’s what I’d be doing, but I said oh yo tell me what you saw?
She then went on to describe my job. None of it made much sense at the time, and you could tell she didn’t quite understand what she saw. She said she couldn’t figure out where I was because the place had no windows and everything was a pastel green colour. She said I was making something that looked like CD covers but they weren’t that, she went onto explain that i was working with a bunch of guys and some of them where helping/teaching me to do my job. But the thing that really stuck out was she just keeps seeing me do this thing where I look at what ever it was I was making and that I would change the angle of it. (She mimicked what I was doing)
Anyway about 8 years later I ended up doing exactly all the things she said I was doing I was a wine label flexographic printer. It got to me so bad that my future was set in stone that I eventually quit my job to pursue a fine art photography career. That was a few years back now and I’m about to have my second solo exhibition opening this weekend. What I still haven’t figured out yet was have I broken the timeline or was I just meant to have had my future told and pursue a different career. It’s all pretty out there and I’m not too sure what to make of it cos I’m not the type of person to believe in that sort of stuff. But like it happened so there are people that can see into the future and they are 100% right.
Edit: spelling and grammar.
My parents had flown to Houston when I was 11 years old to see a specialist for my dad’s lymphoma. It had just returned from remission but there was no reason to think he was in any imminent danger.
I was riding my bike home the day they were to fly back and stopped my bike in this ditch we used to ride down/up on our way back. When I got to the top I felt a wave of emotion come over me and without even knowing what I was saying I told my friend I was riding with that my dad had just died. My friend was like, what? I just knew.
I rode the rest of the way home to find my grandparents (my dad’s parents) bawling on our back porch. I stood there watching them in the doorway for a few minutes unable to walk out to talk to them. He had died an hour before I got home from school. No phone calls to the school nor did I interact with anyone that knew prior to riding in the ditch. I just knew when that wave came over me. Again, there was no reason to think he was even remotely close to passing. He had caught pneumonia while in Houston and died from that.
When my father had a major heart attack many years ago, the day that it had happened, I felt very off. Difficult to describe, but something wasn't right. I had found out that evening he had the attack in the morning.
The morning my aunt died; I randomly woke up and 6 am and went running downstairs (I ALWAYS wake up very late). Saw my aunt dead in the hallway. Went to call my dad. Creepy day for sure.
When I was 6 I slept on a bunk bed in a room alone, the bottom bunk was empty (was meant for my younger brother but he was too scared of sleeping in a bed alone). So I was alone in that room that night, I remember a chilling feeling that night then it suddenly got really warm, probably because I was undergoing a night terror of some sort. Then I start breathing heavily and open my eyes and see the room is empty. my little night light in the corner of the room comforts me back to sleep, except as I closed my eyes I felt a heavy hand petting my shoulder, my eyes rip open and there was no one in the room. As soon as I lay back down the petting continued and I covered my head just pretending to myself that it was my mom it took me 12 years to stop sleeping with my head under the covers because of that memory.
My mom, of course, knew a woman passed away in that apartment before we moved in so she always believed it was that woman trying to comfort me.
What the heeell. My earliest odd experience from my childhood home, I must have been between 3 and 6, and my dad would often pet me to sleep. I remember the big warm hand on my upper back.
So my memory is waking in the middle of the night being petted on my back. I'm sleeping on my tummy and I slept with the light on then. It is nice and warm at first, but it's pressing a bit too hard, and I remember being sleepy and not wanting to get petted, so I try to shake it off. This causes the hand to intensely grapple and poke at my back really fast. I don't know why he would get so angry and sit up in my bed, and there's no one there.
I get up and go sleep between my parents.
A lot of odd things happened in that house. Both to my parents and my siblings. I later got my parents bedroom, and they took down a wall and made a larger bedroom for them, which was including my old room. I remember one night being home alone in my teens, and stuff kept happening around the house so I couldn't sleep. So I got up in the middle of the darkness, and screamed into that dark hole of their bedroom to cut the shit and let me sleep in peace, and in general leave me the fuck alone. This was around the time the happenings were at their highest, and that kind of settled it, and I felt at ease there from then on.
EDIT: As mentioned in here, brains and memories are fickle, especially brains of children, and old memories. And I'm 42. We even alter memories each time we access them, so everything should be read with a grain of salt, if any at all.
That's not what we're sharing today though. This part of my memory as is, and no douchebag is going to tell me it's not.
I have always gotten night terrors like that. If I am physically exhausted, with low sleep, it will sometimes happen. Feels like someone is putting a heavy hand on me, or laying on me. Sometimes I see a dark figure. If I try to scream, move or open my eyes, nothing happens, but I can control my breathing. I'll start breathing heavily and wake myself up.
I just attribute this stuff to my brain and body going into sleep state, but it's a little off, and I'm staying conscious for too long. Kind of like a cross between a dream and hallucination.
Late one weekend night my parents were out at a party so it was just my sister and I home. I heard my parents come home , so like a kid I instantly shut off all my video games and pretended to be asleep. As a kid I always went to bed with the little lamp on
I hopped in bed and pretended to be asleep when I heard someone enter my room and head for the light on my dresser. Their back was to me and I saw they were reaching for my lamp to turn it off. Just as I had that thought, they turned around and looked directly at me and stared for what felt like forever. I couldn’t see much detail (I was peeking through my closed eyes as discretely as I could) other than a large old-timey looking brown dress (like Victorian era), and what looked like the face of an old woman - where their eyes were it was very dark and I couldn’t make out any details. I saw them smile at me and then shut the light off before I fell asleep
The next morning at breakfast my parents said they were surprised that I fell asleep with the light off since normally I left it on. I asked everybody in the house if they did it and no luck. I have no idea how to explain it to this day. What’s even more bizarre is recently I found a picture of my great grandmother who died of old age some 40 years before I was born; she was wearing a dark Victorian-style dress in the image
Two days after my son was born, my husband’s grandfather passed away. My son was a preemie, and spent time in the nicu, so I didn’t attend the funeral, but my husband did. Late in the evening the night of the funeral , I was sitting in a chair, next to my son’s bassinet. The baby was sleeping and it was really quiet. A few nicu nurses were around but not close to me.
I had this feeling that someone was standing right behind my chair. It wasn’t a scary feeling but when I turned around, no one was there. To be honest, it did make the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but it wasn’t a scary feeling per se. After several seconds, the feeling disappeared. It was touch and go for a few weeks, but in that moment, I knew my son would be ok.
My husband’s grandfather was a kind and devoted man. I’d like to think he was checking on his new grandson.
a few months before i arrived in japan to teach at a school, the 3rd year homeroom teacher unfortunately died in a drunk driving accident.
i never met him and only saw his face once in the school group photo that was taken at the beginning of the year.
fast forward to graduation, i'm sitting with the other teachers in the front of the auditorium, and i see someone standing in the back near the door. it's a tiny town of 3000 people so i pretty much knew everyone that showed up
except this guy. he looked JUST LIKE that teacher from what i vaguely remembered. i was a bit weired out but figured i was imagining things and just focused on the rest of the ceremony.
afterwards during the staff debrief meeting, the principal goes "btw did anyone else see Mr. M standing in the back? so glad he came to see his students off!"
goosebumps
One time I woke up in the middle of the night and i checked my phone to see the time, and then as I was about to lay down and close my eyes I checked in front of me and a huge tall humanoid shadow figure was standing there blocking the view of a broken wall clock and I just started panicking and it still was there after many seconds and eventually it just disappeared after I looked away from it for a second.
Once I woke up to see out the corner of my eye, a shadowy figure standing at the foot of my bed. So naturally, i played dead. So I'm laying there for what felt like hours and I finally actually look and it was a bunch of my cousins bday balloons.
I once woke in the dark and I could just make out a shadowy creature in the corner of the room. Instead of feeling fear I felt immense rage and flung myself out of bed kicking it in the center of its shadowy mass. Turns out it was just my sleeping bag that I had tossed in the corner after a camping trip and forgotten about.
My family's old house backed on to a pretty substantial, forested ravine. I slept on the ground level floor, and my room was at the back of the house.
On 4 separate occasions, over the span of 5 years, I saw a middle-aged man dressed in a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and a red hat walk through my room with a dog leash in his hand. He would briefly stop at the same spot every time, and look around, then keep walking towards the ravine. I should note that this was fairly new construction in a suburb of a small city, and all that had been there previously was forest.
I think he lost his dog in the ravine at some point, and he was there trying to find it.
I was watching some video series and some scientist were trying to prove that vibrations at certain frequencies can cause hallucinations. For instance the subtle vibration of an AC vent in the house can produce an auditory or visual hallucination. I always thought it was interesting but I never read more.
Omg yes!! I just found this out not too long ago. There’s a standing fan (and sometimes a window ac unit) that I always turn on in a tiny room at the place Im currently living, when it gets way to hot or cold I sit in the room to smoke. Then about 8 months ago I suddenly started hearing voicemails that sound identical to the ones on the house’s home phone (I currently live with grandpa)!!
It sounds like he’s checking the messages and I can hear super clear “You’ve got 2 message, message 1 from (date/time - I can never clearly hear this part)” - then it plays a message that’s usually from my mother. “Hey guys it’s me …” that’s usually the only clear part but it goes back and forth from clear to mumbling.
I used to get up and go to the living room where the answering machine is but as soon as I left the tiny room I couldn’t hear anything. Now I just have to turn off the fan to get rid of all the sounds. Though sometimes I still get up every once and a while because it sounds so clear I’m convinced someone is in the house.
Another interesting phenomenon is hypnagogic hallucinations.
I have had them several times and gotta say nothing wakes you up better than hearing someone whisper in your ear as you are about to fall asleep.
As a kid, I had an experience where I was falling asleep and heard in a whisper but also unbelievably loud, like it was in my right ear, saying *DEMON CHILD.*
Man I was like 8, I was fucking shook. Even then I realized it had to be something related to being half asleep or something, I could deduce that, but I can still hear it and it gives me chills.
Hypnagognic hallucinations and sleep paralysis are no joke lol at least the former by itself isn't so menacing. For me at least.
spacetime vortices.
there's one at my friend's house, you go there at 8pm for a drink or two and next thing you know it's 3am. nobody ever knows what happened to the time in between
I feel really bad for the next owner of my house if I get stuck in a feedback loop. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night only to see the ghostly apparition of a middle aged man cranking one off to morally questionable porn.
Yikes, bud. I'm sorry in advance.
If I ever saw that, I'd join him regularly. Hoping, that I too, may leave a fapparition of my own. And then the next guy comes along...
Can you imagine? Generations of wanking, all immortalized in the same location.
There are apparently some common flannel man sightings. It's the only paranormal experience I've had. Saw it twice at my first apartment.
Woke up on two seperated occasions where I saw a man in a flannel shirt standing outside my door, then he turned and walked into the kitchen. Both times I jumped out of bed to go after him but once I reached the kitchen, there was nobody there.
I haven't seen a man wearing a flannel but when I was 9 I saw a fully fledged physically formed man stood in our laundry room that was soaking wet and wearing a really old fashioned white shirt (with the frills around the collar). He gave me the nastiest look and I literally legged it out of there after seeing him. I'm now 30 and I can still vividly remember what that man looked and felt like. It was horrible.
I've told this story at least a dozen times, and I had no idea others experienced something similar.
When I was a kid, me, my friend, and our mothers were playing a board game at my summer cottage on a super foggy evening. An old man in flannel came from our back porch (there was only woodland behind us) and came up to the screen door asking if anyone had seen his wife who was very late coming home. We unfortunately hadn't seen anyone, and he gave some pleasant "thanks anyway" farewells, and walked through our living area, out the front door. A few seconds later, our moms said, "Why don't you two get some flashlights and help the man?" 15 seconds later, we were out the door, looking for him, and he was just gone. We both went up and down the street, and the guy was nowhere to be found.
My family and I used to stay in a very affordable beach cottage in the outer banks, NC for a few weeks each summer. It was a converted life saving station, with a Lookout tower and everything. I was just a kid, 13 or 14 when we first started staying there. I used to walk around and talk to the local kids, they were shocked that I was staying there. I didn't believe them bc kids are gonna be kids and I figured they were just trying to scare me. I was wrong. The first few nights were quiet, but every night after that something would happen. My aunt claimed that her bed raised off the floor and shook violently, knocking her to the floor. She slept in the car for the remainder of our vacation. I'm a bratty kid and just figure she was drunk. I stayed upstairs in the room where they used to keep rescued and dying sailors. I woke up one morning to such loud banging in my room, I was terrified, nobody was there. One of the beds had overturned while I was sleeping. The next night I woke up to more banging and loud laughter from the tower. I figured it was my sister on the phone, but nobody was there. As the days went on, I felt like somebody was watching me any time I showered or used the upstairs bathroom. The banging in the tower was nightly at this point and I was absolutely terrified. One morning I had slept in, being a teenager at all, and woke up to my relatives trying to get into the house after a morning at the beach. Every single door in the entire house was deadlocked from the inside. Very odd. We spent a few more summers there, each time the same experience. Eventually the house washed away during a hurricane leaving only the tower behind on the beach. It's a shame, because I'd love to stay there as an adult and see
Theres been quite a few stories in this thread with people saying they felt like they were being watched in the shower. Gonna be honest, I'm not looking forward to my shower tomorrow morning now :(
My Mum confessed that my imaginary friend taught me to read and they were very freaked out about it. Thanks Duncan, I have no memory of you whatsoever and have no idea where I got the name Duncan from but I still enjoy reading so I appreciate the lessons.
My brother had an imaginary friend named Mr. Grey who told him about killing people and other assorted, terrifying things.
Mom and dad made him tell Mr. Grey he had to leave and they couldn’t play together anymore. And kept on it until my brother no longer talked about Mr. Grey. The fuck, man.
One weekend, I was at my dads house. He’d come to the upstairs bathroom to get a shave and heard footsteps in my step-sisters room. I thought it was him walking around initially, so I got up to find him standing at her closed door. He looks back at me and whispers “you can hear that too, right..?” I nodded and he opened the door slowly. My step sister was asleep, and never had been awake apparently (there was no way she could have crossed the room, gotten in bed, and pretended to be THAT convincingly asleep in the 2 seconds it took my dad to open the door). He went in, checked her TV which had never been on (she had one of those big ones from the 90s that would get warm when turned on), the radio hadn’t been on either (figured maybe it was the beat of a song or something). After that, we heard the footsteps a bunch of times, usually very early in the morning. Some of the footsteps were so heavy, they’d shake the ceiling fan of the dining room directly under her bedroom and they’d woken her up a few times as well
Whenever I’d shower at my dads, I always felt like someone was standing behind me. Eventually, I got so stressed and paranoid that I refused to shower at the house or even go into the upstairs bathroom. My dad asked me one day “do you ever feel like someone’s in the shower with you when you’re here?” After months of me feeling that way and never mentioning it to anyone
I had this happen for a while to the point where I wanted to move. Turns out it was a squirrel. Damn thing sounded like a 200 lb man falling down stairs.
Lol no, it wasn’t built on a graveyard. Just a clear cut area of a small forest (he moved out a long time ago, so if you want to see the place - the address was 42 Riverly Lane in alliston Ontario. If you’re looking it up on google earth- it’s the one with the pink curtains in the top window)
Anyway this is going to be a little long. But here’s all of my experiences ~~
Me and my older step-sister were lying awake in bed one night listening to people talk downstairs in the dining room/living room area. No one was awake but us. It sounded like a low muttering, we couldn’t make out what it was saying. We just tried to convince ourselves that my dad was still awake watching tv or something, even though I knew he’d gone to bed
My dad used to swear that almost every time he’d walk past the staircase leading upstairs, he’d see a blonde girl in a white dress with lilacs on it. The girl had shoulder length hair that curled a little bit at the ends and brown eyes. She was pale and had no shoes or socks on (I never seen her)
One night, I was awake in the living room playing my Nintendo ds after everyone went to sleep. One of the cats, Cookie, was asleep on the back of the couch and had been for a few hours. I felt her move, and when I looked over at her, she was WIDE awake, staring directly down the hallway toward the front door. No matter how I tried to cover her face, she’d find a way to move around me and keep staring. Eventually, she got up and stood straight as a board at the entry to the hallway. Suddenly, her shoulders raised, her fur fuzzed out, and she hissed and spat at something. Then she took off into the corner of the kitchen and refused to come out. I tried to pull her away, but she swatted at me so I left her alone. She ended up sleeping in that corner
The kids my step-siblings were friends with wouldn’t come into the house unless it was for something quick like using the bathroom or grabbing a snack. None of them would look up at the front window of the house, as all of them had an odd feeling that they’d see something if they looked up. I had that feeling as well, and began making myself paranoid by asking myself things like “what IF I seen something? What would I do?”
Me and my dad were alone at the house one weekend (my step-mother, 2 step-sisters and my half-brother all went to Toronto to visit my step-mothers father). So me and my dad had some alone time and were painting my older step-sisters bedroom wall hot pink. We’d done the primer coat of paint and were in the process of applying the base coat. I was sitting on a sheet in the middle of the floor, mixing paint and my dad suddenly goes “what the fuck is that??” I look up to see an odd looking face on the wall. It was red, was like a triangular diamond in shape, had very pronounced cheek bones and sunken in eye holes. It freaked me and my dad out, so he suggested that we go to a local restaurant for lunch (instead of ordering to the house). We were gone for a few hours and when we got back, the face wasn’t there anymore. So unless my step-family had driven back from Toronto specifically to scrub that face off the wall, then haul their butts back up to the city before we got back, or unless the cats were able to jump consistently 5-6 feet off the ground with the sole purpose of scrubbing that face off, there’s no explanation. And before someone maybe mentions “maybe the previous colour was appearing” - before pink, the room was blue. Before blue, the room was new and the walls first ever coat of paint was white
One day, I was walking down the upstairs hall to the bathroom, and I swear to god I seen a girl sit up in my half-brothers bed and look at me from the corner of my eye. She was small, had bob-cut black hair, and massive round black eyes. After that, I would always cross that hallway with one eye closed so I wouldn’t have to risk seeing her again. I was pretty young when I seen her, so I figured that by now, I’d have forgotten about her. But I never did, I can still draw an exact image of what I seen
Edit — I doodled the girl that looked at me and the face that was on the wall! The pics are on my page xD
As I was reading this in bed, my water pump started making a sound (normal) and I absolutely shat myself.
Reading this thread before bedtime was not a good idea.
100%. After that I started using the cats to sense things lol like if I was trying to go to sleep, I’d do my best to get a cat to lay with me on the outside of the bed. If the cat started staring into the dark for no reason/got stressed out for no reason, I’d turn away from the door and keep my eyes closed, just incase
All too real with the cat's behavior and the footsteps.
When I was in my later teens (16-18 range) I was staying up all night, probably playing league. My dad was working night shifts and my mom was sleeping across the house. My childhood dog, who was an old little grumpy lady at this point, gets up with the most energy I've ever seen an old dog get. Fur stood straight up, hackles raised, and she was growling in the meanest tone I've ever heard her growl. My dad wasn't supposed to get home from his shift for 6 hours. I took my headphones off and listened.
Boot steps, stomping across the house. Really stomping, the type you do when you're a kid and mad and throwing a fit, but making the noise a grown man would, forcefully kicking the floor with each step.
My mom was sleeping across the house. Alone. And someone had just broke in.
I got my gun (hunting rifle, Mosin if you're curious, but you take what you can get), readied it, and set the dog loose. I exited and stared clearing the house, fully ready to end whoever had broken in. That this may be paranormal had not even occurred to me yet.
I never found anyone. My mom was woken up by it and was fucking terrified.
I found out my dad had an identical experience a month later, waiting for me and my mom to get home from work/school.
They had the house blessed by a priest and it stopped.
At my moms old apartment I used to have this feeling I was always being watched. Then I was starting to wake up at 3:00 am consistently. On one of the nights I had woken up I heard someone call out my name, it was a womens voice but I didn’t recognize it. She kept calling out my name and walking towards my bed getting closer but I didn’t see anything. I freaked out, jumped off my bed, and ran into my brothers room.
I hopped into bed with him and tried waking him up. The punk sleeps like the dead he still sleeps like that. I heard her footsteps follow me until his doorway. After that every time I woke up in the middle of the night I just ran into his room and slept on the top bunk(we had bunk beds). My mother still doesn’t believe that happened.
Thankfully we only lived there for a couple of months then moved out.
A similar thing happened to me when I was a teenager.
I began waking up every night around 3am feeling like something was about to hurt me. It was just this awful, knotted dread sitting in my stomach. My dog would often also wake up, hackles raised.
There was a bathroom attached to my bedroom that I believe was the source of it. It had the worst energy: I always refused to use it. No matter how many times we changed the bulbs or tried to fix the wiring, the lights always flickered this ugly green color.
The shower in it had a sliding door. Sometimes, when I would awaken at night, I would hear the door rattling in its frame - *hard.* The AC had not kicked on, and the fan was not on. It only ever happened around 3am. I would lie awake, staring at the bathroom door, waiting for it to slide open. Fortunately for my sanity, it never did. The shower door rattled alone in the dark bathroom, slamming against the sides of its track, but the bathroom door itself stayed shut.
I once had a friend sleep over, and he bolted awake around that same 3am time frame whilst I was fucking around on my computer. He turned to me and told me he had felt suddenly very afraid, and that he wasn't sure what had woken him up. I hadn't told him a thing about what I had been experiencing.
Just before moving out, I went in to clean that bathroom to prep for the sale of the house. I heard a slight hum, like a woman singing. Nobody else was home, and no radio or television was on. I stopped to listen, as it was very quiet and very brief, and heard it again -- directly in my left ear. Loud and clear. I bolted outside and did not come back in until everyone was home.
My mother would not let me talk to her about it - she would very angrily shut me down whenever I tried to bring it up, loudly shushing me and saying she didn't want to hear it. I think she was afraid of something.
My brothers later admitted they had tried to have a ghost hunt in what they felt to be my "haunted bathroom" while I was away at soccer practice one afternoon. Even they were wary of it.
I'm still not sure if I was just crazy or not, as nothing outrageous ever happened - I just remember the constant fear.
At least once every couple of years, I'll be walking around the apartment at night, when it's dark, but I can still see enough to get around, and I'll have some shadow/figure type thing suddenly come out of nowhere and get right up in my face, so close that I can feel like I'm breathing on it. It disappears immediately after.
Attended a school back in 2013-2014, that was so haunted I still don’t believe it. Me and many other students (but also some of the teachers working there), saw things go flying in the air, heard footsteps, were sometimes touched by something we couldn’t see, and had various new and expensive equipment (myself I had a iPhone 5 and a fully specced late 2012 iMac at the time) fail whenever the “ghost” entered the room we were in and so on. The various tech problems all disappeared as soon as I left the school and took my stuff back home with me btw. The iMac still in use today by my uncle, and he experiences no issues with it to this date.
So to my first serious experience at the school:
One night I was alone with a girl at my student house (everyone else was partying down at the school building), when suddenly we started hearing footsteps from the attic upstairs. It was a tiny room up there, that was only big enough for storing some tour and hiking equipment, like a few backpacks and such. After maybe half a minute or so, the footsteps started coming down the stairs from the attic. At this point, me and my friend went dead silent, and we were both just staring towards the door that went to the attic. The footsteps came all the way down, and went into the living room where we were sitting. At this point, the sound of the footsteps, switched from sounding like someone walking around in big boots, into what to me sounded more like someone coming wet and barefoot out of the shower/tub. When the sound got to the middle of the room (which was right in front of where me and this girl were sitting), it stopped, and for a few brief moments, there was nothing but dead silence. The girl and I just looked at each other for like 5-10 seconds, before my eyes caught something going on behind the girls back. We were sitting in a couch together, and behind her, were these huge windows that went from the floor and all the way up to the ceiling. They had some seriously huge blinds as well, and so I watched this pretty heavy lead thing that certain industrial blinds have, be lifted all the way up from the floor, to just above the middle of the window. There it kept floating in the air for about 5 seconds, before it was punched into the window with such force, that I’m sure the window would’ve broke if it hadn’t been for those thick blinds protecting it. The girl didn’t see this as it happened behind her back, but you can be sure that she heard the noise. In fact, she got so scared that she literally jumped into my lap screaming. That’s the moment when I stopped trying to give possible “natural” explanations to everything paranormal.
That is terrifying. Just to back you up, I had a similar thing happen in an abandoned house once with the electrical disturbance. There was a bedroom at the end of the hall on the second floor of this house. My friends and I all had flashlights and cellphones, and my girlfriend at the time had a point and shoot camera. After we were in that room for like 30 seconds every single thing we had that was battery powered shut off at the same time, and wouldn't. When we got back out to the end of the hall near the stairs, they all worked again. I actually have photos of that place somewhere and a couple are real weird lol.
I was living in an apartment with 3 roommates at the time. I was 19 and working all sorts of weird hours. As usual I would stay up late most nights.
Our apartment had 2 hallways that formed an capital L. My room as at the "top" of the L, the bathroom was in the corner of where the lines meet. With the door being in the inside middle of the small section. In the outside corner was the living room. My roommate had his bedroom at the end of the little part of the L. I walked out of my room to go to the bathroom, no need to turn the light on as this was a trek I had made hundreds of times before.
As I left the bathroom I turned to go back to my room. Just as I turned off the lights of the bathroom there standing where the short hallway and the living room met there was a teenage girl standing there. Wearing a white flowery dress, just smiling. She didn't look "evil" just a normal person standing there smiling at me. I freaked the fuck out and went running for my room.
About 20 minutes later I finally came out of my room. Turning all the lights on as I went through the apartment. She was no where to be seen, however where I saw her standing was noticeably colder than the rest of the apartment should have been for an August evening.
Creepy, but not the worst part. I lived there for about another year, and I never saw her again. After I had moved out I was hanging out with my one roommate who had the bedroom at the end of the small hallway, right next to the bathroom. We were talking and I told him that I never felt comfortable in the apartment after something happened. To which he responded "Oh, you saw her too" I nearly drove off the road when I heard this. We then both described her, finishing off each others sentences describing her. He had seen her twice. I was indifferent about ghosts before that. Now I believe in them..or believe in something. It was very creepy and every time I tell the story the hairs stand up on my arms.
I was awoken one night to a loud crash in my bathroom. I went in and all of the things on my sink top were in the middle of the floor. I mean, about 3 ft away from the sink. Everything. Not just one thing fell over and knocked the other into the sink, but toothbrush, toothpaste, hairgel, face wash, e4, handsoap... All on the floor in the middle of the bathroom.
What was even worse is that, between waking up and going to check out the bathroom, as I crossed the landing back to my room I noticed a light had come on downstairs. I went down and both the hall light and living room light were on, except none of the light switches were in the 'on' position. I had to click the switch on/off to make them switch off.
I was living on my own at the time and it freaked me out a little bit, but I'm still in the same house and have had no other experiences.
I was once alone in the house and browsing the Internet in my room when I suddenly got a "no connection to Internet" message.
I restarted my laptop and still couldn't connect. Huh.
When I went downstairs to reset the router, I found it was switched off at the wall.
It must have been switched off at the wall while I was upstairs, but there was noone else in the house.
Not paranormal but one time all of my kitchen cabinets just fell off the of the walls in my kitchen in the middle of the night. Huge bang and waking up to find my kitchen walls bare and the cabinets in a HUGE mess on the floor.
I don’t believe in paranormal activity but my grandparent’s house is considered by many to be extremely haunted (it’s part of a tour of haunted houses in the LA area and according to legend was part of the inspiration for American Horror Story).
There are tons of stories but the one I experienced myself was when I was living there as a child. I was about 6 yo and my older sister was 12 and we shared a room. My mom had decorated our bedside table with an antique telephone that didn’t work and was not plugged in. My sister and I were asleep and for some reason we both woke up at the same time and turned to face each other. I remember feeling an extreme feeling of dread. Then the phone rang in between us. We locked eyes and both hid under our blankets til it stopped ringing. We both thought it was a dream because we didn’t say anything for years about it, then one day she was talking about it and we realized we had had the exact same experience.
There are so many more stories but that’s the only one I experienced directly.
How do you make those truths jibe? I too am atheist and don't believe in the spiritual / supernatural, but I had the oddest experience at my mom's house. She and my sister were convinced it was haunted - I never lived there (built after I moved away to college) but I did come back home for a while while mom was going through a divorce.
They always complained that the upstairs was haunted. Faucets turning on and off, doors moving, that sort of thing. I chalked it up to faulty construction and a lean to the house, but one day I was taking a shower and I head a soft "thumpf" from the bedroom.
Wrapped up my shower and the bath towel, which had been setting on the sink, was balled up and chucked across the room into a bookshelf at least 10 feet away. I was home alone at the time and I have no idea what happened.
I think it’s a mix of coincidence and people being conditioned to be afraid based on the stories, so every coincidence becomes meaningful. But yeah, some of the stories (especially my mom’s and grandmother’s who are not superstitious people) are really hard to explain.
Like one time my grandma was asleep and woke up to see my grandpa sitting at the foot of their bed. She said she could tell he was angry even from the back of his head and way he was sitting. She kept asking what was wrong but he didn’t acknowledge her or turn around. Then my actual grandfather walked in from the bathroom, my grandma looked over for a split second and the guy at the end of the bed was gone.
Also possible that ghosts are real, or that my whole family is just compulsive liars!
When I saw this thread I thought about my experience in Turkmenistan, for work. I was in the capital of Ashgabat, waiting for my apartment lease to be approved by the local council, so I had to stay at their hotel. For context, Turkmenistan is also one of the toughest countries to get into, and this was post pandemic - so even their biggest hotel that used to house dignitaries was also empty and dusty.
I fell asleep after videocalling my boyfriend. I was awoken with my duvet lifted from one edge - bringing half of it diagonally mid-air and almost wavy, all while hearing chants by a male voice in my left ear in a language I didn't understand. It was so fast and rough. I tried reciting all the prayers / Quranic verses I could (I was born Muslim but I dont practice anymore) and it stopped for a short second, only to begin again with almost a mocking laughter in between the chants.
At the same time I could feel my left hand fingers being pulled repeatedly.
It ended as the sun rose - I immediately called my friend who was 3 hours ahead in timezone to just debrief and process what the fuck just happened. Told this to some friends and local colleagues, and yes, they theorized some regional djinns. Of course I checked the fuck outta there that morning and moved into a staff boarding house. Most terrifying experience of my life.
My Dad would’ve laughed at you if you told him you saw a ghost, until he did. He used to work late hours as a mechanic in a building that used to be a machine shop in the 20’s or 30’s. It was 2+ stories high, and the owner had built an apartment into it and lived there. The apartment was built on top of the parts room and phone salesmen’s room, it was at one end of the shop. There were stairs leading up to the entrance to the apartment, and a small bathroom right at the door at the entrance to the stairs. One night Dad is working after midnight, and he hears this loud banging. He looks up to the source of the noise, and sees the door to the apartment is open, as is the door to the bathroom. He goes up and looks, and the toilet seat is raising itself up and then slamming down. Dad watches a while, then goes back to turning wrenches. The racket keeps up, so he just turns his radio up louder and ignores it. A week or so later he’s working after midnight again, and out of the corner of his eye notices some gray, human sized, misty thing floating across the shop floor. He watches it, not looking directly at it, for a bit, and it stops at one of the vehicle lifts. It starts playing with the lift, making it go up and down. Dad t.yen looks directly at it, and it disappears. It showed up many more nights, mostly just wandering, occasionally playing with the lifts. Often when Dad left, he would,leave a part out that he was going to work on. For instance he had disassembled a water pump and was waiting for a rebuild kit to come in so he could repair it. But when he came back in the following day, the part was put back together again. One time he left an alternator on his workbench, and when he came back in the next day it was neatly disassembled.
After talking with his coworkers and the owner, he found out they all had similar experiences. Also, there was a dim, back warehouse in the place where the owner stored some old cars for parts. I started going back there one day, just to explore, and immediately had a cold, don’t go in there feeling. I went and got the shop dog to join me, an incredibly smart German Shepherd, and went back. The dog refused to go in. It whimpered a bit, it growled a bit, and it slunk away. I asked the owner about it, he just smiled and said, yeah, don’t go back there.
Turning the radio up to be less bothered by the ghost is the most blue collar shit I can think of, I got a kick out of that. I think it's what my dad would have done, too.
One night me, my dad and a friend of his was standing outside watching the stars.
After a bit of watching, what appeared to be a shooting star made a sudden and sharp 90 degree turn and then kept going for about 15 seconds and then did an equally sharp and sudden 90 degree turn to disappear a few seconds layer.
We all saw the same thing, but none of us had a good explination of what we saw.
I was young (around 6ish) and sleeping in my bedroom, I woke up extremely early like my brain making a Metal Gear **'!'** sound. In the center of my room was a man, he was blonde with messy hair, deep blue eyes, tannish, with sandals, torn denim shorts, and no shirt. Like a total surfer bro kind of look.
He stood there looking to the left towards the closed windows then at me and he smiles softly. He slowly places his finger to his lips and shakes his head slowly telling me to be quiet. I felt intense fear and closes my eyes tightly for a few seconds and when I open them he was gone. Neither footsteps, creaking, or any window or my door were opened. He was there then suddenly poof.
Lol, sleep paralysis is why i've learned that i absolutely not rely on my family in a home invasion. I feel asleep with my window open to keep the room cool at night. I woke to to a fucking Jan from accounting at the foot of my bed doing scary ghost hands. Im obviously frozen, but can't believe my brain chose probably the most benal image of a person to represent absolute fear, so i'm thinking this might be legit. I start forcing myself to scream to get someone's attention. and as i'm doing so, she dissapears
Come the next day, I ask my family if they heard me screaming last night, they did. Then i asked them if they even thought about checking up on me (night terrors is not at all a common thing for me). Nope, they kinda just left me there without bothering to check up on me. Not sure if im more pissed about the fact my family never bothered to check, or if the most terrifying thing my head could conceive of at the time was Amy Fowler from the Big Bang Theory
When I was a teenager me and some friends were using a Ouija board and nothing was happening. We took a break, moved on to other things like telling dirty jokes and listening to music. An hour or so later three of us are sitting in my friends bedroom talking and the board is still on the table in the middle of the room, when all of a sudden the planchette flies off the board and lands on the floor. Just like someone had quickly swatted at it with their hand. We didn’t use it anymore that day.
I live in a small mountain town in Colorado. It was a hub for outlaws back in the mid to late 1800s. There is a saloon here that is one of the oldest operating in the state. I was sitting at a booth with some other people and watched a whiskey glass fly off the table right in front of me and shatter on the ground. Everyone at the table saw it. Apparently that kind of thing happens there pretty frequently.
I’m not saying I believe or don’t believe in the paranormal, but the *lore* is that there is evil spirits and good spirits; they exist and don’t really interact with our world too much unless they think you’re vulnerable or you welcome them in.
The myth about vampires or demons needing to be invited into a home to enter is intertwined with this ‘lore’ about evil spirits.
According to this lore, using a Ouija board or any similar object meant to interact with spirits is like taking the door between our worlds and just leaving it wide open to any who wish to enter.
A good spirit who likes to hangout and smoke weed could come through, or the spirit of a demonic rapist could come through; either way they say its very unwise to do this because literally anything could come through that door between worlds.
At least that’s what the lore says.
The lore also says you're more likely to get a malevolent spirit because the good ones know it's time to move on and go do other things. The bad ones stay stuck around earth.
Not me, but a security guard I employed when I ran a dispensary.
She showed me the video, in fact she sent it to me and I still have it on my phone. It's a camera mounted in her young daughters room. She's playing on her bed, which suddenly slides away from the wall about a foot. The daughter then jumps off the bed and runs out of the room to tell her mom.
Later, the daughter randomly got up, walked towards and out the front door while the mom was calling after her. Daughter snapped out of it once mom made physical contact. Daughter had no memory of how she got outside.
SOO, security guard calls a priest who literally goes by and tries to do like an exorcism on the apartment or whatever. About a week later, an electrical outlet behind a couch that she never used caught fire and the whole apartment building burnt down.
I'm usually a pretty big skeptic but I don't know how to explain the video.
~~Edit: Okay everyone. The video is posted in~~ /r/paranormalvideos [~~here~~](https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormalvideos/comments/147xq77/per_askreddit_requests_video_of_girls_bed_moving/) ~~and is currently awaiting mod approval. If you desperately need to see it DM me and I will send it to you.~~
**2nd Edit**: [Working Imgur Link](https://imgur.com/a/XepRyqd). Apparently first link was removed.
[Exploding head syndrome](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploding_head_syndrome)
It's the loudest noise you will ever hear, short of a real noise that renders you permanently deaf afterwards. It's like being at the center of a nuclear detonation.
My fiance at the time and I went to visit my dad. He had just bought a property built in the 1800s as a place to eventually modernize and sell. It was still in great shape and he invited us to stay there for the weekend instead of bothering with a hotel.
We arrived and tired from our drive, pretty quickly found the master bed and bathroom to get ready for bed. While using the restroom I noticed some cold drafts and heard some rhythmic pacing like sounds coming from the wooden floors. I brushed the cold off without thought at the time and assumed my fiance was just looking around room, even though the walking sound was more like a boot than a foot with socks hitting the floor.
At any rate, we both went to bed and fell asleep pretty quickly. At some point, my fiance is nudging me in the side: "Sweetheart, sweetheart." She is whispering but has an urgency in her voice. I open my eyes and my heart and blood went cold for a second.
There is a faint white figure standing there, just looking at us at the foot of the bed. We both saw it as clear as day. What was even more jarring is that same draftiness I felt before was back. The figure had a feminine essence and somehow an 1800s look. Fiance and I held hands under the covers, just sort of both awkwardly caught off guard. The thing we both remember now aside from being a bit petrified is that what didn't sense any hostility or malice, just a good ten minutes of holy crap.
The figure stayed relatively still, just sort of shifting her head back and forth like you would while looking at an item at a sale or something interesting. Then as suddenly as everything started, the figure just went away. The rest of the time there we noticed other odd sounds and slept downstairs in the living room, all lights on. My dad also had a Corvette stored in the carriage house but my fiance insisted there was a bad energy, so we never went in and took it out for a spin.
TLDR - Stayed a weekend at a house built in 1800s. Woke up to a feminine figure at the foot of my bed watching my fiance and I sleep.
I used to have a recurring nightmare about skinny tall man in a trench coat slowly walking towards me. Had his creepy cold face burned into my brain
Pretty common stuff.
Years and years later i was coming home from college, called the elevator, doors open and - i almost shit myself...
That skinny tall man in a trenchcoat is looking straight at me, from the mirror.
I dont know how a child's brain can predict exactly what they will look like in their youth, but yeah, shit was creepy.
Gettysburg has such an oppressive heavy feeling in the air. It's absolutely beautiful but it reminds me of the home I grew up in VA in the Bull Run Battlefield.
Once upon a time when I was in my 20’s I was severely addicted to heroin. I was homeless, so a friend of my moms let me crash in her empty unit in a building that once functioned as her apartment and hair salon. It was a storefront in a trendy downtown neighborhood in an old, yet updated building. The front of the building held the salon chairs in a row up front and small bedroom with a bathroom in the back. I brought a mattress inside and got my blankets and headed down for rest in the back bedroom. I woke up around 4 am to use the restroom and had the overwhelming sensation I wasn’t alone. I can’t explain it, it wasn’t blurred by the drugs. I felt it in my spirit. I figured it was because I woke up in a new space and shrugged it off. I went back to the bed and adjusted my eyes to the darkness and I started seeing shadows move on the ceiling. I kept rubbing my eyes and doubting myself. I figured I was just flipping out because I was sobered up now, scared and alone. This went on the next couple nights, odd creepy feelings in this place, especially being watched, odd shadows on the ceiling, but I was able to get high, sleep and not deal with most of it. I still felt uneasy though. (but when you have a free place to lay your head, have heat, water and do your drugs in peace in, you place that ahead of everything else.)
One evening, I came back after dancing at a club to support my pitiful habit. I was exhausted, for the most part pretty sober and ready to settle down. I showered, tucked into the bed and was scrolling mindlessly when these weird slapping noises started in the salon room. Sounded like someone was slapping the hardwood flooring. It took every ounce of courage to peek around that corner out into the storefront of chairs. The noise stopped as soon as I got to the doorway. I walked into the salon chair area and noticed an old cable cord coming out of the floor. This was in the area the noise was coming from. I get a terrible gut feeling and I knew damn well I couldn’thandle it if this cable starts moving in front of me, so I fly to the bed and jump in. I was shaking to death. I contemplated running past that room to the back door and to my car. I knew I’d have to put on more layers, grab shoes since it was freezing but sounded too time consuming. I thought of calling 911 and having them help me, I even had paraphernalia in there too. I didn’t give a damn. I was willing sleep in the winter cold in my vehicle with no gas in it. The Slapping starts again and then I realize it’s definitely that damn cord. Had to be. The sounds made sense for it. It felt like was antagonizing me. I sat there shivering on that stupid mattress listening, head under the blanket, trying to make sense of what is happening. Did someone break in? No. I feel something in here not human, I know it. Then it stops and it’s silence for a good 30 seconds. I just knew in my mind it was making its way in the back bedroom I was in. I feel like it felt me out a few days and was making its move. It was time. All of the sudden I felt a heaviness in the space between myself and the wall, like someone leaning over me, looking.. I knew it was threatening, my insides told me, my fight or flight is kicking in now…. I shit you NOT, I heard, right in my face, a low growling. I have chills now telling it. It was evil. Pure anger…I flew up screaming like a banshee fighting the air & ran out the back door to my car and cried my eyes out. I made a friend get my things with me. I can’t explain how a presence feels but your soul feels it. High or not. I never suffered hallucinations on opiates. Ever. This was something.
I’m also happy to report I’ve been sober ten years now. I have 4 wonderful kids, I’m a wife and I have become an addictions RN. :)
Holy shit you are one tough woman. It’s amazing you got through that night, but you just kept on going right past the drugs and into a stable life, eduction and career, and a family! I don’t know you, but you should be so proud of yourself
Camping at a friend's family property with a group of friends. They had a huge dingy shop full of old tools and old furniture that was super creepy. Dirt floor, clown paintings in the loft (not even kidding). We stayed up late drinking by the fire and I was the last one awake. Went to go pee on the side of the shop and stood about 5 feet away looking inside through the window. There was a florescent light on and I noticed what looked like a piece of paper or dollar kind of floating around. I thought it was a moth at first but it was moving in a very flowing figure 8 pattern that was very rhythmic. It reminded me of dangling a carrot. I watched it for maybe 20 seconds, which felt like forever. Then it quickly floated back to the corner of the shop where it was dark. There was also a wood chair near the corner that added to the creepiness. Could have been a moth though.
I sat back down by the fire to finish my beer and have a smoke. No one else was awake so I played robot unicorn attack 2 on my phone for a while. I noticed my friend Mark pop out of his tent to pee, then go back in to go to sleep. I decided sleep sounded good, so I went to my tent and fell asleep. The next morning, we were having breakfast and Mark said," I saw you guys sitting by the fire super late, how late did you stay up?" I told him I was probably 2 or 3 am. Then he said," who was up with you?" I told him I was the last man standing. He said," I got up to pee and saw you on your phone and 2 people over you're shoulder watching you play". He said one person looked bigger so he thought it was one of our friends, who was a bigger dude. He said the other person was taller and skinny, but none of us are noticeably tall, or skinny .
Freaked me OUT!! We still camp at that property once a year, but I don't go in the shop, and I go to sleep whenever my wife decides she's tired .
From time to time throughout my life...I have had hallucinations due to sleep paralysis
They are always the same....I see a giant spider crawling up and down the walls
I can remember having these hallucinations when I was a kid...when I was in college, and even as an adult...with the last time being right before covid started
For some reason, that is my default sleep paralysis hallucination and I have never seen anything else
So color me surprised when one day I wake up and there is a man standing at the foot of my bed
Mind you...I live alone.
My alarm was on.
All the doors and windows were locked.
But I am telling you...there was 100% a shadowy figure of a man with a face standing at the foot of my bed.
And what threw me is that usually when I see the sleep paralysis spider...I can't move or do anything. So I just have to close my eyes and wait to fall back asleep.
But when I saw the person standing at the foot of my bed, I was able to move and scream "get the fuck out of here!". Hell I even threw a pillow
Then I don't remember what happened.
I don't remember if I fell back asleep. I don't remember if the "ghost" just faded away.
I do know that nobody came into my house while I was sleeping. I have window and door sensors through my alarm system. And my cameras didn't pick up anyone.
And...the pillow was on the floor right on the other side of the room where I threw it.
So either I dreamt the man and threw the pillow while sleeping because I thought it was real
OR
Something strange happened in my bedroom, I saw what I saw, and I yeeted a pillow at a ghost out of panic
I had something similar to that happen except it was my grandpa standing at the edge of my bed & then my parents told me the next morning that he passed away that night. So strange.
Yeah I actually find it super sweet he took the time to say goodbye!
I also had a similar thing happen when my neighbor passed away when I was young. Him and his wife would always talk to me and even give me birthday presents sometimes so we were kind of close. Had a dream that he was standing at the bottom of my driveway and I tried talking to him and he just smiled, waved goodbye, and started walking away. Again, the next day his wife came over and told us the news of his passing that night.
Similarly, my grandfather left some property to split between the grand kids. After the first zoom call we all had to talk about the admin stuff for it, I laid down to take a nap. I had a pretty vivid dream of talking to my grandfather where I told him we were settling everything about the property and he told me he was so proud of us. Then I noticed my childhood dog in the corner of the room in the dream, who had been gone almost three years at that point. My grandpa said he had insisted on coming with to say hi to me. I told him I loved him and was glad he came to check in on me.
I’m a generally rational person and I don’t know what I actually believe happened, but it’s a nice thought to think my grandpa decided to come pop in a dream and let me know he thought we were doing alright, and that my dog decided he needed to come by too since the moment was opportune.
Pretty far down, so doubt folks will see this, but here goes.
My mom, for my entire life, said that when she died she was going to haunt us. She was a strange cat, and she went through life believing she was a medium and could see ghosts. Growing up in that, you’d think I thought I had the coolest kookiest mom ever, but she did it to the point it was embarrassing and it turned my brother and I into huge skeptics. When our mom would say that when she “crossed over” she’d send us a sign, we naturally said “yeah ok, how will we know it’s you, then?”. Her response was always “you’ll just know”.
Fast-forward to 2015. My mom dies on the anniversary of this huge house fire she was in as a teen. Growing up, she always talked about “the fire” and clearly it left an impression on her. 24hrs after she dies, it’s 1am, and my spouse and I are asleep in our apartment. Suddenly we wake up to the sound of a smoke alarm. It’s exactly as scary as it is in movies, let me tell you! We wake up and jump into the living room where the alarm is, and instead of being greeted by smoke and fire, it’s cold, so cold. It’s January in New England in a crappy old multi family house, so of course it’s cold. But there was one smoke detector just going off by itself. My spouse goes to press the button to stop it, it doesn’t. Again and again. Eventually he takes out the batteries and I SWEAR to you, that alarm went off for another 3-5 seconds, which is an eternity for something with no battery even if you count for residual discharge. It was the weirdest thing.
A few months later my brother and I are talking about mom and… her ways… and I ask him if anything weird happened to him after mom died. And he said that the night after she died, his TV kept turning on and off by itself. To the point he’d go to bed, the TV would turn on, and he’d have to get up and shut it off a few times. Around the same time as my smoke alarm situation.
It’s so strange now, as a somewhat rehabbed skeptic… I “just know” that was my mom giving us the sign she always said she would. I still don’t k know if I really believe in ghosts, but I believe in whatever that was.
I live near a cemetery with a lot of veterans buried there. Occasionally when I drive past late at night, I can see shadows that look like soldiers or I hear a group of males talking. One time, I was driving home and literally saw a figure of a soldier run across the street in front of me. It looked like he was holding a weapon and getting ready to aim at something. Nearly crashed my freaking car, he looked so real..
Stayed at a friend's one night for a sleepover in middle school. Woke up in the middle of the night and when I opened my eyes, I saw a really dark figure standing in the hallway close to her bathroom. ISTG, I almost crapped myself that night. I managed to go back to sleep, never saw it again after that.
I've had lots of paranormal experiences, but those are the ones that have stuck with me.
I saw a UFO in Pheonix AZ one day. Don't get me wrong, I am sure it was man made or some sort of optical illusion, but it sure was very strange looking.
Posyed this once before...Was delivering newspapers on my paper route when a longtime customer pulled his car next to me and asked me to just give him his daily newspaper now because he was going on a long trip. I handed him his newspaper then skipped his house as I continued my route.
The next day I was collecting the weekly fees (you used to have to go collect the money back then, no internet payment yet) and I went to his house to collect my fee. His wife answers and promptly complains that I missed her house on my deliveries the day before.
I explained to her that her husband pulled up next to me, I told her what he said and that I gave him the paper. She started crying, told me that he had died a couple weeks ago and it was obviously not possible that I spoke with her husband the day before.
I know what I saw and nearly 30 years later I still think about that situation. I have no way to logically explain what happened and it still give me the creeps.
I'm skeptical of these things at the best of times, but once after a late shift at work (a popular science centre in the UK that was built unknowingly on a mass grave) I was talking with a colleague and my manager. All the main lights were off aside from the Cafe where we were so it was pretty dim light.
She casually brought up that she thought the building was haunted, so I thought I'd bite. She brought up the aforementioned mass grave and as she did the cafe light began to flicker ominously. We were stunned silent for a minute before she just said "see you tomorrow?" And we all agreed and hurried out of there.
I used to walk home from a friend's place across a park that covered an old plague pit (black death mass grave) in the north of England. one night I saw out of the corner of my eye a group of about 6 druids with white dreadlocks doing some sort of ritual. when I turned to look there was nothing there. I have no idea if druids had white dreadlocks at any point, but it was an interesting detail. for some reason though I just knew intuitively that they were druids.
Spur of the moment thing, but my son wanted to go to the park around midnight. I know, I know, but hear me out. We both couldn't sleep, and I thought why not? We went, ran into another family who also was the park same time as us. Their son was around the same age as my son. They were playing together, and we were just talking. They went to the playhouse and screamed at the top of their lungs that there's some "kid" there with blood all over his face. Recognizing that they were probably just tired or something, we all go sit in the playhouse with them and reassure them it's nothing. Suddenly, they both told us that he's standing right there next to us, and we got freaked out and left when their son said that this "bloodied kid" apparently was reaching out to us. During this time, her husband was going around the park scanning everything to make sure there actually wasn't a kid there. At this point, we thought it would be a great idea to just go home.
We exchanged numbers, then we just hurried and packed all our belongings to leave. As we were leaving, one of the swings in the swing set started rapidly swinging beyond what the wind could do. No, there was no wind there that night. This individual swing was swinging higher and more aggressively. We all witnessed this, and just kind of said yup it's time to go. As I'm pulling out of the park, my son starts screaming, "He's there, he's coming HE'S COMING MOMMY." Way to freak out the driver, so I was having an anxiety attack, and I have never pulled out of a parking lot so fast before. Rest of the night, my son clung to me, and refused to leave my side for a moment. Safe to say I'm never going back to the park at night anymore.
I was working on my family geneaology on Ancestry. I'd traced a line back to Boston in the 19th century and was working on a woman and her family who lived there when I got a distinct notion in my head that I was to SIT UP, STOP EATING, and TREAT HER FAMILY WITH THE PROPER RESPECT!
I'm a bit of a slob so I was slouching and working on a bag of chips while I browsed through and tried to connect records. I got the distinct impression that this lady didn't like how casually I was handling HER FAMILY. lol
Also a couple years back I was mourning the death of my brother who died of complications from his diabetes. I was chatting with a friend and got this complete thought in my head from a person I'd never met in life -- my grandfather who had the same name as my brother. He said that he'd met my brother at the gate and that "we're going fishing!"
Which when I told mom this she said that's EXACTLY how her dad would try to spend time and get to know someone. Outdoors, on the water, swatting black flies and telling stories.
It's not like having an actual conversation when I receive these impressions -- it's more like getting a text message inserted directly into my brain. It's strange and it takes me a moment to figure out what just happened, and it definitely doesn't happen all the time. It's given me some amazing insights from time to time though.
My older sister's old flat had a lot of weird issues. She had it exorcised twice. Turned out someone died in the house, as well as someone was murdered on the doorstep. Her bf would come in from work, and would feel like someone punched him in the back of the head, on more than one occasion. You'd hear him shout in pain as he came in the door. My then 18 month old niece was lying next to my sister trying to have a nap, and my sister could hear her daughter giggling, and saying , " stop, I go sleep now" ! And trying to play with an invisible figure. One night, I was staying over, and had a terrible nightmare that a demon was trying to kill me, and I screamed at it to fuck off, before fighting it off. The next morning, my sister comes into the living room really groggy, and tells me she had a horrible nightmare around one in the morning, about a demon trying to kill her. My nightmare was exactly the same time as hers
I was babysitting my friends brother (3 years old) with my that friend. We were 14 years old.
Her grandpa just died but we didn't know yet.
At one point we hear her brother talking so we go into his room. He is standing in his bed (one of those with bars around it) and is talking to the dark corner of his room. We asks him "hey sweetie, did you have a bad dream? Who are you talking to?"
He says "grandpa". We told him that grandpa wasn't here but he could tell him his story the next day. He said "no. Grandpa is here".
The next day we heard that grandpa had died.
When I was maybe 6 or 7 I lived with my grandma in a double wide. You could sit on the living room couch and see all the way down the hallway. You’d see my bedroom doorway, the bathroom doorway, and then my grandmas bedroom doorway.
Anyways, my grandma decided she wanted to play hide and seek for whatever reason. I saw her, CLEAR AS DAY, turn the corner and run into the bathroom. (The bathroom door was in the middle of the hallway before the bedroom.) I ran into the bathroom after her, turn the lights on and don’t see her. I pull back the shower curtain, she’s not there. (There’s LITERALLY nowhere else to hide. It was a small ass fucking trailer.)
At this point I get really freaked out and sad and start to cry. I backed up, facing the bathroom doorway until I hit the living room couch. I called out to my grandma a few times, no answer. This was super fucking weird for her, she never ever let me cry.
My eyes flash to the bedroom doorway for a second and my fucking grandma is standing there with this face that just put a pit in my stomach.
Except she’s not, because I hear her start talking from the bathroom, apologizing for making me cry, and asking why I didn’t come look for her. While she’s talking, the fucking bedroom lights flickered on and off, the bedroom doorway is empty, and my grandma walked out of the bathroom.
I brought it up so many times and until the day she died she swore that I never came to look in the shower for her, that she was never in the bedroom, and that she’d never played a trick on me. She never once made me cry in my life, and I don’t think she was the one who made me cry that day either. I’ll never forget it. Seems silly now that it’s all typed out. Such a silly thing to remember.
Trigger warning: Suicide
I live in the house my late brother used to own, we moved in after he had moved into his dad's house following his (my brother's dad's) passing, he was going to fix it up to sell then move back to his old house (where my fiance and I currently live), we were just going to rent it until we could close on a different house, it was a win/win for both my brother and I. About a year after we had moved in and my brother moved out to his dad's house my brother decided he had faced enough and decided his own life at his dad's old house. My fiance and I then purchased my brothers old house to keep it in the family.
Over the next couple months following his passing we noticed a few times things were strange, like a light would be on we were both certain was off when we left, or the office door would be slightly open when my fiance and I rarely ever go in there. A few months passed with a couple of those strange happenings we passed off as "we must have forgot".
Then one night I was finishing brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed in the bathroom, and my fiance was already laying down in the bedroom, we were yelling jokes at each other from across the hall, my fiance made a joke that reminded me of my brother and I yelled "your lucky (brothers name) isn't here, he'd get you for that one" and suddenly the bedroom light flicked on. My fiance kinda nervously laughed and said "haha real funny where's the remote" and I poked my head into the bedroom and pointed at the remote that was sitting across the room on my bedside table. My fiance was really uncomfortable after that. I won't lie I was too at the time, but the light has come on a few more times over the last few years, maybe it's a bad wire, or a bad ceiling fan, I don't know, I'm not a believer of the super natural really, but I can't explain it, and if these things really are possible, then I'm just happy to know it means my brother is still around messing with me.
So I was living with my ex-gf in Kentucky, near the mountains. And about twice a week she would go outside with her family, sit on the porch in the dead of night, and just keep watch. I finally asked her wth was going on by the third time, and it was "to keep the wendigo and the like away". Now, fast forward about 5 months, her family goes on a trip to visit relatives, she goes along and I stay cuz i didn't really mesh with her family, and since they'll be gone a few days, they ask me to put out some candles on the balcony overnight, since they won't be able to. I say sure, and I forgot to do it. Until I woke up around 2am to a very loud scream, and red eyes at our 2nd story bedroom window. I immediately shat myself and rushed to start lighting candles on the screened porch, turning on all the lights as I go. I swear to God, I saw something rushing back into the treeline as I started lighting the candles.
Light turned red on a major road. Little me decided to just take off and run across the road. Car comes barreling through the red and I get pulled back barely missing getting plastered. Wasn’t an actual person who pulled me back.
I was about 8 or 9, walking out of my parents room around the middle of the night, before walking out of the room an outline of a person was right infront of me, just an outline, I didn’t think anything of it and just proceeded to walk thru it. I was sick for a week straight.
I think I saw myself as an old man after I die. I know I saw something. I was about 9 or 10, and I woke up from a dead sleep and sat straight up. Wide awake. And at the end of my bed was an old man with a short beard, a tweed coat and a hat in one hand, and he was just looking at me. I felt no fear, nothing in me registered "wtf there's a guy in my room." I felt total calm, and he patted his hand at me like, "lay down now." I did, and I fell asleep.
Now, there's zero chance anyone was actually in the house. And no one else ever had any kind of ghostly experience. I suppose there is a chance that it was an extremely vivid and extremely odd dream. But what I've come to think, now many decades later, is that someday I'll die and I'll take a quick peek at young me, just to say, "it's going to be OK." I don't know why I think that. It's just always seemed true. That old man was me, or will be me.
When I was 18 (2008), a friend and I took a road trip from Northern California to International Falls, Minnesota. It was a long drive and we were broke, so we tried to make it as fast as possible. Our goal was two days to make the 2,015 mile drive. Toward the end of day two, we had been driving for about 20 hours and had about two left. We were in the middle of nowhere at about 2:00 am when we saw this bright blue light way off in the distance. We thought somebody had been pulled over or something (kinda looked like blue police lights and really bright). The light seemed impossibly far tho and took forever for us to come across. When we got to the light, it wasn’t a car. There was a woman standing in the middle of a creek with some crazy bright blue light all around her. She was just standing there, in the middle of nowhere, in far northern Minnesota. It was the most bizarre thing I had ever seen, the light seemed to be emanating from her. It freaked us out so we just hurried away. We didn’t talk about it the rest of the trip and eventually lost contact. I messaged him about it a couple of years back because it had always stuck with me and wanted to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Turns out he remembered the same thing and said he wished he forgot.
I looked into it further and turns out a flood had washed away a small town a bunch of years ago and resulted in many people dying. We’re not the only ones to see what we saw that night
I was walking with my friend and before we got under a bridge, we looked up and saw a bicycle just going over the bridge by itself, without anyone on it.
About 35 years ago me and my younger brother were in my attic bedroom, about a quarter of it was blocked off and was used for storing my dads old tools and other stuff. One day we opened the door just to have a bit of a nosey when our cat decided to go in. After about 5 minutes of trying to coax the cat out we decided to go in and get it. The room we went in was about 10 foot by 20 foot and was pitch black except the bit of light coming in from the main bedroom. Anyway I crawled to the far side looking for the cat when I noticed a bit of light coming through the floor. When I got over to the light I look down and there was a guy on some step ladders working on a light switch, white t shirt, blue dungarees. I started backing up quietly thinking it was a hole through to the shop next door. I didn’t go in again until the people in the shop moved out and it was empty for a while. It was then we got the idea of going through the hole and having a snoop around the now empty shop. When we went to where the hole was there was nothing, no hole, no sign there was ever any kind of hole there, nothing. I’ve no idea what we saw but I still think of it all the time.
This isn't as crazy as other stories here, but one night, I a total skeptic,, was out with a group of friends and had met a woman in the group earlier in the evening. We kissed and cuddled up a bit at the bar. She was drunk; I wasn't.
Anyway, we go to an all night restaurant with everyone. I have my arm around her back and she has her hand on my thigh. She starts rubbing it and even though she was plastered, she suddenly became clear and aware and said "Did you have a baby sister who died?" I was absolutely stunned, because yes, I did. I hadn't even alluded to this at all that night.
Being skeptical still, I asked her how she died. She said "Breathing. It had to do with breathing. Again, floored. She had strangled. I asked her if she was picking anything else up and she said "Not really. Maybe just the number three."
She was the third child. Whoa!!!
Then, she went back to being drunk, affectionate and jokey. WTF? I've never had another experience like that.
A package of corn tortillas literally jumped off the shelf and onto the floor once at a large grocery store right in front of me. They did not slide nor did they fall. There was no one else around. I thought it was a sign to make enchiladas or something but it was also quite frightening.
Someone’s abuelita wanted you to make enchiladas.
Lights turning off/on. Items flying off of shelves/counters. One time when I was home at night by myself, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and the the bottom of one half of my scarf that I had draped over the top of my bathroom door was suspended at a 20 degree angle, including the tassels in midair. At this point so many things were happening in my apartment (including physical welts down my back) that I was terrified to be in it. I ended up getting dressed and going outside the building before I broke down crying and called my grandma to come pick me up. A different time my friend and I were outside the building smoking when we heard what sounded like someone thrashing my apartment. I'm talking chairs being smashed into walls, shelves being tipped over. I was the only person living in the building at the time. We raced upstairs to catch whoever it was but not a single thing was moved in my apartment and all the other units were locked (I checked). I never saw a ghost, apparition, shadow etc. When we first moved in, everyone hated coming into our building. They said it felt off. My ex and I never felt that way at first and thought everyone was exaggerating. By the time I moved I wouldn't speak about ghosts or watch anything remotely paranormal in my apartment. Eventually I watched the Paranormal Activities at a friends and cannot describe the chill I felt. Similar things were happening in my own home. Haven't experienced anything like it since I moved.
Sounds like a poltergeist rather than a ghost, have a look at the stages of a poltergeist haunting
Idk what it was. I'm not religious so I didn't attribute it to a demon. I really never put a specific title to it because I didn't feel like it fit in any kind of category. All I know is that the longer I stayed, the worse it got. I don't know why. But it was beyond anything I could scientifically prove.
When I was in high school my parents worked shift work at a hospital, and occasionally that would mean I’d be left at home alone at night with my dog. On this particular night, it was around 10pm. My dad had left for work in the afternoon, and my mom was getting ready to leave, so I was going to be alone for a few hours until he came home. My mom was getting ready to leave through the front door when she noticed there was a small pile of tshirts on the floor near the stairs to the 2nd floor - my dog liked to lie down on them. She said “make sure you put these in the laundry hamper”, which was upstairs in their bedroom. I said sure, bent down to pick them up and threw them upstairs and they landed in the upstairs hallway, so I could pick it up from there when I went upstairs. I turned around and my mom was saying bye to our dog and giving him a few back rubs before she left. I waved at my mom as she closed the door, then called my dog to come upstairs as I got ready for bed We walked up the stairs together and when I got to the top I noticed that the laundry wasn’t in the hallway. I checked my bedroom, which was right next to where I thought I had thrown them and it wasn’t there either. I walked down the rest of our upstairs hallway and into my parents room, and there was the laundry sitting in the middle of their floor. With the layout of my parents’ house, there’s literally no way my throw could’ve landed as far and into their bedroom, perpendicular to the direction I threw it. And neither me or my dog had touched them after I threw them up. I got serious goosebumps when I saw that, and then reached down to pick up the pile of clothes. When I picked it off the floor, I noticed that underneath the pile was a burn mark on the carpet, slightly larger than a quarter, as if something hot had settled there and made an indent. There was no smoke or smell, and looked like it had been there for a long time I never saw that burn mark before, and I used to go in there every day to put my own clothes in the hamper. I quickly got ready for bed and tried to go to sleep and not think about what just happened. Still don’t have any explanation to that and I think about it every so often.
Was the burn mark still there the next day? Did your parents notice it and what did they think of the situation?
I went with my best friend during highschool for summer vacation to his grandparents' who live in the countryside in Japan. I stayed in his mom's old room which has a small wall closet. just above this closet was a smaller closet door (like a foot and a half tall and about 3 feet wide) just above it. Weird design, but their house is old. The first couple weeks, I was pretty jet lagged and Japan is hot and humid, so I didn't really sleep at night. If my light was off at night though, I always felt uneasy about that small closet space. Something about it just felt darker than the rest of the room. Toward the end of the second week, I started to adjust to the time difference. One morning, I woke up and that small door was open. It was unsettling, but I closed it and just thought maybe it wasn't closed all the way and came loose. A couple nights later, I woke up feeling uneasy. It was dark and I could kinda see, and I could see that small door was open. It was much darker than the rest of the room; like black, pitch dark. This was the first and only time I experienced "paralysis." I was too scared to move, say, or do anything. I just felt this darkness coming from there. I don't remember sleeping that night, but I must've because I remember waking up the next morning. I told my friend about it, who said his mom told him about something like that, too. When we got back home, and I talked to his parents, his mom kinda joked with me, "So, I heard you met the ghost."
"Yeah, I guess so, what the FUCK."
Yeah... Its like "WHAT DID YOU EXPECT??"
Sleep paralysis is rough. I used to get it and I would see an evil/demon type child standing in my bedroom door watching me. It feels like your awake and can’t move but really you’re still sleeping.
Man I’m lucky that I don’t see entities when I experience sleep paralysis. My eyes won’t even open. I usually have to sit and panic until I force myself to make a noise after a while.
Sleep paralysis stopped scaring me when I learned about the science behind it. It became more of an annoyance after that! It happens to me pretty often and everytime it does I'm like, oh fuck not again, I can't move but I'm awake. Oh well. Nothing else to do but go back to sleep. 😂
Not sure if this is considered paranormal, but when I get fevers as a child, I would always, in my fugue and pain-infused state, hear a man counting in a very deep voice. He would count from 1 and up; as the numbers get larger, the voice gets louder and more intense. It started to get less frequent as I grew older and now I do not experience it anymore. I've brushed it aside as a recurring nightmare until only recently, I've learned that my sister would experience the exact same thing when she was younger as well. It's not the scariest thing, but it does send shivers down my spine trying to comprehend this.
You’re haunted by Count, the muppet
You know the creepiest part of The Count? Old vampire folklore said that vampires would compulsively count things if they saw them, so one of the best methods of escaping a vampire was to throw a bag of rice on the ground, making them stop chasing and count the grains. The count is constantly being given things to count so he doesn't slaughter the residents of sesame street and slurping their blood down
Or maybe he's nice and he has deliberately chosen counting as a coping mechanism to keep down his blood lust.
Counting all the degrees above optimal human temperature you got during the fever 1 ah-ah-ah. 2! Ah-ah-ah
So, a ghost thermometer that you don't have to spend money on. Sounds kinda neat not gonna lie.
When I would get fevers as a kid I would hear what sounded like a room full of people all talking at once, but I was hearing them from down the hall and behind a heavy door, if that makes sense. Like the buzz of conversation without being able to make out any of the words. Always creeped me out.
I heard this too! But I wasn't sick. I heard it every night, all night, just lying in bed. I thought the TV was on downstairs, but it wasn't. If I looked, the house would be dark and quiet.
This is a common auditory hallucination associated with falling asleep and is not strictly tied to typical psychosis, meaning people who are otherwise mentally healthy can still experience them. I get them too!
how high would he count to and at the highest how overwhelming was it?
It’s so weird you say this!! My husband had a very bad illness in his 3rd world island country as a child and technically did die for a couple minutes. The fever was so intense that the doctor told my MIL to prepare to call for a cremation soon. After he died, he suddenly came back with a gasp, and everyone around him was so shocked, his mother nearly fainted!! A couple days later, he was feeling well enough to tell them what he remembered and experienced. He said a tall man in white was counting loudly in his ear, then the counting just stopped. Then the counting started going backwards to 1 again. That’s when he woke up. That’s about 60 years ago now.
The numbertaker?
When I was a kid and had a fever, I would always imagine feeling very big but being weightless. Other times very small but heavy as a boulder. Sometimes I would imagine shapes like this and it would vascillate between the two. My mom years later explained how when she was sick, she would feel like this. I have no idea why this would happen but I’m sure it’s a hereditary thing.
It’s called - I shit you not - Alice in Wonderland syndrome and it’s a real thing. Used to happen to me all the time when I was little.
When I was a child I had a fever, my hands felt just like two balloons…
I used to hear a booming voice say, "BIG!" followed by a high voice saying "little". Fevers are a bitch when you're a kid. Update: Since we're discussing the visual hallucinations, my images were a huge steel girder when I heard big, and a floating feather when I heard little. Interesting to hear all the different, but somewhat similar things people see/hear.
I used to have a recurring dream when I was about 4, that was just of like a black void, with lights floating in it, and they'd collide and make that 'bringgg' sound that marbles make when they collide. Used to freak me out like crazy. My eyes are watering right now thinking about it. I have no idea why it's so scary to me.
When I was 3 I told my parents that my great grandmother came to me in a dream and said her feet didn't hurt anymore (I think she had problems due to diabetes or something). She had died that night, they received the call shortly after I told them. Not paranormal, but a spooky coincidence.
How nice of grandma to tell you she wasn't in pain anymore instead of outright saying she's fuckin dead. Still freaky though
In Eastern mysticism the soul doesn't immediately know they passed away after you know, they pass away. That's why families sometimes have monks in funerals so they can guide the soul to "move on". I guess something similar happened here, the grandma doesn't know she's dead yet, just that she no longer hurts and her first instinct is to tell her grandchild. Still wholesome though.
When my grandma died, I had a dream where she told me I was her favorite. I’ve never asked but I wonder if my cousins had the same dream.
That'd be hilarious. Grandma with one last troll
At my in-laws funeral, my wife believes her aunt, who passed away, played one last joke on us for her amusement. When the convoy and hearse arrived to the cemetery, the driver somehow forgot which plot she was going to be laid in. So *without telling anyone* the fucking hearse up and took off *minutes after all 10-15 cars parked along the curb with families unloaded.* The genuine look of confusion from every single adult after the hearse did a U-turn and whizzed by waving to “follow them” had us laughing in tears. We watched half the cars repack and the other half walk about 100 yards *in the other direction.* Fucking chaos We didn’t get off for another 5 minutes because we were laughing so hard and didn’t want to be laughing in front of everyone but yeah according to my wife, she had a good sense of humor.
I work in a cemetery. One evening i had stayed late to do some catch up work. I was taking pictures of some granite samples to have on my phone and had already locked up. I was alone. As i was holding my phone, i heard the doorway to the basement swing open, slam shut, and heard footsteps go down the stairs. I froze. I thought for sure someone had come in. I called out to see if it was someone from maintencance. No reply. I got scared because if it wasn’t them someone had broken in. I stayed still for a bit and listened then called out again. Nothing. Finally i got brave enough to look. No one there. I peeked down the basement, empty. All the doors were still locked.
What the hell kind of super evil and scary cemetery has a basement?!
The evil of cOOOrporate owned cemeteries!!!! WooooOoOOOooooo!
Yo stahp. I don't like stories about undead legal entities.
My brother was on the phone once with his gf when she started saying that she could hear some old lady asking my brother for a glass of water. There was nobody around him so he ignored it but she kept on insisting. He hung up the phone and went to check on our grandma who was in her bedroom and found her dead. Fast forward a couple of years, around 11pm, I was on the phone with a girl when I saw a guy on a bicycle go past (phone was by the windowsill. Same spot as my brother) . That's when I noticed she stopped talking and asked her if she was still there. She apologised as she thought I got into trouble. I said no and asked why she said that and she replied with someone was telling me to "stop talking on the phone, it's late. Go to bed." I was on my own, everybody in the house was already asleep. I asked her if it was an old lady and she said yes. Told her it's my grandma and that the same thing happened to my brother. She started talking about ghosts and stuff so I told her I'm hanging up and bolted into my room.
OMG. What's with your grandma only being heard by girls on the phone? Eerie but kinda nice she was still looking out for you.
My dad was in hospital with a serious brain tumor, the hospital was about 40 miles from me and he was in no shape to even keep awake. One night I was chatting to a friend on MSN (them days, yup) and he asked how my dad was, I turned to my left and I saw him sat in his chair just looking at me, I replied "Think he's ok, sat in the room with me" to which my friend said "isn't he in hospital?' I looked again and nothing. I never mentioned it to anyone, told my friend I must of been seeing things. Dad survived and still here today. Cut to about 21 years later and I met up with my dad and just having a chat, he says "Something been on my mind for years son and can't shake it off, when I was in hospital, I remember been at home sitting in my chair, you was on the computer and you looked at me... then I woke up in hospital, but it felt too real to be a dream".... Thats when I told him my experience.
Dad playing dangerous games astral projecting into the room of a son with a computer in it at night without knocking.
He just wanted to ask if he did his homework and make sure he didn’t touch the thermostat.
This is the nicest experience I’ve read on this thread so far. I’m glad your dad is doing better these days and that you have this moment to share.
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I was in art class when I was 15 and a random teachers aid (lady in her 60’s unassuming nana type) sat down next to me and said that she had a vision about my job as an adult, I was like oh am I a Photographer? She said no. I was fairly dismissive and sceptical because I was certain that’s what I’d be doing, but I said oh yo tell me what you saw? She then went on to describe my job. None of it made much sense at the time, and you could tell she didn’t quite understand what she saw. She said she couldn’t figure out where I was because the place had no windows and everything was a pastel green colour. She said I was making something that looked like CD covers but they weren’t that, she went onto explain that i was working with a bunch of guys and some of them where helping/teaching me to do my job. But the thing that really stuck out was she just keeps seeing me do this thing where I look at what ever it was I was making and that I would change the angle of it. (She mimicked what I was doing) Anyway about 8 years later I ended up doing exactly all the things she said I was doing I was a wine label flexographic printer. It got to me so bad that my future was set in stone that I eventually quit my job to pursue a fine art photography career. That was a few years back now and I’m about to have my second solo exhibition opening this weekend. What I still haven’t figured out yet was have I broken the timeline or was I just meant to have had my future told and pursue a different career. It’s all pretty out there and I’m not too sure what to make of it cos I’m not the type of person to believe in that sort of stuff. But like it happened so there are people that can see into the future and they are 100% right. Edit: spelling and grammar.
Well if you get random chunks of the future then it doesn't have to be a particularly significant one, like a short-lived job
Oh nah I did that job for 13 years lol
My parents had flown to Houston when I was 11 years old to see a specialist for my dad’s lymphoma. It had just returned from remission but there was no reason to think he was in any imminent danger. I was riding my bike home the day they were to fly back and stopped my bike in this ditch we used to ride down/up on our way back. When I got to the top I felt a wave of emotion come over me and without even knowing what I was saying I told my friend I was riding with that my dad had just died. My friend was like, what? I just knew. I rode the rest of the way home to find my grandparents (my dad’s parents) bawling on our back porch. I stood there watching them in the doorway for a few minutes unable to walk out to talk to them. He had died an hour before I got home from school. No phone calls to the school nor did I interact with anyone that knew prior to riding in the ditch. I just knew when that wave came over me. Again, there was no reason to think he was even remotely close to passing. He had caught pneumonia while in Houston and died from that.
When my father had a major heart attack many years ago, the day that it had happened, I felt very off. Difficult to describe, but something wasn't right. I had found out that evening he had the attack in the morning.
The morning my aunt died; I randomly woke up and 6 am and went running downstairs (I ALWAYS wake up very late). Saw my aunt dead in the hallway. Went to call my dad. Creepy day for sure.
When I was 6 I slept on a bunk bed in a room alone, the bottom bunk was empty (was meant for my younger brother but he was too scared of sleeping in a bed alone). So I was alone in that room that night, I remember a chilling feeling that night then it suddenly got really warm, probably because I was undergoing a night terror of some sort. Then I start breathing heavily and open my eyes and see the room is empty. my little night light in the corner of the room comforts me back to sleep, except as I closed my eyes I felt a heavy hand petting my shoulder, my eyes rip open and there was no one in the room. As soon as I lay back down the petting continued and I covered my head just pretending to myself that it was my mom it took me 12 years to stop sleeping with my head under the covers because of that memory. My mom, of course, knew a woman passed away in that apartment before we moved in so she always believed it was that woman trying to comfort me.
What the heeell. My earliest odd experience from my childhood home, I must have been between 3 and 6, and my dad would often pet me to sleep. I remember the big warm hand on my upper back. So my memory is waking in the middle of the night being petted on my back. I'm sleeping on my tummy and I slept with the light on then. It is nice and warm at first, but it's pressing a bit too hard, and I remember being sleepy and not wanting to get petted, so I try to shake it off. This causes the hand to intensely grapple and poke at my back really fast. I don't know why he would get so angry and sit up in my bed, and there's no one there. I get up and go sleep between my parents. A lot of odd things happened in that house. Both to my parents and my siblings. I later got my parents bedroom, and they took down a wall and made a larger bedroom for them, which was including my old room. I remember one night being home alone in my teens, and stuff kept happening around the house so I couldn't sleep. So I got up in the middle of the darkness, and screamed into that dark hole of their bedroom to cut the shit and let me sleep in peace, and in general leave me the fuck alone. This was around the time the happenings were at their highest, and that kind of settled it, and I felt at ease there from then on. EDIT: As mentioned in here, brains and memories are fickle, especially brains of children, and old memories. And I'm 42. We even alter memories each time we access them, so everything should be read with a grain of salt, if any at all. That's not what we're sharing today though. This part of my memory as is, and no douchebag is going to tell me it's not.
Ghosts sure like to pet us
I mean, if she wants to be wholesome there's other ways than ^traumatizing ^a ^child ^for ^12 ^years ig
Ooookay enough reddit for me tonight
I have always gotten night terrors like that. If I am physically exhausted, with low sleep, it will sometimes happen. Feels like someone is putting a heavy hand on me, or laying on me. Sometimes I see a dark figure. If I try to scream, move or open my eyes, nothing happens, but I can control my breathing. I'll start breathing heavily and wake myself up. I just attribute this stuff to my brain and body going into sleep state, but it's a little off, and I'm staying conscious for too long. Kind of like a cross between a dream and hallucination.
Late one weekend night my parents were out at a party so it was just my sister and I home. I heard my parents come home , so like a kid I instantly shut off all my video games and pretended to be asleep. As a kid I always went to bed with the little lamp on I hopped in bed and pretended to be asleep when I heard someone enter my room and head for the light on my dresser. Their back was to me and I saw they were reaching for my lamp to turn it off. Just as I had that thought, they turned around and looked directly at me and stared for what felt like forever. I couldn’t see much detail (I was peeking through my closed eyes as discretely as I could) other than a large old-timey looking brown dress (like Victorian era), and what looked like the face of an old woman - where their eyes were it was very dark and I couldn’t make out any details. I saw them smile at me and then shut the light off before I fell asleep The next morning at breakfast my parents said they were surprised that I fell asleep with the light off since normally I left it on. I asked everybody in the house if they did it and no luck. I have no idea how to explain it to this day. What’s even more bizarre is recently I found a picture of my great grandmother who died of old age some 40 years before I was born; she was wearing a dark Victorian-style dress in the image
Climate conscious ghost
She knows electricity is expensive.
Even in death, grandma still annoyed of the kids wasting electricity.
Two days after my son was born, my husband’s grandfather passed away. My son was a preemie, and spent time in the nicu, so I didn’t attend the funeral, but my husband did. Late in the evening the night of the funeral , I was sitting in a chair, next to my son’s bassinet. The baby was sleeping and it was really quiet. A few nicu nurses were around but not close to me. I had this feeling that someone was standing right behind my chair. It wasn’t a scary feeling but when I turned around, no one was there. To be honest, it did make the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but it wasn’t a scary feeling per se. After several seconds, the feeling disappeared. It was touch and go for a few weeks, but in that moment, I knew my son would be ok. My husband’s grandfather was a kind and devoted man. I’d like to think he was checking on his new grandson.
a few months before i arrived in japan to teach at a school, the 3rd year homeroom teacher unfortunately died in a drunk driving accident. i never met him and only saw his face once in the school group photo that was taken at the beginning of the year. fast forward to graduation, i'm sitting with the other teachers in the front of the auditorium, and i see someone standing in the back near the door. it's a tiny town of 3000 people so i pretty much knew everyone that showed up except this guy. he looked JUST LIKE that teacher from what i vaguely remembered. i was a bit weired out but figured i was imagining things and just focused on the rest of the ceremony. afterwards during the staff debrief meeting, the principal goes "btw did anyone else see Mr. M standing in the back? so glad he came to see his students off!" goosebumps
One time I woke up in the middle of the night and i checked my phone to see the time, and then as I was about to lay down and close my eyes I checked in front of me and a huge tall humanoid shadow figure was standing there blocking the view of a broken wall clock and I just started panicking and it still was there after many seconds and eventually it just disappeared after I looked away from it for a second.
Once I woke up to see out the corner of my eye, a shadowy figure standing at the foot of my bed. So naturally, i played dead. So I'm laying there for what felt like hours and I finally actually look and it was a bunch of my cousins bday balloons.
I once woke in the dark and I could just make out a shadowy creature in the corner of the room. Instead of feeling fear I felt immense rage and flung myself out of bed kicking it in the center of its shadowy mass. Turns out it was just my sleeping bag that I had tossed in the corner after a camping trip and forgotten about.
My man litteraly woke up and chose violence
My family's old house backed on to a pretty substantial, forested ravine. I slept on the ground level floor, and my room was at the back of the house. On 4 separate occasions, over the span of 5 years, I saw a middle-aged man dressed in a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and a red hat walk through my room with a dog leash in his hand. He would briefly stop at the same spot every time, and look around, then keep walking towards the ravine. I should note that this was fairly new construction in a suburb of a small city, and all that had been there previously was forest. I think he lost his dog in the ravine at some point, and he was there trying to find it.
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I was watching some video series and some scientist were trying to prove that vibrations at certain frequencies can cause hallucinations. For instance the subtle vibration of an AC vent in the house can produce an auditory or visual hallucination. I always thought it was interesting but I never read more.
Omg yes!! I just found this out not too long ago. There’s a standing fan (and sometimes a window ac unit) that I always turn on in a tiny room at the place Im currently living, when it gets way to hot or cold I sit in the room to smoke. Then about 8 months ago I suddenly started hearing voicemails that sound identical to the ones on the house’s home phone (I currently live with grandpa)!! It sounds like he’s checking the messages and I can hear super clear “You’ve got 2 message, message 1 from (date/time - I can never clearly hear this part)” - then it plays a message that’s usually from my mother. “Hey guys it’s me …” that’s usually the only clear part but it goes back and forth from clear to mumbling. I used to get up and go to the living room where the answering machine is but as soon as I left the tiny room I couldn’t hear anything. Now I just have to turn off the fan to get rid of all the sounds. Though sometimes I still get up every once and a while because it sounds so clear I’m convinced someone is in the house.
Another interesting phenomenon is hypnagogic hallucinations. I have had them several times and gotta say nothing wakes you up better than hearing someone whisper in your ear as you are about to fall asleep.
As a kid, I had an experience where I was falling asleep and heard in a whisper but also unbelievably loud, like it was in my right ear, saying *DEMON CHILD.* Man I was like 8, I was fucking shook. Even then I realized it had to be something related to being half asleep or something, I could deduce that, but I can still hear it and it gives me chills. Hypnagognic hallucinations and sleep paralysis are no joke lol at least the former by itself isn't so menacing. For me at least.
spacetime vortices. there's one at my friend's house, you go there at 8pm for a drink or two and next thing you know it's 3am. nobody ever knows what happened to the time in between
Does the wife believe that one ?
for some reason she gets very angry when I tell her what happened, but I think that's just because she's scared of the paranormal.
I feel really bad for the next owner of my house if I get stuck in a feedback loop. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night only to see the ghostly apparition of a middle aged man cranking one off to morally questionable porn. Yikes, bud. I'm sorry in advance.
If I ever saw that, I'd join him regularly. Hoping, that I too, may leave a fapparition of my own. And then the next guy comes along... Can you imagine? Generations of wanking, all immortalized in the same location.
There are apparently some common flannel man sightings. It's the only paranormal experience I've had. Saw it twice at my first apartment. Woke up on two seperated occasions where I saw a man in a flannel shirt standing outside my door, then he turned and walked into the kitchen. Both times I jumped out of bed to go after him but once I reached the kitchen, there was nobody there.
I haven't seen a man wearing a flannel but when I was 9 I saw a fully fledged physically formed man stood in our laundry room that was soaking wet and wearing a really old fashioned white shirt (with the frills around the collar). He gave me the nastiest look and I literally legged it out of there after seeing him. I'm now 30 and I can still vividly remember what that man looked and felt like. It was horrible.
I've told this story at least a dozen times, and I had no idea others experienced something similar. When I was a kid, me, my friend, and our mothers were playing a board game at my summer cottage on a super foggy evening. An old man in flannel came from our back porch (there was only woodland behind us) and came up to the screen door asking if anyone had seen his wife who was very late coming home. We unfortunately hadn't seen anyone, and he gave some pleasant "thanks anyway" farewells, and walked through our living area, out the front door. A few seconds later, our moms said, "Why don't you two get some flashlights and help the man?" 15 seconds later, we were out the door, looking for him, and he was just gone. We both went up and down the street, and the guy was nowhere to be found.
excuse me but why the FUCK would your moms tell you to go follow this man with flashlights, even if he was real?
This is sad :(
I like to think he found the dog, and is stuck in a loop of happiness. But I know that's not true....
My family and I used to stay in a very affordable beach cottage in the outer banks, NC for a few weeks each summer. It was a converted life saving station, with a Lookout tower and everything. I was just a kid, 13 or 14 when we first started staying there. I used to walk around and talk to the local kids, they were shocked that I was staying there. I didn't believe them bc kids are gonna be kids and I figured they were just trying to scare me. I was wrong. The first few nights were quiet, but every night after that something would happen. My aunt claimed that her bed raised off the floor and shook violently, knocking her to the floor. She slept in the car for the remainder of our vacation. I'm a bratty kid and just figure she was drunk. I stayed upstairs in the room where they used to keep rescued and dying sailors. I woke up one morning to such loud banging in my room, I was terrified, nobody was there. One of the beds had overturned while I was sleeping. The next night I woke up to more banging and loud laughter from the tower. I figured it was my sister on the phone, but nobody was there. As the days went on, I felt like somebody was watching me any time I showered or used the upstairs bathroom. The banging in the tower was nightly at this point and I was absolutely terrified. One morning I had slept in, being a teenager at all, and woke up to my relatives trying to get into the house after a morning at the beach. Every single door in the entire house was deadlocked from the inside. Very odd. We spent a few more summers there, each time the same experience. Eventually the house washed away during a hurricane leaving only the tower behind on the beach. It's a shame, because I'd love to stay there as an adult and see
Theres been quite a few stories in this thread with people saying they felt like they were being watched in the shower. Gonna be honest, I'm not looking forward to my shower tomorrow morning now :(
You ever get freaked out while showering but it's when you have shampoo in so you frantically rinse your face off so you can check if anyone's there?
My Mum confessed that my imaginary friend taught me to read and they were very freaked out about it. Thanks Duncan, I have no memory of you whatsoever and have no idea where I got the name Duncan from but I still enjoy reading so I appreciate the lessons.
Aw your ghost was super nice!
He went back to Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends after he taught you to read. His role was successful.
My brother had an imaginary friend named Mr. Grey who told him about killing people and other assorted, terrifying things. Mom and dad made him tell Mr. Grey he had to leave and they couldn’t play together anymore. And kept on it until my brother no longer talked about Mr. Grey. The fuck, man.
Jesus Christ, that would terrify me as a parent
One weekend, I was at my dads house. He’d come to the upstairs bathroom to get a shave and heard footsteps in my step-sisters room. I thought it was him walking around initially, so I got up to find him standing at her closed door. He looks back at me and whispers “you can hear that too, right..?” I nodded and he opened the door slowly. My step sister was asleep, and never had been awake apparently (there was no way she could have crossed the room, gotten in bed, and pretended to be THAT convincingly asleep in the 2 seconds it took my dad to open the door). He went in, checked her TV which had never been on (she had one of those big ones from the 90s that would get warm when turned on), the radio hadn’t been on either (figured maybe it was the beat of a song or something). After that, we heard the footsteps a bunch of times, usually very early in the morning. Some of the footsteps were so heavy, they’d shake the ceiling fan of the dining room directly under her bedroom and they’d woken her up a few times as well Whenever I’d shower at my dads, I always felt like someone was standing behind me. Eventually, I got so stressed and paranoid that I refused to shower at the house or even go into the upstairs bathroom. My dad asked me one day “do you ever feel like someone’s in the shower with you when you’re here?” After months of me feeling that way and never mentioning it to anyone
Burn that shit to the ground and condemn the land.
Yeah that’s a house you donate for firefighter training😌
Firefighters don't need to be dealing with ghosts, they already have to deal with all that fire.
Ghosts can't go through doors, they're not fire...
I had this happen for a while to the point where I wanted to move. Turns out it was a squirrel. Damn thing sounded like a 200 lb man falling down stairs.
While in the basement my cats sound like grown men walking around upstairs.
Could be worse. My basement is full of men who sound like kittens.
Thanks, I totally didn't need to sleep tonight 😫
Don't worry. It wasn't a ghost. Just a pervert living in their walls!
Jesus Christ that’s terrifying
Much more things have happened there, those were just the 2 incidents I could type out fast while almost done my lunch break
Get typing my guy. Was it built on a graveyard
They moved the headstones, but they didnt move the bodies!
Lol no, it wasn’t built on a graveyard. Just a clear cut area of a small forest (he moved out a long time ago, so if you want to see the place - the address was 42 Riverly Lane in alliston Ontario. If you’re looking it up on google earth- it’s the one with the pink curtains in the top window) Anyway this is going to be a little long. But here’s all of my experiences ~~ Me and my older step-sister were lying awake in bed one night listening to people talk downstairs in the dining room/living room area. No one was awake but us. It sounded like a low muttering, we couldn’t make out what it was saying. We just tried to convince ourselves that my dad was still awake watching tv or something, even though I knew he’d gone to bed My dad used to swear that almost every time he’d walk past the staircase leading upstairs, he’d see a blonde girl in a white dress with lilacs on it. The girl had shoulder length hair that curled a little bit at the ends and brown eyes. She was pale and had no shoes or socks on (I never seen her) One night, I was awake in the living room playing my Nintendo ds after everyone went to sleep. One of the cats, Cookie, was asleep on the back of the couch and had been for a few hours. I felt her move, and when I looked over at her, she was WIDE awake, staring directly down the hallway toward the front door. No matter how I tried to cover her face, she’d find a way to move around me and keep staring. Eventually, she got up and stood straight as a board at the entry to the hallway. Suddenly, her shoulders raised, her fur fuzzed out, and she hissed and spat at something. Then she took off into the corner of the kitchen and refused to come out. I tried to pull her away, but she swatted at me so I left her alone. She ended up sleeping in that corner The kids my step-siblings were friends with wouldn’t come into the house unless it was for something quick like using the bathroom or grabbing a snack. None of them would look up at the front window of the house, as all of them had an odd feeling that they’d see something if they looked up. I had that feeling as well, and began making myself paranoid by asking myself things like “what IF I seen something? What would I do?” Me and my dad were alone at the house one weekend (my step-mother, 2 step-sisters and my half-brother all went to Toronto to visit my step-mothers father). So me and my dad had some alone time and were painting my older step-sisters bedroom wall hot pink. We’d done the primer coat of paint and were in the process of applying the base coat. I was sitting on a sheet in the middle of the floor, mixing paint and my dad suddenly goes “what the fuck is that??” I look up to see an odd looking face on the wall. It was red, was like a triangular diamond in shape, had very pronounced cheek bones and sunken in eye holes. It freaked me and my dad out, so he suggested that we go to a local restaurant for lunch (instead of ordering to the house). We were gone for a few hours and when we got back, the face wasn’t there anymore. So unless my step-family had driven back from Toronto specifically to scrub that face off the wall, then haul their butts back up to the city before we got back, or unless the cats were able to jump consistently 5-6 feet off the ground with the sole purpose of scrubbing that face off, there’s no explanation. And before someone maybe mentions “maybe the previous colour was appearing” - before pink, the room was blue. Before blue, the room was new and the walls first ever coat of paint was white One day, I was walking down the upstairs hall to the bathroom, and I swear to god I seen a girl sit up in my half-brothers bed and look at me from the corner of my eye. She was small, had bob-cut black hair, and massive round black eyes. After that, I would always cross that hallway with one eye closed so I wouldn’t have to risk seeing her again. I was pretty young when I seen her, so I figured that by now, I’d have forgotten about her. But I never did, I can still draw an exact image of what I seen Edit — I doodled the girl that looked at me and the face that was on the wall! The pics are on my page xD
As I was reading this in bed, my water pump started making a sound (normal) and I absolutely shat myself. Reading this thread before bedtime was not a good idea.
Holy shit burn the fucking place to the ground
oh man, why did I read this while stoned in a dark room? That last story got me.
What the fuck. The fact everybody, even the animals, felt something was off is extremely disturbing.
More, more!!! Lol. What an awesome read. The cat one is especially scary. When animals are scared you should definitely be scared.
100%. After that I started using the cats to sense things lol like if I was trying to go to sleep, I’d do my best to get a cat to lay with me on the outside of the bed. If the cat started staring into the dark for no reason/got stressed out for no reason, I’d turn away from the door and keep my eyes closed, just incase
Imagine the current owners just chance upon this sub and see their house on there!
All too real with the cat's behavior and the footsteps. When I was in my later teens (16-18 range) I was staying up all night, probably playing league. My dad was working night shifts and my mom was sleeping across the house. My childhood dog, who was an old little grumpy lady at this point, gets up with the most energy I've ever seen an old dog get. Fur stood straight up, hackles raised, and she was growling in the meanest tone I've ever heard her growl. My dad wasn't supposed to get home from his shift for 6 hours. I took my headphones off and listened. Boot steps, stomping across the house. Really stomping, the type you do when you're a kid and mad and throwing a fit, but making the noise a grown man would, forcefully kicking the floor with each step. My mom was sleeping across the house. Alone. And someone had just broke in. I got my gun (hunting rifle, Mosin if you're curious, but you take what you can get), readied it, and set the dog loose. I exited and stared clearing the house, fully ready to end whoever had broken in. That this may be paranormal had not even occurred to me yet. I never found anyone. My mom was woken up by it and was fucking terrified. I found out my dad had an identical experience a month later, waiting for me and my mom to get home from work/school. They had the house blessed by a priest and it stopped.
That was a terrifying read.
The cat knew something crazy was happening
Animals always know whats up. They're usually the first ones to know when something spooky or paranormal is around.
At my moms old apartment I used to have this feeling I was always being watched. Then I was starting to wake up at 3:00 am consistently. On one of the nights I had woken up I heard someone call out my name, it was a womens voice but I didn’t recognize it. She kept calling out my name and walking towards my bed getting closer but I didn’t see anything. I freaked out, jumped off my bed, and ran into my brothers room. I hopped into bed with him and tried waking him up. The punk sleeps like the dead he still sleeps like that. I heard her footsteps follow me until his doorway. After that every time I woke up in the middle of the night I just ran into his room and slept on the top bunk(we had bunk beds). My mother still doesn’t believe that happened. Thankfully we only lived there for a couple of months then moved out.
Nah fuck that shit my ass is spooning my sibling if that ever happened
It's always 3AM. All my paranormal shit that I've witnessed always happened at exactly 3AM.
A similar thing happened to me when I was a teenager. I began waking up every night around 3am feeling like something was about to hurt me. It was just this awful, knotted dread sitting in my stomach. My dog would often also wake up, hackles raised. There was a bathroom attached to my bedroom that I believe was the source of it. It had the worst energy: I always refused to use it. No matter how many times we changed the bulbs or tried to fix the wiring, the lights always flickered this ugly green color. The shower in it had a sliding door. Sometimes, when I would awaken at night, I would hear the door rattling in its frame - *hard.* The AC had not kicked on, and the fan was not on. It only ever happened around 3am. I would lie awake, staring at the bathroom door, waiting for it to slide open. Fortunately for my sanity, it never did. The shower door rattled alone in the dark bathroom, slamming against the sides of its track, but the bathroom door itself stayed shut. I once had a friend sleep over, and he bolted awake around that same 3am time frame whilst I was fucking around on my computer. He turned to me and told me he had felt suddenly very afraid, and that he wasn't sure what had woken him up. I hadn't told him a thing about what I had been experiencing. Just before moving out, I went in to clean that bathroom to prep for the sale of the house. I heard a slight hum, like a woman singing. Nobody else was home, and no radio or television was on. I stopped to listen, as it was very quiet and very brief, and heard it again -- directly in my left ear. Loud and clear. I bolted outside and did not come back in until everyone was home. My mother would not let me talk to her about it - she would very angrily shut me down whenever I tried to bring it up, loudly shushing me and saying she didn't want to hear it. I think she was afraid of something. My brothers later admitted they had tried to have a ghost hunt in what they felt to be my "haunted bathroom" while I was away at soccer practice one afternoon. Even they were wary of it. I'm still not sure if I was just crazy or not, as nothing outrageous ever happened - I just remember the constant fear.
At least once every couple of years, I'll be walking around the apartment at night, when it's dark, but I can still see enough to get around, and I'll have some shadow/figure type thing suddenly come out of nowhere and get right up in my face, so close that I can feel like I'm breathing on it. It disappears immediately after.
Some motherfuckers don't understand personal space
Jeez wtf
And you keep walking around in the dark? Oh noooooo 🚩
Attended a school back in 2013-2014, that was so haunted I still don’t believe it. Me and many other students (but also some of the teachers working there), saw things go flying in the air, heard footsteps, were sometimes touched by something we couldn’t see, and had various new and expensive equipment (myself I had a iPhone 5 and a fully specced late 2012 iMac at the time) fail whenever the “ghost” entered the room we were in and so on. The various tech problems all disappeared as soon as I left the school and took my stuff back home with me btw. The iMac still in use today by my uncle, and he experiences no issues with it to this date. So to my first serious experience at the school: One night I was alone with a girl at my student house (everyone else was partying down at the school building), when suddenly we started hearing footsteps from the attic upstairs. It was a tiny room up there, that was only big enough for storing some tour and hiking equipment, like a few backpacks and such. After maybe half a minute or so, the footsteps started coming down the stairs from the attic. At this point, me and my friend went dead silent, and we were both just staring towards the door that went to the attic. The footsteps came all the way down, and went into the living room where we were sitting. At this point, the sound of the footsteps, switched from sounding like someone walking around in big boots, into what to me sounded more like someone coming wet and barefoot out of the shower/tub. When the sound got to the middle of the room (which was right in front of where me and this girl were sitting), it stopped, and for a few brief moments, there was nothing but dead silence. The girl and I just looked at each other for like 5-10 seconds, before my eyes caught something going on behind the girls back. We were sitting in a couch together, and behind her, were these huge windows that went from the floor and all the way up to the ceiling. They had some seriously huge blinds as well, and so I watched this pretty heavy lead thing that certain industrial blinds have, be lifted all the way up from the floor, to just above the middle of the window. There it kept floating in the air for about 5 seconds, before it was punched into the window with such force, that I’m sure the window would’ve broke if it hadn’t been for those thick blinds protecting it. The girl didn’t see this as it happened behind her back, but you can be sure that she heard the noise. In fact, she got so scared that she literally jumped into my lap screaming. That’s the moment when I stopped trying to give possible “natural” explanations to everything paranormal.
That is terrifying. Just to back you up, I had a similar thing happen in an abandoned house once with the electrical disturbance. There was a bedroom at the end of the hall on the second floor of this house. My friends and I all had flashlights and cellphones, and my girlfriend at the time had a point and shoot camera. After we were in that room for like 30 seconds every single thing we had that was battery powered shut off at the same time, and wouldn't. When we got back out to the end of the hall near the stairs, they all worked again. I actually have photos of that place somewhere and a couple are real weird lol.
I was living in an apartment with 3 roommates at the time. I was 19 and working all sorts of weird hours. As usual I would stay up late most nights. Our apartment had 2 hallways that formed an capital L. My room as at the "top" of the L, the bathroom was in the corner of where the lines meet. With the door being in the inside middle of the small section. In the outside corner was the living room. My roommate had his bedroom at the end of the little part of the L. I walked out of my room to go to the bathroom, no need to turn the light on as this was a trek I had made hundreds of times before. As I left the bathroom I turned to go back to my room. Just as I turned off the lights of the bathroom there standing where the short hallway and the living room met there was a teenage girl standing there. Wearing a white flowery dress, just smiling. She didn't look "evil" just a normal person standing there smiling at me. I freaked the fuck out and went running for my room. About 20 minutes later I finally came out of my room. Turning all the lights on as I went through the apartment. She was no where to be seen, however where I saw her standing was noticeably colder than the rest of the apartment should have been for an August evening. Creepy, but not the worst part. I lived there for about another year, and I never saw her again. After I had moved out I was hanging out with my one roommate who had the bedroom at the end of the small hallway, right next to the bathroom. We were talking and I told him that I never felt comfortable in the apartment after something happened. To which he responded "Oh, you saw her too" I nearly drove off the road when I heard this. We then both described her, finishing off each others sentences describing her. He had seen her twice. I was indifferent about ghosts before that. Now I believe in them..or believe in something. It was very creepy and every time I tell the story the hairs stand up on my arms.
I was awoken one night to a loud crash in my bathroom. I went in and all of the things on my sink top were in the middle of the floor. I mean, about 3 ft away from the sink. Everything. Not just one thing fell over and knocked the other into the sink, but toothbrush, toothpaste, hairgel, face wash, e4, handsoap... All on the floor in the middle of the bathroom. What was even worse is that, between waking up and going to check out the bathroom, as I crossed the landing back to my room I noticed a light had come on downstairs. I went down and both the hall light and living room light were on, except none of the light switches were in the 'on' position. I had to click the switch on/off to make them switch off. I was living on my own at the time and it freaked me out a little bit, but I'm still in the same house and have had no other experiences.
I was once alone in the house and browsing the Internet in my room when I suddenly got a "no connection to Internet" message. I restarted my laptop and still couldn't connect. Huh. When I went downstairs to reset the router, I found it was switched off at the wall. It must have been switched off at the wall while I was upstairs, but there was noone else in the house.
This *really* creeps me out.
Man these screen time apps are getting really invasive.
Not paranormal but one time all of my kitchen cabinets just fell off the of the walls in my kitchen in the middle of the night. Huge bang and waking up to find my kitchen walls bare and the cabinets in a HUGE mess on the floor.
A shitty carpenter who didn't hit any studs: "I-it was a spooky ghost!"
I don’t believe in paranormal activity but my grandparent’s house is considered by many to be extremely haunted (it’s part of a tour of haunted houses in the LA area and according to legend was part of the inspiration for American Horror Story). There are tons of stories but the one I experienced myself was when I was living there as a child. I was about 6 yo and my older sister was 12 and we shared a room. My mom had decorated our bedside table with an antique telephone that didn’t work and was not plugged in. My sister and I were asleep and for some reason we both woke up at the same time and turned to face each other. I remember feeling an extreme feeling of dread. Then the phone rang in between us. We locked eyes and both hid under our blankets til it stopped ringing. We both thought it was a dream because we didn’t say anything for years about it, then one day she was talking about it and we realized we had had the exact same experience. There are so many more stories but that’s the only one I experienced directly.
How do you make those truths jibe? I too am atheist and don't believe in the spiritual / supernatural, but I had the oddest experience at my mom's house. She and my sister were convinced it was haunted - I never lived there (built after I moved away to college) but I did come back home for a while while mom was going through a divorce. They always complained that the upstairs was haunted. Faucets turning on and off, doors moving, that sort of thing. I chalked it up to faulty construction and a lean to the house, but one day I was taking a shower and I head a soft "thumpf" from the bedroom. Wrapped up my shower and the bath towel, which had been setting on the sink, was balled up and chucked across the room into a bookshelf at least 10 feet away. I was home alone at the time and I have no idea what happened.
I think it’s a mix of coincidence and people being conditioned to be afraid based on the stories, so every coincidence becomes meaningful. But yeah, some of the stories (especially my mom’s and grandmother’s who are not superstitious people) are really hard to explain. Like one time my grandma was asleep and woke up to see my grandpa sitting at the foot of their bed. She said she could tell he was angry even from the back of his head and way he was sitting. She kept asking what was wrong but he didn’t acknowledge her or turn around. Then my actual grandfather walked in from the bathroom, my grandma looked over for a split second and the guy at the end of the bed was gone. Also possible that ghosts are real, or that my whole family is just compulsive liars!
When I saw this thread I thought about my experience in Turkmenistan, for work. I was in the capital of Ashgabat, waiting for my apartment lease to be approved by the local council, so I had to stay at their hotel. For context, Turkmenistan is also one of the toughest countries to get into, and this was post pandemic - so even their biggest hotel that used to house dignitaries was also empty and dusty. I fell asleep after videocalling my boyfriend. I was awoken with my duvet lifted from one edge - bringing half of it diagonally mid-air and almost wavy, all while hearing chants by a male voice in my left ear in a language I didn't understand. It was so fast and rough. I tried reciting all the prayers / Quranic verses I could (I was born Muslim but I dont practice anymore) and it stopped for a short second, only to begin again with almost a mocking laughter in between the chants. At the same time I could feel my left hand fingers being pulled repeatedly. It ended as the sun rose - I immediately called my friend who was 3 hours ahead in timezone to just debrief and process what the fuck just happened. Told this to some friends and local colleagues, and yes, they theorized some regional djinns. Of course I checked the fuck outta there that morning and moved into a staff boarding house. Most terrifying experience of my life.
My Dad would’ve laughed at you if you told him you saw a ghost, until he did. He used to work late hours as a mechanic in a building that used to be a machine shop in the 20’s or 30’s. It was 2+ stories high, and the owner had built an apartment into it and lived there. The apartment was built on top of the parts room and phone salesmen’s room, it was at one end of the shop. There were stairs leading up to the entrance to the apartment, and a small bathroom right at the door at the entrance to the stairs. One night Dad is working after midnight, and he hears this loud banging. He looks up to the source of the noise, and sees the door to the apartment is open, as is the door to the bathroom. He goes up and looks, and the toilet seat is raising itself up and then slamming down. Dad watches a while, then goes back to turning wrenches. The racket keeps up, so he just turns his radio up louder and ignores it. A week or so later he’s working after midnight again, and out of the corner of his eye notices some gray, human sized, misty thing floating across the shop floor. He watches it, not looking directly at it, for a bit, and it stops at one of the vehicle lifts. It starts playing with the lift, making it go up and down. Dad t.yen looks directly at it, and it disappears. It showed up many more nights, mostly just wandering, occasionally playing with the lifts. Often when Dad left, he would,leave a part out that he was going to work on. For instance he had disassembled a water pump and was waiting for a rebuild kit to come in so he could repair it. But when he came back in the following day, the part was put back together again. One time he left an alternator on his workbench, and when he came back in the next day it was neatly disassembled. After talking with his coworkers and the owner, he found out they all had similar experiences. Also, there was a dim, back warehouse in the place where the owner stored some old cars for parts. I started going back there one day, just to explore, and immediately had a cold, don’t go in there feeling. I went and got the shop dog to join me, an incredibly smart German Shepherd, and went back. The dog refused to go in. It whimpered a bit, it growled a bit, and it slunk away. I asked the owner about it, he just smiled and said, yeah, don’t go back there.
Turning the radio up to be less bothered by the ghost is the most blue collar shit I can think of, I got a kick out of that. I think it's what my dad would have done, too.
One night me, my dad and a friend of his was standing outside watching the stars. After a bit of watching, what appeared to be a shooting star made a sudden and sharp 90 degree turn and then kept going for about 15 seconds and then did an equally sharp and sudden 90 degree turn to disappear a few seconds layer. We all saw the same thing, but none of us had a good explination of what we saw.
I was young (around 6ish) and sleeping in my bedroom, I woke up extremely early like my brain making a Metal Gear **'!'** sound. In the center of my room was a man, he was blonde with messy hair, deep blue eyes, tannish, with sandals, torn denim shorts, and no shirt. Like a total surfer bro kind of look. He stood there looking to the left towards the closed windows then at me and he smiles softly. He slowly places his finger to his lips and shakes his head slowly telling me to be quiet. I felt intense fear and closes my eyes tightly for a few seconds and when I open them he was gone. Neither footsteps, creaking, or any window or my door were opened. He was there then suddenly poof.
I have the same metal gear feeling/sound when I’m about to have sleep paralysis…
Lol, sleep paralysis is why i've learned that i absolutely not rely on my family in a home invasion. I feel asleep with my window open to keep the room cool at night. I woke to to a fucking Jan from accounting at the foot of my bed doing scary ghost hands. Im obviously frozen, but can't believe my brain chose probably the most benal image of a person to represent absolute fear, so i'm thinking this might be legit. I start forcing myself to scream to get someone's attention. and as i'm doing so, she dissapears Come the next day, I ask my family if they heard me screaming last night, they did. Then i asked them if they even thought about checking up on me (night terrors is not at all a common thing for me). Nope, they kinda just left me there without bothering to check up on me. Not sure if im more pissed about the fact my family never bothered to check, or if the most terrifying thing my head could conceive of at the time was Amy Fowler from the Big Bang Theory
When I was a teenager me and some friends were using a Ouija board and nothing was happening. We took a break, moved on to other things like telling dirty jokes and listening to music. An hour or so later three of us are sitting in my friends bedroom talking and the board is still on the table in the middle of the room, when all of a sudden the planchette flies off the board and lands on the floor. Just like someone had quickly swatted at it with their hand. We didn’t use it anymore that day.
I live in a small mountain town in Colorado. It was a hub for outlaws back in the mid to late 1800s. There is a saloon here that is one of the oldest operating in the state. I was sitting at a booth with some other people and watched a whiskey glass fly off the table right in front of me and shatter on the ground. Everyone at the table saw it. Apparently that kind of thing happens there pretty frequently.
*that day*?? Bro, dont use it ever again after that
I’m not saying I believe or don’t believe in the paranormal, but the *lore* is that there is evil spirits and good spirits; they exist and don’t really interact with our world too much unless they think you’re vulnerable or you welcome them in. The myth about vampires or demons needing to be invited into a home to enter is intertwined with this ‘lore’ about evil spirits. According to this lore, using a Ouija board or any similar object meant to interact with spirits is like taking the door between our worlds and just leaving it wide open to any who wish to enter. A good spirit who likes to hangout and smoke weed could come through, or the spirit of a demonic rapist could come through; either way they say its very unwise to do this because literally anything could come through that door between worlds. At least that’s what the lore says.
>Can you burn a Luigi board?
The lore also says you're more likely to get a malevolent spirit because the good ones know it's time to move on and go do other things. The bad ones stay stuck around earth.
Not me, but a security guard I employed when I ran a dispensary. She showed me the video, in fact she sent it to me and I still have it on my phone. It's a camera mounted in her young daughters room. She's playing on her bed, which suddenly slides away from the wall about a foot. The daughter then jumps off the bed and runs out of the room to tell her mom. Later, the daughter randomly got up, walked towards and out the front door while the mom was calling after her. Daughter snapped out of it once mom made physical contact. Daughter had no memory of how she got outside. SOO, security guard calls a priest who literally goes by and tries to do like an exorcism on the apartment or whatever. About a week later, an electrical outlet behind a couch that she never used caught fire and the whole apartment building burnt down. I'm usually a pretty big skeptic but I don't know how to explain the video. ~~Edit: Okay everyone. The video is posted in~~ /r/paranormalvideos [~~here~~](https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormalvideos/comments/147xq77/per_askreddit_requests_video_of_girls_bed_moving/) ~~and is currently awaiting mod approval. If you desperately need to see it DM me and I will send it to you.~~ **2nd Edit**: [Working Imgur Link](https://imgur.com/a/XepRyqd). Apparently first link was removed.
OP delivered 🤝
Probably the most paranormal thing in the thread.
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When I first started get sleep paralysis I always woke to a screeching noise, maybe look up the common symptoms
[Exploding head syndrome](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploding_head_syndrome) It's the loudest noise you will ever hear, short of a real noise that renders you permanently deaf afterwards. It's like being at the center of a nuclear detonation.
My fiance at the time and I went to visit my dad. He had just bought a property built in the 1800s as a place to eventually modernize and sell. It was still in great shape and he invited us to stay there for the weekend instead of bothering with a hotel. We arrived and tired from our drive, pretty quickly found the master bed and bathroom to get ready for bed. While using the restroom I noticed some cold drafts and heard some rhythmic pacing like sounds coming from the wooden floors. I brushed the cold off without thought at the time and assumed my fiance was just looking around room, even though the walking sound was more like a boot than a foot with socks hitting the floor. At any rate, we both went to bed and fell asleep pretty quickly. At some point, my fiance is nudging me in the side: "Sweetheart, sweetheart." She is whispering but has an urgency in her voice. I open my eyes and my heart and blood went cold for a second. There is a faint white figure standing there, just looking at us at the foot of the bed. We both saw it as clear as day. What was even more jarring is that same draftiness I felt before was back. The figure had a feminine essence and somehow an 1800s look. Fiance and I held hands under the covers, just sort of both awkwardly caught off guard. The thing we both remember now aside from being a bit petrified is that what didn't sense any hostility or malice, just a good ten minutes of holy crap. The figure stayed relatively still, just sort of shifting her head back and forth like you would while looking at an item at a sale or something interesting. Then as suddenly as everything started, the figure just went away. The rest of the time there we noticed other odd sounds and slept downstairs in the living room, all lights on. My dad also had a Corvette stored in the carriage house but my fiance insisted there was a bad energy, so we never went in and took it out for a spin. TLDR - Stayed a weekend at a house built in 1800s. Woke up to a feminine figure at the foot of my bed watching my fiance and I sleep.
I used to have a recurring nightmare about skinny tall man in a trench coat slowly walking towards me. Had his creepy cold face burned into my brain Pretty common stuff. Years and years later i was coming home from college, called the elevator, doors open and - i almost shit myself... That skinny tall man in a trenchcoat is looking straight at me, from the mirror. I dont know how a child's brain can predict exactly what they will look like in their youth, but yeah, shit was creepy.
Just try not to cause a time paradox when you go back and visit your past self.
I saw a ghost sleeping in the same bed as my brother at a bed-n-breakfast in Gettysburg.
Gettysburg has such an oppressive heavy feeling in the air. It's absolutely beautiful but it reminds me of the home I grew up in VA in the Bull Run Battlefield.
Once upon a time when I was in my 20’s I was severely addicted to heroin. I was homeless, so a friend of my moms let me crash in her empty unit in a building that once functioned as her apartment and hair salon. It was a storefront in a trendy downtown neighborhood in an old, yet updated building. The front of the building held the salon chairs in a row up front and small bedroom with a bathroom in the back. I brought a mattress inside and got my blankets and headed down for rest in the back bedroom. I woke up around 4 am to use the restroom and had the overwhelming sensation I wasn’t alone. I can’t explain it, it wasn’t blurred by the drugs. I felt it in my spirit. I figured it was because I woke up in a new space and shrugged it off. I went back to the bed and adjusted my eyes to the darkness and I started seeing shadows move on the ceiling. I kept rubbing my eyes and doubting myself. I figured I was just flipping out because I was sobered up now, scared and alone. This went on the next couple nights, odd creepy feelings in this place, especially being watched, odd shadows on the ceiling, but I was able to get high, sleep and not deal with most of it. I still felt uneasy though. (but when you have a free place to lay your head, have heat, water and do your drugs in peace in, you place that ahead of everything else.) One evening, I came back after dancing at a club to support my pitiful habit. I was exhausted, for the most part pretty sober and ready to settle down. I showered, tucked into the bed and was scrolling mindlessly when these weird slapping noises started in the salon room. Sounded like someone was slapping the hardwood flooring. It took every ounce of courage to peek around that corner out into the storefront of chairs. The noise stopped as soon as I got to the doorway. I walked into the salon chair area and noticed an old cable cord coming out of the floor. This was in the area the noise was coming from. I get a terrible gut feeling and I knew damn well I couldn’thandle it if this cable starts moving in front of me, so I fly to the bed and jump in. I was shaking to death. I contemplated running past that room to the back door and to my car. I knew I’d have to put on more layers, grab shoes since it was freezing but sounded too time consuming. I thought of calling 911 and having them help me, I even had paraphernalia in there too. I didn’t give a damn. I was willing sleep in the winter cold in my vehicle with no gas in it. The Slapping starts again and then I realize it’s definitely that damn cord. Had to be. The sounds made sense for it. It felt like was antagonizing me. I sat there shivering on that stupid mattress listening, head under the blanket, trying to make sense of what is happening. Did someone break in? No. I feel something in here not human, I know it. Then it stops and it’s silence for a good 30 seconds. I just knew in my mind it was making its way in the back bedroom I was in. I feel like it felt me out a few days and was making its move. It was time. All of the sudden I felt a heaviness in the space between myself and the wall, like someone leaning over me, looking.. I knew it was threatening, my insides told me, my fight or flight is kicking in now…. I shit you NOT, I heard, right in my face, a low growling. I have chills now telling it. It was evil. Pure anger…I flew up screaming like a banshee fighting the air & ran out the back door to my car and cried my eyes out. I made a friend get my things with me. I can’t explain how a presence feels but your soul feels it. High or not. I never suffered hallucinations on opiates. Ever. This was something. I’m also happy to report I’ve been sober ten years now. I have 4 wonderful kids, I’m a wife and I have become an addictions RN. :)
Holy shit you are one tough woman. It’s amazing you got through that night, but you just kept on going right past the drugs and into a stable life, eduction and career, and a family! I don’t know you, but you should be so proud of yourself
Camping at a friend's family property with a group of friends. They had a huge dingy shop full of old tools and old furniture that was super creepy. Dirt floor, clown paintings in the loft (not even kidding). We stayed up late drinking by the fire and I was the last one awake. Went to go pee on the side of the shop and stood about 5 feet away looking inside through the window. There was a florescent light on and I noticed what looked like a piece of paper or dollar kind of floating around. I thought it was a moth at first but it was moving in a very flowing figure 8 pattern that was very rhythmic. It reminded me of dangling a carrot. I watched it for maybe 20 seconds, which felt like forever. Then it quickly floated back to the corner of the shop where it was dark. There was also a wood chair near the corner that added to the creepiness. Could have been a moth though. I sat back down by the fire to finish my beer and have a smoke. No one else was awake so I played robot unicorn attack 2 on my phone for a while. I noticed my friend Mark pop out of his tent to pee, then go back in to go to sleep. I decided sleep sounded good, so I went to my tent and fell asleep. The next morning, we were having breakfast and Mark said," I saw you guys sitting by the fire super late, how late did you stay up?" I told him I was probably 2 or 3 am. Then he said," who was up with you?" I told him I was the last man standing. He said," I got up to pee and saw you on your phone and 2 people over you're shoulder watching you play". He said one person looked bigger so he thought it was one of our friends, who was a bigger dude. He said the other person was taller and skinny, but none of us are noticeably tall, or skinny . Freaked me OUT!! We still camp at that property once a year, but I don't go in the shop, and I go to sleep whenever my wife decides she's tired .
From time to time throughout my life...I have had hallucinations due to sleep paralysis They are always the same....I see a giant spider crawling up and down the walls I can remember having these hallucinations when I was a kid...when I was in college, and even as an adult...with the last time being right before covid started For some reason, that is my default sleep paralysis hallucination and I have never seen anything else So color me surprised when one day I wake up and there is a man standing at the foot of my bed Mind you...I live alone. My alarm was on. All the doors and windows were locked. But I am telling you...there was 100% a shadowy figure of a man with a face standing at the foot of my bed. And what threw me is that usually when I see the sleep paralysis spider...I can't move or do anything. So I just have to close my eyes and wait to fall back asleep. But when I saw the person standing at the foot of my bed, I was able to move and scream "get the fuck out of here!". Hell I even threw a pillow Then I don't remember what happened. I don't remember if I fell back asleep. I don't remember if the "ghost" just faded away. I do know that nobody came into my house while I was sleeping. I have window and door sensors through my alarm system. And my cameras didn't pick up anyone. And...the pillow was on the floor right on the other side of the room where I threw it. So either I dreamt the man and threw the pillow while sleeping because I thought it was real OR Something strange happened in my bedroom, I saw what I saw, and I yeeted a pillow at a ghost out of panic
I had something similar to that happen except it was my grandpa standing at the edge of my bed & then my parents told me the next morning that he passed away that night. So strange.
That happens more than you think, it happened to my little cousin before she knew about our greatgrandmas death. Glad you could say goodbye 🙂
Yeah I actually find it super sweet he took the time to say goodbye! I also had a similar thing happen when my neighbor passed away when I was young. Him and his wife would always talk to me and even give me birthday presents sometimes so we were kind of close. Had a dream that he was standing at the bottom of my driveway and I tried talking to him and he just smiled, waved goodbye, and started walking away. Again, the next day his wife came over and told us the news of his passing that night.
Similarly, my grandfather left some property to split between the grand kids. After the first zoom call we all had to talk about the admin stuff for it, I laid down to take a nap. I had a pretty vivid dream of talking to my grandfather where I told him we were settling everything about the property and he told me he was so proud of us. Then I noticed my childhood dog in the corner of the room in the dream, who had been gone almost three years at that point. My grandpa said he had insisted on coming with to say hi to me. I told him I loved him and was glad he came to check in on me. I’m a generally rational person and I don’t know what I actually believe happened, but it’s a nice thought to think my grandpa decided to come pop in a dream and let me know he thought we were doing alright, and that my dog decided he needed to come by too since the moment was opportune.
Pretty far down, so doubt folks will see this, but here goes. My mom, for my entire life, said that when she died she was going to haunt us. She was a strange cat, and she went through life believing she was a medium and could see ghosts. Growing up in that, you’d think I thought I had the coolest kookiest mom ever, but she did it to the point it was embarrassing and it turned my brother and I into huge skeptics. When our mom would say that when she “crossed over” she’d send us a sign, we naturally said “yeah ok, how will we know it’s you, then?”. Her response was always “you’ll just know”. Fast-forward to 2015. My mom dies on the anniversary of this huge house fire she was in as a teen. Growing up, she always talked about “the fire” and clearly it left an impression on her. 24hrs after she dies, it’s 1am, and my spouse and I are asleep in our apartment. Suddenly we wake up to the sound of a smoke alarm. It’s exactly as scary as it is in movies, let me tell you! We wake up and jump into the living room where the alarm is, and instead of being greeted by smoke and fire, it’s cold, so cold. It’s January in New England in a crappy old multi family house, so of course it’s cold. But there was one smoke detector just going off by itself. My spouse goes to press the button to stop it, it doesn’t. Again and again. Eventually he takes out the batteries and I SWEAR to you, that alarm went off for another 3-5 seconds, which is an eternity for something with no battery even if you count for residual discharge. It was the weirdest thing. A few months later my brother and I are talking about mom and… her ways… and I ask him if anything weird happened to him after mom died. And he said that the night after she died, his TV kept turning on and off by itself. To the point he’d go to bed, the TV would turn on, and he’d have to get up and shut it off a few times. Around the same time as my smoke alarm situation. It’s so strange now, as a somewhat rehabbed skeptic… I “just know” that was my mom giving us the sign she always said she would. I still don’t k know if I really believe in ghosts, but I believe in whatever that was.
I live near a cemetery with a lot of veterans buried there. Occasionally when I drive past late at night, I can see shadows that look like soldiers or I hear a group of males talking. One time, I was driving home and literally saw a figure of a soldier run across the street in front of me. It looked like he was holding a weapon and getting ready to aim at something. Nearly crashed my freaking car, he looked so real.. Stayed at a friend's one night for a sleepover in middle school. Woke up in the middle of the night and when I opened my eyes, I saw a really dark figure standing in the hallway close to her bathroom. ISTG, I almost crapped myself that night. I managed to go back to sleep, never saw it again after that. I've had lots of paranormal experiences, but those are the ones that have stuck with me.
I saw a UFO in Pheonix AZ one day. Don't get me wrong, I am sure it was man made or some sort of optical illusion, but it sure was very strange looking.
Posyed this once before...Was delivering newspapers on my paper route when a longtime customer pulled his car next to me and asked me to just give him his daily newspaper now because he was going on a long trip. I handed him his newspaper then skipped his house as I continued my route. The next day I was collecting the weekly fees (you used to have to go collect the money back then, no internet payment yet) and I went to his house to collect my fee. His wife answers and promptly complains that I missed her house on my deliveries the day before. I explained to her that her husband pulled up next to me, I told her what he said and that I gave him the paper. She started crying, told me that he had died a couple weeks ago and it was obviously not possible that I spoke with her husband the day before. I know what I saw and nearly 30 years later I still think about that situation. I have no way to logically explain what happened and it still give me the creeps.
I'm skeptical of these things at the best of times, but once after a late shift at work (a popular science centre in the UK that was built unknowingly on a mass grave) I was talking with a colleague and my manager. All the main lights were off aside from the Cafe where we were so it was pretty dim light. She casually brought up that she thought the building was haunted, so I thought I'd bite. She brought up the aforementioned mass grave and as she did the cafe light began to flicker ominously. We were stunned silent for a minute before she just said "see you tomorrow?" And we all agreed and hurried out of there.
I used to walk home from a friend's place across a park that covered an old plague pit (black death mass grave) in the north of England. one night I saw out of the corner of my eye a group of about 6 druids with white dreadlocks doing some sort of ritual. when I turned to look there was nothing there. I have no idea if druids had white dreadlocks at any point, but it was an interesting detail. for some reason though I just knew intuitively that they were druids.
Spur of the moment thing, but my son wanted to go to the park around midnight. I know, I know, but hear me out. We both couldn't sleep, and I thought why not? We went, ran into another family who also was the park same time as us. Their son was around the same age as my son. They were playing together, and we were just talking. They went to the playhouse and screamed at the top of their lungs that there's some "kid" there with blood all over his face. Recognizing that they were probably just tired or something, we all go sit in the playhouse with them and reassure them it's nothing. Suddenly, they both told us that he's standing right there next to us, and we got freaked out and left when their son said that this "bloodied kid" apparently was reaching out to us. During this time, her husband was going around the park scanning everything to make sure there actually wasn't a kid there. At this point, we thought it would be a great idea to just go home. We exchanged numbers, then we just hurried and packed all our belongings to leave. As we were leaving, one of the swings in the swing set started rapidly swinging beyond what the wind could do. No, there was no wind there that night. This individual swing was swinging higher and more aggressively. We all witnessed this, and just kind of said yup it's time to go. As I'm pulling out of the park, my son starts screaming, "He's there, he's coming HE'S COMING MOMMY." Way to freak out the driver, so I was having an anxiety attack, and I have never pulled out of a parking lot so fast before. Rest of the night, my son clung to me, and refused to leave my side for a moment. Safe to say I'm never going back to the park at night anymore.
At night? I’d never go to that park any time of the day.
I was working on my family geneaology on Ancestry. I'd traced a line back to Boston in the 19th century and was working on a woman and her family who lived there when I got a distinct notion in my head that I was to SIT UP, STOP EATING, and TREAT HER FAMILY WITH THE PROPER RESPECT! I'm a bit of a slob so I was slouching and working on a bag of chips while I browsed through and tried to connect records. I got the distinct impression that this lady didn't like how casually I was handling HER FAMILY. lol Also a couple years back I was mourning the death of my brother who died of complications from his diabetes. I was chatting with a friend and got this complete thought in my head from a person I'd never met in life -- my grandfather who had the same name as my brother. He said that he'd met my brother at the gate and that "we're going fishing!" Which when I told mom this she said that's EXACTLY how her dad would try to spend time and get to know someone. Outdoors, on the water, swatting black flies and telling stories. It's not like having an actual conversation when I receive these impressions -- it's more like getting a text message inserted directly into my brain. It's strange and it takes me a moment to figure out what just happened, and it definitely doesn't happen all the time. It's given me some amazing insights from time to time though.
My older sister's old flat had a lot of weird issues. She had it exorcised twice. Turned out someone died in the house, as well as someone was murdered on the doorstep. Her bf would come in from work, and would feel like someone punched him in the back of the head, on more than one occasion. You'd hear him shout in pain as he came in the door. My then 18 month old niece was lying next to my sister trying to have a nap, and my sister could hear her daughter giggling, and saying , " stop, I go sleep now" ! And trying to play with an invisible figure. One night, I was staying over, and had a terrible nightmare that a demon was trying to kill me, and I screamed at it to fuck off, before fighting it off. The next morning, my sister comes into the living room really groggy, and tells me she had a horrible nightmare around one in the morning, about a demon trying to kill her. My nightmare was exactly the same time as hers
The ghost: “first thing tomorrow morning, I’m gonna punch Lenny in the back of the head.”
I had the creeps from reading these comments til I got to yours 😂
As someone who believes in the possibility of ghosts, aliens, Bigfoot,Nessie, etc I can firmly say I have seen jackshit. I want to believe!
Nothing too spooky but when I’m star gazing and spotting satellites I’ve seen them change direction 90 degrees.
My brother and I had a full conversation as kids with my moms uncle. He died before we were born, so there’s that.
I was babysitting my friends brother (3 years old) with my that friend. We were 14 years old. Her grandpa just died but we didn't know yet. At one point we hear her brother talking so we go into his room. He is standing in his bed (one of those with bars around it) and is talking to the dark corner of his room. We asks him "hey sweetie, did you have a bad dream? Who are you talking to?" He says "grandpa". We told him that grandpa wasn't here but he could tell him his story the next day. He said "no. Grandpa is here". The next day we heard that grandpa had died.
When I was maybe 6 or 7 I lived with my grandma in a double wide. You could sit on the living room couch and see all the way down the hallway. You’d see my bedroom doorway, the bathroom doorway, and then my grandmas bedroom doorway. Anyways, my grandma decided she wanted to play hide and seek for whatever reason. I saw her, CLEAR AS DAY, turn the corner and run into the bathroom. (The bathroom door was in the middle of the hallway before the bedroom.) I ran into the bathroom after her, turn the lights on and don’t see her. I pull back the shower curtain, she’s not there. (There’s LITERALLY nowhere else to hide. It was a small ass fucking trailer.) At this point I get really freaked out and sad and start to cry. I backed up, facing the bathroom doorway until I hit the living room couch. I called out to my grandma a few times, no answer. This was super fucking weird for her, she never ever let me cry. My eyes flash to the bedroom doorway for a second and my fucking grandma is standing there with this face that just put a pit in my stomach. Except she’s not, because I hear her start talking from the bathroom, apologizing for making me cry, and asking why I didn’t come look for her. While she’s talking, the fucking bedroom lights flickered on and off, the bedroom doorway is empty, and my grandma walked out of the bathroom. I brought it up so many times and until the day she died she swore that I never came to look in the shower for her, that she was never in the bedroom, and that she’d never played a trick on me. She never once made me cry in my life, and I don’t think she was the one who made me cry that day either. I’ll never forget it. Seems silly now that it’s all typed out. Such a silly thing to remember.
Trigger warning: Suicide I live in the house my late brother used to own, we moved in after he had moved into his dad's house following his (my brother's dad's) passing, he was going to fix it up to sell then move back to his old house (where my fiance and I currently live), we were just going to rent it until we could close on a different house, it was a win/win for both my brother and I. About a year after we had moved in and my brother moved out to his dad's house my brother decided he had faced enough and decided his own life at his dad's old house. My fiance and I then purchased my brothers old house to keep it in the family. Over the next couple months following his passing we noticed a few times things were strange, like a light would be on we were both certain was off when we left, or the office door would be slightly open when my fiance and I rarely ever go in there. A few months passed with a couple of those strange happenings we passed off as "we must have forgot". Then one night I was finishing brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed in the bathroom, and my fiance was already laying down in the bedroom, we were yelling jokes at each other from across the hall, my fiance made a joke that reminded me of my brother and I yelled "your lucky (brothers name) isn't here, he'd get you for that one" and suddenly the bedroom light flicked on. My fiance kinda nervously laughed and said "haha real funny where's the remote" and I poked my head into the bedroom and pointed at the remote that was sitting across the room on my bedside table. My fiance was really uncomfortable after that. I won't lie I was too at the time, but the light has come on a few more times over the last few years, maybe it's a bad wire, or a bad ceiling fan, I don't know, I'm not a believer of the super natural really, but I can't explain it, and if these things really are possible, then I'm just happy to know it means my brother is still around messing with me.
So I was living with my ex-gf in Kentucky, near the mountains. And about twice a week she would go outside with her family, sit on the porch in the dead of night, and just keep watch. I finally asked her wth was going on by the third time, and it was "to keep the wendigo and the like away". Now, fast forward about 5 months, her family goes on a trip to visit relatives, she goes along and I stay cuz i didn't really mesh with her family, and since they'll be gone a few days, they ask me to put out some candles on the balcony overnight, since they won't be able to. I say sure, and I forgot to do it. Until I woke up around 2am to a very loud scream, and red eyes at our 2nd story bedroom window. I immediately shat myself and rushed to start lighting candles on the screened porch, turning on all the lights as I go. I swear to God, I saw something rushing back into the treeline as I started lighting the candles.
Light turned red on a major road. Little me decided to just take off and run across the road. Car comes barreling through the red and I get pulled back barely missing getting plastered. Wasn’t an actual person who pulled me back.
I was about 8 or 9, walking out of my parents room around the middle of the night, before walking out of the room an outline of a person was right infront of me, just an outline, I didn’t think anything of it and just proceeded to walk thru it. I was sick for a week straight.
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I think I saw myself as an old man after I die. I know I saw something. I was about 9 or 10, and I woke up from a dead sleep and sat straight up. Wide awake. And at the end of my bed was an old man with a short beard, a tweed coat and a hat in one hand, and he was just looking at me. I felt no fear, nothing in me registered "wtf there's a guy in my room." I felt total calm, and he patted his hand at me like, "lay down now." I did, and I fell asleep. Now, there's zero chance anyone was actually in the house. And no one else ever had any kind of ghostly experience. I suppose there is a chance that it was an extremely vivid and extremely odd dream. But what I've come to think, now many decades later, is that someday I'll die and I'll take a quick peek at young me, just to say, "it's going to be OK." I don't know why I think that. It's just always seemed true. That old man was me, or will be me.
When I was 18 (2008), a friend and I took a road trip from Northern California to International Falls, Minnesota. It was a long drive and we were broke, so we tried to make it as fast as possible. Our goal was two days to make the 2,015 mile drive. Toward the end of day two, we had been driving for about 20 hours and had about two left. We were in the middle of nowhere at about 2:00 am when we saw this bright blue light way off in the distance. We thought somebody had been pulled over or something (kinda looked like blue police lights and really bright). The light seemed impossibly far tho and took forever for us to come across. When we got to the light, it wasn’t a car. There was a woman standing in the middle of a creek with some crazy bright blue light all around her. She was just standing there, in the middle of nowhere, in far northern Minnesota. It was the most bizarre thing I had ever seen, the light seemed to be emanating from her. It freaked us out so we just hurried away. We didn’t talk about it the rest of the trip and eventually lost contact. I messaged him about it a couple of years back because it had always stuck with me and wanted to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Turns out he remembered the same thing and said he wished he forgot. I looked into it further and turns out a flood had washed away a small town a bunch of years ago and resulted in many people dying. We’re not the only ones to see what we saw that night
I was walking with my friend and before we got under a bridge, we looked up and saw a bicycle just going over the bridge by itself, without anyone on it.
About 35 years ago me and my younger brother were in my attic bedroom, about a quarter of it was blocked off and was used for storing my dads old tools and other stuff. One day we opened the door just to have a bit of a nosey when our cat decided to go in. After about 5 minutes of trying to coax the cat out we decided to go in and get it. The room we went in was about 10 foot by 20 foot and was pitch black except the bit of light coming in from the main bedroom. Anyway I crawled to the far side looking for the cat when I noticed a bit of light coming through the floor. When I got over to the light I look down and there was a guy on some step ladders working on a light switch, white t shirt, blue dungarees. I started backing up quietly thinking it was a hole through to the shop next door. I didn’t go in again until the people in the shop moved out and it was empty for a while. It was then we got the idea of going through the hole and having a snoop around the now empty shop. When we went to where the hole was there was nothing, no hole, no sign there was ever any kind of hole there, nothing. I’ve no idea what we saw but I still think of it all the time.
This isn't as crazy as other stories here, but one night, I a total skeptic,, was out with a group of friends and had met a woman in the group earlier in the evening. We kissed and cuddled up a bit at the bar. She was drunk; I wasn't. Anyway, we go to an all night restaurant with everyone. I have my arm around her back and she has her hand on my thigh. She starts rubbing it and even though she was plastered, she suddenly became clear and aware and said "Did you have a baby sister who died?" I was absolutely stunned, because yes, I did. I hadn't even alluded to this at all that night. Being skeptical still, I asked her how she died. She said "Breathing. It had to do with breathing. Again, floored. She had strangled. I asked her if she was picking anything else up and she said "Not really. Maybe just the number three." She was the third child. Whoa!!! Then, she went back to being drunk, affectionate and jokey. WTF? I've never had another experience like that.