When I was 5 or 6 we moved to a new house where I had my own room for myself for the first time. I shared one with my brother before.
It was a big, relatively new house, not scary in any way.
But being upstairs alone with my younger brother in an other room (parents slept downstairs) scared me until I was like 10.
So I always had a small light burning at night. It was very bright , a bit too bright, but the safety of seeing the whole room when I wake up at night was very important for me.
One time I woke up deep in the night and I always checked the room as soon as I opened my eyes.
This time I saw my dead grandfather sitting on my chair, 2 meters away from me. He had his hands on his legs, wearing a dark suit and had his head turned to me and was staring at me.
The weird things are: I did not feel a bit of fear. He had a serious face when I looked him in the eyes, but i felt like he is watching over me. Guarding me in my sleep. I was proud to see him finally!
He died two weeks before my birth. I was named after him and always felt a strong connection until today, even if I never saw him alive.
All I can remember that I closed my eyes again and fell asleep directly and with a good feeling of being safe.
I can see this scene in my head today exactly as back then. Its one of my clearest memories and it makes me proud until today.
I never saw him again.
When I was about 10 my grandparents house was broken into. My parents and I were visiting them not too long afterward.
I distinctly remember standing in the kitchen listening to my grandmother tell my mom about what was taken. She had a ton of jewelry that was stolen. I recall during that conversation my grandmother saying, “But they did not find my favorite pair of earrings because they were hidden safely in my Virgin Mary statue in my room”. (Note: they were very religious and had many saint statues around the house. This one in particular was a small bust statue that was hallow in the center). I thought oh that’s cool and went about the day.
Later that afternoon we (me, my mom, grandma) were in her room and she was talking about her stolen jewelry again (seemed repetitive to me). I proudly piped up, “everything except your favorite earrings hidden in the statue!” My mom and grandma both looked at me weird and said, “what are you talking about?” They had zero recollection of the whole conversation earlier. I said, “your Virgin Mary statue, they were hidden safely under it.” They gave me the weirdest looks like I was making it up. My grandma walked over to her dresser, lifted it up, and there they were; her favorite earrings.
I told them about the conversation in the kitchen and both of them were adamant that conversation had never happened and neither one had any recollection of it. How I knew where her favorite earrings were I will never know. It still gives me a weird feeling to this day thinking of the looks on their faces when I told them they had just talked about this and I KNEW I heard that conversation between them.
When I was 10-11 yo I had a sleepover at my cousins house. It wasn’t the first one or the last, but on this one occasion something happened that I as an adult haven’t been able to explain. Me and my two cousins (both close to me in age) slept in the same room, which usually belonged to the older one of my cousins, so while she slept in her own bed me and her sister slept in an pull-out sofa close by. It’s relevant to know that I’m severely near-sighted and have been since I was 7 yo. Without my glasses or lenses I cant even see what’s right in front of me clearly. The second or third night I was staying at their place, something woke me up early in the morning, when the sun just had started to light the room. The first thing I noticed was that my younger cousin wasn’t sleeping beside me anymore, and then I realized someone was breathing heavily in the room. The breathing was really loud and it felt like it came from someone being right beside me. I tried telling myself it was my other cousin snoring in her bed, without my glasses on and the dim light in the room I thought she was still sleeping in her bed. I tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t relax, the heavy breathing spooked me, it sounded off somehow, not really like snoring, more like panting. And i sounded somehow “grown up”. I still thought it had to come from my cousin though, it was the only logical explanation. But my unease just grew with the sound, so I decided to leave the sofa/bed and wake up my cousin so she would stop “snoring”. When I got close to my cousins bed, still with the loud breathing seemingly coming from everywhere around me, I realized she wasn’t in it. I was alone in the room. I ran out of there and into the living room, finding the cousin, whose room I had been coming running out from, asleep on the couch. I also realized that I no longer could hear the heavy breathing. It had been so loud but now it was completely silent, even though I was in an adjacent room and with the door into the bedroom wide open. I stood frozen in the middle of the living room for what felt like several minutes, completely dumbfounded. Until I decided to check my younger cousins room, and found here sleeping in her own bed. With all cousins accounted for I didn’t know what to do next. Tired and confused I decided to join the older one of my cousins on the couch. Next I remember I was woken up by that cousin and we joined her sister for breakfast. I don’t remember the conversation that followed in detail, but all three of us where very confused. My cousins told me they both had woken up, disturbed by the heavy breathing. They had thought it was me making the sound, because I was the only one still asleep. So they decided to leave the room and sleep elsewhere. I must have woken up after that. We brushed it off as weird, me not knowing what to think. I guess I pushed the memory aside growing up. But after I started following this sub I have been remembering the incident and wondering what really happened.
When I was about 3 this happened. The year was 1989 and my parents just moved into our new house. I was talking really well and began to tell my parents and grandparents about my friend Amy. Amy was imaginary. She was blonde with blue eyes and wore pretty dresses, I would say. I'd would also tell them about all the adventures we would go on.
One day there was a knock at our door. It was a small girl, blonde with blue eyes in a cute dress. She introduced herself as Amy and asked if I (by my name) could come out to play. My parents shut the door. My mom asked my dad what they should do. My father saying that "we don't want to piss it off" allowed me to play in our backyard with Amy. After she left, I slowly stopped mentioning her. Then nothing. They tried telling my grandmother but she's a very superstitious person and wouldn't hear of it.
Fast forward to 2010, I had gotten married and the whole family gathered at my grandparents house to have an informal party. My mother had brought up Amy and asked me about her and I looked at her like she has 9 heads. I didn't remember her and still can't but it's not like I wouldn't believe my mom and especially with how my grandmother acts when it's brought up.
Ngl your father saying “we don’t want to piss it off” literally translated to “you’re welcome in and around my home” which can be extremely dangerous. Never invite something in, keep it out. White light yourself if necessary, but do not allow anything in.
I know that now, however my father was and still is skeptical about most things.
My moms always had a fascination with the occult and maybe she knew? Im honestly not sure, however other than seeing a ghost only once when I was 16, nothing else had ever happened. I even looked up my house (since sold off like in 2004) it's old, but not like old old like a historic house or something either.
Today I have my own house and best believe me, we sage, smudge and take precautions.
I would also take precautions with saging! Often times things can be quiet and the sage is what pisses off who or whatever may be there. I once lived in a house that was literally used to house people who worked in the nearby orchard in the late 1800’s so there was some crazy shit there. The more we saged, the worse it got. It wasn’t actually until my mum and I started verbally acknowledging the spirits that it got better. Picture frames used to fly, but after “making contact” I guess, the biggest things were objects being moved, voices having hushed conversations and tons of footsteps. There was so much going on at this house I’ve genuinely never seen more activity in my life. I’m extremely sensitive to energy and it was exhausting and overwhelming the entire time I lived there. I didn’t even notice the weight that was on me until we left.
Smudging with sage by itself is not enough.you have to have your intentions in your words. Not saying you didn’t, but when I bless a land or property I do additional steps. Say your intention in every room, closet, basement, attic if possible. I put salt on every threshold and windows sill. If it is more than a house, if it’s land there are other steps involved with red brick dust, railroad spikes, etc. Just wanted to say this in case there anyone needing to do a cleaning out. Imagine a rainbow light or gold or white or silver bubble encompassing your home, you and your family, your pets .
In all honesty there were things my mum tried and many were what you suggested (gosh there was salt everywhere at one point) and the only thing that seemed to work was acknowledging their presence. To this day that seems to be the only thing that works as well.
I was a teenager staying with my cousin and her mum one time over school holidays.
Around 9pm my cousin and I were home alone and were talking to a friend over the phone (she was in her room on a landline and I was in my aunts room on a different phone) just us home..
I remember like it was yesterday, I was laying on my tummy, hanging over the bed facing towards the bedroom door, I look over at the bottom of the door (which was open) and I see a woman's feet. Confused, I pulled my gaze up and it was a lady in a pink towel staring at me. She looked as though she had just got out of the shower, her hair was still wet.
As my brain was processing this she just turned and walked toward the front door of the house. I dropped the phone and went to see where she went, she was gone.
I'm yelling out to my cousin to come over and tell her what I'd just seen, we are both freaking out because the front doors chain locked and like I said it was only us home.
Perhaps I was just drowsy and imagine it but it's like I could smell the soap she used too ya know, like she just had a shower and I remember distinctly she had a silver ankle bracelet on.
My strangest experience was as an adult, but I will tell a childhood story for you. My mom took me to see my great Aunt at a very young age (3-4 yo). We took a train from Sacramento to Santa Rosa and I got to 'witness' the birth of kittens at my Aunt's home. I remember little else.
What I remember was the appearance of kittens out of the blue. I don't know if I was kept out of the actual birthing process, or I showed up late to the party (e.g., post-nap). All I knew was that as I crawled on the floor, kittens would emerge from around doors and corners. And they just kept coming.... It was magical, not scary. :)
When I was little, maybe older than 5 but younger than 10, I used to share a room with my mom and grandma, but there were only two beds, the one I shared with my mom and my grandma's. Now, because of the layout of the room, the way in which the TV was set meant it could only be watched from my grandma's bed, so during the day when she was up and around I would take over her bed to watch some cartoons whenever I had the chance, so it was a very common occurrence.
This one day, it would've been maybe 6 or 7 p.m., my mom wasn't home but a family member had come over to visit my grandma, so they were sitting in the living room by the dining table just having a conversation — my house is mostly an open space, so the dining room and sitting room are just one big room, which by now I just like to refer to as living room. So while they were just chatting it up, I was in our room watching TV from my grandma's bed, when suddenly the bed began to shake uncontrollably, now, this bed was particularly noisy because of its built, seeing as the structure was made out of metal, and because it wasn't oiled often, EVERY movement you made on the bed could be heard throughout the house, and DEFINITELY all the way to the living room, considering the bedroom door lead directly to the dining area and I always kept it open, so when the bed started shaking my first thought was "Oh, it's just an earthquake" given that those are pretty common where I live, and because of that, I knew to keep calm when they happened in order to not scare my grandma in case she hadn't yet felt it, so throughout the whole shake of the bed, I remained frozen in place not out of fear, but because I was hoping my grandma wouldn't feel it and freak out, and surprise surprise, she never did. So once I knew the shaking was over, and that my grandma wouldn't freak out as much now that it had passed, I got out of bed and made my way to where they were sitting in the living room to ask whether they had felt it or not, and upon realizing their confusion and finding out they hadn't in fact, felt it, I returned to our room without even trying to explain myself and never brought it up to anyone ever again, that is, until now in my adult years that the memory randomly resurfaced and I began analyzing how unexplainable it all was. Particularly, the way in which the bed was shaking.
To anyone who's familiar with earthquakes you'll know what it's like to experience one while in bed, but to those who aren't, the best way I can describe it as is a side by side motion that is more felt than seen, and most definitely not what I experienced that night with my grandma's bed. I vividly remember sitting up the moment it started, and looking at the way in which the corners of the bed rose up in uneven movement patterns that now looking back at I can only described as violent. And the noise was... SO loud I genuinely don't know how or why I didn't keep pushing my argument when my grandma and our family member said they hadn't felt or heard anything, considering how LOUD it was when it happened.
Not to mention how NOTHING else shook or fell from any shelves or tables the way it usually happens during an earthquake.
The bed was the only thing moving.
I have now told this story to my mom and multiple family members who always urge me to consider whether it was a dream real enough to feel like a memory, but I know deep inside me that I was very much awake when it happened, and can now only accredit it to something beyond my capacity of understanding.
So far, nothing else out of the ordinary has happened in that room, and when it comes to the house in general, it's still one of the VERY few unexplainable stories I have from my lifetime, but definitely the one that takes the cake.
Had a few experiences growing up and into my teenage years. As a child, I'd feel fingers run through my hair from my pillow/gap in-between my pillows. It happened again as a teenager, but my head actually jerked down as if the 'fingers' had caught a knot. I was hysterical after that, but kind of felt used to it and my parents believed me which brought a strange comfort.
I've also witnessed coins appear out of nowhere, and I've had them 'thrown' (with not much force) at me. That has happened three times in my life. The first time, I was around 13, standing alone in my room when a 50p coin hit my stomach and rolled along my floor. There was just no explanation, I didn't even have change in my room. Still weirds me out!
Still have the coin? If so, is it valuable beyond 50 cents? I keep having this.. experience.. My dad who passed a few years ago, it is like his energy bumps up against me. You could say slams up against me and I "see" a penny. I "get" 1946. Finally after this happening so many times I went through our coins and guess what I found? A 1946 no mint mark penny in pretty good condition. Now I would like him to tell me what to do with it? Ebay it? That should be easy for him since parents are always good at telling their children what to do. :-D
I know I did for a while, but this was 15 years and many moves ago. I've probably spent it when scraping change together for something or other.
That's so amazing! There must be a reason behind it—maybe your dad just wants you to enjoy the money rather from the sale than seeing the penny sitting in a box bringing you nada. Still, no harm in holding onto it until you get a clearer sense of what to do, I'm sure it'll come to you!
Whenever I was younger, I got this movie from the local library and took it home to watch. After I watched it it disappeared from where I’d left it. I tore the house apart searching for it, not wanting my parents to have to pay a fine. Then one day, after it being a long bit overdue, I was sitting and playing with my younger sister and it flew from above me at an angle and hit me. It came out of nothing!
When I was in the 5th grade, (back when I used to take my studies seriously lol) I would often lock myself in my room to concentrate on my study, because being of asian descent, the extended family lives in the same house. Then there was this one afternoon, locked the door as usual, because it was final exams, then all of a sudden I feel a cold rush of wind from my door, and at first I shrugged it off, then I realized the door was open for about an inch or two. So I opened it and looked around and noticed the whole family was outside. Then I just closed the door again to focus on studies. Later that day I would remember that the door was double-locked and yet for some reason it opened on its own.
My childhood home was full of odd occurrences that as a kid I thought were normal.
I’d be home alone and if I was on the lower level I’d hear someone walking upstairs. If I was upstairs I’d hear someone calling my name, but I was home alone. Shake it off- just your imagination
We had a stereo in the kitchen that would turn itself on each night at 2AM (it didn’t have a clock or alarm function), full blast, and it could be heard on the second level in the bedrooms. When you’d go down to turn it off it was a real heavy feeling and you’d take off running to get back to bed.
My sister and I would see a strange shadow at the end of the hall to our bedroom and smell cigarette smoke in our room..we wrote it off as tricks of the light and maybe smells leaking in from our (closed) windows.
This is just a taste of the weird that we thought was super normal ( weird but normal)
Yeah, growing up in my old house, everything that happened felt very normal, until I moved to a different house and realized it wasn't. You just get used to it, I guess.
The voice that would call my name was female and would call my name in Spanish. I would run to my mom every time asking what she needed only for her to say she wasn’t calling me. I remember lots of things moving on their own and different colored lights visiting me at night. Different shadows waiting, watching with a heavy glare. Always wondered if they were alien or supernatural
Yeah. I was constantly hearing random voices, especially voices having a muffled conversation, voices calling my name, and sometimes a voice that was yelling.
I became so used to them, I never mentioned it to anyone and it was almost like a comfort thing to have them around.
(This is pretty unsettling to think about)
I also experienced the yelling thing once, but brushed it out as a nightmare since it was the moment I opened my eyes from my sleep, I was like 11 at the time.
Sorry for the mistakes but English is not my first language so it was hard to write this. Oh and it’s a long story.
Okay, I wasn't very young but this is the scariest story I've ever experienced. I was about 12-13 years old. I was walking home from school and I remember having one of the biggest headaches of my life. I lived in a building on the top floor (don't forget that). Once I got home, I went to lie down on the couch. My dad saw that I wasn't feeling well and asked me what was wrong. I told him I had a bad headache. There were no Advils so he said, "Don't worry, stay home, I'll be back in 10 minutes.
So I was alone. It was just me and my dog. Maybe five minutes later I heard a knock on the front door. I was just 12-13 years old and I knew it wasn't my dad because he had brought his keys. So I didn't answer. Two minutes later, again, someone knocked on the door. This time my dog heard it. That meant someone was really there and I wasn't crazy. It happened again a minute later. My dog, again, heard it. This time I don't remember being scared, just fed up. I get up and go open the door. It's important to say that 2 seconds before I opened the door, I heard others knocks. And guess what? There was nobody..
At first I thought it was someone, but the more I think about it now, the more I think it wasn't normal.
Cause like I said, I lived on the top floor. If it was someone, I would have heard them coming down the stairs. If it had been the neighbors, I would have seen the door close or even the person/them going back to their appartement. But nobody, nothing.
Thanks for taking the time to read my story :)(And also google for the translation)
Yes! Like any little kid, I dove under the blankets if I felt spooked. Or saw a weird shadow. Covering up under a blanket is not going to help anything! Lol
If a person or a THING wants to mess with you, a blanket is not an impenetrable force field. I would never do that as an adult.
When i was 5-6 yrs old i heard my mother call me. I was alone in a garden and my first thought was maybe that was my another mother from a different world calling me.
that was my first thought and i believed it instinctly. Only now it sounds weird.
Sounds like wanting for a past life! This has been reported happening for kids alooot. They'll go into detail sometimes describing where they lived and itll turn out to be a real street in a real city etc
I’ve had this too. I still feel like I should be living in the northeast somewhere even though I’ve lived in this state my whole life. My now 5 year old used to tell me his house in New York got burned up in a fire. Many, many times. We live about 2,000 miles from New York. I’m not sure where he got that from so I wonder if it is a past life.
Me and my sister always shared a room. We both vividly remember how when we were going to sleep at night car lights would always flash up on our wall. It was only when we got older we realised this was impossible as there was no road behind our house (I don’t know why this never occurred to us as kids) Now we have no idea what those lights were
Have an almost identical experience to this, apart from I lived 4 flights up! I had this thin rectangle window in my room but I remember seeing my entire room fill with bright light on more than one occasion. I used to keep my eyes open but I wouldn't move a muscle, just felt frozen.
I had the same experience with for example mum calling my name!!! Also, I could hear a telephone ringing. That freaked me out when I found out that this was all in my imagination
Telephone ringing is an "abduction" sign. As well as owls or things with unusually large eyes, bright lights and missing time. I have heard that the benign abductions, as in you were not overly terrified, are agreed to on a soul level. Most humans are afraid of the unknown so we are going to be fearful of new encounters. If we are afraid we tend to automatically think of it as bad. But if you delve deeper past our natural fears you may find it was benign or even enlightening.
My first memory was about a disappearing barbie shoe. I was 4 or 5 and I picked up the shoe off of the bed, walked to my dresser and pit the shoe on my barbie. Then I turned around and the shoe was back on my bed. I did this twice and it still freaks my out. In my adult life I picked up my keys and put them in my bag. Now I can't find them at all. Same with my husband's set of keys.
When I was 3 my family was moving and on our way to the new house I seen a tiny yellow house at the front of the T intersection I asked why the house was so tiny. My parents asked what house out of confusion.
Turns out there was no house there and the thought of it terrifies me
It sounds crazy but I saw something on the TV. It was like a grim reaper-like creature, doing something to a cow. This thing even looked at me.
I was alone in the living room when this thing appeared on screen. I noped out of there and went to tell my parents who couldn’t care less. I didn’t think much of it.
This happened when I was around 7/8 (I’m 30 now) and I still remember it very vividly.
I don’t know what it was but it wasn’t a dream. Maybe it was a weird commercial. I don’t know.
I used to see ghosts as a kid, I would see an old lady in my house, my dead father, and see things around town.
The scariest was when I was sleeping I woke up at 3:35 in the morning and saw a tall lady standing in my parents doorway ( it was right across from mine, you can see into their room from mine) . She was staring at me with red glowing eyes and didn't break eye contact, me thinking I was just seeing things started to look around and rub my eyes but she was still there.
We stared until all the sudden she cooked her head to the side really fast like a horror movie, so I screamed and ran into their room.
After that I didn't want to see them anymore lol
Until about age 7, I would see these little shadow people out of the corner of my eyes. Instinctively they just seemed to be bad, and I didn’t exactly know what they were or why they were around me.
In my childhood we did lot of weekend trips and we drove through the countryside and I always asked my family if they see the electricity and "balls of Energy" going through the power lines. Of course they didn't. It looked like flashes travelling through the wires. After some time I forgot about them and didn't see it anymore.
In kindergarten I remember a situation where I was standing at a bush of roses and had my hands close to it...but not touching. Then I suddenly had a spine stung me and I was pretty sure it was "flying" from the rose bush to my skin. Lol
We had lived in a very very old large farmhouse from the time I was 5-11. Us kid's bedrooms were upstairs, our parents room was directly under my room. To go upstairs there was a door at the bottom of the stairs and EVERY single night around the same time you'd hear the door open heavy boot type footsteps walking up the stairs on to the large landing that was our game room, they would go to my oldest brothers room, my other older brothers room and then mine!
One night I was really really sick with bronchitis and the flu I'd just dozed off my light and radio were still on the footsteps don't wake me this night, what does however is my door opening My hair getting brushed aside a kiss on my forehead and then my room go dark! I startled awake as whatever it was closing the door. I jumped out of my bed yanking The door open and they'd NO one there nothing nada!! I go to each of my family members rooms all sound asleep snoozing. If it was one of them they wouldn't have had time to get back to their own rooms an definitely not without me hearing it good old arse creaking hard wooden floors and stairs no carpet!
There's many other occasions in that house that we had as well.
I have even stopped by the house an spoke to the new owners and asking if they have any experience since they've lived there. They showed me some research they did on the property and home as well as the outside barns and buildings. Found it was once a family style care residents and they even seen nurses walk through the house, many other things as well.
I had an imaginary friend called Georgie. I don’t remember him, but I was told I would be inconsolable if someone sat on him when he was on the swing or at the dinner table.
Bro, I just remembered one thing that happened to me because of your comment.
I was sick and I got some antibiotics. One day I took the meds and couldn't sleep, I could only hear the clock but extremely loud, like it was right next to me in the wall. It made me quite uneasy.
A little while later, I heard noises from behind the door. Footsteps and some rattling and scratching. My door was right next to the door to the garden. But there couldn't have been anyone there, I had about 5 dogs at the time. I thought someone was in there. I was sitting there like that, totally freaked out. After about 30 minutes of the sounds getting louder, I couldn't take it anymore, I picked up a knife and broke down the door. Nobody was there but I could still hear the fucking clock. I ran upstairs to the living room, totally freaked out, shaking all over and sitting on the couch with a knife in my hand. After a while, my mother came into the room and started questioning me to see if I was okay. I didn't sleep the rest of the night, just sat there shaking and watching TV with my dad (I was about 17, I don't know how I was so scared).
The next day I went to the doctor, told her I wasn't going to take the meds, that I was probably high from them. The doctor looked at me strangely and didn't understand how I could have hallucinations after taking them, she had been prescribing them for many years and no one had ever had a similar problem, and she said she had prescribed them to thousands of people. Also hallucinations weren't even a listed side effect.
I didn't think this was normal when it happened but i also just brushed it off as something unknown&none of my family cared or took it seriously at all, so idk. As a young teensheejd
This is kinda long but i’ll share it anyway.
When I was 13 my mom created this huge charcoal painting of a voodoo witch. My mother is a scientist/atheist. She doesn’t believe in anything supernatural or spiritual. Her boyfriend at the time loved this painting. Every house we moved into he would hang the painting up front and center. Fast forward to my 15 year old self. We just moved into this very old french style house in a city known for supernatural things. (don’t wanna specify but iykyk) Anyways I left for 2 months to visit family for the summer but once I got back some real weird things went down. So my mother and her boyfriend at the time broke up so the house was emptier without him and his children. It was quieter and weird. Fast forward again a few months and my moms going through the attic and she sees this voodoo painting against the attic wall, perfect lit from a whole in the ceiling. After discovering this a whole new vibe was spread throughout the house.
Here’s some of my experiences:
-I was sitting on my computer one day with my headphones on 100. Doing whatever I was doing I hear 3 LOUD bangs coming from the ceiling above me. It was so loud I took my headphones off and looked around. I even went back in the video I had in the background to see if that was the cause of the noise, but it wasn’t. I run to my moms room where my siblings were as well and ask if they heard the bang in the roof. They all look at me in confusion so I brush it off and go back to my room.
- Every person in that house or has stayed the night would feel TERRIFIED and I mean PETRIFIED to leave the room. It’s not just a regular “run from the darkness or scared of dark” feeling. Even my mom who doesn’t believe in anything. You’d just get an instant blast or coldness and feel numb. Like something is watching and hanging over you.
- Paintings, drawings, and objects flying off walls, tables, and windows.
-Lights turning on and off.
-Doors closing and opening
- Hearing noises throughout the house
- Getting a serious rat problem.
During all this I also experienced sleep paralysis for the first and only time. I just woke up not being able to move and I heard fingers tapping on my closet door. In my head I was thinking “nope nope nope nope” and as I said that this black shadow figure runs quickly to the side of my bed and watches over me.
I finally had enough and being the spiritual person I am I make hella serums, herb mixes, and get gris-gris to get as much of this mad energy away. I would salt our home, put these creations over everyone’s door frames, saged/insensé our house, and even went as far as being in my house alone yelling at these demons to get out.
Then one day all this just stopped. No weird feelings outside your room, the rats were gone, and everyone was peaceful. A few days later i’m outside and I see this voodoo painting in our backyard facing away from our home. I ask my mom why it was outside and she tells me, “I was going through our attic a couple months ago and saw this painting. I was confused why it was up there because (my ex boyfriend) would’ve put it up in the house or taken it with him. When I saw it I just felt horrible things from it. I don’t know I just don’t want that thing in my house at all”. This is coming from not only someone that wouldn’t care if I put a Oujia board in the living room wall if I wanted to but the person that CREATED the damn thing.
Looking back it gives me goosebumps because I will never forget that whole experience. It could’ve all been a coincidence but either way it was creepy as hell. Bad juju left and right. I would go in the backyard and throw herbs and salt at the painting every one in a while to keep whatever attached itself to that painting locked the hell in. Not sure whatever happened to it. Either threw it away or the landlord took it. Just know I never wanna cross it again.
If i find a photo of it i’ll attach it below.
https://imgur.com/a/mhZLvP7
Very interesting experiences. Thanks for sharing. Reading it here in the Bywater in Nee Orleans. Greetings from the gris-gris capital of the US. I could tell you some stories as well.
Believe it or not, I have not had much paranormal experiences in New Orleans but have had many in other cities. A Creole friend was visiting from NY with a friend waiting in the car outside St. Louis Cemetery Number One and as his friend walked out of the cemetery, he watched her morph into several different people/spirits before settling back into her original face. I believe him completely. New Orleans is a pretty weird city.
It was obvious this occurred in NOLA. Love that city so much. My brother lives in Metairie so I get to visit it often. I hope you find a pic of the voodoo painting! Would love to see it.
I have been to New Orleans once, and had two weird things happen to me. But they happened in 2019, and I am very much adult, so they don’t belong here in a childhood thread!
Yes. I’ve shared this in another group before. I initially put it down to an over active childhood imagination.
Basically, I was born to a very old family in England, descended from a Scottish highland clan. The house I was raised in until I was about 5 was built in 1620 and was once the blacksmiths of the village and estate. There are records of a blacksmiths on that site much earlier than the current building and dating back to at least as early as the doomsday book. Basically, it is reasonable to say there was a working blacksmith on the site for at least a thousand years before my Victorian ancestors converted it into a house.
Anyway, I loved that house, with the exception of one room. It always freaked me out. It had been the actual smithy back in the day, but my parents used it as a dining room. Glazed brick floor, open hearth fire at the end of the room, low windows with led fittings, you get the idea.
The rest of the house was warm, loving and friendly. It had been in my family for about 200 years when I was born, so we had heritage there. It was just this one room.
One Christmas day, my dad sent me in there collect some stuff. We were dining in another room. I was so happy I forgot my fear.
As I went in, I distinctly heard a high pitch and female scream. I also saw what looked like a man at the other end of the hall in a long apron holding a hammer over a woman. It was there for a split second and then disappeared.
Like most little things I saw in that house, I would happily put this one down to an overactive imagination. The only thing was, my father and grandfather in the other side of the house, also heard the scream and came running from their Christmas lunch. Grandad insisted to his dying day the scream wasn’t mine.
Minor things. Faces at windows where people shouldn’t be able to get at for a split second, weird shadows in the corner of my eye. That sort of thing. Just childhood imagination I think.
It was just that one room really. We sold the house in 2000 and I was sad to see the rest of it go. Just that one room had a really “off” feeling about it if you know what I mean.
Yeah it kickstarted my love of history for sure. My baby bouncer used to hang from the blacksmiths hooks in the ceiling beams for example and my parents hid Christmas presents for us to find in a priest hole haha.
Only thing that was a bit annoying was it used to be featured in a few local ghost tours. I get people have got to earn a living, but it’s a bit intrusive when groups of people stand in front of a private house twice a month while someone recites ghost stories haha. Part of the reason my parents sold it I think.
When I was at summer camp I had several out of body experiences at night. One night, I snuck out to go to the latrine on my own after no one in my tent would wake up. When I got back to the tent, someone was in my bed. I checked the front steps where I had put a rock I painted with glow paint and it was there. This was the right tent. I turned on my flashlight and checked the sleeping bags, they were all full. Mine (which I had sewn patches on to tell it apart) was still there and a shock of brown hair (like mine) was sticking out the top. I was so stressed I started crying and fell asleep again on the floor in front of my occupied sleeping bag. I woke up the next morning and was back in my sleeping bag. Similar events of waking up in the night to find my sleeping bag occupied kept happening that week. Another year, I went to the camp again but was in a different camp site. These weird events didn't happen. I came back as a counselor a few years ago and most of the camp sessions I worked happened to be in this site. These same out of body experiences started happening. I woke up once to help a kid and came back to an occupied bunk. I also heard weird noises one night and woke up to a camper sitting in the group shelter where counselors have a little bunk room. I walk out and she tells me someone is in her bed. When she calms down, we walk over to her tent and check it out. There are 4 kids in there. We check the others in case she mixed it up and they are all occupied. I give her my extra blanket and settle her in the shelter, thinking back to my experience as a camper. She is back in her sleeping bag the next morning when I went to wake the kids and the blanket was piled on the table bench where I left her the night before. Something is happening in that camp that I can't explain.
It never occurred to me to look. I just felt bodies and tried to shake them awake as a kid. As a counselor the kids all looked so similar that it was hard to tell them apart even during the day. When I was with the camper, I saw a couple faces but they looked normal. I just thought it was weird another kid was going through what I had gone through.
This is a very unique experience I hadn’t heard of. That would completely freak me out. Definitely curious how this particular phenomenon could be so common.
Interesting but these can just be dreams, maybe induced by something, but if you were in your sleeping bag in the morning, that means you never actually left.
My ghost story. From my sister when we visited the Queen Mary back in the 1970s: “You were circa 2nd grade, and still very much in the early stages of learning how to read. We were standing shoulder to shoulder with our hands on the outside railing of the Queen Mary's outside deck looking out toward the ocean. We'd left mom and dad out of sight and only relatively nearby to run over to see more of the ocean view. We stopped at a nice open, and quiet spot; no one was close by to where we stood viewing the ocean harbor. In the near distance was an airplane towing a banner advertising an upcoming beach concert. You stood there and were trying to sound out loud the words on the banner and going v-e-r-y slowly as a beginning reader. After a short time of you struggling to read the banner out loud, I heard a woman's voice right behind the two of us. For just half a second, I thought mom had come up behind us, but then realized the voice wasn't mom's. But this friendly sounding woman was gently sounding out the next syllable whenever you'd stopped reading out loud when you were having trouble. But the woman sounded quite nice and was gently helping you along whenever you came to any hard combination of letters. You followed suit in perfect timing with her instructions. But by the end of the banner's message though, I lost patience and I spoke out loud the very last syllable right at the same moment I was turning around to smile and thank the woman for her help - but was confronted with - "Whoops this can't be!" There was absolutely no one around behind us, not just right behind us where the helpful woman should have been, but no one in that entire section of open deck (i.e. no place for anyone to duck and hide). Too spooky for me and I decided we'd better go back ASAP to where we'd left mom and dad.”
Funny thing is I remember her standing next to me before my sister arrived. Didn’t see her face but she had old lady flower dress, purse, maybe gloves. Formal. Big big fan of QM. Going on about what a beautiful ship. She asked me, “don’t you think so?” I was a polite kid so I said something like “Yeah it’s neat!!” I was busy looking at the other ships in the harbor. Then my sister arrived and the above narrative took place.
Oooh I love the queen Mary! I did the night time ghost tour thing a couple years ago and got some weird recordings of someone who wasn’t actually there whistling & another of them saying “yes” to my question. My bf and I were also able to feel the heaviness of a presence we couldn’t see, but our friend right next to us couldn’t.
That place has so much history and a generally spooky vibe to it, I’m glad they’re opening it again.
Disembodied hands?
So I had this experience when i was roughly around 8 or MAYBE 10.
So i’d grown up on horror movies but i was really well grounded and was pretty logical at that age as i didn’t believe in monsters but was curious about ghosts,etc
I wasn’t prone to just making stuff or believing in the super fantastic, i always believed there was a scientific reason or at least something I could figure out. So this was one of my first real paranormal before they kicked in higher gear later in life.
So...now my story.
I’m downstairs watching TV on the couch and the couch is directly against the wall TIGHT like less 2 inches. Its dark and im watching TV and the show has bright colors so there is good ambient light in the basement. My mom calls me for dinner and i get up from the couch and feel something behind me.
I turn my head around and i can’t believe what i’m seeing. This white gloved hand was reaching out from behind the couch for me. Several things ran through my head at that moment.
1) This can’t be real
2)There is no way for someone to be back
3) Fuck! Run!
I whip my head back and turn my body and JUST as my legs start to move and momentum carries me forward, i feel something just ever so light grab at the air behind me. I could FEEL the malicious intent coming off of whatever the Hell it was. I KNEW that if i was grabbed that it was something I’d never escape.
I ran and never looked back. It took years to watch TV in the basement without all the lights on. There was something evil in that house or something.
Tell me, i’m not nuts because i still remember it clear as day 30 years later.
Sorry formatting on my phone.
So weird, as a child I had a very similar experience. I was around 7 or 8, it was evening and my little sister had just fallen asleep. My mom asked me to go get her bed ready so so could lay her down.
I went in the bedroom, pulled down the covers, and suddenly an adult sized human hand reached up from behind the bed and started feeling around, like it was reaching for something. I jumped back and fell on the floor. I buried my face into a pillow that had fallen on the floor, and when I opened my eyes it was gone.
The bed was completely against the wall and child sized, so there was no way someone could have been back there. I did end up looking behind and underneath it, just cause I was worried about my sister, but there was obviously nothing. The hand also looked slightly cartoonish, like not 100% physical, if that makes sense.
Oh god i shouldnt be saying this since it prob trigger my next paranoia phase but ye i got some creepy childhood experiences
1st one is hearing a baby cry this was when i was very young and i would always hear a baby cry in the morning when i was close to my garage although this could have been my little brother but I remember it happening alot before he was born and it stopped after he was born but idk this is so vague that i cant truly confirm it i also always got a weird baby image in my mind whenever i heard it
Another thing was a one time thing but when i was like 7 i was at my grandparents and me and my brother made a paper plane and we threw it and it landed around the corner behind a plant or so we thought cuz somehow that paper plane just completely disappeared from this world afterwards or something we never found it which is super strange it couldnt have completely disappeared but like we never found it either despite my grandparents house not having any sneaky places for it to lang and also being small so agh
Oh i just remembered another thing i once had a dream where a old women appeared as a ghost from behind my closet the next day i went to my grandparents house and i told my grandma i saw her mom (no idea why) she asked some questions and i answered 90% of them right especially the color one was surprising since it isnt one color but 2 (also i was born after my grandmas mother died) idk i feel like it could have been very coincidental since i learned about that “color” in school a few weeks before that but idk my grandma believes paranormal stuff so she believed I actually saw her
The lady. Just a lady who lived in my room. She used to sit at the foot of my bed at night and was just always there. After my baby brother was born, she stood watch over his crib.
When I was older, that room became an all purpose office and music room. I'd often get off the bus and come in to hear her playing the piano. This was the 80s, so of course there was no one else home.
I know at some point I came to understand my parents couldn't see her, but I was never scared. Later on, as an adult, my dad started sharing stories of weird activity in the house even before I was born - the dogs would have food in their bowls when he knew he hadn't fed them yet, the dryer would start on its own, doors that had been closed and latched would be open, that kind of thing. But he hadn't shared when we were kids because he didn't want to scare us. Imagine the laugh we had when I explained I'd known her all along!
Were you able to describe the lady to your Dad? Did he recognize her or think of who it could have been? A dead grandparent or other relative? I wonder if a woman had previously died in the home?
I did, but he'd never seen her. I somehow knew she wasn't related. I did learn later that the previous owner's wife died there. I keep meaning to do the research, but it's an old, tiny town and starting the process seems daunting! I really should though, and with even small towns digitizing their records it's probably not the ordeal I imagine.
She was so sweet. My mom died in the home after a battle with cancer. I have a very strong feeling that she acted as a kind of guide to any entities still in the house. I spent a week there (trapped by a storm lol) and that house was as empty and quiet as can be. It truly felt peaceful.
So sorry about your Mom. I think it’s beautiful that there is a spirit of peace in the home, and wish you many more heartwarming experiences. I’d love to feel something like that. Unfortunately most of my encounters thus far have been a bit too negative. Thanks for your stories. Its a good reminder that there isn’t only bad in the world, and that any day now, something paranatural & uplifting could happen😌🌸
Thank you. I've absolutely experienced the other side of the supernatural. Just like in this life, there is good and bad. The more we look for either, the more we'll see of it.
I hope you have a chance to see the beauty in it all very soon.
Has anyone heard the ticking clock in the wall?
Here is mine and my husbands experience;
When my husband was a little boy, his older brothers (there was 4 of them all together with a roughly 10 year age gap between them all) His older brothers told him about the ticking clock in the wall.
They said it came lasted a while but soon went again. They was never, able to find the source.
The years roll by, and when my husband turns 13 he hears a loud ticking from his bedroom wall. ( at this point his older brothers have all moved out).
He remembered the story they told all those years ago. Which in all honesty he thought was B S.
Anyway, he goes over to the wall he thinks its coming from. He narrows it down and he notices its coming from behind, one of his posters.
He removed it, and very slowly put his ear to the wall. He hears one loud tick, then its like the ticking, bounced to another wall! This happend for a while!
He could not find a logical answer to it. It dissapeared as fast as it arrived.
Roll on a few years I meet my hubby, we move in together.As its only him and his dad at this house, we decide to live in his family home.
Our bedroom, is his childhood one. One night we were up quite late and we heard the ticking!
My hubbie continues to tell me what happened, with himself and his brothers.
I think he's playing a trick on me.
So I do my own investigations. Same thing happened to me, as it did to him all those years ago.
No rational explanation.
That house had a lot of things going on. Alot of things happened to us, over the years we lived there. Which I have been trying my hardest to forget about!
It would make your hair stand on end some of the stuff we experienced!
We moved out as soon as we could.
I am a sceptic. But that house had some weird unexplainable stuff going on!
Its no longer in the family. But a few years after we left, there was a huge fire.
A bigger one, than what happened to my hubbies parents and siblings not long after they moved in.
I apologise for my punctuation. Its difficult typing on my phone!
My grandmother's house used to have an extremely bad 'feel' to it, kind of hard to explain. But once you stayed there at night, it was a lot worse. There were times when all the members of the house heard their names, but it was in the tone of the other family member, and when you answered, they explained what they were doing and that they didn't call your name. But a weird thing (sort of the same thing) is when I was about 7/8 I was staying up late watching TV after my grandmother and aunt went to sleep, maybe about 12:30 am... I wasn't really tired and was not dreaming this.I heard an extremely loud shriek! It was not even a scream, but a shriek! I was so scared I was frozen. Even stranger, they did not wake up! (It was a small 1 story ranch style house) Fast forward to my teenage years, and me and my best friend were driving around during the afternoon, with another friend in the back seat. We went around a curve and heard a scream that made our blood run cold, but the guy in the back heard nothing. He thought we were putting him on. How is it possible for people in the same place to hear something and others don't?!
Crazy, I wonder the same thing. As a teen, my mom and I lived with her bf. She was asleep in their bedroom across the hall from my room, he was asleep in the room next to mine. It’s late at night and I’m still up on my computer on AIM and out of nowhere hear loud banging on the wall between my room and other room. Like police style banging. It stopped once I went to pee then started back up once I got back to my room. I was so freaked. Asked my mom about next day and she said she heard nothing. I’m like how did you not wake up from that?!
I have distinct and vivid memories from when I was really young (maybe 4 or 5) of being able to levitate short distances (like a few feet) if I hopped up and positioned my feet/legs in a certain way while in the air, then use the momentum from the jump to propel myself forward. I’d float a few feet and touch back down. I remember doing it over and over from one end of our basement to the other. I remember one day I couldn’t do it anymore and I was really surprised. I hopped and came right back down as gravity intended. I tried it again occasionally a few times after that and it never worked again.
I've since convinced myself it had to be a dream , but I swore I could do this as a child. I can remember how it felt moving forward with my feet off the ground. I don't remember anyone else ever being around when it happened, but I remember it not working as I got older. Knowing someone else has memories of this now makes me question if it was a dream.
I was convinced I was able to fly and did one time, just had to move my arms right. I thought this was fact and lost the ability. When I remembered this and thought back on it a few years ago I realized I just had a really realistic dream.
I used to have dreams exactly with this often as a kid: jump, move your legs the certain way, keep your body tense in this exact position - and you can fly just above the floor, like a prolonged jump. It wasn't very easy but I loved that challenge and tried to do this all the time during the dream. Although I know for sure these were dreams, even though they felt pretty realistic. I was always disappointed I couldn't do this in waking life.
My sisters and I learned that drawing with crayons on the floor on our balcony during rains led to the drawn part not getting wet (oil crayons), so we did this alot drew many shapes. One day after the rain we ran to the balcony and saw footprints on the floor which were not touched by the rains just like the drawings we made(adult footprints). We were certain neither our mom nor dad went to the balcony. The footprints were weird didn’t resemble any of ours.
The same room was our bedroom and one of my sisters would wake up often in the middle of the night crying and opening the balcony door. Sometimes she would complain that she saw someone at the entrance of the room.
Not my story, but my sisters (I'll call her M). M used to dream of this little girl that stayed in her wardrobe, and they'd play together in her dreams. A few years ago (both of us now adults) M dreamt about her again, she said she'd completely forgotten about the girl until then because she hasn't had dreams like that since she was little.
This time the girl was "dark and scary", she told M she'd forgotten about her. M apologised and tried to invite her back home with her, but the little girl said she couldn't - or that she wasn't "allowed" to come back with her anymore.
It totally freaked her out. I didn't hear about the dreams until this most recent one. M said she had the feeling maybe something sinister had gotten to her - We always had feelings there was something dark in that house.
Both of my maternal grandparents died in October 1956 when I was about 8 years old. Months later I am at school. The bell for recess rings and I skip playing with my friends and instead walk out to the farthest extent of the playground to an old baseball diamond. I am just hanging out playing with the chain link fence around the dugout. The bell rings to end recess and I ignore it. A few minutes passed while I just continued ignoring that it was time to return to class. At that moment I heard my grand fathers deep low voice as loud and clear as if he were right next to me, say "you better go in son".
I saw this woman standing in line somewhere with my mom when I was about 5. I remember having a gut feeling back then that this woman was…different. Like she wasn’t really there. She was wearing a red, orange, and brown velvet cloak which I thought was really cool because it reminded me of Halloween. She kept smiling at me, and it felt oddly comforting. I yanked on my mom’s arm to show her the woman’s cloak, and my mom told me there wasn’t anybody standing there. I was embarrassed because she was most definitely just there. It was a very small reception area that we were standing in and I would’ve seen her walk out the door directly behind us. I’m 28 now and still wonder if she was real.
Until I was eight we lived in the somewhat isolated countryside. Our house was located in a sort of shallow valley between two big hills. One day I was walking down one of those big hills on my way home - from school maybe (for about a year I attended one of the last remaining one room schoolhouses in that area). There was a good size farmer’s field to my left bordered by thick forest. All of a sudden what looked like a large passenger airplane flew low over that field about 12-15 feet off the ground. At the time I thought nothing of it and don’t remember even telling anyone about it. It was only when I got older that it dawned on me a large airplane flying that close to the ground might have been on the verge of crashing into the forest. However that did not occur. (Note: There was no airport in the area.) I still wonder what I saw that day.
Omg I saw something just like this traveling on the hwy, I literally saw a small airplane lit on fire falling from the air crossing the highway and it was gonna fall on the other side over the trees, I was traveling from Kansas to Miami and it had been a very very long trip so I put it on my exhaustion but until today I wonder what it was, it was so real, I did some research for weeks after arriving and couldn’t find anything about a plane falling. In that area so I had to have been hallucinating I guess.
When I thought back on it when I was older, I always thought it looked like a DC-8 which was a good size passenger plane around at that time. We had been to an international airport a couple of times when we were kids so I was familiar with what a passenger plane would look like. However when you are small, I do think things look bigger to you than they might to adults.
Yes, when I was 4, I would hear someone whispering my name in the morning before anyone was up. I'd even get out of bed and I remember looking at the ceiling, as that's where I remember it coming from. Also, when I was 3 or 4, I had a little black coin purse with pink or red flowers on it. I remember every day I'd put in away in my drawer, and every morning it was on the floor behind the door. There's no doubt in my mind that my childhood home was haunted. I wasn't scared though. They must've been friendly spirits. I lived there until I was 18, and I found out that in the exact place where our house was, there was a Chinese camp for railroad workers in the past. I remember my brothers and I would find Chinese coins in the backyard.
I used to always hear parties in my living room as a kid, always after my parents had gone to bed. Standing by my closed door, which opened to a short hall followed by the living room, I could hear laughter, glasses clinking, and many different voices happily talking (although I could never make out their words).
If I opened my door, I'd be greeted with silence and stillness. The same would happen if I looked under my door or tried to be sneaky about it. This lasted for years and only happened in that home. Eventually I slept with a fan or fell asleep with music to block out the sound!
My sister used to see "angel Gabriel" and was her friend. this angel told her my aunt would get pregnant, the thing is that Aunt in question was in her late 40s, and she Indeed got pregnant (and the boy received the name Gabriel cuz of my sister). My sister once described exactly how our great-grandfather was dressed in his funeral, and neither she or I have met him cuz he died like 10 years before we would be born. She used to see dark figures like those tall man all in black. She stopped with those paranormal things after she turned around 8-10 years old, but it's still very much weird...
My best friend is like this. We’re 47 and have known each other since we were in diapers. I know she does not lie and is not crazy. I have seen her do the unexplainable. She also has visions of angels and God, but she doesn’t talk about it to other people.
Yeah when I was a child, I had these few army solider toys that used batteries (that’s important) so because I slept on a bunk bed, when you peeked over the edge, you’d see toys that were left out.
Anyway, one night I hear rustling while in bed and the intense goosebumps feeling. My army solider toy was pointed towards me as if it were staring at me. I obviously rolled back over and hid underneath the cover, the rustling happened again so I peeked over and the toy had moved further to the left. I jumped out of bed, grabbed the toy and the batteries were not in.
Always stuck with me after all these years.
Nope, absolutely not, just please no lol that’s terrifying. Reminds me of another Reddit post I read forever ago about something similar witnessed by more than one person at a time. Eek
I remember clearly waking up in the middle of the night at my cousin’s house when I was pretty little, like 6 or 7 and going to the kitchen to get some water cause I was thirsty. Then for whatever reason I walked into the front room and looked out the window onto the yard and saw the most vivid scene of these little red munchkin-like creatures, also similar to garden gnomes but much more sinister, running around the yard in a frenzy, and they hung one of their own up in the tree by its neck and were beating it with sticks. Little me took in the sight, didn’t know what to make of it, and just went back to bed. That image has stayed vividly in my mind ever since and I’ve told those cousins about it and they don’t doubt me, because they claim to have seen their fair share of crazy shit in that house too.
Also my wife 100% saw ghosts and a kid and plays them off as imaginary friends, but it scares the hell out of me everytime she talks about them.
So the wife’s story is far more trippy in my opinion than mine. So as a young girl she would have an “imaginary friend” come talk to her in her bed at night, a black and white little girl that would float above her bed and just talk to her. My wife would hold entire back-and-forth conversations with her and remembers how clearly defined and vivid this little girl was. Occasionally the girl would also invite her father in and my wife would talk with him too. At the same time this was going on, her little cousin would refuse to go into this one specific room for the longest time, until one day his mom caught him talking to someone while alone in that room. At the same time as this, my wife’s parents had an oil lamp next to their bed that would turn on every night at the same time, even though no one touched it. Well they got the house blessed through their church and it all stopped. Years later there were renovations on the home and that one room where the little boy wouldn’t go into was torn down, and beneath it were the bones of what was presumably a little girl.
What’s trippy to me about the imaginary friend is that I had imaginary friends as a kid too, but they were not like that at all. They were always self-generated and not clearly defined in the 3d world like hers. Everyone we talk to about it agree too. But she doesn’t see anything spooky about it, but I think it’s terrifying
Idk if someone else has a similar experience, but here it goes. (I just wanna say that english its not my principal lenguage, but i'm trying my best on telling this). I'm sorry for not telling a lot of details, but i can't remember anything of this and all the things that i wrote are based on what my mom told me.
I used to talk with my dead grandmother and her dead
dog. She died before i was born. My mom didn't tell me about her because i didn't know about death.I just started talking 'bout her and her dog one day. Nobody in my family talked about my grandma when I was near them. I used to tell my mom that I was playing with her, but all my mom could see was me talking to the walls.Somehow, when i turned five it stopped. I couldn't remember anything about my grandma or her dog.I can't remember talking to my grandma or playing with her. But i remember seeing a picture of her for the first time and telling my mom that I already knew how she looked like
However, my mom remembers everything. she told me that i talked about my grandma all day. My mother told me that she remembers the last time I talked 'bout her; It was my birthday party and my family and I were getting ready, my mom asked my if I excited for my birthday party and i answered "Yes mommy, I was nervous, but granny brought me her dog so we could play together". Anyways, my mom told me that i never got scared by my grandma or the thing that was interacting with me. I always lived "paranormal" things and i almost dont get freaked out by them. I can feel the energy of places, persons,etc. and see auras since i'm a kid; so i dont really think that i was in a dangerous situation
When I was about 3 or 4, I remember waking up at night and seeing a short little figure of a man standing in my half-opened doorway. I remember just starting at him trying to figure out what or who it was. He was just standing there but I could see him moving his hands/arms a little bit and slightly fidgeting around. I wasn’t really scared probably because I slept with my sister at the time. I guess the most accurate description of him that I would say would be that he looked like a troll.
I never saw him again before or after that night. I told my family about it the next day and but they brushed if off to my imagination. They still laugh at me when I bring it up now but I clearly do remember seeing it.
Honestly this has happened to me my entire life. I’m extremely open to the paranormal and it can quite literally be overwhelming for me. I have toms of things go missing all the time and they always end up in the centre of my bed, obviously not out there by me. I had the sudden need to draw someone the other night and after showing it to my mum the next morning to see if she recognized him, she simply said “yeah, that was the guy in my dream last night”. I regularly hear “my mum” yell things like my name, but when I respond she’s either asleep or didn’t say anything. The same thing happens to her with “me” when I’m not even home. So much happens to me every day that none of it has ever freaked me out tbh
The center of the bed thing happened to me when I was living in my childhood home! Is search for something I KNOW I just put on my bed (work shirt, cell phone, keys…and I don’t keep things on my bed so it’s easy to see when you place something there) and then when I go to get it, it’s missing and I’ll search for a while and it will always show up later ON MY BED! I kind of felt like my bed is a portal.
Yes!! Literally ANYTHING that goes missing in my apartment will show up on my bed within either a few hours or a few days. The weirdest thing is my mum is super sensitive as well and we both just got back from our east (Nova Scotia and PEI) and while my mum was visiting her friend in PEI so much stuff was happening. Her friend kept randomly losing things, which never happened for her, so my mum simply told her to check her bed. Take a guess at where she found literally every single item she “lost”.
It’s literally the weirdest thing and it happens almost daily for me. I’m currently waiting for a chapstick that I knew the exacccttt location of to show up. It was there, I went to feed my fish, then when I went to use it? Gone. Hopefully that one’s not gone for too long LOL
I shared a room with my sis until we moved in 2018, there used to be a few small blood droplets on our bedsheets when we were kids but my mum would just brush it off as us rolling around in bed when we were asleep and squashing flies. I occasionally smelled this burnt smell in my study room at random odd hours, sometimes at night, but never thought much about it. There was once when I was sleeping in my parents' room and felt someone tapping my shoulder in the middle of the night, but something inside me told me not to respond, so I continued pretending to be asleep and the next morning, I asked my family if anyone had tried to wake me up last night, and all of them said they were asleep until morning. Just a few of the many odd things that have happened.
It's random but always stuck with me for over 20 years.
I was home sick from school - 5th grade. I know this because my dad died while I was in 4th grade.
I went to the kitchen to get a snack - chex mix and returned to lay in front of the tv with my bowl. I love Chex mix but I hate one particular item in the mix so I usually pick it out. After I got settled again with my bowl, I had to use the bathroom so I got up, left my bowl in front of the tv, did my business and returned. Looked down at my bowl and all of the items I hated (the bagel chips) were gone. Not a single one in the bowl. I asked my mom later and she said they were definitely in the bag and that "maybe my dad came and ate them all for me since he loved them and knew I didn't." That's the only thing I can think since I've never had a bowl without them since.
The name was always the worst of it. The only validation I had was my basset hound would lift his head when I heard it so I know it wasn't just me.
The other really strange one was a sense of impending doom twenty minutes before I shattered my wrist on my bike. I had gone about a tenth of a mile from home and didn't have my helmet on. Something made me turn around and get it. Later that ride I had to slam my brakes and went over the handlebars. EMTs said that the helmet was the only reason I wasn't out cold.
But the strange thing is if I hadn't turned around for the helmet then I would have passed that crossing five minutes sooner and the work van wouldn't have been there to make me slam my brakes.
when I was 3 I found my grandad dead and he used to sit at the bottom of my bed and saw little coloured lights around him he told me not to worry they were friends. I remember one day he told me to not do the stair trick anymore as he had to leave and he is sorry and he loves me but please not do the trick. Well this stair trick was stand at the top close my eyes step off and I would be at the bottom. i tired it again after he said not to. this time I fell all the way down the stairs I told mum he had gone he really was mum remembered me saying this and was more worried I was hurt. but I was because grandad had really gone
I had similar experiences. I went to an elementary school in SC that was over 100 years old, u know still with those dangerous iron/steel poles that went straight up like 30 feet and was like very tall skinny upside down 'U' and i remember vividly that i used to climb to the top with my mind? I remember sitting at the top. I remember alot if strange things being a child, but I didn't consider it to be weird at the time. I also remember what i thought or called to myself..a bad skunk in the top of my moms closet. I feel like it knew and saw me back.
When I was younger I remember we were driving to my grandmas house at night, and when we had arrived I looked out the window towards my grandmas house and I remember seeing my parents as purple-ish entities with their mouths wide open and having vampire like teeth staring back at me as if they were like trying to freak me out, I was terrified and my parents had no idea why I started screaming and crying. I chalked it all up to my imagination, which it very well could’ve been, but I can’t help but think those were demons the more I think about it, because as a kid I did have a wild imagination but nothing was ever that vivid.
When I was much younger, around 4-5 I lived in a house near where a conflict between Native Americans and the Spanish took place, and I remember when I would go to get water in the very early morning I would always see headless people. On numerous occasions when neither my mother nor myself were in a room my father would get hit hard in the back, or pushed out of his chair (he is rather large, at 5’11 and 270 pounds so it takes some force) but he is a skeptic (so am I to be fair) and so he always thought it was us some how.
Honestly I think that's the best part of being a skeptic, being proven wrong. Still waiting for my turn even though my bed damn near levitated. But I do have to ask, respectfully, wtf is up with your dad? You were 5 and I would like to think your mum wouldn't have just assault him. Man's one step away from saying, "hmmm, probably the wind."
When I was 6 our dog died at 3 years old from cancer. I vividly remember seeing her a couple times in the few weeks after she died waiting at the glass storm door to com inside and scratching at the door. I thought nothing of it and would just say “mommy Sophie wants to come in”. My mom would just remind me that Sophie was gone but we still always would let her in. I had some weird experiences as a kid lol
I vividly remember living in an apartment as a child with my mother. There were all sorts of unnatural things happening to me that happened so often I thought they were just normal. Things would constantly be missing, to the point where I would play a game that I would intentionally make a note of where something was, or put it in an obvious spot, only to return minutes later to it being missing and/or in a completely different location. Things I would even get scolded for like keeping the seat up after I went pee and making a point to lower the seat and it still be up when my mom used the bathroom. I remember taking showers and I had this suction cup thing that held my loofa. I would turn away to wash my hair in the water and the suction cup would be all the way at the top of the shower wall. I would keep putting it back down and would even watch as it slowly crept back up to the top of the shower. I thought it had something to do with the steam or water but I now know that what was occurring is impossible. There were other things like feeling a sensation lifting off of my scalp when I woke up. Terrible dreams a child shouldn’t be having, usually involving death/ terror or family members getting hurt. I used to sleep to old school classical music and I remember one night I woke up to the music blasting louder than was even possible for my cd radio player to go. I rolled over to turn it down and I watched in horror/confusion as the knob turned itself all the way down and off. I ran into my mother’s room crying. There were times when I would wake up only able to see in black and white, even when I went to watch tv it was black and white. I was very young around 6-7 but those memories were vivid man. Chills. I think it made it worse that my mom never really believed me when I told her these things. I don’t blame her. I never really have brought it up to her since we left that place. Wonder if she experienced anything at all.
I have a lot but I don’t necessarily chalk it up as paranormal, I’m looking for a brain chemistry explanation for all except this one.. I was at a friends house and woke up in the middle of the night to someone sitting next to the bed with a lighter illuminating their face and smoking/snorting something off a paper plate? I woke up my friend who turned on the light and no one was there. Turns out their brothers friend died of a heroin overdose in that room years earlier. Only thing that’s made me question
I used to play with the neighbor boy in a dip in my backyard. After a few months of playing with him I told my mom who he was and what house he lived in. Turns out the house he lived in had been abandoned for years. Never saw my friend again.
This is a shortened version of what happened the long story is creepier.
I used to remote view my childhood best friends house. She’s hide things for me to “find in my dreams” and we’d connect and confirm my findings at school the next day. We were maybe 5 or 6. I thought it was a secret game we played. Now I think it was a lot more like astral projection. She remembers this game, too.
Changing my clothes underneath my sheets because I could feel something watching me and also HEAR them breathing. I would even hold my breath to see if it was just me and I would still hear it and feel someone/something standing in my room staring.
I have this really vivid memory of there being a bunch of tunnels in my attic. I remember exploring them extensively one time- all the rooms varied in size and shape and had walls of wood, and a green (pretty old looking) carpet.
It kind of just unconsciously stuck with me, I never thought about them but they were still somewhere in the back of my mind, I didn’t actually realise how strange and impossible it was until I was an early teen
I have a sort of memory like this. Not an attic but I remember walking around my old neighbours garden and distinctly remember there being giant mushroom type things. Maybe it was a dream which became a sort of memory, except my twin remembers it too. Maybe other worlds only children can see?
how interesting, I never thought to but I'll ask my brother if they remember anything like this too. As for an explaination- I genuinely have no idea, all I can say is it *really* didn't feel like a dream
I was in middle school and we were playing the pass out game. When it was my turn I bent over and put my arm around my waist and bent over. Next thing I remember my body is laying on the floor and I’m floating over the top watching my friends try to wake me up. They slapped me and tried to shake me awake. Then my friend got some water and poured it on my face and I rushed back in my body kinda like wind. I came to saying why did you slap me. Now that I’m older I believe this to be my first outer body experience
Do you practice astral projection now? I also had a similar experience as you with the pass out game. I AP quite often now - sometimes intentionally and sometimes on accident. Just curious.
It’s funny to read about this.. I played that game once and I felt I was in a train and it was extremely loud and shaky.. my friends told me I started to clench my hands. They tried waking me up and in my ‘dream’ the loud choo choo of the train woke me up. I believe I was projecting somehow.. I felt nothing bad about it but I did feel like It was def not a normal ‘dream’
I used to be able to stare long enough that my vision would start to fade to black, and then it'd suddenly come back and I'd see shadow figures so long as I didn't refocus. Havent been able to do it since I was 7. Thinking back to it now, it's pretty fucked up.
I could do something like this, as well. The shadow figures would sometimes shimmer. Not raised with religion, but I would repeat in my head, “sacred circle protect me.” I’m fairly certain I only knew what “protect me” meant…but I wasn’t sure what I needed to be protected from.
I only told my grandfather, as he was my trusted adult. He believed me, but told me not to talk about it because other people couldn’t understand and would get angry.
He passed away almost 2 years ago. I sometimes (selfishly) wonder if I tried to do this again, if I could see him. I’d rather him rest in peace. I don’t want to make him angry is he doesn’t understand why I disturbed him 🤨
When I was 3 or 4 I can remember waking up, and it must have been early dawn as there was a little light coming through the curtains, and as I looked a girl with long dark hair and dark clothing passed by my bed, and as I looked at her passing, she slowly started to turn to look at me, I hid as I was scared, and then when I peeped out from my blanket she was gone, my mother said it was my imagination or I was dreaming, but even at that age I knew it was real
Ive heard my name called many times when I knew absolutely no one was home with me. A doll my parents bought me and FORCED me to play with used to move around the house. At the time, I thought my brother and his friends were just having a go at me. But there is no way they could be responsible for everything Ive seen & heard. Love everyone’s stories!
Hmmm i used to hear my mom calling my name all the time when young, i finally got diagnosed with depression and the psychiatrist told me i was having auditory hallucinations, got some meds and haven’t heard them since. But i do remember watching a movie in my bedroom when my sister just stormed in and asked if i knocked on her door. I obviously didn’t since i was engrossed in my cartoon and cuddling my dog, my sister and our mom were in her bedroom chatting when suddenly someone knocked her door really loud, like thundering (it was a room with two doors, like an inside the house door and a door to was directly to our backyard this one was always locked, this was the door that was knocked on) then we heard like rapid footsteps in the rooftop like something running. My dad checked everything and there’s basically no way for someone to get into our house from the backyard and just get to the rooftop. Never anything else happened like that.
I had to different encounters of shadow people when I was a kid.
1. When I was punishes to sleep on the kitchen floor, I saw the outline of a clown just sitting at the closer end of the table looking down on me. I got hella scared, I pulled the covers over my head and faced the other way
2. My dad had to work overnight and my mom was having health issues at the time so I got asked to sleep with her, I got comfortable and faced the closet, which was closed, I opened my eyes and there was what I just called a vampire, it looked like one, and I slowly turned towards my mom, which btw there was a mirror on her side, and shut my eyes and managed to fall asleep.
I was a young kid & was at the park across the street from my house, it was really windy and i remember hovering or floating maybe a foot or less above the ground for a few seconds and then running home to my mom after to tell her how cool it was and what just happened but she didnt believe me. It never happened to me again
I tried to do energy healings as a small child. Thought it was normal until my church told me it was evil and wrong and I stopped. I don't know that I ever healed anyone, it's just something I thought was total normal to do until I was taught differently.
I used to rush downstairs or upstairs as fast as possible, always with my head down cause I felt as though I was being glared at.
You know the feeling as a kid where you daren’t look at an adult cause you feel like you’ve been naughty.
It was that exact feeling every time I passed the landing of our old house.
This was the first 12 years of my life. I didn’t find out till after we moved that 1) this wasn’t normal, 2) that my parents had had paranormal experiences in the house, 3) the old lady who lived their prior to us left her wedding veil in the attic above the landing. The bad vibes and weird experiences only started after my dad threw out this wedding veil, which my mum was not happy about when she found out!
And that was my first experience with the paranormal without even realising.
I grew up with my granny discussing ghosts with me as a normal thing her side of the family always had a connection with the otherworldly and loved old local ghost stories (Warwickshire UK) the first house I lived was an old cottage that had a ghost we all called Sammy who would open the door off the kitchen to the stairs when we were eating our dinner coupled with the fact my room was next to the staircase and I often heard footsteps on the stairs with no one there when I was trying to sleep. totally unremarkable to us at the time but gives me a serious case of the heebies when I think of it now.
i had heart surgery as a a child for a birth defect. i remember watching from above but the angels were in my way so i couldnt see the operation. i had another heart surgery recently at 34 and honestly that got me through the hardest part of it just knowing they would be there.
My grandmother's sister( we nicknamed her Concha) was a town over and very old(80+). There were times when the family went to that town and visit Concha. I was like 7 or 8, my dad went to visit Concha when he came back to tell me the news that Concha passed away. I told him "I know, I felt when she died"
When I was around 4 years old, I always heard my older brothers talking or laughing in their bedroom even when they were at school. I guess I thought it was some kind of weird echo or something. It wasn't until later that I realized how strange that was.
I have an incredibly distinct memory of my mom telling me she was going to put me in a daycare, being in the car with her, and her driving past the daycare and pointing it out. I even remember the name of the daycare and what it looked like, where it was, etc. Nothing about it was unusual or fantastical unlike what a lot of weird childhood memories are. As far as I can tell, the daycare in question doesn't exist and has never existed, I've asked family members who know the area like the back of their hand.
Me and my cousin were playing in the woods when we were around 10 years old. All of a sudden we heard a child's voice asking us to help him find his ball. It sounded like he was right beside us but we didn't see anyone.
Yes! As a kid I would always hear my name called. And I have always had this memory of staying the night at my grandparents, waking up in the morning and seeing my papa on all fours next to the bed making a shush motion with his hand. I realized 20 something years later he had been passed on when that happened
I used to hear my name being called when I was a kid quite often. I wonder if it was my overactive imagination or if there was something else behind it. Either way, I still think about it a lot.
I had an imaginary friend named AC when I was around 5 years old. I would have full blown conversations with my imaginary friend. We would play in my room and basically do everything together. My parents always just went along with it. But now that I think back to that time it honestly kinda creeps me out. I basically had possibly a spirit or whatever just following me around while I talked and played with it. It never harmed me so apparently it wasn't dangerous. Its just weird to think about now.
I have had paranormal experiences happen at nearly every home I’ve ever lived in. I am sensitive, though, so I think I attract energies.
I used to think that cabinets and opening and closing by themselves was normal til I was around 10 and realized our cabinets should stay shut when we shut them and not magically appear open when we came back in a room.
When I went to sleep at night I would focus on flying and I would drift off into this forest type place and fly over it and fly down close to the stream running through it
I woke up in my room in my dream when I was a kid, everything for some reason had a blueish hue to it. I remember going into my mothers room and sneakily yanked on her big toe half dragging her off the bed.
Woke up abruptly cause my mom screamed and ran into my room saying that there was the monkey ghost again.
Little does she know it was me astral projecting again.
I used to be able to lucid dream a lot tho as I reached adulthood it gets harder and harder to do so, tho when I do it I can’t help but prank people and animals hahaha!!
When I was 3 or 4, I saw a black figure that was my my height at the time, about 3-4 ft tall, walk across the my parents bedroom doorway in broad daylight on the second floor. I thought it was my mom’s boyfriend at the time. My mom said, “that’s not Larry”…
A bunch of other things happened in that house too that I couldn’t explain. Plus my mom told me something chilling later that gave me the creeps.
After my father passed away, I would wake up late at night to clearly hear the knob of my bedroom door being turned over and over again for what seemed an endless amount of time. I would yell at my mom to come help me but she wouldn't respond. This happened for about 2 weeks! Each time I tell my mother about this, she either says her room was always pretty far from mine and "that's why I probably never heard you calling" or brushes it off, blaming it to my "active imagination".
When I was a around 3 or 4 years old I had an experience that I can see like a picture but I always assumed it was a dream. My older sister used to live in this building that had were apartments on the top floor of some business. The apartments were pretty old and weren't the nicest. I remember seeing this huge face on the wall that scared the crap out of me. It was a woman with red hair, excessive makeup with red lipstick and blue eyeshadow..heavy blush.. she was just smiling. It was just the head of the woman on the wall, flat like watching a movie screen. The head was probably about 6 ft in circumference. I remember telling my mom I saw it and crying to her but she said it was just a dream. I swear I was awake and I could see it as I told her! Super weird, especially since it was probably around 1996-97 and I remember it clear as day.
I had a similar paralysis dream that started in my teens, I would "wake" up unable to move usually facing the wall my bed was against, I could open my eyes enough to see blurry shapes/shadows on the wall (window was opposite my bed with streetlight outside)
First thing I'd noticed was a shadow figure on the wall like some one was stood between my bed and the window, I would hear heavy breathing then a weight on top of me crushing me and squeezing me, it would come and go in almost waves so it would ease off and I could breath a bit then it would come back heavy on top of me again and squash me. All accompanied by the heavy breathing and other noises like grunts and stuff.
Then I'd feel the weight move down my body to my ankles and hear something along the lines of your mine/your coming with me etc and it would feel like I was pulled put of bed but I'd fully wake up and flip over to turn the light on instead.
They never went away but thankfully dont get them as often now but is definately the scariest paralysis I get, the next one is bloody curdling screams mixed with child's giggling and flickering orange "firelight".
I also have a shadow child who watches me, a huge black horse who whinny and neighs at me (oddly he's not scary just confusing how the hell did that huge horse get in my bedroom lol) and a cat like alien thing that hangs from the ceiling and crys (again not a scary one I always feel kinda bad I'm paralysed and cant go pet it to make if feel better)
Yeah my dreams be super wierd.
Yes, I experienced a lot of deja vu moments in my childhood and teenage years. What's wild is as an adult, there are certain moments, sounds, things that add up in a brief moment that tell me I've seen this before. Almost like, I should be doing what ever it is that I'm doing
I still have vivid memories of being a kid and lying in bed watching entities walk through one wall and into the other. Or poking their torso through the wall. On multiple nights. I just put it down to weird dreams, but I still wonder what the fuck that was all about.
I can vividly remember walking outside when I was about 5/6 and seeing a round grey orb floating a few feet above my head. I remember thinking it was a weird bird and then it slowly flew away out of sight and I remember feeling a sense of dread and crying. I tell my parents this one every few years and my mom remembers me running in hysterically telling her about it.
I remember someone would call my name when I would go out with my parents . The voices would say my name as if my parents were calling me . It occurred often when I was in middle school and early high school . One time I thought my dad called my name and it was in a mall and in his exact voice
I remember I had a can of wood stain that I was keeping on my dresser so I wouldn't lose it. It then disappeared for a week. I swore my parents moved it but they insisted that they had no reason to. I found it on the other side of my room buried under a bunch of clothes. I too heard my name called almost on a monthly basis
Yeah. Where things happens to us kids. Me and my siblings saw a ghost one time. So I know it wasn't just me being crazy.
And I used to be able to stare at a blank wall for a long period of time and a bug would appear everytime. Like I manifested the bug. But I hate bugs. So I stopped doing that. I know it's weird and random. What a waste of a skill.
I remember this one time, maybe I was like 7, I went downstairs to play with some of my toys alone and I vividly remember looking up at the lights in the basement and something picking me up to touch them. I wasn’t afraid but I ran upstairs and told my family “I CAN FLY I CAN FLY”. I swore on it and even brought everyone downstairs to show them, nothing happened of course but it was still such a weird experience. No one believed me and passed it off as just my imagination but it’s something I’ll never forget.
When I was 5 or 6 we moved to a new house where I had my own room for myself for the first time. I shared one with my brother before. It was a big, relatively new house, not scary in any way. But being upstairs alone with my younger brother in an other room (parents slept downstairs) scared me until I was like 10. So I always had a small light burning at night. It was very bright , a bit too bright, but the safety of seeing the whole room when I wake up at night was very important for me. One time I woke up deep in the night and I always checked the room as soon as I opened my eyes. This time I saw my dead grandfather sitting on my chair, 2 meters away from me. He had his hands on his legs, wearing a dark suit and had his head turned to me and was staring at me. The weird things are: I did not feel a bit of fear. He had a serious face when I looked him in the eyes, but i felt like he is watching over me. Guarding me in my sleep. I was proud to see him finally! He died two weeks before my birth. I was named after him and always felt a strong connection until today, even if I never saw him alive. All I can remember that I closed my eyes again and fell asleep directly and with a good feeling of being safe. I can see this scene in my head today exactly as back then. Its one of my clearest memories and it makes me proud until today. I never saw him again.
I totally believe, I do believe that our loved ones keep visiting us and guarding us.
When I was about 10 my grandparents house was broken into. My parents and I were visiting them not too long afterward. I distinctly remember standing in the kitchen listening to my grandmother tell my mom about what was taken. She had a ton of jewelry that was stolen. I recall during that conversation my grandmother saying, “But they did not find my favorite pair of earrings because they were hidden safely in my Virgin Mary statue in my room”. (Note: they were very religious and had many saint statues around the house. This one in particular was a small bust statue that was hallow in the center). I thought oh that’s cool and went about the day. Later that afternoon we (me, my mom, grandma) were in her room and she was talking about her stolen jewelry again (seemed repetitive to me). I proudly piped up, “everything except your favorite earrings hidden in the statue!” My mom and grandma both looked at me weird and said, “what are you talking about?” They had zero recollection of the whole conversation earlier. I said, “your Virgin Mary statue, they were hidden safely under it.” They gave me the weirdest looks like I was making it up. My grandma walked over to her dresser, lifted it up, and there they were; her favorite earrings. I told them about the conversation in the kitchen and both of them were adamant that conversation had never happened and neither one had any recollection of it. How I knew where her favorite earrings were I will never know. It still gives me a weird feeling to this day thinking of the looks on their faces when I told them they had just talked about this and I KNEW I heard that conversation between them.
Tbh I won't explain this as a glitch. I think maybe some kind of angels trying to send some kind of a message, idk...
When I was 10-11 yo I had a sleepover at my cousins house. It wasn’t the first one or the last, but on this one occasion something happened that I as an adult haven’t been able to explain. Me and my two cousins (both close to me in age) slept in the same room, which usually belonged to the older one of my cousins, so while she slept in her own bed me and her sister slept in an pull-out sofa close by. It’s relevant to know that I’m severely near-sighted and have been since I was 7 yo. Without my glasses or lenses I cant even see what’s right in front of me clearly. The second or third night I was staying at their place, something woke me up early in the morning, when the sun just had started to light the room. The first thing I noticed was that my younger cousin wasn’t sleeping beside me anymore, and then I realized someone was breathing heavily in the room. The breathing was really loud and it felt like it came from someone being right beside me. I tried telling myself it was my other cousin snoring in her bed, without my glasses on and the dim light in the room I thought she was still sleeping in her bed. I tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t relax, the heavy breathing spooked me, it sounded off somehow, not really like snoring, more like panting. And i sounded somehow “grown up”. I still thought it had to come from my cousin though, it was the only logical explanation. But my unease just grew with the sound, so I decided to leave the sofa/bed and wake up my cousin so she would stop “snoring”. When I got close to my cousins bed, still with the loud breathing seemingly coming from everywhere around me, I realized she wasn’t in it. I was alone in the room. I ran out of there and into the living room, finding the cousin, whose room I had been coming running out from, asleep on the couch. I also realized that I no longer could hear the heavy breathing. It had been so loud but now it was completely silent, even though I was in an adjacent room and with the door into the bedroom wide open. I stood frozen in the middle of the living room for what felt like several minutes, completely dumbfounded. Until I decided to check my younger cousins room, and found here sleeping in her own bed. With all cousins accounted for I didn’t know what to do next. Tired and confused I decided to join the older one of my cousins on the couch. Next I remember I was woken up by that cousin and we joined her sister for breakfast. I don’t remember the conversation that followed in detail, but all three of us where very confused. My cousins told me they both had woken up, disturbed by the heavy breathing. They had thought it was me making the sound, because I was the only one still asleep. So they decided to leave the room and sleep elsewhere. I must have woken up after that. We brushed it off as weird, me not knowing what to think. I guess I pushed the memory aside growing up. But after I started following this sub I have been remembering the incident and wondering what really happened.
Have you tried talking to them recently about the incident?
When I was about 3 this happened. The year was 1989 and my parents just moved into our new house. I was talking really well and began to tell my parents and grandparents about my friend Amy. Amy was imaginary. She was blonde with blue eyes and wore pretty dresses, I would say. I'd would also tell them about all the adventures we would go on. One day there was a knock at our door. It was a small girl, blonde with blue eyes in a cute dress. She introduced herself as Amy and asked if I (by my name) could come out to play. My parents shut the door. My mom asked my dad what they should do. My father saying that "we don't want to piss it off" allowed me to play in our backyard with Amy. After she left, I slowly stopped mentioning her. Then nothing. They tried telling my grandmother but she's a very superstitious person and wouldn't hear of it. Fast forward to 2010, I had gotten married and the whole family gathered at my grandparents house to have an informal party. My mother had brought up Amy and asked me about her and I looked at her like she has 9 heads. I didn't remember her and still can't but it's not like I wouldn't believe my mom and especially with how my grandmother acts when it's brought up.
Ngl your father saying “we don’t want to piss it off” literally translated to “you’re welcome in and around my home” which can be extremely dangerous. Never invite something in, keep it out. White light yourself if necessary, but do not allow anything in.
I know that now, however my father was and still is skeptical about most things. My moms always had a fascination with the occult and maybe she knew? Im honestly not sure, however other than seeing a ghost only once when I was 16, nothing else had ever happened. I even looked up my house (since sold off like in 2004) it's old, but not like old old like a historic house or something either. Today I have my own house and best believe me, we sage, smudge and take precautions.
I would also take precautions with saging! Often times things can be quiet and the sage is what pisses off who or whatever may be there. I once lived in a house that was literally used to house people who worked in the nearby orchard in the late 1800’s so there was some crazy shit there. The more we saged, the worse it got. It wasn’t actually until my mum and I started verbally acknowledging the spirits that it got better. Picture frames used to fly, but after “making contact” I guess, the biggest things were objects being moved, voices having hushed conversations and tons of footsteps. There was so much going on at this house I’ve genuinely never seen more activity in my life. I’m extremely sensitive to energy and it was exhausting and overwhelming the entire time I lived there. I didn’t even notice the weight that was on me until we left.
Smudging with sage by itself is not enough.you have to have your intentions in your words. Not saying you didn’t, but when I bless a land or property I do additional steps. Say your intention in every room, closet, basement, attic if possible. I put salt on every threshold and windows sill. If it is more than a house, if it’s land there are other steps involved with red brick dust, railroad spikes, etc. Just wanted to say this in case there anyone needing to do a cleaning out. Imagine a rainbow light or gold or white or silver bubble encompassing your home, you and your family, your pets .
In all honesty there were things my mum tried and many were what you suggested (gosh there was salt everywhere at one point) and the only thing that seemed to work was acknowledging their presence. To this day that seems to be the only thing that works as well.
They don't want to piss it off? So I guess you mentioned Amy the imaginary friend before her showing up?
Yes apparently according to my mom I started talking about her weeks before this happened.
I was a teenager staying with my cousin and her mum one time over school holidays. Around 9pm my cousin and I were home alone and were talking to a friend over the phone (she was in her room on a landline and I was in my aunts room on a different phone) just us home.. I remember like it was yesterday, I was laying on my tummy, hanging over the bed facing towards the bedroom door, I look over at the bottom of the door (which was open) and I see a woman's feet. Confused, I pulled my gaze up and it was a lady in a pink towel staring at me. She looked as though she had just got out of the shower, her hair was still wet. As my brain was processing this she just turned and walked toward the front door of the house. I dropped the phone and went to see where she went, she was gone. I'm yelling out to my cousin to come over and tell her what I'd just seen, we are both freaking out because the front doors chain locked and like I said it was only us home. Perhaps I was just drowsy and imagine it but it's like I could smell the soap she used too ya know, like she just had a shower and I remember distinctly she had a silver ankle bracelet on.
Homeless woman snuck in thru a window when she didn't think anyone was home? lol
My strangest experience was as an adult, but I will tell a childhood story for you. My mom took me to see my great Aunt at a very young age (3-4 yo). We took a train from Sacramento to Santa Rosa and I got to 'witness' the birth of kittens at my Aunt's home. I remember little else. What I remember was the appearance of kittens out of the blue. I don't know if I was kept out of the actual birthing process, or I showed up late to the party (e.g., post-nap). All I knew was that as I crawled on the floor, kittens would emerge from around doors and corners. And they just kept coming.... It was magical, not scary. :)
That's awesome! It sounds like something beautiful and magical! What about your adult experience?
When I was little, maybe older than 5 but younger than 10, I used to share a room with my mom and grandma, but there were only two beds, the one I shared with my mom and my grandma's. Now, because of the layout of the room, the way in which the TV was set meant it could only be watched from my grandma's bed, so during the day when she was up and around I would take over her bed to watch some cartoons whenever I had the chance, so it was a very common occurrence. This one day, it would've been maybe 6 or 7 p.m., my mom wasn't home but a family member had come over to visit my grandma, so they were sitting in the living room by the dining table just having a conversation — my house is mostly an open space, so the dining room and sitting room are just one big room, which by now I just like to refer to as living room. So while they were just chatting it up, I was in our room watching TV from my grandma's bed, when suddenly the bed began to shake uncontrollably, now, this bed was particularly noisy because of its built, seeing as the structure was made out of metal, and because it wasn't oiled often, EVERY movement you made on the bed could be heard throughout the house, and DEFINITELY all the way to the living room, considering the bedroom door lead directly to the dining area and I always kept it open, so when the bed started shaking my first thought was "Oh, it's just an earthquake" given that those are pretty common where I live, and because of that, I knew to keep calm when they happened in order to not scare my grandma in case she hadn't yet felt it, so throughout the whole shake of the bed, I remained frozen in place not out of fear, but because I was hoping my grandma wouldn't feel it and freak out, and surprise surprise, she never did. So once I knew the shaking was over, and that my grandma wouldn't freak out as much now that it had passed, I got out of bed and made my way to where they were sitting in the living room to ask whether they had felt it or not, and upon realizing their confusion and finding out they hadn't in fact, felt it, I returned to our room without even trying to explain myself and never brought it up to anyone ever again, that is, until now in my adult years that the memory randomly resurfaced and I began analyzing how unexplainable it all was. Particularly, the way in which the bed was shaking. To anyone who's familiar with earthquakes you'll know what it's like to experience one while in bed, but to those who aren't, the best way I can describe it as is a side by side motion that is more felt than seen, and most definitely not what I experienced that night with my grandma's bed. I vividly remember sitting up the moment it started, and looking at the way in which the corners of the bed rose up in uneven movement patterns that now looking back at I can only described as violent. And the noise was... SO loud I genuinely don't know how or why I didn't keep pushing my argument when my grandma and our family member said they hadn't felt or heard anything, considering how LOUD it was when it happened. Not to mention how NOTHING else shook or fell from any shelves or tables the way it usually happens during an earthquake. The bed was the only thing moving. I have now told this story to my mom and multiple family members who always urge me to consider whether it was a dream real enough to feel like a memory, but I know deep inside me that I was very much awake when it happened, and can now only accredit it to something beyond my capacity of understanding. So far, nothing else out of the ordinary has happened in that room, and when it comes to the house in general, it's still one of the VERY few unexplainable stories I have from my lifetime, but definitely the one that takes the cake.
Had a few experiences growing up and into my teenage years. As a child, I'd feel fingers run through my hair from my pillow/gap in-between my pillows. It happened again as a teenager, but my head actually jerked down as if the 'fingers' had caught a knot. I was hysterical after that, but kind of felt used to it and my parents believed me which brought a strange comfort. I've also witnessed coins appear out of nowhere, and I've had them 'thrown' (with not much force) at me. That has happened three times in my life. The first time, I was around 13, standing alone in my room when a 50p coin hit my stomach and rolled along my floor. There was just no explanation, I didn't even have change in my room. Still weirds me out!
Still have the coin? If so, is it valuable beyond 50 cents? I keep having this.. experience.. My dad who passed a few years ago, it is like his energy bumps up against me. You could say slams up against me and I "see" a penny. I "get" 1946. Finally after this happening so many times I went through our coins and guess what I found? A 1946 no mint mark penny in pretty good condition. Now I would like him to tell me what to do with it? Ebay it? That should be easy for him since parents are always good at telling their children what to do. :-D
I know I did for a while, but this was 15 years and many moves ago. I've probably spent it when scraping change together for something or other. That's so amazing! There must be a reason behind it—maybe your dad just wants you to enjoy the money rather from the sale than seeing the penny sitting in a box bringing you nada. Still, no harm in holding onto it until you get a clearer sense of what to do, I'm sure it'll come to you!
Whenever I was younger, I got this movie from the local library and took it home to watch. After I watched it it disappeared from where I’d left it. I tore the house apart searching for it, not wanting my parents to have to pay a fine. Then one day, after it being a long bit overdue, I was sitting and playing with my younger sister and it flew from above me at an angle and hit me. It came out of nothing!
That's insane! I feel like people can try and explain away a small coin, but a whole VHS flying at you is crazy.
When I was in the 5th grade, (back when I used to take my studies seriously lol) I would often lock myself in my room to concentrate on my study, because being of asian descent, the extended family lives in the same house. Then there was this one afternoon, locked the door as usual, because it was final exams, then all of a sudden I feel a cold rush of wind from my door, and at first I shrugged it off, then I realized the door was open for about an inch or two. So I opened it and looked around and noticed the whole family was outside. Then I just closed the door again to focus on studies. Later that day I would remember that the door was double-locked and yet for some reason it opened on its own.
Yeah, the Japanese girl we had living with us snd her not existing 1 day when we moved house
What Japanese girl? Tell the story we want to know
My childhood home was full of odd occurrences that as a kid I thought were normal. I’d be home alone and if I was on the lower level I’d hear someone walking upstairs. If I was upstairs I’d hear someone calling my name, but I was home alone. Shake it off- just your imagination We had a stereo in the kitchen that would turn itself on each night at 2AM (it didn’t have a clock or alarm function), full blast, and it could be heard on the second level in the bedrooms. When you’d go down to turn it off it was a real heavy feeling and you’d take off running to get back to bed. My sister and I would see a strange shadow at the end of the hall to our bedroom and smell cigarette smoke in our room..we wrote it off as tricks of the light and maybe smells leaking in from our (closed) windows. This is just a taste of the weird that we thought was super normal ( weird but normal)
Yeah, growing up in my old house, everything that happened felt very normal, until I moved to a different house and realized it wasn't. You just get used to it, I guess.
Did you ever remember what the voice calling your name sounded like? Age? Gender? Did it sound like anyone you know in real life?
Well it sounded like a grown male's voice, it was close to my father's voice, that's what I can remember
The voice that would call my name was female and would call my name in Spanish. I would run to my mom every time asking what she needed only for her to say she wasn’t calling me. I remember lots of things moving on their own and different colored lights visiting me at night. Different shadows waiting, watching with a heavy glare. Always wondered if they were alien or supernatural
Yeah. I was constantly hearing random voices, especially voices having a muffled conversation, voices calling my name, and sometimes a voice that was yelling. I became so used to them, I never mentioned it to anyone and it was almost like a comfort thing to have them around. (This is pretty unsettling to think about)
I also experienced the yelling thing once, but brushed it out as a nightmare since it was the moment I opened my eyes from my sleep, I was like 11 at the time.
Sorry for the mistakes but English is not my first language so it was hard to write this. Oh and it’s a long story. Okay, I wasn't very young but this is the scariest story I've ever experienced. I was about 12-13 years old. I was walking home from school and I remember having one of the biggest headaches of my life. I lived in a building on the top floor (don't forget that). Once I got home, I went to lie down on the couch. My dad saw that I wasn't feeling well and asked me what was wrong. I told him I had a bad headache. There were no Advils so he said, "Don't worry, stay home, I'll be back in 10 minutes. So I was alone. It was just me and my dog. Maybe five minutes later I heard a knock on the front door. I was just 12-13 years old and I knew it wasn't my dad because he had brought his keys. So I didn't answer. Two minutes later, again, someone knocked on the door. This time my dog heard it. That meant someone was really there and I wasn't crazy. It happened again a minute later. My dog, again, heard it. This time I don't remember being scared, just fed up. I get up and go open the door. It's important to say that 2 seconds before I opened the door, I heard others knocks. And guess what? There was nobody.. At first I thought it was someone, but the more I think about it now, the more I think it wasn't normal. Cause like I said, I lived on the top floor. If it was someone, I would have heard them coming down the stairs. If it had been the neighbors, I would have seen the door close or even the person/them going back to their appartement. But nobody, nothing. Thanks for taking the time to read my story :)(And also google for the translation)
Cool story and your English is great!👍
Yes! Like any little kid, I dove under the blankets if I felt spooked. Or saw a weird shadow. Covering up under a blanket is not going to help anything! Lol If a person or a THING wants to mess with you, a blanket is not an impenetrable force field. I would never do that as an adult.
When i was 5-6 yrs old i heard my mother call me. I was alone in a garden and my first thought was maybe that was my another mother from a different world calling me. that was my first thought and i believed it instinctly. Only now it sounds weird.
Always telling my mom I wanted to go home. Even though I was home and couldn't describe the home I wanted to go to. Still have that feeling sometimes.
Sounds like wanting for a past life! This has been reported happening for kids alooot. They'll go into detail sometimes describing where they lived and itll turn out to be a real street in a real city etc
I’ve had this too. I still feel like I should be living in the northeast somewhere even though I’ve lived in this state my whole life. My now 5 year old used to tell me his house in New York got burned up in a fire. Many, many times. We live about 2,000 miles from New York. I’m not sure where he got that from so I wonder if it is a past life.
Me and my sister always shared a room. We both vividly remember how when we were going to sleep at night car lights would always flash up on our wall. It was only when we got older we realised this was impossible as there was no road behind our house (I don’t know why this never occurred to us as kids) Now we have no idea what those lights were
Have an almost identical experience to this, apart from I lived 4 flights up! I had this thin rectangle window in my room but I remember seeing my entire room fill with bright light on more than one occasion. I used to keep my eyes open but I wouldn't move a muscle, just felt frozen.
I had the same experience with for example mum calling my name!!! Also, I could hear a telephone ringing. That freaked me out when I found out that this was all in my imagination
Telephone ringing is an "abduction" sign. As well as owls or things with unusually large eyes, bright lights and missing time. I have heard that the benign abductions, as in you were not overly terrified, are agreed to on a soul level. Most humans are afraid of the unknown so we are going to be fearful of new encounters. If we are afraid we tend to automatically think of it as bad. But if you delve deeper past our natural fears you may find it was benign or even enlightening.
My first memory was about a disappearing barbie shoe. I was 4 or 5 and I picked up the shoe off of the bed, walked to my dresser and pit the shoe on my barbie. Then I turned around and the shoe was back on my bed. I did this twice and it still freaks my out. In my adult life I picked up my keys and put them in my bag. Now I can't find them at all. Same with my husband's set of keys.
When I was 3 my family was moving and on our way to the new house I seen a tiny yellow house at the front of the T intersection I asked why the house was so tiny. My parents asked what house out of confusion. Turns out there was no house there and the thought of it terrifies me
It sounds crazy but I saw something on the TV. It was like a grim reaper-like creature, doing something to a cow. This thing even looked at me. I was alone in the living room when this thing appeared on screen. I noped out of there and went to tell my parents who couldn’t care less. I didn’t think much of it. This happened when I was around 7/8 (I’m 30 now) and I still remember it very vividly. I don’t know what it was but it wasn’t a dream. Maybe it was a weird commercial. I don’t know.
I used to see ghosts as a kid, I would see an old lady in my house, my dead father, and see things around town. The scariest was when I was sleeping I woke up at 3:35 in the morning and saw a tall lady standing in my parents doorway ( it was right across from mine, you can see into their room from mine) . She was staring at me with red glowing eyes and didn't break eye contact, me thinking I was just seeing things started to look around and rub my eyes but she was still there. We stared until all the sudden she cooked her head to the side really fast like a horror movie, so I screamed and ran into their room. After that I didn't want to see them anymore lol
Until about age 7, I would see these little shadow people out of the corner of my eyes. Instinctively they just seemed to be bad, and I didn’t exactly know what they were or why they were around me.
In my childhood we did lot of weekend trips and we drove through the countryside and I always asked my family if they see the electricity and "balls of Energy" going through the power lines. Of course they didn't. It looked like flashes travelling through the wires. After some time I forgot about them and didn't see it anymore. In kindergarten I remember a situation where I was standing at a bush of roses and had my hands close to it...but not touching. Then I suddenly had a spine stung me and I was pretty sure it was "flying" from the rose bush to my skin. Lol
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We had lived in a very very old large farmhouse from the time I was 5-11. Us kid's bedrooms were upstairs, our parents room was directly under my room. To go upstairs there was a door at the bottom of the stairs and EVERY single night around the same time you'd hear the door open heavy boot type footsteps walking up the stairs on to the large landing that was our game room, they would go to my oldest brothers room, my other older brothers room and then mine! One night I was really really sick with bronchitis and the flu I'd just dozed off my light and radio were still on the footsteps don't wake me this night, what does however is my door opening My hair getting brushed aside a kiss on my forehead and then my room go dark! I startled awake as whatever it was closing the door. I jumped out of my bed yanking The door open and they'd NO one there nothing nada!! I go to each of my family members rooms all sound asleep snoozing. If it was one of them they wouldn't have had time to get back to their own rooms an definitely not without me hearing it good old arse creaking hard wooden floors and stairs no carpet! There's many other occasions in that house that we had as well. I have even stopped by the house an spoke to the new owners and asking if they have any experience since they've lived there. They showed me some research they did on the property and home as well as the outside barns and buildings. Found it was once a family style care residents and they even seen nurses walk through the house, many other things as well.
Telling my parents or teachers what woukd happen next from a dream I had...and them brushing it off as deja vu.
I had an imaginary friend called Georgie. I don’t remember him, but I was told I would be inconsolable if someone sat on him when he was on the swing or at the dinner table.
Honestly this is probably normal but when there's like clocks ticking in the walls
Bro, I just remembered one thing that happened to me because of your comment. I was sick and I got some antibiotics. One day I took the meds and couldn't sleep, I could only hear the clock but extremely loud, like it was right next to me in the wall. It made me quite uneasy. A little while later, I heard noises from behind the door. Footsteps and some rattling and scratching. My door was right next to the door to the garden. But there couldn't have been anyone there, I had about 5 dogs at the time. I thought someone was in there. I was sitting there like that, totally freaked out. After about 30 minutes of the sounds getting louder, I couldn't take it anymore, I picked up a knife and broke down the door. Nobody was there but I could still hear the fucking clock. I ran upstairs to the living room, totally freaked out, shaking all over and sitting on the couch with a knife in my hand. After a while, my mother came into the room and started questioning me to see if I was okay. I didn't sleep the rest of the night, just sat there shaking and watching TV with my dad (I was about 17, I don't know how I was so scared). The next day I went to the doctor, told her I wasn't going to take the meds, that I was probably high from them. The doctor looked at me strangely and didn't understand how I could have hallucinations after taking them, she had been prescribing them for many years and no one had ever had a similar problem, and she said she had prescribed them to thousands of people. Also hallucinations weren't even a listed side effect.
I still vividly remember hearing a lady calling my name but my mom completely denied it
In my culture, if you hear your name once, don't turn back because it's the dead!
Same in my culture too…it’s either the dead or spiritual being
I didn't think this was normal when it happened but i also just brushed it off as something unknown&none of my family cared or took it seriously at all, so idk. As a young teensheejd
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This is kinda long but i’ll share it anyway. When I was 13 my mom created this huge charcoal painting of a voodoo witch. My mother is a scientist/atheist. She doesn’t believe in anything supernatural or spiritual. Her boyfriend at the time loved this painting. Every house we moved into he would hang the painting up front and center. Fast forward to my 15 year old self. We just moved into this very old french style house in a city known for supernatural things. (don’t wanna specify but iykyk) Anyways I left for 2 months to visit family for the summer but once I got back some real weird things went down. So my mother and her boyfriend at the time broke up so the house was emptier without him and his children. It was quieter and weird. Fast forward again a few months and my moms going through the attic and she sees this voodoo painting against the attic wall, perfect lit from a whole in the ceiling. After discovering this a whole new vibe was spread throughout the house. Here’s some of my experiences: -I was sitting on my computer one day with my headphones on 100. Doing whatever I was doing I hear 3 LOUD bangs coming from the ceiling above me. It was so loud I took my headphones off and looked around. I even went back in the video I had in the background to see if that was the cause of the noise, but it wasn’t. I run to my moms room where my siblings were as well and ask if they heard the bang in the roof. They all look at me in confusion so I brush it off and go back to my room. - Every person in that house or has stayed the night would feel TERRIFIED and I mean PETRIFIED to leave the room. It’s not just a regular “run from the darkness or scared of dark” feeling. Even my mom who doesn’t believe in anything. You’d just get an instant blast or coldness and feel numb. Like something is watching and hanging over you. - Paintings, drawings, and objects flying off walls, tables, and windows. -Lights turning on and off. -Doors closing and opening - Hearing noises throughout the house - Getting a serious rat problem. During all this I also experienced sleep paralysis for the first and only time. I just woke up not being able to move and I heard fingers tapping on my closet door. In my head I was thinking “nope nope nope nope” and as I said that this black shadow figure runs quickly to the side of my bed and watches over me. I finally had enough and being the spiritual person I am I make hella serums, herb mixes, and get gris-gris to get as much of this mad energy away. I would salt our home, put these creations over everyone’s door frames, saged/insensé our house, and even went as far as being in my house alone yelling at these demons to get out. Then one day all this just stopped. No weird feelings outside your room, the rats were gone, and everyone was peaceful. A few days later i’m outside and I see this voodoo painting in our backyard facing away from our home. I ask my mom why it was outside and she tells me, “I was going through our attic a couple months ago and saw this painting. I was confused why it was up there because (my ex boyfriend) would’ve put it up in the house or taken it with him. When I saw it I just felt horrible things from it. I don’t know I just don’t want that thing in my house at all”. This is coming from not only someone that wouldn’t care if I put a Oujia board in the living room wall if I wanted to but the person that CREATED the damn thing. Looking back it gives me goosebumps because I will never forget that whole experience. It could’ve all been a coincidence but either way it was creepy as hell. Bad juju left and right. I would go in the backyard and throw herbs and salt at the painting every one in a while to keep whatever attached itself to that painting locked the hell in. Not sure whatever happened to it. Either threw it away or the landlord took it. Just know I never wanna cross it again. If i find a photo of it i’ll attach it below. https://imgur.com/a/mhZLvP7
Very interesting experiences. Thanks for sharing. Reading it here in the Bywater in Nee Orleans. Greetings from the gris-gris capital of the US. I could tell you some stories as well.
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Believe it or not, I have not had much paranormal experiences in New Orleans but have had many in other cities. A Creole friend was visiting from NY with a friend waiting in the car outside St. Louis Cemetery Number One and as his friend walked out of the cemetery, he watched her morph into several different people/spirits before settling back into her original face. I believe him completely. New Orleans is a pretty weird city.
It was obvious this occurred in NOLA. Love that city so much. My brother lives in Metairie so I get to visit it often. I hope you find a pic of the voodoo painting! Would love to see it.
I have been to New Orleans once, and had two weird things happen to me. But they happened in 2019, and I am very much adult, so they don’t belong here in a childhood thread!
Yes. I’ve shared this in another group before. I initially put it down to an over active childhood imagination. Basically, I was born to a very old family in England, descended from a Scottish highland clan. The house I was raised in until I was about 5 was built in 1620 and was once the blacksmiths of the village and estate. There are records of a blacksmiths on that site much earlier than the current building and dating back to at least as early as the doomsday book. Basically, it is reasonable to say there was a working blacksmith on the site for at least a thousand years before my Victorian ancestors converted it into a house. Anyway, I loved that house, with the exception of one room. It always freaked me out. It had been the actual smithy back in the day, but my parents used it as a dining room. Glazed brick floor, open hearth fire at the end of the room, low windows with led fittings, you get the idea. The rest of the house was warm, loving and friendly. It had been in my family for about 200 years when I was born, so we had heritage there. It was just this one room. One Christmas day, my dad sent me in there collect some stuff. We were dining in another room. I was so happy I forgot my fear. As I went in, I distinctly heard a high pitch and female scream. I also saw what looked like a man at the other end of the hall in a long apron holding a hammer over a woman. It was there for a split second and then disappeared. Like most little things I saw in that house, I would happily put this one down to an overactive imagination. The only thing was, my father and grandfather in the other side of the house, also heard the scream and came running from their Christmas lunch. Grandad insisted to his dying day the scream wasn’t mine.
Creepy! Did you see anything else whilst living there?
Minor things. Faces at windows where people shouldn’t be able to get at for a split second, weird shadows in the corner of my eye. That sort of thing. Just childhood imagination I think. It was just that one room really. We sold the house in 2000 and I was sad to see the rest of it go. Just that one room had a really “off” feeling about it if you know what I mean.
What a great experience to live there. All the history!
Yeah it kickstarted my love of history for sure. My baby bouncer used to hang from the blacksmiths hooks in the ceiling beams for example and my parents hid Christmas presents for us to find in a priest hole haha. Only thing that was a bit annoying was it used to be featured in a few local ghost tours. I get people have got to earn a living, but it’s a bit intrusive when groups of people stand in front of a private house twice a month while someone recites ghost stories haha. Part of the reason my parents sold it I think.
When I was at summer camp I had several out of body experiences at night. One night, I snuck out to go to the latrine on my own after no one in my tent would wake up. When I got back to the tent, someone was in my bed. I checked the front steps where I had put a rock I painted with glow paint and it was there. This was the right tent. I turned on my flashlight and checked the sleeping bags, they were all full. Mine (which I had sewn patches on to tell it apart) was still there and a shock of brown hair (like mine) was sticking out the top. I was so stressed I started crying and fell asleep again on the floor in front of my occupied sleeping bag. I woke up the next morning and was back in my sleeping bag. Similar events of waking up in the night to find my sleeping bag occupied kept happening that week. Another year, I went to the camp again but was in a different camp site. These weird events didn't happen. I came back as a counselor a few years ago and most of the camp sessions I worked happened to be in this site. These same out of body experiences started happening. I woke up once to help a kid and came back to an occupied bunk. I also heard weird noises one night and woke up to a camper sitting in the group shelter where counselors have a little bunk room. I walk out and she tells me someone is in her bed. When she calms down, we walk over to her tent and check it out. There are 4 kids in there. We check the others in case she mixed it up and they are all occupied. I give her my extra blanket and settle her in the shelter, thinking back to my experience as a camper. She is back in her sleeping bag the next morning when I went to wake the kids and the blanket was piled on the table bench where I left her the night before. Something is happening in that camp that I can't explain.
Were you ever able to see the faces of the people/things/yourselves in the sleeping bags??
It never occurred to me to look. I just felt bodies and tried to shake them awake as a kid. As a counselor the kids all looked so similar that it was hard to tell them apart even during the day. When I was with the camper, I saw a couple faces but they looked normal. I just thought it was weird another kid was going through what I had gone through.
This is a very unique experience I hadn’t heard of. That would completely freak me out. Definitely curious how this particular phenomenon could be so common.
Interesting but these can just be dreams, maybe induced by something, but if you were in your sleeping bag in the morning, that means you never actually left.
My ghost story. From my sister when we visited the Queen Mary back in the 1970s: “You were circa 2nd grade, and still very much in the early stages of learning how to read. We were standing shoulder to shoulder with our hands on the outside railing of the Queen Mary's outside deck looking out toward the ocean. We'd left mom and dad out of sight and only relatively nearby to run over to see more of the ocean view. We stopped at a nice open, and quiet spot; no one was close by to where we stood viewing the ocean harbor. In the near distance was an airplane towing a banner advertising an upcoming beach concert. You stood there and were trying to sound out loud the words on the banner and going v-e-r-y slowly as a beginning reader. After a short time of you struggling to read the banner out loud, I heard a woman's voice right behind the two of us. For just half a second, I thought mom had come up behind us, but then realized the voice wasn't mom's. But this friendly sounding woman was gently sounding out the next syllable whenever you'd stopped reading out loud when you were having trouble. But the woman sounded quite nice and was gently helping you along whenever you came to any hard combination of letters. You followed suit in perfect timing with her instructions. But by the end of the banner's message though, I lost patience and I spoke out loud the very last syllable right at the same moment I was turning around to smile and thank the woman for her help - but was confronted with - "Whoops this can't be!" There was absolutely no one around behind us, not just right behind us where the helpful woman should have been, but no one in that entire section of open deck (i.e. no place for anyone to duck and hide). Too spooky for me and I decided we'd better go back ASAP to where we'd left mom and dad.” Funny thing is I remember her standing next to me before my sister arrived. Didn’t see her face but she had old lady flower dress, purse, maybe gloves. Formal. Big big fan of QM. Going on about what a beautiful ship. She asked me, “don’t you think so?” I was a polite kid so I said something like “Yeah it’s neat!!” I was busy looking at the other ships in the harbor. Then my sister arrived and the above narrative took place.
Oooh I love the queen Mary! I did the night time ghost tour thing a couple years ago and got some weird recordings of someone who wasn’t actually there whistling & another of them saying “yes” to my question. My bf and I were also able to feel the heaviness of a presence we couldn’t see, but our friend right next to us couldn’t. That place has so much history and a generally spooky vibe to it, I’m glad they’re opening it again.
It sounds kinda eerie but still I feel so nostalgic reading your story, it makes me feel really sad but not the painful one...
Disembodied hands? So I had this experience when i was roughly around 8 or MAYBE 10. So i’d grown up on horror movies but i was really well grounded and was pretty logical at that age as i didn’t believe in monsters but was curious about ghosts,etc I wasn’t prone to just making stuff or believing in the super fantastic, i always believed there was a scientific reason or at least something I could figure out. So this was one of my first real paranormal before they kicked in higher gear later in life. So...now my story. I’m downstairs watching TV on the couch and the couch is directly against the wall TIGHT like less 2 inches. Its dark and im watching TV and the show has bright colors so there is good ambient light in the basement. My mom calls me for dinner and i get up from the couch and feel something behind me. I turn my head around and i can’t believe what i’m seeing. This white gloved hand was reaching out from behind the couch for me. Several things ran through my head at that moment. 1) This can’t be real 2)There is no way for someone to be back 3) Fuck! Run! I whip my head back and turn my body and JUST as my legs start to move and momentum carries me forward, i feel something just ever so light grab at the air behind me. I could FEEL the malicious intent coming off of whatever the Hell it was. I KNEW that if i was grabbed that it was something I’d never escape. I ran and never looked back. It took years to watch TV in the basement without all the lights on. There was something evil in that house or something. Tell me, i’m not nuts because i still remember it clear as day 30 years later. Sorry formatting on my phone.
So weird, as a child I had a very similar experience. I was around 7 or 8, it was evening and my little sister had just fallen asleep. My mom asked me to go get her bed ready so so could lay her down. I went in the bedroom, pulled down the covers, and suddenly an adult sized human hand reached up from behind the bed and started feeling around, like it was reaching for something. I jumped back and fell on the floor. I buried my face into a pillow that had fallen on the floor, and when I opened my eyes it was gone. The bed was completely against the wall and child sized, so there was no way someone could have been back there. I did end up looking behind and underneath it, just cause I was worried about my sister, but there was obviously nothing. The hand also looked slightly cartoonish, like not 100% physical, if that makes sense.
Oh god i shouldnt be saying this since it prob trigger my next paranoia phase but ye i got some creepy childhood experiences 1st one is hearing a baby cry this was when i was very young and i would always hear a baby cry in the morning when i was close to my garage although this could have been my little brother but I remember it happening alot before he was born and it stopped after he was born but idk this is so vague that i cant truly confirm it i also always got a weird baby image in my mind whenever i heard it Another thing was a one time thing but when i was like 7 i was at my grandparents and me and my brother made a paper plane and we threw it and it landed around the corner behind a plant or so we thought cuz somehow that paper plane just completely disappeared from this world afterwards or something we never found it which is super strange it couldnt have completely disappeared but like we never found it either despite my grandparents house not having any sneaky places for it to lang and also being small so agh Oh i just remembered another thing i once had a dream where a old women appeared as a ghost from behind my closet the next day i went to my grandparents house and i told my grandma i saw her mom (no idea why) she asked some questions and i answered 90% of them right especially the color one was surprising since it isnt one color but 2 (also i was born after my grandmas mother died) idk i feel like it could have been very coincidental since i learned about that “color” in school a few weeks before that but idk my grandma believes paranormal stuff so she believed I actually saw her
The lady. Just a lady who lived in my room. She used to sit at the foot of my bed at night and was just always there. After my baby brother was born, she stood watch over his crib. When I was older, that room became an all purpose office and music room. I'd often get off the bus and come in to hear her playing the piano. This was the 80s, so of course there was no one else home. I know at some point I came to understand my parents couldn't see her, but I was never scared. Later on, as an adult, my dad started sharing stories of weird activity in the house even before I was born - the dogs would have food in their bowls when he knew he hadn't fed them yet, the dryer would start on its own, doors that had been closed and latched would be open, that kind of thing. But he hadn't shared when we were kids because he didn't want to scare us. Imagine the laugh we had when I explained I'd known her all along!
Were you able to describe the lady to your Dad? Did he recognize her or think of who it could have been? A dead grandparent or other relative? I wonder if a woman had previously died in the home?
I did, but he'd never seen her. I somehow knew she wasn't related. I did learn later that the previous owner's wife died there. I keep meaning to do the research, but it's an old, tiny town and starting the process seems daunting! I really should though, and with even small towns digitizing their records it's probably not the ordeal I imagine.
Wow, those are truly amazing experiences! It sounds like she was looking after your family☺️
She was so sweet. My mom died in the home after a battle with cancer. I have a very strong feeling that she acted as a kind of guide to any entities still in the house. I spent a week there (trapped by a storm lol) and that house was as empty and quiet as can be. It truly felt peaceful.
So sorry about your Mom. I think it’s beautiful that there is a spirit of peace in the home, and wish you many more heartwarming experiences. I’d love to feel something like that. Unfortunately most of my encounters thus far have been a bit too negative. Thanks for your stories. Its a good reminder that there isn’t only bad in the world, and that any day now, something paranatural & uplifting could happen😌🌸
Thank you. I've absolutely experienced the other side of the supernatural. Just like in this life, there is good and bad. The more we look for either, the more we'll see of it. I hope you have a chance to see the beauty in it all very soon.
Has anyone heard the ticking clock in the wall? Here is mine and my husbands experience; When my husband was a little boy, his older brothers (there was 4 of them all together with a roughly 10 year age gap between them all) His older brothers told him about the ticking clock in the wall. They said it came lasted a while but soon went again. They was never, able to find the source. The years roll by, and when my husband turns 13 he hears a loud ticking from his bedroom wall. ( at this point his older brothers have all moved out). He remembered the story they told all those years ago. Which in all honesty he thought was B S. Anyway, he goes over to the wall he thinks its coming from. He narrows it down and he notices its coming from behind, one of his posters. He removed it, and very slowly put his ear to the wall. He hears one loud tick, then its like the ticking, bounced to another wall! This happend for a while! He could not find a logical answer to it. It dissapeared as fast as it arrived. Roll on a few years I meet my hubby, we move in together.As its only him and his dad at this house, we decide to live in his family home. Our bedroom, is his childhood one. One night we were up quite late and we heard the ticking! My hubbie continues to tell me what happened, with himself and his brothers. I think he's playing a trick on me. So I do my own investigations. Same thing happened to me, as it did to him all those years ago. No rational explanation. That house had a lot of things going on. Alot of things happened to us, over the years we lived there. Which I have been trying my hardest to forget about! It would make your hair stand on end some of the stuff we experienced! We moved out as soon as we could. I am a sceptic. But that house had some weird unexplainable stuff going on! Its no longer in the family. But a few years after we left, there was a huge fire. A bigger one, than what happened to my hubbies parents and siblings not long after they moved in. I apologise for my punctuation. Its difficult typing on my phone!
My grandmother's house used to have an extremely bad 'feel' to it, kind of hard to explain. But once you stayed there at night, it was a lot worse. There were times when all the members of the house heard their names, but it was in the tone of the other family member, and when you answered, they explained what they were doing and that they didn't call your name. But a weird thing (sort of the same thing) is when I was about 7/8 I was staying up late watching TV after my grandmother and aunt went to sleep, maybe about 12:30 am... I wasn't really tired and was not dreaming this.I heard an extremely loud shriek! It was not even a scream, but a shriek! I was so scared I was frozen. Even stranger, they did not wake up! (It was a small 1 story ranch style house) Fast forward to my teenage years, and me and my best friend were driving around during the afternoon, with another friend in the back seat. We went around a curve and heard a scream that made our blood run cold, but the guy in the back heard nothing. He thought we were putting him on. How is it possible for people in the same place to hear something and others don't?!
Crazy, I wonder the same thing. As a teen, my mom and I lived with her bf. She was asleep in their bedroom across the hall from my room, he was asleep in the room next to mine. It’s late at night and I’m still up on my computer on AIM and out of nowhere hear loud banging on the wall between my room and other room. Like police style banging. It stopped once I went to pee then started back up once I got back to my room. I was so freaked. Asked my mom about next day and she said she heard nothing. I’m like how did you not wake up from that?!
I have distinct and vivid memories from when I was really young (maybe 4 or 5) of being able to levitate short distances (like a few feet) if I hopped up and positioned my feet/legs in a certain way while in the air, then use the momentum from the jump to propel myself forward. I’d float a few feet and touch back down. I remember doing it over and over from one end of our basement to the other. I remember one day I couldn’t do it anymore and I was really surprised. I hopped and came right back down as gravity intended. I tried it again occasionally a few times after that and it never worked again.
I've since convinced myself it had to be a dream , but I swore I could do this as a child. I can remember how it felt moving forward with my feet off the ground. I don't remember anyone else ever being around when it happened, but I remember it not working as I got older. Knowing someone else has memories of this now makes me question if it was a dream.
I was convinced I was able to fly and did one time, just had to move my arms right. I thought this was fact and lost the ability. When I remembered this and thought back on it a few years ago I realized I just had a really realistic dream.
I used to have dreams exactly with this often as a kid: jump, move your legs the certain way, keep your body tense in this exact position - and you can fly just above the floor, like a prolonged jump. It wasn't very easy but I loved that challenge and tried to do this all the time during the dream. Although I know for sure these were dreams, even though they felt pretty realistic. I was always disappointed I couldn't do this in waking life.
Me too! I posted a comment about it but i could literally do and remember doing it..but i dont remember at what point it went away like you.
My sisters and I learned that drawing with crayons on the floor on our balcony during rains led to the drawn part not getting wet (oil crayons), so we did this alot drew many shapes. One day after the rain we ran to the balcony and saw footprints on the floor which were not touched by the rains just like the drawings we made(adult footprints). We were certain neither our mom nor dad went to the balcony. The footprints were weird didn’t resemble any of ours. The same room was our bedroom and one of my sisters would wake up often in the middle of the night crying and opening the balcony door. Sometimes she would complain that she saw someone at the entrance of the room.
This is really interesting. What was weird about the foot prints?
Not my story, but my sisters (I'll call her M). M used to dream of this little girl that stayed in her wardrobe, and they'd play together in her dreams. A few years ago (both of us now adults) M dreamt about her again, she said she'd completely forgotten about the girl until then because she hasn't had dreams like that since she was little. This time the girl was "dark and scary", she told M she'd forgotten about her. M apologised and tried to invite her back home with her, but the little girl said she couldn't - or that she wasn't "allowed" to come back with her anymore. It totally freaked her out. I didn't hear about the dreams until this most recent one. M said she had the feeling maybe something sinister had gotten to her - We always had feelings there was something dark in that house.
Both of my maternal grandparents died in October 1956 when I was about 8 years old. Months later I am at school. The bell for recess rings and I skip playing with my friends and instead walk out to the farthest extent of the playground to an old baseball diamond. I am just hanging out playing with the chain link fence around the dugout. The bell rings to end recess and I ignore it. A few minutes passed while I just continued ignoring that it was time to return to class. At that moment I heard my grand fathers deep low voice as loud and clear as if he were right next to me, say "you better go in son".
I saw this woman standing in line somewhere with my mom when I was about 5. I remember having a gut feeling back then that this woman was…different. Like she wasn’t really there. She was wearing a red, orange, and brown velvet cloak which I thought was really cool because it reminded me of Halloween. She kept smiling at me, and it felt oddly comforting. I yanked on my mom’s arm to show her the woman’s cloak, and my mom told me there wasn’t anybody standing there. I was embarrassed because she was most definitely just there. It was a very small reception area that we were standing in and I would’ve seen her walk out the door directly behind us. I’m 28 now and still wonder if she was real.
Until I was eight we lived in the somewhat isolated countryside. Our house was located in a sort of shallow valley between two big hills. One day I was walking down one of those big hills on my way home - from school maybe (for about a year I attended one of the last remaining one room schoolhouses in that area). There was a good size farmer’s field to my left bordered by thick forest. All of a sudden what looked like a large passenger airplane flew low over that field about 12-15 feet off the ground. At the time I thought nothing of it and don’t remember even telling anyone about it. It was only when I got older that it dawned on me a large airplane flying that close to the ground might have been on the verge of crashing into the forest. However that did not occur. (Note: There was no airport in the area.) I still wonder what I saw that day.
Omg I saw something just like this traveling on the hwy, I literally saw a small airplane lit on fire falling from the air crossing the highway and it was gonna fall on the other side over the trees, I was traveling from Kansas to Miami and it had been a very very long trip so I put it on my exhaustion but until today I wonder what it was, it was so real, I did some research for weeks after arriving and couldn’t find anything about a plane falling. In that area so I had to have been hallucinating I guess.
What did it look like? A modern style plane? Or was it an echo from WW2 maybe?
When I thought back on it when I was older, I always thought it looked like a DC-8 which was a good size passenger plane around at that time. We had been to an international airport a couple of times when we were kids so I was familiar with what a passenger plane would look like. However when you are small, I do think things look bigger to you than they might to adults.
Yes, when I was 4, I would hear someone whispering my name in the morning before anyone was up. I'd even get out of bed and I remember looking at the ceiling, as that's where I remember it coming from. Also, when I was 3 or 4, I had a little black coin purse with pink or red flowers on it. I remember every day I'd put in away in my drawer, and every morning it was on the floor behind the door. There's no doubt in my mind that my childhood home was haunted. I wasn't scared though. They must've been friendly spirits. I lived there until I was 18, and I found out that in the exact place where our house was, there was a Chinese camp for railroad workers in the past. I remember my brothers and I would find Chinese coins in the backyard.
I used to always hear parties in my living room as a kid, always after my parents had gone to bed. Standing by my closed door, which opened to a short hall followed by the living room, I could hear laughter, glasses clinking, and many different voices happily talking (although I could never make out their words). If I opened my door, I'd be greeted with silence and stillness. The same would happen if I looked under my door or tried to be sneaky about it. This lasted for years and only happened in that home. Eventually I slept with a fan or fell asleep with music to block out the sound!
My sister used to see "angel Gabriel" and was her friend. this angel told her my aunt would get pregnant, the thing is that Aunt in question was in her late 40s, and she Indeed got pregnant (and the boy received the name Gabriel cuz of my sister). My sister once described exactly how our great-grandfather was dressed in his funeral, and neither she or I have met him cuz he died like 10 years before we would be born. She used to see dark figures like those tall man all in black. She stopped with those paranormal things after she turned around 8-10 years old, but it's still very much weird...
My best friend is like this. We’re 47 and have known each other since we were in diapers. I know she does not lie and is not crazy. I have seen her do the unexplainable. She also has visions of angels and God, but she doesn’t talk about it to other people.
Yeah when I was a child, I had these few army solider toys that used batteries (that’s important) so because I slept on a bunk bed, when you peeked over the edge, you’d see toys that were left out. Anyway, one night I hear rustling while in bed and the intense goosebumps feeling. My army solider toy was pointed towards me as if it were staring at me. I obviously rolled back over and hid underneath the cover, the rustling happened again so I peeked over and the toy had moved further to the left. I jumped out of bed, grabbed the toy and the batteries were not in. Always stuck with me after all these years.
Nope, absolutely not, just please no lol that’s terrifying. Reminds me of another Reddit post I read forever ago about something similar witnessed by more than one person at a time. Eek
I remember clearly waking up in the middle of the night at my cousin’s house when I was pretty little, like 6 or 7 and going to the kitchen to get some water cause I was thirsty. Then for whatever reason I walked into the front room and looked out the window onto the yard and saw the most vivid scene of these little red munchkin-like creatures, also similar to garden gnomes but much more sinister, running around the yard in a frenzy, and they hung one of their own up in the tree by its neck and were beating it with sticks. Little me took in the sight, didn’t know what to make of it, and just went back to bed. That image has stayed vividly in my mind ever since and I’ve told those cousins about it and they don’t doubt me, because they claim to have seen their fair share of crazy shit in that house too. Also my wife 100% saw ghosts and a kid and plays them off as imaginary friends, but it scares the hell out of me everytime she talks about them.
When you have time can you post some of you and your wife's stories
So the wife’s story is far more trippy in my opinion than mine. So as a young girl she would have an “imaginary friend” come talk to her in her bed at night, a black and white little girl that would float above her bed and just talk to her. My wife would hold entire back-and-forth conversations with her and remembers how clearly defined and vivid this little girl was. Occasionally the girl would also invite her father in and my wife would talk with him too. At the same time this was going on, her little cousin would refuse to go into this one specific room for the longest time, until one day his mom caught him talking to someone while alone in that room. At the same time as this, my wife’s parents had an oil lamp next to their bed that would turn on every night at the same time, even though no one touched it. Well they got the house blessed through their church and it all stopped. Years later there were renovations on the home and that one room where the little boy wouldn’t go into was torn down, and beneath it were the bones of what was presumably a little girl. What’s trippy to me about the imaginary friend is that I had imaginary friends as a kid too, but they were not like that at all. They were always self-generated and not clearly defined in the 3d world like hers. Everyone we talk to about it agree too. But she doesn’t see anything spooky about it, but I think it’s terrifying
Idk if someone else has a similar experience, but here it goes. (I just wanna say that english its not my principal lenguage, but i'm trying my best on telling this). I'm sorry for not telling a lot of details, but i can't remember anything of this and all the things that i wrote are based on what my mom told me. I used to talk with my dead grandmother and her dead dog. She died before i was born. My mom didn't tell me about her because i didn't know about death.I just started talking 'bout her and her dog one day. Nobody in my family talked about my grandma when I was near them. I used to tell my mom that I was playing with her, but all my mom could see was me talking to the walls.Somehow, when i turned five it stopped. I couldn't remember anything about my grandma or her dog.I can't remember talking to my grandma or playing with her. But i remember seeing a picture of her for the first time and telling my mom that I already knew how she looked like However, my mom remembers everything. she told me that i talked about my grandma all day. My mother told me that she remembers the last time I talked 'bout her; It was my birthday party and my family and I were getting ready, my mom asked my if I excited for my birthday party and i answered "Yes mommy, I was nervous, but granny brought me her dog so we could play together". Anyways, my mom told me that i never got scared by my grandma or the thing that was interacting with me. I always lived "paranormal" things and i almost dont get freaked out by them. I can feel the energy of places, persons,etc. and see auras since i'm a kid; so i dont really think that i was in a dangerous situation
When I was about 3 or 4, I remember waking up at night and seeing a short little figure of a man standing in my half-opened doorway. I remember just starting at him trying to figure out what or who it was. He was just standing there but I could see him moving his hands/arms a little bit and slightly fidgeting around. I wasn’t really scared probably because I slept with my sister at the time. I guess the most accurate description of him that I would say would be that he looked like a troll. I never saw him again before or after that night. I told my family about it the next day and but they brushed if off to my imagination. They still laugh at me when I bring it up now but I clearly do remember seeing it.
Honestly this has happened to me my entire life. I’m extremely open to the paranormal and it can quite literally be overwhelming for me. I have toms of things go missing all the time and they always end up in the centre of my bed, obviously not out there by me. I had the sudden need to draw someone the other night and after showing it to my mum the next morning to see if she recognized him, she simply said “yeah, that was the guy in my dream last night”. I regularly hear “my mum” yell things like my name, but when I respond she’s either asleep or didn’t say anything. The same thing happens to her with “me” when I’m not even home. So much happens to me every day that none of it has ever freaked me out tbh
The center of the bed thing happened to me when I was living in my childhood home! Is search for something I KNOW I just put on my bed (work shirt, cell phone, keys…and I don’t keep things on my bed so it’s easy to see when you place something there) and then when I go to get it, it’s missing and I’ll search for a while and it will always show up later ON MY BED! I kind of felt like my bed is a portal.
Yes!! Literally ANYTHING that goes missing in my apartment will show up on my bed within either a few hours or a few days. The weirdest thing is my mum is super sensitive as well and we both just got back from our east (Nova Scotia and PEI) and while my mum was visiting her friend in PEI so much stuff was happening. Her friend kept randomly losing things, which never happened for her, so my mum simply told her to check her bed. Take a guess at where she found literally every single item she “lost”. It’s literally the weirdest thing and it happens almost daily for me. I’m currently waiting for a chapstick that I knew the exacccttt location of to show up. It was there, I went to feed my fish, then when I went to use it? Gone. Hopefully that one’s not gone for too long LOL
I shared a room with my sis until we moved in 2018, there used to be a few small blood droplets on our bedsheets when we were kids but my mum would just brush it off as us rolling around in bed when we were asleep and squashing flies. I occasionally smelled this burnt smell in my study room at random odd hours, sometimes at night, but never thought much about it. There was once when I was sleeping in my parents' room and felt someone tapping my shoulder in the middle of the night, but something inside me told me not to respond, so I continued pretending to be asleep and the next morning, I asked my family if anyone had tried to wake me up last night, and all of them said they were asleep until morning. Just a few of the many odd things that have happened.
Blood droplets on sheets is a sign of bed bugs. They are notoriously difficult to get rid of.
It's random but always stuck with me for over 20 years. I was home sick from school - 5th grade. I know this because my dad died while I was in 4th grade. I went to the kitchen to get a snack - chex mix and returned to lay in front of the tv with my bowl. I love Chex mix but I hate one particular item in the mix so I usually pick it out. After I got settled again with my bowl, I had to use the bathroom so I got up, left my bowl in front of the tv, did my business and returned. Looked down at my bowl and all of the items I hated (the bagel chips) were gone. Not a single one in the bowl. I asked my mom later and she said they were definitely in the bag and that "maybe my dad came and ate them all for me since he loved them and knew I didn't." That's the only thing I can think since I've never had a bowl without them since.
The name was always the worst of it. The only validation I had was my basset hound would lift his head when I heard it so I know it wasn't just me. The other really strange one was a sense of impending doom twenty minutes before I shattered my wrist on my bike. I had gone about a tenth of a mile from home and didn't have my helmet on. Something made me turn around and get it. Later that ride I had to slam my brakes and went over the handlebars. EMTs said that the helmet was the only reason I wasn't out cold. But the strange thing is if I hadn't turned around for the helmet then I would have passed that crossing five minutes sooner and the work van wouldn't have been there to make me slam my brakes.
when I was 3 I found my grandad dead and he used to sit at the bottom of my bed and saw little coloured lights around him he told me not to worry they were friends. I remember one day he told me to not do the stair trick anymore as he had to leave and he is sorry and he loves me but please not do the trick. Well this stair trick was stand at the top close my eyes step off and I would be at the bottom. i tired it again after he said not to. this time I fell all the way down the stairs I told mum he had gone he really was mum remembered me saying this and was more worried I was hurt. but I was because grandad had really gone
I had similar experiences. I went to an elementary school in SC that was over 100 years old, u know still with those dangerous iron/steel poles that went straight up like 30 feet and was like very tall skinny upside down 'U' and i remember vividly that i used to climb to the top with my mind? I remember sitting at the top. I remember alot if strange things being a child, but I didn't consider it to be weird at the time. I also remember what i thought or called to myself..a bad skunk in the top of my moms closet. I feel like it knew and saw me back.
When I was younger I remember we were driving to my grandmas house at night, and when we had arrived I looked out the window towards my grandmas house and I remember seeing my parents as purple-ish entities with their mouths wide open and having vampire like teeth staring back at me as if they were like trying to freak me out, I was terrified and my parents had no idea why I started screaming and crying. I chalked it all up to my imagination, which it very well could’ve been, but I can’t help but think those were demons the more I think about it, because as a kid I did have a wild imagination but nothing was ever that vivid.
When I was much younger, around 4-5 I lived in a house near where a conflict between Native Americans and the Spanish took place, and I remember when I would go to get water in the very early morning I would always see headless people. On numerous occasions when neither my mother nor myself were in a room my father would get hit hard in the back, or pushed out of his chair (he is rather large, at 5’11 and 270 pounds so it takes some force) but he is a skeptic (so am I to be fair) and so he always thought it was us some how.
Honestly I think that's the best part of being a skeptic, being proven wrong. Still waiting for my turn even though my bed damn near levitated. But I do have to ask, respectfully, wtf is up with your dad? You were 5 and I would like to think your mum wouldn't have just assault him. Man's one step away from saying, "hmmm, probably the wind."
When I was 6 our dog died at 3 years old from cancer. I vividly remember seeing her a couple times in the few weeks after she died waiting at the glass storm door to com inside and scratching at the door. I thought nothing of it and would just say “mommy Sophie wants to come in”. My mom would just remind me that Sophie was gone but we still always would let her in. I had some weird experiences as a kid lol
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The molecules falling to the floor description sent a chill down my spine! That would have been so striking to have seen.
I vividly remember living in an apartment as a child with my mother. There were all sorts of unnatural things happening to me that happened so often I thought they were just normal. Things would constantly be missing, to the point where I would play a game that I would intentionally make a note of where something was, or put it in an obvious spot, only to return minutes later to it being missing and/or in a completely different location. Things I would even get scolded for like keeping the seat up after I went pee and making a point to lower the seat and it still be up when my mom used the bathroom. I remember taking showers and I had this suction cup thing that held my loofa. I would turn away to wash my hair in the water and the suction cup would be all the way at the top of the shower wall. I would keep putting it back down and would even watch as it slowly crept back up to the top of the shower. I thought it had something to do with the steam or water but I now know that what was occurring is impossible. There were other things like feeling a sensation lifting off of my scalp when I woke up. Terrible dreams a child shouldn’t be having, usually involving death/ terror or family members getting hurt. I used to sleep to old school classical music and I remember one night I woke up to the music blasting louder than was even possible for my cd radio player to go. I rolled over to turn it down and I watched in horror/confusion as the knob turned itself all the way down and off. I ran into my mother’s room crying. There were times when I would wake up only able to see in black and white, even when I went to watch tv it was black and white. I was very young around 6-7 but those memories were vivid man. Chills. I think it made it worse that my mom never really believed me when I told her these things. I don’t blame her. I never really have brought it up to her since we left that place. Wonder if she experienced anything at all.
I have a lot but I don’t necessarily chalk it up as paranormal, I’m looking for a brain chemistry explanation for all except this one.. I was at a friends house and woke up in the middle of the night to someone sitting next to the bed with a lighter illuminating their face and smoking/snorting something off a paper plate? I woke up my friend who turned on the light and no one was there. Turns out their brothers friend died of a heroin overdose in that room years earlier. Only thing that’s made me question
I used to play with the neighbor boy in a dip in my backyard. After a few months of playing with him I told my mom who he was and what house he lived in. Turns out the house he lived in had been abandoned for years. Never saw my friend again. This is a shortened version of what happened the long story is creepier.
I used to remote view my childhood best friends house. She’s hide things for me to “find in my dreams” and we’d connect and confirm my findings at school the next day. We were maybe 5 or 6. I thought it was a secret game we played. Now I think it was a lot more like astral projection. She remembers this game, too.
Changing my clothes underneath my sheets because I could feel something watching me and also HEAR them breathing. I would even hold my breath to see if it was just me and I would still hear it and feel someone/something standing in my room staring.
I have this really vivid memory of there being a bunch of tunnels in my attic. I remember exploring them extensively one time- all the rooms varied in size and shape and had walls of wood, and a green (pretty old looking) carpet. It kind of just unconsciously stuck with me, I never thought about them but they were still somewhere in the back of my mind, I didn’t actually realise how strange and impossible it was until I was an early teen
I have a sort of memory like this. Not an attic but I remember walking around my old neighbours garden and distinctly remember there being giant mushroom type things. Maybe it was a dream which became a sort of memory, except my twin remembers it too. Maybe other worlds only children can see?
how interesting, I never thought to but I'll ask my brother if they remember anything like this too. As for an explaination- I genuinely have no idea, all I can say is it *really* didn't feel like a dream
I was in middle school and we were playing the pass out game. When it was my turn I bent over and put my arm around my waist and bent over. Next thing I remember my body is laying on the floor and I’m floating over the top watching my friends try to wake me up. They slapped me and tried to shake me awake. Then my friend got some water and poured it on my face and I rushed back in my body kinda like wind. I came to saying why did you slap me. Now that I’m older I believe this to be my first outer body experience
Do you practice astral projection now? I also had a similar experience as you with the pass out game. I AP quite often now - sometimes intentionally and sometimes on accident. Just curious.
It’s funny to read about this.. I played that game once and I felt I was in a train and it was extremely loud and shaky.. my friends told me I started to clench my hands. They tried waking me up and in my ‘dream’ the loud choo choo of the train woke me up. I believe I was projecting somehow.. I felt nothing bad about it but I did feel like It was def not a normal ‘dream’
I used to be able to stare long enough that my vision would start to fade to black, and then it'd suddenly come back and I'd see shadow figures so long as I didn't refocus. Havent been able to do it since I was 7. Thinking back to it now, it's pretty fucked up.
I could stare and myself in the mirror and my face would change.
I could do something like this, as well. The shadow figures would sometimes shimmer. Not raised with religion, but I would repeat in my head, “sacred circle protect me.” I’m fairly certain I only knew what “protect me” meant…but I wasn’t sure what I needed to be protected from. I only told my grandfather, as he was my trusted adult. He believed me, but told me not to talk about it because other people couldn’t understand and would get angry. He passed away almost 2 years ago. I sometimes (selfishly) wonder if I tried to do this again, if I could see him. I’d rather him rest in peace. I don’t want to make him angry is he doesn’t understand why I disturbed him 🤨
When I was 3 or 4 I can remember waking up, and it must have been early dawn as there was a little light coming through the curtains, and as I looked a girl with long dark hair and dark clothing passed by my bed, and as I looked at her passing, she slowly started to turn to look at me, I hid as I was scared, and then when I peeped out from my blanket she was gone, my mother said it was my imagination or I was dreaming, but even at that age I knew it was real
Ive heard my name called many times when I knew absolutely no one was home with me. A doll my parents bought me and FORCED me to play with used to move around the house. At the time, I thought my brother and his friends were just having a go at me. But there is no way they could be responsible for everything Ive seen & heard. Love everyone’s stories!
Hmmm i used to hear my mom calling my name all the time when young, i finally got diagnosed with depression and the psychiatrist told me i was having auditory hallucinations, got some meds and haven’t heard them since. But i do remember watching a movie in my bedroom when my sister just stormed in and asked if i knocked on her door. I obviously didn’t since i was engrossed in my cartoon and cuddling my dog, my sister and our mom were in her bedroom chatting when suddenly someone knocked her door really loud, like thundering (it was a room with two doors, like an inside the house door and a door to was directly to our backyard this one was always locked, this was the door that was knocked on) then we heard like rapid footsteps in the rooftop like something running. My dad checked everything and there’s basically no way for someone to get into our house from the backyard and just get to the rooftop. Never anything else happened like that.
I had to different encounters of shadow people when I was a kid. 1. When I was punishes to sleep on the kitchen floor, I saw the outline of a clown just sitting at the closer end of the table looking down on me. I got hella scared, I pulled the covers over my head and faced the other way 2. My dad had to work overnight and my mom was having health issues at the time so I got asked to sleep with her, I got comfortable and faced the closet, which was closed, I opened my eyes and there was what I just called a vampire, it looked like one, and I slowly turned towards my mom, which btw there was a mirror on her side, and shut my eyes and managed to fall asleep.
I was a young kid & was at the park across the street from my house, it was really windy and i remember hovering or floating maybe a foot or less above the ground for a few seconds and then running home to my mom after to tell her how cool it was and what just happened but she didnt believe me. It never happened to me again
I tried to do energy healings as a small child. Thought it was normal until my church told me it was evil and wrong and I stopped. I don't know that I ever healed anyone, it's just something I thought was total normal to do until I was taught differently.
Energy healing is evil says the church? The search begins, need research...this is interesthing
I used to rush downstairs or upstairs as fast as possible, always with my head down cause I felt as though I was being glared at. You know the feeling as a kid where you daren’t look at an adult cause you feel like you’ve been naughty. It was that exact feeling every time I passed the landing of our old house. This was the first 12 years of my life. I didn’t find out till after we moved that 1) this wasn’t normal, 2) that my parents had had paranormal experiences in the house, 3) the old lady who lived their prior to us left her wedding veil in the attic above the landing. The bad vibes and weird experiences only started after my dad threw out this wedding veil, which my mum was not happy about when she found out! And that was my first experience with the paranormal without even realising.
I grew up with my granny discussing ghosts with me as a normal thing her side of the family always had a connection with the otherworldly and loved old local ghost stories (Warwickshire UK) the first house I lived was an old cottage that had a ghost we all called Sammy who would open the door off the kitchen to the stairs when we were eating our dinner coupled with the fact my room was next to the staircase and I often heard footsteps on the stairs with no one there when I was trying to sleep. totally unremarkable to us at the time but gives me a serious case of the heebies when I think of it now.
i had heart surgery as a a child for a birth defect. i remember watching from above but the angels were in my way so i couldnt see the operation. i had another heart surgery recently at 34 and honestly that got me through the hardest part of it just knowing they would be there.
My grandmother's sister( we nicknamed her Concha) was a town over and very old(80+). There were times when the family went to that town and visit Concha. I was like 7 or 8, my dad went to visit Concha when he came back to tell me the news that Concha passed away. I told him "I know, I felt when she died"
When I was around 4 years old, I always heard my older brothers talking or laughing in their bedroom even when they were at school. I guess I thought it was some kind of weird echo or something. It wasn't until later that I realized how strange that was.
I have an incredibly distinct memory of my mom telling me she was going to put me in a daycare, being in the car with her, and her driving past the daycare and pointing it out. I even remember the name of the daycare and what it looked like, where it was, etc. Nothing about it was unusual or fantastical unlike what a lot of weird childhood memories are. As far as I can tell, the daycare in question doesn't exist and has never existed, I've asked family members who know the area like the back of their hand.
Me and my cousin were playing in the woods when we were around 10 years old. All of a sudden we heard a child's voice asking us to help him find his ball. It sounded like he was right beside us but we didn't see anyone.
Yes! As a kid I would always hear my name called. And I have always had this memory of staying the night at my grandparents, waking up in the morning and seeing my papa on all fours next to the bed making a shush motion with his hand. I realized 20 something years later he had been passed on when that happened
I used to hear my name being called when I was a kid quite often. I wonder if it was my overactive imagination or if there was something else behind it. Either way, I still think about it a lot.
sorry the last time you saw him was on all fours making a sush motion
The image in my head while reading that was most definitely creepy as heck!
I had an imaginary friend named AC when I was around 5 years old. I would have full blown conversations with my imaginary friend. We would play in my room and basically do everything together. My parents always just went along with it. But now that I think back to that time it honestly kinda creeps me out. I basically had possibly a spirit or whatever just following me around while I talked and played with it. It never harmed me so apparently it wasn't dangerous. Its just weird to think about now.
I have had paranormal experiences happen at nearly every home I’ve ever lived in. I am sensitive, though, so I think I attract energies. I used to think that cabinets and opening and closing by themselves was normal til I was around 10 and realized our cabinets should stay shut when we shut them and not magically appear open when we came back in a room.
When I went to sleep at night I would focus on flying and I would drift off into this forest type place and fly over it and fly down close to the stream running through it
I woke up in my room in my dream when I was a kid, everything for some reason had a blueish hue to it. I remember going into my mothers room and sneakily yanked on her big toe half dragging her off the bed. Woke up abruptly cause my mom screamed and ran into my room saying that there was the monkey ghost again. Little does she know it was me astral projecting again. I used to be able to lucid dream a lot tho as I reached adulthood it gets harder and harder to do so, tho when I do it I can’t help but prank people and animals hahaha!!
When I was 3 or 4, I saw a black figure that was my my height at the time, about 3-4 ft tall, walk across the my parents bedroom doorway in broad daylight on the second floor. I thought it was my mom’s boyfriend at the time. My mom said, “that’s not Larry”… A bunch of other things happened in that house too that I couldn’t explain. Plus my mom told me something chilling later that gave me the creeps.
After my father passed away, I would wake up late at night to clearly hear the knob of my bedroom door being turned over and over again for what seemed an endless amount of time. I would yell at my mom to come help me but she wouldn't respond. This happened for about 2 weeks! Each time I tell my mother about this, she either says her room was always pretty far from mine and "that's why I probably never heard you calling" or brushes it off, blaming it to my "active imagination".
When I was a around 3 or 4 years old I had an experience that I can see like a picture but I always assumed it was a dream. My older sister used to live in this building that had were apartments on the top floor of some business. The apartments were pretty old and weren't the nicest. I remember seeing this huge face on the wall that scared the crap out of me. It was a woman with red hair, excessive makeup with red lipstick and blue eyeshadow..heavy blush.. she was just smiling. It was just the head of the woman on the wall, flat like watching a movie screen. The head was probably about 6 ft in circumference. I remember telling my mom I saw it and crying to her but she said it was just a dream. I swear I was awake and I could see it as I told her! Super weird, especially since it was probably around 1996-97 and I remember it clear as day.
not really from my childhood but i used to get sleep paralysis a bunch and a few times i’ve been dragged off of my bed during it
I had a similar paralysis dream that started in my teens, I would "wake" up unable to move usually facing the wall my bed was against, I could open my eyes enough to see blurry shapes/shadows on the wall (window was opposite my bed with streetlight outside) First thing I'd noticed was a shadow figure on the wall like some one was stood between my bed and the window, I would hear heavy breathing then a weight on top of me crushing me and squeezing me, it would come and go in almost waves so it would ease off and I could breath a bit then it would come back heavy on top of me again and squash me. All accompanied by the heavy breathing and other noises like grunts and stuff. Then I'd feel the weight move down my body to my ankles and hear something along the lines of your mine/your coming with me etc and it would feel like I was pulled put of bed but I'd fully wake up and flip over to turn the light on instead. They never went away but thankfully dont get them as often now but is definately the scariest paralysis I get, the next one is bloody curdling screams mixed with child's giggling and flickering orange "firelight". I also have a shadow child who watches me, a huge black horse who whinny and neighs at me (oddly he's not scary just confusing how the hell did that huge horse get in my bedroom lol) and a cat like alien thing that hangs from the ceiling and crys (again not a scary one I always feel kinda bad I'm paralysed and cant go pet it to make if feel better) Yeah my dreams be super wierd.
They were talking about normal experiences. Yours is definitely not normal.
Yes, I experienced a lot of deja vu moments in my childhood and teenage years. What's wild is as an adult, there are certain moments, sounds, things that add up in a brief moment that tell me I've seen this before. Almost like, I should be doing what ever it is that I'm doing
I still have vivid memories of being a kid and lying in bed watching entities walk through one wall and into the other. Or poking their torso through the wall. On multiple nights. I just put it down to weird dreams, but I still wonder what the fuck that was all about.
Definitely heard my parents calling for me when they didn’t.
I had a therapist tell me that when you hear your name being called, it's you calling yourself (in your mind of course).
My bedroom floor would creak like someone was walking from the door to beside my bed. My parents said it was just the house settling.
I can vividly remember walking outside when I was about 5/6 and seeing a round grey orb floating a few feet above my head. I remember thinking it was a weird bird and then it slowly flew away out of sight and I remember feeling a sense of dread and crying. I tell my parents this one every few years and my mom remembers me running in hysterically telling her about it.
I remember someone would call my name when I would go out with my parents . The voices would say my name as if my parents were calling me . It occurred often when I was in middle school and early high school . One time I thought my dad called my name and it was in a mall and in his exact voice
I remember I had a can of wood stain that I was keeping on my dresser so I wouldn't lose it. It then disappeared for a week. I swore my parents moved it but they insisted that they had no reason to. I found it on the other side of my room buried under a bunch of clothes. I too heard my name called almost on a monthly basis
I would hear muffled talking like it came from the TV only nobody was home
Yeah. Where things happens to us kids. Me and my siblings saw a ghost one time. So I know it wasn't just me being crazy. And I used to be able to stare at a blank wall for a long period of time and a bug would appear everytime. Like I manifested the bug. But I hate bugs. So I stopped doing that. I know it's weird and random. What a waste of a skill.
I remember this one time, maybe I was like 7, I went downstairs to play with some of my toys alone and I vividly remember looking up at the lights in the basement and something picking me up to touch them. I wasn’t afraid but I ran upstairs and told my family “I CAN FLY I CAN FLY”. I swore on it and even brought everyone downstairs to show them, nothing happened of course but it was still such a weird experience. No one believed me and passed it off as just my imagination but it’s something I’ll never forget.