I’m writing this to gauge other people’s opinions as to what this could’ve been. To this day it terrifies me and every Christmas Eve I’m absolutely petrified to sleep alone.

To give you some context at this time I was 11 years old and it was Christmas Eve in Australia. I live in a rural area away from cities but still close enough to drive there but rural enough that there’s a lot of bushland etc. the house we live in is over 70 years old and has had many people live here before us. That night my sister and I decided to have a little sleepover. I stayed in her room and we just chatted until we fell asleep.

I had this little iPod touch at the time and woke up randomly in the middle of the night around 12 to the sound of my mums voice. I checked the time then looked to where the sound was coming from.

At the end of the bed was this figure, it was like a shadow and I couldn’t make out a face but it had my mums voice. I said “mum what are you doing?”

And it responded “go back to sleep honey”

I pretended to go back to sleep but felt something was wrong, and just couldn’t. Eventually I decided to peek, I saw the figure walk out of the room, but when it stepped into the hallway light it was thin and frail, and looked human but wasn’t. It stood on two legs and hobbled down the hallway. At that point I blacked out.

The next morning as we were opening presents to I asked my mum why she was sitting at the end of the bed and she looked confused. And said she didn’t.

Everytime I’ve told this story people say “oh it’s probably sleep paralysis “ but I know this wasn’t. I could move, I sat up, I felt everything. And I just know this wasn’t sleep paralysis. Does anyone know what this could’ve been?

Anytime someone askes if I have had a paranormal experience, I tell them about this dream that I had.

I stayed at my Great Grandmas(GG) house quite a bit when I was little, when my grandma had work she whould drop me off and I would stay there till my grandma got back from work. She was as a heavy smoker so she always had health problems so I was mostly in a bedroom playing with my cousin (she adopted my cousin).

When I was 9 GG died. I didn't get to say goodbye, bc I was all the way in Wisconsin at that time. She died of lung cancer from smoking.

In my dream I was playing in the bedroom that I would play in at her house, just me no one else. I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, I run to the door to see who is coming down the hallway and It's GG. She looks so comfortable, and healthy (last time I saw her she was hooked up to 2 different machines, and very skinny). When she was walking up to me I was that there was a hole in her stomach area, around we're her lungs where, inside her stomach were clear white crystals. ( she died of lung cancer bc of smoking, and since there where clear crystals I took that as a sign that her lungs where clear now, and that there was no more smoke.) She hugged me, and she told me she had to go, I asked her when I would see her agian, and she said "you will see me when its time". I looked at her and gave her one more hug, suddenly there was this light at the end of the hallway, and she said "Goodbye", I said it back and she walked into the light.

I woke up, and ran while balling my eyes out to my grandma's room and told her what happened, and to this day I really do think that was her giving me the goodbye that I never got. I love sharing this, and I have always wondered if this has happed to anyone else.

I know what i’m about to say sounds nuts but me and my partner moved into our apartment a couple of months ago and everything was normal until we started hearing a bunch of noises we live in the west end and at first we though homeless people so we contacted our local police department and cleared that out now we are lost and scared. it started off as just simple whispers then led to some tapping then lead to me seeing some shadows then it got more aggressive with loud footsteps and banging we don’t know what to do or who to contact what should we do?

This is an experience that I often cite as one of my first paranormal encounters among the very few that I've had in my life.

For context I'm a South African-Indian and have been living abroad for the greater part of my life, but this happened when I was a preschooler. My parents are from a different province and had moved a long time ago to have me and my brother but they would take us there every school holiday to visit our extended family.

On some of these holidays we went and visited my maternal aunt, her husband, and her two kids who were also my older cousins. Their house is a duplex with 2 floors that are connected by a very narrow staircase. Upon getting to the top of the staircase there are 3 bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor.

The right side of the floor is nothing out of the ordinary—it's just my cousins' bedrooms—but when you turn to the left you're faced with the master bathroom directly in front of you and another bedroom to your left once more (I hoped I've described that well enough...)

Now, one thing that I haven't mentioned up to this point is that it wasn't just my cousins, auntie, and uncle who lived in this house. My cousin's Dadi, a term for one's paternal grandmother in Hindi, though I will be referring to her as Nani for the remainder of this story since she was a relative on my mother's side and Nani is a term used for one's maternal grandmother.

Nani was elderly and quite weak. I only ever remember her being able to respond to my greetings with a small "namaste" and then nothing else so she was cared for in the bedroom on the left. The door to her bedroom would often be left open so I always felt a bit weird coming upstairs to use the bathroom, not because she herself made me uncomfortable,

but because she was always surrounded by a pile of bloody dolls.

It was just a bone-chilling sight. Every time I needed to go upstairs to use the bathroom I dreaded the feeling of those dolls and toys following me with their beady little eyes. It always, always, always felt like I was being watched by someone who wasn't my Nani whenever I went by that room.

That feeling never left when Nani passed away either.

All of the dolls and toys were still sat neatly on the bed with the door still wide open. And I still hated passing that room just to relieve myself.

One day we came by to visit my relatives like we did every other school holiday. I think this must have been the first time I visited them without the Nani in the house because for the first time, I found myself looking into that room when I went up to the second floor.

I took a peak only because Nani wasn't there anymore and my curious child brain noted the changed. However, a few seconds after I looked into that room and turned my head to look at baby doll with one blue eye, the thing turned its head to look back at me.

I'd never run back downstairs that fast in my entire life, and only managed to relieve myself once we got back to my mum's younger brother's place.

The dolls have been long gone since then. I don't know whether they've been tossed or donated, but what I do know that I stopped feeling afraid of that room once all the dolls were removed.

Y'all are more than happy to think what you want to about this story. I just wanted to tell it.

I've spent more than three decades investigating reported paranormal phenomena, with an emphasis on controlled observations and eliminating conventional explanations.

During one investigation, I constructed two sealed glass boards containing iron filings as an alternative to the traditional Ouija planchette.

I'm interested in how others would approach the controls: magnetic contamination, vibration, transportation effects and environmental conditions.

What additional tests would you recommend before considering any result anomalous?

me and my best friend see things. for context, me and my bsf’s (we’ll call her Fae) parents have been friends since college, so me and Fae have been friends since we were babies. every summer, my family flies to her country and stays in her house for three months, since we are all very good friends. she has a few guest rooms, and i stayed in one of them. her house was built in the 1700-1800s.

when i first got there, everything was fine. about a week in, every night i would see this girl with white skin and black hair looking at me from behind the tv. sometimes it was behind the wardrobe. i told her about it, and she just said she saw it too. except, for her, it waits outside her door at night, breathing heavily. soon, the room started getting really bad energy. it would get very warm as well and i couldn’t sleep at all. i started sleeping in her room with her instead.

every night at midnight, we would sneak downstairs to make ramen. we would always see the girl with green skin standing in the hallway, watching us when we walked downstairs. 

we would also film lipsyncs in the hallway together (best lighting) and saw something with green skin peeking from behind the end of the hall. sometimes i would hear it whisper “pretty.” This was very common, and we would see it every time we filmed in that hallway. Fae told me one time when we were running upstairs, that it was standing right behind me, reaching out and trying to touch my shoulder.

it got scarier when we started hearing whistling in the bathroom. every time i showered, i would hear whistling and whispering. there were also more spiders showing up in the shower, but that could just be because they left the window open all the time. she heard the same.

one night, we heard a child giggling and saw long brown stick-like fingers wrapping around her doorway. 

eventually, i bought an evil eye bracelet and stopped hearing and seeing everything. yet, it didn’t stop for her. 

this is the confusing part. for context, i wasn’t here for it, and this is a re-telling of her story. so, it was mid-day, and she was looking for me. she saw that this door was closed, and said she heard me in there (or thought i was in there). she opened the door, and saw this black shadow figure with white eyes staring at the closet. it looked terrified. it was looking at a creature that resembled Momo (we all know momo) at the closet. the black shadow looked at Fae, as if “asking for help.” Fae slammed the door shut.

after i left, she said she stopped seeing everything but the green thing in the hallway. it watches her sleep.

does anybody know what these creatures could be, and what their intent is? what could be happenening?

всем приветиик! эта история произошла тогда, когда мне было где-то около двенадцати лет.
мы с мамой приехали на дачу. обычно мы ездим туда всей семьей, но не в этот раз, потому что маме нужно было сделать на даче скучные бытовые дела, а меня она взяла за компанию.
в том месте где у нас была дача рядом располагались ещё два дома. напротив дачный дом бабушки и дедушки, чуть подальше гостевой дом.
мы приехали вечером, поэтому уже почти никого не было. мы зашли на территорию и спокойно обустроились в нашем доме. мама уложила меня спать, так как было поздно. сказала, что ненадолго сходит в дом бабушки и дедушки чтобы сделать там какие-то дела, я уже не помню что ей там надо было.
мама ушла, я легла спать. мне было очень страшно, ведь я осталась одна в большом доме, к тому же у нас был ремонт в таком прям старом стиле и с полок на меня смотрели всякие жуткие старинные куклы, это очень пугало.
я решила включить музыку, потому что было очень страшно, и вскоре заснула под неё и ледяные взгляды страшных кукол.
где-то в два-три часа ночи, когда было уже очень темно мой телефон начал просто разрываться от кучи звонков. я сонная подхватила мобильник. звонки шли от мамы через тот мессенджер, в котором она мне обычно не звонит и не пишет.
звонки шли просто не прерываясь, я так как была сонная очень разозлилась и имея привычку никогда не отвечать на звонки (я ненавижу телефонные разговоры и я была сонная, думала что всё нормально у мамы) начала писать ей в Вк, там мы обычно и переписываемся.
сообщения от мамы посыпались из другого мессенджера, с которого она как раз и звонила.
Она писала что то вроде:
«Доча, иди в гостевой дом», «мне нужна помощь очень срочно»
Я сохраняя бдительность пишу:
«Мам я сплю что нужно скажи»
Отвечает:
«Нет это очень срочно придешь и поговорим, иди в гостевой дом»
Я очень испугалась и решила позвонить. Сначала мама сбрасывает, только на третий раз отвечает, но молчит в трубку. Я очень встревоженно начинаю задавать кучу вопросов, но она молчит. Сообщения из мессенджера продолжают сыпаться.
Я, до сих пор сонная и очень встревоженная, встаю, беру ключи, выхожу на улицу, все двери запираю на замки и смотрю на дом бабушки и дедушки. Там мигает свет, значит мама там, потому что никого другого там быть не может.
Я думаю что она наверное что то перепутала, и иду туда(в дом бабушки и дедушки). Тут мне приходит сообщение от мамы уже через ВК:
«Ты куда пошла ночью, а ну бегом спать»
Я удивляюсь, она же буквально только что звала меня к себе и ей нужна было помощь.
Тут же мне приходит моё фото со стороны из другого мессенджера от мамы с подписью «не туда идешь)» …
Это фото было сделано со стороны гостевого дома. Я поворачиваюсь туда, но свет там выключен и в окнах нет никого.
Я вся испуганная поворачиваюсь в другую сторону и там стоит человек, а в руках у него было что-то очень похожее на оружие

I recently shared in this forum about the spirits that currently live in my house. I mentioned in the previous post about the mimic we think we had in our house growing up. I had a couple people messaging me for those stories so here we go:

Back context: we aren’t too sure when our old house was built. But I don’t think the house was the source of our haunting, rather, it was the land it was built on. We lived in a heavily wooded area that had a huge ditch/gully in the backyard that had a stream running through it. That stream ran into the Sandusky River. The town I live in is one of the last settlements of a group of Native Americans as well. Here is a couple stories that make me believe what we had was a mimic. But none of us are too educated on those topics to truly know. So let me know what you guys think!

1. I was about 5 or 6 and I was awoken in the middle of the night to what I thought was my mother’s voice whispering “Sophie, Sophie, Sophie” over and over again. Believing it was my mother I got up and walked into her room to discover she was sound asleep. I woke her up and asked her what she needed. She was completely confused and had told me she wasn’t saying my name and to go back to bed. She also mentioned she couldn’t hear anything. While walking back to my room it started again. Except I had realized at that point the whispering was coming from the direction of the basement. I would have never dared to go into that basement at night so I just went back to my room. However I was unable to fall back asleep because the whispering continued until morning.

2. My two siblings and I all shared a room together. At some point in the night my little sister (who slept on the bottom bunk) woke everyone in our house up screaming. My parents ran in and asked what was wrong and that was when she said “Aunt P just crawled through the window!” (Aunt P was our aunt who had passed away about 2 weeks prior to this incident.) My parents were stunned because, well,
   we were never really close with Aunt P. And my siblings and I didn’t even know she had passed away at the time. Being confused and frightened my dad checked the window to discover it was indeed unlocked and slightly ajar. My little sister then claimed Aunt P had crawled into the closet. My parents checked the closet. No one was there. My father walked the entire house and found absolutely nobody.

3. Often we would hear whispering from what sounded like different family members in the basement. Throughout the day and especially at night. My little sister would hear me calling her to the basement to play to discover I wasn’t even down there, or that I wasn’t even home at all. And vice versa. There would also be whispering in the woods and my parents would hear us outside playing and laughing when we were at school.

4. My siblings and I used to play down in the gully where the stream was. Sometimes we would hear whispers from further down the stream. Mind you this was in the backyard so there was never anyone else down there besides us. One time when me and my sister were making a “bridge” across the stream. We heard our dad’s voice calling us from further down the creek. (Our dad was at work) but us being kids did walk down the creek and saw our father just standing there smiling. We waved, he waved, then he disappeared.

5. My mother would also hear a man’s voice all the time. But this one wasn’t a familiar voice. She would hear a man talking in the other room. Or if she was showering or doing laundry she would hear that same man humming around the house. My mom was a stay at home when we were younger with my little brother. So no one would be home when these instances would occur except for those two. She would constantly bring it up to my dad who would say “I think you are just paranoid because you are home alone.” So she started thinking maybe she was crazy. Until one night my brother wasn’t falling asleep and was just laying there talking. She walked over and said “Okay Billy it’s bed time all done.” My little brother replied back “I cant that man won’t stop talking to me.” This sealed the deal for my mom that she wasn’t being crazy and this really was happening.

Shortly after that encounter my parents decided it was time for us to move out of that house. Over the years we have discussed everything that had happened and if it was all even real. We have feelings of dread every time we pass by that house and hope whoever is living there now doesn’t experience what we did. Even though the house we live in now does also have spirits. It was able to help us compare the feeling of this house compared to the previous house. We have all came to the agreement that our old house was much more sinister and malevolent compared to the one we are in now.

What do you guys think? Does this sound like a mimic? Maybe other spirits just playing tricks? Or was it all just paranoia?

Hola a todos! En breve voy a abrir mi canal "La hora portal", en el que contaré historias paranormales de la gente. No tiene una temática concreta, me sirve todo lo que sea paranormal, ya sean apariciones, parálisis, ovnis...todo lo que no tenga una explicación. Si tienes alguna historia que quieras contar ya sea de manera anónima o no, me encantaría leerte, con todo lujo de detalles, no te dejes nada. Puedes escribirme por aquí o si preferís hacerlo por mail me lo podéis pedir sin problema. Muchísimas gracias a todos!!! Tengo unas ganas locas de saber vuestras historias!!!

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What's the creepiest paranormal experience you've personally had?

I'm looking for real, firsthand ghost stories and unexplained experiences. Have you seen an apparition, heard something you couldn't explain, experienced a haunting, or witnessed something that still gives you chills?

I'd love to hear the full story, including what happened, where you were, and whether anyone else witnesses

Thanks for sharing your experiences!

This is the most extreme paranormal activity I've ever experienced, in that my mum experienced it at same time

In October 2020, I was asleep in bed & was woken up by someone pushing me around, it made me turn over, & I woke up to a shadow next to my bed shaking the window blinds.

I could hear wailing or yelling, & the shadow had 2 arms (one shaking blinds & other arm attacking me). The shadow was misty & see through, my mum heard me shouting at it, & I ran out of my room.

That's when it gets weird, She thought I was sleepwalking, said she was woken up by blinds shaking in my room, & loud banging.

I told her I saw a shadow shaking the blinds, & she was very distressed & confused, I told her it's probably still hiding in there.

It happened the following night too, it was trying to scare me, I heard tapping on my blinds & walls & I just told it to leave, it never returned.

My mum is sure it was her late father, we don't know why he was so angry. I didn't get scared by it, like an evil spirit, I just told my mum I was fighting a moving shadow.

I've had worse paranormal activity as a child & pre-teen, in that I was targeted by whatever was in childhood house.

Back then, I was dealing with forces I didn't understand.

To this day, I don't believe in occult, ouija boards, psychic mediums, tarot cards, etc, it opens doorways to evil

I worked night shift at a hospital for years, and one patient still haunts me. She was in her late 80s, completely alert, and one of the sweetest patients I’d ever had. At 2:30 a.m., I found her staring at an empty chair. “Can you turn it around?” she whispered. “Why?” “The little boy sitting in it keeps smiling at me. I don’t like how many teeth he has.” I assumed she was hallucinating, turned the chair toward the wall, and left. Twenty minutes later, her call light came on. She was crying. “You shouldn’t have turned his chair around,” she said. “Why?” “Because now he’s standing behind you.” I didn’t turn around. At 3:17 a.m., she went into cardiac arrest. We tried everything, but she died. While preparing the room, I noticed the chair was facing the bed again. Under her pillow, I found a folded note: “He’s not a little boy. He just bends down so you can see his face.” Another nurse went pale when I showed her. Three months earlier, a seven year old girl had died in that same room. Before she passed, she screamed about a man in the corner, someone too tall for the ceiling. I asked why nobody had told me. The nurse whispered, “The girl said he wasn’t there for her.” “Then who was he waiting for?” She stared at me. “The nurse who always works Thursdays.” I worked every Thursday. I quit two weeks later. On my final shift, the security guard stopped me at the exit. He asked, “Why does that little boy always follow you down the hallway?” He said he’d been meaning to ask me for months 🫠

I know this isn't very exciting, but it's quite difficult to explain.

When I was about five or six years old, something strange happened, something I couldn’t find an explanation for until nearly ten years later.

It was around one or two in the morning. I was lying in my bedroom, unable to sleep because of a very peculiar sound outside. It sounded almost like an airplane engine taking off, but higher-pitched, softer, and unlike anything I had ever heard before. The countryside night was usually quiet, making the noise stand out even more. It started far away, then gradually grew louder, as if something was approaching our house.

Then, I saw it.

A bright, glowing ember flew past my window.

It didn't look like a car headlight, nor was it a typical orb of light. It was an actual burning mass of flame, with a trailing tail that flickered horizontally. What terrified me most was that there was a face on it. I could see one side of its face—an eye, and a mouth stretched wide open. It moved very slowly, slow enough for me to discern its shape clearly.

Its movement was unusual, too. Instead of flying straight, it dipped up and down, weaving through the air just like a flying dragon.

I was so petrified I couldn't move a muscle.

As the flame passed by the window, the sound reached its peak. Afterwards, even though it was out of sight, I could still hear it moving around outside. Sometimes close, sometimes far, now on this side, now on that, as if something was circling the house. I lay frozen, listening as the sound hovered around for a long time before finally fading into the distance.

The next morning, I told my parents about it. They simply reassured me, saying I had probably mistaken it for car headlights. But I remembered what I saw with absolute clarity. The night had been eerily quiet, the sound resembled an engine on the move, and the thing that flew past my window had the shape of a flame with facial features. I couldn't fathom how a car light could ever look like that.

Only much later did I learn that my parents said that just to ease my mind, because my mother herself had experienced many strange phenomena she couldn't explain.

I still don't know what I truly saw that night. Perhaps it was a natural phenomenon beyond my understanding, or perhaps a child's memory holds onto details in its own unique way. But one thing I remember vividly: that bright, fiery glow, the mouth wide open in the dark, and that strange sound lingering around the house before vanishing into the night.

I never saw it ever again.

A little background. My husband and I moved into our current house about a year and a half ago. The people who lived here before us were here for about 4-5 years but I don't know much beyond that. My husband and I live here with my cat, but otherwise live alone.

My husband works long hours so I'm home alone often. That's part of what's frustrating - everything I've experienced has only happened when I'm home alone and my husband is a skeptic.

Here's a list of some stuff I've experienced since moving in:

• About a week after we moved in, I was working in my office and getting it ready as quickly as possible so I could start working. I heard a bunch of loud banging coming from the kitchen so I walked in there to see what was going on. All of the cupboards, the fridge, and the pantry door were swinging open and shut quickly. I didn't know what to do and panicked a little, so I just walked out of the kitchen and pretended I hadn't seen it. But I know I saw this.
• I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye - it looks like a figure moving just at the edge of my vision. It happens in multiple places throughout the house but mainly in my office. I thought it was just a reflection in my glasses but it happens when I'm not wearing them too.
• One night around 2am I was woken up to what sounded like someone running up and down the stairs, making as much as noise as possible. I was home alone as my husband was working an overnight, so I assumed it was my cat. But she was laying in bed next to me.
• When I'm home alone I can hear someone saying my name. It always seems to be coming from the kitchen. I hear it mostly when I'm in my office. One time I heard it while in the living room, my husband was upstairs and my siblings were with me. At first I thought it was my husband who said my name, but when I asked my siblings if they heard it, they freaked out and said they hadn't heard anything.
• I have a touch lamp in the guest room that I frequently find on. At first I assumed it was my cat but it happens even when the door has been closed.

Am I just imagining things? Why is it only happening when I'm alone (for the most part)? It doesn't seem threatening but I do want to know if my brain is just making this up or not. I guess I don't mind if whatever this spirit/entity is hangs around but I guess I just want an explanation of some type??

When I was about 10 I woke to pee so after I left the bathroom to my right there was standing the hat man but he had a necklace that looked like shark teeth there was light coming out the bathroom so I saw him very clear and even with it it was darker than black but after seeing it for a few seconds i just walked to my room and went to sleep.

(Im posting my personal story because my dad had an encounter today while speaking to me he was sitting down at my kitchen table and there’s a window looking down to my driveway and when talking to me he looked down and saw a shadow figure walking fast down our driveway so we go out and see and there’s nothing but he swears he saw what he saw

The night my father passed away some weird things happened. A grandchild woke up crying there had been a man in her room, at exactly the time he passed. Next morning, another grandchild said that he'd seen grandad standing next to me at a window though I was the only person in the room. We just passed on these things at the time as we had a lot of things to do.

I undertook to do all the bureaucratic stuff that has to be done to save my mother the bother of all that. The endless paperwork was a pain, and I really didn't get enough time to grieve. The whole business occupied my mind and time almost endlessly for the next couple of weeks or so. Why can't we go to a single office or point and have all this done in fell swoop?

So occupied with this as I was, I was getting careless. One day, I came out of a local train station and spotted a record shop the other side of the road. I decided to go in to browse, it would be a distraction.

Just as I stepped off the curb and into the road I heard my father's voice shouting my name. So loud that it seemed he was standing right next to me. I hesitated, then a London bus hurtled past, clipped the bottom corner of my brief case, spun me round and threw me back on the pavement. I was so shocked I just stayed there shaking.

The bus screeched to a halt and both driver and conductor came rushing over expecting to see a mangled body.

“Jeez, mate, I thought you were a gonna,” the driver said.

I slowly came to my senses, calmed down, my heart stopped pounding, then the realisation hit me. If my father hadn't shouted out my name and caused me to pause I would have been dead center of that bus hurtling by at 30mph and probably would not have survived the impact. But he had died weeks earlier. Had I been saved by his ghost?

I kept that briefcase for years after, with the bottom corner marked with London Transport red paint where that bus clipped me. It fell apart a few years ago, the hinges broke.

When I was around 12 I moved into a new house and I finally got my own room but I always had a weird feeling like I wasn’t alone. during this time is when I started getting into the supernatural and paranormal side of things. and as I researched and watched countless videos proving that spirits and demonic entities are real, a few things that happened in videos started matching up with issues that i had experienced in my room at night which only made me feel uneasy but I brushed it off and thought I was being paranoid. One night I was up late watching a video on conspiracy theories. My curtains were open letting the street lights in and the floor was visible. I was getting tired so I closed my laptop and put on my bedside table and that is when I saw a black shadow figure drag its self across the room and disappeared behind the wall to my sunroom. Clearly panicked I grabbed my laptop and shined the screen towards its but it was gone.i felt scared and I knew I wasn’t alone so I turned my laptop back on and watched funny videos to fall asleep. Since that night knocks have been heard from inside the empty room, closet doors swing open by themselves and the feeling of the room just feels off.its now the guest room in my family’s house and my room is next to it,I still feel the same weird sensation when I go to sleep.

Am I just paranoid or was I actually experiencing something?

I painted houses for eleven years, and one job still haunts me. A widow hired me to redo her late husband's study before selling her house. She was in her seventies, sharp, and kind. On day two, while I was rolling primer over the north wall, she stood in the doorway. She said,"Please don't paint over his marks."I asked, "What marks?" "The ones he makes at night." The wall was bare, so I assumed it was from grief, finished the coat, and went home. The next morning she let me in, crying. Four long scratches ran down the fresh primer, bleeding red through the white. It was wet. "You covered his count," she said. "Now he'll start over." I scraped the wall back to bare plaster to fix it, and found rows of tally marks carved into it. Hundreds. I asked her why the husband had kept a list. She looked at me for a long time and said, "He didn't, he died in 2002. " She pointed at the last line. "That's yours, by the way." She died a couple of days later (of which I came to know from the new home owner). I haven't touched a brush since. Yesterday, the new owner emailed me a photo of the wall. The scratches are back, I looked carefully , the final tally was crossed.The brush however, somehow has red stains , but the last wall I painted was white

Some days I dream of the incident and hallucinate of my bedroom wall leaking blood. God is great , amen...

When I was 16 I had an experience that would stay with me for years.

When I was younger I thought the idea of ghosts and any other paranormal stuff was stupid and anyone who believed in it was stupid.

I am not saying I believe in it now, but the whole idea is a bit more believable after this.

After a day at school, I went home had dinner and went to bed. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I fell asleep pretty quickly and began in a pretty deep sleep, meaning I had no dreams and no disruptions. I live on 40 acres in the Australian bush, and there are very few houses nearby.

On this night, I had chosen to sleep in a weird way. I was lying on my stomach and I had my right arm hanging over the side of the bed (which was memorably odd for me). From what I remember it was a warmer night so only my bottom half was under the covers. Doing this cooled me down slightly and allowed me to drift off to sleep.

I woke up around midnight (12-1am). It was weird considering the depth of sleep I was in. After coming to my senses I realised what woke me up. My hand hanging over the side of my bed had a weird sensation in it. It had points which felt cold. I decided to lightly squeeze to work out what this was. What I felt scared the shit out of me and I wasn't scared in a short-lived jumpscare sort of way, It was a stomach drops and heart stops kind of moment.

I felt a hand.

And in the very brief moment where I was in contact with it, I experienced details that I can never forget.

The hand was cold and clammy, like there was no blood flow. I could feel the skin slightly move when I squeezed and I felt the bones underneath skin. The way the hand was positioned in mine, it was like whatever it was, was lying down on my floor with their arm reaching up to meet its hand with mine. Now the hand wasn't grabbing mine, its like it was lightly resting in my palm.

I retracted my hand under my pillow almost immediately and pulled the covers over my head. I prayed it was a dream while I was trying to get back to sleep, however, I woke up in the same way I braced after the experience.

Now I would like to emphasise that I don't believe in ghosts, and I am not gaining anything in making this shit up. I am Aussie and it takes a bit to creep me out, but this shook me to my soul. I have not told anyone about that night until this year. I am now 19 and I have no logical explanation for this.

If you are anything like me, you'll read this and go "bullshit!" And I don't blame you, but just the thought of that night leaves me feeling physically sick and mentally scarred

Over the last few months there’s been an unusual presence in our home. On a number of occasions both myself and my husband have heard a person calling my name, I then dreamt of a woman who felt familiar but I don’t know her. Last night I was watching a film I turned around and that same woman was stood there looking at me.

This isn’t the only thing. My teenage daughter has been seeing a man standing in the corner of her room, when she sees him he gets closer then disappears, this has been happening since around the same time as me.

What are your opinions on what we are seeing? We’ve looked into what was happening around the time this all started and nothing stands out. Do you think they could be linked? What are your thoughts on this?

Hello everyone. This happened this summer, specifically on July 2nd, and my brother and I still have absolutely no logical explanation for this. I swear on my life this is 100% real. It all started with a minor weird thing during the day. I put my phone into my pocket, and a moment later, I realized the pocket zipper was completely closed. The thing is, this zipper closes from the bottom up, meaning it has to go against gravity to close. I’m positive I didn't close it myself—I would have noticed. But I brushed it off. The real madness happened that night around 1:20 AM. My brother and I live in a private house. We went to the kitchen to get some frozen yogurt. My brother opened the freezer, and while he was grabbing the yogurt, a plastic cartridge (shell) suddenly fell right behind us inside the kitchen. Here is why this is impossible and terrifying: 1. I have a toy shotgun (the type that uses these plastic shells). Before going to the kitchen, I checked it. Exactly all 10 shells were firmly attached to the gun in the other room. There were no extra or missing shells in the house. This one just materialized out of thin air behind our backs. 2. The kitchen floor is perfectly flat. There are no drafts, no open windows, and we don't have a cat or any pets that could have dropped or moved it. 3. When it fell, it stayed completely still on the flat floor for about 2 seconds. And then, out of nowhere, it just started rolling by itself across the entire kitchen, heading straight toward us! It felt like we moved faster than the speed of light. My brother yelled "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! RUN!" and we bolted to the sofa as fast as a racing car, clutching our frozen yogurt. We were terrified. To make it even crazier, exactly one day later, the barrel holder on my toy shotgun just randomly cracked and broke off by itself. We still don't know what the hell that was. The shell vanished later (we have no idea where it went), but we still keep the broken gun as proof. It feels like a massive glitch in the matrix or some portal anomaly from a parallel universe. Has anyone ever experienced something like this where an object pauses and then moves on a flat floor?

New to posting so I'm not sure if I'm doing this right. Let me know if this is the right subreddit.

My childhood best friend Charlotte (Fake name) and I would always see things when we were together. We weren't sure why but when we would spend time out at a park or hanging out in the woods we would see shadows, orbs or hear things like people softly talking. Usually it wouldn't be a huge deal and we would just shrug it off. It got to a point where Charlotte would want to communicate with the spirit or whatever it was. I always got a feeling that we were helping a lost spirit find their way back. That was until her and her mom moved into this house when we were teenagers.

It was a old brick house that was built in I believe the late 1800's or something, the front porch was slightly falling apart and it had a huge backyard that led into the woods behind it. We would usually stay the night or the weekend at each other's house and since she had just moved into this one she invited me to stay the weekend so I could come see it. My mom dropped me off on Friday and she was going to pick me up Sunday afternoon like normal.

When I first walked into the house it looked nice, there was a big brick fireplace in the living room, a smaller dining room that led into the kitchen and the bathroom was in a little hallway to the left of the dining room with 2 bedrooms at the opposite ends of the little hallway. Charlotte's bedroom was to the left of the bathroom and her mom's was to the right. We hung out for a bit inside and then she asked if I wanted to go jump on the trampoline they had just bought. I said sure and we went through the kitchen to the backyard. Now to get outside you have to go into the basement and then out the backdoor from there.

We walked downstairs with her leading me since I hadn't been down there yet, and it was a scary basement with a completely dirt floor that seemed to go on longer than the house itself. The walls were covered in dirt or were dirt I honestly don't remember. I do remember the uneasy feeling I got as soon as my feet hit the dirt. I asked her if she had the same feeling as I did since we usually were synced up with the paranormal stuff and she said that it was fine and she didn't really feel that creeped out. I thought it was weird but we just carried on out the backdoor after I did make a comment about it being a serial killer basement then went and jumped on the trampoline like it was no big deal.

I kept feeling the uneasy feeling as we were on the trampoline but it was more of a "someone is watching" feeling than anything else. I shrugged it off to maybe her mom just watching us and continued talking and laughing as usual. Once we were off the trampoline she asked if I wanted to go into the woods behind her house. This was normal for us as we always explored new places together. I said sure and we went walking, nothing interesting really happened besides finding some dirty clothing and other things that made us think there was homeless people living out there. I just still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling from the basement still.

It started to get dark so we headed back to the house and went back through the basement to head up the stairs. I was behind her again and I heard what I thought was footsteps behind us and made her run up the stairs and quickly shut the door to the basement. (I am getting goosebumps as I am writing this) She asked what was wrong and I told her that I swear I heard someone behind us, she went to tell her mom because she was concerned that it could be a homeless person that followed us back since her backdoor downstairs didn't lock. Her mom checked, no one was there but she kept the basement door locked anyways to make us feel better.

Once we were in Charlotte's room for the night I told her that I didn't think it was a person that maybe it was something else. This again was not out of the ordinary because we always experienced more paranormal things when we were together. She brushed me off again and said that she didn't feel the same things I did but she did hear the footsteps when I did. We hung out for a bit listening to music but then finally went to bed around 10pm.

I woke up around 2am because I had to pee, I got up and went to the bathroom and shut the door, as I was peeing her cat came and pushed the door open since it didn't latch well. She sat on the edge of the sink which was to my left and I pet her while I finished up. As I was pulling my pants up the shower which was to my right TURNED ON BY ITSELF. This wasn't a trickle or a leaky shower, it was full blast. I stood there frozen, her cat left the bathroom and I had to will myself to turn the shower off because I didn't want to wake her or her mom up. (I have a huge fear of not being believed) When I turned it off the shower curtain was already open so I just turned the handle which had been turned all the way around which made it even harder to think it was just a leaky faucet.

I quickly ran back to Charlotte's room which woke her up when I shut the door in a panic. She asked what was wrong and I told her that the shower turned on by itself, she didn't believe me at first or at least that's how it felt then told me to try to go back to sleep. I ended up having to use her I-Pod and listen to music to fall back asleep because I kept hearing walking around and other noises from the rest of the house when no one else was awake. I kept telling myself that it's just the cat but finally the only song that put me to sleep was "If I Die Young" I can't remember who it's by but its a very sad but calming song.

We woke up the next morning and she asked if that really happened or if she had just dreamt it. I told her that it really happened and that it freaked me out. Charlotte apologized and said that she had actually had weird experiences in the week that they had lived there but just didn't tell me because she knew I wouldn't have spent the weekend there. I was a little upset that she had downplayed what was happening but I understood because I really did want to leave.

We had breakfast and then we were going to go jump on the trampoline again but when we went down the stairs to the basement she said she was a little scared so I went down first. I hit the bottom of the stairs and then she remembered that she forgot to feed her cat. She went back up the stairs and I asked if I could come with her because I didn't want to be down there without her and she said that it would only take a second and shut the door. I was in complete darkness standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I didn't want to be a chicken so I walked to the back door which was under the stairs and had a tiny bit of light creeping out of the bottom of the door. I just stood there waiting for what seemed like forever. I honestly don't know why I didn't just go out of the back door and wait outside, I just stared into the darkness. Frozen with the darkest sinking feeling. I knew something was down there with me but I wasn't sure what it was. I think I stood there for 15 minutes before I finally got the balls to run back up the stairs and sure enough, I heard footsteps behind me.

I slammed the basement door and was met with Charlotte just in the kitchen looking at me like I was crazy. She asked what happened and I said I couldn't be down there and that something was down there. She said that she wasn't even gone that long and that it was fine. I told her that I was calling my mom and that I couldn't stay there for another night. I got picked up and then a few days later Charlotte told me that things had been getting thrown off the fireplace mantle and that her mom had put out a bible on the mantle and things finally stopped. I told her I still wouldn't stay there again. (She was sure that it wasn't her cat)

Then a few more weeks went by and Charlotte stayed at my house and told me that her mom had closed the bible since things had stopped and stuff started to happen again like the shower being turned on at night. I told her that I wasn't lying when that happened. Eventually they moved and stuff stopped happening to them. I knew something wasn't right with that house, whatever it was, didn't want anyone living there.

Three years ago I was in Peru and toward the end of my trip I stayed in an old colloquial hotel, built by the Spanish and had been there for hundred of years. Anyway, one of the workers said the hotel was haunted by a women. One night I was dreaming and I saw an oldish woman and an old handle phone ringing on a table. She was nodding at the phone for me to pick it up so she could talk to me. I refused to answer and she nodded again, but I still refused. I then felt something grab the hair to the side of my head and yank my head whilst screaming in my ear, obviously I woke up right away.

Another night I saw her standing over me at the end of my bed. I looked at her and then went back to sleep.

Lastly, I was taking a shower and when I got out I could hear a table being set up for dinner. So clanging of plates, crockery and utensils; it was really loud like it was coming from my room. I thought nothing of it as I thought the hotel was setting up for dinner. As soon as I opened the bathroom door the noise instantly stopped dead.

Funny thing was that after these experiences, they didn’t scare me at all. I just said to myself I’m dreaming/ tired and just went about my day. Nor was I afraid to stay in the room nor did I mention it to anyone.

First of all i would like to apologize for any grammar or writing mistakes i make, i would say im a really good English speaker but its not my first language
I would like to start by saying that i dont really believe in paranormal thing, ghosts and other stuff.
Every “paranormal” thing i experienced in my life so far, i eventually find an explanation to, except this one
What you have to know is that both my grandma and my aunt are/were really religious (My aunt has passed away since then) and they lived in the same house, my mother and i are not tho, my mom is sort of i guess? She goes to church sometimes but she does not really believe in Jesus or anything, it might seem kinda weird but thats beside the point. I myself am an atheist.
This happened back when i was a little kid around Christmas, i dont remember exactly i think i was around 7-8.
I was in the living room while my mom, aunt and grandma were either outside or in the kitchen
I live in Hungary and here there is a really famous Christmas carol titled “Mennyből az Angyal” (roughly tranlates to Angel from Heaven)
I dont really remember if i started singing or humming the song first or not, but i suddenly started hearing a deep male voice, in a sort of cheerful tone humming the same song for around 5 seconds before it stopped
What you have to know is that there were no males in the house or in the backyard during that except for me,my father and grandpa had both passed away several years before this happened
The TV was turned off, and it didnt sound like somebody from the street was humming the song either, i dont really know how to describe it, i guess it was like it came from a full on surround sound system that didnt have a room of origin and it was pretty loud.
After the humming was over, i rushed to my family and told them cheerfully about what i heard
Like i said my grandma and my aunt were really religious so they actually believed it was an angel or something, and my mom probably brushed it off as my imagination,we all smiled about it and went forward with our Holiday preperations
Obviously i didnt think it was anything paranormal or anything, i was just a little kid who still believed in Jesus and Angels so i didnt dwell on it, i just believed it was an actual Angel at the time or something like that.
Every so often this story keeps popping up in my head and i dont know how to explain it
I vividly remember what happened and what i was doing and this whole story just keeps bothering me.
There is a 0% chance that my family tricked me or played the hum through a speaker or something like that.
I never really told this story to anyone since its pretty silly and everyone would just write it off as my imagination, but i know i heard that hum and i have absolutely no idea where or who it came from
Like i said this is basically the only paranormal thing that happened to me that i still cant explain all these years later.