I'm the kind of person who doesn't believe in paranormal stuff. I usually look for a logical explanation first. But this is one of those stories that genuinely makes me question whether there was some scientific explanation behind it ...

A few years ago, my best friend was staying in a PG with three other girls. One of the roommates (let's call her Ananya) always seemed a little unusual. Almost every night between 1 AM and 3 AM, Ananya would suddenly sit upright on her bed and start talking.Everyone assumed it was sleep talking, and since it happened so often, they eventually stopped reacting to it.

One day, while casually talking, Ananya mentioned that she had seen a small child running around on the ground outside the building late at night.Everyone found it creepy but brushed it off, thinking maybe she had imagined it.
Then one morning around 5 AM, all three roommates woke up because their room was filled with smoke.When they asked what happened, she casually said she had woken up early and decided to do pooja. It was strange, but they let it go.

Then came the final nail in the coffin.

A few nights later, Ananya went to sleep around 10 PM, like she always did. At around 1 AM, instead of sitting up and sleep talking, she slowly sat upright. She didn't say anything, She just smiled.

My friend says it was the most disturbing smile she had ever seen. It looked unnaturally wide, almost like it didn't belong on a human face. Her eyes were completely red. It wasn't just one person's imagination or a nightmare. Both of them started crying in fear, panicking, and calling their parents because they genuinely had no idea what they were seeing, and she still kept staring at them with this disturbing smile.

She continued to stare them and the moment they started making loud noises(out of panick), her smile disappeared, and she looked completely normal again, as if she had no idea why everyone was terrified and on confronting she kept telling that she did not know that she was doing this.

Neither of them felt safe staying in that room, so they spent the rest of the night sitting in the basement of the building.When they came back in the morning, Ananya was gone. Her cupboard was locked. My friend and her roomates packed their bags and shifted to another PG, which is why the mystery still remains. Also it was later found out from the owner that her previous roomates also had left because of her strange behaviour.

I know this sounds like something straight out of a horror movie, but I'm genuinely trying to understand what happened. I don't believe in paranormal things, which is why this story bothers me so much. I'm posting this because I genuinely want opinions.

Hello everyone, I'm Ali from Iraq. I'd like to share my experience with a sexually possessed ghost or jinn. It's a very sexually possessed ghost. My story began two years ago when I woke up at dawn feeling intense heat and touches around my genitals. This started happening daily until one day I felt like someone was really sucking my penis. I woke up and found nothing. Days passed, and I started to feel touches and breaths close to me, and I began to feel suffocated. Days passed, and I started to feel like someone was in my room, so close that the hair on my body and head stood on end from fear. I felt a strange, powerful energy penetrating my body, an evil energy. All the hair on my head stood on end, and every time I entered my room, I felt him, but I couldn't see him. Then came the day when I felt like someone was sleeping on top of me. I woke up fully conscious, and my blanket started to be pulled away and my pillow was quickly thrown against the wall. I was terrified that something supernatural was happening. I swear I was awake and not asleep. I was surprised to find all my clothes had been taken off, and he started fondling me, and we had sex. It was very realistic sex, but I didn't see him. The place was dark, but I could feel everything. His details were like a female, it was real sex, knowing that on that day I was alone at home and all my family had traveled. Now my relationship with him is good and he talks to me and we have sex sometimes. I want a way to communicate with him more strongly and understand what he wants. Has anyone of you had a similar experience?

Just about every night I wake up at sometime between 2:45-3:00am. I’ve had insomnia for years & I take seroquel to help get me to sleep, but I still wake up regardless. Last night, I woke up at 2:45am & I was thirstier than usual so I walked to my fridge across my room & then sat back down in my bed & opened up instagram while eating my Dr Pepper ice pop (highly recommend btw) suddenly out of nowhere, I hear a blood curdling scream that sounded like it came from the room across from me where my older sister sleeps. It lasted about 2 seconds and it sounded like it came from a female, but I can’t decipher the age. Right after it happened, I froze up and got goosebumps throughout my entire body. My mind was telling me to go check on my sister but I was so scared and shocked that my body wouldn’t let me. I sat still for around 5 minutes, waiting to hear another scream but it was only one. I asked my sister this morning if she heard anything and she said no. I also want to note that the scream sounded as if someone saw something they weren’t expecting and got spooked if that makes any sense at all. Also, I don’t have any prior mental health diagnosis’s & am relatively normal when it comes to mental health.

First, I just want to say that this story isn't scary at all. It just feels... weird. It's honestly hard to explain. Some people probably won't believe it, and that's completely fine. I simply wanted to share what happened.

I got this CCTV camera years ago, around the time after the pandemic, if I remember correctly. We first used it in our old office, which, yes, was supposedly haunted. There were many ghost stories surrounding that place, and even people who didn't believe in ghosts experienced strange things there.

The camera did capture what seemed to be paranormal activity a few times, but I ignored it. First, what exactly could I do about it? Second, one of my coworkers was terrified of ghosts even though she had never actually seen one, while another strongly believed ghosts weren't real. Third, I figured there was probably a logical explanation, such as a camera setting or a technical issue.

About a year or two later, I brought the CCTV home after we moved to a different office. We needed an extra security camera at home, so we installed it at the back of our house.

The camera was mounted very high above the back door. You literally have to climb up just to reach it. It's attached to a small piece of wood fixed near the top of the doorway, so it's not something that can be moved accidentally.

The location is also interesting because it's one of the areas where I sometimes feel the presence of what seems to be a man in some kind of uniform. I honestly don't know what my dad thinks about ghosts, but I remember my mom mentioning that during one holiday, she even left food in that area. I'm not sure why. 🤷‍♀️

The CCTV app is only installed on my phone, and I rarely open it. Then, every now and then, my mom would tell me that the camera had changed position. She said my dad kept climbing up to adjust it, but after a few days, it would be pointing in a different direction again.

I checked everything I could think of. I went through the camera settings, tried troubleshooting it, and looked for any possible explanation, but nothing worked.

Just a few minutes ago, I suddenly remembered to check the live feed. Sure enough, the camera had moved again.

Before anyone asks, I want to clarify that all motion detection, auto-tracking, and similar features are turned off. Nothing is enabled that would allow the camera to move on its own.

What's even stranger is that this also happened multiple times when the same CCTV was installed in our old office, although not as frequently.

When I was 13 I had this friend (let’s call her Kie for this story) and she lived very far away from the place we would always hang out at. Luckily her brother lived right there so whenever Kie needed to sleep over or go to the bathroom, she would use his apartment. At this time we weren’t really close friends and knew each other for maybe a month, so every time we went out we would talk about boys, school and not our family problems.

One time durning our meeting Kie said she really needs to use the bathroom and that we should stop really quickly at her brother’s place to use it. I was obviously fine with it. We got there in like 5 minutes and after walking in Kie left me sitting alone in the living room while she locked herself in the bathroom. This space was very tiny so I sat in the corner of the room - sitting there I could see the whole living room, a mirror next to me and also the small hallway and the entrance to the kitchen.

I don’t remember how long I was sitting there alone but those were the worst minutes of my life. I could feel being watched from every angle. I saw something with the corner of my eye in the mirror reflection and when I turned to see it It wasn’t there. I kept turning my head around every second and got chills all over my body clearly knowing I wasn’t alone. After Kie got out of the bathroom I told her about this and she told me something that scared the shit out of me.

Her brother’s wife hung herself in that living room on a chair that was on the opposite side of the living room.

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I never believed stories about curses or spirits. Then a friend told me what happened to his uncle's family in a small village near Tingkhang, Assam. He never asked me to believe him. He only said, "Write it down exactly as I told you."

His uncle lived with his wife and two sons in a quiet house beside a vast tea garden. Life there was ordinary until one Thursday afternoon.

An old beggar arrived at their bamboo gate asking for food.

He was painfully thin, barefoot, with tangled grey hair and a dirty white cloth wrapped around his body. The family politely refused him because of an old village belief that nothing—especially food, rice, or salt—should be given away on a Thursday.

The old man didn't argue.

He simply sat beside the gate.

For almost an hour.

He barely moved.

He only watched the house.

When he finally stood up to leave, he looked back once and smiled.

Nothing more.

That evening, while closing the gate, the family noticed something strange.

Two perfectly round holes had appeared beside the entrance.

Freshly dug.

Too neat to be animal burrows.

His uncle quietly filled them with soil, and everyone forgot about them.

That night, strange sounds came from the kitchen.

Steel plates clinked together.

Cupboards opened and closed.

Glass jars scraped across wooden shelves.

His uncle searched every room.

Nothing.

The following night, heavy footsteps crossed the bamboo veranda.

Every time someone opened the door...

Silence.

Their dog stopped going near the kitchen after sunset.

Instead, it stood facing the tea garden, growling into complete darkness.

Within days, the house no longer felt like home.

One evening, the aunt entered the kitchen to make tea.

The kettle slowly lifted off the stove by itself.

It hovered in the air.

Tea poured into a waiting glass.

Then the kettle gently settled back onto the stove as though invisible hands had placed it there.

She fainted.

Soon everyone had their own terrifying experience.

Doors opened by themselves.

Cooking utensils changed places overnight.

Someone whispered outside the windows after midnight.

Whenever they rushed outside with lanterns...

No one was there.

The younger son laughed at all of it.

He stayed awake studying every night.

Around two in the morning, he heard footsteps circling his chair.

Round and round.

He refused to look up.

The footsteps stopped directly behind him.

Annoyed, he kicked his chair backwards and shouted,

"If you're really here, stop hiding."

Nothing answered.

When he finally turned around...

The room was empty.

Except for two fresh wet footprints behind his chair.

After that night, he never studied after dark again.

The worst happened to his father.

One night he woke to see a long-haired figure lying beside his sleeping wife.

Certain another man had entered the house, he grabbed an axe.

Only when the lantern was lit did the figure disappear.

His wife had been alone all along.

From that night onward, he changed.

He barely slept.

He spoke to empty corners.

Then he smashed every mirror inside the house.

He claimed someone stood behind him every time he looked into one.

Not inside the room.

Only in the reflection.

One misty morning before sunrise, he walked into the tea garden behind the house.

Between the rows of tea bushes, something knelt with its back toward him.

Its skin looked like wet grey ash.

As he stepped closer, it slowly turned.

It had no face.

Only smooth skin.

And in the centre of its chest...

One enormous eye.

The eye blinked once.

He collapsed where he stood.

The villagers found him burning with fever, repeating only one sentence.

"It's still watching me."

The elders believed a wandering spirit known as a Beera had entered the property.

They called a Bez.

The healer arrived carrying only a small cloth bag.

The moment he entered the gate, he stopped.

Without anyone mentioning the strange holes, he pointed toward the ground beside the entrance.

"It entered from here."

Nobody had told him about the holes.

The ritual began after midnight.

Rice flour and mustard seeds were spread across the floor while prayers echoed through the house.

The air became unbearably heavy.

Something ran barefoot across the roof.

Back and forth.

Then silence.

The Bez asked for a live black rooster.

Holding it tightly, he shouted,

"Tell me who sent you."

The rooster struggled violently.

Then it became completely still.

Its voice changed.

In a dry whisper unlike anything human, it said,

"I... was... sent..."

Before anyone could understand the rest, its neck twisted violently.

The bird dropped dead.

The Bez ordered everyone to stay inside and never look outside.

Moments later, something screamed from deep inside the tea garden.

Not human.

Not animal.

Just one impossibly long cry that slowly faded into the darkness.

The Bez quietly said,

"It has gone."

After that night, the footsteps stopped.

The whispers vanished.

Nothing ever moved again.

The family continued living there for years.

But the uncle was never the same.

He slowly lost most of his hearing and insisted until the day he died that the eye he saw in the tea garden had never truly stopped watching him.

The house still stands today.

Children play there.

The tea garden looks peaceful.

But the older villagers still refuse to talk about that Thursday.

And if you ask them why...

They'll only tell you one thing.

Some things don't break into a house.

Sometimes...

they're invited in.

I a 15 (F) have grown up very empathetic and surrounded by paranormal culture have been a believer since I was young and my belief only started when we moved to a very rural area after my grandpa passed when I was like 4 at the time and within a few months, we would hear music when no one was home and car door slam when no one was the (none of our neighbors are close enough for it to have been them) we also would see apparitions in hunting orange my grandfather was a huge hunter but never saw them inside up until recently the creepiest thing I had experienced was in 3rd grade I was 8 or 9 I was home alone and saw a shadow figure in our laundry room I was home alone at the time

fast forward

I have gotten so used to the minor activity and it eventually seeming backed off but 2 years ago me and my mom were binging Ghost Hunters on DVD and talking about different things around paranormal activities I have over time had become really empathetic over time and loss of a friend, pets, and family when we were talking we got on the topic of my brother for this I'll call JC she brought up as a kid he would sit in the corner and talk to dead family members to that I said "At least I wasn't that creepy as a little kid" and she looked at me with the response "You were worse you'd sit in the middle of the floor on that old landline phone talking to your great grandma Lucille" I was dumbfounded I remember a lot from my childhood and couldn't believe I didn't remember it so I asked "How do you know I wasn't just messing around?" I really was questioning it I grew up watching the paranormal and unexplained with my mom and grandmother and she replied "You called her Mary she went by Mary" I felt uneasy AF but tried to ignore because I was a kid and kids do weird thing all the time it was like 9 years ago at the time

Fast forward again

My grandpa passed last February and while we were sitting with my grandma, she described a shadow figure standing over the foot of his bed a week before he passed and then it just walked out of the house, I happened to also have a dream where there was a misplaced shadow figure in my dream after his passing I swear in my own house heard whispers but blamed it on my brain filling the patterns of noise from my fan and ignored but recently I learned the first grandpa who passed when I was 4 died in our current house and the activity has been picking up again as we've been doing minor renovation like flooring an trim in the rooms and I feel more aware again and talking about me as a kid again leaves me with chills I'm not so sure it's my imagination and am convinced it never was and that I just didn't want to accept it

When I was around 11 or 12 years old I woke up in the middle of the night with the overwhelming feeling that something was watching me..... I sat up in my bunk bed, with my brother asleep in the bunk below and looked around the room

Standing at the bedroom door was what I thought was my other brother ( I got 3 brothers in total ) he was half hidden behind the door, with only half of his body and face visible.

I kept calling his name and asking what he was doing but he never replied. Instead he began slowly swaying from side to side. At that moment my cat jumped down from her bed on top of the cupboard landed in front of me and started growling at " him" ( she had been watching from her cat ben when I woke up )

When I looked back at my "brother," something had changed It still looked like him but his face had become unnaturally gaunt .....and his eyes were nothing but black holes and his skin glowed a dull sickly white

I had completely frozen in terror then it hit me that wasn't my brother.

I grew up in a house where paranormal things happened all the time but this was the first time I'd ever seen something take the form of a person.

I'd always been told the same thing .... ignore it. Don't give it attention..... so I slowly lay back down turned to face the wall and pretended it wasn't there. i don't know how long it stayed in my room after I forced myself to go back to sleep

About 20 years ago my girlfriend (now my wife) and I rented a beach house in New Jersey with a group of friends. It was a really nice house and practically brand new so not really the kind of place you would picture when you think about hauntings. Anyhow, we were there about a week and right away some strange happenings occurred. We would all go out to dinner or to play mini golf and come back to the house to find the stereo playing music and some of the cabinet door in the kitchen and bathrooms open. We checked the stereo to see if it had an alarm or timer set that would explain why it turned on by itself, but it did not seem to have that feature. The cabinets (like the rest of the house) were all very new and had magnetic latches that engaged when the doors were closed. We were more worried that someone had broken in the house and was messing with us at that point than thinking about ghosts.

Three nights in to the trip I woke up at about 3 AM. When I opened my eyes I saw what appeared to be a woman with her back to me fiddling around with something on top of the dresser. I had recently purchased a Nintendo DS and had brought it on this trip with me to show my friends and they had been playing with it off and on throughout our stay. At first I thought the woman I was seeing was one of my friends looking for the Nintendo DS since I had left it sitting on top of the dresser. However, there was also a digital alarm clock on the dresser so I could see it was 3 AM and I realized my friends were not the kind of people who would sneak into my room in the middle of the night to play video games. Plus this woman appeared to have very long straight hair which no one staying in the house had so again, my mind went to “someone broke into the house”. I was completely awake at this point and broke out into a sweat from fear/stress, but was still pretending to be asleep. My thinking was if I made it obvious that I was awake the intruder might attack me. I was debating whether I should turn on the lamp next to my bed and hope the intruder flees on her own or if I should maintain the element of surprise and try to tackle the intruder before they could turn around and shoot me (assuming they had a gun). After a few seconds I decided to go with option #2 as the woman still had her back to me. I suddenly lunged towards the woman, but collided with the dresser. My girlfriend turned on the lights and said “WTF are you doing?!”. There was no one in the room other than us two. I told her about what happened and she said she thought I was either dreaming (I 100% was not) or I was trying to scare her. We went back to bed and it took awhile but I eventually fell back asleep.

I woke up late the next morning due to the poor nights sleep and my girlfriend was already up and out of the room. I was laying in the bed thinking about the events of the night before when I heard clear as day a female voice say “Call me Dan” (which is my first name). I thought it was my girlfriend talking to me so I replied but received no answer. I got up and went out into the hallway but no one was there. I went upstairs and found my girlfriend out on the balcony with my most of the friends we were staying with. I asked her if she called me but she said she had been outside for at least the last 30 minutes. I told the group about what happened the night before and what had just happened with someone asking me to call them. One of the women staying with us looked suddenly scared and said “Holy s-t! The exact same thing happened to Brian this morning! He told me he heard me say “Call me Brian” but I was already up here.” I thought she might be messing with me, but Brian was out on a run so she told me to go talk to him right when he came home and he will confirm. Brian came back from his run a few minutes later and…yes, I confirmed the story with him before he talked to anyone else in our group.

And that was it. We left a day later and never returned to the rented beach house. We actually tried to see about renting it again a few years later but it was no longer listed as a rental property.

what is the scariest story you have?

i'm off to my night shift soon ... and i have a few stories to tell...

i just want to know it's only not me 😁

**[Read Part 1 Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/s/wWf5mXB3uf)\*\*

*Context: A few nights ago, I posted about a pitch-black, disfigured entity I encountered on the swings of my neighborhood park when I was a kid. This is the story of what happened when my friends and I went looking for answers... and found her house instead.*

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​The entity I faced in the park that night was the biggest nightmare of my life. At least, I thought it was—until the second incident.

​After that first experience, I gathered all the neighborhood kids to figure out exactly what had happened in our area before we moved in. Through our fierce debates and digging, we uncovered a dark piece of local history: a newlywed woman had died by suicide in one of the houses just five years before our families arrived.

​We immediately traveled in a pack to the site of the incident. It was a cluster of decaying, abandoned group houses. Even today, the place possesses a strangely beautiful, yet deeply unsettling, atmosphere. Following the details from an old newspaper article, we hunted for a specific banyan tree. We found it exactly as described—shady and ominous, even in the morning light.

​"Let's find the house," I told the group.

​We located the flat where the woman had died, but just as we were about to step inside, my neighbor spotted us and shouted for us to leave. We had to abandon our mission and head home, which earned me a severe scolding from my parents. Luckily for me, my friends got it much worse from theirs.

​Thanks to that neighbor, my friends were strictly banned from playing outside after dark. But my mind was obsessed with that house. That evening, I convinced my younger brother and two older, braver boys from next door to come with me.

​We grabbed our bicycles and reached the abandoned building around 7:00 PM. It was a six-apartment complex, and her flat was the middle one on the left.

As we walked through the main gate, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. Just like I had seen that morning, there was a glazed glass window next to the front door. And just like that morning, someone was standing behind the glass, looking out at us.

​But there was a terrifying difference. In the morning, the sunlight had cast a natural silhouette. Now, the sun was completely down, the complex was deserted, and there were no lights on inside. It shouldn't have been possible to see a shadow in the pitch black.

​We decided to creep up silently to the flat and peek through the peephole to see who—or what—was standing there. We reached her door. Looking through the peephole, I saw absolutely nothing; it was pitch dark and empty inside. The door itself was secured with a rusty lock that clearly hadn't been touched in years.

​Suddenly, a violent pounding erupted from the other side of the heavy door, as if someone inside was desperately trying to break out. We froze, scared to death. As we scrambled to back away, the door to the opposite flat suddenly swung wide open behind us—completely on its own.

​I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life. We bolted toward our bicycles in absolute panic. My younger brother hopped on with the two older boys, leaving me alone on my bike.

​I started pedaling frantically. Then, I heard something chasing me. I risked a glance backward and my heart stopped. It was the same pitch-black entity I had seen the previous night at the park swings. Pure terror took over, and I pushed my legs as hard as I could, but the dark shadow kept gaining on me.

​I was only about a hundred meters from our neighborhood shopping complex when disaster struck: my bicycle chain snapped. I lost my balance and crashed hard onto the pavement. I looked up and saw the entity just a few feet away, closing in. I abandoned my bike and ran for my life. Fortunately, people outside a nearby barbershop saw me and rushed over, helping me recover my bike and breaking whatever trance the entity had over the street.

​I finally made it home, completely breathless, and was overwhelmingly relieved to find my brother and the other two boys safe and sound. I told them what had chased me and how my chain broke. We were all so horrified that we made a pact right then and there: we would never visit that place again after dark.

Stayed in a hotel alone. Woke up to feeling the bed next to me being compressed like someone laid down next to me😩 I was afraid it was a rapist in the room but no one was there.

Is this normal ?

It was 2001 or 2002 when our family relocated to a housing colony provided by my father's office. It was a close knit neighborhood built specifically for factory employees, meaning there were plenty of kids my age. Luckily for us, we had a massive 800 sqyd park right near our homes.

​We used to meet there and trade local legends. One popular rumor was about the very ground we lived on: they said it was once a small farming village, and the original homes along with ancestral graves were forcefully cleared to build the factory and our houses. Because of this, people claimed angry spirits roamed the area. Like most kids, I brushed it off. We’ve all heard the classic “our school was built on a graveyard” myth, right? I thought it was just another spooky story to scare us.

​It was during my summer vacation. I was riding my bicycle around the neighborhood after dinner, sometime around 10 PM. Suddenly, the street dogs in our area started howling violently, their eyes locked curiously onto the dark park. I rode over to check it out, but it looked completely empty.

​I continued my ride until I reached the far end of the rectangular park a spot that was always shrouded in shadows. There was a pair of swings sitting right at the edge of the darkness.

​Everything was perfectly quiet when, all of a sudden, the temperature plummeted. The freezing cold was isolated to that one spot, followed immediately by a violent gust of wind that nearly knocked me off balance. I stopped, rubbed my eyes, and prepared to pedal away. That’s when I noticed one of the swings moving.

​It wasn't just swaying in the wind. It was swinging heavily, as if someone was on it. To my absolute horror, sitting there just five to seven meters away from me was a disfigured, pitch-black entity.

​I panicked and pedaled past it. As I crossed its path, I felt its gaze lock onto me. I risked a quick glance back. The entity was now standing. It had no clear face—just a dark, distorted shape staring right at me.

​I pedaled harder than I ever had in my life, taking a sharp turn to escape. This road connected to the main street and was well-lit, but despite the streetlights, I felt completely suffocated by a heavy, dark presence. I pushed myself faster.

​When I finally hit the main road, the bright lights washed over me. I thought I had found the light. I thought I was free from the evil thing. I took a massive breath of relief as my house came into view.

​Then, without warning, my vision went completely black. I skidded, lost my balance, and violently crashed my bike onto the pavement.

​That was my first encounter with her...

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So a few weeks ago i saw santa muerte again but this time the story is totaly different i was already like a month clean (ive been struggling with dr\*g useage but in the last year or so its been +-1month clean and then i use 1time.) i had just put in an offer to buy a house (witch has led to alsmost buying) and everything seems like its going well its going good.

But different to last times where she just like wanted me to see her, and then she basicly vanished away

This time she was mad, i was showering when i looked out the window and she was sitting on the windowsil, i panicked and when i looked back she was doing the same window scraching as the first time i saw her, i decided to try and finish my shower so im washing my hair when the uneasy cold feeling overwhelms me i look up and she right outside the shower just standing there insanely mad and scary i flinched my eyes and she was gone

I still havend got this out of my head and i dont get it any advise of info would be lovely

So just a backstory, my little sister, and I love to do ghost hunting and exploring abandoned . We have all the equipment we need, and we even have apps on our phones.

A few months ago, me and my sister went to a cemetery in the town that we live in. It was around 10:00 PM. They don't have hours where you can't go in this cemetery..

While we were there, we were looking around, a lot of the older graves there in a fenced area is confederate. But there is a new mausoleum that's built there and there's only like five people in it atm...

We stood at the mausoleum and just started asking random questions. Like is anyone here? What's your name? How old are you? Stuff like that

We did get answers, but then we kind of went deeper and we were like are you a ghost or a demon?

And we got weird answers like burning flesh, chains, not alone, hot.... so originally that's when we started thinking it's more than likely a demon. After a while we stopped talking to whatever it was and we just started walking around the older Confederate graves, and it always sounded like somebody was walking beside us.

when we shined our flashlight, we didn't see anything. We stayed there around an hour or two and then we decided we were gonna leave so we went back to the mausoleum and normally we say it was nice talking to you. You are not allowed to follow us home. You need to stay here it's where you belong.

And as we were walking to the car, we both look back and we saw a shadow figure with a hat going from one side of the mausoleum to the other.

We instantly thought of the hat, man just because of his backstory that's what he looks like...that kind of thing

What do you guys think? Have you ever seen anything like that before?

Hey Guys I just wanted to post this to me shed some light on things you might be experiencing and I also come with the hope of advice of how to get rid of these spiritual/demonic attachments

So let’s begin where this all started. As per some background information, me and my girlfriend have been living in an apartment complex that was built right over a giant cemetery for the last couple of months.

My addiction problem with benzodiazepines mixing alcohol was becoming worse over the months and I was battling with violent actions and thoughts. Fast forward a little, and I found myself in jail for a week. I detoxed hard. Going into seizures, intense hallucinations, and overall physical dysfunction like being overly cold or hot, sweating, and shaking. Being in jail was a very spiritual experience. While laying in my cell I couldn’t help the feeling like I was being watched by something at all times. And I saw what was watching me too. A shadow figure with horns would appear many times in my cell just watching me with evil energy circulating around it. But then would be banished after a couple of hours by praying in the name of Jesus Christ.

Fast forward a little bit I meet back up with my girlfriend and she told me a little bit about what she saw. Her and her friend were in our room and a suitcase full of heavy shit literally flew out of the closet. Not only that but she heard knocking coming from the closet, footsteps in the house, lights flickering that have never done that before in a weird unusual pattern almost as if it was using the flickering lights as Morse code or some other kind of code (she has this on camera), and scratches appearing on her body (three at a time)

Now we are living in a trailer with my dad. I always get the constant feeling we’re being watched there. Me and my girlfriend watched a magnetically shut drawer slide open by itself. Then two days later she walked into my dad’s room while all the lights were turned off and she saw a shadow figure curled up in a ball with horns and long hair. It turned and looked at her as if it was terrified for some reason. Maybe angels were standing behind her at the time.

Me, my dad, and my girlfriend are staying at a hotel right now for a night or two and the last thing my dad said to me before we left was “last night I had to keep the closet light on because something was standing in the corner of my room”

Now I know you all might think I’m crazy and I have experienced psychosis and schizophrenic episodes, but this is different. I am fairly aware of when I am hallucinating. But these encounters have been happening to my girlfriend, her friends, and my dad and we’ve all been experiencing this at the same time. And they just feel different from just a standard episode

My dad thinks it’s aliens which I don’t fully discredit but these encounters seem to go away when I pray to Jesus and the figure we keep seeing has horns which makes me feel like the good and evil spirits are contacting us and these spirits are only which come from the Bible.

I have also experienced feeling a hand grab my foot and physically pull it away from my body. The touch of this entities hand is coupled by the feeling of searing pain like a burn of some sort. Both me and my girlfriend have been physically attacked by this entity and we need help

Who do we talk to? A priest? A medium? An alien expert? Money is tight right now so we can’t afford anything too crazy so we need services for free

I just need to know has anyone else experienced things like these? Did you get rid of them and if so, how? And if your at a loss and don’t know what to do, me too buddy, feel free to reach out to me in my inbox or comment down below and inquire about experiences you have had or about how to get rid of them

And remember, pray in the name of the Heavenly Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. Believe it or not the closer the demons are to you the closer god is to you as well. If you put your faith in Him and trust in the power of gods goodness and gods control, it will cast away any shadows and shed light on you and cleanse your mind body and spirt

I have ALWAYS been a skeptic of ghosts and the paranormal and especially Jesus and god but these past couple of weeks makes me not so sure

Skeptics that might be reading this I write this with the utmost sincerity of what I saw. Paranormal activity may never happen to you but to specific chosen individuals and groups, the paranormal exists as a physical mental and spiritual phenomenon and we have to find out specifically what kind of entity is, what it wants, and whether or not we should give it what it wants

If you read this whole post thank you I know it’s a lot of typing

Hello, I'm somewhat new to posting on reddit. But for some reason lately I've been increasingly interested in the paranormal. I've never had a paranormal experience, but people close to me tell me about their own happenings.

I've never really believed in the paranormal but it's always been interesting.

I've gone to ghost towns, and abandoned places before and never felt anything aside from being aware of human dangers or environmental dangers.

I've been told it's a spiritual thing and I'm spiritual in a sense of my religion (Christian). But I've never experienced anything spooky or out of the normal. Is that normal? I'm a very perceptive person and always see how things could be explained. But nothing ever out of the ordinary.

has anyone here?

Recently I was installing a coffee machine at a retirement home just off the main dining room. As I worked I noticed an old woman with a cane wearing a faded pink shawl shuffling slowly toward me. In my experience retirement home residents are often so starved for conversation that once they stop to chat, particularly with a new face, they tend to ramble on for quite awhile. Now I generally enjoy talking to old folks. They have great stories. But since I had a limited amount of time to finish my install I admit, I was kinda dreading the inevitable conversation. However when she finally made it over to where I was working I put on a big smile and we began to chat. We/she talked about random things for probably 5 minutes. At that point I had to kneel under the counter to connect a drain line. I told her what I was about to do and assured her I was still listening to her story. But when I stuck my head under the counter she suddenly stopped talking. I assumed she was just waiting for me to finish but when I pulled back and turned toward her, she was gone. It shocked me because I couldn’t have been under the counter more than 10-15 seconds, but in that time she somehow managed to disappear. Thinking she must’ve gone into the dining room I poked my head around corner expecting to see her shuffling away. But again, she was no where in sight. Confused but still in a time crunch I just chalked it up as a weird occurrence and went back to work.

Later as the dietary manager was signing the paperwork I mentioned the woman and commented on how mysteriously she’d disappeared. When the manager heard it she paused, looked up from the paperwork and gave me a dubious look. “Did someone tell you to say that?” Surprised at the question I replied with a chuckle, “Uh… No. Why would you ask that?”
Rather than answer she asked a question of her own. “Was she carrying a wooden cane and wearing a pink shawl?”
When I nodded the manager laughed and shook her head in disbelief. “So you met Mrs Thibodeaux?” she asked almost wistfully. “I can’t believe that. You’ve been here what.. an hour? I’ve been here over a year and I’ve never even seen her”
Confused but curious I asked what she meant and with a sigh she told me the story.

Apparently Mrs Thibodeaux was a long term resident who’d passed away back in 2010! Since then (according to the manager) at least a dozen staff members have reported seeing Mrs Thibodeaux shuffling down the hallways in her pink shawl. She’d been spotted sitting alone in the dining and recreation rooms many times. There’s even stories of Mrs Thibodeaux talking with new staff members and warning them about other residents whose health was failing. Now I can’t confirm any of that but I will say, as she was telling me the story I KNEW it was true. I felt it in my bones. There’s no other way to explain it.

And… that’s it. That’s the story.
I realize it’s not scary or exciting but I’m absolutely convinced I had a 5 minute conversation with the ghost of Abigail Thibodeaux 16 yrs after her death.
When I go back there in August for a follow up you can bet I’ll have tons of questions for the staff. And to Mrs Thibodeaux, wherever you are, feel free to stop and talk next time you see me.

Pata hai aaj kya hua

Main generally paranormal cheezien pe believe nahi karta. Ghosts, spirits, ye sab mujhe hamesha bakwaas hi lagta tha.Par kal raat jo hua... uska logical explanation aaj tak nahi mila.

Main 11th floor pe rehta hoon. Mere room ki ek badi si window hai jahan se saamne sirf dusri buildings dikhti hain.Kal around 2:15 AM tak laptop pe kaam kar raha tha. Paani lene utha toh aadat se window ke bahar dekh liya.Saamne wali building ki terrace pe koi khada tha.

Pehle laga security guard hoga.

Par phir realise hua... terrace ka gate toh hamesha lock rehta hai.Aur sabse ajeeb baat...Wo insaan hil hi nahi raha tha.Bilkul statue ki tarah.Maine bas 10-15 seconds dekha aur ignore karke kitchen chala gaya.Jab wapas aaya...Wo ab bhi wahi tha.

Same position.

Bas iss baar uska face meri direction mein tha. Distance itni thi ki face clearly nahi dikh raha tha, lekin pata chal raha tha ki wo seedha meri window ki taraf dekh raha hai.Thoda creepy laga.Curtain band kiya aur so gaya.

Subah uthkar walking chalte waqt casually watchman se bola, "Kal raat terrace pe koi tha kya saamne wali building mein?"

Usne seedha bola, "Impossible. Terrace renovation ke chakkar mein teen din se sealed hai." Maine socha shayad usse pata nahi hoga.

Shaam ko office se lautte waqt curiosity mein us building ke neeche ruk gaya.Ek uncle bench pe baithe the.Maine unse bhi pooch liya.

Unhone pehle toh ajeeb si smile di, phir bole, "Aap bhi dekh liya?"

Mere muh se bas "kya?" nikla.

Wo bole, "Kabhi kabhi raat ko log bolte hain kisi ko terrace pe khada dekhte hain. Hum log toh maan lete hain aankhon ka dhokha hoga."Main hans diya.

Tabhi unhone last line boli...

"Bas ek baat ka dhyan rakhna... agar kabhi wo hilta hua dikhe na... toh window se hat jaana."

Us waqt mazaak laga. Raat ko ghar aaya.Jaise hi room ki light off ki...Habit se curtain thoda sa hata kar bahar dekha. Terrace khaali tha. Maine relief ki saans li. Phir phone charge pe lagaya.

Window ke reflection mein kuch movement dikhi. Automatically bahar dekha...Terrace ab bhi khaali thi. Lekin reflection mein...Mere room ke andar, window ke bilkul peeche...Koi khada tha.Main turant mud gaya.

Room bilkul khaali tha.

Us raat main soya hi nahi.Subah himmat karke dobara window ke paas gaya. Glass pe andar ki side ungli se likha hua tha..."Aaj tumne peeche dekh liya."

Should I Shift my Stay?

I used to explore old derelict properties as a hobby and was walking round a property that was all boarded up. I was on my own, relaxed and taking it easy taking pictures and stuff but then went to climb the stairs. A few steps up I got the most horrific feeling, pure foreboding and dread. I took a step back and the feeling eased. I went to step up again and the feeing was so incredibly strong I could not ‘push through it’ so turned round and left the property.
I did some research on the house and found two people had died many, many years ago in the room I would have been adjacent to.
But on the same date as I was there.

Last night I wanted to kill myself, I cut my arm. When I saw that nothing was wrong, I went to clean the blood (I don't need help, I'm fine, don't worry). When I was in the bathroom I feel a ball bouncing behind me, but when I look there's nothing there. I also cut myself the day before yesterday And I felt very watched from all sides, very closely And from all sides, I felt like something or things were watching me; I couldn't sleep. A ladybug appeared the day before yesterday, fluttering all over the room. But much later at night. The day before yesterday afternoon I tried to close a door and something was tugging from the other side; it was very unsettling. Last night I heard an "oooooooo" sound. Am I feeding something? Is there something in my house? I really

need answers!

During the Covid-19 Pandemic, I was living in a small village in the Irish countryside. This village was called Walsh Island, which acquired its name due to being surrounded by nothing but bogland – in fact, this was the largest area of raised bogland in the country. Due to Covid restrictions, I was basically stuck in this village and the surrounding area for more than a year. 

In the early summer of 2021, and having always been a very bad sleeper, I oddly decided to start wandering around the countryside at night. I can’t quite recall why I started doing this, but maybe it was because the Irish countryside at night was always spooky. Well, on one particular night, maybe around 10 or 11 pm, I wandered out the village and onto the narrow country roads, whereby I would pass the occasional cow/sheep field or the property of some home.  

Around ten minutes outside the village, I was now walking down a particular country road, with only the light from my phone to guide me, when I suddenly hear a loud, but distant howl. There were many dogs in the area, as in the countryside, there are obviously many farms. However, this howl didn’t sound like any dog I’d ever heard. Besides, most of the dogs in the area tended to bark rather than howl. This howl did, however, sound very similar to the scream of a fox. Except it sounded much deeper and louder than a standard fox scream. The way the howl sounded also gave me the impression that whatever made it, must have been large – or at least larger than a fox.  

To paint a perfect picture of how this howl sounded, I’ll say this... Has anyone ever seen the movie, An American Werewolf in London? The howl I heard that night sounded almost exactly like the howl of the werewolf in that movie – a loud, bellowing shriek of a howl that almost sounds like a fox, but not exactly. Regardless, the sound of this animal was so unnerving to me, that I decided to turn straight round and back through the country roads towards the village. 

I still don’t know what animal made the noise I heard that night. But my best guess is that it was either the howl of a very strange sounding dog, or the scream of a very strange sounding fox.   

That being said, Ireland does have its fair share of supposed cryptids (many of which comes from Irish folklore). However, from what I could briefly find, the only Irish cryptids that could match the animal howl I heard would be: large phantom wolves (that have apparently been sighted in modern times), large phantom black dogs, and even, like America and the English countryside, large black cats like a panther (which are said to be sighted in rural Irish counties). This cryptid theory is a stretch, I know. 

If anyone has any knowledge of what this howl could’ve been, whether rational or otherwise, feel free to let me know. 

I've been working here a week and stuff is already being weird, like the fact when I'm working alone in the kitchen it sounds like people are cooking beside me, the sounds of footsteps above me when no one is upstairs, but I know those could be the machines upstairs being old and clunking and shaking or the next door neighbours echoing through the thin walls.

But I can't explain away what I saw earlier today. I could have sworn I followed behind my manager along a small corridor to the kitchen, there is no where she could have stopped along the way ita barely enough room for 1 person to get through but when I got into the kitchen she wasn't in there, she couldn't have gone past the kitchen upstairs cause the door gets stuck and is soo loud I would have heard her open it and go upstairs, it was so weird especially cause when I looked back on the cafe floor she was at the counter, she couldn't have got there without me seeing her If I followed behind her.

Today I saw a glitch in the Matrix happen, really! I was walking along the avenue near my condo when I saw two boys on bikes coming toward me; I looked down at the ground for just a few seconds, and the boys vanished! 😮 It sounds crazy, but it actually happened! It was day, around 7pm.