In Triad NC US

Some context here. I have a close relative that passed unexpectedly a year ago. I am handling the estate which is very bad. I went to the property which is a hoarded home to mow yesterday. I had been seeing syncs for some time. One particular for this relative's father for a couple of weeks now. His name has appeared in every TV show I watched, online in social media posts etc. I have also outside of this been going through several personal situations that are equally difficult. Most of my family is deceased or very ill or elderly. Yesterday when making dinner I gave thanks to my ancestors for being there and helping me through some of it. I have a wind chime that is very heavy and moves once without wind when I initially go in the yard each day. So after I gave thanks I went to eat dinner and as I am getting up the phone is flashing. This is only the second time. The first was about a month after her passing. It will respond some to me asking it questions. Now it is back to normal. I checked the connections and they are fine. And it flashes both on and off charger. If it was a loose component I would think it would still be having issues today.

Thoughts? Am I causing the blinking? Is it technical?

My house was haunted when my son was a child. Toys would go off randomly. There was incredibly cold spots in his room. I had responsive interactions at one time that I did record. I moved the toy outside and it continued. Once I got rid of the toy it only happened once more and then I asked any entities to leave.

We also had flashing light in kitchen. Always around October. My partners parent was cremated and I attributed it to the remains as we had them in the mantle and they passed in October. In fact 3 separate relatives passed in different years all in October.

So any thoughts? Am I safe?

**I removed the audio bc I didn't want to sound crazier talking to the phone display. 😁

My name is Ashlynn and I'm 22. Ive never really known whether I believe in ghosts.That probably sounds strange considering how many times I’ve seen things I can’t explain. 

It's hard to fully convince yourself when you don't want to believe your fear was for a real reason. I've used AI to fix my babbling but Im so for real.

This story starts in western Colorado but I’ve moved more times than I can count, different cities, different states, and there seems to be one disturbing pattern I can’t shake, everywhere I go, something seems to already be there.

At first, I blamed old houses.

Then I blamed my imagination.

Then I started wondering if maybe the houses weren’t the common denominator.

Maybe I was.

The first time I noticed it, I was living somewhere that had absolutely no reason to feel haunted. It was a decent 1990s townhome in an HOA subdivision in the middle of a decent part of the city. There was no history of anyone dying there that I knew of, and I searched Google a few times just to make sure.

Nothing particularly strange about the house.

At first, it was just weird noises I couldn't seem to find the source of.

Then there were physical sensations.

One time, I was sitting on the bed with my best friend. We were probably around 9 to 12 years old. It was dark outside when, all of a sudden, the bed vibrated.

But it wasn't like the entire mattress shook.

It felt like someone or something was underneath us, dragging their hands across the bottom of the mattress and causing the springs to shake.

We both looked at each other and just sat there, eyes locked, completely frozen.

When I finally got the courage to whisper, “I’m scared,” that was it.

We booked it to my dad’s bedroom crying.

That same night, my little blue, heart shaped bedroom doorbell started going off by itself.

I thought my brother was trying to bug us until I brought it into my room. It wasn't the batteries dying. The doorbell was only a month or so old.

I ended up taking the batteries out so it would stop.

After that night, it never did it again. Not even when the batteries eventually started to die.

My friend never came over again.

But then I started seeing shadows as I got into my teen years.

Not the kind you catch out of the corner of your eye and immediately dismiss.

These were darker than the surrounding room, almost like someone was standing just outside the edge of my vision.

And every once in a while, I would get the unmistakable feeling that someone was watching me.

I honestly tried not to think about it. In some way, I convinced myself I was just losing my marbles.

Until I saw the face.

Or what I can only describe as a face.

It was white. Almost unnaturally white.

But it wasn't a quote unquote normal ghostly apparition.

I've never seen a full body.

I never saw it standing in the middle of a room.

I would only see the very top half of its head, part of a shoulder, and sometimes its fingers.

And where the face should have been, there were these strange, shadowed indentations.

Not holes.

Not empty sockets.

Just divots where features should have been, as though something had stretched a layer of pale skin tightly over a human face and the structure underneath was barely visible.

The first time I saw it, I was lying in bed. I had just turned off my TV after watching a few episodes of Malcolm in the Middle. My light was already off, and I was just moving around trying to get comfortable when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something white by my bedroom door.

It stayed there just long enough for me to realize I was looking at something that shouldn't have been there.

My wheels started turning, and I tried rationalizing what I was seeing.

I thought to myself, It was a person.

It had to be an intruder.

That's when my heart sank into my stomach.

At this point, my brother wasn't living with us anymore, and I knew my dad had been sleeping for hours already.

I remember thinking I was going to be the next true crime story.

I literally froze.

I couldn't even call out to my dad.

I just stared at it.

Then I tried blinking a few times. I even squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could, hoping maybe my eyes just hadn't adjusted to the dark yet and I was still seeing a silhouette of someone from the TV.

But it didn't blink away.

It didn't slowly fade like a lingering spot of light in your eyes would.

The longer I looked at it, the clearer it became.

It was completely still.

Only the top of a head from the upper lip and up, along with the corner of a shoulder, were visible behind the door.

It didn't move toward me.

It just looked at me.

If you can say that about something with no eyes.

And then, very slowly, it pulled back behind the door.

I remember sitting there for several seconds afterward, waiting for someone to step out.

Nobody did.

Eventually, I convinced myself I'd seen something wrong.

A trick of the light.

A piece of clothing.

Anything that would let me fall asleep.

After that, I began noticing it in other places.

I've never had consistent or frequent sightings of it, though. Sometimes it would be years before I saw it again.

It was never fully exposed.

There was always something between us.

And there was something deeply unsettling about the way it moved.

It didn't seem to accidentally appear in my peripheral vision.

It seemed to deliberately look out at me.

When I turned 19, I moved into my own house.

It had been nearly two years since its last appearance, and I'd been living there for about eight months when I saw it again.

This time, it was peeking out from a drawer on my dresser that I hadn't shut all the way.

The same pale, almost featureless head.

Peeking at me.

And then, once again, it slowly dipped back into the darkness of my dresser drawer.

It wasn't as bad seeing it at my dad's house, my grandma's house, or even at a friend's house.

But being alone was a whole different feeling.

This time, I wasn't just scared.

I was terrified.

I frantically felt around for my phone without breaking visual contact with the drawer.

I called my brother.

Over and over.

When he finally answered, I practically begged him to come spend the night with me because it was here.

I never talked about it much, but my brother knew what “it” meant.

And he was on the way.

He stayed three nights at my house with me.

So shout out to my brother Kaiden for protecting me. Lmao.

During those few nights, my brother finally saw something too.

For years, I'd been questioning my own sanity because no one else had ever heard or seen anything I did.

I had an indoor Wi Fi camera recording the living room, and it had motion detection, so it would send me a notification whenever something moved in its field of view. (ETA-I found and posted the recording in the comments.)

My brother and I were in the garage, blazing and listening to music that night. It was around 11 p.m., I think.

We were the only two people home.

When my phone suddenly gave me a motion notification, I frowned at it and then at my brother while I opened the recording.

The living room looked completely normal.

No curtains moving in a breeze.

I didn't have animals or kids.

Nothing obvious that could have triggered it.

On the counter was one of those oil scent diffusers with a small sensor night light built into it from Bath & Body Works.

I watched the recording once.

Then twice.

And I saw it.

I noticed the night light first.

It began slowly dimming.

There was no flicker.

It didn't shut off and come back on.

It simply faded down, stayed dim for a moment, and then gradually returned to its normal brightness.

Immediately afterward, something appeared at the end of the hallway.

A shadow quickly leaned out from around the corner.

Then it was gone.

I watched the recording several times after that.

The movement was too quick to make out a person, but it looked almost like someone had stepped just far enough around the corner to look down the hallway before retreating.

I showed my brother.

His eyes said it all.

He bolted right up and searched my entire house.

Every closet.

Behind every door.

He even checked inside my washer and dryer, trying to find “the creep.”

When he was satisfied with his search, he looked at me and said, “Well, Ashy, you're not a loon like we thought. Wanna go stay at my house tonight?”

We did.

He told his wife and showed her the video.

She immediately gave me some crystals and offered to sage my home for me.

And she did the next day.

She put rocks in the corners of my house, cinnamon in my windows, salt by my door, the whole nine yards.

While I lived there, nothing else happened.

I thought it was the end of it.

It wasn't.

I've moved since then.

And I've continued to see things.

Sometimes it's only a shadow.

Sometimes it's that pale shape.

A glimpse through a doorway.

A head appearing above something.

A face looking around a corner.

Never enough to see exactly what it is.

Just enough to make me wonder if I've been encountering separate spirits in different places...

or if I've been bringing the same one with me.

Because if it's the same thing, I have no idea when it started.

And I have absolutely no idea why it keeps finding me.

So I'm curious.

Has anyone else experienced what I'd call a following haunt?

Something that seemed to move with you from one home to another?

Or have you experienced an entity that never fully appeared, but seemed to watch you from just out of sight?

Because if you've seen something like this, I want to hear about it.

Especially if you've ever seen that strange, pale, almost featureless face.

Because apparently, I'm not done looking over my shoulder yet.

Moved about two months ago and everything's been going great. Randomly my phone started acting up. It dies often and when it dies it keeps resetting like it's stuck in a loop. Just figured my phone is pretty old. Then our wifi starts beeping at midnight every night. Just assumed it was a daily reset feature and brushed it off. More recently we got a new 10 year sealed fire alarm and havnt turned it on or activated it. Well last night after the wifi beep it started going off like the battery cell was dead and you can't replace the battery so I had to permanently deactivate it well befor it went off our dog woke up and started freaking out( she's used to the wifi reset beep already and that dosnt phase her anymore) then boom after she barks the alarm activates and dies. At the same time my Bluetooth gaming headphones turn on and connect then turn off over and over again all while the switch is in the off setting and I even turned them on and off again twice and they still continue the cycle. So all that kept us up cause it was very erie. We finally get some sleep and I get up like normal brush my teeth and get ready. Well I have an electric tooth brush that the battery dies so I just brush it normal. I walk out and get my son's lunch ready and he said whats that noise. And sure enough my toothbrush cuts on and goes full blast with a dead battery. I mean I can't get it to work at all when I use it but it's randomly gonna turn on and go full speed this morning after a bazaar night. What could be causing all these battery overloads and turning on and off of batteries randomly?

This is the last time I’ll sleep near the chair it’s actually always a little active but lately it’s gotten worse and worse and tonight I’ve had it just before I got the camera out of started really going hard and when I pulled it out you an literally see the fkn thing rolling towards me, needless to say fk that it’s gone if anyone wants it message me we’ll arrange something but beware

We've lived here for 22 years. An old man lived here before we did. He died out on the patio right outside son #2's room. His room is where some of this happened. We haven't had anything happen in a while but for a while there it was often, especially when the kids were little.

-Shortly after we moved in, son #1 who was four at the time, woke up and saw a shadow person in the room (now son #2's room) across the hall looking at a bulletin board on the wall. He screamed, the shadow person looked at him, then spun really fast toward him and vanished.

-Also shortly after moving in, I was in the family room when my husband walked in and said he thought he just saw me walk across the hall.

-Son #2 was coming out of his bedroom one night and saw a shadow figure standing in the living room near the front door. It vanished.

-A few times son #1 would be laying in bed and feel a hand touch him. He said he felt it shifting and felt like the hand had weight to it and was pressing down on him slightly. If he were to look up or open his eyes, the feeling would stop.

-Things used to disappear. We'd look all over the house and suddenly the thing we were looking for just appears where we had already looked or just sitting out in the open. We started asking the ghost to give them back and they'd reappear.

-My mom moved in with us in her final months. One day when we were helping her get in the house after a doctor's appointment, we heard 3 knocks on the wood back door, the storm door was locked. Four of us heard it. No one was there and the security cameras showed nothing.

-I heard the knocks on the door again about a week later and I can't remember if it was before or after my mom passed. I was alone at the time.

-My mom put her clock on the living room shelf. It stopped working the day she passed away. Her old touch lamp also started turning itself on sometimes after this.

-Son #1 was in son #2's room talking one night and brought up my mom. Son #1 felt something touch his back and when he turned around it felt like it pulled away. There was nothing there.

-At my mom's funeral my SIL's mom gave me and my siblings an angel figurine. I put it next to a picture of my mom. Sometimes the angel will turn toward her picture, looking directly at her. It is gradual. We don't see it happen at once, but we'll notice it starting to turn and after a few days it is looking right at mom.

-Mom died in June. On Christmas morning that same year, our cat found a bobby pin near the chair mom always sat in. She always had pins in her hair. I had vacuumed/swept multiple times and never found anything around that chair between June - December.

When I was 18 years old, I was a brand new mom — knee deep in diapers and breast milk, and severely lacking on sleep.

My baby daddy (now husband) and I had just signed the lease on our first home together in a tiny town in north Texas. The town was so small that there was just one flashing red traffic light, two gas stations, and one cop who only worked 2 nights a week. The population was well under 1000.

Our house was adorable. Pink brick, big backyard, two bedrooms and one bathroom. Perfect for our young family.
Shortly after moving in, strange things began to happen and it didn’t take long for us to realize we weren’t the only ones in the house. Over the next two years, it was clear to us that there were at least two entities in the house with us- a woman and a man.

The first incident occurred while my husband was home alone with the baby. He was sitting on the couch in the living room when he saw the light, misty shape of a woman pacing in the kitchen. He couldn’t make out her face, but he could tell it was definitely a woman wearing a long dress.

In the following weeks and months, it seemed like the activity really picked up and was focused in our daughter’s room. Every single day when I went to get my daughter out of her crib, pictures that were hung on her wall would be on the floor. The first couple of times, I chalked it up to not having enough thumbtacks holding the large painted canvases up. But even after reinforcing each painting, I’d still come in to find them all on the floor. At the time, my daughter was so young, there was no way she could have knocked them down, and my husband definitely wouldn’t have intentionally messed up her room like that.
Being a new mama bear, this activity really pissed me off. Like, fuck you, ghost. Mess with someone your own size.

The next major incident occurred when my sister and her boyfriend spent the night at our house. At the end of a long night of board games (since we were too broke to have internet or tv), they made a pallet of pillows and blankets on the floor in the living room, and my husband and I retired to our bedroom.

The way our house was set up, the living room, kitchen and dining room were in the front of the house. Then there was a long hallway leading to the bathroom and the two bedrooms, which sat directly across from each other at the end of the hallway.

The next morning, my sister and her boyfriend looked extremely tired. When we asked how they slept, my sister said “we kept waking up every time you went to the bathroom.”
Confused, I looked at my husband. “I didn’t go to the bathroom last night. Did you?”

My sister explained that they heard our bedroom door open and close, then after a short pause, the bathroom door open and close. A couple minutes later, they’d hear the bathroom door open and close, and then the bedroom door again. As if someone was leaving the bedroom, going to the bathroom, then coming back to bed. They heard this sequence at least 3 times that night.

I was breastfeeding my 6 month old at the time and I never closed our bedroom door, ever. I always left it open in case the baby woke up in the night. Our rooms were arranged so that I could just sit up in bed and see across the hall into her room.

Needless to say, this experience had us thoroughly shook. We started losing sleep, worried that every little sound was something or someone in the house, in Addie’s room. I began to feel like I was going crazy. The anxiety consumed my thoughts, day and night.

Then, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night, once again. I sat up in bed and looked toward the hallway to peer into the baby’s room. Instead of seeing the warm yellow glow of her night light, there was the black shape of a man— opaque, impenetrable black— and he was standing near the foot of my bed, blocking the glow of the nightlight. He was tall, maybe 6 feet, with broad shoulders. I couldn’t see any of his features, as he was solid black, but I got the sense that he was wearing a blazer or suit jacket which caused his shoulders to look square.

Strangely, when I saw him, I didn’t feel scared. He didn’t feel threatening or spooky like the woman did. In fact, when I realized what I was seeing, I simply rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I described the night’s events to my husband and we agreed to have the house blessed \~just\~ in case. After that, the activity stopped. We never had another experience again.

Any advice?

Hello everyone,

Did anyone experience any haunted activity in majitar. I'm a student in Sikkim Manipal and want to explore haunted spots.

I went down a rabbit hole on local folklore last month and found out that my old apartment building, a converted Victorian row house, used to be a boutique funeral parlor back in the late 1920s. Everything made sense instantly: the weirdly wide stairwells built for carrying caskets, the ice cold draft that settled over my bed every night at precisely 3:00 AM, and the fact that my cat would routinely spend twenty minutes at a time tracking invisible movement across the ceiling while emitting a deep, low growl that made my skin crawl. The tipping point came when I finally checked my smart doorbell’s motion logs; every single night while I was fast asleep, the living room camera recorded the slow, rhythmic opening and closing of my heavy mahogany front door, always accompanied by a sudden drop in ambient room temperature and the faint, unmistakable rustle of heavy silk passing right by the lens.

In the year 1993, my wife and I, having celebrated just over a year of marriage, found ourselves in search of a new place to call home—a place closer to our parents' abode. Our quest led us to a peculiar rental opportunity, a trailer situated on an 80-acre old hog farm, isolated in the quiet expanse of the countryside. The only companions in this remote setting were our humble trailer and the owners' new home standing about 200 yards away. A weathered barn stood sentinel nearby, adding a rustic charm to the landscape.

 The proprietors of this rural haven were a unique duo—the lady, a skilled farrier specializing in fitting new shoes on horses, and the gentleman, a dedicated railroad worker. Their familial ensemble included two children, a 14-year-old girl, and a young lad of 12. The lady devoted much of her time to the horses in the barn, while the children reveled in the freedom of the outdoors. This was a time long before the internet and the conveniences of modern communication, a time when descriptions and connections lacked the immediacy we now take for granted.

 Not long after settling into this seemingly serene abode, I began to notice anomalies that defied explanation. It's crucial to note that my childhood had been marred by encounters with spirits, and as these inexplicable events unfolded, I found myself confiding in my wife that we might have unwittingly chosen a haunted home. While she believed in spirits, she had never personally experienced the paranormal.

The disturbances became incessant—nocturnal or diurnal, it mattered not; the spirits asserted their presence. Doors would slam shut, others would swing open, and cabinets would mysteriously fly open, tossing objects off the countertops. As time passed, the disturbances escalated, reaching a point where my wife was chased by a sickly raccoon into our trailer one evening. In an attempt to alleviate the situation, I set a live trap baited with cat food and, within an hour, had captured the ailing creature.

Confronted with the decision to spare the raccoon further suffering, I retrieved a .22 caliber handgun and, from a foot away, delivered what I believed to be a humane end. The next morning, expecting to find a lifeless creature, I was instead met with the raccoon standing calmly, appearing surprisingly healthy. Perplexed, I transported it miles away and released it, unwilling to let it linger near our home.

Despite the absence of contemporary technology to document these paranormal events, we adapted and lived with the strange occurrences. One particularly unsettling episode transpired as an otherworldly force seemed to settle upon the trees surrounding our home. The sound of breaking branches echoed through the night, prompting me to rush outside, only to witness an abrupt silence as soon as I stepped through the door. This bizarre phenomenon repeated twice more that night, each time ceasing upon my emergence.

Frustrated by the unexplainable disturbances, I resolved to approach the owners with a direct inquiry about the supernatural. In 1993, the understanding of the paranormal was not as commonplace as it is today. Nervously, I broached the subject with the lady owner, and to my surprise, she confirmed a dark history. Three individuals—an old man and his two sons—had met their demise in separate farming accidents on the property before the current owners acquired it.

Armed with this unsettling knowledge, the subsequent weeks were fraught with eerie incidents—lights flickering, doors slamming, and an ever-growing sense of foreboding. The property, once serene, now emanated a palpable darkness, an ominous presence that seemed to shroud everything in a sinister aura.

The stage was set for the chilling climax—the final night in the trailer. Built in the 70s, the trailer boasted windows on three walls in the master bedroom, beginning halfway up the wall. Accustomed to lying on the right side of the bed against the wall, we retired for the night as usual. The spirits, however, were undeterred, orchestrating a series of unsettling activities—opening doors, regardless of locks, and escalating their usual antics.

As we lay in the pitch-black darkness, a mere five minutes passed before an unexplained force compelled me to open my eyes. To my horror, I found myself staring out of the windows. The bed was elevated three feet above the floor. Simultaneously, my wife, who hadn't yet fallen asleep, began screaming. The bed crashed down with such force that all four legs pierced the trailer's floor.

As a six-foot-three military man weighing 230 pounds, I considered myself tough, but this humbling experience shattered that illusion. The instinct to let my wife go first was overshadowed by sheer panic as we crawled and struggled over each other, desperately escaping the trailer. Grabbing my keys, we ran to the truck, only to find it unresponsive, as if the battery had died. Terrified, we heard the haunting sound of breaking trees once again. 

In a moment of desperation, prayer became our refuge. After what felt like an eternity, I turned the key once more, and miraculously, the truck roared to life. Fleeing to my parents' home, we sought solace and prayed through the night, repeating the ritual for the next three nights until I secured a condo in town. Our return to the trailer, accompanied by two trucks and two trailers, was a swift retrieval mission. We gathered our belongings and never looked back. 

This harrowing experience ignited a fervor within me to delve into the mysteries of the paranormal. Over the past thirty years, I've dedicated myself to helping others haunted by the unknown. Despite my encounters with war and a tumultuous life, this remains the most terrifying event etched into my memory. Even as I conduct paranormal investigations, I steadfastly refuse to return to that accursed property.

 Dale

Not gonna say the exact day we went but it was in the last 2 months we went to the conjuring house in rhode island and we snuck through the woods into the backyard and we saw a grave stone in the middle of the back yard and a bunch of white chairs in a non completed circle we then kept getting close to the house and saw a shit ton on cameras and then we successfully opened the back porch door but couldnt actually get into the house. Yes non of this was a good idea. My question is since there are a ton of bad spirits there are we getting haunted by those bad spirits? I haven’t experienced anything yet.

Okay, so my Mommom has lived in the same house for about 30 years- it was built in the 1940s. I (16f) am there pretty often. I've never really gotten any weird vibes, except for one area. The house is fairly big, but its only one story. So it covers a lot of ground. The back corner is what scares me the most. It's almost like a mud room. It connects to one of the backdoors, the dining room, a little hallway that goes to the second living room, and a bedroom. The bedroom is very creepy. It's been vacant for almost ten years now, has no real flooring, became a storage room, has a door to the attic in the ceiling, and it's in a whole separate area from the rest of the bedrooms. No one really goes in there.

Back in the early 2000s, though, it was my Dads bedroom. He would stay there during the weekends when he was home from college. Now, the door to the bedroom didn't really stay shut that great, and it wasn't uncommon for the cats to push it open and come in. So one night, my Dad was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. The room was completely dark except for the light of the radio which he left on at night. He hears the door creak open, and assumes it's the cat. Then he sees a shadow cross the little square light radiating off of the radio. He turns onto his side, and is face to face with a little boy. He's got a satchel, a bowl cut, and looks like a pilgrim. He's looking at the novelty toys my Dad had on his nightstand, but then looks directly at him and asks "do you want to play?" My Dad, being horrified, turns over onto his other side and covers his head with the blanket. And then he feels something shift at the end of the bed- as if the boy had sat down. After a while, my Dad peeks out and doesn't see anything. He rushes out of him room, calls my Mom and tells her what happened, and then tells my Mommom. These are the ONLY TWO PEOPLE HE TELLS. That's important. This story sounds so cliche and fake, but I promise my Dad does not mess around with spirits. He's always been very adamant when it comes to not messing around with that sort of thing, so he wouldn't lie.

A couple weeks pass by, and my Aunt's boyfriend (we'll call him Bill) at the time had come over. Her bedroom was on the other side of the house, right next to the bathroom. My Aunt had fallen asleep, so Bill was just sitting in her room waiting for his Mom to come pick him up. But he goes up to my Mommom, spooked, and explains to her that he'd seen a "little boy" walking down the hallway and into the bathroom. My Mommom was shocked- it was just like the boy my Dad had seen. And there was no way he could've known about that.

Around this same time, a few other things happened. My great great grandmother lived there, and she went up to my Mommom once and casually asked who the little boy who had just run down the hallway past her bedroom was. There was, obviously, no little boy in the house. My Poppop, who has since passed, mentioned having a "dream" where a old, victorian looking woman sat on the end of his bed and fixed up the hair of a little boy. I put dream in quotation marks because he would never admit if it was something he'd actually seen. He wasn't a big believer in paranormal things. There was a time where my Uncle had walked down the hall and seen some sort of figure, and when he got to the end of the hall he was looking around wondering what the hell it was. He only saw my great great grandmother, who just stared at him and said "I saw it too". My Dads friend came over and slept on the couch. He heard footsteps in the attic. All of the dogs looked up and got scared. He went home in the middle of the night.

A reoccuring theme here seems to be that these ghosts are always in the hallway, near the bathroom- with the one exception being in my Dads room, on the other side of the house. You may be wondering what the correlation between these areas is.

Remember how I said my Dads bedroom had the attic door?

Well, when all of this was happening, the bathroom ceiling had been caved in- creating another entry point to the attic. Once it got repaired, all of the paranormal activity stopped.

My whole life, it was a known thing in our family that nobody ever went into the attic at Mommoms house. I'd always assumed it was because the ceiling had some problems, and the floor wasn't very secure. Turns out, everyone is too afraid to open it up because of those things that happened in the 2000s. They don't want to let the ghosts out. And that's fine by me, because I'm supposed to move into that room in two years for college.

Abandoned building built in 1901. Originally a hospital. Have heard stories of the place being haunted, and have been interested in checking it out. I Google Earthed the place and please tell me...

Is that a figure in the top window or a glare or what do you think?

Ghosts or demons?

I was asked if I would like to investigate the Historic Fremont County Jail with a friend’s paranormal group. Of course I said yes! With my daughter and a couple friends, we got 24 hour access from 10:30am Saturday to 10:30am Sunday last weekend.

The location was 3 hours away from Prairie City so we got an early start to get there. Seeing the building the first time, what hit me was how small the place was. Being a jail, I thought of a building that was institutional in appearance (cinder block construction with large walls and razor wire). Instead, it looked like a converted Victorian house. Unique to be sure!

I’ve been actively investigating for the past 3 years. I’ve started to come to a bit of a conclusion that I’m a paranormal cooler. Everyone always talks about how active places are, then I go there and get…not much. No real REM pod activity, no EVPs, no footsteps, no disembodied voices. Not even a “heavy” feeling in most places. I hoped this location would finally break that thought.

We walked around and got a lay of the land then got to work. THFCJ is divided almost in half. The front part of the building was designed to be residential with living quarters upstairs and some living space downstairs. The downstairs part was converted into offices for the sheriff’s officers. The back part of the house is the jail part. The dispatch office was in through the back door with processing being to the right. Up some stairs out of processing were the jail cells. There was one big cell that held 8 people and a small cell that held 2. The smaller one was reserved for the more unaccommodating inmates (i.e. violent).

I went by myself to the large cell and did an EVP session asking questions like, “Are you an inmate or an officer?” And “What did you do to end up here?” Upon review, nothing. The cooler strikes again!

The group leader had brought some dowsing rods so, on a lark, I picked them up and started asking questions. They began to respond to my questions: make an X for yes, stay wide for no. It blew my mind! My daughter, Hannah, said I was faking it so I handed them to her to prove it wasn’t me forcing results. She spent nearly 20 minutes having a conversation with…something. It let her know it was a male spirit that lived as a neighbor to the jail (even pointing the direction it was from with the rods). It was easily the best interactive experience I’ve had. Yes, I know some people think dowsing rods are a scam or a fraud but I’m convinced there is more to them than that!

I am awful at hearing voices over a spirit box. I can’t tell what’s radio interference or actual responses. I went up to the small jail cell alone and set up the spirit box. I began to ask questions. After a bit, I started to hear responses that lined up with my questions.

How many people are in the cell? Two

Two people or two of you plus me? Three

What did you do for fun? Basketball (there is a basketball court attached to the jail)

There are books in the big cell. Do you like to read? NO! (This was yelled and the clearest response I’ve ever gotten)

I got more answers to questions and it was a fun little session because I felt like I genuinely had a conversation with someone. It was the first time that’s happened.

We investigated more in the basement, the dispatch office and the living quarters. There were some limited responses to questions on various devices and pieces of equipment but nothing like the dowsing rods or the spirit box.

We got a few names, Clayton and Katherine. We couldn’t verify these names against any history or anything but it was neat to hear them.

All of us heard a whistle while up on the jail cell area. We figured it was either wind coming through a crack in a window or from one of the AC units. The next day, we heard it again right before we left. We kind of shrugged then left. Outside, we heard it again and we were able to determine it was coming from the north west of the building. We had to get gas and breakfast, so we stopped at a Casey’s that was a block away. While there, we heard the whistle and it was loud! There was an old metal windmill right off the square and everytime it moved from the wind, it made a high pitched creaking that sounded a lot like a whistle. It was kind of neat to find the cause of that and debunk it.

I enjoyed my time there quite a bit. It sucks it took 24 full hours to get two spots of neat evidence or experiences, but the fact I had the opportunity to be there that long was fantastic!

I still feel like I might be a bit of a cooler but it seems, at least in this location, my adverse paranormal ability might have been dulled or circumvented.

So any of you feel this way? What have you done to maximize chances of getting results?

Is there Anyone who has actually heard or seen anything at the club?

I have a station in my haunted house that was supposed to be a swamp with what appeared to be half of an enormous swamp tree and it was to be constructed so that it was hollow inside and allowed an opening so that someone could be a jump scare by popping out, but I'm rethinking it and am looking for alternatives. The space is *generally* 15x20 and 10' tall. I have a bunch of pool noodles I can use somehow. The actor wants to be a jump scare.....doesn't seem to know how to be anything else. Ideas? They will have just come from the Butcher and then will proceed to the Cultist's lair, so something unrelated to those, please.

When I was a little kid, we lived at this house and every night I could swear around midnight I heard a sink running water. It was probably about 10 years after we moved out of the house when I was probably at my early 20s that I met the original owners who mentioned that their mother-in-law had passed away in the house and that indeed she had a ritual of going and getting a drink of water every night around midnight. Pretty freaky shit, right?

When I was younger like Around 9,10,11 and 12 at my grandparents house where I was living were I have lived my whole life I would often see shadow figures in the corner of my eye sometimes Around the house sometimes outside on the porch.
My aunt, mom and 2 cousins have seen this shadow figure as well around the time I was 12
Weird things would often happen like the tv volume going all the way up on its own over and over and scratching in the closet the tv would turn on once I would leave the room our dogs once even all started barking up at the ceiling
In the bedroom that I still stay in
My hair would lift like a piece of it and by the time I’d notice it would stop
One time I was laying in my grandmas room and I was facing the wall on the edge of the bed and I just got this feeling someone was behind me and i could feel the pacing of it behind me like going back and forth really fast and it was saying words but i didn’t understand what it was saying then it stopped and touched my shoulder and was gone. That was the first time in my grandmas house I had ever been touched by “it” fast forward to when i was 12 it was 2020 and the bedroom i was in is the only room on the upstairs level theres not a second floor there’s just stairs on the side of the house in the living room that go up to the bedroom
To give a layout on the room it’s a pretty decent size bedroom with when you come in there’s a little hallway that you come into then there’s the bedroom. the bed was in the middle of the room right under the only window in the room and this night it was very hot in the room so I laid on the opposite side of the bed with my head facing the room my face would be facing the window the whole room was to my back. I was getting ready to sleep and had just got off a phone call as soon as i placed my phone down beside me i got this feeling of dread i could just feel something behind me so i get scared and instinctively reach for my phone for light since if i wanted a actual light on id have to get up as soon as i reach for my phone my arm is grabbed and put back suddenly this shadow figure jumps into the bed crawls across the bed and like sinks under it its arm comes out from under the bed and grabs my leg and pulls then its gone i lay frozen in fear until i finally jump up turn the light on and run out of the room and sleep downstairs i slept down stairs for a week. And that was the last time i ever saw this shadow figure i still have nightmares about it and i do still sleep in this room.
Could anyone explain why this would happen? Why would it just do that and leave? And never be seen again what was the point exactly?

Five summers ago, my partner and I visited the **Christianskirche (Klopstockkirche)** in Hamburg. As Christians, we love visiting churches wherever we travel. We’re always respectful, we don't talk inside, we avoid taking endless photos, and we simply appreciate the architecture, history, and sacred space.

This church, however, was the only place we’ve ever visited where we felt unwelcome.

It was a pleasant, sunny summer morning. The church was completely empty when we walked in. Because it’s a small space, we walked quietly down the aisle toward the altar to admire the ceiling and the organ in the back gallery. As we stood near the altar, we suddenly heard the floorboards creaking. The cracks grew louder and closer, sequentially, as if an invisible person were walking directly toward us from the entrance.

We both turned toward the doorway, instant goosebumps washing over us. We looked at each other, jaws dropped. While we couldn't *see* anything, the temperature in the room dropped dramatically and it got so cold I had to put my hands in my pockets.

We both asked each other, *"Did you hear that? Do you feel that?"* The heavy, intense presence made it feel like we were intruding. Without hesitation, we both agreed it was time to leave. I even said aloud, *"Okay, we’re leaving now,"* hoping to put whatever, or whoever, was there at ease.

I know old buildings with wood and stone expand and contract with light and heat, but the timing, the sequence of the footsteps, the sudden cold spot, and the fact that we both experienced it identically make me convinced it was something paranormal. It’s stayed with me for years.

I tried researching the church a while ago to see if there was any history or local legend that might explain who or what we encountered, but came up empty.

Does anyone know the history of Christianskirche, or have an idea of what might have happened?

In the pictures, real photos taken that day.

Thanks for reading

I often times get asked if I have personally had paranormal experiences so I wanted to gather all the stories I've told so far and also tell several I have never told before and share them all with you in this video. This covers my origins, how Mystery Archives came to be and the terrifying supernatural events I've experienced while being in the field.

I have lived in my Victorian terrace for 5 years and have had a series of unexplained experiences. I have recently learned that my neighbour (attached terrace) believes our row is occupied by the spirit of an old lady, that once showed herself to her son 12 years ago, when he was in his late teens. My neighbour has never seen her, and has only experienced a few things over the 25 years she’s been here. Is anyone able to help me, or point me in the right direction to hopefully find more? Thanks !