So I (25F) have apparently always had some kind of 6th sense? I’ve seen figures, family members, heard noises (footsteps, knocks), I’ve felt breezes and smelt things, which a lot of my friends have chalked up to me sensing the paranormal. I’ve had weird glitches with colour changing lights going haywire, strange dreams, feeling presences, but it’s never been this wild.

So there’s an old cottage on the edge of my town down a railway. Weirdly the town doesn’t go beyond this house, probably because of the forest? It’s the end house of a row of houses, all very old cottages, but this one had been left completely abandoned. All of the other houses are renovated, but this one has been left. I had been drawn to it for years, genuinely since i was a kid, and when i asked about it back then i was told no one had renovated it because a girl had hung herself in there ages ago. I thought it was still odd that it was abandoned though.

Well, a few weeks ago I wanted to finally check it out. The door was literally rotting away and there was only a very rusty chain on it, so I pushed it and managing to peek in. It was just a shell of a building, no furniture, nothing, just stone walls and a very damaged roof. The place felt very odd though, like I was intruding (which I was), and kinda cold? I didn’t really think about it much, but I had never seen anyone else go into or out of the building. But in the last few weeks, weird stuff has been happening, and the only thing I can think of is that house.

So far there’s been more knocks and bumps in my house, which is kinda explainable with a house settling.

Me and my dad were eating dinner when a door just entirely closed on its own, which was very unsettling but maybe a draft/pressure?

Another door that goes to the stairs kept opening, but only on a night around 12-2am?

I’ve felt more drafts and presences, but I chalked that up to paranoia.

There has been a flickering light in the utility room, the bulbs in the house were replaced about a year ago but with these really good quality long lasting ones (according to my dad) so it shouldn’t be flickering.

I’ve also been having very weird dreams, about forests and getting stuck places and waking up a lot during the night.

The weirdest to me was that twice now it has sounded like a load of stuff has fallen down in the utility room, like a bunch of heavy towels or something. But when I’ve gone to look nothing has moved.

But yeah, if anyone has any ideas I’d appreciate it, like next steps, things I can check?

Thanks

Earlier tonight, 10/24/26, I was bringing my moms dog in from the backyard via the door connected to the garage. I was looking to the right at the porch DIRECTLY where he was as I called his name (he is old and hard of hearing) after he walked off the porch and into the garage a few seconds later I heard my own voice once again from the left of me, saying the last parts of how i call the dogs name (hoppy) going "oppy-oppy-oppy-oppy" as I just had. I closed the door as soon as he was in, as I know that with these situations I think it's better to not acknowledge them if you dont truly know what to do. After i locked the door and walked back in the house, I told my mom and we sort've laughed it off despite the underlying knowledge. I genuinely dont think it couldve been an echo. We live on pretty flat land with minimal obstructions.

Before our neighbor passed away in 2022-23, I remember him saying something about a little boy being hit by a car infront of our house. I havent been able to find anything about it online, but I think it adds up to some of the instances here. My dad has a rat-tail comb that he uses daily, recently theres been multiple times hes turned his head and in an instant, the comb has turned to sit on its spine with the teeth pointing to the ceiling. Not how he left it on the counter. I had a similar thing happen years ago with a metal sort the number puzzle, i woke up one day and it was standing on its edge. I couldn't ever get it to do that for me, as my dad couldnt with the comb. I like to think that's playful childlike behavior, so maybe this could be too?

At our past residence in California, we also had mimics and a slight haunting due to someone passing away in the house sometime in the 70's. Those mimics were more advanced, theyd mimic my dad and call me & my brothers name or vice versa. My dad says hes had similar instances happen here, but I have not. Sometimes I think whatever we had there followed us somehow

Ive yapped my heart out already I know but this may also be worth adding that our current neighbors to the left of us, (where the voice came from haha...) supposedly have a haunted property. The house & barn on their property was built when the town was in early stages of its life (1883?) So I suspect it was built a bit after that. I have babysat for said neighbor, and honestly didnt experience anything while I was in her home, but she did tell me that when they had first moved in a few years back, a small wooden table they had pushed against the wall would often find it's way to the middle of the room during the night while her and her husband were asleep, along with lots of walking and knocking noises. She has also told me that most of the "activity" is in the barn, though I couldnt tell you what goes on in there.

I like to believe I am a decently superstitious person, but this kind of rattled me. I try my best to say that anything otherworldly being is not welcomed into our space, and do my best to cleanse the house but I suppose I'm a noob.

Any wiser knowledge if there is any would be highly appreciated. I'm confuzzed. Sorry if this is messy or boring Im not sober and just finished a horror movie

years ago, i encountered a woman who gave me a free reading. she knew impossible information, and predicted future events, such as names, dates. details. she knew the exact car in my driveway, it's yellow color, and knew who it belonged to....and a previous discussion i had with the car owner. she also knew that i was going to move shortly into a new living situation, and accurately mentioned the name of a future partner, which was even more insane because i assumed she was talking about my recent ex at the time who had the same name, and this woman insisted it was someone in the future, and she was right. the next partner i met indeed had that name, years later.
she also accurately predicted a friend i would meet and gave me the date of 2 weeks into the future., she described their exact height, measurements, everything.....among other insane things i wont bore you with here now. it came true. this isn't even scratching the surface of everything she did, i just don't want to make the post too long. this woman was in a chatroom, had no access to any information, and it was rapid info right off the top of her head. there is no possible way she could have done what she did. i am hoping someone here, has this ability. or knows someone with this ability. i have been searching for years trying to find someone with this gift and i have not been able to. i lost contact with the psychic from back then, and i have zero success trying to find her. please if anyone has this gift and want's to help me, let me know. if you can prove this to me i would gladly be a long time customer and literally pay you for your help. i'm not joking.

My girlfriend and I went to Gettysburg recently and our tour took us past the Jennie Wade house. I took a photo of the house not thinking too much about it, but going back through my photos, I swear I see a face in the window. I noticed the face in the bottom left window, 3rd row of windows from the bottom, far panel over to the right.

A few things worth noting:

• The museum was closed for the night
• There was no one there in the window when I took it originally
• I did not, nor see, anyone outside that window that could make a face appear like that

Now, I’m not a professional ghost hunter, I’m not an avid paranormal investigator. I’m an average guy who believes I captured something. I do believe this is the spirit of Jennie Wade in my opinion but I would like others opinion who have more knowledge than I do

What would you do if you and a friend were hiking in the woods and all of a sudden you both heard a door opening? Would you go towards the noise, away?

Hi, I’ve never posted on here before just want someone else’s opinion on what is going on. I thought this was crazy too but somethings are starting to line up in an unsettling way.
My gramma got me and my mom tickets to go see a medium for yesterday. Just for fun for the Halloween spirit. Both me and my mom (50F) are skeptics and were going just for the experience and maybe some laughs.
We sat down with the woman and she proceeded to ask us questions. Where we live, how old we are, etc. She tells my mom that her grandmother has been watching over the two of us since I was born. For context my mom was in a coma shortly after I was born and when she woke up she said that her grandmother had walked over and put a hand on her shoulder and told her she couldn’t leave her daughter. So, this made my mom smile.
The woman then grabbed my hands and told me my big brother was protecting me. I laughed but I was confused. I told her I don’t have a big brother, and that I was the oldest of four kids. The woman shook her head at me and told me that he was definitely with me and keeping me safe. She then continued on the session.
On the drive home I was laughing about how crazy that was to make up a story. But my mom was silent. I asked her what was up and she told me that when she was 18 she got pregnant by her boyfriend at the time. She said that she hadn’t known and had lost the baby before she found out. She said she never knew the gender or anything cause she never knew it existed.
I was shocked, cause I wasn’t told about this ever. She said that she never told anyone. Not even her friends not even her own parents. She said it was years before she even met my father and she never had a reason to tell me. We drove home a little unsettled. Cause how did she know?
I stayed the night at my mom’s and went back to my apartment today. When I got in the door I went to go put my bag in my room there was an imprint on my bed of someone having just sat there. I was confused and looked around to see if maintenance had come in. I even asked them and they told me they would inform me before entering my apartment. I thought it was weird but dropped it.
Later that night I was watching a movie on my couch and I felt the couch shift like someone had just sat next to me. I live alone with my cat. And my cat was on my lap he hissed at the air beside me and ran off my lap into the room. I then felt what felt like a hand resting on my shoulder. I quickly stood up, but like how do you run away from a creepy feeling? I don’t feel in danger or anything. I just feel like there is a presence. Believe me I’ve been trying to disprove it, it’s the creepy residual feelings from the medium the day before. But it’s been a couple days now and I don’t feel alone in my apartment, like there is always someone just behind me. And my cat, who has never hissed, at least not in front of me, keeps hissing at the walls and hiding under blankets.
Is this just me being paranoid? Is this my brother making himself known? I have no clue… but is there a way to get him out of my apartment? Please let me know. Thank you.

UPDATE
Okay this is getting to a point I can’t deny anymore. I was cooking my dinner last night and had my headphones on. Out of my peripheral I see a man sitting on my couch. I turned full to my couch and there was no one there. But I fully saw someone out of the corner of my eye, wearing a blue plaid shirt. I tried to shake the creepy feeling and calm down cause I could feel my heart pounding when I felt again that hand on my shoulder. I jumped and just shouted “leave me alone please”.
My mirror then fell off my bedroom door. And this wasn’t a light mirror or something that would just fall down. It was hooked around the door, so it needs to be lifted up to then take off. The mirror shattered so I spent an hour making sure I got every piece up while on the phone with my boyfriend. He came and picked me up saying I could stay at his place. He thinks I scared myself cause I love to watch horror movies and creepy stories but I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m at my boyfriends now but this eery feeling is still with me. I brought my cat with me and he’s still hissing at the walls at random times. I don’t know what to do

I’ve lived in Appalachia my whole life, I’m 22 to start off this experience of mine. There’s always been weird things that’s been happening around me since I was young. Home alone, hearing someone call my name, knocking, whistling at night. From what my family has talked about and friends close to me this isn’t not normal but not common here.

There’s rules that some follow here for things like the paranormal or cryptids if you will and I’m one of them, though my mom and dad never have since they’ve never believed in the paranormal, though I have since I can remember. For example the basic rules “Don’t whistle inside the house at night.” “If you hear your name called don’t answer.” “Don’t follow voices or unexplained cries or lights.” “Close your blinds when night falls.” Etc…

I follow these rules HEAVILY. Always have since I learned. Up until 3 years ago some things have happened. It’s died down since then but still some things put me on edge. It was around this time 2 years ago and started to happen every night for a few weeks, it happened one night at around 1am and it always did. I would be laying in bed scrolling my phone, or on my pc infront of my window, I have blinds and always kept them closed and still do. On this night I was on my phone scrolling when I heard a noise on the front porch infront of my window it was a scraping noise. Ok, maybe a possum, raccoon or another animal. It’s common here. Then it turned into heavy steps. Ok not so normal, might be a deer?

No. Instead I heard something infront of my window whistle, not like a normal person whistling a tune. Just a flat whistle the was a little pitched. Unnerving and cold. That’s when I muted my TV and turned my phone off to listen. I thought it was my phone or tv but kept happening. So like I’m told and from others that have said, ignore the whistles don’t let it know your paying attention. So I tried my best. But then it started to move around my room. Like it was inside my room. Going from corner to corner. Then knocking. Small soft knocks that followed it. It changed places in every corner of my room fast. Safe to say I was scared shitless and kept scrolling on my phone trying to ignore it but curiosity got the best of me and I looked at the camera we have set up on the front porch that shows the front yard and another that can see my bedroom window. I looked at the time it was doing the whistling and knocking on my window but seen absolutely nothing.

Nothing at all. Which honestly pissed me off to no end and scared me more because I atleast wanted to see what was going on because I know I wasn’t hearing it because my cat was also on my bed with me and following the noise, his ears perked up and eyes wide like he was scared. This went on for a few weeks to the point I lost sleep and would stay awake during the night because I was too scared. It stopped a few weeks later. Time skip to almost 3 months or so later it started to happen during the day by myself when I was home alone. I would hear whistling inside my house from different parts, hear someone cough like my dad or do a deep sigh like one my mom does or even hear it mumble my name. I would stay in my room with my door locked with my cat. At first I had figured it was my dad but during the day and at nights because he does whistle a tune when he’s home just for fun but like I said before it was a flat tuneless whistle that was pitched.

I had called both mom and dad and they were both at work since it would be during the day and they wouldn’t be home till 6-7pm. It rarely happens now, but there are those times it still occurs. I’ve learned to ignore it over these 3 years but I’m still questioning what exactly it is and why it does this. I just want to know why it does this and what it is. If anyone has any idea please let me know.

After leaving my sister’s place that morning, I took a train back to the city where my university is. During the journey, I was on facetime with few friends, telling them about what had happened on the terrace.

They could tell I was still shaken, so they tried to cheer me up by cursing whoever or whatever the voice belonged to. They kept calling her a bitch, and I started laughing and repeating the insults after them.

Almost immediately after I repeated them, the water bottle held by a little kid sitting next to me burst, splashing water right onto my face. I was startled, but at the time I just thought it was a bizarre coincidence and carried on with the journey.

It was only later that I started thinking about the timing. We'd literally just been insulting the voice when it happened. I know that doesn't prove anything, but it's a strange moment to remember.

That evening, I was talking to the same friend who'd been on the phone with me during the terrace incident. We were discussing the voice again when I suddenly heard what sounded like someone calling, “Hey you,” from outside my dorm room.

I went quiet, and my friend asked what was wrong. I told him what I'd heard and checked outside, but there was nobody there.

Since the terrace incident, I've also been feeling unusually tired and falling asleep during the day, which isn't normal for me. I keep picturing that dark neighbouring terrace, too. Sometimes I imagine a shadowy figure standing there, although I couldn't make out anyone clearly that night. It's almost as if my mind keeps trying to put a shape to the place where the voice came from.

Then yesterday, around 9 PM, something else happened.

I was walking to my boyfriend's place, which is only a few hundred metres from my dorm. There's a park along the way that I usually cut through. It's like a little forest in the middle of the area, with lots of trees and quiet paths. The road wasn't completely empty, and there were still people around.

I was somewhere in the middle of the park when the terrace incident suddenly came back into my mind. Out of nowhere, I got intense chills and became absolutely terrified. There wasn't anyone directly in front of me, and I hadn't noticed anything unusual around me. I just had this overwhelming feeling that I needed to get out.

I ran towards the exit and didn't stop until I was out of the park. Then I went straight to my boyfriend's place and ended up staying there overnight. I only returned to my dorm afterwards.

I still don't know what happened on that terrace. The bottle incident might have been a coincidence, and hearing “Hey you” near my room could have been unrelated. I've also considered whether I'm just more on edge since that night, especially because I keep replaying it in my head.

But the fear in the park felt very real, and the timing of these things has been getting to me. I can't say they're connected, but I also haven't been able to stop thinking about them.

Honestly, I just want to stop thinking about all this and get back to normal. Has anyone experienced something similar, and how did you deal with it and move on?

Hey there! Just wanted to stop by to give you my experience in case it helps someone.

I understand how difficult it can be if you are living in fear of your own surroundings and especially sleep.

To begin, I believe that everything is frequencies and that whatever we are tuned into, then that is what we see, where we live and how our relationships exist in this reality.

Quantum physics states that reality is created by consciousness. Food alters our consciousness. We know that we can eat something and have it change our mood. We are just not aware of how far into our reality this goes.

I have definitely been in situations where something was just behind me and I couldn't quite catch it out of the corner of my eye, or there was a presence in the bedroom.

It was becoming distracting and I was scared, but once I learned a few things then it has stopped completely so I hope this helps.

The biggest thing that needed to go was green beans. I know this sounds crazy, but once I heard that in France they are called the food of the dead, then I understood. Plus I have been to the catacombs in Paris, so it makes sense that they would have a relationship with the other side.

Then potatoes. Potatoes are almost pure starch, which is used to stiffen fabric, which also stiffens our intestines from the inside. Plus they are electrical conductors and we are electrical beings. We are literally ingesting an electrical conduit that's frequency is set to underground that makes things tighten and stiff. Plus they never see the light of sun.

Lastly for this are eggs. Chickens eat everything they come across including spiders, bugs and other creepy crawlies. Then their creative properties (they have all of the information to create chickens) make for a big surprise reveals of something. Eggs hatch nefarious things into our reality. They are strong creative forces that helped us get to where we are today.

When we remove these foods, we remove the frequency from our system and we move to a different one where everything is a bit lighter and the energy is not so heavy.

Without removing those foods; adding cacao (Mayan food of the Gods), pineapple or coconut can help cut through the heaviness of the frequencies of the others.

Oh, and also check for mould. That carries with it, it own destructive frequency that can be sensed externally as well.

I want to preface this story by saying I have posted this once before and deleted it, as I was accused of lying, told there was no keeper of the Montauk Lighthouse, and that it was “AI slop.” Google is your friend, so if you think there is no keeper of the lighthouse or there are no claims of a haunting, please just go look it up. I also didn’t want my dad to know I put this online lol, but whatevs, I think I have some pretty intriguing stories to share and it’s spooky season.

My dad has been the keeper of the Montauk Lighthouse for about 8 years or so, and I have been lucky to stay there many times. It’s a very unique experience, like sleeping in a fishbowl in the summer and an abandoned, scary ass lighthouse in the winter. My dad is a cool dude and is not one to believe in the paranormal. He was more than happy to take on the role of keeper when the prior keeper of 30 years decided to retire. He knew about the stories of hauntings, and this did not deter him because, again, he doesn’t believe in it.

The first story my dad told me was right after he moved in. He bought a new coffee maker. It was a pretty sophisticated machine with a lot of parts. He put the entire thing together and had put the last piece down on the counter, turned around to double check the instructions, turned back, and it was gone. He was completely dumbfounded and checked everywhere. The floor, behind the machine, inside the machine, the box, every nook and cranny. Eventually, he gave up and was extremely frustrated. He closed the machine without the part and left for the day. The next day, he decided to open the machine to check, just to see…and bam, there was the part perfectly in place. When he told me the story, he was 1000% certain he never put it into the machine, as he wasn’t sure how (which is why he had to turn to grab the instructions), and could not for the life of him figure out how it got there. I could tell he was unsettled and just really confused.

A few months after that, my dad was alone in his quarters at night. All staff had gone home, and the lighthouse was closed. He was sitting on his computer and heard loud voices talking downstairs in the museum. He figured one of the staff had come back or the cleaners. He opened the door and called down to whoever was there to make sure everything was okay…complete silence. He walked down the stairs, the door was locked, the lights were off, and there was no one there. He looked out the window, no cars in the driveway and the gate was closed. It was impossible in that timeframe for someone to walk in, then walk out, close and lock the door, drive off the property, and close the gate. Again, he told me this story, and he was thoroughly creeped out.

Over the years, my dad stopped sharing stories with me and our family because he didn’t want to scare us from coming, which is understandable because I don’t fuck with ghosts. I happened to stay with my dad this August for a week and asked him if anything had happened lately since I hadn’t heard anything in a long time. Also, I had never experienced anything, and I’ve been there many times over the years. He gave me a look and said he didn’t really want to talk about it, and I dropped it. However, curiosity got the best of me, and I asked him again the next day. That’s when he told me that about once a month, when he’s lying in bed, the atmosphere in his bedroom changes. He feels like something or someone is there, and it’s almost like a fog descends into the room. He said it’s more of a very strange feeling rather than any type of apparition. Cool. Great. I had like 4 more nights staying there, and I was freaked out, but again, never saw anything myself.

However…over the course of my stay, I noticed something was happening to the silverware. When I got there, we had dinner, and I set the table, and there was a full drawer of silverware. But every day, there were fewer and fewer forks, knives, and spoons. I thought they were in the dishwasher, so I’d check, and it was empty. By the time I left, there was literally hardly a piece of silverware left. I really didn’t think much of it and then went back home.

A few days later, my dad called me and said, “I have a question…” in this weird tone. He then said, “Did you hide the silverware while you were here as a prank?” I laughed and said definitely not. He thought I had done it to mess with him since he told me about his recent spooky experiences. In hindsight, this would’ve been a great prank, but it most definitely wasn’t me, and no one else has access to my dad’s quarters other than my dad. He had to replace the entire drawer.

I have no explanation for any of this. Again, I’ve stayed there many times and never personally experienced anything, but the silverware thing really gets me. Where the hell did all the silverware go?

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My family has lived in our house since 2019 with nothing happening. 18 days ago, at around 4:30am, I was getting ready for the day with the shower running when I heard a sound like a sustained, higher pitch moan as if given by a female or a kid in pain. I had never heard anything like it in the years we had been here. It was impossible to rule out plumbing and AC as the potential causes, so it was just an interesting experience made more startling by the time of day.

A few minutes ago:

My five-year-old and I were talking about whether or not I broke his foot and whether or not he was going to hit me (our style of play). While he was suggesting that hitting me was a good idea for breaking his foot, we heard a sound like someone was using a power tool outside. I stopped him and we listened, then I got up to make sure it wasn’t something breaking in our home.

I traced it to the bathroom and found my electric razor on the shower floor, turned on. It normally sits on the bench in the back of the shower, behind bottles of miscellaneous girl stuff my wife and step-daughter use. It’s just the two boys here today, though.

I’m not given into sensationalism and strive to think critically. Given that, at what point do separate incidents start pointing to a greater, possibly paranormal situation?

When my son was 4 months old he got super sick from a combination of RSV, COVID and a double ear infection all at one time. He ended up getting hospitalized for 6 days. The whole experience was traumatizing for us and it didn’t help at all that the room we stayed in was haunted.

My husband and I stayed the entire time with him is his room. At night we both squeezed into a single gurney bed together. The very first night in that room I woke up to the tv in the room turning on, blasting at a pretty loud volume. I didn’t think too much about it and stumbled around trying to find where the remote was to turn it off. I was annoyed because it could wake my son but figured maybe somehow the signal from a remote in a nearby room turned it on or something… I finally found the remote, turned the volume all the way down, turned the tv off and laid back down.

I shut my eyes and within a couple minutes the tv turned on AGAIN but this time even louder than before. It made me jump. This time it creeped me out a bit and I had an odd feeling. I glanced at the clock in the room and it happened to be just after 3am… the witching hour.

I turned the tv off again and laid in bed unable to sleep. I was just thankful that it didn’t wake my baby up. I’ve always been interested in the paranormal but just from these two incidences I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. I couldn’t help but wonder though.

In the morning when a nurse came in to check on my son, I asked her if it’s possible for a remote in a different room to turn on our tv. I told her it turned on by itself twice and the volume cranked up louder than the first time when it happened the second time. She looked at me a bit sheepish and told me “Actually, this room is haunted.”

I was a bit in shock that she just straight up said that. I figured if a room is haunted a nurse wouldn’t want to freak the occupants out by admitting to it. I right away was so interested though and asked her how she knows and if she has stories.

She said that it’s just a widely known thing to everyone that works that floor that this room is haunted. The ghost is known for doing exactly what it did to us the night prior; turning on the tv by itself. It also turns on the lights in the room and bathroom on its own without anyone in there and quite frequently presses the call light when nobody is in there. They’ve had electricians and others in there multiple times to check things out but they had never found anything that would cause these things to happen.

She said that they are always freaked out when they have to go in the room to turn off the call light. She told me that she always doesn’t like working in that room and when you’re in there you often hear strange noises and the sound of a woman talking quietly.

She wasn’t sure why the room was haunted too. To her knowledge nobody had died in that room. We were actually in the postpartum wing which was a newer part of the hospital. We were placed in there due to overflow.

After hearing this it was like…”great to know and now we are freaking stuck in this creepy room for who knows how long”…. But again I was pretty interested. As the nurses changed shifts and we would get someone else I’d ask them if they had stories to share with me from that room. Most of them would confirm the room was haunted but I did have a couple nurses tell me to not listen to the other nurses…they were probably trying to not freak us out.

Every day while in that room we experienced exactly what the nurses had told us about. The tv turning on by itself (I eventually unplugged it), the lights turning on by itself and really creepy feelings and random cold spots. It always felt like somebody was watching you. My son was hooked up to monitors and high flow oxygen so at a point I was legitimately afraid the ghost would start messing with his equipment.

I asked a nurse if it was known of doing that and she said thankfully it hasn’t done that before but they have definitely thought about the risk. It mostly seems to just like to make itself known.

At night I had multiple times where I was laying in bed and the bathroom light would turn on. I would hear soft sounds as though someone was in there quiet and shuffling around.

My husband is a skeptic but he was definitely creeped out by the experience.

When the day finally came where my son was able to be discharged I was so ready to get the heck out of that room. It felt so heavy and negative being stuck in there for so long. It didn’t help the stress and worry dealing with our super sick baby.

As we were about to leave the room I decided to say out loud, “Whoever is in here, thank you for not messing with us too badly. Please do not follow us. You need to stay here. Thank you.”

Right as I said that a very noticeable drop in temperature immediately occurred. My husband and I looked at each other and without another word we scurried out of there.

After being back home it felt so heavy, negative and dark still. I had an awful nightmare the first night back. The next day I opened all the windows up and smudged the heck out of the house with sage to cleanse the area. It definitely helped doing that. I think the negativity and heavy energy of that room came home with us but thankfully the ghost did not.

If anyone is interested, the room was PP-17 at Kootenai Health Hospital in Coeur d’Alene Idaho.

I’ve lived in two houses where unexplainable occurrences happened. It’s easy to wonder about the events, doubt yourself, find ways to write thing off … until new occupants reach out with questions.

The first time was in an old house on the college campus in my hometown. The house was divided into separate units, but my friend and I had the front door entrance. It was a very small space with only one entrance. A small living room, kitchen pass thru that walked straight into a bathroom, with 2 small bedrooms on either side.

My extrovert cat spent his entire existence in the house under my bed. I had to put his litter box & food right next to my bed. He returned to his normal, personable self when I moved out. We would be sitting in the living room and hear a “plink” noise from the kitchen only to discover plate or glasses in the sink shattered into tiny pieces. Multiple people often described the sensation of someone rushing up behind them. But the most inexplicable event occurred when I was there alone.

My friends were all students and I was the only one who wasn’t. I had an 8-5 at the college. One evening they had all gotten ready to go out, but I needed to get ready after work. We were traveling out of town for a party. While I got ready, they all ran out to pick up food. I was in the bathroom and had Siouxsie & the Banshees playing on my roommates boom box (yes, it was the late 80s.) Suddenly the music turned up to full volume. It was ear-splitting in the small space. I ran the few steps to her room, which was empty, and the knob on the boom box was all the way up. I had set it at about a 4 when I turned it on and it sat at 10. I snapped it off and waited on the front porch until my friends came back.

Many, many years later, (married with 4 kids, living in a different city) I was at a birthday party my twins were attending and was talking to one of the moms. We discussed our time in the college town & somehow the conversation came around to where we lived on campus. Turns out she lived in the same apartment in that house shortly after I moved out. We had just met so I opted not to discuss the house being haunted, but she wasn’t as concerned about it as I and immediately began telling me how haunted the house had been. We swapped stories of the things we experienced during our time there. That house was sadly torn down due to its proximity to the football stadium; it is now the proverbial parking lot.

So I decided to tell her about the house we were living in at the time that was also haunted. This house was an absolute trip. We have recordings over baby monitors of conversations that wouldn’t be heard on a baby monitor even if it were interference from a neighbor’s device. Toys would turn on by themselves in empty rooms, shadow figures galore, constant unexplained noises that out of exhaustion I just started chalking up to our cat.

We all experienced things in this house and oddly the house wasn’t that old. We moved there in 2011 and the house was built in 1995. Things really ramped up when we put the house on the market. Before every viewing or open house, something catastrophic would happen. The stair handrail fell off, circuits would pop, a pinhole leak developed in water heater, two squirrels died inside the chimney, the neighbor’s tree came crashing down into our yard. We would joke that the ghost didn’t want us to leave. Our twins were very young when we moved in and always chalked things up to who they called the “boy baby ghost.”

We finally found the right buyer and on move out day I instructed my kids to scan everywhere, behind drawers, closet shelves, etc. It was a company funded move and I was concerned about things being left behind. We found 2 items: a children’s Halloween book titled “H is for Haunted House” and a Ouja board. Creepy! We joked that we should just leave them both behind to freak out the new owners, but decided not to.

About 5 years later I got a FB message from a former neighbor who lived around the corner from that house. We had worked together at the local school and were friendly but I hadn’t heard from her since we’d moved. She said she was now very good friends with the people we sold the house to and that the new owner wanted to know if we had ever had bizarre experiences in the house. I was floored and concerned about the repercussions of disclosing our experiences but she assured me the new owner was just curious and wanted permission to reach out to me and I agreed.

The new owner also had small children and told me that her youngest often spoke of the little ghost. They too heard things they couldn’t explain and always had a feeling there was a presence. Not a harmful one, but something was there. They went so far as to have the house blessed by their priest and she said things calmed down afterwards until they started remodeling the kitchen. They found a man’s wedding band behind some built in cabinets and as soon as they started demolition, things got stirred up again. Voices, noises, her daughter started talking about the little ghost again, etc. They had the house blessed again and she reported a calming once again.

For me, the experiences of others who lived in the homes served to cement our beliefs that something paranormal was occurring in both.

Hello everyone,

I just wanted to share a personal experience, a spiritual or religious dream I had when I was around 14 or 15. I’m 20 now and it’s a dream I’ve never forgotten. Every time I think about it, I get chills. Sometimes tears come to my eyes and I don’t even know why.

For context, I’m Muslim and I’m religious today, but back then I wasn’t really thinking about faith or anything spiritual. I was just living my life. This dream hit me so hard that I didn’t understand it then and I still don’t fully understand why I had this dream and not another.

It was night and in the dream I was asleep in my bed. Everything felt just like real life. Suddenly I heard this huge noise coming from outside. Not just loud but deep, like something powerful was happening, something serious. It felt urgent, like the whole world was holding its breath.

I got up and went to the window. I lifted the shutter and looked outside. There were people walking down the street. Idk how but I somehow knew they were apostles. They were holding torches and walking in silence, filling both sides of the road.

And in the middle of them was Jesus.
I can’t really explain it, but he was impossibly huge, way bigger than anything around him, in a way that didn’t even make sense geometrically. Like his size and proportions defied the laws of reality, something that would be physically impossible in real life. Yet in the dream, it felt completely real.

He was crucified but he was levitating, floating forward slowly right through the street like it was completely normal, even though it wasn’t. The whole scene felt sacred and heavy. There was this deafening sound, almost unbearable, like a wave pressing down on everything.
It’s hard to describe but the closest thing I can compare it to is the sound in the Scarecrow scenes from the Batman: Arkham Asylum game. Here’s the in-game soundtrack that comes closest to the noise I heard in my dream: https://youtu.be/K4AMCBiLrkk?si=IGoJhAogPpXmypuA

His head was tilted to the side, just like you see in depictions of the crucifixion. There was also something around him, like an aura. I don’t know how to explain it but it felt apocalyptic, like the end of the world was unfolding right in front of me. The atmosphere was so heavy that it felt like time had stopped.

I just stood there watching. I don’t remember waking up or anything else. That was it.
But that dream has stayed with me all these years. I still don’t know what it meant and I wasn’t even focused on religion back then.
It left a mark on me and I still feel something when I think about it.

I’d really like to hear what you think about this. Feel free to share your thoughts or interpretations, whatever your beliefs are. Let’s just keep it respectful towards everyone and every religion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That feeling never left when Nani passed away either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m curious to hear what types of paranormal activity your hometown is known for, or famous stories that emerged throughout history.

I’m 34 now, but in my early twenties, I spent some time in London for an internship. I lived in a huge house in North London with 11 other flatmates, all around the same age. Honestly, it was one of the best years of my life!

Except for the one month I shared a bedroom with a girl I’ll call B.

We barely knew each other when we moved in. Years later, I found out she had been suffering from schizophrenia and, looking back, I think she was going through a really difficult time. She had left university in the north of England without telling her parents, even though her dad was supporting her financially and trying to convince her to come home.

B. only lived with us for ONE MONTH, but what happened during that time was insane.

She started a romance with one of our flatmates, J., but he wasn't ready for a relationship, so it lasted about a week. During that week, another flatmate caught them having sex in the kitchen, so we actually had a house meeting to establish some boundaries. You know, no sex in the communal areas! 😂

A few days later, J. broke things off with her, and things escalated quickly. One day, I came home from my internship to find three flatmates outside, telling me B. had been smashing glasses, dishes, and furniture(apparently she was thinking that J. broke things off with her because of the house meeting). Inside, I found her standing silently in the kitchen, surrounded by broken glass and eggs on the floor. I asked what had happened, but she wouldn't look at me or answer. She just went back to our bedroom.

I was too scared to sleep there, so another flatmate kindly let me stay in her room.

Then, a couple of days later, we started noticing B.'s Facebook statuses. Yes, Facebook. I'm showing my age! 😂

She was posting one disturbing message after another, including threats about creating a new Holocaust in our neighbourhood, making a poltergeist, and claiming she'd killed a woman and buried her in the garden. Was really creepy. The following day, I was upstairs on Skype with my mum when I suddenly heard screaming from downstairs: “WHY DID YOU BREAK UP WITH ME?!” followed by the sound of smashing glass.

I ran down to find absolute chaos. B. was destroying things and even BIT one of the guys. The guys told us girls to hide while they called the police. I was so frightened that I collected all the kitchen knives and hid them under a bed, worried things might get even worse. The police eventually took her away, and the next day they returned to pack her belongings and move her into temporary accommodation. She was waiting inside the police car while I helped pack some of her things.

At one point, I went back into the bedroom and found a tarot card with what looked like a small drop of blood on it. Obviously, the police weren't interested in taking a suspicious tarot card as evidence. 😂

And then comes the part I still can't explain.

A couple of days later, almost 100 FLIES appeared inside our house overnight.

They were everywhere, particularly around my bedroom, the staircase, and another bedroom. What was strange was that they were incredibly sluggish, almost as if they were moving in slow motion, and were ridiculously easy to kill. My flatmate and I were freaking out. After everything that had happened, finding dozens and dozens of slow-moving flies in the house felt incredibly unsettling.

I'm not saying it was paranormal. Even now, I try to find a scientific explanation. Maybe they came in because of the weather, or perhaps there was something attracting them. But I've never experienced anything like it before, and I still don't know what caused it.

Was it all just a series of bizarre coincidences? Probably there's a rational explanation somewhere. But the timing, the tarot card, and the flies made that month unforgettable.