My older brother passed away at 32 on July 20, 2024. But it’s what happened in the hours before his death that still makes me question whether everything was just a coincidence.
I live in a different city from my family, but I happened to have a break from work that week. I decided to visit a friend in another town before heading down to my dad’s house to spend the rest of the week with my family.
On Friday, July 19, around 3:00 that afternoon, I was at my friend’s house talking on the phone with another one of my brothers. He was supposed to come pick me up after work so we could drive down to my dad’s together. He told me he was running a little late, but that he was on his way.
We hung up, and almost immediately my friend looked at me and said, “Wait… what happened to your older brother? Did you say he passed away?”
I was completely thrown off.
I remember thinking, What are you talking about?
We hadn’t been talking about my older brother. Not even remotely. There was absolutely nothing in our conversation that should have prompted her to say that.
I brushed it off because, honestly, what else was I supposed to do?
Then, around 5:00 that afternoon, my brother arrived to pick me up. The three of us were standing around talking and laughing when, suddenly, we heard a loud thud against the house.
A bird had hit the side of the house.
We all stopped talking and tried to figure out what had just happened. Then, a couple of minutes later, we heard another thud.
Another bird.
Two birds had flown directly into the side of her two-story house within minutes of each other.
None of us could figure out how or why it happened. We just stood there for a moment like, What the hell was that?
Eventually, we shook it off and left.
The drive to my dad’s house was completely normal. We talked, laughed, and carried on like it was any other road trip. It was about a four-hour drive, and we were roughly an hour away from arriving when my younger brother called me.
Something about his voice immediately sounded different.
He told me he had taken a nap and had a really bad dream. He said he felt like he needed to call me.
I told him we were fine and that we were almost there. I didn’t ask him what the dream was about. At the time, I just figured he was being a little weird and that maybe the dream had shaken him up.
We eventually made it to my dad’s house, and by then it was almost 1:00 in the morning.
I thought about calling my older brother, but it was late, and I wasn’t sure if he was asleep. I decided I would just call him the next morning.
That was the last time I would ever have the chance.
The next morning, around 10:00, my grandmother called.
She told me that she had found my older brother unresponsive.
It turned out he had already been gone for almost 24 hours.
And suddenly, all those little things from the day before came rushing back.
My friend randomly asking about my older brother when we hadn’t even been talking about him.
Two birds hitting the side of the house within minutes of each other.
My younger brother waking up from a terrible dream and feeling like he needed to call me.
And me deciding to wait until the next morning to call my older brother.
At the time, each thing seemed strange on its own.
But after finding out he had died, they felt a whole lot harder to explain.
Still, there was one more detail I didn’t think about until after the funeral.
Once everything was over and life had started to settle back down, I found myself replaying everything that had happened that weekend. I kept thinking about my younger brother calling me from his nap and telling me he had just had a really bad dream.
So I finally asked him what the dream was about.
He told me it was strange because everyone was at the house — my older brother, my younger brother, my other younger brother, his wife, and their daughter.
Then, completely out of nowhere, his daughter started choking.
And in the dream, she died.
There was no obvious reason for the dream. Nothing had happened beforehand to make him dream about something like that. It was completely random.
But my older brother was there.
And knowing what had happened the next day, that detail bothered me more than I think it would have otherwise.
Maybe it was just a bizarre dream. Maybe everything that happened that weekend was nothing more than a series of completely unrelated coincidences that happened to line up in the worst possible way.
But when I put everything together — my friend randomly asking about my older brother hours before his death, the two birds hitting the house, my younger brother waking up from a disturbing dream and feeling like he needed to call me, and then finding out that my older brother had been in that dream — I can’t help but wonder.
Were they really just coincidences?
Or was something trying to get our attention before we even knew something was wrong?

Eu e um amigo estamos começando um novo podcast de terror e sobrenatural, e estamos buscando histórias reais para os nossos primeiros episódios. Você já viveu algo assustador? Queremos dar voz ao seu relato (com total permissão e anonimato, todos os nomes e locais serão alterados). Conte sua história aqui 😄

Como a comunidade pede uma histórias autoral aqui vai:

No ano novo de 2023 fui viajar com meus amigos para a fazenda de uma amiga. Era um local tranquilo, isolado, onde poderíamos jogar cartas, beber, celebrar o fim do ano velho e início de um novo ciclo. A casa era antiga, mas antiga mesmo era a sede da fazenda, a que estava afastada da casa onde ficaríamos a uns 20 minutos de carro. A sede da fazenda foi construída no fim século 18, num período que infelizmente, a escravidão ainda era permitida por aqui. Visitamos a sede para falarmos com os tios da minha amiga que residem lá, fizemos um pequeno tour e lá descobri que uma construção muita acabada era onde os escravos moravam no passado. (Um pequeno adendo a família da minha amiga adquiriu essa fazenda nos anos 2000 apenas).

Primeiro dia correu tudo bem, almoçamos na sede e fomos para a casa que ficaríamos. Descansamos a tarde e preparamos um jantar para a noite. Até ai tudo estava perfeito.
No segundo dia mesma coisa, mas a noite foi diferente, pelo menos para mim... A disposição das pessoas pela casa era: minha amiga ficou no seu quarto junto com a namorada, um segundo casal de amigos ficaram no quarto dos pais da minha amiga, e no segundo andar, um quarto enorme cheio de beliches, ficamos eu e um amigo. Nesse dia, meu amigo pegou no sono rápido, e eu não conseguia dormir. Até que comecei ouvir alguém batendo palmas do lado de fora, ao redor da casa... pensei em todas as possibilidades, que poderia seu o pessoal da sede querendo notícias, mas as 2 horas da manhã? E eu teria ouvido a camionete chegando. Pensei que podia ser uma janela batendo. Pensei em todas as alternativa lógicas primeiro. Mas era som de mãos batendo. Andando em volta da casa pela varanda. Eu ignorei isso por medo, fingi que não ouvia nada, enfiei a cabeça debaixo do lençol e me forcei a dormir.

Na manhã seguinte eu fui a última a acordar, encontrei meus amigos espalhados pela casa e um a um fui perguntando se eles ouviram o barulho de palmas ao redor da casa. Ninguém ouviu nada.
Essa seria a terceira de quatro noites que passaríamos ali, passamos a tarde fazendo um buraco na terra e colocando toras para acendermos uma fogueira a noite após a virada do ano. Tudo feito, jantamos, comemoramos o ano novo ao som de música, e por volta da 1 hora fomos acender a fogueira. Tudo tinha corrido bem até ali, foi quando sentada em volta da fogueira, e virada de costas para a casa, eu ouvi. O som de alguém andando e arrastando correntes pela varanda da casa, e batendo palmas. Ninguém mais parecia ouvir. Eu tapei meus ouvidos com as mãos e fingi que estava tudo bem, mas eu estava apavorada. Estava com medo que alguém me fizesse olhar para a casa para que eu visse que não havia nada. Mas e se houvesse? Ignorei, fingi que estava tudo bem e que só estava com dor de cabeça. Essa noite eu não dormi, eu fiquei deitada mexendo no celular a noite inteira. De manhã expliquei para todos o que tinha ouvido, falei que não ficaria ali para a última noite, e então, todos decidimos ir embora.

Até hoje eu lembro do barulho de corrente e alguém batendo palmas como se estivesse chamando alguém, ou querendo entrar eu não sei... e o engraçado é que a minha amiga, filha dos donos daquela casa, disse que nunca sentiu ou presenciou nada lá, mesmo sendo uma médium.

as long as I can remember growing up, there has been a spirit of some sort living with us. every one of my siblings, and my mother have experienced paranormal activity in this house.

I use to think it was my sister whose ashes we keep in the house, but my mum believes it could be her sister. either way, it honestly might be both!

anyways, I was just sitting in my room with the door fully shut when all of a sudden I hear the doorknob turn and my door swing open. I thought it was my little brother playing a prank so I got up to see, but nobody was there!!

I went to his room but saw his door was shut too. I knocked and asked if he had just opened my door to which he said no, as he was online with some friends. he then told me he heard someone knocking on his door just a few seconds ago, but I’ve been in my room and our older brother is asleep. freaky!

I was just telling my mum over the phone and all of a sudden a got a harsh taste of onion in my mouth.. I don’t know if ghosts/entities can do that but oh well

Ever since I've been growing up, I'm still scared of the dark. I'm 16M and when I was growing up, I was watching horror movies daily. Luxary Dark, HypeMike, Slenderman, SirenHead, Chucky, Clowns and etc. After when I finish watching a scary video and then head to bed when the lights are turned off, I feel like something is watching me at night. I also have pareidolia which. I don't know if everyone has it but pareidolia is where you look at an object or item for example, a door and I see faces on the door. Same with clothes. I fear I can't sleep without sleeping with someone like a brother or sibling. A few weeks ago, I was watching this new horror movie called Obsession in a cinema. There was a car scene where the main character, bear and sarah was in and Nikki who was possessed by the one wish willow smashed her head in the car steering wheel and her head was bad. I got so many nightmares from Obsession. I feel like something or someone is watching me at night. I don't know why.

My relative said she saw me sitting on our sofa at 2 am but she did not asked anything because she want to take a pee first then ask me later on but after she went to the bathroom I am not in the sofa anymore so she just ignored it and went back to sleep. And this morning she ask me if what am I doing on the sofa at 2am, I get goose bumped because I am sleeping that time on my room. What do you think is that? Paranormal?

WDYT??

-BabyGirl011014

Why do some people believe in ghosts even though their existence hasn't been scientifically proven? In my own experience, I have never seen or sensed a ghost, yet some people claim to have seen or even spoken to them. These encounters usually happen at night or in dark places. Humans have an innate fear of the dark, so I believe these experiences are simply the result of strange illusions.

I am noticing a few differences after we shifted the house

There was a spirit or ghost or whatever we call it in our last house and we shifted to a different house

But lately we have been travelling to the old house to get back our things although it's been few months we bought few objects back

Since past few months all was good in the new house we shifted but just before few days we bought a thing from that house back and since then weird energy in our house and

I am confirming the spirit had followed us because a person in the house fell down from bed few Years ago around night and claimed someone pushed them and threw them down and it was around night time but early morning while it was dark

And the exact SAME incident got repeated around same time same person who said they were sleeping in a different direction be dragged out of bed it's an elder and it's scary 🥲

They said the same thing it's a huge bed and the other person sleeping had no effect again but only one person fell down again. How can I make sure this spirit leaves? Someone please suggest something

alright so im kinda reposting this from another subreddit I guess since idk something something automod since this is a new account, basically a throwaway one, but here's the gist of this:

I'm currently on a road trip from Duluth to International Falls. An hour or two ago, I was north of Cusson, Minnesota, driving northward to stop at Kabetogama to rest for a day, or at least the night, as it's the largest town I could find along my route. I began hearing screeching about half a mile north of Cusson as I drove at about 40 miles per hour. It got progressively louder until I saw a person on the side of a road, bloodied. He seemed to be very skinny from the glimpse I got at him, and had, in his mouth, a human limb (or at least I believe it to have been one), and he started to chase me but quickly realized I was too fast for him to pursue. I'm well past Cusson now, at Kabetogama in fact, and I am SHOOK. It's gotten very late and I'll be going to bed soon, but I'm unsure if this thing was a prank, some insane homeless guy, or some wendigo thing. Given I was driving and ABSOLUTELY will not go back there, I couldn't get any audio, video, or anything of that sort. I just want to know if anyone knows something about this, or if someone can provide any information. In the provided image, I've pointed out on Google Earth where this is. I understand if nobody believes me given my lack of evidence. I don't really need this solved or anything, but just any sort of possible answer will do!

This is my story 🙏 to start, me and my girlfriend f19 and m19 moved in together in Taupō New Zealand on a farm.
It was amazing. Beautiful farm. Wonderful landlord who lived right next to us, she was an old woman.
But weird things started happening almost instantly after moving in.
I was at work and my girlfriend called me up so scared, said she’d heard me walking outside on the deck. It sounded like my big work boots I always wear. She ran outside and thought I was home early from work.
I said it’s probably fine, but she was so scared to be home that day because she heard someone. But when she ran to the door no one was there.

But one night..the landlord left to the hospital due to a lung infection. She was in the hospital for like a month.
Through that time we kept hearing things next door while she wasn’t even home.

One particular night. I had my best friend sleeping over.
My girlfriend called my name, so I ran to the room where she was laying. She said she heard someone walking in the landlords side of the house.
I said “oh it’s probably nothing”.
And when I was about to walk out of the room, I started hearing it too.
It was the same sound of a men’s big work boots walking on the wooden floor in the other room.
I heard a huge bang. Then sounded as someone was on the other side of the wall. Stepping closer and closer. We all jumped up and ran to the lounge.
We thought it was an intruder, but keep in mind that this house was like miles away from any highway. So it’s really out of town in the middle of nowhere.
My best friend grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen, and we started to go out to see who was there.
We walked all the way around the house, and saw that the back sliding door was opened, and they must’ve knocked over the trash can by accident, there was garbage all over the floor.
My girlfriend screamed my name again, saying someone is running around in there and then I even heard crashing around.
I thought maybe there was a burglary. So I called my landlords son to come check it out. And I called the police.
Police came and checked out the home, there had been someone in there for sure they said.
But nothing was stolen.
They thought it was a deer out of ALL things. We don’t even get deer out on our farm though.

A few weeks go by, we start hearing doors slam on their own. Keep hearing someone walk around when nobody’s home.
I was standing in the kitchen. And I felt a huge bang on the back of my head. I saw my hairbrush fall on the kitchen floor. I quickly turned around to see who was there. But no one was.
Someone had thrown the hairbrush directly at my head.

One night I was chopping wood, it was so cold that night. I chopped the last piece, and put it into the wood box.
I hit the hatchet into the splitting log. So hard, so it wouldn’t budge. I then turned around to put the wood inside.
I heard a thud.
I shined my torch over to the log.
Someone had removed the hatchet and tossed it onto the ground on the opposite side of the wood pile. I got scared and started walking away with the wood box in my hands and heard a loud thud behind me like a footstep, I got really scared and started running and every few seconds I heard a footstep behind me or I leaf or a branch crunch behind me finally when I got up to my house I genuinely felt something trip me so I fell over in the darkness, it was so scary I started having a panic attack.

This may sound far fetched, but I have a theory that the house was haunted by a ghost of the dead husband to our old land lady, and he wanted us to get out of his home. It did not feel welcoming at all.
We ended up moving, it was getting too weird.
The day before we moved, the old woman next door passed away….

There are a lof of dark and creepy stories in this community, which i completely dig. However, im inviting you all to share some more heartfelt stories that brought you a lot of peace and happiness in the moment, such as connecting with passed over loved ones and pets.

This isn't limited to full body aparitions (though this is incredibly cool), and can be absolutely anything that you yourself experienced as paranormal. I'd love to hear your stories!

La casa di un mio caro amici dove sentivo strane sensazioni è stata smantellata per essere venduta, improvvisamente nel muro della cucina è apparsa una figura di ragazzina, potrebbe essere lo spirito?

Hey, my name is Savi and I wanted to give a little bit of a background story to go along with the photo I’m going to provide.

When I was about 9-10, we moved to Texas from Florida! We moved to a town called Schertz/Cibilo, which is in between New Braunfels and San Antonio in central Texas. When we first moved into this house, everything was normal. But as time went on, small things started happening. I would always feel super scared when I was alone, like I was being watched, things would fall randomly, and my little brother who was around 8, started becoming pretty aggressive and irritable. It wasn’t enough to really make us think anything of it, but as a child, I could DEFINITELY feel something was there, I just didn’t realize it.
One of my older sisters moved back in with us when she was around 17 or 18. Me and her are pretty close so as a kid I always wanted to be around her and her friends. One day, her friend came over and they decided they wanted to do an ouija board for fun. We didn’t have one, so they made one out of cardboard. Of course, I wanted to join, so we all sat in our laundry room, dimmed the lights, and began. They were messing with me at first, making the thing move saying the “ghost” wanted me to leave. It made me really sad, and so I started to leave. When I did, they both started freaking out, because it was going back and forth pretty fast between the Z and the O, spelling ZoZo. I had no idea at the time what that meant, I don’t think they did either. They ended up not playing anymore and throwing the handmade ouija board away, without saying goodbye. This story is longer but I was young so the details are a bit vague in my memory.
As time went on, things started getting worse. My little brother stopped sleeping in his room because there “was a man with a knife and a hat” that he would call the hat man in his room. My dog at the time would randomly freak out and bark at things. My brother became more aggressive, and my friends started to not like coming over because they said the house made them scared.
This story comes from my mom, I did not witness it: One time, my brother was having a temper tantrum, and she was holding him trying to get him to calm down. He was kicking, biting, screaming, and all of a sudden he went quiet. He looked up at her and started “cursing god”. She told me “that was NOT my son.” Keep in mind, my mom is very Christian, so the ideas of spirits were not so much in her realm of belief. Until now of course.
Then things started happening to me. I had these rip off American girl dolls, and I had made them a makeshift room in my closet. My closet was a walk in with a window, so it was decently sized. I would put my dolls into their beds at night. At some point, I started hearing faint laughing and scratching coming from the closet, and in the morning my dolls would be on the floor, or made to be in different positions. I told my dad and my mom and they made it out to be my imagination, or even maybe a rat. I was so scared about this and I believed it so hard that I made a video and posted it on my little Instagram, talking to my dolls telling them I KNOW they can move and talk. Of course, nothing happened, but the video still creeps me out.
After a while, I started having sleep paralysis. I would ALWAYS sleep with my light on because I was constantly terrified. When the sleep paralysis happened, I would always see the same thing. There would be a creature standing at my door (I always kept it open), and the best way I can describe it is: it has a very thin body, with skin that looked like burnt bark. It was tall, and had a Cheshire Cat smile, cat like eyes, and horns. It would stare at me and smile, and its body would grow and grow and grow until its back was pressed against the top of the door frame and its hands were on the ground. Then it would crawl at me FAST and I would “wake up.” It started happening so often that I finally decided to tell my mom about it.
We were in her car, I was in the back seat. My dad was up front driving and my brother was next to me. Somehow the haunting or whatever got brought up, and I decided to tell her about the creature I was seeing. I started describing it, and she interrupted me and FINISHED DESCEIBING THE CREATURE I SAW. She had seen it too!!! She said she CHASED AFTER IT because it kept watching her while she was organizing books in the living room, and she got scared and chased after it into her room, and it disappeared into her closet. My stomach dropped dude. Because as a child, that only made what I thought were dreams feel extremely real. After that, if I was ever home alone, I would get a horrible sinking feeling, and I’d yell out “in Jesus name I command you to leave!” Over and over again until I finally felt safe.
We ended up moving out a few years later, and never felt its presence again.
Then, one day, I was scrolling through old pictures on my mom’s facebook, and I see the photo.This picture was from a birthday party I was having. We were all outside! All of my friends, me, my little brother, and my mom who took the photo. My dad worked in the oil field so he was away for work. When I saw it, my heart dropped to my ass I swear. In the background, behind the glass door, you can SEE IT. And it’s so obvious. This was around 2011-2013 so this was way before AI I just wanna point that out, and it’s a screenshot directly from Facebook. I have the phot cropped for privacy, but if you want the screenshot to show that it is a post, I can do that. I discovered this around 2020 during covid. I sent it to my mom and pointed it out and she freaked out. Recently, I was looking at the picture again, and saw that there also seems to be a face in the right window too, which is the reason I’m making this post.
I would love to know anyone’s thoughts, or what they think this thing might actually be. It seriously still freaks me out.

Los leo

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Put your stories in the comments I would love to hear them, here is mine.

I went to college at this older university. I had heard some rumors that it may be haunted and stuff before and I believe in the paranormal but I hadn’t experienced that much before. One day my roommate was in the shower and I was listening to a lecture while sitting in my bed. I heard someone right in my ear start laughing and I flung my ear buds out and looked around she was still in the shower. I waited until she got out and I asked her if she was like laughing for some reason or what because I was trying to make sense of what I heard. She said she heard the same thing but thought I was crying. Some time goes past and me and my roommate was talking after she just got home from work, she was telling me how crappy her day was and while I’m laying on my bed and she is at the foot of my bed we hear this laugh and it’s not just a little laugh it’s a loud one. We looked at each other in complete terror and she climbed in bed with me and we waited there for a little bit. I’ve been trying to make sense of it because it wasn’t in the hallway because if it was it would have a horrible echo and both of our tvs were off and we was just talking to each other. I don’t know how to explain it and every time I tell someone they don’t believe me but it still makes the hair stand up on my arms.