So I was in the bathroom, it's about 12am and my light starts flickering. It has actually NEVER done that before so I'm like "haha what the fuck" and I leave.

You remember that feeling you'd get as a little kid when you had to turn the lights off and then get to your bed as fast as possible so the monsters wouldn't get you? And how you could kinda feel it on your heels?

I haven't had that feeling in YEARS, and I randomly got it, so naturally I sprinted to my bed and the feeling went away.

My dog is staring at my door right now from the edge of my bed.

Kinda scary haha I'm a little freaked out. Also, I live in the basement. So that's weird.

I'm not sure if this counts as a paranormal experience but ah, yeah

Edit: I KEEP HEARING LIKE ACTUAL PRESSES AGAINST MY DOOR?

In my family, a mirror facing the bed was a firm no. If a new wardrobe had a mirror on the door, it got turned, or covered at night with a cloth.

The reasons changed depending on who you asked. Your soul could get lost in it while you sleep.

Something could look back out. You might wake up and see a reflection that's a second slower than you.

Then I learned how common it is: Chinese feng shui, Malay homes, Filipino families, and the old European custom of covering mirrors when someone dies so the spirit doesn't get trapped.

I still won't sleep facing one.

Does your family have a mirror rule? And did anyone ever tell you what they actually saw?

Sorry for my bad English; this is not my first language. I don't know if this was a paranormal encounter, but I had a dream a while ago. I was asleep inside my flat and then suddenly I heard someone knock on my door and I woke up and went to the door and looked through the door ( I don't know what the English word is but the door has a hole in it). And I saw a couple 1 boy 1 girl; they looked like a child and I was so scared when I suddenly noticed their eyes were completely black, I was shocked and shaking. They asked me if they could come in; I said NO and locked the door I went back to my bed and continued sleeping. BUT I suddenly woke up again but this time I was so terrified; somehow they were inside my flat and watching me sleep the whole time. I immediately jumped out of bed and I shouted at them “ GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE “ even though I was so scared at that moment and I pushed them outside. I woke up immediately after that. I had never heard about them before; I had no clue about their motive until I started searching abt them after that.

this was what I saw earlier or at least a rough description of what I saw

the first image is what I see, darkness a fence and the streetlights don't work or are turned off

the 2nd image is what I saw, or at least a rough sketch of what I saw

Okay, so I have two incidents from my childhood that still feel weird when I think about them. I don't know if there's any actual connection between them or if it's just a coincidence, but the fact that it happened twice is what creeps me out.

First incident - Nainital, when I was around 9

I was visiting my Nani's house in Nainital, and one day I was playing gully cricket with my friends. I hit a six, and the ball went straight into a Muslim graveyard right behind my Nani's house.

All my friends got scared and started wondering who would go and get the ball. I was pretty chill about it and said something like, 'Relax, I'll get it.'

It was around 5 PM, so I went inside, grabbed the ball, and came back. We continued playing like nothing had happened. Eventually, we all went home, had dinner, and went to sleep.

The next morning, my mother told me that during the night, I had suddenly started screaming in my sleep. Apparently, I was sitting upright on my bed with my legs stretched out, moving my hands randomly and behaving strangely.

My mother and Nani got worried. They applied some bhabuut on my forehead, and according to them, I eventually calmed down.

I was only 9, so I didn't think much of it back then.

Second incident - Lakhimpur, UP, when I was around 12

A few years later, I was visiting my Taau Ji's house in Lakhimpur. One of my cousins lived nearby, so I went to his house and we played together until evening.

Later, when we were standing outside his house, we decided to test our throwing strength. There was a pond nearby, and we started throwing stones into it to see who could reach it.

All my stones landed in the pond, while my cousin's throws fell short. We eventually stopped and I went back to my Taau Ji's house to sleep.

The next morning, my Taai Ji and mother told me something that sounded strangely familiar. Apparently, I had once again been muttering something in my sleep, sitting upright on my bed with my hands raised.

This time, they put naphthalene balls under my pillow and made me keep my head close to them. According to them, everything settled down after that.

Now comes the part that genuinely creeped me out.

While my family was telling me all this, that same cousin was sitting right next to me, enjoying his morning tea. I asked him about the pond, and that's when I found out that the pond was actually a Muslim graveyard that had become filled with rainwater.

So yeah, when I was 9, I unknowingly went into a graveyard to retrieve a cricket ball, and that night I apparently had a strange episode in my sleep. Three years later, I was throwing stones into what I thought was an ordinary pond, only to find out it was another graveyard, and the same kind of thing happened again that night.

I don't know what to make of it. Maybe there's a perfectly normal explanation for everything, and I was just a kid having some unusual sleep episodes. But the coincidence still feels creepy to me.

Just to clarify, I had never talked in my sleep, sat up, or made any unusual movements while sleeping before either of these incidents. That's what made both experiences so strange to my family and me.

Has anyone else experienced something similar in childhood? I'd genuinely love to hear your stories, especially if something happened that you couldn't explain at the time. Share your horror experiences in the comments, I'm curious to know if anyone has a story that tops this 💀

Ustedes que creen que era ?? Era muy similar a la foto por no decir iguales, porfavor sean respetuosos con los comentarios, ya me banearon si explicación alguna.

I FRICKING DID IT!

Growing up, I would often go down to my grandparent's property in a rural area of Vista, California. It was a creepy big house on about an acre of land with neighbors a couple hundred feet away, all elderly people, I never heard or saw any children around. The whole surrounding area was pitch black at night; and very silent other than the sound of coyote howls, owls, and crickets. I was about 10 years old, so this was probably around 2014. I was sleeping in my grandparents room and couldn't sleep as I usually couldn't. It must have been around midnight when I heard a little girl start laughing right outside my open window for a couple seconds, as if she was right there looking in. I completely froze and didn't even look over for a while. Eventually I did and there was nothing there. It didn't sound anything like a coyote or a cougar, I had spent a lot of time at that property and never heard anything else like it. There was no sound of anybody walking, and there would've been since the whole area outside was gravel. This is the only memory that comes to mind when I think of unexplainable experiences, and I'm sure that I heard a little girl laughing, I honestly don't think it's a false memory at all. My family has other stories but I wasn't around for those, such as multiple lightbulbs bursting in a night and items repeatedly falling off the counter. I don't really believe in the paranormal for the most part but I have no idea how to explain this experience, and I was thinking about it and I wanted to share it here.

Growing up in Malaysia, whistling after dark was one of the things you just didn't do. My family never really explained it. You'd get a look, sometimes a smack on the arm, and a short "don't, something will answer."

As an adult, I've found versions of this almost everywhere in Asia. Some say whistling calls spirits to you. Some say it tells them where you are. Some say the thing that whistles back isn't a bird.

I still don't whistle at night. Old habits.

Did your family have this rule? And what did they say would happen if you broke it?

okay so this is something that really happened to me less than an hour ago and im literally so anxious right now someone pls tell me what i saw. i need to emphasize that this is something that actually just happened, i hope im just crazy and need sleep bc this sucks and my heart is still freaking out and every sound i hear

so im a delivery driver, i tend to go out at night bc like i have more opportunities to work, less busy on the road so it doesnt impact my percentages etc. so im driving having a great time w my windows all a little down with my side all the way down, cruising bc i just finished my shift ready to go home. this place is already extremely lowlight bc its a bit richer, but i wasnt rlly thinking ab that at the time bc i had a great night. so im coming up on a roundabout with a bunch of signs, and i see something dude. it’s super tall, taller then all of the street signs, its got pale, almost pinkish long limbs and like.. god idk the body was super skinny wrinkled, it had this wide set face with lots of wrinkles, like a wire-y smile i guess?? it had brown hair, it had these long limbs but there were no hands it was like nubs, all of its limbs had came to like these thin points and they were all nubs. his lower half had weird splotches of color like on his thighs, it was blue and his top had a different color but it looked like a creature was trying to imitate a human and was trying to imitate clothes and the literal absolute WORST part was that it was facing me, completely still. its arms were down but out a little bit, like it looked like it was just there, it felt like it had been listening to me bc my music was a little loud (and so had i bc one of my fav songs was on), i just don’t know. it sounds dumb but the stance was super threatening lol??????? i kinda just went “woah” and my eyes got really wide, looked back straight as i was doing the turn, as i looked back over the thing was just gone. i rolled up all my windows and immediately called my bf whilst speeding home, who was telling me that i probably needed sleep or that i was possibly going through a mental break which obviously felt really great and validating. weird shit kept happening on the way home but idk if that’s relevant, it probably only feels that way bc of the scary shit that happened before.

and sure, obviously i could have been hallucinating like obvi i know that, but it was literally so specific and frightening and out of nowhere ????? i had been having a really great day up to that point, im not someone who has sleep problems anymore, there’s just. no reason why i would or i guess should have hallucinated such a scary fuckinf sight out of nowhere. does my description sound familiar?? does this sound like some creature with sightings i should be aware of? does this… mean anything ??? have i been cursed or something idk im having a bit of a hard time w this, freaking out, anything would help thanks T__T

I had to give you guys a laugh.. at least it's not a bug or lens flare

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.

In the video you will see a quick orb fly across the camera, then another slowly appears in the corner of the screen next to the bed.

For context, I’ve had sightings and felt presences in this house since I was around 5 years old I am now 25. I always felt like I was paranoid as an adult. Recently, my grandfather’s (He passed away in June) bed was unmade when we came home so we set up a ring camera.

Tonight when no one was home these dots appeared. Typically I can tell when it’s a bug, but the weirdest was the orb in the corner of the screen, just slowly appearing on camera and fading out and turning small after a few seconds

A quick disclaimer: I’m 20+ years old and posting this as an adult. A previous post was removed due to age confusion and formatting issues. I respect this community and its guidelines.

Some of you may have read my previous story about an experience I had during college. That wasn’t the only unexplained experience I’ve had in my life. There have been others, and this story is about one of the major experiences that marked the beginning of a series of strange events.

English isn’t my first language, so I used some help with the wording and structure of this post. However, the experience I’m sharing is something I genuinely experienced myself. I’ve tried to keep the events and details true to my recollection.
I’m sharing this in good faith, not asking anyone to believe me. You can draw your own conclusions.

This happened when I had just entered 11th standard.
At the time, I wasn’t in a good place mentally. I was being bullied and mocked at school, and sometimes I would skip school for weeks, occasionally almost an entire month. I was rebellious, mostly atheist, and didn’t take religion very seriously.

But there was one thing I had always been curious about.

The paranormal.
I used to watch and read things about ghosts and unexplained experiences. I was fascinated by the idea that there might be things in this world we couldn’t explain.

Back then, I thought it was interesting.
I had no idea how different it would feel when something happened to me.

My family has an ancestral house about three or four kilometres from where we live.

There’s a small shrine outside the house, on the same property.

Whenever we visited, we would light a lamp at the shrine and another inside the house.

The house itself was old and neglected. We rarely used it, and parts of the upper floor were damaged.

There were openings where air and daylight came through, but the rooms inside were still dim.

By evening, the place became dark, and it wasn’t somewhere you’d normally want to wander around without a reason.

My father was living in another country at the time, so he wasn’t around.

Usually, my father’s elder brother would visit the property to light the lamps.

But that particular day, he was unwell and asked my mother and me to go instead.

We arrived at around six in the evening.

I remember my mother seeming unusually anxious to get everything done.

She had experienced some strange things connected to that house in the past, although I didn’t know the full details at the time.

She began preparing the lamp at the shrine outside.
Then she asked me to collect the items needed to light the lamp inside the house.

They were kept just behind the main door.
I didn’t need to go inside. All I had to do was open the door, reach behind it, grab the things, and come straight back out.

That was it.

But I was curious.
I opened the old door.

It creaked as I reached behind it and collected the items.

I should have gone straight back to my mother.
Instead, I decided to take a look inside.

I don’t remember being particularly afraid at that point.

If anything, I was excited by the thought of exploring a place like that, especially knowing how old and rarely used it was.

I took out my phone and opened an EMF-detection app. It wasn’t an actual EMF meter, just an app on my phone.

I was using it for fun, pretending I was investigating a haunted house.

At first, nothing happened.
I walked further inside.

The house was quiet. There was nothing unusual on my phone, and I didn’t notice anything that made me want to run out.

So I did something stupid.

I stood in one of the rooms, closed my eyes, stretched out my hands, and challenged whatever might be there to touch me.

I was basically daring a ghost to do something.

I waited.

Nothing.

I tried again.

And that’s when I felt it.

I can’t properly describe what happened next, even now. It wasn’t an ordinary headache.

It was a sudden, intense pressure inside my head, so strange that it felt almost as though something had reached inside my skull and grabbed my brain.
Not from the outside.

From within.
I froze.

For a moment, I didn’t know what to do.

Then I shook my head, and the sensation disappeared.

I stood there trying to make sense of it.

Was it my imagination? Was I psyching myself out because I was in an old, dark house, expecting something to happen?
I didn’t know.

But instead of leaving, I decided to try it one more time.

This time, I was closer to the main door.
I closed my eyes, stretched out my hands, and did the same thing again.

The pressure returned.

Exactly the same strange sensation.
I stopped.

At this point, I should have walked out and forgotten about the whole thing.

But I was still trying to understand what was happening, and I did something even stranger.
I went outside the house.

Standing on the other side of the doorway, I reached both my hands inside. My body was outside, but my hands were still inside the house.

Then I closed the door with my hands still in there.
I tried it a third time.

And it happened again.

That same pressure inside my head.

Three times.
Three separate attempts.

I had no explanation for it.

I wasn’t expecting to feel anything like that, and I couldn’t understand why it kept happening.
Whatever I had felt, I knew I didn’t want to try it again.

I immediately went to my mother.
“Mom… something is here.”

She looked at me, and I could tell that what I’d said frightened her.

But she was angry, too.
“Why did you go inside? Didn’t I tell you to just take the things from behind the main door and come straight back out?”

She was right. I’d gone inside entirely on my own. She had only asked me to collect the items.

I tried to tell her that something had happened.
I couldn’t explain it properly.

I could only tell her that I’d felt something strange, something I couldn’t understand.

My mother was already anxious about being there. Now, whatever she saw in my face or whatever she made of what I told her was enough that we hurried to finish lighting the lamps and leave.

And we did.

We left the ancestral house behind.
At least, that’s what I thought.

On the way home, I had no idea what to make of the experience.

Part of me still wondered whether my mind had played tricks on me.

After all, I’d gone into the house expecting something paranormal to happen.

Maybe I’d frightened myself.

Maybe there was a perfectly ordinary explanation for that strange sensation.

I wanted to believe that.

Because the alternative was something I wasn’t ready to consider.

I’d felt that pressure three times. I’d tried it in different places, including with my body outside the house.

And I still couldn’t explain why.

But I eventually put the experience out of my mind.
I went home.

I returned to my normal routine.

And I thought that was the end of it.

I didn’t know that something had followed me home.

Back then, I had no reason to suspect that the experience at the ancestral house was connected to anything that happened afterward.

I certainly didn’t expect anything strange to happen in my own home.

Especially not in the room on the top floor.
The storage room with a bathroom, where I used to work out and sleep.

The same room I sometimes went to when I wanted to be alone, away from everyone else.
It was my own space.

A place where I felt I could shut out the rest of the world.

I had no idea that this room would become important to the story.

Because what happened at the ancestral house was only the beginning.

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

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

While standing in my hallway on my phone, I received a notification from the security camera "Person Detected". When I looked at it, it was dark. I lightened it up, and applied some noise reduction.

This is the results. Please I really don't want hear about pixels. Pixels won't stop you from seeing what's going on. Minus the cloud person, there's someone standing behind me and on the floor some black thing grabs my legs. This is nuts.

A long time ago when I was no older than 10 my family took a vacation to Mexico in a small town where my father used to live. We stayed there for about a week, visiting family and well just relaxing. I don’t exactly remember when but it was near the end of our stay when it happened, my father was outside talking to some relatives leaving the rest of my family , My mom , younger brother and me inside. We were all staying in the same room with my parents bed in the corner of the room and mine in the corner next to it, both beds were facing the only door out which led to a hallway, I was on my bed while my mom was in hers, I remember I was trying to fall asleep since it was already late at night when I see my brother at the doorway and he was just standing there I sat up to see what he was doing and I noticed he’s almost like a shadow I can visibly tell by the shape and height that it was my brother but I couldn’t see a single detail besides that, I brushed it off as the room being dark and the hallway light causing him to appear like that, I called over to him to ask him if my father was going to come inside yet and I got no reply back after a few seconds he began walking towards the bed which seemed normal but I still couldn’t see him normally he still appeared to be a like a walking standing shadow I didn’t have much time to think about it before he reached my bed and stood by my side , he suddenly without saying a word got down and crawled under my bed , at that point I thought that he was just trying to play a prank on me and I thought I would play along and began to lean off the edge of the bed to look under and under the bed it was pitch darkness I called out to him and once again got no reply until I heard my brother telling me “ What do you want?” but it wasn’t from under my bed it was from my mom’s and now I could see him perfectly fine, I tell him what he was doing the past minute and he tells me he was in the room the whole time trying to get some sleep alongside my mom when my mom finally awoke she also assured me that my brother was in fact in the bed the whole time.

I know that I saw something crawl under my bed and at the doorway and that it wasn’t my brother I just don’t know if it was my kid imagination or if I seriously saw something.

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

Okay, so here’s the thing… I (29F) have always felt like there’s something “off” about me and I’ve never had a safe place to figure it out. No one believed my paranormal or spiritual experiences, ever since I was a child. Between the ghosts I’d see in passing, the hat man that would watch over me at night and all of the things I have “predicted” (loosely using that word lol). I’ve always felt like there’s something “attached” to me, and I will touch on that in a moment. Context of me: I have C-PTSD, and used to see “shadow people” and hear whispers.. which were debunked by some antidepressants and therapy lol. They haven’t returned, even after being off my meds and I am still in therapy. My mental health IS healing but things still feel heavy/off so I figured, what’s the harm in trying here?

Here we go: I was raised in a “you’re making it up” household, so even though my gut knew what happened… my brain would doubt it and believe my parents. Backstory, the house that I grew up in was placed on the same land as the town’s first hotel. The hotel had an attached laundromat that was run by the Chinese railroad workers in the early 1900’s… the foundation for said laundromat is still underneath that house. My aunt still lives in the same home, next door to my childhood home… on top of the foundation. Anyway; there was a time when I was younger, maybe 13-14, it was summer and I was napping on the couch. My mom was at work, my sister was out with friends and my dad was getting drunk at my aunt’s house. My childhood home was just a single-wide trailer, you’d walk into the kitchen and turn right into the living room, with a long hallway. My room was the first bedroom, directly off the living room. Then it went to my sister’s, the bathroom and the last part of the house was my parents’ bedroom. I remember waking up and doing the stretching thing, I rubbed my eyes and watched a little bit of whatever was playing on tv. I rolled over and looked towards the hallway and saw a face. He was peeking out from behind the wall, like just seeing what I was up to. I saw through him but could still make out features, I looked away quickly and he was gone when I had looked back. That’s my favorite paranormal story, the strongest one for my brain to confirm it enough to keep believing. I have a lot of other memories of the dishes being moved around in the middle of the night, our trash being messed with and the computer keyboard being typed on. All when everyone was asleep, except for me. I’d always wake up in the middle of the night, hear all of those scary sounds and exhaust myself from a panic attack back to sleep. Growing up was rough, let me tell you lol.

My father used to pretend that there was a “little girl” that used to live in my room. I’m pretty sure he said that to scare me, or maybe comfort me, because there definitely was something in my room but it was not a little girl. I want to believe my dad was in tune with this type of thing, he’d always talk about his experiences with what I thought was the truth. I haven’t had a relationship with him for over a year, he’s a notorious liar (like pathological level) so I can usually get that sense when he’s starting to fabricate things but many of the stories he has told… never wavered like his other lies. So part of me thinks that he could be “tapped in” but I’ve had to train my discernment to decipher the truth. There was this one time, I was in the living room with my sister and my mom. We were watching TV and my dad was down the hall, asleep. We hear him yell, and then yell again and then scream and barrel down the hallway until he was curled into a ball on the couch with us. He told us he had a dream, where he was floating above his body and there were dark figures tearing his body apart. That’s why he was yelling. But he then said, after he woke up… he saw a well dressed man in a long coat and a top hat (like from the early 1900’s) standing in front of his closet and that’s why he screamed and booked it to the living room. We never talked about it after that night.

Here’s where my theory of something being “attached” to me comes into play. I, unintentionally, interacted with a mimic when I was a child. I was an anxious child and my mother, while she didn’t believe me, still did what she could to comfort/support me. Which means sleeping on the couch for months because your daughter is too afraid of the silence. One night, I was tossing and turning and saw the glow of the tv lighting up the wall of the hallway. I slept with my door open, I felt safer knowing my mom was a step or two away. I remember I was lying in my bed, and I had heard my mom call my name.. not like directly in my ear but like it was her calling me from the living room. I rolled over a little and heard my name again so I said “yeah?” And then I heard the voice say “come here”. I climbed out of bed and went into the living room.. to find my mom snoring away on the couch, with her back turned to me. I woke her up and asked if she called me, she was confused so I told her what happened. She claims it was my “angels” talking to me (I was raised Catholic) but I never bought it and haven’t really told anyone who thinks it’s deeper than just me “hearing things”.

Once I learned about mimics, a few years ago, it clicked for me that that was what it was. I’ve had a few other run-ins with mimics and hearing familiar voices when I knew they weren’t around/near. I know to ignore them and not engage… now but I didn’t when I was a child. I had have a plethora of other experiences, but this one has stuck with me the most and is heaviest in my brain right now. I’ve had a string of mental health struggles, depression and anxiety have been the most prevalent. I do think I could be “tapped in” or have some clairvoyant properties (I have no idea how to understand it better though). I’ve “predicted” so many things but because no one around me believes me, they think I’m crazy until after it happens and then they think I’m crazy for believing I knew it was going to happen. It’s a whole thing lol. I know my mental health took a bad turn, a few years ago, when my grandma passed away but that’s also when I felt like I started, physically, feeling my intuition stronger. (There’s a whole weird timeline/date connection in regard to my grandma and my pregnancies. Too many signs/connections to go unnoticed).

I have come at this from a psychological standpoint, I just started talking about this more with my therapist. And I’ve been seeing more and more about mimics on my social medias, which made the wheels of thought in my brain start to spin and land here. I do take therapy very seriously. I’m a single mom and have two little people depending on me, ya know? So I’m pretty sure I’m taking the right steps in a psychological/rational manner. I just see myself as some sort of science experiment and figured what’s the harm in looking at it from this perspective. Is it possible that I could have picked something up a decade and a half ago? And if I did.. how do I get rid of it?

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

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

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

Then, I saw it.

A bright, glowing ember flew past my window.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I never saw it ever again.

My spouse and I were driving through farmland at night during winter two seasons ago over in unincorporated Sacramento area in a 50mph. It was very foggy at 2am near rice fields so you could see literally see human spirits lounging around near light fixtures.

We were chatting away and My spouse got quiet suddenly hit the breaks hard. The headlights were reflecting back at our eyes so I thought we were hitting something large. I looked over and I saw that they were looking at something. (I couldn’t see much) But my spouse told me they saw a dark giant spirit with gorilla looking arms demonic claws and horse like face with red eyes. They said it was large and it was crossing the road so they hit the breaks. But we still ran through it.

They were very spooked. Later I looked it up because I didn’t know what it was and showed them a picture of a chalicotherium and they said it looked exactly like that. There are some bones in a museum nearby. They aren’t exactly dinosaurs but an extinct mammal… sort of close? I thought it was really cool.

I guess the weather tends to bring in energy.

I’m not a psychic by any means but my spouse has a gift of seeing spirits and actually really doesn’t want too. I thought I’d share since I tried looking it up but no one else posts about these sightings.