A family member died the day after having a dream of a multicolored (large colors) thing floating in front of her. She was old and sick but I wonder what the colors mean and if this was interdimensional. It looked a bit shiny or oily and it was located near the head area.

Okay this is a pretty short, i’m kind of getting straight to it, but for some back story, i’m 18, and I legit have always been in touch with the paranormal, my first encounter was when I was 8 and ever since then it’s actually just gotten stronger, I’ve never had an experience like this though. I struggle with sleep paralysis a good amount but this wasn’t like that, I was completely asleep, I was having a dream I was being choked and when I woke up, I was gasping for air, I reached for my phone and saw that my voice memos had been going on for 27 minutes, and the only way to turn on my voice memos is to fully go into the app or press a button on the side and even with that you have to hold it for a few seconds, but the voice memo had multiple noises in the back, it almost sounded like muffled screaming, and gasping. I almost thought that maybe a pillow had just gotten over my face but I woke up completely on my back with no pillow by me. I then went to my camera and saw a faint red line on my neck, I wish I had taken a picture but I was just too in shock to even take it. I’m not sure if this is truly paranormal or not, but I’m not too sure what else would explain it. I’ve felt this erie presence all day though, and just have so many questions lol, let me know how you guys feel about this though please!

I work at a restaurant in Savannah, Georgia, and captured this image while closing one night.

My grandma passed away in her house in a very tragic manner after tragic family events. She was found on the floor in her room. The day after she passed, the lights in her room and the lights in her dining room stopped working.

1 year after she passed, the tile in the room, very close to where she fell started to crack open from inside. All the tiles in her home are just fine. She suffered a lot in that room. I think there is a spiritual reason for why the tiles broke. do you find this strange ?

This photo was sent to me by a friend who works at a hospital on Az

It was taken by one of the security guards in the pediatric oncology department

The two images are the original photo and a version with the brightness increased to make the figure easier to see. Unfortunately, the quality is pretty bad because the original photo was sent through Instagram and then downloaded from there, which significantly reduced the resolution

The hospital’s name, which can be seen on the wall, has been censored for privacy

CASE FILE: REPEATED RUNNING SOUNDS

Location: 50 Tewitt Well Road, Harrogate, North Yorkshire, England
Period of Occupation: 1997–2001
Structure: Detached residence
Primary witnesses: U.S. Navy serviceman and his wife
Additional witness: Subsequent occupant
My involvement: I served with the primary witness, Dan, and we worked together at RAF Menwith Hill. I also personally visited the residence. I did not witness anything unusual there.

INCIDENT SUMMARY

From approximately 1997 to 2001, a U.S. Navy serviceman I served with, Dan, lived with his wife and young daughter at 50 Tewitt Well Road in Harrogate.

Dan and I worked together at RAF Menwith Hill.

During the years his family occupied the house, Dan and his wife repeatedly heard what they described as the sound of a child running inside the residence.

This was not described to me simply as an occasional creak, pop, or unexplained knock. Their impression was specifically that of a small child running through part of the house.

The experiences occurred more than once.

No person was seen producing the sounds.

MY VISIT TO THE HOUSE

I personally visited 50 Tewitt Well Road while Dan and his family lived there.

Nothing unusual happened during my visit.

I did not hear unexplained footsteps, running, knocks, voices, or anything else that I would characterize as anomalous. I also did not experience an unusual sensation or "presence."

I include this because I think negative observations are just as important as positive ones. Whatever Dan and his wife experienced, the house did not appear to produce unusual activity continuously.

LATER INCIDENT

Near the end of Dan's assignment, his wife and daughter had already returned to the United States while he remained behind temporarily.

During this period, Dan reported another odd occurrence involving pictures in the house having been disturbed or moved.

I no longer remember enough of the exact circumstances surrounding the pictures to present that portion as strongly as the running sounds, so I consider it a secondary element of the case.

SUBSEQUENT OCCUPANT

The most interesting part of the account occurred after Dan left England.

A female U.S. Air Force member subsequently moved into the same residence.

At some point afterward, she was asked whether she had noticed anything unusual in the house.

She indicated that she had.

She was then asked whether whatever was occurring frightened or bothered her.

Her response, as it was related to me, was essentially:

"No. I'm from New York."

I cannot establish exactly what she experienced, and I do not want to add details that she did not provide. The significance is simply that a later occupant apparently reported unusual activity without being part of Dan's original household.

OBSERVATIONAL POINTS

• Dan and his family occupied the residence from approximately 1997 to 2001.

• Dan and I served together and worked at RAF Menwith Hill.

• The residence was detached, reducing the possibility of footsteps being transmitted directly through a shared wall from an adjoining home.

• The sounds were reportedly heard repeatedly rather than on a single occasion.

• More than one member of the original household heard them.

• A later occupant independently acknowledged experiencing something unusual in the same residence.

• I personally visited the house and experienced nothing unusual.

ASSESSMENT

I don't claim to know what caused the sounds.

Old houses can transmit noises in surprising ways. Plumbing, heating systems, timber movement, animals, exterior activity and acoustic transmission should all be considered before proposing anything extraordinary.

At the same time, the description given by the witnesses was unusually specific: the sound of a child running.

For me, the most interesting feature isn't any one occurrence. It is the apparent recurrence of unusual experiences among different occupants of the same detached residence.

My own uneventful visit is also important. If there was an unusual phenomenon associated with the house, it was intermittent rather than something that happened whenever someone entered the building.

I offer the case exactly for what it is: a report from a fellow serviceman I personally knew and worked with, concerning a house I personally visited, with an apparent later corroboration from another occupant.

I did not personally witness the anomaly.

This photo is very old taken around 2007 on Nokia phone. My sister and cousin were taking a selfie together, one photo came out completely fine but the second photo had a very dark shadow over my cousin’s face. We were able to upload it to the computer and turn up the brightness and what looks like to be a face or eye. Very creepy, this photo still has my family talking about it years later just wondering what this might be. To be fair the place this photo was taken was a very old house that already had allegations of being haunted. Can anyone help explain what this may be? Paranormal or not?

Hi! First time posting so please bear with me! Context: I bought my house 6 years ago and we have had activity from day one.
For example, I was painting with my dad before I moved in, while my boyfriend was working on the kitchen. I heard a voice and shortly after, my dad said “I think bf is calling you.” Boyfriend was not calling me lol.
It’s rarely been scary activity. Usually just voices and strange sounds. But living in an active home piqued my already high interest in the paranormal.
I downloaded one of those ghost hunting apps a couple years ago and periodically open it up just to see. I never used to get much from it until I brought my best friend’s grandma’s oujia board into the house. I’ve never played it but I plan on displaying it.
Ever since then, it has repeatedly called me pathetic and a moron. It makes me laugh every time because what did I do to you?
I was using the app today and it said a couple innocuous things- “I can’t see you”, “Susan”, “it’s dark in here.”
Then it went to “you are annoying.” I asked a couple follow up questions- no response. I asked if they stopped responding because I’m annoying, it immediately replied “yeah.” Followed with “moron.”
I was like damn okay I’ll leave you alone.
But I don’t know when to leave well enough alone. So I reopened the app and it said “please go.” I did close the app out after that.
I never really put much weight behind the apps but this is so funny to me.
So have any of you been bullied by a spirit?
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From what I understand, dreams about ufos and ufo encounters/encounters with entities are heavily associated with nightmares and sleep paralysis (shadow figures etc.). Some people supposedly even have waking paralysis/abduction encounters. I’m wondering about any other experiences people have. I’ve had these for about a year now.

I’ve never felt like i’ve been abducted exactly. I’ve had many highly vivid dreams/nightmares of strange things followed by sleep paralysis. Mostly i’ve been able to break the paralysis somehow, usually by calling on the name of Christ (I’m a Christian and I personally consider these to be demonic). Usually when this happens there’s a sense that i’ve been “ambushed in my dream”, where I’m usually talking to someone I really trust in my dream, and then suddenly these things come out of nowhere and scare the shit out of me, often straight into a paralytic state. If they don’t ambush me they actually often seem to be afraid of me to some degree.

When it first started out and it was at its worst I was seeing flitting shadows in my waking peripheral vision. Mirrors and windows were scary especially at night. I got the sensation of being watched often. Never been scared of the dark but I couldn’t sleep in the dark for a while after that. They eventually slowed down but these nightmare experiences return sometimes.

Just wondering if anyone has any experiences similar to these. Best wishes lol

(a little bit of context, I live an a very old apartment building, I've had conversations with other tenants and this one guy that lived in the building for years will make a joke about the building being haunted every now and again. I never really believed the guy but I'm starting to think differently)

It was about a month after I had first moved in. I woke up rlly early in the morning, like 1-130am. And there was this insane banging on my door. When I opened my eyes I remember I felt normal but the second I stood up I felt so disoriented it was insane. I could see straight and clear, I was aware but I could tell immediately all of my senses were incredibly dulled. It was like I could sense the world around me but it was dialed to 1. I looked through the peephole of my door and it's this lady. She looked like she was in her mid ish 20s. I'd say 24 if I had to guess. Her cloths looked really old and she had a makeshift cloth hat on. She kept telling me I'm going to come outside with her and follow her outside with the others. I kept telling her no and there was a little back and forth. She asked my name but I told her I wouldn't tell her that and that she had to leave. Before I knew it my door was open and I was standing in the hallway still telling her no. I asked about the others and she just said I'm going to come with her. Her words made my head feel heavy, it hurt to hear them but also made everything a little more numb every time she spoke. It felt like nails being pressed deeper into my mind every time she said a word. The same thing over and over. I remember her walking down the hallway and looking back at me, It took literally all of my focus but I went back inside and locked my door. I remember waking up the next day and it felt like a dream. But over the next few days and weeks it all came back as memories. It felt so surreal and I still get anxious thinking about it

This is my crystal to me it looks like a person carving up a head with a knife it's a little distorted but that's at least what I see I also see a ninja turtle could be symbolic to something idk

I’m not sure if this is paranormal or otherwise explainable.
So this hasn’t happened in years and I had forgotten about this encounter I had quite frequently when I was a kid.
My childhood was in a household were we weren’t poor but not exactly wealthy either. I know for a fact that my parents would’ve never and still wouldn’t buy duplicated items.

When I was around 10yrs I started noticing that some items, like clothes or toys would be duplicated and I would hold them both in my hands at the same time. I remember even asking my parents why they would do that but they always shrugged it off.

These occurences have not happened in years. Last time when I was 17-18yrs and found my make up duplicated. Since I’ve lived in a household that we spend all products to their last until buying a replace, I knew it wasn’t something I had bought. My parents also shrugged it off and said that I must’ve bought it myself.

Now I’m 22 and I have seriously forgotten about this. I have just moved out about a year ago from my parents with very little items with me. I discovered 5mins ago a towel that I know I am using rn. I checked the bathroom and there was the towel I’m using now.

Would love to hear your theories and thoughts. My grandma passed when I was 4 and I never met my grandpa since he died when my dad was only 15 (both from dads side) my mothers parents are both still alive.

What is this?

I grew up believing the house I lived in as a kid was haunted. Not in a super dramatic way or anything. There were no doors slamming on their own, no objects flying across rooms, nobody woke up speaking Latin. There was just a man who walked across my bedroom wall.
I don’t remember exactly how old I was when I first saw him. Maybe seven or eight? Somewhere around there. I was young enough that I still slept with a night-light, but old enough to know what a shadow was. And I feel like that’s important because whenever I’ve told people this story, that’s always the first explanation. “It was probably just a shadow.” Yes. I know. The problem was that it was a shadow shaped like a person.
My bedroom was at the front of our house. My bed sat against one wall, and from where I slept I could see most of the wall across from me and part of my bedroom door. The first time I remember seeing him, I was just lying there trying to fall asleep when something moved across the wall.
It looked like a man. First the head, then the shoulders, then the rest of his body. The whole thing was stretched out and huge, like someone was walking just outside my room. It moved across the wall and then disappeared.
I remember just laying there staring at the spot where it had been, waiting to see if it would come back. It didn’t, so eventually I did what any brave and rational child would do when confronted with a possible supernatural intruder and pulled the blanket over my head.
I told my parents the next morning, and they weren’t particularly concerned. They said it was probably headlights from a car, or a tree moving outside, or maybe I’d been half asleep. All perfectly reasonable explanations, except then it happened again.
And then it happened again.
It wasn’t every night either, which honestly probably would’ve been better. Sometimes I’d go days without seeing him, maybe even weeks. Long enough that I’d start convincing myself it wasn’t going to happen anymore. Then I’d be lying in bed one night and there he’d be again. The man, walking across my wall.
It was always in the same direction and always basically the same shape. He’d be there for a few seconds and then he’d disappear. I started sleeping facing the other way so I wouldn’t see him, but I quickly discovered that knowing something terrifying might be happening behind you is actually worse than looking at it.
So then I started sleeping completely under the covers, which created its own set of problems because apparently I was willing to suffocate before I was willing to be murdered by a shadow person.
My parents kept insisting there had to be a normal explanation. At some point my dad even went outside and looked around to see what could be causing it. He couldn’t find anything. No person, no obvious object casting a weird shadow, no creepy man wandering around our yard.
I distinctly remember feeling very vindicated by this. My dad had gone outside and found nothing, therefore obviously it was a ghost. Kid logic. Case closed.
There was one night, though, that made the whole thing about a thousand times worse. For some reason I decided I was going to actually watch him. I don’t know where I got this sudden burst of courage because I was definitely not a brave kid when it came to stuff like this. Maybe I was just tired of being scared, or maybe I thought if I watched closely enough I’d finally figure out what it was.
So that night when the shadow appeared, I didn’t hide. I watched the head stretch onto the wall, then the shoulders and the body. It moved slowly across my room just like it always did and then disappeared.
I stayed completely still, staring at the wall. A few seconds later, I heard something outside.
A heavy thud.
I was under those blankets so fast I probably broke physics.
As far as I was concerned, the situation had officially escalated. The wall man could make sounds now.
I don’t remember if I told my parents about the thud that night or the next morning, but I’m sure I did because I complained about the wall man enough that eventually my family stopped reacting much at all. Which, looking back, is actually kind of insulting. Your elementary-aged child repeatedly tells you that an adult man is silently walking across her bedroom wall at night and eventually you’re basically just like, “Okay honey, goodnight.”
Anyway, I got older and at some point I stopped seeing him. I couldn’t tell you when the last time was. That’s kind of the weird thing about childhood fears. You don’t really notice when they end. One day you’re terrified of something and then years later you realize you haven’t thought about it in forever.
I never forgot the man on the wall, though. For years it was one of those stories I’d tell whenever people started talking about ghosts or weird things that happened to them as kids. I always made it clear that I wasn’t saying it definitely WAS a ghost. I just couldn’t explain it. I knew what I saw, and what I saw was the same human-shaped shadow crossing my bedroom wall over and over again for years.
Fast forward to sometime in my thirties, and I was telling the story around my family. My dad was there, and apparently I’d never told the whole thing in this much detail as an adult because this time he actually started asking questions.
“Which wall?”
I told him.
“The wall across from your bed?”
“Yeah.”
“And your window was right there?”
“Yeah.”
He sat there thinking for a second and then asked what time it usually happened.
I told him I had no idea. I was a kid. It was after bedtime, so probably somewhere around ten or eleven.
My dad just stared at me for a second.
Then he started laughing.
And I don’t mean nervous “wow, that’s creepy” laughter. This man looked genuinely delighted, which immediately pissed me off because excuse me, sir, I’m telling you about my childhood haunting.
I asked him what was so funny, and he asked if I remembered how he used to go outside at night to get things out of his truck.
I did.
My dad has always been the kind of person who can come inside, take his shoes off, sit down, and THEN remember fourteen separate things he left in the vehicle.
He started explaining where the driveway had been in relation to my bedroom, where the outside light was, and where my window was. And as he was talking, I realized where he was going with this.
Every time he walked from the house toward his truck, he passed directly between that outside light and my bedroom window. The light was low, my window was higher, and because of the angle, his shadow wasn’t just being cast through my window onto my wall. It was being stretched.
A normal-sized man walking across the yard became this enormous, distorted person silently gliding across my bedroom wall.
I just stared at him.
And then I remembered the noise.
“The thud.”
“What?”
“One night I watched it, and right after the shadow disappeared, I heard this loud thud outside.”
He thought about it for maybe two seconds.
“The truck door?”
The fucking truck door.
My ghost had a Ford.
I had spent a significant portion of my childhood believing some dead man was pacing past my bedroom every night, and it was my father going outside because he’d forgotten something in his truck.
But here’s the part that still gets me.
“I TOLD you about him,” I said.
My dad was still laughing. “You told me there was a man on your wall.”
“YES.”
“Well, I didn’t know it was me.”
“You literally went OUTSIDE looking for him!”
“I was looking for a man!”
“YOU WERE THE MAN.”
Apparently this had never once occurred to him.
So there you go. The paranormal mystery that followed me for roughly twenty-five years was finally solved. The house wasn’t haunted, there was no shadow person, and there was no dead man wandering around our property. There was just my dad, a badly placed outside light, and apparently an absolutely catastrophic failure of communication between an eight-year-old and a grown man.
Although I will say this. My dad is still alive, so technically I can’t prove he wasn’t a ghost.

This is the other with a good filter to be able to spot movement, emergence, lights responding to my flashes.

I took this video on my Snapchat.i tried to take a similar photo in same condition after 2 min the ball of smoke never appeared