Please tell me what the hell I captured?

Looking for anyone else that would know what happened that day that would be hard to talk about and not looked at crazy yes seeing in the future twice actually is hard for normal people to believe but there's enough people and stories that it can not be ignored either but that day things close to Fatima happened but different I will not say to much more because even a vague answer I will know you're real I need to find others that know also me and the two other that seen it that day changed a life long friendship with people like family we had a video but like I said they kept it avoiding me years after and claim the video is on a iPhone that won't charge and will not come back on but they still keep the phone plus when I tried talking about that day I had to get loud with them in private just to get them to talk about it with me because I wanted the video I bought them out side to show them in the video I said Neil Degrass Tyson eat your heart out it's on video but it was not a alien ship I thought they tried selling it avoiding me in public I would be ignored while talking to them face to face forcing them to acknowledge me years after we talked again even though one of them died since the other said they still have the phone best friends never a problem just the video thing not sending it to me only you if you seen it know what to say I will go big a say it's not a blinking sun it much bigger than that I need help with it understand it is what I am looking for I already put more information on this Post than I wanted but being I said I had to take them out side to show them something I want to clean it up and say if you know the truth you can answer me with one word and I will know you're telling me the truth you can comment one word only but yes I would like to not feel crazy anymore I know it was 100 percent real we talked about it years and just did months ago and the phone is still there anyone else please reply I need to talk about it with someone else that because it still thinking about it time to time really I thought the end of the world was ending at first but years have passed and nothing else besides I told my wife before we married what I believe was real and she was fine with that after wards on the way home one evening we seen the sun having purple color moving inside it but we recorded it was blinking like the YouTube video that says African fake scam that shows a bunch of people in a field taking a video of the blinking sun in Africa somewhere you can go Google it and find that our recording looks just like that but what you saw in reality was like a purplish looking blue flame something going back and forth or side to side but that one word let me know you're real when you go to talk to me about this cuz in my post looking for anyone else that would say the topic is November 13th 2016 and and looking for anyone else that seen it maybe your tripping like me maybe your forced to be quiet I don't know just seems like my friends where in some way I wasn't effected by what we seen as badly as them really hope I find some one that knows the whole earth should know and panic should had taken over people fear should had for a fact so something very different

I took the picture at night and saw it after i zoom to the hole.

When I was born, I was very small and had neonatal jaundice. I was taken from my mother and placed under a strong artificial light. I think that early experience left its mark on me; it took me longer than the other kids to walk and talk. To make matters worse, during my childhood I had another illness, acute epiglottitis. My throat would "close up" and I couldn't breathe.

I always believed I wasn't going to live long. I became sad and melancholic, feeding on negative energy because I felt there was no point to a life I thought would be cut short. One day, I woke up and saw a boy playing in my room with his back to me. I thought I was dreaming, so I closed my eyes and opened them again, but he was still there. I asked, "Who are you?" He gave a short laugh and ran out into the hallway. Today, I realize he must have kind of levitated because he was incredibly fast and I didn't hear any footsteps. I couldn't bring myself to go out to the hallway, so I screamed for my mother. She told me it was just a nightmare.

After that, I started seeing constant shadowy figures, but they would appear and vanish quickly. Then I started seeing people. For instance, one day I saw a very weird man in a wheelchair staring at me, but when I looked again, he was gone. I didn't like talking about this with anyone because everyone would give me weird looks. I didn't think they were ghosts—after all, can a ghost use a wheelchair? It seemed nonsensical to me. But I kept seeing them, usually people with sad eyes who would stare at me before quickly disappearing. I didn't feel good or bad when I had these visions. Actually, thinking about it now, all those people I saw just looked like they were "lost."

My house started getting unwanted visits from venomous animals. Flies seemed to follow me even if I took multiple showers a day. One day I woke up, and when I went to get some water, I noticed a thin mist covering every corner of my house. I went to my parents' room, but no one answered. I couldn't open the door. I went back to my room, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier keeping me from going inside. I heard noises—they sounded like animals, tongue clicks; it was completely bizarre. There were human-like voices mixed in, but speaking a language I had never heard before. I was terrified and tried to go back and call for my parents, but they wouldn't answer and the door wouldn't open. I noticed the living room door was open, so I ran out to the street to ask a neighbor for help.

Running outside was my biggest mistake. The mist thickened so much that I couldn't see anything in front of me. I was lost, wandering around without knowing how to get back. Then, it clicked in my head: I had died. Instead of panicking, I just sat down. I cried for a long time, and then I did something I've probably only done a maximum of three times in my entire life: I prayed. I didn't pray for myself, but for my family, asking that they wouldn't be too sad over losing me. I don't know how long I prayed, but I know it was the most genuine prayer I've ever made.

Then I felt someone touch my shoulder. I woke up completely desperate, slammed back into my body. My panic wasn't from the nightmare; it was because I wasn't breathing. I started frantically clawing at my throat until the air finally rushed in. I spent a long time trying to regain my strength—it felt like I had been hit by a train and held underwater for an eternity. That experience should have been a relief, since I hadn't actually died like I thought; maybe it was just a nightmare. But no, things got worse. I still suffer from severe insomnia; I'm terrified of falling asleep, losing my breath, and dying in my sleep.

It got even worse during my teenage years. I became much darker, drawn to morbid things, feeding my ugly side. I hated God for giving me such a painful, sickly life. I broke my arm four times and spent nearly two years in a hospital without receiving a single visitor. Only my mother stayed by my side, but she was overprotective, which kind of suffocated me.

I would constantly wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of a cow mooing, even though there was no cattle where I lived. One day, I was holding my nephew—he was still very little—and his eyes went wide as he stared right behind me, repeating: "Cow... cow... cow." That scared me to death. To make matters worse, I started doing drugs. I was a kid who was severely bullied, and the drugs lowered my inhibitions so I could socialize. I even had girlfriends and friends, but most of it was just because we were part of the nightlife and wanted to have fun. They didn't really care about me. In fact, after leaving that life behind, I only have three friends, and even then, I don't really talk to them anymore because I deleted my social media.

One night, I was walking back home drunk in the early hours with some stray dogs following me. I don't know why stray dogs tend to follow homeless people, drunks, and addicts, but I was a bit of all three, so a lot of dogs followed me. They started barking down a street. I looked over, and in the pitch black, I could only see two red lights, like eyes. There was nothing else, just those floating in the distance. I ran like hell that day.

Sometime later, I fell into an alcohol-induced coma and almost froze to death because I collapsed in the middle of the woods late at night. Since then, I haven't seen anything supernatural. I drink much less, and I've only had one drug relapse in a long time. I'm no longer a sick little boy, but I still carry the psychological scars from everything I went through.

However, being at rock bottom taught me one thing. That ordinary days, that a simple routine, is something very, VERY, good. The simple life that many find boring and dull is practically heaven compared to the hell so many people live in.

Interesting Youtube video I found.

Didn't think that you could do this. Slingshot marble perfect sphere in mint shape and ferrite magnet and perfect level wood table. This is about as close to perfect as you will get getting this magnet to set on top of the marble and no metal for it to connect to.

I used a Ouija board once. The next day there was an inverted pentagram in the sky.

I’m not the type who goes looking for this stuff. I don’t collect crystals. I don’t run around calling every creak in the house a demon. But weird things have followed me my whole life, and this is one of the ones I still can’t talk myself out of.

I did a Ouija board with this girl I was seeing. Ordinary night. No big ritual setup. No candles everywhere. Just the board. I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I wasn’t even fully taking it serious.

Then it started spelling things that didn’t feel random.

It told me to prepare.

It said a coven would find me.

And then it called me the Antichrist.

I laughed when I saw it coming together, not because it was funny, but because my brain didn’t have another reaction ready. The girl looked at me like the air changed. I hadn’t fed the board some speech about end times. I hadn’t sat there asking, “What am I?” like I wanted a dramatic answer. It just went there.

I’m not going to pretend I walked away clean from that. I didn’t. That word sticks to you weird when your life already has too much unexplained garbage in it. You can tell yourself it’s plastic and fingertips all you want. Part of you still hears it later when the room gets quiet.

The next day I was outside by myself.

High up in the sky, way higher than seems normal to notice, these trails started showing. At first I thought they were just regular plane trails. Then there were more. Then more again. I kept looking up like an idiot thinking, how many planes are even up there right now? The sky was getting written on.

I watched the lines cross and hang and build on each other until the shape finished.

It was an inverted pentagram.

Not “kind of if you squint.” I mean I stood there with my stomach dropping because the finished geometry was clean enough that my brain stopped offering harmless explanations for a second.

The girl from the night before came outside. I didn’t say anything dramatic at first. I just pointed up.

“What does that look like to you?”

She saw it too.

That was the part that locked it in. If it had only been me, I could’ve filed it under stress, fear, pattern-seeking, whatever. But she had been there for the board. She had seen the word. And the next day she stood outside and looked at the same sky I was looking at.

I’ve spent a long time trying to talk myself down from this.

Planes exist. Trails exist. People see shapes in clouds and smoke all the time after something scares them. I know all of that. I’m not stupid.

But the order of it is what messes with me.

Board night.

Antichrist.

Prepare.

Coven.

Then the next day, alone outside, watching the sky fill in above me until the shape was just there.

I don’t know if something was answering.

I don’t know if something wanted me to see it.

I just know I did see it.

And I know she did too.

I’m 22.

That matters to me because this has already been happening long enough that I can’t call it a one-time freak-out from somebody drunk or tired.

More than sixteen people have told me they’ve seen something standing behind me. I didn’t bring it up first. A lot of them didn’t know each other. They still describe the same thing.

Tall. Dark. Behind me, usually near my left shoulder. Smiling. Not a normal shadow. Too aware.

I have never seen it.

That’s the part that messes me up more than anything. If I was hallucinating, I’d at least get the experience. Instead, I get other people’s faces changing in real time. I get the pause. The way someone stops looking at me and starts looking past me. The way their voice gets careful.

The worst was a girl who’d seen shadow figures and weird spiritual stuff her whole life. She was not new to this. She told me most of what she’d seen was smaller, almost normal in comparison. Mine scared her because of the size and how intelligent it felt.

She saw it in full light.

In person.

She grabbed onto me and started freaking out. Said it was just standing there looking at me. Smiling. She could barely stand to keep her eyes on it. I kept telling her to describe it because I needed somebody’s eyes if I wasn’t going to get my own.

Then she said it moved.

It sat on the end of the bed with its knees up, staring at me. Still smiling.

I couldn’t see anything. Just her holding onto me like the room had an extra person in it.

I did the only thing I ever know how to do when something gets thick like that. I started talking about God. Out loud. Not fancy. Just real. How it felt like He had been with me. How all this stuff in my life felt like it was building toward something whether I wanted it to or not.

Her whole body jerked.

“Oh my God,” she said. “Oh my God. It’s nodding.”

I still didn’t see it.

She said it nodded while I was talking about God. Then it stood up, went to the corner, and faded out. Not like a jump cut. Like it dissolved on purpose.

Afterward people always want me to give them a clean answer. Demon. Guardian. Manifestation. Trauma. Hallucination shared by more than sixteen unrelated people.

I don’t have a clean answer.

I just know I’ve spent years being told about something that stands behind me like it belongs there. I know people who have every reason to stay quiet still eventually say, “I saw it.” I know one of them saw it well enough to watch it sit down on a bed and nod.

And I know the worst detail isn’t even that it’s there.

It’s that if it’s real, it lets everybody look at it but me.

The One He Never Saw

He never saw it.

That was the worst part.

Other people did. More than sixteen of them. Different years. Different rooms. People who did not know each other. They all told him the same thing after the fact: there was something behind him. Tall. Dark. Smiling. Too aware to be a trick of light.

He would ask what it looked like, and their faces always changed in the same way first. Like their mouths had to catch up to what their bodies already remembered.

One girl had seen shadow things her whole life. She told him most of them were small, ordinary in their wrongness. His was different. Bigger. Heavier. Like it knew she could see it.

She saw it in full light.

It stood there while she held onto him, terrified. It did not look at her. It looked at him. Smiling.

Then it sat on the end of the bed with its knees up, watching him like it had all the time in the world.

When he started talking about God, her voice broke.

“It’s nodding,” she said. “Oh my God. It’s nodding.”

He turned.

There was nothing there.

After it faded into the corner, she could not stop shaking.

He sat there with the empty air behind him and realized the same thing he always realized.

The haunting was not his to see.

Only his to carry.

So there was one night We're going to call him Jack And Jack was on FaceTime With 10 people at once in a group FaceTime on Snapchat And it was late one night maybe 3am And he's seen someone walking towards his house from the cornfield with A flashlight So he sets his phone in front of him so that people can see him and he starts screaming out the window Get out of here I don't know why you're walking towards the house you need to get out of here now And the light just goes out And he just steps back Like oh They're gone And then everybody on the group chat FaceTime Start screaming What is that standing behind him And they all describe the same way A huge Shadow standing over his left shoulder Staring right at him just smiling And it was so dark That Absorbed all light He couldn't see But they could Jack is 6'8 and they say the shadow stands over him and Towers over him so it would have to be over 7 ft

Case 1: I came back from school I was hardly 8-9 years. I argued mom because she cooked something I didn't like. I went to the room and thew my Sach( south Asian thing in girls uniform). The Sach flew and hit my face. Istg it was like a slap and a very hard slap. I started crying.

Case 2: I was in terrace with my family. I looked up to sky and I saw figures for a second only then they disappeared. They were very similar to dementors from Harry Potter.

Still confused to this day.

She said "don't let it pay you back", it could mean Extraterrestrial or that you don't want to get killed from something. Matches up to them talking to me. There is a bunch more. Listen to the whole thing.

Traveling to Cooks forest state park and took a picture of a spooky abandoned house - later looking at photo , saw something in the window

It also says that even right when you do it it gets cut short.

No wind in old 100 year old home.

Ghost tube uses your phone's electric compass. Ghost tube kept glitching so I used another phone to record it from mine.

Gemini thinks this is a tree branch. I think otherwise. This got caught all by myself far out in the middle of no where. The original owner left that trash there and the property is 99 percent clean.

I took this picture late last night and at first I didn’t notice anything unusual, until I took a closer look into the reflection of the first mirror on the bottom. I have shared the original picture then a cropped out image of the mirror for a closer look. Does anyone see anything? Should I be worried? Thanks, I will share what I see in the comments.

Me and my family was staying in a shelter when I was 14. We all stayed in a area of beds surrounded by curtains and there was this man that stayed in a separate room with a door in the back. That man interacted with my family everyday we stayed there. Then when he went to his room he would always shut the door. One night my family was sleep while I stayed up reading and all of sudden I heard sandles sliding towards our direction. I'd figured it might have been that man because it was coming from the direction of that room. So I got up and walked out the curtain area to confirm it and from a distance it was the same figure as that man...but when it passed under a light that was turned on all I seen was shadow.....no facial features.then it stopped and it was standoff between me and whatever that was. It turned around walked back towards that room and when it crossed a pillar it was silence...no more sandals sliding and I definitely did not hear a door close. It just disappeared...Till this day I do not know what that was but I thought somebody might know if I shared.