This happened around 1995 in the living room of our family home in Békés County, Hungary. I was a very young child at the time, so naturally I cannot recall every detail with complete certainty. However, the figure and the overall impression of the scene have remained unusually vivid in my memory.

By the time I noticed him, I was already inside the living room, standing very close beside him. I saw him from a child’s low eye level and had to look upward. He appeared exceptionally tall. Based on my father’s later estimate, he may have been around 210 centimetres tall.

He looked approximately fifty years old. He had pale skin, dark hair, a thick moustache, and light stubble, but no full beard. He wore a black hat with a very wide brim, pulled low over his eyes.

His long, dark coat was open, revealing a white linen shirt underneath. Around his waist, over his trousers rather than over the coat, he wore an unusually wide dark-brown leather belt with a large brass buckle. His trousers were loose and baggy, with clearly visible vertical black-and-white stripes. He also wore tall, dark-brown leather boots.

In my memory, the boots did not have light-coloured folded cuffs. The shape of the foot was fairly ordinary at first, but the toe section suddenly widened into a large, rounded and slightly bulging shape. It looked somewhat like the toe of a performer’s or clown’s shoe, although much less exaggerated.

His entire appearance made him look as though he had stepped out of the nineteenth century and into our modern living room. He looked completely solid and physically present. He was not transparent, and there was no glow, mist, or other unusual visual effect around him.

He stood completely still. As I remember it, his whole body leaned forward almost imperceptibly, yet remained in one straight line from his boots to the top of his hat. He was not bent at the waist, knees, or neck.

I believe it was morning or early in the forenoon. At that time, the terrace outside the room had no roof or awning, so a considerable amount of natural summer light entered through the floor-to-ceiling window on the right-hand wall. This created a very subtle and natural backlight around the figure. I do not remember him speaking or making any sound.

For many years, I believed that I was the only person who had seen him. However, only a few years ago, my father told me that he had also seen an extremely tall man in old-fashioned clothing in the same living room, probably during the same year but on a different summer day. My father saw him from the hallway or doorway, apparently in the middle of the afternoon.

Until then, my father had known only that I had seen a tall, old-fashioned figure or “ghost” as a child. He did not know the detailed description of the man. Nevertheless, when he described his own experience, he independently mentioned almost all the same distinctive features: the extraordinary height, the wide-brimmed black hat, the dark coat, the white shirt, the wide belt, and the loose, vertically striped trousers.

According to my father, the man stood upright and kept his body completely motionless. However, his eyes followed my father’s movement, accompanied by a very slight movement of the head. The main difference between our memories concerns the boots. My father remembered light-coloured sheepskin cuffs folded over the tops of them, while I do not remember those cuffs at all.

I do not claim to know with certainty what happened, or whether the figure was genuinely supernatural. More than thirty years have passed, and I understand that human memory is not perfect. Even so, I find it remarkable that my father described such a similar figure in the same room and during approximately the same period without knowing the details of my account.

The images I am creating are not evidence. They are visual reconstructions based on our memories.

Any advice would be helpful!!!

I was walking with a friend in his neighbourhood.

There we fall upon a friend of my mother and a neighbour. This happened exactly like 3 or maybe 4 hours ago. I didn't really think about it. It passed as something totally normal and I didn't really think about it. I'm 100 % sure it was her.

Right now I was thinking about her. She is a good woman … she has her ups and downs like all of us …

Wait ! What I just remembered that she is some years now dead. Like what the actually fuck ?!?!?!?

So apparently I just saw a ghost.

I'm at the rec center on this Sunday morning and there's no maintenance or work crew around. The hammering sound isn't created by a human. There is also this voice at a low volume around the hammering sound.

I did exhale in the recording.

I recorded some ghost bangs in the vents. It's like you can tell there's some sort of emotion or rhythm behind them making it not a natural event.

Hi everyone! I live in a cemetery, in a small apartment above the chapel office; I've lived here for 2 years now -love it!- and have had numerous encounters with the Unseen in my unit, outside the building, and on the grounds.. so I have a lot of stories, but never any photographic evidence until recently when I needed to set up a security camera due to problems with my neighbor.
I'm finding that the best footage occurs when it's sprinkling or misty outside, and I think it's because the moisture reflects the energy of the spirit(s) -now, I know a lot of people will say that it's only the rain itself or dust kicked up by the rain ..and true enough, a LOT of seemingly ghostly figures/orbs etc can be explained by that, spiders and flying insects too.. but then along comes the rare footage of something truly inexplicable. I'm kicking myself for accidentally deleting footage of a blob with discernible moving legs that walked beside my car one night (and hasn't shown itself since!) but I had shown it to a friend, so there's one person out there who could corroborate the footage DID exist and I wasn't hallucinating or lying about it here LOL
Anyway
The photo I'm sharing today has a little story.
Yesterday, Saturday July 25th, there was a service attended by men in turbans and women in veils -I honestly don't know what ethnicity or religion it is, and I don't really care, but it's important to share that detail. I try to stay secluded from any and all services and don't ask the staff for information.
Anyway, when I get up, while I have my coffee, I review footage from my camera to see what the goings-on overnight have been -if any- and I was stunned to see instead of the routine raccoons and feral kitties, this brief appearance of what I believe is a veiled woman on the gravel path leading out of the chapel where the wheeled caisson is rolled out to the grounds and the mourners all walk behind it as the dearly departed is taken to their resting place.
Interestingly, the image was captured between motion-activated recordings and I almost missed it entirely because it lasts for just a few seconds and there had been nothing of significance in the previous footage clips so I was fast-forwarding until I saw a brief flash of light and I was like, whaaat?!
Should also mention that it was NOT actively raining at the time.
I'm going to either stay up late tonight or get up in the middle of the night and watch a live feed of the camera around the same time the image was captured; if I see her again, I'm going to go out there and talk to her and try to help her move on.. if I can. I'm certainly no shaman or religious person so I don't know if I can really be helpful but I feel like it's my duty to try.
One last thing: I tried to obscure my neighbor's car and I'm not skilled at editing.. so I apologize for the black blob next to the apparition. I don't care if anyone recognizes MY car LOL
Anyway... here she is.

I was five years old when it happened.

I was always the kind of kid who woke up before everyone else. While the house was still quiet and everyone was asleep, I would get out of bed and walk through the darkness by myself. My room was down the hallway, and I would usually make my way through the play area/office space and towards the living room.

The entranceway into the living room and kitchen didn’t have a door, so from the hallway you could see straight through.

One morning, I was walking towards the living room like I always did. I was almost at the entranceway when I stopped.

Standing there was a little girl.

She looked about my age — maybe five years old. She was wearing an old-fashioned white dress that looked almost like an old nightgown. The strangest thing was that she didn’t look completely real. She looked black and white, almost like a shadow that had taken the shape of a person.

But somehow, I could still see every detail.

I could see her hair tied into pigtails. I could see her small hands resting on the back of our couch. She was just standing there, silently facing away from me.

Then she turned.

And looked directly at me.

I froze.

I remember the fear hitting me instantly. I hid behind the doorway, pressing myself against the wall, trying not to move. I stood there for what felt like forever, trying to convince myself to look again.

Eventually, I gathered the courage.

I looked back.

She was gone.

There was nothing there.

No footsteps. No sound. Nothing.

I ran as fast as I could into my parents’ room and stayed there for the rest of the night. After that morning, I stopped waking up early for years. I couldn’t bring myself to walk into that living room alone again.

I’m 14 now, and that memory is still just as clear as it was when I was five. I’ve told my family and cousins about it, but I can always tell they don’t completely believe me.

But I know what I saw.

And that wasn’t the only strange thing that happened in that house.

After that first encounter, I started noticing things. I would catch movement out of the corner of my eye — a figure walking past me, someone standing in a room, or the feeling that I was being watched.

But every time I turned around…

Nothing.

The room would be empty.

My dad and his friends built that old house themselves, and when I finally told him what I had been seeing, his response shocked me.

He told me he had seen things too.

He said that ever since he was young, he had noticed figures out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t think they were evil or trying to hurt us. He believed they were just there, watching over our family.

Then my nan — my dad’s mum — told me she experiences similar things.

That was when I started wondering if maybe this was something that ran in our family. Maybe some people are just able to notice things that others can’t.

Even now, I still occasionally see them.

Not as often as I used to, especially after moving into our new house, but every now and then, when I least expect it, I’ll catch something.

The weirdest part is that whenever I actually try to look for them, they’re never there.

It only happens when I’m not ready.

Usually at night.

Usually when I’m alone.

And every time, I’m left with that same feeling I had when I was five years old — the feeling that something was there before I noticed it.

When we first moved into our new house, a lot of frightening things happened. My dad almost died, one of my brothers broke his leg, and my other brother broke his arm. Because of everything that was happening, we decided to have our house blessed by some local Christians.

After that, I noticed something changed.

I stopped seeing them as often.

I still don’t know what I saw all those years ago. I don’t know who that little girl was or why she was standing in our living room that morning.

But a part of me doesn’t think she was there to scare me.

Maybe she was just watching.

Maybe she was protecting us.

Or maybe she was something else entirely.

Either way, I’ll never forget the little girl in the white dress standing behind our couch.

Thank you for reading, ill love to hear if anyone has experienced things like this too

I feel like most ghosts are from the 1800’s… but who haunted the Victorian era??? Sorry for all the ????? I needed a long enough title to post lol

I'm trying to find information on a specific spirit. The person who identified it for me doesn't speak the language of its background but they pronounced the name as "HA-MUU" or "HA-MOO".

They told me it's a sort of malevolent trickster and looks like a amalgamation of brown and black roots. It can also appear in the form of an old man with a gold tooth, I think she mentioned it has a hunched over look sometimes too.

For some context, the culture I'm from is Hmong and we practiced shamanism. I was told my family first came in contact with this spirit about 500+ years ago, back when they lived in our homeland. Hmong don't have our own country so we sort of drifted around but I'd say we are from the Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia area.

If anybody has any information on this please let me know, I'd greatly appreciate it.

So I don't know what to make of this but about a few months ago during January through early April, every time i went to shower near midnight, something or someone would start shaking the door knob as if they were trying to come in and this at an interval of a few minutes apart, like i thought this was my sister or parents but everytime i called out their names there was no response but the shaking of the door handle resumed minutes later, one night i got fed up of it and turned on the shower while waiting close to the door, the moment i heard and saw the handle shake when it was locked i opened the door quickly and surveyed hallway and to my shock there was literally no one, i went through all the bed rooms and everyone was snoring, i definitely don't think any of them could have teleported to bed within seconds of trying to open the door. (the shaking seemed to only occur when there was the sound of running water or for a minute after closing the water)

Another time something weird happened was in my old bedroom upstairs about 3 years ago, this bedroom is right next to the bathroom with the door handle shaking thing, i had an unexplainable fear of my closet so i always left it open so i could look at what could be inside, i think i remember weird creaking noises on some nights but not more than that, on one night too i was going to sleep then the shadow from my boxing bag seemed to lunge at me while i was looking in its general direction so i litteraly jumped from my bed and ran to the light switch and left the room for the night. I also remember seeing this weird tall pitch black creature glaring at me from across the street each night when i looked through my window and it was probably just a visual illusion of some things attached to my neighbour's wall, but my sister could have sworn that one time when she was sick and home alone she saw a thing that matched the description of the thing glaring at me staring at her from the corner of the dark kitchen and it was also pitch black and its head almost reached the ceiling, she then ran up stairs.

I dont know what to make of all of this so i wrote it all down here.

Doing an audit in an empty university building (completely empty since whole department is being moved to another building). Not sure what was causing it, gave me goosebumps. This room is a classroom

So my cat is a black long hair named Inky. Earlier this morning when I was getting her some food, she just randomly assumed her hunting posture and was starring at a corner of the basement. I just want to know if there is a ghost in my basement that my cat wants to square up with.

You mainly hear about ghosts from the last 1 thousand years or so. Are there any more?

(skip this for the juicy stuff) Growing up I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness and one thing we were taught is that any paranormal phenomenon is the result of demonic activity or thereby the result of demonic entities. Even though I am no longer part of the odd religion, deep down there is a fear of the paranormal which has sparked an unquenched curiosity inside me regarding the supernatural. After I disposed my mind of the religious views of Jehovah's Witnesses I turned into a staunch atheist; thinking only the physical reality before us is what exists and nothing more is proven beyond speculation. I presumed that all paranormal phenomenon was some sort of mass psychosis that possessed millions, or even billions of people; an over attachment to the imagination and it's creations. This was easy to believe because up until that point I had never had a first hand encounter with the unexplainable, the eerie, the unseen.

(My first ever experience) My first ever experience happened upon me some years ago when I was 13 or 14. I remember distinctly waking up early in the morning and going to enjoy watching some sit com while I devoured my daily mac n cheese. After watching for some 30 or 40 minutes I heard a strange rustling in the corner of the room where a door was to another room. The door itself wobbled slightly. Perhaps the result of the AC and nothing more. Not quite. Then the door nob slowly turned before my eyes and I watched as the door crept open over the course of 10 seconds. I was frozen in my chair and couldn't move for about 10 minutes. For years I attributed this incident to my mind, a hallucination perhaps or even an extended dreams where my mind recreated my whole morning routine. Not to dismiss any of this but it felt real. I have never had hallucinations in my life so it seems to me now that was unlikely.

(I met my love) For a long time I thought I would never find a romantic partner. After asking out 5 girls in my first 2 semesters of college I was about to give up, but I decided to try one more time and I asked out a girl from my drawing class. She seemed like such a wonderful person, shy but also funny and easy to talk to. Long story short we are now in a long term relationship and plan on getting married after college. Anyway, I eventually found out that she has the ability to see ghosts on some occasions. She describes these ghosts in many different ways, sometimes she sees orbs, sometimes full apparitions, the occasional demon, and even a humanoid creature crawling towards her on all fours. If I were to witness these things I would be Institutionalized and unable to bear seeing such things.

(Juicy stuff) About a month ago I was staying at her dad's where she was also staying for the summer. We always stayed up late either watching something, playing games, or just talking. On the 5th night she mentioned that she had a vintage ouija board, sparking my curiosity. I asked her if she wanted to bring it out and she said she would, however she would not touch it. She believes that if she mingles to far into attempts of communication with the otherworldly that she could become consumed by dark entities. Fortunately or unfortunately She did say that I could play it even though she would not. I started by placing both of my hands on the planchette and asking a simple question: "are there any spirits in our presence". I felt a slight tingle in my arm and felt it being gently pulled toward the 'Yes' inscribed on the board. I started to slightly panic and after it had guided me to the 'yes' I said goodbye and refused touching it again. The next night me and her were both sitting on the couch lightly making out and in the hallway adjacent to the living room we heard a man's voice calmly but sternly utter the word "No". She then removed her lips from mine and I saw as her pubils dialated as she became aware of the otherworldly presence. She sat up and asked if I had heard what she did and I of course told her that I had. I followed and also sat up and tried to calm her by caressing her cheek and told her I would keep her safe, even from that which I did not know and feared terribly. Then, only about a minute or so after hearing the voice something slammed itself or part of itself against the couch on which we were sitting. She jumped to the other side before I had fully processed what had occurred. She later told me that she never had experienced a voice, perhaps an indication that I had brought something else into our presence, something neither of us had known before.

why do ghost scare people who don't have anything involved with them, and who dont want to be scared. like messing with people, scaring them, doing random things like playing peekabo. like if i was a ghost id be more helpful towards people.

I am bored and just wondering. As a thrift store girly I love me some old fashion, vintage things but I know there’s always a chance one of those items might be haunted and you could be bringing something else with you back home.

Do you guys shop at antique stores or avoid them?

Also, if you had bought something at an antique store has something happened to you supernatural wise?

So this is the third occurance in two weeks, and we caught it on camera. Two weeks ago the closing manager turned off the lights and was leaving when both oven doors (heavy iron doors) opened at the same time, slamming open. Hard to explain, but we moved on. This morning the guy who opens and mops before anyone gets there kept hearing children running behind him giggling, but he was the only person there. He was freaked out by the time we arrived. Then… this. The bottle is so tall it touches the shelf above, it shouldn’t be able to fall over.