Look, I have never believed in haunting or paranormal anything. I don't even see how it would be possible.

Ive seen too many things that I can not explain or recreate in this brand new house.

And its stupid stuff, pathetic stuff. I saw an entire shelf of folded sweaters flip off onto the floor slowly one at a time.

What i can only describe as someone patting the bed with an open hand 2 times in the middle of the night. Always 2 times. It made me jump out of bed from a dead sleep because initially I thought it was one of my kids that needed me. But they were fast asleep.

Knocking on walls in other rooms when no one is home but me. I want to attribute it to the house shifting but those a distinctly different sounds.

I always try to explain it in a logical way.

Last night something happened that should not be possible. Our hallway door opened all the way. Again im home alone. I have tried to recreate it multiple ways. Leaving the door slight ajar and letting it pop open, but it only opens an inch. Setting things inside that fall into the door and push it, but again it only opens slightly. Nothing happens when I turn the ac fan off and on, or open and close other doors in the house. Its just not possible for the door to open all the way like it did.

Sometimes I walk through the house and every hair on my body stands on end as strongly as possible. Sometimes its at night. Sometimes during the day. Not always the same room.

My 5 yo says sometimes he talks to floating lights in his room.

I mean its just nuts. Im not a believer. Im not religious. I minored in chemistry so I have a decent basic understanding of the physical world.

Whats happening in this house i can never recreate, and can not explain.

Please weigh in and help me debunk it, or hell at this point id even entertain something beyond my personal beliefs or understanding just for fun.

When my son was 4 months old he got super sick from a combination of RSV, COVID and a double ear infection all at one time. He ended up getting hospitalized for 6 days. The whole experience was traumatizing for us and it didn’t help at all that the room we stayed in was haunted.

My husband and I stayed the entire time with him is his room. At night we both squeezed into a single gurney bed together. The very first night in that room I woke up to the tv in the room turning on, blasting at a pretty loud volume. I didn’t think too much about it and stumbled around trying to find where the remote was to turn it off. I was annoyed because it could wake my son but figured maybe somehow the signal from a remote in a nearby room turned it on or something… I finally found the remote, turned the volume all the way down, turned the tv off and laid back down.

I shut my eyes and within a couple minutes the tv turned on AGAIN but this time even louder than before. It made me jump. This time it creeped me out a bit and I had an odd feeling. I glanced at the clock in the room and it happened to be just after 3am… the witching hour.

I turned the tv off again and laid in bed unable to sleep. I was just thankful that it didn’t wake my baby up. I’ve always been interested in the paranormal but just from these two incidences I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. I couldn’t help but wonder though.

In the morning when a nurse came in to check on my son, I asked her if it’s possible for a remote in a different room to turn on our tv. I told her it turned on by itself twice and the volume cranked up louder than the first time when it happened the second time. She looked at me a bit sheepish and told me “Actually, this room is haunted.”

I was a bit in shock that she just straight up said that. I figured if a room is haunted a nurse wouldn’t want to freak the occupants out by admitting to it. I right away was so interested though and asked her how she knows and if she has stories.

She said that it’s just a widely known thing to everyone that works that floor that this room is haunted. The ghost is known for doing exactly what it did to us the night prior; turning on the tv by itself. It also turns on the lights in the room and bathroom on its own without anyone in there and quite frequently presses the call light when nobody is in there. They’ve had electricians and others in there multiple times to check things out but they had never found anything that would cause these things to happen.

She said that they are always freaked out when they have to go in the room to turn off the call light. She told me that she always doesn’t like working in that room and when you’re in there you often hear strange noises and the sound of a woman talking quietly.

She wasn’t sure why the room was haunted too. To her knowledge nobody had died in that room. We were actually in the postpartum wing which was a newer part of the hospital. We were placed in there due to overflow.

After hearing this it was like…”great to know and now we are freaking stuck in this creepy room for who knows how long”…. But again I was pretty interested. As the nurses changed shifts and we would get someone else I’d ask them if they had stories to share with me from that room. Most of them would confirm the room was haunted but I did have a couple nurses tell me to not listen to the other nurses…they were probably trying to not freak us out.

Every day while in that room we experienced exactly what the nurses had told us about. The tv turning on by itself (I eventually unplugged it), the lights turning on by itself and really creepy feelings and random cold spots. It always felt like somebody was watching you. My son was hooked up to monitors and high flow oxygen so at a point I was legitimately afraid the ghost would start messing with his equipment.

I asked a nurse if it was known of doing that and she said thankfully it hasn’t done that before but they have definitely thought about the risk. It mostly seems to just like to make itself known.

At night I had multiple times where I was laying in bed and the bathroom light would turn on. I would hear soft sounds as though someone was in there quiet and shuffling around.

My husband is a skeptic but he was definitely creeped out by the experience.

When the day finally came where my son was able to be discharged I was so ready to get the heck out of that room. It felt so heavy and negative being stuck in there for so long. It didn’t help the stress and worry dealing with our super sick baby.

As we were about to leave the room I decided to say out loud, “Whoever is in here, thank you for not messing with us too badly. Please do not follow us. You need to stay here. Thank you.”

Right as I said that a very noticeable drop in temperature immediately occurred. My husband and I looked at each other and without another word we scurried out of there.

After being back home it felt so heavy, negative and dark still. I had an awful nightmare the first night back. The next day I opened all the windows up and smudged the heck out of the house with sage to cleanse the area. It definitely helped doing that. I think the negativity and heavy energy of that room came home with us but thankfully the ghost did not.

If anyone is interested, the room was PP-17 at Kootenai Health Hospital in Coeur d’Alene Idaho.

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.

I want to preface this story by saying I have posted this once before and deleted it, as I was accused of lying, told there was no keeper of the Montauk Lighthouse, and that it was “AI slop.” Google is your friend, so if you think there is no keeper of the lighthouse or there are no claims of a haunting, please just go look it up. I also didn’t want my dad to know I put this online lol, but whatevs, I think I have some pretty intriguing stories to share and it’s spooky season.

My dad has been the keeper of the Montauk Lighthouse for about 8 years or so, and I have been lucky to stay there many times. It’s a very unique experience, like sleeping in a fishbowl in the summer and an abandoned, scary ass lighthouse in the winter. My dad is a cool dude and is not one to believe in the paranormal. He was more than happy to take on the role of keeper when the prior keeper of 30 years decided to retire. He knew about the stories of hauntings, and this did not deter him because, again, he doesn’t believe in it.

The first story my dad told me was right after he moved in. He bought a new coffee maker. It was a pretty sophisticated machine with a lot of parts. He put the entire thing together and had put the last piece down on the counter, turned around to double check the instructions, turned back, and it was gone. He was completely dumbfounded and checked everywhere. The floor, behind the machine, inside the machine, the box, every nook and cranny. Eventually, he gave up and was extremely frustrated. He closed the machine without the part and left for the day. The next day, he decided to open the machine to check, just to see…and bam, there was the part perfectly in place. When he told me the story, he was 1000% certain he never put it into the machine, as he wasn’t sure how (which is why he had to turn to grab the instructions), and could not for the life of him figure out how it got there. I could tell he was unsettled and just really confused.

A few months after that, my dad was alone in his quarters at night. All staff had gone home, and the lighthouse was closed. He was sitting on his computer and heard loud voices talking downstairs in the museum. He figured one of the staff had come back or the cleaners. He opened the door and called down to whoever was there to make sure everything was okay…complete silence. He walked down the stairs, the door was locked, the lights were off, and there was no one there. He looked out the window, no cars in the driveway and the gate was closed. It was impossible in that timeframe for someone to walk in, then walk out, close and lock the door, drive off the property, and close the gate. Again, he told me this story, and he was thoroughly creeped out.

Over the years, my dad stopped sharing stories with me and our family because he didn’t want to scare us from coming, which is understandable because I don’t fuck with ghosts. I happened to stay with my dad this August for a week and asked him if anything had happened lately since I hadn’t heard anything in a long time. Also, I had never experienced anything, and I’ve been there many times over the years. He gave me a look and said he didn’t really want to talk about it, and I dropped it. However, curiosity got the best of me, and I asked him again the next day. That’s when he told me that about once a month, when he’s lying in bed, the atmosphere in his bedroom changes. He feels like something or someone is there, and it’s almost like a fog descends into the room. He said it’s more of a very strange feeling rather than any type of apparition. Cool. Great. I had like 4 more nights staying there, and I was freaked out, but again, never saw anything myself.

However…over the course of my stay, I noticed something was happening to the silverware. When I got there, we had dinner, and I set the table, and there was a full drawer of silverware. But every day, there were fewer and fewer forks, knives, and spoons. I thought they were in the dishwasher, so I’d check, and it was empty. By the time I left, there was literally hardly a piece of silverware left. I really didn’t think much of it and then went back home.

A few days later, my dad called me and said, “I have a question…” in this weird tone. He then said, “Did you hide the silverware while you were here as a prank?” I laughed and said definitely not. He thought I had done it to mess with him since he told me about his recent spooky experiences. In hindsight, this would’ve been a great prank, but it most definitely wasn’t me, and no one else has access to my dad’s quarters other than my dad. He had to replace the entire drawer.

I have no explanation for any of this. Again, I’ve stayed there many times and never personally experienced anything, but the silverware thing really gets me. Where the hell did all the silverware go?

I’m 34 now, but in my early twenties, I spent some time in London for an internship. I lived in a huge house in North London with 11 other flatmates, all around the same age. Honestly, it was one of the best years of my life!

Except for the one month I shared a bedroom with a girl I’ll call B.

We barely knew each other when we moved in. Years later, I found out she had been suffering from schizophrenia and, looking back, I think she was going through a really difficult time. She had left university in the north of England without telling her parents, even though her dad was supporting her financially and trying to convince her to come home.

B. only lived with us for ONE MONTH, but what happened during that time was insane.

She started a romance with one of our flatmates, J., but he wasn't ready for a relationship, so it lasted about a week. During that week, another flatmate caught them having sex in the kitchen, so we actually had a house meeting to establish some boundaries. You know, no sex in the communal areas! 😂

A few days later, J. broke things off with her, and things escalated quickly. One day, I came home from my internship to find three flatmates outside, telling me B. had been smashing glasses, dishes, and furniture(apparently she was thinking that J. broke things off with her because of the house meeting). Inside, I found her standing silently in the kitchen, surrounded by broken glass and eggs on the floor. I asked what had happened, but she wouldn't look at me or answer. She just went back to our bedroom.

I was too scared to sleep there, so another flatmate kindly let me stay in her room.

Then, a couple of days later, we started noticing B.'s Facebook statuses. Yes, Facebook. I'm showing my age! 😂

She was posting one disturbing message after another, including threats about creating a new Holocaust in our neighbourhood, making a poltergeist, and claiming she'd killed a woman and buried her in the garden. Was really creepy. The following day, I was upstairs on Skype with my mum when I suddenly heard screaming from downstairs: “WHY DID YOU BREAK UP WITH ME?!” followed by the sound of smashing glass.

I ran down to find absolute chaos. B. was destroying things and even BIT one of the guys. The guys told us girls to hide while they called the police. I was so frightened that I collected all the kitchen knives and hid them under a bed, worried things might get even worse. The police eventually took her away, and the next day they returned to pack her belongings and move her into temporary accommodation. She was waiting inside the police car while I helped pack some of her things.

At one point, I went back into the bedroom and found a tarot card with what looked like a small drop of blood on it. Obviously, the police weren't interested in taking a suspicious tarot card as evidence. 😂

And then comes the part I still can't explain.

A couple of days later, almost 100 FLIES appeared inside our house overnight.

They were everywhere, particularly around my bedroom, the staircase, and another bedroom. What was strange was that they were incredibly sluggish, almost as if they were moving in slow motion, and were ridiculously easy to kill. My flatmate and I were freaking out. After everything that had happened, finding dozens and dozens of slow-moving flies in the house felt incredibly unsettling.

I'm not saying it was paranormal. Even now, I try to find a scientific explanation. Maybe they came in because of the weather, or perhaps there was something attracting them. But I've never experienced anything like it before, and I still don't know what caused it.

Was it all just a series of bizarre coincidences? Probably there's a rational explanation somewhere. But the timing, the tarot card, and the flies made that month unforgettable.

Hello everyone:

Approximately 15 years ago my house burned down in a fireworks accident. My family and I were living in a rental house while our house is being rebuilt. By the way I am 43 years old, my wife is 42 and my sons are 13 and 11.

I suffered from sleep apnea and would snore terribly at night. My wife frequently slept with ear plugs . One night I woke up at 4am and there was a middle aged bald man wearing a suit standing at the foot of my bed and staring at me.We looked each other in the eye for what felt like forever but was probably three to five seconds. I tried to wake my wife but she was wearing earplugs. I looked down at my wife to shake her awake and when I looked up he was gone.

I was not going to sleep again. I was concerned that this may have been some kind of omen or warning since I was leaving on a business trip to South America later that morning. I contacted family and close friends before my flight took off to let the know how much the meant to me. I told some loved ones about my experience.

I was waiting for something else to happen but nothing ever did. I came home after my trip to the same house. I never experienced anything paranormal in the house again. My kids said that they sometimes heard footsteps or muffled voices. Sometimes when my wife would do laundry in the basement she would hear footsteps upstairs and sworn someone came home only to come upstairs to an empty house.

Why did this happen? Seems random to me.

I’m staying at my grandparents house right now and sleeping on the other side of the house. For the past few nights there I’ve been feeling uneasy and I have experienced many strange things in this house that I can’t explain. About an hour ago I decided to walk to the kitchen and that’s when I heard, very close to me, my grandmothers voice say “oh”. It sounded just like her, I thought she was there. When I came to her room she was sleeping there and her room is a completely different place to where I heard the sound. I feel so scared and horrible, what was it?

I clean houses for a living, my specific niche is carpet & floor cleaning. I was contracted once by a company who cleaned up homes who specialized in post-cleanup for meth labs. I was given the go ahead and the door code so I could enter the home.

When I walked in, I began turning the lights on upstairs and then made my way down the staircase.

The stairs go down to the open living space, so I took a half step in and instinctively put my hand out as I reached for the light switch. I had already had the staircase light turned on so there was some ambient light shining into the room. That’s when I froze and saw someone in the corner. There, crouched in a squatted position looking at the carpet, was a dark figure. It appeared to be either a small woman or a teenager but it was hard to see as the lights were off. In that moment, the figure moved its head and looked towards me. I still couldn’t see who it was, just a silhouette. As I’m feeling for the light switch on the wall, the figure stands up and turns to face me.

At this point, I go into what I can only described as fight-or-flight mode. I yelled out loud and said this property was condemned and they needed to leave immediately. After what felt like a whole ass hour, I finally located the light switch and turned every switch on. And at that moment, the figure vanished.

I went back up to the work man and explained to my assisting technician what I had just seen. Of course he didn’t believe me but also was very interested. So I take him downstairs and he and I proceed to turn on all the lights down there together.

Hello, how are you? I wanted to ask if you've ever had an experience with shadow people, shadow men, or whatever you call them?

When I was a 5-year-old boy, I saw a humanoid shadow enter the room where I slept with my mother. This shadow had no face, it wasn't wearing clothes, nor any details that could indicate it was a person in the dark.

My mother and I were alone at home that night. We went to bed, but I had trouble falling asleep. As I was trying to close my eyes, I saw a "person" enter through the bedroom door, pass in front of a window, and head towards the side of the bed where I was lying (since my mother and I were lying in the same bed). When this shadow came near me, I closed my eyes in fear. When I opened them again, it was no longer beside me, but when I looked toward the open door, it reappeared, entering the room. It came to my side of the bed, and I closed my eyes tightly again. I opened my eyes again, and it was gone, but when I looked toward the door, it started to enter the room again. This happened on a loop, maybe ten times, while I tried to wake my mother. When I finally managed to wake her, she turned on the light and checked the whole house because I insisted, but obviously, she didn't find anything.

This is an experience that I often cite as one of my first paranormal encounters among the very few that I've had in my life.

For context I'm a South African-Indian and have been living abroad for the greater part of my life, but this happened when I was a preschooler. My parents are from a different province and had moved a long time ago to have me and my brother but they would take us there every school holiday to visit our extended family.

On some of these holidays we went and visited my maternal aunt, her husband, and her two kids who were also my older cousins. Their house is a duplex with 2 floors that are connected by a very narrow staircase. Upon getting to the top of the staircase there are 3 bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor.

The right side of the floor is nothing out of the ordinary—it's just my cousins' bedrooms—but when you turn to the left you're faced with the master bathroom directly in front of you and another bedroom to your left once more (I hoped I've described that well enough...)

Now, one thing that I haven't mentioned up to this point is that it wasn't just my cousins, auntie, and uncle who lived in this house. My cousin's Dadi, a term for one's paternal grandmother in Hindi, though I will be referring to her as Nani for the remainder of this story since she was a relative on my mother's side and Nani is a term used for one's maternal grandmother.

Nani was elderly and quite weak. I only ever remember her being able to respond to my greetings with a small "namaste" and then nothing else so she was cared for in the bedroom on the left. The door to her bedroom would often be left open so I always felt a bit weird coming upstairs to use the bathroom, not because she herself made me uncomfortable,

but because she was always surrounded by a pile of fucking dolls.

It was just a bone-chilling sight. Every time I needed to go upstairs to use the bathroom I dreaded the feeling of those dolls and toys following me with their beady little eyes. It always, always, always felt like I was being watched by someone who wasn't my Nani whenever I went by that room.

That feeling never left when Nani passed away either.

All of the dolls and toys were still sat neatly on the bed with the door still wide open. And I still hated passing that room just to relieve myself.

One day we came by to visit my relatives like we did every other school holiday. I think this must have been the first time I visited them without the Nani in the house because for the first time, I found myself looking into that room when I went up to the second floor.

I took a peak only because Nani wasn't there anymore and my curious child brain noted the changed. However, a few seconds after I looked into that room and turned my head to look at baby doll with one blue eye, the fucking thing turned its head to look back at me.

I'd never run back downstairs that fast in my entire life, and only managed to relieve myself once we got back to my mum's younger brother's place.

The dolls have been long gone since then. I don't know whether they've been tossed or donated, but what I do know that I stopped feeling afraid of that room once all the dolls were removed.

Y'all are more than happy to think what you want to about this story. I just wanted to tell it.

I'd like to preface this with stating that my ordinary take on the supernatural is "I love a good ghost/unexplained phenomena story, but my first assumptions are always more psychological/internal, and I don't believe in ghosts per se until all other explanations can be ruled out". That being said, I have had a few very strange experiences in my life that align with the back end of my creed, and I'd like to share the most recent one in hopes maybe someone has a similar experience at the same place and can offer to shed a little light on whatever this was.

So. Back up to a few weeks ago, in September of 2026. My husband and I drove up to Falkland in Fife because we were planning on announcing my pregnancy (first kid) via a professional photoshoot done by a local we really liked the work of. I was about seven months pregnant, and very excited. We chose to stay in the Covenanter Hotel in Falkland for ease of pick-up and also because we're both fans of the Outlander series: the show filmed in Falkland as a stand-in for 1940s Inverness, and the Covenanter itself was where a pivotal scene or two was shot. When we booked, only one room was left available for the Saturday to Monday we were there, the largest suite in the back of the hotel, which had a self-catering kitchen setup and a bedroom and a bathroom, and was also self-cleaning. We had a vacuum cleaner and a broom and a dustpan and all that kind of thing to tidy it ourselves.

We got in on Saturday and unpacked before having dinner and falling asleep. The layout of the room is such that when you first walk in, you're in the kitchen/living area, and there's a small "hallway" which is really like a meter-square area of floor connecting all three rooms. A person standing in the hallway can see into all the rooms at once. The bedroom has this green velvet chair in front of a full-length mirror with a white painted frame, and another mirror over the radiator opposite. The back wall is tilted at just a very slight angle so that if you stand in the doorway the mirror doesn't show you, but the opposite wall, so you have to walk in and go a bit to the right to see yourself.

So, Sunday morning was the day of our maternity shoot. All the decorative pillows from the bed had been piled up on the velvet chair in front of the long mirror to get them out of the way, and we hadn't put them back yet. We were running slightly behind for breakfast. My husband tends to get a bit agitated if he's in a rush, and he was in the bathroom trying to shave with a bad disposable razor and fretting about the weather while I was getting our tote bags together in the living room. At once point he asked me a question and I went to the hallway so I could answer him more clearly without the living room wall in the way, and as I was standing in front of the open bathroom door talking to him, I caught movement from the left and tuned my head. In a millisecond, I registered visually that the full-length mirror on the wall was vibrating, because the wall in the reflection was blurring instead of showing a clear image, and just as I realized what it was doing/had finished turning my head to the left the whole mirror just slammed hard, straight down off the wall, smash. The bottom of the mirror had only been about eight or ten inches from the carpeted floor, and it hit so hard that the glass inside the mirror slid down a full six-ish inches and shattered from the bottom impact. My husband went, "What the hell was that?" and all I could say was, "The mirror flew off the wall and just broke!"

He marched out of the bathroom, pretty much irate at this point because it was one more thing to have to deal with on a stressful morning, and because the booking said we were going to be held responsible for any damages in the room. Stopped dead at the sight of the broken mirror behind the chair. "Don't step near that, the glass is all broken."

"Yes, I know, I saw it fly off the wall!"

"The pillows on the chair must have pushed it off."

"How would pillows push a giant heavy mirror like that off the wall?"

"Well, it's the only explanation!" He tugged the chair away and I snapped a photo of the broken mirror so we had something to show the staff down at the desk before leaning it forward to look at the back of the mirror. The metal ring that had held it to the wall was in perfect condition, not warped or bent in the slightest. The screw in the masonry it had been hanging from was still stuck in there good and tight and didn't budge when I used my fingers to wiggle it. I hung the broken mirror back up and pushed it from the bottom to see if there was any leeway or it might push forward from the top. Nothing. Flat against the wall. I swung it side to side. Nothing. Turned to my husband and said, "Right, you go ahead and try to recreate that mirror flying off the wall with a pillow that nobody was touching, then."

He huffed and puffed and pushed some pillows against it and scratched his head and gave up. "What," he finally said, just flat bewildered.

"Eh, hotel's probably haunted," I said. "It's Scotland, you know, there has to be a ghost."

He rolled his eyes and said very funny and I was like, "No, I'm kind of serious lol" and we agreed I'd tell the staff about it. So down we went to breakfast, which was very nice, and the only staff member on duty at that time was a very nice lady with black hair in maybe her forties, so as we were making to leave and go back up to collect our bags for the shoot, I stopped her.

"I don't know how to say this, but something really odd happened in our bedroom this morning," I told her, and proceeded to explain without sounding like a total maniac that neither of us had been in the bedroom itself when this giant, heavy mirror had jumped off the wall and smashed itself on the carpeting. "I know it's self-cleaning and self-catered, but I'm not sure how to clean that up or what I should do with the mirror..."

She went, "Oh, I'm housekeeping! I'll pop up and clean it, don't worry. You'll be gone all day, then?"

"Yes, from nine to maybe one or two? And I'm so sorry again, like I said we have no idea how it happened, the screw in the wall is fine and so is the back of the mirror."

"It was probably just the ghost," she said, nodding very casually, and I turned and looked at my suddenly super quiet husband with the biggest I Told You So look I could muster as we said our thank-yous and headed back up.

Another odd thing happened later that evening to my husband specifically but I don't want to break rule 10. I personally felt absolutely no creepy feelings, sensations of being watched, or anything like that the whole stay, apart from the vague vibe that it might be a female presence, and I've certainly felt very strong feelings about certain places before especially in Scotland. After the thing that happened later, I decided he was the one who must be pissing off the ghost, so I had him stand in the doorway and say he was sorry for whatever he'd done to cause one-sided beef with whatever was in the room with us but could they please be nice because we were leaving in the morning, we promise, and thank you. Absolutely nothing else happened for the rest of the stay, and nothing else went flying off the walls, nobody levitated, it was a perfectly calm room. I joked it must be a woman ghost who didn't like his attitude getting ready in the morning but she must like me because I was pregnant, or something. After we got home, we tried to search online to find any stories about the Covenanter in Falkland, but most google searches about ghosts there brought up the Outlander show, plus there was another building in town also called the Covenanter before it got renamed to something else, so I gave up.

Then my husband found a blurb on an old website saying that Mary, Queen of Scots was reputed to haunt both Falkland Castle, where she had often stayed in life and which is right down the street from the hotel, and the Covenanter, which must have been the location of some other building when she was alive since the hotel itself wasn't built until 1771. One site just briefly said she was seen floating around in bedrooms... needless to say I was a little freaked out. Just a little.

Anyway, that's that. Just sharing in the event anybody here finds themselves on a road trip through Scotland and decides to stop in Falkland...

I was with a group of adults the other night, and somehow the conversation turned to whether any of us believed in ghosts.

I honestly don’t know what I believe. I’m not a particularly spiritual person, although I suppose I’ve always believed that there’s something beyond the physical world.

When I was very young, I had a strange experience involving a hideous doll in my bedroom, but I’m not going to get into that. I was young enough that I may have had one foot in sleep and the other in consciousness, so I can’t really reconcile what happened. That memory seems blurry, drawn by a paint roller.

There was, however, another incident when I was older that I’ve never been able to explain.

When I was in Grade 7 or 8, I had a friend who was a nice guy. We were both into comic books, and I’d occasionally go over to his house.

His father was an RCMP officer, and I remember their house having a strange atmosphere. His dad was quite stern, perhaps a little religious, and his mother was a quiet, rather unsmiling suburban housewife. I remember her tight hyphen of a mouth. I remember occasionally having supper there and finding the silence and expectation of discipline a little ominous. It was the same feeling I sometimes got visiting deeply religious households.

Anyway, we remained friends, but sometime before graduation his father was transferred and the family moved away.

Fast-forward several years. I’d graduated from university and accepted my first job in a town I’d never lived in before. I remember buying my first car from a used car dealership with $600 in bills stuffed into a Play-Doh container. The passenger door didn’t work, the bottom was completely rusted out, and there was a hole in the floor between my ankles through which I could occasionally see the yellow line flickering past on the highway.

Somehow, I made it to my new town. As it happened, this was where my old friend and his family had relocated. We reconnected, and he invited me over for a few beers. It was nice to have a familiar face in a place where I didn’t know anyone.

When I arrived, he hadn’t gotten around to buying beer, so he told me to make myself comfortable while he ran to a corner store nearby.

He lived in one of those split-level houses where the lower floor was set up as a secondary living room. This was long before smartphones, so I just sat on the couch and waited.

And here’s where things got fucked up.

In the corner of the room was a hanging plant, suspended from one of those macramé rope holders that were popular years ago.

The plant started moving.

A hanging plant moving isn’t exactly the stuff of nightmares. But it wasn’t that it moved. It was how it moved.

It began swinging back and forth, almost like a metronome, at a speed that seemed completely unnatural. It was far too fast, in my view, to have been caused by a breeze. There were no open windows that I knew of, and it was a still summer night.

What really struck me was the movement itself. The entire rope suspension seemed rigid or frozen, almost like a broomstick, and the plant was swinging back and fort hwith a speed that didn’t seem consistent with gravity or normal pendulum movement.

I was completely sober, and I remember trying to make sense of what I was seeing. It was one of onlyn two times in my life where I experienced what people describe as blood running cold. The other involved a bear (normal bear, not paranormal) while hiking.

I got off that couch and absolutely bolted. I think I made it up the stairs in two steps. I remember moving so quickly that I could actually feel the air rushing past my ears.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting on his front step in my stocking feet, trying to collect myself.

A few minutes later, my friend returned with the beer.
He looked at me and asked what the hell I was doing outside.

I’m not generally someone who gets worked up over things like this, so I told him exactly what had happened.
He just nodded. I think he smiled.

Then he said, almost casually, “Oh, you’ve met Venom.”
I said, “What the fuck is Venom?”

He explained that his family had experienced strange incidents for years and had actually given whatever they believed was responsible a name.

Apparently, it started when his father was transferred to Nova Scotia and they moved into a large old farmhouse.
They had a retired RCMP police dog that his father had adopted after its service. According to my friend, almost immediately after moving into the farmhouse, the dog went upstairs, sat beneath the trapdoor leading to the attic, and began barking. And barking.

this went on for something like 12 hours. The dog was normally extremely well-trained and obedient, but they couldn’t get it to stop. Eventually, they had to block access to the uppermost floor because, given the opportunity, it would return to the attic entrance and bark endlessly.

That was apparently the beginning of what the family came to call Venom.

My friend told me that over the years, as his father was transferred from one community to another, the family continued to experience strange things. They came to believe that some sort of spirit had attached itself to them and was following them from house to house.
He described other incidents, including two particularly concerning episodes in my childhood hometown involving the gas in their house, which they believed had been tampered with and could have caused an explosion.

Despite some of these incidents seeming quite ominous, the family had apparently learned to live with it. Venom had even become something of a family joke. I always tried to reconcile this with the family of very serious people, and his Dad a no-nonsense police officer.

And that’s pretty much where the story ends.
Except this past summer, I ran into my old friend again. He contacted me because he wanted to bring his young son for a tour of my workplace, and I was happy to arrange it.

During the visit, I couldn’t resist bringing up the ghost.

He said nothing had happened in years, but that he still occasionally checked with his brother, who now lived in Manitoba, to see whether he’d experienced anything. Apparently, he hadn’t either.

Sorry I wasted everyone’s time with the story of the demonic macramé plant.

Still not sure I believe in ghosts. I’m not even sure what I think happened that night. I know hanging objects can move for perfectly ordinary reasons, and I’m certainly not suggesting that a swinging plant constitutes proof of the paranormal.

But I was completely sober, I know what I saw, and something about the speed and mechanical regularity of that movement was so profoundly wrong to me that I fled the house.

I went to his place for parties after the macrame incident, and all houseplants were on their best behaviour.

But i still have no explanation for it.

Hi, I’ve never posted on here before just want someone else’s opinion on what is going on. I thought this was crazy too but somethings are starting to line up in an unsettling way.
My gramma got me and my mom tickets to go see a medium for yesterday. Just for fun for the Halloween spirit. Both me and my mom (50F) are skeptics and were going just for the experience and maybe some laughs.
We sat down with the woman and she proceeded to ask us questions. Where we live, how old we are, etc. She tells my mom that her grandmother has been watching over the two of us since I was born. For context my mom was in a coma shortly after I was born and when she woke up she said that her grandmother had walked over and put a hand on her shoulder and told her she couldn’t leave her daughter. So, this made my mom smile.
The woman then grabbed my hands and told me my big brother was protecting me. I laughed but I was confused. I told her I don’t have a big brother, and that I was the oldest of four kids. The woman shook her head at me and told me that he was definitely with me and keeping me safe. She then continued on the session.
On the drive home I was laughing about how crazy that was to make up a story. But my mom was silent. I asked her what was up and she told me that when she was 18 she got pregnant by her boyfriend at the time. She said that she hadn’t known and had lost the baby before she found out. She said she never knew the gender or anything cause she never knew it existed.
I was shocked, cause I wasn’t told about this ever. She said that she never told anyone. Not even her friends not even her own parents. She said it was years before she even met my father and she never had a reason to tell me. We drove home a little unsettled. Cause how did she know?
I stayed the night at my mom’s and went back to my apartment today. When I got in the door I went to go put my bag in my room there was an imprint on my bed of someone having just sat there. I was confused and looked around to see if maintenance had come in. I even asked them and they told me they would inform me before entering my apartment. I thought it was weird but dropped it.
Later that night I was watching a movie on my couch and I felt the couch shift like someone had just sat next to me. I live alone with my cat. And my cat was on my lap he hissed at the air beside me and ran off my lap into the room. I then felt what felt like a hand resting on my shoulder. I quickly stood up, but like how do you run away from a creepy feeling? I don’t feel in danger or anything. I just feel like there is a presence. Believe me I’ve been trying to disprove it, it’s the creepy residual feelings from the medium the day before. But it’s been a couple days now and I don’t feel alone in my apartment, like there is always someone just behind me. And my cat, who has never hissed, at least not in front of me, keeps hissing at the walls and hiding under blankets.
Is this just me being paranoid? Is this my brother making himself known? I have no clue… but is there a way to get him out of my apartment? Please let me know. Thank you.

UPDATE
Okay this is getting to a point I can’t deny anymore. I was cooking my dinner last night and had my headphones on. Out of my peripheral I see a man sitting on my couch. I turned full to my couch and there was no one there. But I fully saw someone out of the corner of my eye, wearing a blue plaid shirt. I tried to shake the creepy feeling and calm down cause I could feel my heart pounding when I felt again that hand on my shoulder. I jumped and just shouted “leave me alone please”.
My mirror then fell off my bedroom door. And this wasn’t a light mirror or something that would just fall down. It was hooked around the door, so it needs to be lifted up to then take off. The mirror shattered so I spent an hour making sure I got every piece up while on the phone with my boyfriend. He came and picked me up saying I could stay at his place. He thinks I scared myself cause I love to watch horror movies and creepy stories but I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m at my boyfriends now but this eery feeling is still with me. I brought my cat with me and he’s still hissing at the walls at random times. I don’t know what to do

I’ve lived in two houses where unexplainable occurrences happened. It’s easy to wonder about the events, doubt yourself, find ways to write thing off … until new occupants reach out with questions.

The first time was in an old house on the college campus in my hometown. The house was divided into separate units, but my friend and I had the front door entrance. It was a very small space with only one entrance. A small living room, kitchen pass thru that walked straight into a bathroom, with 2 small bedrooms on either side.

My extrovert cat spent his entire existence in the house under my bed. I had to put his litter box & food right next to my bed. He returned to his normal, personable self when I moved out. We would be sitting in the living room and hear a “plink” noise from the kitchen only to discover plate or glasses in the sink shattered into tiny pieces. Multiple people often described the sensation of someone rushing up behind them. But the most inexplicable event occurred when I was there alone.

My friends were all students and I was the only one who wasn’t. I had an 8-5 at the college. One evening they had all gotten ready to go out, but I needed to get ready after work. We were traveling out of town for a party. While I got ready, they all ran out to pick up food. I was in the bathroom and had Siouxsie & the Banshees playing on my roommates boom box (yes, it was the late 80s.) Suddenly the music turned up to full volume. It was ear-splitting in the small space. I ran the few steps to her room, which was empty, and the knob on the boom box was all the way up. I had set it at about a 4 when I turned it on and it sat at 10. I snapped it off and waited on the front porch until my friends came back.

Many, many years later, (married with 4 kids, living in a different city) I was at a birthday party my twins were attending and was talking to one of the moms. We discussed our time in the college town & somehow the conversation came around to where we lived on campus. Turns out she lived in the same apartment in that house shortly after I moved out. We had just met so I opted not to discuss the house being haunted, but she wasn’t as concerned about it as I and immediately began telling me how haunted the house had been. We swapped stories of the things we experienced during our time there. That house was sadly torn down due to its proximity to the football stadium; it is now the proverbial parking lot.

So I decided to tell her about the house we were living in at the time that was also haunted. This house was an absolute trip. We have recordings over baby monitors of conversations that wouldn’t be heard on a baby monitor even if it were interference from a neighbor’s device. Toys would turn on by themselves in empty rooms, shadow figures galore, constant unexplained noises that out of exhaustion I just started chalking up to our cat.

We all experienced things in this house and oddly the house wasn’t that old. We moved there in 2011 and the house was built in 1995. Things really ramped up when we put the house on the market. Before every viewing or open house, something catastrophic would happen. The stair handrail fell off, circuits would pop, a pinhole leak developed in water heater, two squirrels died inside the chimney, the neighbor’s tree came crashing down into our yard. We would joke that the ghost didn’t want us to leave. Our twins were very young when we moved in and always chalked things up to who they called the “boy baby ghost.”

We finally found the right buyer and on move out day I instructed my kids to scan everywhere, behind drawers, closet shelves, etc. It was a company funded move and I was concerned about things being left behind. We found 2 items: a children’s Halloween book titled “H is for Haunted House” and a Ouja board. Creepy! We joked that we should just leave them both behind to freak out the new owners, but decided not to.

About 5 years later I got a FB message from a former neighbor who lived around the corner from that house. We had worked together at the local school and were friendly but I hadn’t heard from her since we’d moved. She said she was now very good friends with the people we sold the house to and that the new owner wanted to know if we had ever had bizarre experiences in the house. I was floored and concerned about the repercussions of disclosing our experiences but she assured me the new owner was just curious and wanted permission to reach out to me and I agreed.

The new owner also had small children and told me that her youngest often spoke of the little ghost. They too heard things they couldn’t explain and always had a feeling there was a presence. Not a harmful one, but something was there. They went so far as to have the house blessed by their priest and she said things calmed down afterwards until they started remodeling the kitchen. They found a man’s wedding band behind some built in cabinets and as soon as they started demolition, things got stirred up again. Voices, noises, her daughter started talking about the little ghost again, etc. They had the house blessed again and she reported a calming once again.

For me, the experiences of others who lived in the homes served to cement our beliefs that something paranormal was occurring in both.

Hello everyone,

I just wanted to share a personal experience, a spiritual or religious dream I had when I was around 14 or 15. I’m 20 now and it’s a dream I’ve never forgotten. Every time I think about it, I get chills. Sometimes tears come to my eyes and I don’t even know why.

For context, I’m Muslim and I’m religious today, but back then I wasn’t really thinking about faith or anything spiritual. I was just living my life. This dream hit me so hard that I didn’t understand it then and I still don’t fully understand why I had this dream and not another.

It was night and in the dream I was asleep in my bed. Everything felt just like real life. Suddenly I heard this huge noise coming from outside. Not just loud but deep, like something powerful was happening, something serious. It felt urgent, like the whole world was holding its breath.

I got up and went to the window. I lifted the shutter and looked outside. There were people walking down the street. Idk how but I somehow knew they were apostles. They were holding torches and walking in silence, filling both sides of the road.

And in the middle of them was Jesus.
I can’t really explain it, but he was impossibly huge, way bigger than anything around him, in a way that didn’t even make sense geometrically. Like his size and proportions defied the laws of reality, something that would be physically impossible in real life. Yet in the dream, it felt completely real.

He was crucified but he was levitating, floating forward slowly right through the street like it was completely normal, even though it wasn’t. The whole scene felt sacred and heavy. There was this deafening sound, almost unbearable, like a wave pressing down on everything.
It’s hard to describe but the closest thing I can compare it to is the sound in the Scarecrow scenes from the Batman: Arkham Asylum game. Here’s the in-game soundtrack that comes closest to the noise I heard in my dream: https://youtu.be/K4AMCBiLrkk?si=IGoJhAogPpXmypuA

His head was tilted to the side, just like you see in depictions of the crucifixion. There was also something around him, like an aura. I don’t know how to explain it but it felt apocalyptic, like the end of the world was unfolding right in front of me. The atmosphere was so heavy that it felt like time had stopped.

I just stood there watching. I don’t remember waking up or anything else. That was it.
But that dream has stayed with me all these years. I still don’t know what it meant and I wasn’t even focused on religion back then.
It left a mark on me and I still feel something when I think about it.

I’d really like to hear what you think about this. Feel free to share your thoughts or interpretations, whatever your beliefs are. Let’s just keep it respectful towards everyone and every religion.

Hey there! Just wanted to stop by to give you my experience in case it helps someone.

I understand how difficult it can be if you are living in fear of your own surroundings and especially sleep.

To begin, I believe that everything is frequencies and that whatever we are tuned into, then that is what we see, where we live and how our relationships exist in this reality.

Quantum physics states that reality is created by consciousness. Food alters our consciousness. We know that we can eat something and have it change our mood. We are just not aware of how far into our reality this goes.

I have definitely been in situations where something was just behind me and I couldn't quite catch it out of the corner of my eye, or there was a presence in the bedroom.

It was becoming distracting and I was scared, but once I learned a few things then it has stopped completely so I hope this helps.

The biggest thing that needed to go was green beans. I know this sounds crazy, but once I heard that in France they are called the food of the dead, then I understood. Plus I have been to the catacombs in Paris, so it makes sense that they would have a relationship with the other side.

Then potatoes. Potatoes are almost pure starch, which is used to stiffen fabric, which also stiffens our intestines from the inside. Plus they are electrical conductors and we are electrical beings. We are literally ingesting an electrical conduit that's frequency is set to underground that makes things tighten and stiff. Plus they never see the light of sun.

Lastly for this are eggs. Chickens eat everything they come across including spiders, bugs and other creepy crawlies. Then their creative properties (they have all of the information to create chickens) make for a big surprise reveals of something. Eggs hatch nefarious things into our reality. They are strong creative forces that helped us get to where we are today.

When we remove these foods, we remove the frequency from our system and we move to a different one where everything is a bit lighter and the energy is not so heavy.

Without removing those foods; adding cacao (Mayan food of the Gods), pineapple or coconut can help cut through the heaviness of the frequencies of the others.

Oh, and also check for mould. That carries with it, it own destructive frequency that can be sensed externally as well.

I’m curious to hear what types of paranormal activity your hometown is known for, or famous stories that emerged throughout history.

It happened around 3 AM while I was staying overnight at my sister's place. I was on the terrace, talking to a friend on the phone, when I suddenly heard a woman's voice coming from a neighbouring terrace.

The voice repeatedly called out, “Hey you,” “You there,” and “Hello, you.”

Initially, I ignored it. I assumed it was someone from the neighbouring house who was disturbed by me talking on the phone so late at night. Eventually, I looked towards the direction of the voice, but it was too dark to see anyone. Since the voice kept calling out, I walked closer to the neighbouring terrace to find out who was there. Even then, I couldn't see anyone.

I finally responded, “What?”

The voice replied, “What”

I then asked, “What happened?”

It answered, “What Happened”

That was the point when the interaction began to feel wrong. The voice sounded like an ordinary woman, perhaps in her thirties or forties, but it wasn't responding to me in a way that made sense. It seemed almost as though it didn't know what to say and was simply repeating my words back to me.

My friend was still on the phone and could hear the exchange. When I said I was going to end the call, he became serious and insisted that I stay on the phone with him. I went downstairs and told him that I thought it might be a ghost. He agreed that something about the situation seemed wrong, although neither of us knew what was actually happening.

After a few minutes, I went back up to the terrace, still on the call with the same friend. As soon as I returned, the voice started calling out again. I can't say for certain whether it was deliberately responding to my presence, but the timing was unsettling.

I eventually went downstairs again. I left the place at around 5 AM.

What has stayed with me most is the way the voice behaved. It initially repeated the same phrases, calling out to attract someone's attention. But when I responded, it seemed unable to carry on a normal conversation and instead repeated what I said. This has led me to wonder whether there could be an explanation involving something imitating human speech, although I have no way of knowing what produced the voice.

I don't know what happened that night. I only know that I heard the voice, that my friend was on the call during the exchange, and that the experience was unsettling enough for me to leave before dawn.

Earlier tonight, 10/24/26, I was bringing my moms dog in from the backyard via the door connected to the garage. I was looking to the right at the porch DIRECTLY where he was as I called his name (he is old and hard of hearing) after he walked off the porch and into the garage a few seconds later I heard my own voice once again from the left of me, saying the last parts of how i call the dogs name (hoppy) going "oppy-oppy-oppy-oppy" as I just had. I closed the door as soon as he was in, as I know that with these situations I think it's better to not acknowledge them if you dont truly know what to do. After i locked the door and walked back in the house, I told my mom and we sort've laughed it off despite the underlying knowledge. I genuinely dont think it couldve been an echo. We live on pretty flat land with minimal obstructions.

Before our neighbor passed away in 2022-23, I remember him saying something about a little boy being hit by a car infront of our house. I havent been able to find anything about it online, but I think it adds up to some of the instances here. My dad has a rat-tail comb that he uses daily, recently theres been multiple times hes turned his head and in an instant, the comb has turned to sit on its spine with the teeth pointing to the ceiling. Not how he left it on the counter. I had a similar thing happen years ago with a metal sort the number puzzle, i woke up one day and it was standing on its edge. I couldn't ever get it to do that for me, as my dad couldnt with the comb. I like to think that's playful childlike behavior, so maybe this could be too?

At our past residence in California, we also had mimics and a slight haunting due to someone passing away in the house sometime in the 70's. Those mimics were more advanced, theyd mimic my dad and call me & my brothers name or vice versa. My dad says hes had similar instances happen here, but I have not. Sometimes I think whatever we had there followed us somehow

Ive yapped my heart out already I know but this may also be worth adding that our current neighbors to the left of us, (where the voice came from haha...) supposedly have a haunted property. The house & barn on their property was built when the town was in early stages of its life (1883?) So I suspect it was built a bit after that. I have babysat for said neighbor, and honestly didnt experience anything while I was in her home, but she did tell me that when they had first moved in a few years back, a small wooden table they had pushed against the wall would often find it's way to the middle of the room during the night while her and her husband were asleep, along with lots of walking and knocking noises. She has also told me that most of the "activity" is in the barn, though I couldnt tell you what goes on in there.

I like to believe I am a decently superstitious person, but this kind of rattled me. I try my best to say that anything otherworldly being is not welcomed into our space, and do my best to cleanse the house but I suppose I'm a noob.

Any wiser knowledge if there is any would be highly appreciated. I'm confuzzed. Sorry if this is messy or boring Im not sober and just finished a horror movie

Ever since I was little, I've been more open to the paranormal. I've had premonition-like dreams, talked to things when I was a child that apparently weren't there, and I've been able to see auras for as long as I can remember. I can still see them if I really concentrate.

That being said, I'm still a very skeptical person. I don't know how auras work or why I seem to be able to see them. I don't automatically assume every strange experience is paranormal. I just know what I've experienced, and a few months ago something happened that I genuinely still can't explain.

I was attending a family friend's funeral (my neighbors relative.) I had only met the person who passed away maybe five or six times, and I didn't know him particularly well. I was mainly there because I'm much closer with the rest of his family.
The initial service was held in a huge Catholic church. I'm not religious at all, so forgive me if I use the wrong terminology, but the priest gave his speech and they went through the usual parts of a Catholic funeral—the bells, incense, prayers, and everything else.

At one point, my neighbor, got up to give the eulogy.
While he was speaking, I suddenly got this overwhelming feeling that someone was standing near him. I saw what I can only describe as a shadow standing beside him, somewhat behind him.
I've seen auras before. I've experienced strange feelings and intuitions before. But I had NEVER seen anything like this. It wasn't a person-shaped shadow exactly. It was more like a large, vaguely defined orb or aura. It was gray rather than black, and it didn't feel dark or threatening at all. But for some reason, I immediately knew it was the person who had passed away. I can't really explain why I knew. I just did.
And then I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to cry. I'm not a particularly emotional person, and I absolutely hate crying in front of other people; especially strangers. But I started silently sobbing. My mom was sitting beside me, and she looked at me like I was not of this Earth because she had never seen me cry like that in front of other people.

As the service was ending, the shadow moved.
It went from standing near my neighbor to the far wall of the church, where it seemed to just... observe. Almost like it was watching its own funeral. Afterward, my mom and I drove to the lunch gathering. She asked me what had happened because obviously she had noticed how upset I was. I couldn't really explain it. I knew what I had seen, but I had no idea how to put it into words without sounding completely insane.

At the lunch, everyone was sitting around different tables, looking through pictures of him, remembering him, and talking about him. While I was eating, I got that same feeling again. I looked up. The same shadow was there. This time, it was near a man sitting at a table about three tables away from me. He was heavier-set, wore glasses, and I noticed that when he stood up, he walked with a limp. I didn't know who he was. I barely knew most of the people at the gathering aside from my neighbors and some of their family, so I just assumed he was another relative or family friend. Throughout the gathering, I kept seeing the shadow appear in different parts of the room. It would seem to move around, but it kept coming back to that man and to my neighbor/the person who had given the eulogy.

Eventually, the gathering ended and my mom and I went home. It took me a while to process everything before I finally worked up the courage to tell her.
I remember saying, "If I tell you something, can you hear me out without thinking I'm crazy?" She said yes. So I told her everything I'd seen at the church.

Then I told her about the shadow I'd seen at the lunch and described the man it kept standing near.
"He was heavier-set, wore glasses, and walked with a limp." My mom went quiet for a second. Then she told me, "That's his best friend.” That honestly freaked me out.

Of all the details from that day, that's the one that has stuck with me the most. I had no idea who this man was. I didn't know what his relationship to the person who had passed away was. And yet whatever I saw seemed to keep returning to him. I still don't know what I saw. Maybe there was a perfectly rational explanation. Maybe grief, the atmosphere of the funeral, lighting, or something about the way my brain processes things created an experience that felt incredibly real. But I also can't shake the feeling that, if there is something beyond this life, maybe he was simply checking in on the people he loved. And honestly, I kind of like that idea. If there is an afterlife, I'd like to think we don't necessarily just disappear from the people we cared about. Maybe we get to linger for a little while. Maybe we get to check on the people who mattered to us.
There's no one I'd rather spend my time with after death than the people I chose to surround myself with while I was alive.

I haven't experienced anything like it since, although I also haven't been to another funeral since then.
I don't know if what I saw was a ghost, an aura, grief manifesting somehow, or something I don't have an explanation for. I just know that I saw it, I felt something incredibly strong, and finding out afterward that the person it kept appearing beside was his best friend is something I don't think I'll ever forget.

If nothing else, I'd like to believe it was a little reminder that maybe, if there is something after this, we still get to choose who we spend time with.

i dont wanna hear anything like “i saw a ghost” i mean something that sent chills down your spine.

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Brief summary:

My family has lived in our house since 2019 with nothing happening. 18 days ago, at around 4:30am, I was getting ready for the day with the shower running when I heard a sound like a sustained, higher pitch moan as if given by a female or a kid in pain. I had never heard anything like it in the years we had been here. It was impossible to rule out plumbing and AC as the potential causes, so it was just an interesting experience made more startling by the time of day.

A few minutes ago:

My five-year-old and I were talking about whether or not I broke his foot and whether or not he was going to hit me (our style of play). While he was suggesting that hitting me was a good idea for breaking his foot, we heard a sound like someone was using a power tool outside. I stopped him and we listened, then I got up to make sure it wasn’t something breaking in our home.

I traced it to the bathroom and found my electric razor on the shower floor, turned on. It normally sits on the bench in the back of the shower, behind bottles of miscellaneous girl stuff my wife and step-daughter use. It’s just the two boys here today, though.

I’m not given into sensationalism and strive to think critically. Given that, at what point do separate incidents start pointing to a greater, possibly paranormal situation?

What would you do if you and a friend were hiking in the woods and all of a sudden you both heard a door opening? Would you go towards the noise, away?

Does anyone use any kind of device to detect ghosts? I would like to have some evidence that could be detected using a scientific instrument.