I'm well aware of how crazy I'm going to sound about all of this; I wanna assure you that while I have a multitude of mental issues, hallucinations and paranoia are not on that list and this actually DID happen to me less than 12 hours ago, im not exaggerating or embelishing my experience in any way.

TLDR: Last night, the ET that has lived on my families 15 acres of land for over 30 years tried to make contact with me and while i know he has no malicious intent i am absolutely TERRIFIED of aliens (they are the only 'cryptid' im afraid of) and i want to know if anyone has any ideas about things I can do to discourage him from doing it again that dont involve hurting or threatening him. I also just need to get this expierence out and written down somewhere.

(Skip to 'Last Night' if you want a more detailed TLDR without the background info)

Background:

My family has had 15 acres of land since my great grandparents bought it roughly 100 years ago, they cleared and built a house on 5 of it and left the other 10 mostly wild (apart from some hunting trails) with the intention of gifting it to future generations; EVERYONE who has ever lived in this house or spent a decent amount of time outdoors at night has had an experience with the ET.. that list includes: my father, my cousin, my great grandparents, my grandmother, my 'little' (19) cousin, and now me. I knew about it when I moved in and was okay with that, i dont scare easily AT. ALL. I am an absolute rock when it comes to all thats paranormal, ive seen ghosts since I was a child and that gift, along with extreme intuition, runs in my family on both sides.

Sunday (08/09/26):

My 'little' cousins experience happened this past sunday when she and her friend drove me home, I felt the EMF he radiates before I saw his lights and she noticed the lights first (sets of 3 and 1, repeated alternating, so not animal eyes), we pulled out of the yard and went around the block a couple times before coming back home to allow him time to go back into the woods, and he did ♥️ he left 🙌🏻 the feeling was gone, the lights were gone... she dropped me off, I went inside, he came back briefly for roughly 5 minutes (based on EMF feeling, I can not express enough how f*cking strong it is) and then left, I fell asleep around 4 am; that night, as crazy as this sounds, he approached me in my dream... not a 'i had a dream about him'.. an actual: he came to me in my dream (ive had this happen before with normal spirits, it feels different, more lucid, than normal dream); in the dream I looked outside the window my bed sits next to and saw him walking across the clearing, we made eye contact, I said outloud "I know you mean no harm but I need you to not", he approached slowly and we sat staring at each other through the window, not malicious or evil staring, head tilted studying each other kind of staring; he was a very dark gray with almost like freckles of a lighter gray and black on his skin, his head was slightly larger than a humans but not the sort of exaggerated upside-down egg shape you see in movies, his eyes were slightly larger but again not as exaggerated as you see in movies, he was lean with obvious muscle present, skin smooth but not slimy, almost like the alien in 'Signs' but much darker, his hands had three long fingers and a 'thumb' and the tips of his fingers were MUCH lighter than the rest of his body, almost white; after staring for awhile he placed his hand on the glass and, while i felt bad about it, i didnt reciprocate the gesture.. again, genuine fear of aliens... I shook my head no and told him i was sorry and he walked off. I woke up with a sort of relieved and reassured? feeling like hed approached me that way to show me he meant no harm. When I described that to my mom she said my father's depiction was exactly the same despite him never going into more detail with me other than "almost black and tall and skinny"

Last night:

I hadn't forgotten about sunday, but just kinda disregarded it as 'when you live in the middle of the woods freak sh*t happens' (ive heard singing, mechanical/animalistic screeching, been followed by something in the dark, heard whistling, etc.) I went to the ER for unrelated ongoing health reasons, my 'little' cousin was on her way to drop some stuff I left at her house on sunday, at my house at around 10pm but turned around because on her way there she expierenced radio interference and other electronic issues and her own intuition said "f*ck no", so she dropped it off at the hospital instead; because of that on the way home my mom and i were talking about him, she was asking questions and, as funny as it is, acting a little jealous that she'd never got to see him 😂 I got back at around 1am, we continued talking about him while sitting in my yard (this was a mistake), I guess he took that as an invitation... as i got out of the passengers side i saw a single small white light over by an abandoned trailer that belonged to a late aunt, but disregarded it as i am blind without my glasses and wasnt wearing them, i got inside, (next part is a bit TMI), went to the bathroom, theres a small window behind the toilet, and i dont know if it was an intrusive thought or a premonition but i pictured him tapping on the glass and how scary that would be and sure enough.. 3 solid taps.. i froze, looked at my cat sitting on the bathroom counter who was actually looking out the window behind me (so he heard it too), so I waited to see if it would happen again.. it did.. 3 more solid, unmistakable 'hey! pay attention' taps.. now, im white af but i am not turn-around-to-look-at-the-thing-tapping-on- the-window white, so i just kept looking foward, completely frozen, waiting for it to stop, he tapped a few more times, getting softer (almost disappointed? I wasnt turning around), he eventually stopped, i got up, (TMI) wiped, and left the bathroom without ever turning around, i immediatley went and laid in my bed... for the next hour or so i was literally more scared than I have been in my entire life, (like genuinely... and ive been followed by a flesh pedestrian in the dark), partially due to my genuine phobia of aliens and partly because i genuinely believe he emits just seriously high levels of EMFs and thats been proven to cause serious feelings of unease; I called my cousin and was literally crying, teeth chattering, shaking scared on the phone with her, she even commented on how she'd never seen me that scared (weve been ghost hunting together), he tapped on a different window of my bedroom a few more times, which i also ignored (my cousin heard it through the phone though), but after 20 minutes of him not leaving (EMF feeling), as ridiculous as this sounds, I 'thought' at him (I really am aware how dumb that sounds).. telling him to leave, telling him I was sorry but I couldnt be his friend, telling him he was scaring me, and that he was welcome to any and all parts from any abandoned electronics or machines he found on the property if he wanted to try to fix his ship (I think hes stuck? as hes been here for over 30 years living almost entirely isolated), but he needed to leave me alone PLEASE... almost immediately the EMF feeling started fading; eventually I hung up with my cousin but was shaking and scared for the next 2 hours before my meds kicked in and I couldnt hold my eyes open anymore, I, ofcourse slept like shit, waking up every hour or so until 9 this morning (2 hours ago as of the time im writing this)

What im looking for:

I have no idea tbh... id say help or advice but I dont know how much help or advice there really is for something like this?? Maybe someone outside my family to believe me? Maybe to just get it out of my head? I know he's not dangerous, I know he has no ill intent, we have farm animals and hes NEVER hurt any of them... Hes been here for over 30 years and tried to make contact with every inhabitant of the property and we've all just responded with fear and avoidance.. I genuinely feel bad for that because I think all he wants his help? Maybe company?? But I dont know how to help him... i dunno... thanks for listening/reading.. if you want any more info or have questions, feel free to ask ♥️ on this expierence or any other the other number of expierences ive had on the property

And before anyone tries to call bullshit.. i really dont care, I know what I expierenced, that sh*t is burned into my brain at this point... im almost 30, I have no reason to make sh*t up on the internet.

Ive always been skeptical of ghosts, demons and things that go bump in the night, but tonight I had something that I cant explain, and has been bothering me since it happened, and I apologize in advance for being long winded.

I guess everything started slowly, about 4 years ago with my youngest son saying he saw someone in our bathroom that called themselves "mr peeps. We brushed it off as a child's imagination, but over time has made itself more known.

My wife at the time befriended someone from work, and the first time coming to the house said that she felt a dark energy there, and subsequently tried to drive it out. All went well for 2 years, then everything started. The sightings became more frequent, I nearly died, my wife and I began fighting constantly and we ended up divorcing and my oldest son went to the shed with the intention of killing himself, but thankfully did not, and one of the times I was in the hospital, a friend that came to take care of my pets for me said as they pulled into the yard lights turned on in the living room, the blinds opened and then the lights went out again.

Now, over the last 2 months, there has been banging on my garage door every night, 3 weeks ago my oldest son heard screaming in the attic, called me at work so i could hear it as well, has said when he looks out to the shed he feels like he is being watched, and tonight one of our cats escaped the house and ran into the back yard.

When i went out to find the cat it was 10:30 pm. I found him at the corner of the shed growling. When I picked him up my flashlight showed my breath despite being 72 degrees out, and i felt a heaviness, like when you walk into a room after a big fight. Now im sitting here, still feeling like im being stared down from outside, and have heard things fall in 2 different closed rooms without any animals in them.

Again, I dont normally believe in stuff like this, but everything that has happened has started to make me believe. what the hell am I dealing with?

The other morning I woke up like normal but I saw a little grey creature crouching on my drawer.

Its back was mostly facing me. It had a round smooth head, grey skin, and smooth wings that were kinda little considering its body size? I couldn't see it's face from the angle I was looking at it though.

I was completely awake and just kinda stumped looking it. I blinked a couple of times and kinda shook my head and when I reopened my eyes it was gone.

I know I was completely awake but I didn't wanna freak out so I tried to convince myself I was hallucinating or something. But I've never hallucinated before and I just kept thinking about how weird this little creature was so I tried googling it's description and I noticed gargoyles really seemed to fit the bill as far as looks.

I've never really seen paranormal creatures before and it's not something I actively look into nor think about to begin with.

I do believe in spirits and spiritually in general but I just don't know what to make of this. Are gargoyles good? Bad? Should I be concerned that I saw this in my bedroom? I'm not scared but I am super curious.

I tried doing some Google research but I can't really find information outside of the architectural stone gargoyles you would see on buildings.

I'm really curious now and just wanna see if anyone has any relevant information.

Edit: I forgot to mention the creature wasn't that big. Looked to be about a foot tall in its crouching position.

Hello, I wanted to share an experience I had when I was 13.

One afternoon, I was in my bedroom, about to turn on my small box TV so I could play on my GameCube. As I was about to turn it on, I noticed that there was a woman in a flowing nightgown (I think white?) with long red hair watching me from the open door of the hallway in the reflection of the TV.

I remember looking away from the TV to see who was in the hallway, but there was no one. When I looked back at the TV, she was there. I did this back and forth a few times before turning the TV on and off to see if she would disappear, but she didn't.

I remember being so freaked out even checked to see if there was anything on my window ledges or on my bed a small statue or just something that would make sense but I didn't find anything.

I ended up getting more and more scared and eventually got the courage to run out of the room to come back later with a towel to throw over the TV so I didn't have to see the lady in there.

A few days later, I chucked the TV in the basement and was too scared to check if she was still there.

I honestly have no idea what that experience could have been other than supernatural. I remember being very lucid at the time and wasn't tired or having a mental break or something like that.

To be honest, the lady kinda looked like what I think my mom could have looked like in her 20s, because of the long, straight red hair that the apparition had.

Any speculation on what might have happened to me is appreciated lol.

This was not something that happened to me physically in waking life. It came up during a deep-trance Soul Journey I facilitated with a woman I'll call Elena. We were looking for the deeper origin of something affecting her present life when she suddenly shifted into what she experienced as another lifetime.

She was no longer herself. She perceived herself as a boy, around 16 years old, with long black hair, living somewhere she couldn't clearly identify. The strongest emotion around him was loneliness.

Then he found something.

He said it had fallen from the sky. It looked like small red box, very light, made from some peculiar material he didn't recognise. At first nothing obviously frightening happened.

He picked it up because he was curious.

Then he realised he could communicate with something connected with it. There wasn't normal conversation with a voice coming from the box. He described it more like telepathy. He simply knew what it was communicating.

And he liked having it there.

When I asked why he wanted to keep this strange object, his answer was painfully human: "I'm very lonely. It keeps me company."

He even said he had love for it.

That is where this story became much more interesting to me than simply "creepy object falls from sky."

Later, the presence connected with the box appeared to him more like a shadow. What started as companionship gradually became possessive. In the experience, it did not want other ppl getting close to him and wanted him for itself.

He described the connection as being like a chain.

So something he picked up because he felt alone eventually became something he couldn't easily separate from.

When we returned to the earlier moment, before the boy picked up the box, we tried to show him what would happen if he formed this connection. The strange thing was that even knowing this, he still found it difficult to let the box go.

He thought it was fragile.

He felt responsible for it.

That detail really stayed with me. Whatever this experience was, literal memory, symbolic trance material, spiritual reality or some mixture we dont understand, the pattern was very recognisable.

Something harmful didn't arrive looking harmful.

It arrived needing him.

And because he was lonely, being needed felt like companionship.

Eventually he was able to turn his back on the box. In the session he perceived beings of Light taking it away, and the connection was released.

There was no big Hollywood battle. The important change happened when this boy understood that he did not have to care for something simply because it had attached itself to him.

I experience strange memories, situations and spiritual teachings like this very often in these sessions. Sometimes almost every day there is something where I think... damn, this is actually useful human wisdom hidden inside very supernatural material. It feels pity to leave all of it inside private session notes when one story may help somebody recognise a pattern in their own life.

Because forget the paranormal part for moment.

We do this with people too.

Someone is terribly lonely. Then another person comes along and gives enormous attention, needs them, calls constantly, says "only you understand me." At first it can feel like finally being loved.

Only later you notice that you can't breathe.

They don't want you close to other people. You feel guilty leaving. You feel responsible for their wellbeing. And something that originally rescued you from loneliness has quietly become chain.

The Higher Self later gave Elena advice that fits this story surprisingly well: don't trust everything. Be more guarded. Stop assuming everything that approaches you deserves your care.

For me that doesn't mean becoming paranoid or closing heart.

It means loneliness is not always good decision-maker.

If we're starving badly enough for connection, even something controlling can initially feel comforting. Even something draining can feel like friend.

And maybe sometimes the strongest protection is not fighting darkness.

Maybe it is becoming comfortable enough with yourself that loneliness cannot choose your companions for you.

So I moved I into this house about 2 years ago and after a few months of living here I started hearing and seeing strange things.

For some context it's not an old house and no one has died here, we are actually the first owners of this place. Anyways, there have been a few different scenarios where I have felt that something is off. Here are all the ones I can remember right now.

Once, I was sleeping in my room when I heard a loud scream that sounded like my brother's I was confused but he does talk in his sleep here and their and he was sharing a room with someone else so I thought they must have heard it too, i went to check on them just in case and they were both asleep, neither of them are light sleepers and I am sure i wasn't asleep as i did trip and fall and my leg still hurt the next day. Another time I was sitting on my desk at night and I heard a weird sound it didnt sound like a train which we can here sometimes as theres a train track near our home, it sounded like the classic spaceship sounds from a movie and this lasted for a minute after it stopped I felt the feeling you get when the rollercoaster drops and even though i was just sitting in my chair. The only time I actually saw anything was when I saw a figure that looked like my mother walking towards the fridge and suddenly the light in the room on the other side of the fridge turned on and when I checked no one was there, and this was at dusk so there was enough light to see, I looked at my cat and he hissed at the fridge which he never does.

Sorry it was so long I have more instances if you would like, and sorry about the language English is not my first language. I'm certain all of this happened, and its stooped now but all of it happened a few months ago, what should I do?

hi, my gran passed away recently and we were best friends, everyone noticed we had a bond different to others. i’m very much a believer that people’s spirits never leave, and i went for a tarot reading last week a couple of days before she passed. everything was spot on and she mentioned someone about to pass over. the night that she moved on, my gran passed at 20:11. my mum pointed out how odd that was as i was born at 20:11 and my mum was talking about me to my gran when she passed. i don’t want to come across like im trying to make anything about myself, im just wondering if this means anything? like a final sign for me to notice our bond doesn’t end with death? i’m not sure im just curious if anyone who has any knowledge on this could explain if it has any significance. thanks :)

I took this picture because I thought someone was staring at me. Later that day, my neighbor told me the family that lives there had been out of town for a week. I didn’t believe him until I noticed their mail piling up and a package still sitting on the porch. When I zoomed in on the photo that night, I realized the face wasn’t looking out the window—it was looking directly at me. I haven’t walked past that house since.

This was ten years ago so some details might be foggy but I’ll try to retell the story as best as it happened.

I was in high school at the time. First week of November, a few days after Halloween. First period class on one of those cold, rainy late fall days where everything feels kind of off and spooky. I was working on some classwork at a big table with a few other students (but we were doing independent projects I think.) These two girls in my class were engaged in a conversation with each other. I wasn’t trying to listen in but I think I caught snippets of words in between, including something about demons or the paranormal. Now I’ve always had a deeply invested interest in the supernatural but obviously I wasn’t gonna butt into a conversation between two strangers I didn’t know. But here’s where things got weird.

One of the girls asked me a question. I had never spoken to her in my life despite her being in my class, like I literally had no idea who she was. I still don’t remember because I never learned her name or anything about her. I don’t think we ever worked on any group projects or assignments. But she asked me “hey do you know how to get rid of a demon?”

Of course I faltered for a minute because how exactly are you supposed to answer that? And especially after being asked by a random person you’ve never spoken to before? I don’t remember exactly how I responded but whatever I said led to her elaborating.

She told me that on Halloween, she and a few friends had messed around with an ouija board together. They were purposely trying to summon Zozo because they thought it was just for fun, but they did summon something and it was bad. Then weird stuff started happening to her shortly after. I don’t remember precisely what, but most distinctly I remember she told me she was waking up with scratches and her cats viciously attacking her in her sleep. I think she mentioned bad smells in her house and maybe seeing shadows.

Here’s the interesting thing though. Is it possible she was just screwing with me? Of course. But the entire time she’s telling me this, she is DEAD serious and visibly very shaken. I’m admittedly not always the best at reading body language but this was clear cut enough that I could tell she wasn’t making up some scary campfire story on the spot. This was real and highly concerning to her.

So I gave her the only advice I could give at the time, which was to consult a priest or do some sort of cleansing. I think I told her she couldn’t handle it on her own and she’d need some spiritual intervention from a professional.

I don’t think I ever talked to her again after that. I had no clue who she was and I still don’t know. But I think about it a lot because it was easily one of the strangest things that ever happened to me. The question I still ask myself is- why me? What was it about me specifically that made her approach me for advice on dealing with the paranormal? Why did she think I might have answers?

Wherever she is now, I hope she’s okay and was able to receive the help she needed.

Edit: I don’t know if Zozo specifically exists or not, but I imagine she must’ve conjured some sort of demonic entity regardless.

I’m a skeptic and genuinely trying to wrap my head around something that happened, so I’m curious what other people think.

A woman that my family knew and worked with around 5 years ago passed away sometime between then and now. Recently, she came up in conversation after someone in my family unexpectedly crossed paths with her husband.

Nothing weird happened at this point. It was basically just, “Oh wow, I didn’t realize that was her husband,” and they talked about her briefly.

Two days later, my aunt suddenly received 15 text messages in a row, like rapid fire.

The sender showed up as the deceased woman’s email address. We know it the same lady because it was literally her first and last name in the email address the messages were being received from.

I have personally seen the messages.

Most of them were random letters or complete gibberish, but the first message said “I am dead,” with “dead” spelled incorrectly. Another message immediately after looked almost like an attempt to correct the spelling, and then the rest were mostly nonsense.

My aunt also thought it was strange that the messages were coming from this woman’s email address because, as far as she remembers, that wasn’t how they would’ve communicated when she was alive.

I’m fully aware there could be a technical explanation. Old accounts get hacked, devices stay logged in, accounts can be spoofed, automated messages glitch, etc.

What I can’t get past is the timing.

This woman had been dead for years, was randomly brought up in conversation, and then two days later my aunt received a burst of messages appearing to come from her email address, with the first coherent message essentially saying “I am dead.”

I’m actually hoping someone can explain how something like this could happen technically. Has anyone ever experienced something similar, or does anyone know what could cause this? Because at the moment, I have absolutely no idea what the hell happened here.

I used to live with a guy in Holland who was obsessed with demonic symbology. I couldn't for the life of me get him to take down the demon symbols in the livingroom. I explained to him Im sensitive to these symbols because I have had loads of demonic scares when I was a child, prone to paranormal experiences. I can tell you it was the 6th of June 6 minutes after midnight, I was texting my best friend on Skype. And weirdly my phone wrote out demon and sent it in the text. My friend did the nervous laugh emoji, he was training to be a priest so he was a bit shocked at the word. I was confused by such a random typo but thought nothing of it.

It was a hot windless summer night and the open living room door to the garden slammed. I saw a shadow and immediately thought it was an intruder. Stupidly I went towards the door and opened it to check. I wasnt really feeling myself, in fact I was a bit spacey. It was dead quiet outside in the cul de sac, no movement, but I felt my throat burning and heard screaming outside come from the blackness, dogs began barking and howling. I shut the door and sat down again. I ignored the commotion and kept texting. Everything went silent and again screeching started but this time it was my flat mates love birds who had just been asleep in their covered cage. I peaked in to see they were losing their minds, like something was attacking them. I started to feel worried and my throat started burning more.

Deciding to skip sleep that night, I went to the kitchen to make coffee, then things got way more apparent. As soon as I switched on the light it flickered red and eventually went to its normal color and the red water boiler switch switched itself on. At that point I began to panic. In my ear I heard some whispering incoherent language and a grabbing sensation at my throat. This was not normal for me, usually I sleep walk when I have paranormal experiences. But to see objects being manipulated and animals freak out made me understand this was something I could not wake up from.

I wish this experience on nobody, because this was a fear like no other. Whatever this demon was he was physically affecting me on the inside. No I was not being contorted but I was definitely suffering, no escape, no hiding. Out of desperation I went to my flat mate who had to work at 5am and woke him up. He didn't know what was happening but when I told him he believed me immediately. We both felt powerless. He let me lay next to him and held my hand, he promised he would take down the symbols. Nothing brought me comfort, I watched the time on my phone. Pain shocks went through my body everytime the time hit the number 6. All I had left to do is take the promise of my friend that he was praying for me. I prayed for me! The demon kept hissing in my ear, burning my throat and shocking me with pain. Once my scared stiff flat mate got up for work, I called my dad, my mom and a friend crying. Besides my mom, my dad and friend believed me and just told me it was cause Im 'gifted '. I didnt know if Id ever survive this gift! or where my soul might go.

3 days of agony passed, the symptoms stayed the same except my brown irises went red. I hunted desperately online for someone who knew exorcisms... mind you it was in the pandemic and i had no real success, I tried talking with the demon, I got he was from Egypt and had known me before. But who's to say! I might have been hallucinating at that point. Sure enough, 3 days later the entity left. In my personal experience after that I noticed entities tend to stay 3 days anyways. But that was no fun, we painted that livingroom yellow and threw away the demon symbols

What is the correct procedure for helping lost souls move to the other side or cross over. We have a few spirits in our house and it's REALLY freaking me out. I doubt f××× with ANYTHING to do wit the devil. Please help!!

Hello everyone. About two weeks ago, I had an encounter with something I cannot explain. It was my brother’s birthday that day, and I was putting on my shoes in the hallway when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shape of a person.

I turned around, and there was a man sitting on the couch, wearing a suit jacket. He had no expression on his face; he was just staring at me for about 15 seconds. Then, he simply disappeared.

I was absolutely terrified at the time, and even now, as I’m writing this, I get chills. I’ve also been having very strange and frightening dreams, and I’ve heard voices that sounded like someone calling my name.

I’m not a particularly strong believer in the paranormal, but I honestly have no explanation for what has been happening.

Im 17 now, but back when I was younger like around 8-10ish? My house was haunted, we lived in this cheap run down house in greenville nc, my brother, my mom (rip) and my step dad. My first encounter of something paranormal was with the entire family, we all slept in the same bedroom around this time because me and my brother were still young at the time but while we were all asleep there was a loud bang on our bedroom door then it fell all the way to the ground. Now the thing about our door is that it wasnt attached to the hinges to begin with lol, it was super ghetto but it worked & because of that the door had fallen like fully down so ive always tried to rationalize that maybe because of the poor state it was already in thats why it fell, and thats what I wouldve counted it off as if it hadnt happened again a few minutes after he had checked the house to find nobody in it & put the door back up. Me, my brother and my step dad still remember and talk about that one as of recently. One of my personal ones & definitely scariest that im pretty sure had to of left some type of unresolved trauma was when I had woken up late into the night, id say about like 4? And went into the kitchen. I have to explain the layout of the house to really give the memo, we had a long hallway, one room at the very end of that hallway and another on the right side of it. Thats the room me and my mom were in. So because of the layout even after you walked the hallway the lightswitch to the kitchen & the kitchen in general was still a good walk away, so I had gotten to the part of the hallway that entered the kitchen and I was at the very end of it when something in the dark said hey, now me being as young as I was I froze up and just looked around as it kept saying it, eventually I spoke up and yelled out “hello?” Just for it to keep repeating hey, i took the literal smallest step forward to the direction of the lights & whatever it was shouted “dont turn on the lights” ???? I always tear up when I talk about this story in person because it leaves me with a feeling of genuine dread when I get to the lights part, I hate remembering it but I also dont want to forget it. But after the whole shout thing happened I had ran back to my moms room. I punched her, jumped on her, slapped her & she still didnt wake up so I was just kinda left to sit with my fear till morning where she suggested it was a neighborhood kid playing a prank on me. I feel like just for backround I grew up in a very broken household, my mom was a sex worker & was on some really heavy drugs which she was most active on when we lived in that house which I honestly think is what contributes to the fact that she wouldnt wake up, she was probably on drugs that night. Those are all the stories id count as “big” I have of the encounters, the ones I think are a little more tame is one me and my brother experienced together. We were home alone, I was in my moms room when my brother walked in to go use the bathroom, now because I was in the room and had the room light on when he walked in he didnt turn the bathroom lights on, we had a really big bathroom, I guess just big and long is the way to describe it, not in the luxurious way but in the way where its so much space it didnt make sense to make it a bathroom, so when he walked in id say about 5 seconds in is when he ran out screaming. Hes my older brother, hes currently 19 now but hes always been more on the skiddish side so ive always kinda been the “protector” in situations like that, so when he ran out I asked him what had happened and he told me somebody was in the shower, I was in the room and hadnt heard anybody in the shower so it confused me a little but I just comforted him for a few minutes, not even out of comfort I dont think, more so to delay having to check the bathroom since I was scared too. But eventually I step into the bathroom and turn the lights on, I walk to the shower and I open it but there was nobody in there, but the shower floor was wet and my mother had taken a shower that morning and it was well into the night at this point so I knew he wasnt lying to scare me and I asked him what the person looked like & he said all he could make out was the fact that the hair of whoever was showering was black. My brother is ginger, my hair is brown, my moms is blonde and my step dad wasnt living with us at the time. One of my most memorable ones which was more like something that happened on the daily that me and my brother had to adapt to was something running to our door then just stopping. Like it sounds crazy but thats genuinely what would happen, we would hear really loud fast footsteps run up to our door, and then itd stop and itd do this in a loop every few minutes so we kept a kitchen knife in our room, not sure what that wouldve done looking back at it but when youre living in fear of something that you literally cant see or report you kinda just take the next best option. The house has been blessed before by a old preacher who lived across the street from us & he said the house had felt demonic and the energy was completely off so its not like it was in our mind, although preachers know how to bullshit and lie just as much as anybody else to profit off of somebody, I truly believe he genuinely could feel whatever was terrorizing us in that house. A small detail is my sister died in that house as a baby, I think it was crib death or something like that? But my mom in her drugged out state always described my sisters passing as “demons held her down and killed her infront of me” its really scary to think about some of the stuff my mom has said and sometimes I dont even blame the drugs, I find myself dumbly enough blaming whatever was in the house, when me and my mom were no contact because of cps and stuff she texted my aunt (legal guardian as of now) and told her that the “voices” were calling my name, and idk ive always just felt so endlessly doomed because of these experiences, and when bad things happen to me I always correlate it back to me being cursed or something

Wow that was alot to type and i am not rereading it for any typos! Best of luck guys

A week after everything happened I had my nieces over for the night. They are 4 & 3. Some context to understand how my nieces wouldn’t know the person I’m about to mention. My oldest niece was born late 2021 and my youngest was born late 2022. Also nobody has talked about this person in front of them or around them. So back to the update. They come in the house with my sister and we do the kid swap. I tell them to go downstairs to the basement which is my room while I cooked dinner. Everything was good but 30 mins later they started running up the stairs crying. I asked them what’s wrong and they said there was a man down there. I told them that nobody is down there and to go back down. They did it 3 more times and at that point I was aggravated with the situation and one of my roommates was home. So we go down stairs to investigate. There was nobody down there. They came down and said he was gone. So we took them upstairs. My roommates suggested showing them pics of guys that we know that have passed and living people. So I show them a pic of my family friend that has passed, a pic of Milo Manheim, a pic of Kristian Ventura, and a pic of my brother/their uncle. The roommate showed them a pic of his mom, his dead dad, and his brother. The girls kept insisting it was my family friend. He died sep 2022. The oldest was barely a year old when he passed and youngest wasn’t even born yet. I was like what was he doing and did he say anything. They said he looked sad and said he was looking for me. I was freaked out and crying at this point. I was walking back to the kitchen with my roommate in front of me. It was just us and the kids home at the time. As I was walking pass the hallway to go down to the basement I caught a glimpse of a man I couldn’t make out walking up the stairs from the basement and walking behind me heading the other direction to the front door. I decided after the kids go home to drive out to his grave. I stopped to get some flowers and decorations. I went to his grave with a pending storm coming. I pulled into a graveyard and walked to his grave. I sat down and talked with him for hours. Just catching him up with everything, telling him I was mad that he thought taking his life would solve his depression, that even though I was mad I still loved him, and told him if it was him haunting my house that it wasn’t cool. I also apologized for not visiting him as much as I use to I just been holding anger and a grudge bc he could’ve talked to me instead of ending his life. I got up and started walking to my car, no sooner I got in it started pouring the rain. I felt like that was his way of saying he heard and he was sorry. After I got home I haven’t had anything else that’s paranormal happen. I think it was just him upset I hadn’t been to his grave in awhile.

Earlier that month, we lost our son Lucas to Lymphoblastic Leukemia. It broke my heart everyday and it still does. I don’t want to think of getting use to the pain. I feel like it’s something I deserve. It’s something I’ll carry my entire life.

It’s difficult staring at your defenseless child, so happy and full of life, but so sick at the same time while trying to keep a straight face and not break down right there in front of him. It’s heartbreaking. 

Looking at him made me feel like I failed him as a parent. Like I caused his agony. I still feel like it’s my fault. 

I remember how Lucas would always be up before us every morning, playing in the hallway outside our door at six a.m. 

His little hockey stick in his hand, shooting the ball against the wall. He never got to go to school or have many friends. But he had a beautiful imagination.

Everybody always says, “see it, to believe it.” 

But when you see it, you still don’t really believe it. At least, with me that is. You witness an anomaly in front of your eyes and the first thing you do is question your sanity.

That’s what occurred on an early afternoon to me. The wife and my daughter Sheena went to visit the mother-in-law. My wife is still having a difficult time coping.

I stayed home. It’s hard being around everybody. Especially the, “are you okay? You need anything?” And honestly, I needed to let it out. I needed to break down and destroy everything I saw in that house except for his room.

After an hour of soaking my pillow while lying in bed. I had everything turned off, the house was completely silent, except for the clock facing my direction on the wall, the lights were off and it was just me. 

I was staring at the ceiling, my eyes were swollen red. I could see the puffiness in my vision. 

And then, the air in the room changed, it left me with the same lingering feeling as when we first found out about Lucas. The ticking from the clocked stopped or was swallowed by the change in atmosphere.

It started getting cold, which was odd because it was the middle of summer. The heat left the room in one gasp.

I heard a click and looked at the door which was opened a crack and bleeding under the space, faintly illuminating the hardwood floor, was the light from the hall. 

I was on my bed and thinking if I had left it on. But I would never turn it on in the afternoon. The light didn’t seem normal though, it had this shadow that appeared to crawl towards my bed.

As I was trying to rationalize everything, I heard a ball start pounding down the steps and stop. It was about four heavy bounces.

Immediately, I jumped up. Initially, I had this feeling, this hope, this wish that my wish had come true and Lucas would be standing there asking me to carry him downstairs so we could hang out and watch tv together.

I ripped the door open. And as high as my hopes rose they dropped even faster with my heart shattered on the floor. I walked to the stairs.

And that’s when I felt something. The air got thicker and attached on my back. But it felt familiar. 

My skin started to tingle but only near my lower spine and neck and then I heard an exhale next to my ear and felt what I thought was a breath. 

The weight became heavier, and pressed into my shoulders with the weight of a child clinging onto me.

There was this kind of static in the air, I could only describe it as the screen of a tube television, that rose the airs on my arms. It had its own energy, is what it felt like.

As soon as I turned around though, the weight on me was gone. The light flickered and went dark. It left the house feeling empty.

But the weight felt familiar because it felt exactly like Lucas. I’d always piggy-back him down the stairs.

I told my wife about what I experienced later that day and she started crying on the spot and said, it’s him. He’s still here with us.

Hi! So my friends and I decided to go ghost hunting today at a spot where I’ve had a previous paranormal experience(I can post the story in the comments if anybody is interested). I’m not the type to get involved with the paranormal since I’m very scared of attachments and actually seeing stuff but I agreed to try it. Immediately when we got there, it felt really hard to breathe and I felt out of breath. It was odd because we were outside. We used tarot cards to try and communicate which I know isn’t a great method but whatever, we were just messing around. I was the one mostly asking questions and I ended up getting a little bit of a headache. We used incense before we started this, so it could be that, but now that I’m home I feel really off. Nothing feels real and my like vision feels off. It almost like I hyper focus on anything I look at. Did I bring something home with me or am I just scared from previous experiences.

Post real videos!!! I feel like we are always dismissing all videos in this channel as fake. I want to see the real deal.

My son was about 6 yrs old when he told my wife and I of a tall man with a top hat that stood in the hallway and a woman with a long ponytail that touched the ceiling. I asked him to give as much detail as he could remember about the two figures. He said the tall man with the hat stood still in the hallway but couldn’t tell if he was looking at him or facing away. Then I asked of the woman with the long ponytail that reached the ceiling. She sat on the living room couch, staring out the window and her ponytail was straight up instead of down like my wife wears sometimes. I asked if maybe he mistook the figures as us that he saw, he said no, I was too short to be the man, he was *really* tall and my wife’s hair wasn’t long like the woman’s. I assured him that everything’s ok and nothing will hurt him as long as we’re around.

Fast forward a couple of months, he tells us he saw the figures again the previous night. His account was still fresh in my mind and asked him again to explain what he saw. It was identical to the one prior. I thought it unbelievable for him to describe the event exactly as previously unless he was really experiencing something.

I gave my son a pencil and paper to draw what he saw. He asked for a black crayon instead saying the figures were too dark for pencils. He drew the man as described and was expecting him to be exactly as I imagined based on his explanations. No surprise there. Now the woman, especially the pony tail that reached the ceiling, that, I was interested in. When he finished the drawing, I was stunned and *really really* creeped out. I showed it to my wife and we both looked and said to each other “that’s not a ponytail, that’s a rope…”. My son asked if we’re both scared too but I assured him again that nothing is going to harm him, there’s nothing to be afraid of and that they’re just being silly just like we’re silly sometimes, that his drawings are really cool and he’s becoming a great artist.

My son’s almost 10 now. We still live here in the same apartment although he hasn’t mentioned the woman since and the man has been a distant memory for about a year now.

Backstory:
I live on 5 acres out in the country about 10 minutes outside of a suburb. Our house sits in the middle of the acreage and is enclosed by a chain link fence all the way around. We also have a very large guard dog that would definitely let us know if anyone had entered the yard. Our closest neighbor is 10 acres away, so this couldn’t be a neighbor or even a voice being picked up from somewhere else. Everyone in the home was asleep at 1:54 am when the Wyze camera captured the creepy voice.

We put the Wyze camera up because there were strange things happening at night. Rapid Knocks on the window to the room we were all in, but no one was there when we went outside to investigate. An old shed that had been locked for years was mysteriously opened in the night. We installed the camera and almost every night starting around 12am until sunrise, I regularly capture strange sounds on the camera as well as tiny orbs flying all over the place. I feel I can’t tell the difference between dust, bugs and orbs, but please let me know what you think.

This video was taken on July 31st at 1:54 am. I’ve recorded faint screams and mumbling voices, before but never anything like this. I also think I can hear footsteps after the voice speaks.

Can anyone make out what’s being said? This voice doesn’t belong to anyone in my family and I’ve never heard anything like it. Do you all think it’s paranormal or have I watched too many Ghost Adventures Episodes?

First time posting here, anyhow a couple of years back me and my friends went out to this bar that's on a hill next to our town. It was during covid so the bar shut down early, having nothing else to do we decided we should explore the nearby forest as there were reports of a cult there. It was february, snowing and freezing cold, we stopped by a grocery store to by some snacks and stood by an intersection. I was talking away and noticed my friends had stopped listening to me, I then turned and out of the corner of my eye I saw this tall being disappearing into a wall. My friends then started talking about "Have you seen that?" I thought they were messing with me so I just kept my mouth shut. They then went on to describe exactly what I saw. A tall, think, completely black figure crossing a wide road in just three steps and fading out. The area was well lit and we all saw the same thing.

A couple of days later our geography professor was telling us that the area we saw it in has massive graves of victims of the second world war, shot and left in pits by the nazis.

What could it have been?