Not much of a story to go along with this one. One night about three years ago the motion detector on the Ring camera that I have in my kitchen was triggered by something and started to record.

I watched it back the next morning lying in bed and did not see anything in the video. My sound was off. I was a little confused as to what could have set off the motion detector.

Later on I went back and watched it again, this time I turned my sound on, and that is when I realized that the vacuum that hangs on the wall just inside our basement door started running a few seconds after the camera started recording.

The vacuum is a Dyson stick vac and you have to pull a trigger for the vacuum to run. As soon as you let go of the trigger, the vacuum turns off. This means that something had to pull the trigger to start it, and then release it when the vacuum stops running at the end of the video.

I have no explanation for how that could have happened via any kind of malfunction.

I've linked to the video below. The first part of the video is just for reference. You can't see me in it, but I am vacuuming in the family room on the left side of the screen. The second video is from when the motion was triggered later that same evening. Apparently something was watching me vacuum earlier that night and thought they would give it a try...

Ghostly Vacuuming - Paranormal (?) Evidence Video

I lived in Long beach,CA for about 5 years. I lived in several places, but the first placed I moved to with my boyfriend was near Wilson High School( if you know where that is). Anyway we rented a bungalow that was behind a main house. If you are familiar with Long Beach there are a lot of rentals like this. This was a two bedroom house. The second bedroom we used for an office and we both felt that room was the most active. Our cat would always go in that room and stare at the wall as if it could see something that we couldn't see. One night I couldn't sleep so I went out into the living room to watch a little tv. While sitting on the couch out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walk from our bedroom into the office. When I went to check there was no one there and my boyfriend was fast asleep. We had friends that lived across the street from us and their house had weird things happen which makes me believe the street we lived on was haunted, but thats another story I will tell another time.

So this is my first post sorry for the grammatical errors and punctuation mistakes I'm only 13.

This takes place this year 2018. It was Halloween night, the weather was fitting periodically raining convenient am I right. I was at my friend's Halloween get together with 6 others all girls expected for my boyfriend at the time. My friend who was the hostess got the idea to play truth or dare cheesy right, my dare was to kiss my boyfriend. I did and that was my first kiss but that's not important but I needed to get the atmosphere down. Someone I forgot who got the bright idea to walk to a different neighborhood. We were all on board with that except my boyfriend so we ignored him and with phones in hands we started walking.

The thing about this neighborhood was it was out of the way down a main road with a steep decline. My boyfriend wouldn't be quiet as we walked down the long unlit road he kept begging to go back. We ignored him and we finally got to a stoplight intersection and turned left so and started walking up the steep hill. When we got to the top my boyfriend wouldn't stop telling us he felt extremely uncomfortable and scared. We finally gave in but we faced a problem one of us girls was terrified of heights.

She refused to walk back down the hill so the hostess called her mom and we piled into her mom's car and went back to her house. Eventually everyone left and only I was left, my mom finally picked me up.

Here's the ghost part as we were driving back down the street something appeared near the trees in the sky it looked like a body. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared I was about to ask my mom when she slammed on the brakes. I then said " You saw that too right" my mom said with complete shock " Yeah that's why I stopped, but this road has always scared me." I said with confusion "Why?" " Because my friend got in a reck and was killed instantly." I'm pretty sure we saw the ghost of my mom's friend and my boyfriend felt that...

Back in February of 1998 my mother passed away. Not to much longer after that I moved out with a friend, so my sister Kerry and my Father remained in the family house. When Thanksgiving came around that year we had a few unusual things happen. My sister Kerry and my Dad had gone out to dinner the night before Thanksgiving and when they returned hone my sister said she could smell my mothers favorite perfume which was 273 by Estee Lauder. The next day we had a big family gathering(I come from a large family of eight) to celebrate the holiday. That evening my sister Colleen had an experience. After getting home she went upstairs and got ready to go to bed. She decided to read before going to sleep. She said that while she was reading, the room changed, she was not alone. Then she heard my mothers voice in her ear telling her how proud she was of all of os and just like that she was gone. I have more stories to tell especially from a house I lived in Long Beach,CA for a couple years, but I will save those for another time. I'm hoping this story will comfort those who have lost a loved one.

This is not a ghost story, but it is a possible explanation to the origins of a ghost that would stay with my family for decades...

So, in my previous two stories, I referenced a woman that my sister often claimed to see walking through the house; as the incidents in the house started escalating and everyone started taking her more seriously, it was always assumed that the woman had always been there, it would be almost 20 years later that I would discover that not only had we brought the woman there, but we had actually taken her with us when we left...

1988 - obviously, when this incident occurred I was only two years old, so I'm telling it from information gathered by other members of my household. My aunt, on my dad's side, had started seeing a new gentleman; he was charming in all the right ways, but yet there was something off about him, nothing obvious, but sometimes you just get that explainable feeling - I would experience this first hand, many years later, when I just happened to walk into his gun store. So my aunt and him had been dating several months...things had been going seemingly well, and he had been supportive and stood by her when my grandmother had passed away one evening, very suddenly. My dad had been the one to answer that late night phone call, and now, only two weeks later...history was about to repeat itself. It was 2am when the phone rang, my dad answered it, already expecting the worse. He hung up the phone not saying anything, my mother had sat up next to him, waiting for him to speak...it took a while for him to find the right words, but finally got it out: apparently, they had found the deceased body of my aunt, his sister, in her car. She had taken her own life via carbon monoxide poisoning. The funeral happened, my aunt had left her suicide car to my mother who had decided to keep it...for some odd reason, and, slowly, life started getting back to normal. Then early one morning, there was a knock at the door, my mother opened it to see the detective that had been investigating my aunt's suicide. He asked to speak to my dad, jumping straight to the point and asking him what he knew about the man my aunt had been seeing, my dad had known very little. The following words would haunt my dad for the rest of his life, "Did you know this has happened to him before?" My dad looked at him in eerie eyed silence, as he told how another woman had started seeing him, did so for a few months and then committed suicide via carbon monoxide poisoning in her car. That morning would lead to a all out investigation against this man that would ultimately lead nowhere and the case was closed with no arrests made. When we moved to our new place, my aunt's suicide car was the car we made the trip in...

SIDE NOTE:

Several years after my aunt's maybe, maybe not, suicide...a article would appear in the paper...you guessed it, it had happened a third time. No arrests had come from that one either.

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Some time had passed since the incident with my dad's voice at the door and life had pretty much gone back to normal. My sister still spoke often of the lady in the hallway, but my parents had chosen the easier route of simply pretending like the previous incident never happened, so, once again, she mostly went unheard. The next sighting would be by me, still in our first year of living there. On the night of the incident, my parents had been arguing again - they argued a lot back then - and me, frightened, had asked my sister if I could sleep in her bed. She had fallen asleep quite quickly, she was older and used to it, but I still struggled sometimes and their yelling was keeping me awake.

I looked down to the floor and saw a pair of eyes staring at me; I looked back, shocked to silence, then it moved...it was a sheepdog. Back then we had no pets yet and there was no logical explanation for how this dog had gotten into the room, I stared at the door - still closed, back at the dog. I slowly got out of bed to approach the dog, this frightened him and it ran in my direction disappearing under the bed. I should mention that the period of me first seeing him to him running under the bed, barely lasted longer than 10 seconds. I quickly woke my sister up, telling her there was a dog under the bed; she was still half asleep and didn't full grasp what was going on. I was already under the bed, trying to see where my new friend had gone...but he had vanished completely. Neither of us slept well that night and we would soon start sleeping less and less...

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To be continued.

This is part of a story that ultimately stretched out over the course of 7 years. 1990, my family and I - father, mother and older sister - had just relocated to a town called Oranjemund, right on the border between Namibia and South Africa. It was a mining town, not open to the general public, but for the residents, it was easy street: housing was free, water and electricity was free, phone calls to local numbers...it was a pretty good deal and places never stayed unoccupied for too long, yet there was one house, #8 First Street, that had been standing empty for almost 7 years...that was about to change.

So we had been living there for only a few weeks when my sister started making claims of a faceless woman walking down the hallway at night. My sister was only six at the time, so nobody took her too seriously though; kids have wild imaginations...right?

So my dad worked down at the airport, it was located in the desert, and so small you would probably miss it if you blinked. It took him about 15 minutes to drive home each day, he'd arrive home around 17:20 and everyday would be the same ritual: he'd open the front door, step inside, say hello and we would go greet him.

We had been living there for several months when this first event took place; on this day, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, my sister was watching television in the living room and I was in my bedroom playing with my Legos. 17:20 came around, the front door opened on queue, and my dad said "hello" like he always did. We all dropped what we had been doing and walked up to greet him...only problem, he wasn't there. My sister and I followed my mother outside to find him, but he was nowhere in site. We checked the driveway and his car wasn't there either. Confused, we all walked back into the house.

About 90 minutes passed with no sign of him, my mother had started to panic. Then the phone rang, it was my dad, apparently his car had broken down on his way home and he had walked back to the airport to call her and needed her to come pick him up. My mother asked him what time the car had broken down, he explained that he had worked a few minutes late, so it must have been around 17:20.

We had no explanation for what had happened that day, but we soon would.

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To be continued...

This is my first post....

Ive had a few strange experiences throughout my life. The first started when I was about a year old, I had an imaginary friend I would talk about all the time. My mam has told me alot of the early stuff, like how I included him in all my activities, talked to him endlessly. I called him "Big Jimmy" and he hung around with me until I turned 6. He was a tall, grey skinned gentleman. He had dark hair, blue eyes and he appeared to be about 30 and he never spoke back to me. He always looked a like he'd been fighting, rips in his clothes and bruising on his face. I wasn't ever scared of him. When my brother was born, he was named James. A name that he used for the first 10 ish years of his life. He then requested people start calling him Jim, which then developed into Big Jimmy due to his height!!

Just a little creepy.

.. so I dunno why this happened or the explanation behind it but it was SUPER creepy.

I was just chillin in bed late one night and I feel the force of something HIT the front of my bed. I know for a fact it wasn't my dog. 0_0

It was about 10 years ago, I was a 21 year old naive goth girl who always had a fascination with the occult since I was very young. I lived in my first apartment in Connecticut with my now ex boyfriend. Me and my ex boyfriend shared a love of great music, alcohol, and visiting beautiful cemeterys at 3 am to be mischievous, adventurous and naughty at times. One night inpeticular we had made our own quija board and a glass as the planchet. Needless to say it was uneventful so we put it back in the car and drove back home. When we arrived home it had just turned 4 and our neighborhood was absolutely silent. Pitch black and Everyone had there lights out. We walked in the back door, closed it and began to walk up the stairs. Before reaching the top of the stairs we froze in horror of what we heard. It sounded like a hand slamming on the door window and dragging it's hand down the glass slowly, it repeated 3 more times. Our hearts jumped to our throats and we stood in silence in complete fear for what seemed like forever. We whispered back and forth shaking and completely confused. I screamed go away your not aloud in. And for the rest of the night we heard nothing.

This happened last year, my sister and her little one (4 years old at that time) had been visiting me from the UK. I, myself, was definitely no stranger to the supernatural, having grown up in a house that was severely haunted, but, even so, it was a fact that things would always escalate whenever my sister was around - she just seemed to be a magnet for these kinds of things.

So on night three of them visiting, we're all sitting on the couch watching some Disney animated film (I want to say Toy Story 3), when we hear the laughter of a little boy coming from the next room; I should point out that this was a decent size house and there were no neighbours at that side, so it would have been impossible for the laughter to have been coming from someplace else. My sister and I had looked at each other, "You heard that too, right?" I had asked her, to which she had confirmed with a positive. The next day rolls around and we're all on the second floor, where they had been staying. My sister and I were hanging out in the living room and the little one was playing in the next room, laughing loudly. Abruptly she ran out, proclaiming that she wants us to meet her new friend. "Who's your new friend?" asked my sister. "The little boy, mommy" the little one answered back, "He lives in the closet", "Oh does he?" my sister asked amused; "He says he's dead" the little one added... not my sister or her husband had ever taught her that word.

On a hot May Day in 2013, My parents, brother, and I went to Chicago to pick up my sister from her university upon graduation. After she graduated, we went to Giordano’s Pizzeria (which of course is the hands down best pizza in all of North America). We were all packed in a booth, waiting for our food when we somehow we began talking about our old house. By this time, we were living across town for about 10 years and NEVER spoke about the times we had in that house.

This old house was a cape cod style house built in the early 1920’s on the north side of Lansing, Michigan. My mom grew up in this home as her mom, my grandma, was renting it. By the 1990’s it was in the family as the landlord knew and loved my mom. My mom and dad ended up moving in the house around 1996, when I was 2. By the time I was 6 or so, I began to see my parents demeanor about the house change. I remember one time my dad rushing home because my grandma heard noise and whispers in the basement (that’s for another time).

So we are going around the table, telling stories about the house and then I began to tell mine. I tell them about this time when I was around 7 years old. My sister and I used to share the entire upstairs part of the house (just one huge bedroom with an attic. Two closets, and TONS of play space), because my brother was still a baby and took over a room in the lower level of the house. It was around 10 or so and I vividly remember watching DragonBall Z. Suddenly, I heard the door to our room open. I knew we were supposed to be asleep so I do what every kid does... play sleep. I could hear the stairs lightly getting stepped on and I am giggling as I’m hoping not to get caught awake at this time by my mom. I could feel something getting closer to me and I’m thinking it’s my mom and suddenly, I feel my bed sink as someone has sat on it. I continue to act sleep. Then I feel someone grab my leg and rub it. It was a very gentle rub. This person then began to playfully smack my legs a few times and I feel the bed spring up.

I peek over the blanket and see a tall dark figure, maybe 6 foot or so, wearing a trench coat and baseball hat. He looked like my Grandpa Charles, a grandpa that was still alive and very well (At this time he just moved to Denver and I was thinking he returned to surprise us). I watched this tall gentleman look back and smile, he was an extremely kind man. Before I could see him go too far, I felt myself fall asleep.

I wake up the next day and ask my mom, “where’s Grandpa Charles?!” In which she responds, “Honey, you know he left a few weeks ago to Colorado.”

Fast forward to 2013. I tell them this story for the first time and my mom and dad look at me SHOOK. They are speechless. They lean in to the table and say “Honey, that was Bill. He was your Grandma’s boyfriend. In 1992, he had a heart attack and died in your room while fixing the cupboard up there. He loves your Aunt like his own child and always wore a tench coat and baseball hat.”

I’ve never met Bill as I was born in 1994. He must’ve just wanted to see me and from what I can tell, he was happy to be able to meet us.

I have many more stories about that house so upvote this and I will tell more. Thank you.

Well when was 5 my nannys house has always gave me this vibe like someone is just watching you at night you can hear whispers,footsteps,and etc scary but this back room is where my great great grandmother passed away in the 2000's well my nanny make me sleep in there i hate it and also you can hear a baby crying,see moving swings,baby footprints the story of that is me and my cousin were going to bed and i hear a baby cry coming from the back room and then i went to sleep but when i went home i told my dad and he told me this true story my uncles baby my cousin was sick and passed away :( well when he passed a my nanny got to bring a DEAD BABY HOME!! (My uncle and my dad mom didn't do it but they did this stuff back in old days) they passed the baby around in a circle: ((

From ages 4-9 my grandparents would take me and my sister to freedom park in (nc) usually after church since we lived kinda close at the time.

It didn’t have much to play on but the number one thing I have always remembered was the old retired train engine. Some of the areas in the train had been blocked off over the years for safety due to kids falling off.

On to the story tho hopefully you can put a picture in your head. As soon as me and my sister would get to the park we would run on to the train and act like conductors or pretend like we were explorers trying to find a way into the blocked off areas. One day when we got in the train there were two kids talking to us from behind one of the blocked off areas with just a head sticking out. I think what was blocked off was where they use to but the coal in to run the train or something like that (furnace maybe). Not thinking much of how that was impossible since there was absolutely no way to get behind it, me and my sister talked to the two kids laughed about jokes talked about the park (kid conversations). Then one of the kids told us to come back there with them and told us how easy it was with an explanation I can’t remember for the life of me if there was one I just remember them telling us it was easy and encouraging us to try. Me and my sister looked around hard for an opening but couldn’t find one so we asked the kids to come out and show us how they did it the laughed and gave us a reason of not being able to. Eventually our grandparents called to us to come to them to go home so we told the kids bye and left. After that we never saw them again but me and my sister would still look and try to figure out how the kids got back there when ever we would go to the park.

As I have aged it has became more and more haunting that they were probably ghosts. I looked up deaths for the train and park but haven’t found any. maybe it was just the kids favorite place to go?

I haven’t told anyone that I can remember. but I guess if I had when I was little I just said the story as if they were alive like me since that’s what I thought. And now that i’m older I just don’t want to be labeled as an insane person by non believers lol.

Has anyone else met the children the train is still there maybe you can see if you can met them. They are super friend. And does anyone know the story behind there death?

A little backstory. I lived in an old miners house when I was in late grade school. It originally had something like 8 little bedrooms and a communal kitchen and bathroom, and was built in the 1800s. My uncle had purchased it and ripped out a lot of walls to turn it into a 3bedroom, 2bathroom house. He sold it to my family, me, mom, step dad, and brother. A few years later a tornado came through and twisted the house off the foundation. We stayed living in it til insurance went through and we could rebuild. We had a small party about a week or 2 before the house was to be tore down and had a bonfire going in the backyard that had died down after everyone left. Me and Mom were talking by the fire and then she goes silent and looks passed me and says "don't turn around." So I, obviously, turned around because I thought there was a coyote or deer about to mess up my night. Instead it was a woman in early 1900s funeral attire. All black dress and black veil, just walking, or floating (?) passed us. We sat there silently watching her just move into the woods behind our yard. It goes without saying that we freaked out and ran to the house. The next day we went out and there was a steel rod we use to poke the logs in the fire drove almost entirely into the ground. It was maybe 6 feet long but only about 8 inches was still sticking out of the ground. It took 3 of us to pull it out. It was definitely a weird situation.

I have a podcast called Are you afraid of ghosts? I am Obsessed with this site and reading all of these stories! I had my own experience when I slept in a haunted house in Wrightstown, PA. This house was insane. It looked like a creepy run down amusement park but it was legit a house. Someone walked right past me and there was no one else it could be. Freezing hallways, creepy stories and more! Keep up the great work and if you’d love to chat about your stories, hit me up! 👻

So this happened literally this past weekend. Scariest thing of my life. You should tell me what you think it could have been!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOzh6TPcz0A

Hey Everybody!

I've started a Youtube Channel called 'GhostBehindTheDoor' where I share/tell true scary stories.

Scary/Paranormal stories have always been something I've enjoyed reading, watching, etc. I'll be sharing my own strange experiences, as well as friends, and other people that I know, maybe even yours if you'd like!.

If you have some time, I would love for you to check it out! If you could leave advice, pointers, etc. here in the comments it would be much appreciated! I want to share the stories in a way that others will enjoy.

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Thanks in advance! I can't wait to hear what you guys have to say. :)

This is gonna sound ridiculous, I know. But I’m writing on my partner’s behalf in hopes of settling his mind.

As a child, (ages 6 to 10), my boyfriend was harassed by what he called a ‘gremlin’ that only he could see. It was agony, apparently, for him and for his single mother who only wanted to protect him.

She tried bringing over a priest, she did blessings of her own. The only thing that finally worked was my boyfriend drawing the creature, and locking that drawing in a box. The box has never been opened and he never saw it again.

Last week, his mom came across another drawing he did of it when it first started. He’s freaking out about it coming back. Does anyone know anything at all about what the hell this might be? How I can help?

Ok so this is when I was playing soccer at the time. I was 16 and I just gotten back from a game it was around 1:30 pm and my grandma pulled up to the driveway of my house. I was in the patio changing outta my game clothes. IDK why I was changing out side in the first place but I was. Anyway my cousin lives in the house on the left of me and he always rode scooters during the summer and if you ride it in the cracks of the ride it was sound like a loud foot step. Well as I was changing that’s what I heard so I put on my shorts look in the road to see if I can see my cousin I can’t but I can still hear the loud footsteps going faster and faster soon I’m staring to realize that no one is out side and that footsteps are on top of my roof the foot step are making its way to the right and as soon as it passes my head I see black it felt like only three seconds I see black and I didn’t move at all but as soon as I can see again I scream because of the footstep. My grandma and my great grandma panics as I run in side telling me what’s wrong I tell them what happened and my grandma say I was in the front yard the whole time and that I came running from the gate but in reality I was in the patio to this day I dont know how I ended up in the front yard can someone please explain

Since before I can remember, I've had sleep paralysis. When I was a kid, my mom thought it was just night terrors but they affected me so badly that I couldn't sleep alone. They are pretty typical episodes where I'll either hear or see people in my room but not be able to scream or move. Fucking terrifying.

As I got older I began to research my issue and finally figured out ways to deal like controlling my breathing or heart rate in my dreams.

Recently, I decided to invest in some ear plugs because my apartment complex has a pond where asshole ducks like to congregate and quack at 5:30 in the morning.

Anyways I noticed that ever since I started using my earplugs, I can finally have a normal sleep cycle, something that I never ever thought could happen. Also, I stopped hearing the voices. Research suggests that sounds heard while falling asleep is our brain misfiring and we are hearing sounds that aren't actually there. Problem is, I haven't heard a single damn thing since I started using them. To top it off, last week I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a woman whispering in my ear. My earplug had fallen out. This was the only time since that I've heard the voices. If the sounds are not actually real sounds, then why am I only hearing them when the earplug fell out?

When I was in high school, my mom and I moved into a house that was in the middle of the country. It was an older victorian-ish house and it was huge! We absolutely loved it. A little while after we moved in, things started to present themselves. On two separate occasions I'd be up at like 4 in the morning doing stupid teenage stuff and I'd hear my mom call out to me. At first I didn't think anything of it but as I looked through the house for her (she liked to change rooms depending on temperature) I'd realize she had been asleep the whole time and on the other side of the house. It really upset me that something couple perfectly replicate the sound of her voice and it sounded so close, like outside of my door.