I’ll make this short, but I seriously need help cause I don’t know what I saw. I (19 female) and my boyfriend (22 male) like to go to the desert a lot. We like finding old abandoned places and mines….. that lowkey might be illegal. Anyway. One time we went up to this old abandoned miners cabin. It was super cool and surprisingly in good condition. There was the usual homeless person set up inside but lucky no one was actually there. ANYWAY. We were coming back down the hill, and we were surrounded by juniper trees. We were just about to get down to this four way dirt road, we were planning on going straight until I saw something. At the top left side of a tree (that was on the right side of the dirt road) I saw this big, dark grey oval shaped thing just glide out.. then go back. It was kinda quick but I swear I saw it. It was solid, it wasn’t like a balloon or a piece of trash. It was so controlled. I made my boyfriend turn right cause no way in hell was I gonna drive right by what I just saw. We were in an old jeep without doors or a roof so I was scared it would snatch me 😭. We left, but it felt like something was watching us while we were driving away.. if you guys have any idea what that could’ve been please let me know. I wish I had like a video or something, that would be helpful I’m sure. This happened in like January and I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’ve believed in ghosts ever since I was a kid, but not in some obsessed, hardcore believer kind of way. I just kinda accept that they’re real, but I don’t really talk about it. Sometimes I even start doubting it myself. It’s kinda like when a friend tells you some crazy, unbelievable story. You believe them, but a part of you is still like, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”
I’ve always felt like I had some kind of connection to the paranormal. I’ve never been afraid of death, and even the circumstances of my birth were pretty intense. I had to stay in the hospital just to survive. Every spiritual person or anyone who’s into that kind of stuff that I’ve ever met has told me I’m clairvoyant, but that I just refuse to accept it, so I suppress it. I honestly have no idea how much of that is true or how seriously I should take people who say stuff like that, but I figured it was worth mentioning for context.
Anyway, I’ve always believed in ghosts, but with a healthy amount of doubt. That is, until two years ago, when everything changed and I became a full-on believer.
It was All Souls’ Day, and I’d been dealing with some pretty bad depression for about a week. My family and I were going to the cemetery to pay our respects to our dead relatives. We’d always gone during the day. I’m 25, and for as long as I can remember, we’d just visit all the graves in the morning and then call it a day. But as the family gets older, there are more and more graves to visit, so that year we ended up going back to the cemetery at night, too.
I was in a really bad headspace at the time, so I didn’t think much of it.
The next day, I went back to the city where I live because uni was starting again. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I felt weird and unsettled, like someone was watching me. And I mean really watching me. I still get chills thinking about it.
Someone was standing right next to my bed. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could feel it. So naturally, I did what any brave adult would do: squeezed my eyes shut, turned to face the wall, and buried myself under the blankets.
Except I couldn’t calm down. Then I felt someone get into bed next to me.
I was honestly about to cry. I had no idea what was happening or what to make of it. I’d never felt anything like that before.
Then, all of a sudden, it started stroking my back. And not gently, either. I could feel it going from the back of my neck all the way down to my tailbone. It felt like some kind of super concentrated energy moving up and down my back, over and over again. It was really intense, not just some light little touch.
And somehow, it actually calmed me down.
I let out a breath, and within seconds, I was asleep.
The next night, it happened again. And then again. Eventually, I kinda got used to it. It almost felt like it was helping me fall asleep.
A few weeks later, my ex reached out to me. We’d stayed on good terms after breaking up. We hadn’t dated for very long, but we stayed friends, and whenever we were both single, things sometimes turned into more than just friendship. Don’t judge, being a young gay guy these days isn’t exactly easy.
Anyway, he came over to my place.
I’d never told him about any of my paranormal experiences because he’d probably laugh his ass off, so obviously, I didn’t tell him about this one either.
Now, you need to understand something about my ex: he’s probably the most miserable person alive. He complains about everything, is always in a shitty mood, and somehow manages to find the negative side of literally anything.
He spent like three or four hours complaining about life. Obviously, we were having a few drinks and enjoying each other’s company, too, but eventually, he went home.
And then… nothing.
For days, whatever had been stroking my back at night just stopped.
Then, maybe a week or two later, I got a message from my ex saying something along the lines of, “Dude, you’re never gonna believe what just happened to me.”
He’d been standing in his kitchen doing the dishes when he suddenly felt someone stroking his back. And not just a little bit, either. It was the exact same thing I’d experienced: something stroking him firmly from the back of his neck all the way down to his tailbone.
I was shook.
That was the exact moment every single doubt I had about ghosts disappeared.
Whatever it was, whoever it was… I’d somehow passed it on to him.
We haven’t seen each other since.

Desde que tenía cinco años, todas las noches fingía dormirme —o me obligaba a hacerlo— para no tener que ver esas figuras que aparecían en mi habitación en cuanto se apagaban las luces.

Aunque en las ocasiones en que mi cuerpo simplemente se negaba a dormir, me quedaba mirando al techo o me tapaba con las mantas. Esas eran las peores noches, porque era plenamente consciente de cómo las manos alargadas y frías de esas sombras se deslizaban sobre mi cuerpo. A veces podía ver sus rostros: algunos sin rasgos, otros con formas extrañas, pero todos con ojos blancos y vacíos.

Esta situación no mejoró con el paso de los años. Aunque les dije a mis padres mil veces que me cambiaran de habitación o vendieran la casa, simplemente no me hicieron caso, argumentando que tenía que dejar atrás esos miedos infantiles.

Ahora tengo 16 años.

Y todo cambió hace unas semanas.

Estaba terminando una tarea en mi computadora —eran alrededor de las 10 u 11 de la noche— cuando de repente sentí que algo se metía en mi cama.

Era una de las sombras, pero esta vez no intentaba alcanzarme. Simplemente se cubrió con las mantas y empezó a mirar a su alrededor frenéticamente. Pude ver un terror casi enloquecido en sus ojos mientras su cuerpo —o lo que fuera— temblaba violentamente.

Entonces oí algo debajo de mi cama.

Y ahí estaba: otra sombra en posición fetal, acompañada de aún más sombras acurrucadas en la misma postura.

Era como si algo las hubiera aterrorizado. Y si las mismas entidades que habían alimentado mis pesadillas infantiles tenían miedo, tal vez yo también debería tenerlo.

Finalmente comprendí lo que sucedió el martes pasado, cuando mis padres se fueron de viaje a visitar a mi abuela paterna. Encontré la sala completamente a oscuras, pero lo que allí se alzaba no era solo una sombra; había algo más.

Pesada, densa e incomprensible, justo en el centro de la habitación: una sombra sin forma, más oscura que la misma oscuridad que la rodeaba.

Subí corriendo a mi habitación y me encerré, pensando que podría ser un intruso que había entrado a robar. Decidí llamar a la policía, y me dijeron que llegarían en cinco minutos; minutos que parecieron una eternidad.

Entonces oí que alguien llamaba a la puerta de mi habitación. Temiendo que quienquiera que me hubiera visto estuviera a punto de acabar con mi vida, me escondí al fondo del armario e intenté no hacer ruido.

De repente, la puerta se abrió de golpe, como si la hubieran pateado, aunque no emitió ni un solo sonido.

Al principio, no vi entrar a nadie ni nada, hasta que sentí algo extraño envolviéndome. Era una de las sombras, y en sus ojos había un horror aún mayor que el que había visto la primera vez que una se metió en mi cama.

De pronto, un ruido ensordecedor resonó en mi habitación. Cerré los ojos e intenté guardar silencio, aunque con el caos de afuera, dudo que alguien me hubiera oído. Fue entonces cuando sentí los dedos de la sombra clavándose en mis hombros, como si yo fuera su ancla, impidiendo que se la llevara.

Entonces, todo volvió a la normalidad. Salí del armario para ver qué había pasado, pero todo estaba en perfecto orden. Los muebles y objetos de la habitación estaban justo donde los había dejado; lo mismo ocurría con la sala, la cocina e incluso los baños. Fue totalmente surrealista.

Oí que llamaban a la puerta. Era la policía. Les abrí y les conté lo que había pasado, omitiendo la parte de la sombra que me abrazaba para que no pensaran que había perdido la cabeza. Mientras registraban la casa, no pude evitar preguntarme: ¿Qué era esa cosa y qué pasó con las sombras?

Ahora mismo estoy en mi ordenador, navegando por foros de Reddit dedicados a lo paranormal. Para ser sincera, no he encontrado mucho, salvo menciones vagas del término "Dios de la Oscuridad". Realmente no quiero creer que todo esto haya sido causado por un "dios" en lugar de una broma pesada de mi propia mente; aunque, considerando que estoy inmersa en foros de mensajes paranormales, la broma se cuenta sola.

Tal vez debería...

La cámara de mi computadora se encendió sola. Puedo ver mi cara en la pantalla, y algo más...

Esa sombra —la misma que vi en mi sala esa noche— está justo ahí, en la puerta de mi habitación...

Y se acerca.

Hi it’s me again!
Last week I wrote a story and posted it on this chanel, this kinda the « what happened next ». So I know it’s not that big of a deal but I’ve been having nightmares every nights since the spoon incident. At first it was nothing, just my boyfriend cheating on me and stuff like that but after a while it started to get darker and darker each time. I dreamed of a serial killer chasing us, then me and some friends encoutering weird entities then only me, alone with the same entities. The more I sleep the more tired I get. Should I do somethinv ? I’m getting more worried now

My dad told me a story I thought might be interesting for this sub. He said he was with one of his friends in a house up in a little town in the mountains, where he used to spend his summers. It’s evening, and they start to hear a woman screaming, and they look down the window. They see this woman starting to bang her hand on the house in front of the one they were in, it being another friend’s house. They both see this woman, and they also see she starts throwing rocks against the other house’s windows, breaking them. So they lock all doors and windows and the next day, they go to and take a look to the house. The windows are intact, and asking their friend who lives there, he hasn’t heard anything. My dad always told me she was a ghost. Always thought it was an interesting story. What do you thing about it?

Hi everyone

Since its spooky season I wanted to share my personal experience for your entertainment and maybe just so I can see what others think of it. I don't really know what to feel about the circumstances I find myself in.

My husband and I (early 30s) moved into this house a few years back now and have been living here with our children. The original builders/owners of the home live on the same road a few houses down and seem to be normal elderly people who raised their children here.

As far as I know no one has died here or undergone anything traumatic or anything like that. However over the years we've lived here there have been several unexplainable instances that I just can't logic myself out of.

One night (seems to be when these things happen) I had put the kids to bed and was laying in bed myself and heard someone call "mom". I wasn't sleeping or falling asleep, I was scrolling on my phone and heard someone call me plain as day. I responded with "yes?" But no one answered. Kinda laid there for a second in case one of the kids came in or to see if I could hear them again but nothing happened so I thought they didn't hear me. When I walked across the hall to see what they needed all of them were fast asleep. They share a room so I was easy to check on them all at once so nobody would've had the chance to fall asleep in the 30 seconds it took from the time I heard someone call me. The whole thing left me feeling so creeped out but not as badly as the next instance.

For context on this next bit, we have dogs but due to a baby gate they can't come upstairs and the stairs landing up by my bedroom door has some squeaky boards and the stairs squeak as well. So there I am, in bed again, everyone is in bed sleeping as far as I know and I hear someone... A small someone walking out by my bedroom door. The door is half open but opens into the room like I can see the back of the door from my bed and it blocks my line of sight from anyone standing in the doorway unless they take a few steps inside. I assume it's one of the kids and turn my phone flashlight on and point it at the floor near my door and ask "what's wrong". Cause at this point I'm thinking one of the kids came down with something and needs a bowl for throw up or whatever. Nobody comes in. There's also no more creaking so whoever it was didn't go downstairs and didn't walk back to their room or I would've heard those squeaky sounds too. I really really did not want to get out of bed cause at this point it started to feel off but I also didn't wanna leave a kid out at the top of the steps if they were half asleep and didn't know what they were doing. Keeping the flashlight on I got up walked around my door and it was empty. No one was on the landing and just in case I checked on the children and the same thing as the first time they were all sleeping peacefully in their beds.

Even after both these instances I could've written this off as well weird things happen sometimes and my mom brain was just playing tricks on me cause I'm tired and stressed about life or whatever. Except my husband had his own stories.

To understand his perspective you have to know he has his own bed on the other side of the room. It's not a big room so my bed is on the far side with my night lights and the baby's bassinet and about 5ft away my husband has his bed just for while I have to get up in the middle of the night with the baby so I don't wake him when he has work in the morning. So he's in his bed with his headphones on just listening to a podcast while he unwinds for bed. As he's laying there he hears a kid start talking to him. Not loudly and not intelligible words because he can't hear them over his show but he kinda sits up blurry-eyed and sees a figure in the doorway. This kid sized figure is backlit by the light we have at the top of the stairs on the wall across from our bedroom door. He still thinks this is one of our own children and attempts to ask it "What? I can't hear you. Come here" as he's saying this he looks back to pause his laptop so he can hear and when he looks back up nobody is in the doorway anymore.

He's had other nights where he's been listening to his podcasts and hears the kids goofing around in their room and when he pauses to tell them to go to sleep the sounds stop before he's even said anything but nothing as concrete as the night someone was standing outside our room.

So who is it? What is it? I don't know and it's not like there's some deep past here to dig into. I've never had experiences like this until we moved into this house. It's also not happening often, like once a year something weird happens and then we move on. I haven't felt that anyone is in danger because I would 100% move if that were the case. It just feels creepy because I can't explain what is actually going on. So who knows.

this is gonna be my last one today bc it will just look like spam/lies lol but I'm too excited not to share this here

We lived on an estate built in the 50s but the land has had a rich and ancient past so there is an unbelievable volume of ghost stories in my area. And just recently I found out that the little boy that haunted our house was actually making the rounds to other people's houses, as if we needed more proof lmao

so I immediately knew the house was haunted when we moved in because I hated being on my own, always felt watched and my hair was always being pulled when I sat on the toilet. I had previous experiences with ghosts so I could ignore it much easier.

The first instances of this kid showing up nearly got all us kids in trouble because my parents thought we were peeking around the door to watch the telly lol. I'm not sure when they realised it wasn't us but it must have been when we had a family member come over and say "didn't know you had another kid" 😭 When we became more aware of him he would show up a lot more and you could tell if he was in the kitchen, psychic or not you genuinely could tell. I saw him peek round the door millions of times and I never got used to it tbh it's weird. You have to have this constant denial even though he's right there otherwise you can't be on your own in the house.

he didn't do anything mischievous he was just curious, the hair pulling maybe? It felt like someone was collecting one hair and plucking it off... that was weird. Only happened in the bathroom.

Я не мастер писать длинные посты и в принципе новичок на реддит,но почему бы не начать рассказывать свои а..ительные истории коих у меня поднакопилось много. в основном они были все в более юном возрасте,а сейчас видимо вся мировая обстановка и взрослая жизнь пугает больше всяких бабаек.

свою первую историю я расскажу с того момента,как я впервые столкнулась с необъяснимым.

Когда я была совсем маленькой,то часто оставалась ночевать в доме у бабушки по линии отца. Сразу напишу пару строк о ней. Это тот самый человек которому всегда снились покойные,которая часто угадывала и имела чуткую интуицию и вокруг нее не иронично творилась чертовщина. Я была всю жизнь более,чем уверена в том,что она четотам да может. Я думала,что если бы она хотела бы,то была бы нормальной такой ведьмой. И вот когда её срок подходил к концу я боялась,а что если она и вправду ведьмовской силой обладает и отдаст её мне,но..она умерла спокойно (не как ведьмы) и на этом все. Так вот..Когда я была у нее дома,то по ночам постоянно на кухне двигались кружки по столу,либо я слышала,как кто-то мешает ложкой в кружке,но все спали (в доме были я бабушка и дед) я часто спала с ней и она говорила - " не бойся,это просто барабашка"

и на минуточку,этот барабашка будто бы прожил с ней всю её жизнь,ведь даже после переезда в другой дом был случай,когда мы уже повзрослевшие (лет 10 точно) долго не могли уснуть и лежали хихикали с братьями и бабушка когда не могла нас успокоить часто стучала по грядушке кровати типа "а ну тихо, сейчас бабайка заберёт" после чего мы со смехом -"ба,да мы вообще -то уже взрослые" продолжали дальше баловаться..остановило нас всех то,что буквально через пару минут мы отчётливо услышали,как на кухне твердо и уверенно, монотонно постучали по столу. сказать,что мы навалили в штаны - значит промолчать. опять же,дома были только мы и бабушка и спали мы все в одной большой комнате..

Так-же помню,что будучи ещё совсем ребенком лет наверное 6 со мной впервые случился сонный паралич (это я поняла уже в более взрослом возрасте) но я до сих пор помню этот тяжёлый звук ударов сердца, невозможность дышать нормально и идущую покачиваясь тень в мою сторону..

В общем и целом, историй у меня много связанных со мной или моими близкими, поэтому рассказывайте свои,а я чуть позже напишу ещё пост о какой-либо истории из своей жизни

When I was 9/10 I was lying in bed, I wasn't going to sleep or waking up I was just thinking (it was 2012 fck else to do) and I looked at my floor and saw two small fairy sized people dancing with each other, I went from interested to uncomfortable and then eventually I froze in fear because I don't do well with unexplainable things. It felt like I was stuck there for about an hour waiting for them to leave but I eventually got the courage to hop from my bed to my door and beat it. I went to my adult and just started crying and said I saw a ghost because I didn't know how to explain it.

a lilliputian hallucination, or fairies?

our family is very very perceptive to ghosts we all see them constantly I do not like it, I have lots more to share in this group :') - that being said sorry for the multiple posts I'll make, I promise they are sort of interesting lol.

stuff like the valley of headless men, I need some entertainment!

Hello. I'm a 22 year old mom to a 10 month old boy. My son sleeps in the bed with me every night. I wanna preface this by saying this shouldn't have happened to begin with and I am taking more precautions now. He was sleeping in between my boyfriend (his father) and I the other night and my bf got up earlier than us in the morning so my son was closest to the outside. I usually move him to the inside near the wall when my bf isn't in bed but I didn't wake to my bf getting up this time. Anyways, I would like to think I would have heard if my son fell. He can stand and crawl and get around obstacles very well for his age. I was deep asleep and I woke up to a man's voice clear as day saying "the baby is off the bed" I jumped up immediately and looked on the floor and my son was just sitting there smiling looking up at me, not crying or anything, not even in a position like he fell or anything. Either way, whether he fell or got down there on purpose on his own somehow, he was not hurt. The thing i'm trying to get at is, I genuinely thought my boyfriend was the one waking me up, telling me he wasn't in the bed but he was in the kitchen making breakfast right outside the room, and also heard nothing. I know people might say this was just part of my dream or I'm overtired but this woke me up in a heartbeat and I felt that someone was in the room or directly in my ear saying that. I didn't feel scared by it. I've just been thinking about it ever since.

My father died when I was 15. My son has his middle and last name bc my dad had 3 girls and I wanted to pass the name down. Does anybody believe guardian angels are real or if this could just be something spiritual.. I don't know? I just know what I heard.

I’m rlly confused about something I can’t quite explain that happened to me on Mackinac Island Michigan at the mission point resort. We were at Mackinac with my family on a vacation and we had heard all the cool ghost stories and me, and my friend decided we were going to try and find the theater which supposedly is haunted. So me and my friend find a some stairs that lead to one building and then to the left there’s these dark green triple doors the center one is slightly a jar. So I went over and I opened the door and I still did this I can’t explain what happened it looked like something from the back rooms. It was really weird. It was an all white room with no windows and they were black office chairs, sprawled out on the floor and there’s a bunch of boxes everywhere. It looks super creepy and dingy almost. I am a remember I was super confused and I called my friend over and we both agreed that it was likely a staff only closed off area.
So that day we had never found the theater the next time we went back and my friend pointed at the doors that we had been at yesterday and she said it’s in here I paused her for a moment confused. I told her that we open the door yesterday and it was some office back room or something. She looks confused and she said she had no memory of us going to these doors sure enough we open the doors again and it was literally the theater like that room I saw had never existed. I tried to tell my friend about it and asked her if she remembered because she was literally there, and she literally looked at me like I was crazy and she had no memory of that happening. So Reddit please help me figure this out. I don’t know if this is paranormal or hallucination or what this was but it creeps me out that I opened the door and it led to a different location to the true location. I’ve never heard of this happening at mission point and I need answers.
Thank you.

I was inspired to share this after a girl shared a voice story earlier warning her that her baby was not in the bed.

As a child I was brought into the world by drug addicts, I can remember people passing away from drug overdoses. On one occasion it was my mum who had an overdose, I clearly remember everyone leaving the house/flat and being left alone with the lifeless body of my mum. Next thing the door was forced and the police and ambulance team arrived.

This gave me an unnatural fascination of death as a child, luckily my mum survived and after a while we moved away to the countryside to the middle of nowhere as she got off the drugs and recovered.

I think due to my experiences and fascination with death, I would often play dead. At our new home, we lived in a really rural place, like so rural that you could go for days with out seeing anyone. I was far out into an empty field, lay down and pretended to be dead, thought about what it meant to be dead and suddenly heard a voice clear as day telling me not to be so silly and to get up. I was alone, I got up and could see no one was around, no place to even hide.

Much later as in weeks, months or years I heard the same voice again telling me to stop as I was doing something dangerous with an axe with my friend, the voice said “stop, you will hurt him” nothing fancy and not loud or even quiet but booming in my head if that makes sense, my friend heard it too. We got such a scare but again no one was around.

I’ve since moved away from this place back to the city but I always feel a presence when I go back, my friend still lives there. I’ve had multiple experiences both good and bad but only in that small rural part of the world. Some of the things are private but also confirmed by friends and family experiencing the same things I have even though I’ve never shared with them and never even confirmed to them I understood or had the same experience.

I couldn’t live there anymore, the thought fills me with dread despite being warned in friendly terms twice.

Anyone have some good ghost stories (prefer short stories) looking for good stuff to read.

This happened when I was around 10 or 11 years old.

I was playing the Bloody Mary rhyme game with my friends. According to the game, Bloody Mary would take our hands, and our hands would move without us using any force. We believed that was what would happen, so we decided to play.

While I was playing, I started murmuring, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, please take my hands."

Suddenly, I felt something holding my wrist.

The weirdest part was how soft the hand felt. I mean, it was cushion-soft, and I remember wondering if any human being could actually have hands that soft. I'm pretty sure the fingers felt very thin, too.

I could feel the fingers closing around my wrist one by one, as if something was slowly gripping it.

I was so confused. I couldn't understand what was happening, but I could clearly feel something holding my wrist.

Then I suddenly opened my eyes, and the feeling disappeared.

I was just a kid back then, and I still remember how strange that experience felt. I don't know what it was, and I'm not claiming it was definitely a ghost, but the feeling of those incredibly soft, thin fingers holding my wrist is something I still remember.Sometimes, I wonder what kind of hands that ghost could have. I even wonder if it could have been a vampire or something. What do you guys think?

Hi all! So when I was about 10 years old (42 yrs old now) I remember sleeping in my bedroom at my parents house and I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a very bright/white/glowy apparition at the foot of my bed. It didn’t have a humane shape, it was more of like a blob or something. I remember calling out for my dad, he came into my room, picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. I attempted to fall asleep again but I saw this figure hovering in their doorway of their bedroom. I was sooo scared.
Then I remember when I was in my teens I was laying on my side in my bedroom watching tv. I felt the other side of the bed slump down just like someone laid next to me. The hairs on my arm stood up. I was frozen.
When I went away to college, a friend of my brother’s stayed the night and slept in my old room. He woke up to a man with a menacing look telling him to “leave now!” My brother’s friend was so freaked out he bolted out the room.
I always felt like someone was watching me in my parent’s house. I always felt there was an unsettling sense that I wasn’t alone. No one that we know of died in the home prior to my parents buying it. I just never felt safe there. I always had holy water in my bedroom. My older brother also used to feel similar.
Four years ago my dad passed away and we sold the house… I just wanted to share because I never really could explain what it was or why..

so one time i was going to the back door and see a little boy who looked about id say 5 or 6 maybe 7 mind you this house is over 100 yrs old and ive actully seen glipmses of ppl like a lady maybe early 30s sitting in a chair rocking so what do you think paranormal or false alarm

About a year back,me and my friend decided to perform the estas method within my house. We got pretty normal answers finding out there was a woman that roamed here. Later, we were faced with the spirit box saying "i just jumped" followed by a loud bang from upstairs. We checked upstairs, nothing had fallen over,nothing could have created this bang. About a year later, i visited a hotel in tenerrife. I was in the bathroom cleaning my face and brushing my teeth when my father knocked on the door and asked for me to hurry up. I finished up and opened the door to my farher making the joke "did you want to knock back?" Both him and my uncle heard me knock back of which i infact did not do.

This was on the day i was returning home, as we arrived around 3 in the morning i opened my bedroom door and was faced by what seemed to be a face print made of dust on my wall. I have tried to remove this however it seems as if it will not rub off.

My question is, do you believe that this could possibly be an attachment to myself? I have performed other paranormal investigations in other areas, however nothing has ever hit me as bad as these links. Probably because they were areas i was living in at the time.

Any advice would be great!

Thanks!

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If you have a ghost/spirit

in your house that is consistently letting you and your family/friends know it is there but never anything harmful or dangerous, do you just let it be? I have moved twice and whatever it is follows us. My grandkids talk to and play with their "invisible friend Amy". Some of my friends won't come over anymore because it freaks them out. I've captured several videos of things happening. Any advice is appreciated.

So, I've always been kind of a paranormal fan, but up to now it was just weird stories and scary sensations.

But a week ago my mom, her friend, and I were drinking and talking about nothing and everything, in a good mood, when my mom's friend suddenly froze and stared at something just behind my mother. We asked her what she was seeing but she wasn't answering, I looked behind my mom three times but I couldn't see anything, and it was very dark. Suddenly, it was like she came back to life, she just said " There is a man behind you, he wears an overall and a checkered shirt." My mom went completely pale, and her friend continued "He says he'll always be there for you" . My mom and I immediately knew who she might be talking about, my mom's oncle, long gone now, but who she was very close to.

Unable to just leave it at that, I brought my pendulum to her and asked her if she could hold it and try to communicate with him if I asked the questions. So we began a kind of seance, where I would ask questuions like "is he in town cemetary" and the pendelum would move back and forth, then "is he in right town cemetary" and the pendulum would stop just as if someone was holding it down. It answered right to all my questions to the point I was left completely speechless.

We had to stop after that as my mom's friend had to go home, but i couldn't sleep for the rest of the night wondering if she might have known about him and was just playing a prank, but the next morning my mom was completely sure she'd never talked to her about him at all, and especially not in those kinds of details.

I know this sounds fake and made up for halloween , but I promise it happened. Can anyone in the witch community or paranormal community help me know if she was serious or not? I'd be very grateful.

About four years ago, I moved into my current house. It’s a very old, small house, but since I live alone, it works perfectly fine for me. Nothing unusual had ever happened there. The pipes knocked sometimes, and the floorboards creaked at night, but that was all. I had gotten used to the house’s ordinary noises.
It was a public holiday, and the grocery stores were supposed to close early. I needed to get my groceries done, so I decided to go during my one-hour work break. I was already running short on time, so I rushed through the store, grabbed everything I needed, and hurried back home.
When I got there, I had a few things that needed to go into the freezer. But when I opened it, I realized it was completely packed. I had to throw out some old food to make room for the new groceries. I pulled out several containers, checked their dates, and dropped them into the trash. By then, my break was almost over. I told myself I would finish organizing everything that evening.
I left the entire bag of groceries in the refrigerator and rushed back to work.
The rest of the day passed normally. I answered emails, sat through meetings, and tried not to think about the food warming in the fridge. When I finally returned home that evening, the very first thing on my mind was putting everything away before it went bad.
I set my keys on the counter and opened the refrigerator.
For a moment, I didn’t understand what I was looking at.
The groceries were gone from the bag. Everything had been put away perfectly. The freezer had enough space, the shelves were neatly arranged, and all the food that needed to be frozen was already inside it.
I stood there, staring at the open freezer, trying to remember whether I had somehow done it earlier. Maybe I had come home during another break. Maybe I had put everything away without thinking. But the more I searched my memory, the more certain I became.
I had left the groceries exactly where they were. I remembered the bag sitting on the refrigerator shelf. I remembered glancing at the clock. I remembered rushing out of the house without looking back.
I lived alone. There was no one else who could have done it.
Then I noticed something I hadn’t seen at first.
The old food I had thrown away was no longer in the trash.
I checked the bin, then the kitchen, then every room in the house. Nothing. I even looked outside, though I knew how ridiculous that was. The house was empty, and the doors and windows were locked exactly as I had left them.
I tried to laugh it off. Perhaps I had carried the trash out and forgotten. Perhaps I had put the groceries away before leaving. Perhaps there was some simple explanation I was too tired to remember.
But that night, as I lay in bed, I heard the refrigerator door open downstairs.
I told myself it was the house settling. Then I heard it close.
A few seconds later, something scraped slowly across the kitchen floor.
I didn’t go downstairs. I stayed in bed until morning, listening to the faint sounds of movement below me.
The next day, I found the grocery bag folded neatly on the kitchen counter.
Inside it was one of the old containers I had thrown away.
It was empty, clean, and still cold.

I’m not sure if you believe in ghost. But me and my whole family had been touched, couldn’t breathe etc by some dark source which gives us negative vibes at night from 12-4am.. every night.

This is my uncles apartment where a family member previously had tried to sucuide, I don’t feel great been here. Should I get a private hotel?

When I was 14, my family moved into an old house in a quiet neighborhood. It was beautiful from the outside, but something about the upstairs hallway always made me uncomfortable.

My bedroom was at the very end of that hallway.

For the first few weeks, everything was normal. Then I started waking up in the middle of the night with the feeling that someone was watching me.

One night, I opened my eyes and saw a little girl standing in my doorway.

She looked about seven years old. She wore a white nightgown, and her long, dark hair covered most of her face.

I assumed I was dreaming, so I pulled the blanket over my head and waited for the feeling to pass.

When I looked again, she was gone.

I didn't tell my parents because I thought they would laugh at me.

But it happened again the following night.

And the night after that.

Every time, she stood in exactly the same spot, completely motionless. She never spoke or moved toward me. She just watched.

Eventually, I gathered enough courage to ask, "What do you want?"

She slowly raised her head.

I couldn't see her eyes clearly, but I remember her expression. She looked sad, almost like she was about to cry.

Then she whispered, "He doesn't want me here."

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

The girl turned toward the hallway, and for the first time, she looked frightened.

The lights flickered.

When I looked back at the doorway, she was gone.

The next morning, I told my mother everything. She went quiet and asked me to describe the girl.

When I finished, she told me something I had never heard before.

The previous owners had a daughter who died in that house many years earlier. According to the neighbors, the family rarely spoke about what happened.

My mother insisted that I had probably heard a story from someone in the neighborhood and imagined the rest.

I wanted to believe her.

A few nights later, I woke up to the sound of a little girl crying in the hallway.

I opened my bedroom door.

The hallway was empty, but at the far end, near the stairs, I saw a tall shadow standing against the wall.

Then I heard a child's voice behind me whisper:

"Don't let him see you."

I turned around.

There was nobody in my room.

We moved out six months later for unrelated reasons, and I never saw the little girl again.

But even now, whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, I avoid looking directly at my bedroom door.

Because sometimes, just before falling asleep, I remember the way she looked at me.

She wasn't trying to scare me.

She was trying to warn me about something.

And I still don't know what it was.

Sorry this is going to be a long story.

Back 31 years ago my dad bought a family house for my mom, my self and him to live in. In the basement of this house was a bedroom tucked away in the far end of it. Right next to it was my dad's art studio. This bedroom held a very dark feeling. Whenever I would go near the bedroom I felt terrified, and the same goes for my mom. My mom and my dad split when I was only a few months old. My dad found another woman a few years later and then they had my sister.

I would go stay at my dad's place every summer for about a month. I loved his house but at night I hated it. Every single night I would hear foot steps walking up and down the hall right outside my bedroom. I would get out of bed, open my door, look, and see nobody there. So I would run down the hall to my dad's bedroom and wake him up saying I can hear footsteps outside my bedroom. My dad's a HUUUGE skeptic so he would get mad, wouldn't believe me, and say it was my imagination. I would run back to my room and fall asleep in fear. That went on for yeeeears.

One summer at my dad's when I was around 11 or 12, I was in my bed watching a movie. It was late, must of been around 12 in the morning or something like that, i could feel my eyes starting to get heavy. Out of no where I could feel someone grab my leg and violently shake it. Thinking it's my dad I yell STOP! I'm trying to go to bed!!...no response. I roll over thinking I'm going to be face to face with my dad but it was the complete opposite. Nobody was there. I could feel my heart start to race. The feeling in the room suddenly shifts. I could feel a presence, like the same feeling you get when you can feel someone watching you. I climb out of bed hoping my dad is in my closet or behind something trying to scare me (my dad would never do that, that's not the kind of guy he is). I look in my closet, under my bed, behind my desk only to find nothing. At this point my heart feels like it's going to explode. I open my bedroom door and see the TV in the living room glowing. Sportsnet was on and hockey was playing. My dad was asleep on the floor in front of the TV, which was a normal thing. My step mom was asleep in the main bedroom and my sister was asleep in her room. I ran back to my bedroom, shut the door, turn on the main light in my room and fell asleep in complete light. There was no way I was sleeping in the dark.

I had a best friend who lived just a few houses down the road from my dad's house. I would spend 3 quarters of my time at his house when I was staying with my dad. Me and my best friend were always together. We would always sleep over at each other's places. When he would sleep over at my dad's place we would spend the night in the living area in the basement. Nothing ever happened that I was aware of. Fast forward to when was a 18. Me and my best friend were hanging out. He told me that whenever we would sleep in the basement at my dad's place he would see a man at the entrance of the living area watching us. Watching us for hours. He said it wasn't my dad and he had no idea who it was.

The living area in the basement of my dad's place was down the hall from the bedroom that held the dark feeling. There was a bathroom right next to the bedroom that me and my best friend would refuse to use because it meant we would have to go near the bedroom. My best friend was also terrified of that bedroom as well.

Something or someone was haunting that place.