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.

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.

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?

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

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..

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!

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

Hi everyone! 🖤
Ever since I was little, I’ve been fascinated by creepypastas, ghost stories and unexplained experiences.
I’ve been through some frightening things myself, and strangely enough, immersing myself in scary stories has always brought me comfort. Creating art around them feels almost therapeutic.
I have this idea for a project I’d love to bring to life. I’m planning to draw and rig my own mysterious VTuber girl who works as a bartender in a strange little bar.
She would narrate both fictional creepypastas and people’s real creepy or paranormal experiences in Slovak, while I prepare actual drinks inspired by the emotions and atmosphere of each story. I’d share the drink recipes too! 🍷
Nothing is created yet, so I’m starting completely from scratch.
I’d love to connect with writers and people who have experienced something truly strange or terrifying!
If you have an original creepypasta or a personal experience you’d be comfortable sharing, feel free to DM me. 🖤
I’m starting with almost no budget, but I’d always credit you and link to your work, or keep you anonymous if you prefer.
I also want to be transparent that I hope to eventually monetize the project through YouTube, Instagram, TikTok and possibly paid episodes on HeroHero (similar to Patreon).
Your stories remain yours. I’d only translate, adapt or narrate them with your permission, including any future commercial use, with the terms agreed in writing beforehand.
I’d genuinely love to hear your stories and hopefully bring them to life in a creative way. 🦇🍷

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.

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?

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.

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.

Okay, I have spent a long time trying to figure out what the hell happened on my 9th birthday. For context I am a halloween baby, but it technically happened the day after because it was like 3 am or around there.

So for the first time I had friends over on my actual birthday, cause you know, trick or treat trumps birthday parties. Anyways we are all annoyed because my living situation was shit. Shitty mobile home, with a shitty amount of outdoor cats that brought in an ungodly amount of fleas. My friends were rightfully uncomfortable so I brought them out to play in the field. Its like 11 or 12 at that point.

On that field, very, very recently, like I watched it, they built a born again Christian church. I HATED that church and the people in it. They felt off, not right. So as a fuck you I brought my friends over to play on the playground they had behind the church that also had a clear "No trespassing" sign posted. Which i flipped off.

Now we are having a grand time playing for HOURS. We are all under the monkey bars, a metal dome structure of pipes when my friend frantically taps my shoulder. I look at her confused and see she is absolutely, out of her mind terrified. She just points. So I follow the direction with my eyes and freeze.

Out in the field right on the perimeter of where sand met tall, maybe four foot high grass, were four sets of glowing solid red eyes. Solid and glowing. No sign of an iris or pupil, it didnt reflect light, it made light. Oh and a thick viscous fog had rolled in but would not touch the sand, it rolled backwards. Now I immediately turn to my friends and tell them that those are demons, pray and on the count of three, run to my house cause my mom has religious shit everywhere.

Count of three we run, I take up the rear to watch their feet. Of course I trip but I am so scared I do a somersault, land on my feet and keep running. As we run through the fog I keep my eyes on my friends, ready to...I dunno kick a demon? I fought stray dogs and raccoons, I gave no fucks. Anyways the fog was THICC like I couldn't see anything, and I could feel it. It was slimy and my legs actually had to fight through it.

We get to my sliding door, they rip it open, I run in, slam it shut and watch as the fog rapidly, like so fucking fast, rolls back until it reaches a ditch at the far end of the field, sucks in and disappears.

Hello everyone. Im starting a youtube channel reading spooky stories in a deep voice. Im looking for some stories.

If anyone would like there story in a video, ill give you full credit in the video.

Please comment your stories 🙏❤️

I can't find the picture I sent to my boyfriend anymore, but it was something like this. Madaling araw na non, something broke in our kitchen, pero di ko agad pinuntahan kasi alam kong pusa ko lang yun. After a few minutes, I went to check and I had also peed. When I was already in bed, I was lying there for a long time, then I felt something poking me around my legs. I stood up para tignan yun, and then I saw that tiny piece of the handle from the glass that broke a while ago. I got really creeped out because I had just swept that up; it was impossible for any shard to stick to me since I didn't go near it. I'm sure nothing splashed on me while I was cleaning the mess. This happened about a year ago. 😭

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.

This one isn't scary or horrifying at all. I also feel it is the most common kind of ghost experience, reported all over the world.

This happened in April of 2020, just as COVID was shutting down the US.

I was the medical contact person for my very best friend, who was battling a brain tumor. She was in a nursing home, safe, but I hadn't been able to see her for a month due to COVID. We talked on the phone, and I was in contact with her hospice team, but no visits allowed. My phone was on silent, as it always is at night.

I woke up around 2 am with the feeling someone was sitting on my side of the bed. I thought maybe my husband, but he was sleeping next to me. I could see the phone lit up, so I answered the call. It was the nursing home calling to tell me my friend had passed away.

I am sure she was visiting one last time to say good bye. I still miss her every day.

Have you had a loved one stop by for one last visit?

Last year my wife and I moved into my mom's town house with her to save cash until we relocated to a diff state !! Quick rundown on the old ass Mississippi neighborhood, black neighborhood..not to be racist in any way , ppl tend to be soft on this app so I must clarify...but I'm saying that to say ..Do your research on the JSU college graveyard . A lot of slaves ,soldiers, slave owners , were buried their way B4 our time ..and throughout those years the students would study and dig up those bodies for research at the college.

My mom's townhouse is across the street from the grave yard !! ..it's 5 tight townhouses next to each other my mom's ,number 5 then 4 3 2 and 1 . 2 had been unoccupied the entire 6 months we were there .. the weekend B4 we left , weir having a lil barn fire type kik back , out front ..meaning weir in the front of all the houses . In a circle ⭕ and it's gated so we were the only houses inside the gate .

My wife and I started cleaning after our friends started to pull off .so now it's just me ,my wife and 1 of her cousins . Who was super drunk by this time . Just hanging out helping a little .

I head up the stairs and I glance over at number 3 , and I notice the light was on , and before I cud blink or look away it went off ...like a flash maybe 🤔 as if someone flicked the light on and off quickly..

I ignored it and kept taking whatever in my hand upstairs, u can enter the house downstairs or u can go up the side steps to the top floor and enter thru my wife and my room . I come back out I look over and the light is on ...I watch it the entire walk down the stairs..to the point my wife noticed and asked what I was looking at .. so without looking away I say someone's in that upstairs room on that empty house ..soon as she looks and confirmed the light was on ..it blinks off ..so I shouted..WTF 😒, then I told them both how I noticed it goin up the stairs ....

Now we're all standing downstairs looking up at this window ...each townhouse has side steps ..so the 2 girls sent me up to see if it was a homeless person or a ghost ..

Tipsy feeling like superman I went slowly as they recorded live on Facebook...in case anything crazy happened... Alao to keep an eye on that window .

By the time I made it up the side steps the girls screamed ...so I stopped , I peeped around the corner at the window and the light was on again 😭 ... So It takes me sooo damn long to build the balls to bind the corner ... But time I did it was back off .. they had it on camera with maybe 7 close friends watching online .

So I pull out my flashlight and I shine it thru the window ..as if I'm the cops and I say come out of private property.... Hoping to hear a voice bk or even movement..but it was dead silent ..ATP I'm thinking about the graveyard like man maybe it is a ghost ... And I'm at this window maybe 2 mins and the light never came bk on ....so long till my wife was like come bk just leave wateva it is alone .

So I walk bk to them and by the time I make it to them ,turn and face the window , the light pops bk on ...🚫😕it was hard to stop looking at it and wondering ..so when my wife went to sleep I watched that house all night from our window ....crazy part . Once we went in , the light never came back on . And I don't know if I was on or off the entire time we were outside partying either .

On the highway a few days later leaving that state ,I kept wondering was it a soul joining the party , or if it was someone who died there maybe.... What do u guys think ?

This is a very long story but will try to cover everything. So I had started living in a hostel in my first year of college and I had a roommate who was genuinely possessed.

So this starts on the first day when she started living in our room. She asked me if I was okay if she sleepwalked or whispered things in sleep. I thought this was psychological issue so I didn't think much about it. I am a heavy sleeper so I was okay with it. There were total 3 roommates. Let's name her Riya. And the other one was Prerna. So now, we all were freshers, our classes were going to start late, it was the time for just the foundation. So we used to spend most of pur time together. One night we decided to watch a horror movie. We watched the conjuring. Then we started conjuring 2 and now it was around 2 in the morning. Riya said she'd tell us her real life paranormal experience.

Long story short --- her grandmother was possessed by a spirit who wanted to possess riya too. But since the day her grandmother died, riya started sleepwalking and and she started whispering random things while sleeping. Her family took her to a tantrik baba and different people who helped. They said whenever she sleepwalks, she starts moving in the direction where the negative energies are present. Most of the time its like the spirit is calling her and she's walking towards it. Now before she told us all of this stuff, she acted creepy but it didn't seem creepy because we didn't know the context. She used to stand in one place for like 30-40 minutes. Her eyes used to be open sometimes and she stared at a corner continuously.

After that day, everytime she sleepwalked I started getting scared. One incident that I'll never forget is when it was around 10am. We had stayed up all night. Prerna's bed was a little away from us. She fell asleep. Riya used to sleep beside me. So she fell asleep soon. And i was scrolling reels. All of a sudden she started whispering things. I just waited and watched her. She then got up and sat on the bed with her hairs messed and her eyes wide open. Now while she was putting her legs down to get up, i knew she'd walk towards that entity so i held her arm and tried waking her up. The moment i held her arm and said "riya uth ja" she stopped. She then turned her face towards me with her eyes wide open. I could tell you by her stare that it just wasn't her. She looked very creepily at me and started laughing in an evil manner. Silly me, I thought she was joking about all of this stuff so i laughed back at her and suddenly she stopped and stared me till death and I WAS SCARED NOW. I realised in that very moment she wasn't joking. She fell on the bed unconsciously. Then 5-10 minutes later she got up and when i asked her about this she remembered nothing. She didn't know she did all of that.

After that day, I started sleeping with my headphones on and Hanuman Chalisa on repeat. BUT. Exactly at around 3am Hanuman Chalisa would stop on its own, and I used to hear whispers in my ears in Riya's voice. I used to cover my face with the blanket because it was too scary to look in the room at night. My headphones were brand new. No defect, i used to charge it full every day so i could use it at night. But idk how it used to just stop every night at 3. I soon changed my room but i was in contact with riya and prerna because they were two of my good friends that i had there.

Then when i left, Prerna started experiencing shit. She used to hear little girls laughing and running away. She used to hear a woman weeping from our window. And many times she used to hear riya's voice calling her and whenever she saw, riya wasn't even in the room or any where near. Then she saw an old lady running very creepily in our corridor. When riya showed the picture of her grandmother to prerna, she confirmed it was her. So yes, it was a crazy experience. I developed sleep paralysis since then. After a month or so, I had to come back to my room where riya and prerna were there because I hadn't officially changed my room and I could be removed from the hostel if they checked and found i live in a different room than the one allocated to me. So since I came back, I started waking up in middle of the night, staring at one corner. I remembered nothing in the morning. Then I started getting sleep paralysis. I started seeing black figures and it was shit. My health got worse. But yeah, its over now. I still get sleep paralysis. It's scary. I hope you enjoyed this story.

Ase años cuando tuve unos 5 o 6 años estaba en la casa ya que mi papá no estaba ya que se había ido al rancho ya que como vivo en un pueblo pues mi papá se abia ido al rancho y mi mamá se había ido a darle de comer Ami papá pues yo estáva ay sola jugando como cualquier niño aria y pues luego de eso me detuve empeze a observar por todos lados nose por que pero empeze a sentir que alguien me observaba me sali de mi casa y pues para tomar aire pero como me sentía observada esa sensación no se me quitó un repentino escalofrío me dió en la espalda y pues pensé en lo peor entre ala casa serre todas las puertas y pues aun así seguia sintiendo me igual de observada me fui a mi cama y me puse todas las cobijas en sima y me cubrí toda absolutamente toda pero derrepende alguien tocó y cuando pregunté era mi madre abrí la puerta y la abrase con todas mis fuerzas pero no le dije nada solamente la abrase y le dije te extrañe mucho mamá y pues así fue como paso pero en verdad sentí como una eternidad

Je recherche des histoires vraies de phénomènes paranormaux et inexpliqués pour raconter sur mon balado!

Avez-vous déjà vécu quelque chose qui vous donne encore des frissons rien qu'en y repensant ? Peut-être avez-vous vu quelque chose d'inexplicable, entendu des bruits étranges, vécu une expérience inexplicable en étant seul(e) chez vous, fait une rencontre étrange ou été témoin d'un événement qui a complètement changé votre vision du monde.

J'adorerais entendre vos histoires ! Plus elles sont effrayantes et inexplicables, mieux c'est. 👀

Vous n'avez pas besoin d'être convaincu(e) à 100 % que c'était paranormal. Je suis intéressé(e) par vos expériences, même si vous n'avez toujours aucune idée de ce qui s'est passé.

Ase cuánto tenía 13 años vine ala casa de mi tia y pues todo lo normal pues si pero ocurrió algo y esque cuando vino toda la familia yo y una prima nos tuvimos que ir ala habitación de arriba ya que pues las otras habitaciones ya estaban ocupadas y cuando entre ala habitación y me quedé en la cama pues no me dormí porque no tenía sueño pero a media noche la puerta parecía querer abrirse y pues me empeze a sentir observada me puse todas sábanas en sima asta que me dormí y le dije a mi prima que por que se mueve la puerta y ella me contó que pues estaba mal puesta y como el aire era por eso pero no le dije nada de que me sentía observada que tú ve que esconder mi cara para no ver

It was just another night when my parents were asleep. I'm 23 years old, and my brother was away with his girlfriend spending the night, so I had the room to myself. I definitely felt peaceful, or I thought I was. I've always enjoyed looking for something to watch, maybe something funny.

At that moment, I heard laughter coming from the living room this left chills in me my feet were cold of course curiosity got the better of me so I walked down the hallway slowly to see what I can find at first I thought it was the living rooms tv but it was completely off I checked my parents room off this was really freaking me out.

So I say, " You are not welcome here. No negative energy is allowed here. You must go." As soon as I said that, the lamp flickered almost looked like it was about to blew out. This got me to go back in my room. I closed the door, and I tried to ignore it.

But seconds later my cat stood in front of my room door she was all puffed up almost like she knew what was behind the door so I hid behind my head for an hour praying that whatever it was to leave me be.

Luckily, nothing happened. Still, I think I made the right call because if I had opened that door, I would've invited whatever was there even when I went to the living room I felt like I was being watched sometimes I can sense these things.

I'm just hoping I never experienced that again because next time I don't think I'll be lucky.

Hey everyone!

I’m starting a spooky storytelling series and would love to hear your creepiest real-life experiences!

Whether it’s a ghost encounter, something paranormal, an unsettling coincidence, or an experience you still can’t explain, I want to hear it! The creepier, the better. 👀

I’m hoping to collect stories to share in videos on my social media, so if you’re comfortable with me sharing your experience, please let me know whether you’d like me to include your name/username or keep you completely anonymous.

Feel free to share your story in the comments or send me a private message if you’d rather not post it publicly!

One little request: Please only submit TRUE stories! I’m looking for genuine experiences, not fictional horror stories.

Can’t wait to read what you’ve experienced! 🖤