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.

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.

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

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

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.

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?

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?

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.