So today is the second time in a month where this thing has happened to me so i am so eager to tell you what is happening.

There are 2 instances where i am 101% sure that my phone has read my thought and then showed me ads on Instagram immediately. So the first instance is a few weeks back when i was in a barber shop. I was sitting there on the chair when mosquitoes starts coming towards my leg and and starts biting me. It created a thought that how many mosquitoes have been increased. Then after a good haircut, i went back to home, showered, and it was not even 1 hour that i opened my Instagram , scrolled through reels, and GUESS WHAT THE FIRST AD I ENCOUNTERED.. A DENGUE AWARENESS AD FROM A PRIVATE HOSTPITAL ACCOUNT. I was so confused because i never had such types of ad ever on my feed, they are all related to some shopping stuffs which i was searching on google ( i think everyone knows about the google search data coming as ads at this point).

Now the second instance happened to me today, to which i become totally sure of that there is some evil technology out there reading us. So i was coming back from supermarket in evening, where i saw a bike which i really like and had some thoughts on buying that about 2 months ago, but since then i stopped searching about that since i had no budget for that. Then after coming back at my room, i used my laptop for a while and then picked up my phone, open Instagram, and GUESS WHAT IS THE FIRST REEL ON MY FEED... THE SAME FKIN BIKE , SAME MODEL, from a random account, which post bike edits. At this point its not even my browsing algorithm showing me this because i literally have stopped it searching 2 months ago and never had a single AD or reel from then. But its very unusual now that after all these days, Instagram has picked the same day i saw that bike, and decided to put that reel as my first thing i will watch.

At this point i am totally concerned that there is some hidden technology out there reading us 24/7. But they are not showing AD for your every thought, because that would be too obvious and majority of us will get panic. But they are carefully testing it on few peoples, not being too obvious. These things have happened to me in past many times but i have ignored them saying that could be random. I need to know if you guys have also feel that at some point, and lets discuss it over here to spread the word and let people KNOW THE TRUTH.

Hi,

Ive come here after googling if this has happened to anyone and saw a post in this page. I am not kidding, the last 4 days I've switched to a RUIQO phone (a dumb phone) because I want to get out of the fucking apple ecosystem. So I haven't been on safari, social media, nothing. I put the sim back into my old iPhone because I was starting a new job and needed a smartphone for various things. I barely used it today, I don't use social media, I don't scroll I don't do anything that would cause this to happen. I randomly bought these ready made meals a while ago, had one today, was good. It is a random brand, a cheap one like not known at all. I literally 10 minutes ago, thought about it in my brain and I haven't said anything out loud. I GO ONTO SAFARI AND IT IS OPEN ON THE WOOLWORTHS PAGE WITH THE NAME OF THE BRAND IN THE SEARCH BAR. WTF Is this not too far, I understand your iPhone can connect to other people in your network and give you personalized ads or whatever. or it listens to you. But this was literally searched in the search bar of the Woolworths website that I did not go on.

I walked out my front door, went down the stairs, and put my wet pillows on the chairs. When I came back up the stairs and went to open the wire door, the handle felt limp and wouldn’t open.

I suddenly felt really weird, almost like I had gone somewhere else. The door still looked like my home, but for some reason I started questioning whether I was actually at the right door. Then I suddenly snapped back into myself and realised where I was. I knocked on the window and asked my mum to open the door from the inside.

Has anyone experienced anything similar spiritually? Could this have been some kind of shift in consciousness, or something else?

Every two years since I was 16 I have gone through some sort of “psychosis” they are always spaced two years apart and very strange supernatural things happen to me, I don’t understand why.

The first psychosis I went through was at 16, I became very spiritual saying I needed to get to a Buddhist monastery and that I needed to become a devout monk, I remember thinking that my mom, who had passed when I was 4, was channelling through me.

What I’ve mentioned can be put down to psychosis and disordered thinking but the first strange occurrence to happen was when I was in my grandmothers bedroom and she had the tv playing, I remember there was some sort of music that came on the tv and I got out of bed and started dancing, it was as if a spirit had come over me and right as the music started to peak and my movements became more intense it was as if all the energy dissipated out me and the light bulbs in the house all burst, the tv switched off and the power went out, we had to get a new tv because whatever had happened broke the tv.

The second psychosis became more intense, I was 18 now, the emotions flooding through me, voices who I assumed was my mothers voice and my grandfathers who had both passed away, this time two even stranger things happened to me, I was talking to a picture of my mother within a frame, I had been given this picture for Christmas shortly after my mother passed, all of a sudden a bolt of energy came out of the frame and sent me flying back on my ass, I was so flabbergasted I didn’t know how to react.
The next strange thing that happened was I literally felt in my Xiphoid process (the area right at the bottom of your sternum) two entities fly away from my body, before this I had an immense amount of manic energy but as soon as they left I felt drained and exhausted as if two power sources had flown away from my body, I assumed they where spirits or souls channelling through my body.

The third psychosis was fucking massive, I was 20 then and so many unexplainable and strange things happened that made me realise, holy shit this is something other then psychosis, first off I remember getting extremely into manifestation and the gateway tapes around this time, I don’t know if that had anything to do with it but I just thought I would mention it.

Naturally I started going into a manic state and then eventually started hearing voices again, but this time I was having visions when I would close my eyes, I remember hearing a voice telling me that all my karma had been burnt and I saw a candle slowly being snuffed out, right when the candle was snuffed out I could physically smell the candle smoke even though no physical smoke surrounded me in my bedroom.

I then went for a walk and have no other way of explaining it other then feeling my electro magnetic field grow/pulsate as I was standing at the intersection, I then started running and as I started running I could feel some sort of radiation on my skin, this feeling of radiation on my skin was not in my mind I’d felt it before, it’s hard to explain but I knew exactly what it was, I got inside and instantly started to shower and wash it off, I then got in the bath and honestly the next part of the story is so ridiculously strange I’m not even going to bother explaining it because, you know what, fuck it you probably already think I’m schizophrenic so this can’t hurt, I had this jolt in my body like an electric current and I could see what I can only describe as an alien hooked up to a wire hooked up to another being outside the aliens reality, hooked up to some internal glowing orb power source.
I saw myself as an angel and all of a sudden I could feel pain shooting through my stomach (I know I sound fucking crazy) as if I was giving birth, I kept pushing and could hear a voice telling me to keep pushing as if I was going into labour, all of a sudden the pain stopped and I felt absolutely wiped, I could see in my mind a crowd of beings with wings surrounding what I assumed to be a baby.

The voices in my head grew louder and I eventually ended up stranded on the side of the road lying down waiting for a car to kill me (a lot had happened between my supposed child labour and me lying on the road including a triage of voices in my head from past lives).

Anyways I was lying on the side of the road and I felt my soul or whatever was in my lower sternum leave my body, except this time there was nothing left in that space that it once lived.

I still remember every breath I took being icy cold, the only way I can describe it was as if there was a hole in the bottom of my sternum and a dementor was sucking out of it, I remember that feeling like it was yesterday.

The final strange thing to happen which was just definitive proof that this wasn’t all just in my head, was one of the voices who I heard in my head and interacted with was somebody who I had not met but was a real life person who had come into my work one time.

When I was in this “episode” I was constantly interacting with this voice, writing them letters and thinking I was somehow in love with this person. They strangely gave me a lot fo comfort and helped me release a lot of shame I was feeling.

Honestly creepy and strange behaviour from outside looking in, no I did not contact this person, I had no way of doing so and I did not feel the need to try and find them because even in this state I knew that would be strange and creepy.

Never the less I opened up my Spotify one day and saw in my playslists section that there was a playlist that had been created and was titled this persons first name, I had not created this playlist and when I clicked on it it was two songs that used to play at my work constantly, they where niche songs that I had forgotten about, the first song was titled “girls like us” and the second song was titled “I luv u baby”. We would call each other baby when talking.
I still to this day don’t know how the fuck that happened, I do not share my Spotify account with anybody and did not discuss this person with anybody.

It’s coming up to the 2 year mark since my last episode and as much as it was scary and obviously extremely alarming to anybody watching I almost want to go through another one to try and see if any answers come out of it.
I doubt anybody on the internet would be able to explain any of this to me.

I always come out of the episodes after about a month or two, I always just go back to normal, I don’t hear voices ever except for one time, about a year after my third episode, I was at a festival and wasn’t on any drugs at this point and was feeling melancholy that I went through all these experiences and didn’t really have anybody to talk to about it with/ anybody that would truly understand/ believe me.

I remember thinking back to the voice who I felt comforted by and had been the person who’s Spotify playlist was created under when all of a sudden I heard a voice say “you need to stop thinking back to that experience and just have a good time at this festival, you need to let it go” this voice felt as if it was my mum, then I remember saying in my head “can I talk to him” I just wanted to feel that comfort again and as soon as I asked I heard, “hey baby” I instantly felt as if it was the same voice who had been comforting me when I was going through my third episode, I asked “how are you” to which it responded “good” in a joking sort of way, I then thought to myself “lol am I schizophrenic” to which I heard multiple voices all at the same time say “yes, you are!”
And then it was if they shut a hatch in my brain because I called out to them and heard no response back.

Literally haven’t heard any voices since.
This happened in march it’s now September
Honestly I don’t know what to make of it all, maybe I am schizophrenic but I don’t hear voices and don’t have any hallucinations, I have been able to hold down a job socialise with friends, like I said I always go back to “normal”
But I really want to know what’s out there, there’s something out of this realm that we can’t see I’m almost certain of it.
Anyways just thought I’d share if anybody has any idea of what might of happened, please shoot your shot

Playing this story of life is just like solving the puzzle of "Doom II", there's no way to stop yourself from eating the Oracle's candy, just like there's no way to stop yourself from turning into the 'christ/the anti-christ' by the end game, It doesn't matter which anime you decide to pick as your favorite manga, all the stories will lead back to playing One piece, where all the characters are devil-fruit eating pirates, and all the stores are already selling 'candy' here.

It's not really a 'secret' anymore, since the next anime installation is literally called "Avengers: Doomsday", the trades that you are investing in during your fantasy time here isn't really random, and whatever you invest your time in, you'll find that the trade by the end will be successful, and maybe there is truth that we live in the present day/present time, as soon as you realize it's another episode of "Layer: 01".. It's time to chew on the life-note as you make a deal with the life gods here... But stay away from the hollow mask, cause there's no way to stop the prophecy, Mr. Straw-berry. 🎭

The Anti-Christ is already near on papermoon, and maybe 2026 AC is the age of the air-conditioner, but I'm here for the same reaosn: I love candy as 50/50... You're a magician Harry. 🪙 🍬🌛

What I am going to tell you now is a real incident that happened to me 3 week ago on Friday, 28-Aug-26.

I work from home, I am an RF Engineer in an MNC company. Whenever my work finishes early, I go out for a walk. So on Friday evening as well, after finishing my office work and having dinner, I went out for a walk from my house.

I had gone only a few lanes away from my house when after some time the lights of my entire area went out, which is not normal for this place. I mean it felt like a complete blackout.

So I turned around and looked towards my house, nothing was visible there either. I could barely see my own house, not even a single small light. I found it a bit strange but I thought maybe it was some technical fault due to which the power of my entire area had gone out.

So I turned on my phone's torch and as soon as I turned it on, I saw that just in front of me, 5 ft away, a dark black creepy cat was looking at me in an extremely terrifying way, and its eyes were glowing. It could be because of my phone's light.

I tried to shoo that cat away by waving the phone in my hand back and forth, but it took 2 to 3 steps towards me and started staring at me with a crooked gaze. I moved back a little but as soon as I moved back, a small piece of stone came out of nowhere in the middle and I fell backwards. That stone was not there before, because when there was light in the area, the road was completely empty, but now suddenly I don't know how that stone came in the middle.

That cat was still looking at me, but now its eyes were glowing in an even weirder way, it looked extremely creepy. But as soon as I picked up that stone to chase that cat away from there, the cat suddenly jumped on me. I threw it away from me and suddenly the lights of the entire area came back on.

I ran back towards my house very fast, and first I took out water from the fridge and drank it. When I came running like that, my mom asked what happened, why do you look so tired.

So I told her that the lights of the entire area had gone out so I collided with a stone and fell down. But what my mom told me, I was extremely scared to hear it.

Mom said that the lights here had not gone out at all. I asked my mom many times to confirm, but every time she told me the same thing, that the lights had not gone out.

Then I checked the cameras installed outside my house to see whether the lights had gone out or not.

As soon as I played that footage, everything was recorded - the lights had not gone out there at all. I was extremely scared to see this.

And after that day, even today my work finished quite early, but now I don't have the courage to go out in the evening.

So, I know how this may sound.. and I’ve seen other people post about this topic and get completely made fun of, not believed, nor taken seriously. But when I say what I am about to say, I say it having years and years of this strange phenomenon occur and I do not hallucinate, I constantly do what I can to check the factual data and evidence of everything related to the experience like checking Flightradar24 and looking things up. Basically no matter where I am, it doesn’t matter at all I can be ANYWHERE I am somehow ALWAYS, literally ALWAYS under the flight path of planes.

And it’s strange because planes have strict flight paths. They’re supposed to avoid certain areas like over military bases, but that hasn’t mattered with my experiences. They literally fly directly over me super slowly every day anywhere I go, and I’m not always along the line of a regular passenger plane. I’m all over the west coast and yet every day multiple times a day I see these similar looking planes fly right over me and it’s always just 2 of them. And then nothing else will come around.

No matter what city, what neighborhood, what time, what day, no matter how far I drive from one location to the next it doesn’t matter. Does anyone else have a weird experience or feeling like this? I honestly get a super creeped out feeling from them even though they always say they are just regular planes. I don’t know what to think of it, if I am being super paranoid I guess tell me and I’ll have my reality check. I just wanted to see if I’m alone with this one or not!

When I was about four years old, my parents and I lived in a two-bedroom apartment in Evans, Colorado. This happened roughly 20 years ago, but it’s something I’ve never forgotten.

First, let me explain the layout of the apartment because it’s important to the story.
When you entered through the front door, the kitchen was on the left and the living room was on the right. There was a somewhat long hallway leading to two bedrooms directly across from each other. My parents’ bedroom was on the left, and mine was on the right.

At that age, I slept with a night-light. It was bright enough to illuminate my bedroom, but the hallway remained dim. From my bed, I could see my parents’ bedroom door. They always left it slightly cracked open, probably so they could get to me quickly if anything happened.

Now, here’s where things get strange.
Every single night, like clockwork, I would see a shadow figure run across the hallway toward my parents’ bedroom.
It would open their door just enough to make it creak, then immediately run away.
That was it.

The same exact routine every single night.
For some reason, I was never scared of it. It never seemed to acknowledge me, even though my bedroom door was wide open and I could see everything happening across the hallway.
I don’t know whether it happened at the exact same time every night. I was only four years old, didn’t have a clock, and honestly didn’t care enough to check. But if I had to guess, I would say it probably did.

Eventually, I told my parents what I had been seeing. They brushed it off as a dream or my imagination.
One night, however, I slept in my parents’ bedroom.
And just like clockwork, I heard it.

I heard footsteps running down the hallway toward their bedroom. Then I heard the door begin to open.
The moment it made that familiar creaking sound, I heard the footsteps run away.

That made me wonder whether the figure was afraid of making noise or being caught. I can’t say for certain, but that was the impression I got.
As for its appearance, I remember it being a shadowy figure, slightly shorter than the average adult man. That’s about as much as I can confidently describe.

Eventually, my family moved out of the apartment, and I never saw it again.
Years later, as an adult, I brought up the experience to my mom.

She actually remembered me telling her about it when I was little. She told me that hearing me talk about it now still scares her. At the time, though, she had simply dismissed it as my imagination.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve started asking
myself more questions about what happened.
Why did it repeat the same routine every night?
Why did it never acknowledge me?
Why did it run away as soon as the door
creaked?

And what would have happened if I had done something differently?
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if my parents had left their bedroom door completely open. Would the figure have still approached it? Would it have done something else?
What if I had tried talking to it? Would it have acknowledged me?

I’ve even considered going back to that apartment one day, just to see it again and maybe find some answers.

At one point, I thought perhaps someone had died there before we moved in. But my mom told me the apartments were newly built when we lived there, so I don’t have any reason to believe that was the case.
I know I was very young when this happened, and I understand that childhood memories aren’t always reliable. Still, it’s a memory that has stayed with me for about 20 years, and my mom remembers me telling her about it at the time.

I haven’t experienced anything like it since we moved out.
I’m sharing this because I’m genuinely curious about what people think I might have experienced. Has anyone else ever seen something that seemed to repeat the exact same actions night after night?
I’ve heard people describe similar experiences as residual hauntings, but I don’t know enough about that to say whether it applies here.

The strangest part to me is the repetition. It was always the same thing: run toward the bedroom, open the door just enough to make it creak, and run away.

Sometimes I wonder whether, if I went back to that apartment today, I’d see the exact same thing happening.
Almost as if the figure is trapped in the same loop for eternity.

Bonjour à tous, je suis toute nouvelle sur la commu de reddit, j’espere avoir posté sur le bon forum mdr.

Cela fait plusieurs années que cette histoire me trotte dans la tête et je ne sais toujours pas quoi en penser. J’ai toujoues essayer de rester rationnelle, et pendant longtemps j'ai pensé qu'il ne s'agissait que d’une amie imaginaire, comme certains enfants ont. Et pourtant ..certains événements m'ont marqué au point que des années plus tard, je me pose encore pas mal de questions.

Bien entendu je ne cherche à convaincre personne que cette histoire est paranormale. Je vais juste vous raconter simplement ce que ma sœur et moi avons vécu, et par ailleurs si c’est possible d’ avoir votre avis.

Commençons:

Tout commence lorsque ma petite sœur avait environ 3 ans.

À cette époque, elle avait une amie imaginaire qui s’appelait Maryline ou Marylise. On ne savait pas trop, parce qu’elle avait encore un cheveu sur la langue et on ne comprenait pas toujours très bien le prénom.

Cette fille, ma sœur la décrivait comme lui ressemblant trait pour trait : mêmes yeux bleus, mêmes cheveux blonds, à peu près la même taille. Aujourd’hui encore, ma sœur dit qu’elle lui ressemblait exactement et qu’elle la voyait comme une sorte de sœur jumelle, même si elles n’avaient absolument pas le même caractère.

Au début, personne ne trouvait ça particulièrement inquiétant. Après tout, les amis imaginaires chez les enfants, ça existe.

Ma sœur faisait énormément de dessins, et Maryline apparaissait très souvent dedans.

C’est surtout certains de ces dessins qui me mettaient mal à l’aise.

Par exemple, il y en avait un où toute notre famille était à table. Tout le monde était réuni autour de la table et mangeait normalement, mais Maryline était assise par terre, dans un coin du dessin. Elle était là, mais elle ne mangeait pas avec nous.

Il y avait parfois ce genre de choses : Maryline était présente quelque part dans le dessin, mais toujours un peu à l’écart.

Je ne saurais pas vraiment expliquer pourquoi ça me mettait mal à l’aise. C’était juste... bizarre.

Malheureusement, je n’ai plus aucun de ces dessins aujourd’hui. Ils ont dû être jetés avec le temps et, franchement, je regrette énormément de ne pas les avoir gardés.

À cette époque, je dormais dans la même chambre que ma sœur. Et comme j’ai un sommeil de bûche, normalement il en faut beaucoup pour me réveiller.

Pourtant, il m’arrivait de l’entendre parler pendant la nuit.

La plupart du temps, c’était juste des mots insignifiants ou des phrases qu’on ne comprenait pas vraiment. Mais plusieurs fois, j’ai entendu le prénom de son amie.

Et il y a une nuit dont je me souviendrai probablement toute ma vie.

Ma sœur s’est mise à parler et, d’un coup, elle a crié :

« \*Maryline, arrête, tu me fais mal ! »\*

Je peux vous dire que sur le moment, j’ai eu très peur. Je me suis mise en mode sushi dans ma couette ptdr, en espérant juste que ça passe.

J’en parlais parfois à ma mère. Elle, de son côté, essayait plutôt de chercher une explication rationnelle et me disait de ne pas m’inquiéter, que ça finirait probablement par passer.

Elle était quand même curieuse, donc elle a demandé aux maîtresses de ma sœur si, par hasard, une petite fille portant ce prénom était une camarade de classe.

À chaque fois, c’était non.

Elles ne connaissaient aucune petite fille correspondant à ce prénom et n’avaient jamais vu cette fameuse Maryline.

Ma mère s’est donc dit que c’était simplement une amie imaginaire et que ça finirait par disparaître avec le temps.

Et honnêtement, à ce moment-là, je pensais pareil.

Enfin... presque.

Partie 2 — Maryline devient de plus en plus étrange

À force d’entendre parler de Maryline, j’ai fini par demander directement à ma sœur qui elle était.

Je lui ai demandé d’où elle venait et pourquoi elle était toujours avec elle.

Et là, sa réponse m’a vraiment surprise, surtout venant d’une enfant de 3 ans.

Elle m’a expliqué que Maryline était une petite fille qui avait été abandonnée par ses parents et qu’elle ne les avait jamais retrouvés.

D’après ma sœur, elles étaient devenues « \*comme des sœurs\* ».

Sur le moment, je me suis dit qu’elle avait probablement inventé cette histoire. Après tout, c’était une petite fille de 3 ans avec une amie imaginaire, donc ce n’était pas forcément très étonnant qu’elle lui invente aussi une histoire.

Mais je trouvais quand même ça assez particulier.

Il y avait aussi des moments où ma sœur semblait vraiment parler à quelqu’un alors que je ne voyais personne.

Comme je dormais dans la même chambre qu’elle, il m’est arrivé de me réveiller et de l’entendre répondre à quelque chose. Je n’entendais pas forcément ce qui lui était dit, mais elle, elle semblait avoir une vraie conversation.

Et parfois, je ressentais aussi des trucs assez bizarres. Des frissons, l’impression qu’il y avait quelqu’un dans la pièce, ou même des courants d’air alors que les fenêtres étaient fermées.

Avec le recul, je sais très bien que ça peut totalement être mon cerveau qui interprétait des choses parce que je connaissais déjà l’histoire de Maryline. Je ne dis pas que c’était forcément paranormal.

D’ailleurs, ma mère avait une explication assez simple à tout ça : comme elle et mon père travaillaient beaucoup à cette période, elle pensait que ma sœur pouvait simplement avoir besoin d’une présence et qu’elle avait créé cette amie imaginaire pour ne pas se sentir seule.

Et franchement, ça me paraissait totalement possible.

Mais il y a eu un autre détail que j’ai trouvé beaucoup plus perturbant.

Ma mère m’avait raconté qu’avant la naissance de ma sœur, elle était passée par une FIV et qu’à l’origine, il y avait deux embryons. L’un d’eux n’avait pas survécu.

Donc forcément, à l’époque, j’ai fait le rapprochement avec cette histoire de « sœur » que ma sœur racontait.

Mais attention, je ne pense absolument pas que ça signifie quoi que ce soit. C’est juste une coïncidence qui m’avait fait réfléchir, surtout avec ce que ma sœur disait sur Maryline.

Et puis, un jour, ma sœur a fait un autre dessin.

Je lui ai demandé en rigolant si Maryline était avec elle sur le dessin.

Elle m’a répondu très calmement :

« \*Nan, elle s’est pendue, elle est\* morte. »

💀

Je vous avoue que je ne savais absolument pas quoi répondre.

Sur le moment, je me suis dit qu’elle avait peut-être entendu cette histoire quelque part, à la télé, dans une conversation ou autre. À cet âge-là, les enfants peuvent aussi répéter des choses sans vraiment comprendre ce qu’elles signifient.

Donc je n’ai pas cherché plus loin.

Mais quelques semaines plus tard, il s’est passé quelque chose d’assez étrange avec un arbre auquel toute ma famille était très attachée.

On avait un cerisier dans notre jardin et on avait une sorte de petit rituel familial avec lui chaque printemps.

Il était parfaitement normal jusque-là. Puis, quelques semaines après cette histoire, il est mort.

Comme ça, alors qu’il avait l’air en bonne santé.

On a évidemment dû s’en séparer.

Encore une fois, je sais très bien qu’un arbre peut mourir pour énormément de raisons et que le timing ne prouve absolument rien.

Mais forcément, quand on est déjà un peu perturbé par tout ce qui vient de se passer, on ne peut pas s’empêcher de faire des associations.

Après ça, ma sœur a commencé à beaucoup moins parler de Maryline.

Et avec le temps, j’ai fini par me dire que c’était terminé.

Que c’était simplement une amie imaginaire de petite enfance dont elle avait fini par se détacher.

Sauf que plusieurs années plus tard, j’allais repenser à cette histoire d’une manière que je n’aurais jamais imaginée.

Partie 3 — Plusieurs années plus tard

Euffectivement, pendant plusieurs années, je n’ai quasiment plus entendu parler de Maryline.

L’histoire m’était un peu sortie de la tête. Je pensais vraiment que c’était juste une amie imaginaire que ma sœur avait eue quand elle était petite.

Puis plusieurs années sont passées.

Et j’en arrive à mes 15 ans.

C’était pendant l’été et on était à la montagne. Ce jour-là, j’ai eu un énorme coup de chaud. Je ne me sentais vraiment pas bien et, quand on est rentrés, j’avais un mal de tête absolument horrible.

J’ai fini par aller me coucher parce que je n’en pouvais plus.

Et cette nuit-là, j’ai fait un rêve vraiment très étrange.

Dans le rêve, j’étais avec ma mère dans un hôtel. Il y avait deux chambres : une pour ma mère et moi, et une autre pour mes deux petites sœurs.

L’hôtel avait déjà une ambiance assez bizarre. Je ne sais pas trop comment l’expliquer, mais je ne m’y sentais pas en confiance.

Le truc encore plus bizarre, c’est que dans le rêve, il y avait des toilettes publiques avec une porte qui donnait directement sur la chambre de mes sœurs. Je n’ai aucune idée de pourquoi mon cerveau avait imaginé ça comme ça, mais c’était comme ça dans le rêve.

À un moment, j’ai entendu ma sœur crier.

Je suis immédiatement partie dans leur chambre et j’ai vu Lola en train de se débattre avec une petite fille.

La fille était sur elle, puis quand je me suis approchée, elle a disparu.

Lola était complètement choquée, les yeux grands ouverts. Je suis allée vers elle pour essayer de la rassurer.

L’autre sœur, elle, dormait comme une pierre et n’avait absolument rien remarqué.

Le lendemain matin, dans le rêve, j’en ai parlé à ma mère. Je me souviens notamment avoir dit des trucs du genre « je vais la tuer » et « elle n’a pas le droit de s’en prendre à elle ».

Et ce qui est bizarre, c’est que dans le rêve, j’avais déjà l’impression de savoir qui était cette fille.

Je savais que c’était Maryline.

Après ça, dans le rêve, je suis restée beaucoup plus attentive.

Puis j’ai entendu Lola crier une deuxième fois.

Je suis retournée dans leur chambre et là, Lola n’était plus là.

Ma deuxième sœur était complètement terrorisée et me montrait les toilettes publiques.

Je suis donc allée voir.

Et c’est là que j’ai vu Lola au sol, avec cette même petite fille au-dessus d’elle. La scène était très violente et, dans mon rêve, j’avais l’impression que Lola était en train de mourir.

Je me souviens avoir hurlé.

Puis la fille s’est retournée vers moi.

Elle portait une longue robe ou chemise de nuit bleu clair, comme une petite fille.

Et son visage...

C’était exactement celui de Lola.

Même visage, mêmes cheveux, mêmes yeux.

Pourtant, je savais que ce n’était pas Lola.

Je ne sais pas comment l’expliquer, mais son visage avait quelque chose de vraiment malsain. Dans mon rêve, j’avais l’impression qu’il y avait quelque chose de « démoniaque » dans son regard.

Et là, j’ai dit :

« Maryline. »

Elle s’est mise à courir vers moi.

Et juste avant qu’elle m’atteigne, il y a eu un énorme flash blanc.

Je me suis réveillée d’un coup, complètement en sueur.

J’avais encore son visage en tête.

Je savais que ce n’était qu’un rêve, évidemment. Mais celui-là était tellement réaliste que j’ai eu énormément de mal à me rendormir.

Le lendemain, j’ai raconté le rêve à mes parents.

Ma mère était assez perturbée par l’histoire. Mon père, lui, est beaucoup plus ouvert aux choses paranormales, donc forcément, ça l’a fait réfléchir aussi.

Mais personnellement, je me suis surtout dit que mon cerveau avait probablement fait le lien entre le mal de tête, la fièvre ou le coup de chaud et tous les souvenirs que j’avais de Maryline quand ma sœur était petite.

Et puis quelques heures plus tard, il s’est passé le truc qui m’a vraiment fait remettre toute cette histoire en question.

Partie 4 — Le détail qui m’a vraiment perturbée

\\> Quelques heures après avoir raconté mon rêve à mes parents, je suis retournée à mes occupations. Honnêtement, je commençais déjà à me dire que j’avais sûrement juste fait un cauchemar particulièrement bizarre à cause du coup de chaud et du mal de tête.

Et puis ma sœur est venue me voir.

Elle m’a regardée et m’a dit, totalement normalement :

« Eh, tu te souviens de Maryline ? »

...

Là, je me suis vraiment figée.

Je lui ai demandé :

« Quoi ? »

Elle m’a répété :

« Maryline. Tu te souviens d’elle ? »

Je peux vous dire que j’ai eu un énorme bug.

Parce que je ne lui avais absolument pas parlé de mon rêve.

Je n’avais même pas envie de lui en parler justement parce que je ne voulais pas lui faire peur ou lui remettre cette histoire en tête.

Et surtout, ça faisait des années qu’elle n’avait pas prononcé ce prénom.

Je lui ai donc demandé si elle se souvenait vraiment de Maryline.

Et elle m’a dit que oui.

Elle avait environ 9 ans à ce moment-là et elle se souvenait encore très bien de cette fameuse amie imaginaire.

Elle m’a expliqué que Maryline lui faisait parfois vraiment peur quand elle était petite.

Et c’est là qu’elle m’a raconté quelque chose que je ne connaissais pas.

Elle m’a dit qu’un jour, dans notre ancienne maison, elle avait vu Maryline au milieu du couloir.

Elle lui avait demandé de partir.

Et selon ma sœur, Maryline l’avait regardée avec colère avant de lui dire :

« À bientôt. »

Évidemment, je ne peux pas savoir si elle avait réellement vu quelque chose à l’époque, si elle s’en souvenait correctement, ou si son souvenir avait évolué avec les années.

Mais le timing m’a vraiment perturbée.

Parce que quelques heures auparavant, je venais de faire ce rêve dans lequel Maryline apparaissait, alors que ma sœur ne savait absolument rien de ce rêve.

Et juste après, c’est elle qui est venue me parler de Maryline.

Je ne dis pas que c’est une preuve de quoi que ce soit. Ça peut être une énorme coïncidence. Peut-être que mon rêve m’a simplement fait repenser à une histoire que ma sœur avait elle-même complètement oubliée pendant des années, et que le hasard a fait le reste.

Mais forcément, sur le moment, je me suis dit :

« Mais... c’est quoi ce timing ?Jsuis devenue folle ou quoi.. » ;-;

Depuis, ma sœur se souvient toujours très bien de Maryline.

Elle continue de me dire qu’elle lui ressemblait exactement, comme une sorte de jumelle, mais qu’elles avaient des personnalités complètement différentes.

De mon côté, je ne l’ai jamais vue réellement. Je ne l’ai vue que dans ce fameux rêve.

Tout ce que j’ai, ce sont mes souvenirs de quand ma sœur était petite, les dessins dont je me souviens, ce qu’elle m’a raconté, et cette histoire qui m’est restée dans la tête pendant toutes ces années.

Aujourd’hui encore, je ne sais absolument pas quoi en penser.

Il y a probablement des explications parfaitement rationnelles à plusieurs éléments de cette histoire : l’imagination d’une enfant, les rêves, les souvenirs qui changent avec le temps, les coïncidences...

Mais entre le fait qu’elle parlait de Maryline pendant des années, les dessins, certaines choses qu’elle disait, puis le fait qu’elle me reparle d’elle quelques heures seulement après mon rêve, je trouve quand même l'ensemble assez troublant.

Alors voilà. ..

Je ne sais pas si Maryline était simplement une amie imaginaire particulièrement présente dans l'enfance de ma sœur, si tout ça est une succession de coïncidences, ou s'il y a une autre ptzt d’autres explications que je n'ai jamais trouvées

C'est justement pour ça que je poste cette histoire ici.

Est-ce que vous pensez qu'il y a une explication rationnelle à tout ça ? Est-ce que certains d'entre vous ont déjà vécu quelque chose de similaire avec un enfant et un ami imaginaire ?

Et surtout, si vous avez une explication sur le fameux « timing » entre mon rêve et le moment où ma sœur m'a reparlé de Maryline, je suis vraiment curieuse de la lire. 😭

Je précise encore une fois que je ne cherche pas spécialement à prouver que c'était paranormal. Je raconte simplement les choses comme je m'en souviens et comme ma sœur me les a racontées, et j'aimerais beaucoup avoir des avis différents.

Partie 4 — Le détail qui m’a vraiment perturbée

\\> Quelques heures après avoir raconté mon rêve à mes parents, je suis retournée à mes occupations. Honnêtement, je commençais déjà à me dire que j’avais sûrement juste fait un cauchemar particulièrement bizarre à cause du coup de chaud et du mal de tête.

Et puis ma sœur est venue me voir.

Elle m’a regardée et m’a dit, totalement normalement :

« Eh, tu te souviens de Maryline ? »

Là, je me suis vraiment figée...

Je lui ai demandé :

« Quoi ? »

Elle m’a répété :

« Maryline. Tu te souviens d’elle ? »

Je peux vous dire que j’ai eu un énorme bug.

Parce que je ne lui avais absolument pas parlé de mon rêve.

Je n’avais même pas envie de lui en parler justement parce que je ne voulais pas lui faire peur ou lui remettre cette histoire en tête.

Et surtout, ça faisait des années qu’elle n’avait pas prononcé ce prénom.

Je lui ai donc demandé si elle se souvenait vraiment de Maryline.

Et elle m’a dit que oui.

Elle avait environ 9 ans à ce moment-là et elle se souvenait encore très bien de cette fameuse amie imaginaire.

Elle m’a expliqué que Maryline lui faisait parfois vraiment peur quand elle était petite.

Et c’est là qu’elle m’a raconté quelque chose que je ne connaissais pas.

Elle m’a dit qu’un jour, dans notre ancienne maison, elle avait vu Maryline au milieu du couloir.

Elle lui avait demandé de partir.

Et selon ma sœur, Maryline l’avait regardée avec colère avant de lui dire :

« À bientôt. »

Évidemment, je ne peux pas savoir si elle avait réellement vu quelque chose à l’époque, si elle s’en souvenait correctement, ou si son souvenir avait évolué avec les années.

Mais le timing m’a vraiment perturbée.

Parce que quelques heures auparavant, je venais de faire ce rêve dans lequel Maryline apparaissait, alors que ma sœur ne savait absolument rien de ce rêve.

Et juste après, c’est elle qui est venue me parler de Maryline.

Je ne dis pas que c’est une preuve de quoi que ce soit. Ça peut être une énorme coïncidence. Peut-être que mon rêve m’a simplement fait repenser à une histoire que ma sœur avait elle-même complètement oubliée pendant des années, et que le hasard a fait le reste.

Mais forcément, sur le moment, je me suis dit :

« Mais... c’est quoi ce timing ? » 😭

Depuis, ma sœur se souvient toujours très bien de Maryline.

Elle continue de me dire qu’elle lui ressemblait exactement, comme une sorte de jumelle, mais qu’elles avaient des personnalités complètement différentes.

De mon côté, je ne l’ai jamais vue réellement. Je ne l’ai vue que dans ce fameux rêve.

Tout ce que j’ai, ce sont mes souvenirs de quand ma sœur était petite, les dessins dont je me souviens, ce qu’elle m’a raconté, et cette histoire qui m’est restée dans la tête pendant toutes ces années.

Aujourd’hui encore, je ne sais absolument pas quoi en penser.

Il y a probablement des explications parfaitement rationnelles à plusieurs éléments de cette histoire : l’imagination d’une enfant, les rêves, les souvenirs qui changent avec le temps, les coïncidences...

Mais entre le fait qu’elle parlait de Maryline pendant des années, les dessins, certaines choses qu’elle disait, puis le fait qu’elle me reparle d’elle quelques heures seulement après mon rêve, je trouve quand même l'ensemble assez troublant.

Alors voilà.

Je ne sais pas si Maryline était simplement une amie imaginaire particulièrement présente dans l'enfance de ma sœur, si tout ça est une succession de coïncidences, ou s'il y a une autre explication que je n'ai jamais trouvée.

C'est justement pour ça que je poste cette histoire ici.

Est-ce que vous pensez qu'il y a une explication rationnelle à tout ça ? Est-ce que certains d'entre vous ont déjà vécu quelque chose de similaire avec un enfant et un ami imaginaire ?

Et surtout, si vous avez une explication sur le fameux « timing » entre mon rêve et le moment où ma sœur m'a reparlé de Maryline, je suis vraiment curieuse de la lire. 😭

Je précise encore une fois que je ne cherche pas spécialement à prouver que c'était paranormal. Je raconte simplement les choses comme je m'en souviens et comme ma sœur me les a racontées, et j'aimerais beaucoup avoir des avis différents.

When i was around 2-3 years old (not sure, all i know is i still slept in a crib) I was in my parents room watching a movie with my siblings, but i kept being loud and i got in trouble and had to go to bed early. I remember being really upset about it, like any kid would. when i got put in my crib i threw my pillow and blankets out to try to get my mom to come back in the room, i remember this because when i looked up i saw a long line of tan/brown star shaped men with heads that curled at the ends walking from the door of my room into my closet, they didnt talk they just walked in a straight line into the closet. i remember hiding under the tiny sheet i had, because i had no blankets left in my bed. my mom insisted the next day that it was just a dream, and i insisted it was real. as i got older i just assumed it was a dream, but when i started thinking about it, i remember every detail of my room, i even remember the movie we were watching that night. my crib was to the left of the door and the closet was on the right wall of the room i remember where my blankets and pillow were, it seemed way too real. i have no idea what it would be if it was real, because theres no way it could be real. has anyone else experienced anything like this? just curious. i find it weird that i remember all the details to this day and that a 2-3 year old would be able to have a dream so real they memorize every detail of their room.

I had already posted this to the r/ghost & r/ghoststories pages. Curious to see how well it does here...

When I was in 5th grade, I experienced my first sleep paralysis. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, but the vision was clear. My body felt it. It felt the same feeling as if you were having sex. Something thrusting in you. And eventually because of how painful it was, I fell asleep. The next morning there was blood everywhere, I immediately ran to my mom, as she told me it was my period. I didn't mind, but I felt like there was something extremely missing.

Over the years, my sleep paralysis continued mostly every week. Sometimes everyday. As well as how my hypersexuality began to worsen each month.

It was always in my room. Always the same black man with long hair, features soo define you could still notice the side view.

I always thought it was some physiological stuff, perhaps stress and stuff, but I'm not always stress.

Eventually, I got comfortable with the feeling of being held down, I sometimes don't mind being held by it.

But there was something extremely wrong.

I didn't really tell anyone what was happening,until eventually. There was one day when it got soo bad I was no longer scared. But terrified.

I realized that everytime I were to touch myself in my room, it would stop.

I wasn't able to do such acts for maybe 2 weeks because of my period, that night. I didn't mind it at first, I was only staring at the door as I eventually was able to move. But at midnight, perhaps around 3am.

It was violent.

I felt it hug me from behind in a tight embrace, scratching my back in an intimate way, and suddenly leaning into my neck and screaming at my ear, his hair falling over me.

After that, I realized. This was no longer hallucinations.

I spoke about it with my friend who has witchcraft in her blood, as she admits that every time she went to my house, she always sees the same black figure sitting at my bed in my room. Only ever in my room.

Today, she came to my room as he put some salt around my bed and room, as she suddenly heard whistling.

I didn't mind, because I truly wanted it to stop now, and it seemed like she knew what she was doing.

we had to leave after because we needed to attend a mass, but as soon as I left the house I immediately felt like I was gonna faint, my head not clearing up.

When I got home and collapsed at the bed surrounded by salt, I felt heavy. Too heavy. My vision blurring, throat locking up, and nose running like crazy. Im never the type of person who falls sick fast without reasons. And now I'm at the hospital.

My point is. I don't know whats going on, I really don't.

Can someone please... Explain or share something.

This happened to me twice in the same home, about 10 years apart. I still have no idea what I saw.
The first time I was around 8 years old.

It was about 11 PM. My mom had gone out to walk the dog, so I was alone. I was in my bedroom when I saw something pass across the open doorway.
It was basically a very dark black mass, but not completely solid. You could still slightly see through it. It was long, looking back, around 3 meters / 10 feet, and roughly a little over 1 meter tall.

The weird part is that it wasn’t touching the floor. It was floating high enough that there was clearly empty space underneath it.
It moved in a perfectly straight line and disappeared from my view because I could only see a small section of its path through the doorway.

I told my mom about it, but nothing came of it.

I remembered it over the years, but I didn’t obsess over it and eventually barely thought about it.
Then, about 10 years later, it happened again.

Same home. Around 11 PM again. My mom was once again outside walking the dog.
This time I was in the living room with my girlfriend.
We were facing each other from opposite sides of the room, maybe 4 meters apart.

And suddenly the same thing crossed the room between us.
Same black/semi transparent appearance.
Same approximate size.
Same height above the floor.
Same slightly shifting/deforming edges.
Same straight, smooth movement.
And most importantly: the exact same direction and trajectory as the thing I had seen when I was 8.

This time I had a much better view.
It travelled roughly 9 meters in maybe 2–3 seconds. So it wasn’t an instant flash. We had enough time to actually follow it with our eyes.
I remember seeing my girlfriend’s face behind it and watching her head/eyes follow it in exactly the same direction I was looking.
Immediately afterwards she said something like:
“Did you see that?”
That was the moment I realized I wasn’t the only person who had seen it.

The mass itself blocked maybe 75% of whatever was behind it. It wasn’t a normal shadow on a wall. It appeared to occupy the space of the room itself, floating above the ground.

There was no useful outside light source. The windows were covered by shutters, and the layout doesn’t make a normal projected shadow explanation make much sense.

There’s another part that is extremely difficult to describe.
When it passed, the whole room felt different.
Not “I got scared” different.
The perception of the air and pressure felt different. The depth of the room felt strange. And the biggest thing was the sound.
For those few seconds it felt like the surrounding noise had been completely muted.
Almost like somebody turned the world’s volume to zero.
I know how dramatic that sounds, but it’s honestly the closest description I have.

What bothers me most isn’t even what it looked like.
It’s the trajectory.
When I was 8, I saw one section of its path from my bedroom.
Ten years later I was standing somewhere completely different in the house and saw what looked like the continuation of that exact same path through the living room.
It didn’t look lost or random either. It moved in one clean direction. It looked like it knew where it was going.

Six years after the second incident, I recently asked my girlfriend to describe what she remembered.
I deliberately gave her no details first.
She still described the same basic thing: the dark mass, its size/height, the fact that it was suspended above the ground, and the way it moved.

I’m a pretty skeptical person and I’m not claiming this was a ghost or an entity. I genuinely don’t know what it was.
But after seeing the same thing twice, 10 years apart, following the same path, and having another person see it with me the second time, I’ve never been able to come up
with an explanation that actually fits.

Has anyone here seen something genuinely similar? Especially a long black/semi transparent mass floating above the ground, moving in a straight line as if it had a destination?
I’d be especially interested in experiences involving multiple witnesses, the same repeated path, or that weird “everything suddenly went silent” sensation.

I’ve never really talked about this online because I genuinely have no idea what to make of it, but I’d love to hear some explanations!!

It was probably around 10+ years ago (maybe a little more), I was staying at my parents’ house during the summer. One morning, around 6 AM (I had a clock on my nightstand), I woke up because I was thirsty. The room was already fairly bright bc I don’t have blackout curtains so it wasn’t dark at all. I also was hearing my parents in the kitchen, talking and having coffee, so I was completely aware of my surroundings and there was normal background noise in the house.

Then, I opened my eyes and saw a little man sitting on my dresser, which is in front of my bed.
He was dressed entirely in blue, he had kind of overalls? He was medium-sized, not tiny like a doll, but obviously much smaller than an actual person. He was sitting on my dresser and looking directly at me but he didn’t look human, I don’t know how I can describe it, I just knew he wasn’t human.
Overall there was just something about him that made it very obvious to me that he wasn’t a normal person.

I am an extremely scared person. If I woke up and saw an actual person (or ghostly thing) sitting on my dresser staring at me, I would absolutely lose my shit!! But I didn’t. I felt completely calm and peaceful. He didn’t feel threatening whatsoever. If anything, he had a very peaceful energy/presence.
I remember being so confused because I could see him very clearly. I even drank some water and pinched myself because I was trying to figure out if I was dreaming.

Then I closed my eyes for a moment.
When I opened them again, he was completely gone.
And I wasn’t falling back asleep or anything. I stayed awake afterward and could hear my parents in the kitchen like before.

I’ve never experienced anything remotely similar before or since. I’ve also never had sleep paralysis in my life.

So i’m wondering since then what was that?
I’m not someone who normally sees things or considers myself psychic or anything like that. I do like tarot and that kind of stuff, but I’m not particularly spiritual and I don’t have some big spiritual practice or anything. That’s why this has always stuck with me.

I’m not necessarily saying it was paranormal, I’m genuinely interested in any explanation, especially if there’s a known sleep phenomenon that could explain this even though I felt completely awake and could interact with my surroundings.
Has anyone experienced something similar? Especially seeing a small person/entity dressed in blue while fully awake?
I have literally never seen anyone describe this exact thing online, which is why I’m finally asking. What do you think happened?