I will not get to detailed due to how recent this is and it is a work in progress. Someone close to me told me a story that had just happened to them. They do therapy a school and try to help kids with mental behavioral issues some more serious than others. On one of the more extreme cases the child was in danger of ending themselves and or planing on hurting others. The child was going through the long process of getting put in a home for more intensive 24-7 care. I was told that in therapy the child was hearing voices telling to them to just do using their name. Of course in professional therapy this is a massive sign of heavy mental issues. The only reason any of this was mentioned to me about it was a incident that happened that could not be explained or noted in therapy notes. They were sitting outside in one of the school open areas. Having a quick follow up / session between classes. It was silent as most kids were in class. I was told that a slight breeze blew and the therapist herd something just above the breeze, a whisper stating the child’s name and the angry phrase “just do it”. They both started at this and looked around. No one was around. The therapist was professional enough to get around it but was stunned inside. They tell me that professionaly there are no ghosts or paranormal, only mental illness and delusions. But there has been a few things like this over the years that they cannot explain.

Looking for a European fantasy film (circa 2013-2014) with mystical elements.

I saw this movie a while ago and it was dubbed in Uzbek. The plot follows a brother and sister who arrive at their aunt's house. Early on, the sister notices someone is watching them from the outside. They eventually go on an adventure in a forest where they play hide and seek, and during this game, the brother passes through a tree and ends up in a different, magical world. The brother shrinks and becomes small, and his sister, back at the house, encounters a domestic spirit (like a house elf or goblin), who knows how to find him.

Throughout the film, there are strange, otherworldly creatures, some of which fly on butterflies. The creatures are somewhat menacing, adding to the eerie atmosphere. The sister sets out on a journey, with the help of the house spirit, to rescue her brother and return him to the real world.

I remember a particular scene where the brother, while in the forest, takes off his shoes and his feet look strange, like they have fish-like skin between the toes. Also, there’s a moment when a raven watches them from a tree.

The film had a European setting, possibly from the 2013-2014 period, and had a blend of mystery, fantasy, and adventure elements.

When I was young. I slept in my bedroom with tons of nightlights. My room was well lit up. One night I woke up, and a big, black, wolf with red eyes was right next to my bed. He was watching me. I didn’t feel the creeping/boom of fear I’d feel from demons. He was just watching me. I was able to move and hide in my covers. I peeked out and he was still there, so I stayed under my covers until I fell asleep.

I think this was before ghosts/demons started showing up in my house. I remember it so vividly, and I think he wasn’t evil. But he was a really big, super black wolf with red eyes.

Do any of you guys have any thoughts on this experience. I’ve thought about it for years and I don’t know what to gather from it.

This was atleast a year and a half ago, 2023, probably 3-4 months after my mom passed, and I lived in an apartment (still do). Usually at night I'll wake up and go back to sleep, usually looking around. It was probably 11:00 PM or 2:00 AM, I was having a peaceful sleep, and like I said, woke up again, looked around. I have a noisy bed so I could tell if someone was in there with me. I looked over my shoulder to the wall. There was a woman like hand leaning upward with the fingers limp, kind of like you are when you relax your hands. It was pale, and had only a forearm, which seemed a little bit long too. I could not see a body, or anything connecting to the arm. Like anybody would in my situation, and ran out of my bedroom to the living room. My father woke up too hearing me run in a hurry out of the room, and walked in asking me what happened. Before explaining I looked back and the hand was gone. I explained basically everything that has happened so far, the hand. And he says I can sleep on the couch. Now the time is probably 4:00 AM and I was asleep once again, and woke up in the middle of the night like I did earlier, at the corner of the room, theres another hand, sticking up from the side of the couch and not moving. And woke up my father, I look back and its gone. So far after that I have not seen or heard anything, and have no explanation, even thinking of it makes me really anxious. My father and I are moving out next year after me being scared to death of that event. If you were to think that this is a dream, I did not feel myself wake up or open my eyes, my eyes were still open, and had no vagueness like dreams do.

We lived in a very old neighborhood. I think it was maybe built somewhere around the 80s or 90s.

Some of the houses are definitely haunted,well ours is for sure!

We would hear disembodied voices,whispers,whistles and furniture moving,lights being switched on and off and even seeing shadow figures.

I wouldn't sleep in my own room back then, because I was being terrorized by a negative entity......

We moved to an estate right before covid because of the field at the back of the old house and the fact that we were being terrorized by the things in the house.

There’s a mirror in my room that I’ve had since I was a kid. It’s old, a bit cracked at the edges, but I’ve never thought much of it—until last night.

I was brushing my teeth before bed when I noticed something strange. My reflection was… off. It wasn’t following my movements. When I leaned forward, it stayed still, staring at me.

I froze. My chest tightened. Slowly, I raised my hand to touch the mirror. My reflection didn’t move. It just smiled.

Not my smile—a wicked, stretched grin that didn’t belong to me. Its teeth were jagged, too white, too sharp.

I stumbled back, heart pounding. The reflection stepped forward. Yes, stepped out of the mirror.

It wasn’t me anymore. It was a thing—pale skin, hollow eyes, and twisted limbs. It whispered my name in a raspy voice.

“Nittesh…”

My throat dried up. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t move.

It slithered closer, its neck cracking as it tilted its head to look at me. "Do you know what happens when you stare too long at your reflection?"

I shook my head, trembling.

"You let me in," it hissed.

The last thing I remember was it lunging at me. I woke up on the floor, my head pounding. The mirror was cracked in the shape of a handprint, and I swear I could still hear my name echoing from inside.

I threw the mirror out this morning. But every time I pass by a reflective surface—my phone screen, a window—I swear, I see it smiling back.

Alright this isn’t my story, but it’s a well known one around my small home town that I actually found a recording of recently

So to protect the privacy of certain individuals I’ll have to change some names

So when I was a sophomore in High School there was this teacher named Mister Peterson, he was basically the big science teacher that everyone wanted to have as their teacher.

So right before I took his class my brother had told me to talk to him about his take on the paranormal

so I did and he chuckled a bit and recognized my last name and knew my brothers, he started out by simply stating that as a man of science he doesn’t believe in the paranormal cause he has no metric in which to test it.

BUT he did state he will never say it’s not real, so anyway a few weeks go on and one day he calls me after class and asked me did my brother ever tell me the story?

I was intrigued and told him I never heard it, he smirked and explained that when he was a child he had an imaginary friend he met at a nearby lake name Thomas

He says he would play with him every day until one day his grandparents caught him at the lake and told him he shouldn’t be playing there because that’s where his grandfather’s older brother died when they were children

The brothers name? Thomas

Now my teacher dismissed any concept of paranormal, his own father was named Thomas which is how explained how he got the name, and that he was a lonely child before his own brother was born.

But then Mister Peterson reached into his desk and pulled out a blueprint for the interior of a house

He told me 20 years ago when he first became a teacher he had a religious student, named Anna, who believed that god granted her a psychic gift.

Now Mister Peterson politely dismissed her and only got angry when she kept insisting she was telling the truth.

He had scolded her and the next day received a call from her mother who insisted Anna was telling the truth and she wasn’t crazy, Mister Peterson explained he can’t believe in that cause there is no scientific proof

Well the mother offered to prove it and invited him over to the house.

She had given him the blueprint of the house and said that Anna is able to project herself throughout the house and can find thing and see things

So Peterson gave her a walkie talkie and sitting in her living room he’d direct her “go to the kitchen with your mind, go here go there etc”

To his surprise no matter what trick he pulled she always knew what was happening

Like he would hide a ball in different areas of the house.

Well after this he was convinced something was going on so every Friday he’d come sound and they’d see what was what

Now Anna had told him there was a door located directly across from the basement door, now I saw the blueprint like I said and there’s no door and no room

Anna said she was told never to open the door

Mister Peterson eventually pushed her one day and said to her they were researchers and that if this door appears to her when she’s projecting but doesn’t show up in the physical world that is something of note

So after a little prodding she finally opened the door

As Peterson said there was a loud BOOOM, the power went out in her house and she suffered a seizure.

She was hospitalized for 3 weeks, her mother never let her go back to school and according to Peterson she had taken her own life a few years later

But the crazy part was after her death he was cleaning out the chemical closet and he found her hanging there

He literally ran to get help and when he got it they found nothing there.

Now he told me he obviously doesn’t believe she had psychic abilities, but he as a man of science couldn’t find out what caused all the weirdness that happened that day….

I'm curious how many people believe they have something haunting them right now?

This is the dumbest ghost story ever but in need of reassurance. Last night I was up until like 2am watching scary tiktoks & I saw this mist like figure in my closet. There's no AC, light or humidifier. It was kind of like a distortion or mist that appeared and descended back behind the closet door. The weird part is my cat was looking over by it too, but she didn't seem bothered. Then the same thing happened at the foot of my bed. This clear mist-like distortion piece of space that has no human shape to my knowledge.

Could this be explained by psychological priming, a mild hallucination, or could it have been something real? I saw something a while ago that said watching scary stuff attracts negative spirits. Anyways...

Please share any ghost stories that have occurred on Thanksgiving or around this holiday. Thank you!

today me and my boyfriend have heard a lot of knocking on his window. it was followed up by handprints that are both on the inside and the outside, footprints in the snow infront of the window (theyre really small and it seems like that person was barefoot), an upside down cross smudged on the window, and it seems like something is written on the snow outside, but its too dark to even figure out what it says. google says its just hallucinations, but i literally can hear it in his mic when were on call. his cat is also constantly hiding under the bed or seems distressed in general. he even turned on his camera to show me that hes not trolling me, and i saw something white in his window. i took a screenshot and brightened up the pic and it literally looks like a face 😭 it doesnt fully seem like a human face and it couldnt be his reflection since he was far away from the window during it. someone on the internet said the knocking sound might indicate a temperature change on the outside, causing the glass to push itself inside - but that wouldnt explain the handprints and all the weird stuff. any thoughts?
edit: i forgot to add that we were staring at the window during the knocking and no one was there

I was told never to buy old mirrors from strange shops. But when I saw this one, I couldn’t help myself. It looked normal—just a little dirty, with an old frame. I liked it, so I bought it and brought it home.

At first, it seemed fine. I looked into it like any other mirror. But one night, something strange happened. When I looked into the mirror, my reflection was smiling… but I wasn’t. I got scared and quickly looked away.

The next night, I heard whispers coming from the mirror. I couldn’t understand the words, but they gave me chills. I covered the mirror with a blanket and went to bed.

The third night was the worst. The whispering was louder, and this time, I heard it clearly. My reflection, now grinning wide, said, “Let me in.”

I screamed and threw the blanket back over the mirror, terrified. But when I finally gathered the courage to check the mirror again, the reflection wasn’t there anymore.

Then I felt it.

My reflection was no longer in the mirror.

It was standing behind me.

Crazy ghost stories I experienced myself…

Hi guys…Most of the stories I am about to tell are quite wholesome and some are scary but here I go… I am going to start with a wholesome one…Its a story that I haven’t personally experienced but it’s a well known story from where I am from…I am from Bulgaria for context…One night a soldier was coming home after a long time in the army when he saw a girl in her wedding dress crying…It was also in the middle of nowhere because he was from a small village so he was worried for the girl…She was sat on a old bench under a tree…When he asked her what happened she said that her boyfriend left her before they got married and some other stuff…It was winter time so he offered her his soldier jacket and walked her home…He told her to keep his jacket and that he will comeback and take it in a few days…He saw her open her front door and ho to her room and wave him goodbye from her window…two days later he went back to take his jacket and knocked on her door but her parents opened the door and they asked him who he was looking for…He said her name and that he was looking for her because he gave her his jacket…His parents told him she died three months ago shortly before her wedding and they buried her with her wedding dress…He explained that she went to her room with his jacket…when her father went to her room to check he saw a soldier jacket hanged on the racket…For me the story is really wholesome but he probably sh*t his pants….

This one is a one I experienced myself…. One night I peed on the neighbors fence I was probably 3 or 4…Same night I began to see weird hallucinations of a big horse trying to attack me and my parents I wouldn’t allow my mom to cover her feet because a big horse was going to bite her…When I had to pee I only wanted to pee on that same spot and nowhere else…Then my grandma understood what happened and threw a jacket on the floor so I can pee…I peed and they brought me to some old woman who can communicate with them and she cured me…I was possessed and they were trying to make me pee there to possess me even more or something…

Same thing happened to my cousin but he was seeing a big dog…And to his older sister who was a baby when it happened…The baby wasn’t stopping to cry and they finally decided to bring her to that same woman who cured me years later and she told them be very thankful the baby peed on his pants if it pissed on the table they would have blinded the baby…I was asking too what was that table stuff…and apparently they are having a dinner or something in the night and its mostly in the bathroom or out near the house…A woman I know got beaten almost to death in her bathroom because she showered at 3 at night…She said she got thrown from wall to wall from something she didn’t see and was screaming her lungs out but no one heard anything until they found her in the morning in a pool of blood…

This story is from the grandfather of my grandma he was coming home late at night with his horse and his carriage and saw a guy near a cemetery with his goats out in the night….He obviously saw that and understood that no way was this guy normal with his goats at that late at night…He was muslim and knew a lot of prayers for situations like that so he said a prayer and if the ghost is a good one he will protect him from bad ghosts if its a bad one its going to turn into a ball of fire and disappear…when he opened his eyes the ghost was sitting next to him and his goats were following the carriage…he went home parked his carriage and as soon as he went through the door the man disappeared…

That same man my great great grandfather saw a girl in a wedding dress crying and he thought why is she crying she was so happy today…He was on a wedding the same day and thought that it was the same girl but when he went to see why she was crying she showed her face and launched herself at him and turned into a fireball… Same guy when he was coming come from work late at night his village was small and his way home was throw some gras fields when he saw a group of marching soldiers…Obviously not a normal thing you would see in a grass field…The last guy was on cruces because he had no leg he was the only one to stop and look at my grandfather and said commander do we take him with us…He answered just keep on walking….He probably wanted to take him with them to the cemetery or something similar…Some think that its their way of pranking us…

For new readers: On the east side of Houston Tx, a 1960s community was built on an 1800s graveyard. People began digging for pools and landscape and found graves in their backyard. The story of the lawsuits and hauntings gained popularity, and there is an Unsolved Mysteries episode about the neighborhood as well as an Oprah episode that I recently found. I live on what would have been the north side of the graveyard. I use reddit to document and digest the things that happen at the house. This post will have speculation as well as new experiences, so this will be a lengthy post.

Now I've been documenting here for over a year, and most who have read most of my updates know I try to think logically for reasonable explanations or try and debunk whatever I experience. One recent thing I came across was the skeptic argument of "exploding head syndrome." Its when a person is almost asleep or in a trance like state, and they hear noises that sound real but are just phantom sounds in your head. Now if I think about this, that explains maybe 30% of what I've heard in the house, however it doesn't explain the shared experiences I've had with my family or the EVPS we have capture. The reason I bring this up is due to a couple of experiences that happened on the same day. One of them wasn't even in the house.

Now I work far from my house, it generally takes me about an hour to an hour and thirty to get to work. I'm usually listening to podcasts or music as I drive. One night, as I drove home, I was listening to a podcast. I had just gotten off the freeway and was about a 7-minute drive from my house. Suddenly, as I pass under the freeway, i hear my radio on my car cut out and and I hear a familiar small female hum come over the speakers. It lasted maybe 2 seconds, and then the radio came back on. What was weird is that the hum sounded terribly close to a hum I've captured on my EVPs. Was this exploding head syndrome? Or did I just hear a girl's hum I've heard in my house on the radio of my car? I honestly don't know.

The same day, I'm telling my wife what happened. She recognizes that although she has her own experiences, most things seem to happen around my daughter and I and have taken an interest in our experiences. I told her what happened, and we both heard what sounded like a door handle turn and then a door close. My son and daughter were both with us when we heard this. I went around the house but didn't find the door that was closed. My wife confirmed we both heard the same thing and was baffled. We saw nothing moved.

Now, we are used to seeing oddities. My wife and i both have seen black masses in my daughters room and sometimes in the master suite. It has gotten to a point where we wonder if our paranoia is getting the best of us. One night, I had just gotten home and had used the restroom, as i came out, and I saw a white something standing there. It was maybe 4 ft in height. As soon as i see it, it zoomed off to the living room. Now, like I have said in the past, there is no carpet in the house, and my daughter has flat feet, so there is no sneaking away. And it moved fast! It was gone in a flash. My wife and kids were halfway across the house. The second oddity was i was in my sons room last Sunday, and I'm waiting for him to wind down so he can sleep. We were in his room, and he's playing with a toy on the bed, and I'm on my phone. My son, who is just under 2, looks up at a noise that i ignore at first. He points, and I look up. As soon as I look up, a little baby basketball hoop moves about 6". My son points again and does a small yell as if he was like, "Yeah, i saw it too. " He didn’t look scared. It's almost like he has the same attitude I do about it. Like he's used to it...

As always, as things happen, I'll update.

At about 12 am last night I saw a lady outside my glass doors wearing either a white dress or a white skirt. I could only see to the torso do im not sure. And the weirder thing about it is that it disappeared the second my mom came near it. Also I heard breaths and a door shut last night aswell so i just hid upstairs till I fell asleep

To start this off, I used to live in Nova Scotia, Canada. More specifically in the Sambro/ Ketch Harbour area. If you've ever been around this area, you've probably heard of Sambro Island, and it's absolutely beautiful lighthouse and very cool history. My first time hearing this story, and the actual story itself, takes place on this island. I'll try to tell you exactly how the story goes based off of what I remember.

Way back when lighthouses still needed Lightkeepers to stay running, often times they would be on the islands for months before returning home. Because of that (and also the living conditions on the island) things like insanity, depression, paranoia, loneliness and even suicide was unfortunately quite common. I'm not sure exactly when this takes place, but I do know that it was in the 1700s or 1800s.

The active Lightkeeper on the island was, as you can imagine, depressed, lonely and always super tired due to the requirement that they wake up multiple times a night to make sure that the light stays on at all times. Eventually, he couldn't stand this life any more, and he hanged himself from the railing of the spiral staircase inside the lighthouse. His body stayed there for many months before they sent a ship out to pick him up to take him home. Of course, all they found was the stench of a rotting corpse and a poor, dead man. His body was removed, and given a proper sea burial. However, it took much longer to remove the horrible stench that had come from decomposed body-juices dripping down, all over the wooden stairs and railings of the lighthouse.

Once the smell had finally subsided, they sent another lightkeeper out to take the man's place, however it only took 2 weeks for this lightkeeper to take the boat they had supplied him (that they now realized was a good idea) and flee from the island out of fear. According to the man, he would often smell cigarette smoke and the smell of rot at the top of the lighthouse and around other parts of the island. Apparently he caught glimpses of the dead lightkeeper with a lantern, roaming the island and around the lighthouse. Of course, the common loneliness and paranoia, in addition to these occurrences, was enough to drive him mad, and he fled the island.

It is said that if you visit the island, and get the feeling that you're being watched, you most likely are, and you should leave immediately. However, if you don't leave fast enough, or you do something to irritate the lightkeeper, there's a good chance that you may smell cigarette smoke on your boat, even after you've left the island.

My story - a lifetime of paranormal experiences and a guardian angel

I wanted to share my story with you. I’ve held onto it so long, I don't want it to be just mine any longer. I think I'm finally ready to tell someone about Tommy, The Bad Thing, The Little Girl, all of it. 

For the sake of the story and anonymity, my name is Jenn. Everything I'm about to share with you is exactly the way I remember it. You can believe it or not, but it is all the truth. Nothing is embellished or fabricated. I will start at the very beginning. 

In 2001, I was three. I was an only child at that point. My parents and I lived in this rent house my mom still lovingly refers to as "the shack". The shack burned down only months after we moved, but it was a good house, as far as I remember. It was old and small, but it was where I spent my first five years- the good years, before shit hit the fan. It had a concrete slab of a front porch where I'd draw with sidewalk chalk. It had a living room with a heater I'd use to warm my toes in the morning before preschool. There was a ledge on the bathtub where I'd stand to brush my teeth. The single bedroom had been walled off partially to make my room- big enough for a twin bed and a bookshelf. I had a dinosaur blanket. I was really into dinosaurs back then. 

I don't remember much- just little details like I shared with you. I remember my mom and dad... and I remember the others. 

The others couldn't be seen by anyone except for me. I would catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye- They were always turning around a corner, ducking behind the couch, they acted like they didn't want to be seen. Except for Tommy. He was different. He was a middle-aged man with a dark blue suit and brown hair.. and a kind smile. Tommy had the nicest smile that would wash away any bad thought or feeling I had. He was good. He was always a good one.

He wasn't there all the time, but I saw him and played with him enough for my family to become acquainted with the idea of him. He was my imaginary friend. I was a lonely, only child. I had made a friend of my own to play with. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except I did have a friend- a real friend, one that was alive and in the flesh. For the sake of the story, I'll call him Daniel. 

It was around 2003. Daniel lived next door. Between our houses was a field of tall grass with a path down the middle (We lived in the middle of nowhere in the shack.), so our parents would have to walk us over when we wanted to play. I remember the last time Daniel played at my house.. and shortly after, he stopped playing with me altogether. We were in my small bedroom playing with Lincoln Logs on the floor. Remember, the ones you could fit together to build log cabins?

Anyway, Daniel was laying on his stomach and Tommy brushed his leg when he was trying to come into my room. Daniel looked up at him with fear in his eyes. I wasn't sure why, Tommy was a friend. He wasn't anyone to be afraid of. I told him, "scoot over, Daniel, so Tommy can play, too." Daniel screamed and ran out to the front yard, demanding to be taken home. My parents laughed when they heard the story and said I must have freaked him out by talking about my imaginary friend. I stood in the doorway with Tommy behind me. Daniel stared at the door, but not at me. I watched as his eyes were fixed well above my head. One thing was certain that day. I was now not the only one who had seen Tommy. 

At the end of '03, my parents told me I was going to be a big sister. I was so excited. They also told me we would have to move and they had already found a house for us. "This house barely holds the three of us as it is," my mom had told me. "There is no room for a baby, too." A couple months later, they closed on a house in the small town nearby. It was less of a town and more of a "community". One main road, a couple hundred houses, a tiny school, and two churches. There was one amazing thing, though. My best friend from tee-ball happened to live right next door. Maddy (name change) and I had hit it off the year before and so did our moms. I believe Maddy's mom was the one who told mine about the house being available. 

We moved in, and I was having the time of my life living next to my best friend. We would both be at each other's houses daily. We were also in the same kindergarten class. 

Side note, our houses were only about 50 feet from each other. They had been on the same plot of land that was later split. That will be important later.  I had been a little worried about moving, because I didn't want to lose my friend, Tommy. Sure, he had made Daniel run for the hills, and I was the only one who could see him most of the time, but I didn't want to move houses and never see him again. My parents had only said the three of us were moving. They hadn't said anything about bringing Tommy with us, and when I asked, they laughed it off. When I told Tommy this, he just smiled and placed his hand over mine, as if to say "I'm not going anywhere". 

The new house was strange. You could feel it from the yard. It's like when the AC is on and you can feel it from the crack around the door. Except it wasn't cold air, exactly. It was just bad, though it did make you shiver.  Maddy's house was the same. We talked about this just the other day, and there are three entities we can specifically remember between our two houses. One thing I liked about Maddy was that she saw them all like I did. I felt way less alone. To this day, she is one of my best friends and we still talk about how bizarre our childhood was in those two houses. 

One entity was The Little Girl.  The Little Girl mostly stayed in my house. She never wanted to play and always seemed sad. When Maddy and I played in the yard, we would see her watching us from the window and beckon for her to come out. She always just shook her head and put back the curtains.  She never spoke. She was harmless, though. But she was as scared as we were of the Twisty Man. 

The Twisty Man, we believe, was attached to the greater plot of land that our houses sat on. He was seen in both houses. The Twisty Man is hard to describe. I think of a Dementor in Harry Potter. It sounds stupid, but it would take away all the happiness and you'd only feel fear. He was all twisted and contorted, and a couple times would look like he was caught in the ceiling fan, swirling around on the ceiling above our beds. He was the color of a fresh bruise. Blue and black and nasty looking. He didn't have a face, only a twisted silhouette.

He never spoke, just stayed long enough to nearly give us a heart attack. Whenever I saw him, it was never long before I saw Tommy, too. He would stand in front of it, holding my gaze until it went away. Staring at this man I'd known for as long as I could remember, the happiness came back, the fear melted, and the bad thing sank back into the walls.  My sister saw The Twisty Man as a toddler, and Maddy and I saw him several times- both together and apart. I had honestly all but forgotten him, until Maddy told me what happened about a month ago. 

Maddy's ex-step brother lives in her old house now. Her stepdad and mom divorced and he got the house years ago, but has since given it to his son.  Maddy's mom got a call from her ex and thought it was weird. They're civil, but not friends who call to chat. (this information comes from Maddy, whose mom called her right away.)

The ex called Matty's mom and asked "what was that thing Maddy said she used to see in the house, the thing that she was so scared of?" Maddy's mom said, "you mean that thing she called "The Twisty Man"?" and he said "I thought so". Apparently, the ex-step brother noticed that the neighbor, who lives in my old house, is sleeping in the driveway in a camper van. He thought it was weird that a forty-something year old single guy wouldn't sleep in a house he is paying a mortgage on, so he asked him why he was staying outside. The man told him, "I don't even know how to say this, man, but there is something in that house. It's blue and black and all twisted up, and it watches me sleep. It takes away any happiness I have. I'm terrified. I'm not going back in there." This is a grown man claiming to see what we saw twenty years ago, not knowing our story. 

The third thing was less something we saw, and more something that was just there. It would move things, knock things over, flush the toilets, turn on faucets, mess with electronics, etc. More of a nuisance than anything. One time Maddy was sleeping over at my house and she told me to quit tugging the blanket down. I told her I wasn't and to leave the blanket alone. We both felt a few more tugs before it flew off the end of the bed to the opposite wall. Things like this happened often.

(Slight TW) The worst thing that was in that house was not an entity. It was very much alive- it was my father. I was six by this time, and he was heavy into his many addictions. I can remember a time when he was good, but by this point, he was my worst nightmare- he and his friends. I'll spare you the details, partially because I don't even remember it all (though I'm not too upset about that). I do remember one time, he had a couple friends over and they were very far past the point of rational thought. I knew they were looking for me, and I also knew that them finding me was the last thing I wanted.

There was a room in that house that I wasn't allowed in- it was less of a room and more of a boarded-in back porch, but it was where the laundry was. I asked my mom recently, and she said I wasn't allowed because it wasn't safe. That house was falling apart, even then. That room was connected to the bathroom by a built-in cabinet that had a hole in the back of the bottom behind the doors, so you could put a laundry basket in the bottom cabinet and then reach through from the laundry room and grab it. (That part was cool, actually.)

I remember seeing The Little Girl holding her hand out to me. I saw Tommy behind her, and he nodded to me, so I let her lead me through the hole and into that room. I would have never gone on my own- I was not a rule breaker by any means. She showed me a loose board, and I was able to push it out enough to slip behind it. I could hear them calling for me, but she put her finger to her lips, to signal for me to be quiet. We stayed in that hole for a long time.

I don't remember what happened next or how I got out, just that she never left me. I honestly don't know what would have happened if she hadn't helped me hide. I didn't even know that loose board was there, and neither did anyone else, I guess. They eventually got bored and went to "hang out" in my dad's truck until my mom and sister got home. 

More happened that I won't go into, but my sister, mom, and I moved in with my grandparents when I was 7. This would've been 05-06. I'm not sure exactly. My dad had supervised visitation, which he quickly lost. Things were good at Grandma's. I felt safe and stable. I didn't see anything here. I did miss Tommy, though. 

About a year later, the summer before I went into third grade, my mom remarried. The guy had a daughter one year older than me. My sister was three. We moved a couple hours away to another community, even smaller and more rural than the first. I only lived in that house for the fall semester. They figured out pretty quickly their marriage was a rebound for them both and they would be better off apart, so I moved back in with Grandma at Christmas, since my mom was moving back in the summer, anyway, and I missed my old school so much (She had to stick it out until June, being a teacher in a contract).

While we were living there, though, I felt like Karen from the Babysitter's Club. I had my very own Morbida Destiny. My friends from the "street" (gravel backroad) and I were convinced our neighbor was a witch. Looking back, I doubt it. She had a grave in her backyard, but I'm sure it was a pet or something. We thought it was her husband. I saw Tommy a lot living here. I think he knew I needed a friend. I remember one day, we had a babysitter. We heard footsteps like always, and she looked a little freaked out. I told her "Don't worry, that's just Tommy. He keeps the bad things away". After that, we played in the yard until my mom got home. I was scolded for scaring the babysitter. 

We were back with Grandma through that summer until my mom met guy #3. He was good, when he was sober. The first time I knew he was bad was the first time I saw Tommy at the apartment we were now living in. He had been hitting the bottle all day, and the day ended with him breaking my mom's cell phone, screaming at us, and not letting us leave. I was begging her to let me walk to the gas station across the street and call my grandma to come pick us up. "Please," I had told her, "You know Grandma would let us stay again." I think at that point, she was just so broken and embarrassed, she wanted to stick it out and hope it got better.

And it did, in the morning, when he sobered up. But that seemed to be a trend for the next six years. That night, Tommy sat at the foot of my bed, between me and the door, while they screamed at each other. Again, he held my gaze. I don't know how long I stared into his brown eyes before I finally fell asleep. 

In 2009, we moved into "The Brick House." The Brick House was where I spent most of my childhood. It's hard, because I have so many good memories of The Brick House... but it is also where I spent my darkest nights. That house came with entities of its own. There were the Whisper People, who lived in my sister's room, and The Bad Thing... and The Step-dad. The Step-dad, like I said, was good most of the time. Especially in the early days. We would have nights where we knew to keep our distance, because he had been drinking the brown bag juice, but he was a decent guy. It did seem, though, that the worse he got, the more active The Bad Thing was. 

I'll bring it back to The Whisper People. My sister refused to sleep in her room. Our hallway was shaped like a backwards 7 coming off the living room. At the top of the 7 was the bathroom. Perpendicular to that door was my mom's room. Then beside the bathroom on the small line of the 7 was my room (initially), and on the tip of the top line of the 7 was my sister's, so her door faced my mom's. I HATED standing in the small line of the 7. I always had a bad feeling. You could also see it from the bathroom mirror. I only made that mistake once. After that, I would not look in the mirror until the door was completely closed.

Anyway, my sister would not sleep in her room. She always said "The Whisper People" were too loud. She was in pre-k/kindergarten when we first moved there. She claimed she couldn't sleep because they whispered too loud.

One day, I was coming out of the bathroom. I had just exited the door when I stopped, because I thought I heard something from her room. My mom's door was to my direct right, and about 6-7 feet to my left was hers. The noise stopped abruptly, and I thought it was weird. I waited a few seconds, before I heard, directly in my left ear, an older lady's voice say, "Shh. She'll hear you." I BOOKED it. I don't think I've ever run so fast. It sounded like I was wearing an earbud, it was that close. I heard them a few other times, but I didn't ever stick around long enough to have them notice me again. "Just ignore it" became a trend in that house, a trend, a motto, a philosophy.. Whatever you want to call it. We just ignored it. 

Remember how I was talking about the bathroom mirror? Well, one day, I was brushing my teeth and I made the mistake of looking up. When I did, I saw a shadow. Except, it wasn't on the wall where a shadow should be. It was like a void in the middle of the hall, standing where a person would be. It was a shadow, but three dimensional. Just standing there. It didn't have eyes that I could see, but I could feel it staring at me. This is what I called "The Bad Thing".

The Bad Thing was much more powerful than anything I had ever experienced. My mom coined it "the hallway walker", because she said she could hear it pacing the hallway at night. I quickly moved out to the renovated garage as my bedroom. We had walled it in, added a window, added insulation and drywall- it was like any other room in the house, and it was HUGE. It was a kid's dream space. It was also generally free of the entities. For some reason, they stayed at the other end of the house. I was grateful for this. 

The Bad Thing had this ability to play back our voices. I remember sitting in the living room with my mom and being the only ones home. We heard MY voice from her bedroom saying "Mommy, come here!" We both looked at each other and she shook her head. Behind her, you'll never guess who was standing there- Tommy. He did the same as her. He shook his head back and forth slowly. "Mommy!", we heard, "I need you!" our show was paused and we sat in complete silence. I watched Tommy walk down the hall toward her bedroom. We heard it a third time. "Mommy, I ne-" and then it stopped. I don't know what Tommy did, but he stopped it. We felt the air shift and both took a deep breath. "Do you think it's gone?" I'd asked her. "For now", she'd told me.

And she was right. It was gone, but it always came back. This is just one example. We heard our own and each other's voices all the time. I was constantly keeping tabs on where everyone was in the house. I don't want to know what would've happened if I'd listened and followed it somewhere alone. 

By the time I was a Freshman in High School (2012-2013), I spent my ride home from school praying that Step-dad was already passed out in the recliner. It was a good night if he was. Sure, we had to tip-toe and keep to our rooms, but at least I didn't have to deal with him yelling, cussing, hitting things, etc. On the unlucky nights we did have to endure his drunken stupors, it seemed The Bad Thing would be more active. He'd show up around corners, talk more, move things, and generally cast a dark, heavy cloud over the house. Much like The Twisty Man, he had a talent for sucking all the happiness out of an area. But on nights like these, Tommy would be there. Always silently letting me know it would be okay.

My other best friend, who later became my college roommate and godmother of my son, was over one night. Step-dad was god knows where doing god knows what, but it had been a good night. We'd rented movies, eaten more than our fill of pizza, and had spent the last couple hours talking about boys and gossip. She went to the bathroom, and when she came back, she seemed uneasy. I asked what was wrong. "Dude, what's up with your step-dad? Where did he go anyway?" I looked out the window of my room, which overlooked the driveway. His truck wasn't there. "Umm, he's still gone." I'd told her. "No, I just saw some guy in your kitchen, and he was wearing a suit," she'd told me. Then she went on to describe Tommy to a T.

A few minutes later, we heard the front door bang open and my step-dad stumble in and throughout the house. He finally grumbled his way to his and my mom's bedroom and slammed the door. "THAT was him". I'd told her. "Then... who the F did I see in your kitchen?" She'd asked. I explained the whole thing to her, how Tommy had always been there to guard me and seemed to show up when I needed protection or comfort. "Oh. Like an angel, cool." was all she'd said.

She went on to see him about four more times when we lived together. I also had three other friends who stayed over describe the man they saw, sitting at the table, on the couch, and leaning against a doorway- all with the same description of a middle-aged man with brown hair and eyes, and a dark blue suit.

On The Last Night, I truly didn't know if I'd make it out of that house. We refer to it as The Last Night, because it was the last night we had to see Step-dad. I was 16, and I was done. The situation with him had hit a breaking point. What was once just him stomping around and being intimidating to assert his dominance had turned into something physical. Side note for anyone hearing this story if you do share this, please don't stay just because it isn't physical. If they're acting like that, it will escalate at some point. Just because it's all been verbal until this point does not mean it won't absolutely change in the future. Get out before it does. 

On this night, the doors were all locked, he'd taken our phones, he was marching back and forth spewing nonsense about how he demanded respect... I snuck my sister into my room and hid her in my closet. I barricaded the bedroom door. I put headphones on her and played her favorite songs on my ipod so she couldn't hear him banging and yelling at me to open up and come out. Part of me was so tired. Part of me wanted to just give him what he wanted. Part of me thought that even if the worst happened, I'd finally be free of this. I was so tired. I didn't want to be unalived, which I truly believe, to this day, that's how that night should've ended, but I just couldn't do it anymore. 

But then, I saw Tommy. He pointed to the drawer of my vanity. I hardly ever went in there- it had become my junk drawer. "What?" I asked. He pointed again. I sighed and walked over to it, still hearing the banging and yelling on my door. Sitting there, on top of my journals and old camp pen pal letters was my cell phone- the very cell phone that had been confiscated earlier in the night. To this day, I have no idea how it got in that drawer. It wasn't the first time things had seemed to teleport in that house, but it was the first time I was so grateful for the weird shit I'd experienced my whole life. 

I took it out and called my aunt. I don't know why, but she was the first one I thought of. She worked with law enforcement and I knew she would know what to do. She always did. She called the police on my uncle's phone and they were there within minutes. I brought my sister out of the closet so we could watch our Step-dad finally be arrested for the 6 years of hell we'd gone through. I hugged her and looked over her shoulder to make eye contact with Tommy again. "Thank you." I'd told him. 

After it was just the three of us in the house, bills got to be a lot. My mom was a teacher, after all, which wasn't lucrative, even in 2015. I had a cousin who had just had a bad breakup and needed a fresh start. She lived about 15 hours away. She was 26 at the time. She and my mom decided that she would move in and help out with us girls and pay a small amount in rent, and it would be beneficial for everyone. So, she came to live with us. She moved into the room that had been mine initially, beside the bathroom.

I remember after a few weeks of her living there, she'd asked me, "Did you ever sleep with the door open when you stayed in my room?" I'd laughed and told her "Hell no! Why?" She'd asked me "Did it stare at you all night, too? The shadow thing?" 

Once Step-dad left, the activity did die down a lot, but it was still prevalent. I remember one time I got home from school (My friend had dropped me off) and my cousin's car was in the driveway. I'd come inside and called out her name. I'd heard her voice say, "Back here!", clear as day. I had something I'd wanted to tell her, so I'd practically sprinted to her room, only to find it empty. I thought maybe she was in my mom's room.. the bathroom... my sister's room..? I searched, but she was nowhere. I was annoyed, because I thought she was hiding from me.

I called her and she sounded confused. "I'm at the grocery store with your mom. What are you on about? We'll be home in like twenty minutes. We're about to check out". I'd heard her voice call to me, but she wasn't there. Whatever had used her voice had gotten me in the house alone. I felt the air grow cold and ran into the front yard, passing Tommy on the way. He was passing me in the hall on his way to her room. I didn't even stay to see what was going to happen. I sat on the driveway until they got home. 

Things went on like this for the next year-and-a-half. During this time, my cousin had moved in with her now wife, and my now-dad had moved in. He is a fantastic guy. He adopted me a couple years ago. I may have been 24, married, and a mom, but it was important to me that HE is my dad legally. He is in my heart, anyway.

We sold that house the summer before I went to college, and we all moved across the state. We all needed a fresh start. We needed out of that town that held so many horrible memories. We needed to be able to go in public without watching over our shoulders. So, I chose where I wanted to go and they moved, too. They lived about 45 minutes from the university, which was nice. I was able to go see them on the weekends but still have my independence. 

Having my independence and safety, though, turned out to be a curse as much as it was a blessing. Now that I was finally safe, my mind decided I was in a place to process some of the trauma I'd experienced when I was younger. I started remembering things that had been pushed to the back of my mind and tucked away. I was waking up nightly, screaming. Every night, Tommy was at the foot of my bed, staring at me with his big, brown, soft eyes, until my breathing calmed and I could sleep again, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do.

Having these night terrors invaded every aspect of my life. My grades fell, I wasn't doing the best at my job, and it had been weeks since I'd slept well.

The last straw was when I was horsing around with a friend from our friend group. It was my best friend from before, another girl, two of our best guy friends, and myself all in our dorm. I'd taken something from one of our guy friends as a joke and was dangling it around, teasing him. He was reaching for it, trying to get it back, and somehow I ended up pinned between him and a wall. He wasn't being violent at all, just playful. Something about that, though, set me off. I don't even remember what happened. I just remember "coming to" crouched on the floor, and they were all looking at me very concerned. They told me I'd started crying, shouting nonsense, and hyperventilating.

The next day, my best friend and the guy friend I'd been playing with brought me to the counseling center. It was then I started seeing a therapist. We talked through it, I started anxiety medication not long after, and life was good. 

I still had my nightmares, but they were getting further and further apart. Tommy was always there at night to sit on the foot of my bed and look at me until I fell back asleep. Just knowing he was there made me feel better. 

I saw him one more time while I was in college after the nightmares stopped. I was pumping gas at a gas station about a quarter mile from the University. It was the last building before a long bridge and then our school. I had just gotten back in my car when a guy around my age came up to my passenger window holding his student ID. "Hey Ma'am!" He'd said to me, "I know this is weird, but I really need a ride back to school. My friends ditched me. I see your parking pass. Are you going back right now?" My window was down slightly, because it was a nice night. It was down far enough for me to hear him, but not enough for him to reach inside. Honestly, he was kind of cute, and he seemed genuine.

I was about to say "Yes", when I made eye contact with someone in my backseat. It startled me. It was Tommy, and he was shaking his head at me. I turned back to the guy who was reaching for my passenger door handle. I felt a firm grip on my shoulder and made eye contact with Tommy one more time. He had a serious look on his face and was shaking his head even harder.

I said "No, sorry" and locked the doors. I sped away and could hear him shouting at me as I pulled out. I held my breath the whole way. I could feel the hand on my shoulder the whole time. When I put my car in park, I collapsed onto my steering wheel and sucked in a deep breath. My lungs were burning at that point. I felt the hand leave and looked into my rear-view mirror. The back seat was empty. 

I spent the next few years in what felt like a whirlwind. I moved cities, transferred schools, got engaged and married, and even had a baby. Tommy would show up randomly, when I'd have nightmares and a couple times when loved-ones sadly passed. The night my uncle (who was one of my only positive male role models, so we were close) passed, my phone rang. It was my mom. I looked over and saw Tommy on the couch by me, looking at me sadly. He knew before I did, and he was there until my husband got home a few minutes later.

Occasionally, Tommy would show up just to check on me, it seems. My husband had seen him a couple times, and he was cool with it. He has had his own experiences with the paranormal and believed me right away. The first time he saw him was after a nightmare. I woke up to Tommy on the foot of my bed. A minute later my husband jumped out of bed and said "What the F****"!" (honestly, can't blame him.) But I explained everything, and he took it surprisingly well, considering there was just a man in his bed.

One day, we were in my car and I'd run into the store to grab a few things while he sat in the car keeping the heater on, and when I got out he told me "Hey, your friend came to visit." I must've looked confused, because he said, "Your ghost friend? Tommy? He was in the backseat. I just said you weren't here right now. I also told him you were safe and thanks for taking care of you all those years. He kind of just stared at me for a minute and then went away." That was the last time either of us saw Tommy for a year or so. 

The next time - and the last time, was right after I had my son. He was maybe two to three weeks old at that point. I was walking into the nursery to check on him while he was napping, and I stopped short, because standing over the crib was a man in a dark blue suit. He turned to look at me and looked like he had tears in his eyes. He looked between my son and me a couple times and gave me a smile.

"He's cute, isn't he?" I asked. "You aren't leaving, are you? I mean, I'll still see you, right?" He just looked at me. "Thanks for keeping me safe." I told him. He looked back at my son and looked at me like how a parent looks at their child as they cross the graduation stage. He seemed proud of me, but he didn't answer. The look he gave me made my heart swell. Somewhere deep down, I knew that would be the last time I saw his kind brown eyes. Then my son cried and I tore my gaze away from the man who had kept me safe my whole childhood. When I looked back to the space where Tommy had been, he was gone. 

There have been times where I think maybe I made it all up. Maybe Tommy was my way of coping. Maybe he was part of a decades long psychosis or a trauma-induced apparition... But then I think of all the other people who saw him, too. Maybe he was really there. Maybe he was an ancestor of mine. Maybe he was a guardian angel. All I know is, I don't think I'd be here today if it wasn't for my "imaginary friend".

I'm 26 now. I have two loving parents who are the best grandparents ever. I have a husband who I love more than anything and an almost three-year-old who keeps me on my toes. He's so smart and gives the best hugs. He is growing into such a funny kid. I love being his mom. I haven't seen Tommy since that day, but sometimes I think I can feel a hand on my shoulder or eyes watching me the way he always would. 

Lately, my son has been smiling and waving at the dark hallway and talking to someone in his closet. He calls him "Blue Man". He never seems afraid. Maybe it's an imaginary friend. Maybe he has his own guardian angel... Or maybe, just maybe, Tommy kept me safe as long as he could, and now he's watching over my baby. 

If he is, if it really is him, I know he's in good hands. 

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. Who or what do you think Tommy is? Is it possible for a guardian angel to pass from one generation to the next? What do you think of my experiences?

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As a young mom I couldn't afford much. There were these low rental units just off of 22nd st. The owner of this building was basically a slumlord. I got to give him some credit though. He did attempt to renovate, and he evicted all the problematic tenants that used to live there.

The building manager was being more picky about who they let in the building now, too. So that was why the apartment building was half empty when I moved in there with my 3 yr old. We got to know the neighbors quick. I met a woman named Rebecca. She told me that her previous boyfriend died from heart complications not too long ago. Then she told me how his friend Jim was there for her, and how they leaned on each other during their time of mourning. She said she moved out of her place to live with Jim in his basement suite. She wasn't much older than I was. Pretty with dark curly hair. Pale skin. I nodded my head and commiserated with her. It was good that they had each other. Grief was hard enough on your own. If you can find a shoulder to lean on, then it was that much lighter. They offered me a beer, but I declined. And that was Rebecca.

I was curled up on my couch watching t.v alone one night. It was well after midnight when someone knocked on my door. My immediate thought was who the hell would be knocking on my door at this hour?! My nosy self headed over to look into the peephole. Standing there in the hallway under the flourescent lighting was this older gentleman. He was wearing a short sleeved colorful print shirt, khaki shorts and brown sandals. He was a white guy, with silver messy medium length hair. He had a bit of a paunch.

I opened the door. He looked at me with these sad blue eyes. He asked, "Is Rebecca home?" I furrowed my brow and then told him that she didn't live in this unit anymore. I told him that she moved into unit 3 downstairs. The expression on his face after I said that. It was a mix of surprise, disappointment and something else. He quickly looked at his feet. I went to close the door but he looked up at me then he said that he was thirsty. He asked me if I could please give him a glass of water? I was a bit taken aback because what a strange request. Ever the helpful person, I said, "Sure but stay there." I shut the door, locked it and then headed to the kitchen. I ran the cold tap water into a mug, then I unlocked the door. I opened it, and as I was handing him the water I got this strong gut feeling to not touch his skin. I carefully avoided his fingers. He took a few sips and then he handed the mug back. I don't know why but I suddenly felt alarmed. Danger. I didn't let his hand touch mine. Then I closed the door quickly. My heart sped up a bit. The hallway was chilly, and my fingertips felt cold. I peeked into the peephole and there was no one there.

I was uncomfortable the rest of the night, like why did I tell him where Rebecca lived? I shouldn't have done that. I felt like I did something really wrong. It was if I just gave a permission of some kind. Or I just allowed something to happen.

Honestly, I don't remember if these things happened before or after that night, but the lights would burn out. Especially the dining room light. It was frequent enough that I asked management to check the electrical. They said everything was good, there was nothing broken or loose in the wiring.

I ended up just leaving the dining room dark.

My bf was over one evening. The three of us were watching TV together in the livingroom. My bf got up to make himself a sandwich. There was a old wooden room divider between the two rooms. We could see him at the counter fixing his snack. We had our own on the coffee table. My bf had to walk around the divider through the dark diningroom area to get into the kitchen.

My 3 yr old said, "Mommy, why is that man staring at us?" I asked, "What man? Where is he?" My 3 yr old pointed to the dark diningroom area. I looked but of course no one was there. I was really creeped out but I asked, " What does he look like?" "He has big fat eyes, and his hair is like this." Then my child showed me with their little hands how the mans hair stuck out, then made wavy fingers. Ughh!

I didn't want to scare my baby, so I pretended that what they said didn't frighten me. My bf on the other hand, was still in the kitchen and he paused mid slice after he heard that.

Then my 3 yr old said, "He is your friend who shuts off the lights." I shuddered.
I wrapped my child up in the blankets, and my bf came over to join us. I stayed up that whole night just watching over them.

Growing up, I always felt like someone else was in the house with us. Little things would happen—lights turning on by themselves, random footsteps upstairs when no one was there—but we all brushed it off as old-house noises.

One night, I woke up to the sound of shuffling in the hallway. I thought it was my mom, so I called out, but no one answered. Then, clear as day, I saw a figure standing in my doorway. It was tall, shadowy, and completely still. I froze, too scared to move.

After what felt like forever, it turned and walked away. I bolted to my parents’ room, and my mom swore she hadn’t been up. My dad joked it was “the house ghost,” but I didn’t sleep in my room for a week.

Years later, when we were moving out, my mom admitted she’d seen it too. She just didn’t want to scare me. To this day, I still get chills thinking about it.

Hello, I'm new here and I don't really know how this works. I would like you to share with me paranormal experiences that you have experienced or that your close relatives have experienced. My friend and I are planning to do a podcast about it and I would like to share your cases with our listeners. Thank you very much.

hola, soy nuevo por aquí y no se muy bien como funciona esto, me gustaría que me compartieras experiencias paranormales que habéis vivido o han vivido familiares cercanos a vosotros, mi amigo y yo tenemos pensado hacer un podcast sobre ello y me gustaría compartir vuestros casos a nuestros oyentes, muchas gracias

This is so random, but I need to talk about so the like professionals can give me some advice on this.

So as I said in the title I can hear people call me but no one is there. The first time this happened I was in bed and idk why I do this but I always have a gap inbetween my pillows and I always put the side of my hand there. And I vividly remeber hearing someone shout "EVA!!" (my name btw) and it scared me SO MUCH. I went to parents room and told my mum and I'm saying that because I never tell my parents my "scary" stories cuz I don't want them to think I'm going insane or something. So it's really werid for me to do that to be honest.

The next time it happened I was in the bathroom nad I remebering hearing someone whisper "eva.." and it didn't scare me to much but it was weird.

The next and last time right now it happened I was doing my last SEAG paper and I was in the sports hall of the school I did it in. And I was in the middle of the hall and all the teachers were at the front of the hall and nobody was allowed to talk. Then I heard "eva.." and it scared me. And you might think "Eva it was probably the person beside you, just because you're not allowed to talk doesn't mean people are going to follow it" true. But the voice was like a woman's voice, quite like mine to be honest, and I was sitting beside all boys. My boy best friend was behind me, a boy from the other class was on my right and a different boy from the other class (there are three classes) was on my left and there was a boy in front of me. So it couldn’t have been.

But yea has this happened to anyone else cuz I feel like I'm going insane.

When I was 14-15 I was living with my dad. We lived in a small two bedroom apartment that was upstairs. I wouldn't say that the apartment was a hot spot for paranormal activity per say. But shortly after we moved in some strange things started to happen. For some reason my dad's room always gave me the creeps. Mind you, I'm not someone who is scared of the dark at all. But whenever I'd walk by his room and he wasn't home and the door was open, It felt like someone was looking back at me through the darkness. I started to close his door when he wasn't home because the feeling of being watched from his room was overwhelming. One day I had walked home from school, and didn't see my dad's jeep in the parking lot so I figured he was out doing some handy work for someone...I went inside and put down my back pack and walked straight to his room and shut the door. I settled down in my room when I heard heavy stomping sounds from my dad's room. My heart stopped. My dad always wears these big steel toe boots that are good for out door work or construction/carpentry. It sounded exactly like his heavy step. I stopped for a moment to listen and walked close to his door. When I realized that the light was on from the crack at the bottom of the door. I said "dad?" Just to make sure my dad wasn't actually home. I know I didn't see his car outside, and I didn't see my dad taking a nap when I first went to close his door. And that the light was not on. But maybe I'm losing my mind. No reply. I kept hearing the heavy steps. My second thought, did someone break in and hide in my dad's room? I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife as I kept hearing the sound of heavy boots walking around. I slowly walked back to his door and braced myself for a long minute before finally jolting the door open. But nothing. No one was there. I ran to his closet door and slid the door open, knife in hand. No one. At this point I'm thinking I'm crazy. So I brush it off and go about my day. But I'd hear the footsteps time to time. Then one weekend night while my dad was working his 12am-8am graveyard shift as a security officer, I was watching TV in the living room when I heard the door knob jiggling on front door. My eyes darted to the door as I froze, watching the doorknob jiggle for about a minute long before stopping. After it stopped I got up to check the peep hole and there was no one. I got in the habit of sleeping with the lights on and a weapon close needless to say. When my dad returned home in the morning he says "I think someone tried to break in." I said "What do you mean?" He signals for me to come to the outside of the door and I see scratch marks and wood chipped away between the door and frame around the knob. We chalked it up to maybe some junkie trying to break in. We lived in an area that is notorious for drug use and poverty. But it freaked us out. And my dad was always anxious to leave me alone after that. He started texting more and calling during his night shifts to check in. As I wasnt sleeping much at the time obviously. Now one school night, while he was away working... Everything seemed calm. No footsteps. No knobs jiggling. No ominous feelings in the apartment. I had texted my dad that everything was good and I was going to sleep. As I had to get up early for school. I wake up around 6:30 am and got up to use the restroom. I was particularly tired this day and didn't want to get in the shower yet, so I went to lay back down and scroll on my phone for a bit. As I'm laying in bed... I hear the front door unlock. My dad usually gets off at 8am. But I assumed maybe he got out early, as he did time to time. "Dad?" I call out. No reply. But I heard a grunting sound, it sounded like my dad was hurt. Like the sound you make with your lips closed and you groan in pain if you stub your toe. But it was a deep groan. Working security at a casino and bar... My dad often would get into altercations with drunk patrons when he had to remove them. Hed been injured at work many times like this. "Dad are you ok?" I called out again. No reply. The groaning became louder. And I heard a dragging sound on the carpet simultaneously. I'm thinking maybe he hurt his foot or leg... The dragging and groaning noise trailed from the living room to the kitchen and onto the tile floor. And then I heard the fridge open and then close. I called out one more time "Dad?!?!" No reply. Now I'm freaked out and sinking deep into my bed as my heart pounds. I heard the dragging noise on the carpet again, and the groaning noise started getting closer to my room. And then the groaning turned into a growling noise. Like a dog... or a wolf. And quickly the growling was a snarling evil sound that I can't get out of my mind. I pulled the blankets over my head and started to cry and pray. I was shaking. The growling approached the doorway to my room... It was in my room, loud. I could feel the anger and threat directed toward me. And then I heard the sound of a gust of wind. My light bulb blew out, And the lights went off. It became dark and cold suddenly. My fight or flight kicked in at this point and I jumped out of bed to face whatever it was, but I saw nothing. Except strangely a gallon of water from our fridge, in the middle of the floor, that was not there when I had gone to the bathroom minutes before. At this point I'm too freaked out to pay that any mind and I run out of my room to the front door, and see no one in the living room. And the front door is locked. I unlocked the door and run down the stairs crying. I immediately called my dad who left work and rushed home. I waited at the bottom of the steps until he arrived. He thinks that I had a bad dream to this day. We moved out soon after because I just couldn't stand to be there anymore. Whatever it was, didn't seem like a trapped spirit. I never had another experience like this anywhere I lived... before or after. And it's my only true paranormal experience. I believe it was a demon in that apartment that was mimicking my dad. Why that place, I have no idea. Why did it mimick my dad, I don't know. But it didn't follow me when we moved.

I'll never forget the sound of it growling at me.

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I never believed in ghost stories—at least, not until I found myself standing in front of the old house on the hill. The locals called it the “Whispering House,” and for as long as I could remember, I’d heard rumors about it. People said strange noises came from inside: faint whispers, cries, and sometimes, just the sound of something scratching at the walls. But no one ever dared go near it. I thought it was all nonsense, until the night I decided to see for myself.

It was a stormy evening, the kind where the wind howls through the trees, and the sky seems ready to swallow the earth whole. I’d heard the stories all my life, but I was tired of the fear they had over me. So, I grabbed my flashlight and my courage and made my way up to the house.

The air around it felt different—heavy, like the atmosphere itself was holding its breath. The front door creaked open with the slightest touch, and as I stepped inside, the smell of decay hit me. Dust covered everything—furniture, floors, even the air itself seemed thick with time.

I walked through the rooms, my flashlight trembling in my hand. Nothing. Just old furniture covered with sheets and broken windows that let in the chill of the night. But then I heard it. At first, it was so soft I thought it was just the wind, but when I paused, it stopped too.

“Aaron…”

I froze. My name. It wasn’t the wind. My heart thudded in my chest as I scanned the room, but there was nothing—no one. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, I thought. I moved further into the house, my feet creaking with each step, and then—there it was again, but louder, closer.

“Aaron… Come closer…”

I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine. The whisper was clear now, and it didn’t sound like the wind or my imagination. It was… alive. Against my better judgment, I walked towards the source, following the voice that seemed to beckon me from the darkness.

As I moved deeper into the house, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavier, colder, as though the walls themselves were closing in. The whispers swirled around me, filling my ears with their low, insistent murmur.

“Aaron… You’re almost there…”

The voice sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once, but somehow, I couldn’t see anyone. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I felt like I was being pulled, like something was dragging me forward. I followed the sound until I reached the attic, its door creaking open on its own.

The room was dark, the only light coming from my flickering flashlight. The floor was cracked and uneven, and the ceiling sagged low, but there, in the middle of the room, stood an antique mirror. Its glass was cracked, but there was something about it. Something... wrong. I don’t know why, but I felt an unshakable pull toward it. The whispers were louder now, like a chorus of voices chanting my name.

“Aaron… Come closer…”

I stepped forward, my feet heavy with dread, and when I looked into the mirror, I saw it.

At first, I thought it was my reflection. But the face staring back at me was wrong—twisted. The eyes were empty, hollow, like two dark pits that stared into my soul. The mouth was stretched into an unnatural grin, as if it was mocking me. It wasn’t me. It was someone else.

The whispering stopped, replaced by a voice that was not my own.

“Stay… Forever…”

I stumbled back, heart racing. The room began to spin, the walls closing in on me. The air was thick with a presence I couldn’t explain. I turned to leave, but the door slammed shut with a deafening bang. Panic flooded my chest. I pulled at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The whispers returned, louder now, frantic. Screaming. And then I heard something—something terrible.

Behind me, in the mirror, the woman’s grin widened. And from the cracks in the glass, more faces began to appear. Faces that pressed against the mirror, desperate, pleading. I could see their eyes—pleading for help, but I knew it was too late for them.

And then I understood.

They weren’t trapped in the mirror.

They were trapped in the house. Just like me.

I turned to run, but my feet wouldn’t move. I was frozen, paralyzed with fear, my mind screaming at me to get out. But the house wasn’t going to let me. I could feel it—like the walls were alive, like the floor was moving beneath me.

The last thing I heard before everything went black was her voice, soft and cold, right behind my ear.

“Welcome home, Aaron.”

The next morning, the house stood silent once again, as if nothing had ever happened. The storm had passed, and the sun cast a weak light through the clouds. But when they went to look inside, they found nothing. No sign of me. Just the mirror, cracked and forgotten in the attic.

But if you look closely, you’ll see my face there now, pressed against the glass, eyes wide in terror.

Just waiting for someone else to come.

Soooo, I was walking out of my room to get something to eat. My sister was in her room, right across from mine, with the door open. I looked back because I seen her walking into my room from hers, but when I went to see why & no one was there. Which was weird because it was only 3 second later… I then looked into her room and she was at her desk in the corner of the room. I was so confused because it looked so real but clearly wasn’t. I asked if she went into my room and she said no, I told her about what I saw and she dismissed it. But I can’t stop thinking about it. It was a girl with long brown hair with black jeans, leggings, or sweats, I couldn’t tell. And a white and black striped long sleeve shirt. I believe it could be my grandma and she wanted me to see but idk maybe i’m crazy. Has anyone else ever experienced anything like this? Please lmk!!!!

Currently i reside in the ERAU Daytona beach campus in Adam’s Hall, and there’s been some strange things happening…

Im not one to believe in ghosts or demons or anything of the sort. I come from a small coastal town that has ghost stories built into its culture, but i only ever bought into it as a kid. Every local has their story, I guess i never expected mine to be in my college dorm an hour away.

The first few incidents of strange things happening i dismissed as coming from normal college dorm stuff. The entire hall is just freshmen, of course they’re up to pranks all the time. I’ve caught many in the act of ding dong ditching and tying rope on my door handle… (idk what that one was about) My walls are paper thin and i can usually even hear what my neighbors are talking about. My neighbors are noisy, but I’ve gotten used to it.

THE LATE NIGHT DOOR BANGING

Things only started getting out of hand when the noises weren’t during quiet hours, and usually, I was alone (Adam’s is a triple but one roommate moved out and the other lives quite close so they go home almost every weekend). I would hear very loud persistent banging on my front door, the kind you get from campus safety or if housing is feeling aggressive. But those people call out things like “Campus Safety, open the door!” Or “Housing, (insert room number)”. These late night bangs never came with a voice, not even a hushed whisper or giggle. Just repeated banging until I got out of bed or shouted loud enough.

The first time I recall this happened, I had just been through something a little traumatic that involved my safety at my dorm, so I thought I was simply going crazy and being paranoid. But even after that, the banging went on. I asked my suite-mates whether they had heard anything, they hadn’t at all. I don’t know anyone else on my floor, except my RA, and the banging is so loud that my walls shake a bit. So it would be strange for some freshmen that I don’t know to knock only on my door, and to do that consistently, without me catching them. This still happens to this day and my roommate has heard it too, she’s only heard it when I’ve been dead asleep, strange how we never hear it together. We might both be crazy though.

THE WAIL

It’s around 6 pm. I was at my dorm much earlier than usual and was sitting on my bed doing homework. My roommate was with me doing homework as well. We both hear this strange scream, more like a wail than anything. For clarity, it sounded VERY painful and not… to alight with community guidelines… “adult”. Thinking we were crazy hearing things (I’m telling you, the door banging has drove us mad) we made sure to confirm the other heard it as well. We rush to pop our heads out the door, fearing whoever made that noise was hurt.

As we look into the empty hallway, wondering what the hell made that noise, one of our neighbors 4 doors down pops her head out. She asks if we heard the wail, we say “yeah! It was right next to our door!” She replies, “what? I swear it was right next to mine!” Another neighbor in the other direction pops his head out the door and asks the same thing. The interaction that followed was the same as well. We all mumbled about how weird it was and slowly sank back into our rooms, my roommate and I, a little freaked out since we know now we aren’t imagining things.

THE HANDLE SHAKE

Back at my hometown, I live smack dab next to the train tracks. It gets a little annoying when the trains go by with a particularly large load as the walls and items on desks will be shaking for a good 10 minutes sometimes. My bathroom was connected to my bedroom and the door handle was a bit loose, just never thought to tighten it. So when a train went by, it would shake, it would speed up and slow down with the rhythm of the wheels on the tracks. That sound is very different from when my sister (whose bedroom is connected to the same bathroom) would bump into it or lock it. Very. Different.

Fast forward to an hour ago. I’m sitting on my floor, by myself, on a Saturday, watching YouTube and playing Minecraft, duh. I hear the door handle to the bathroom jiggle up and down, paired with some giggling. My immediate thought was, “oh, my suitemates are playing around again, lemme join in and scare them!” I walked to the door, handle still jiggling. I grab the handle and yank open the door to pop my head out and surprise them! But there was nobody. No one was in that little room that connects my suite to the bathroom. There’s also nothing in there but a hung towel and some toilet paper on a shelf. Was the noise at the door? I could’ve sworn it wasn’t, after all, the door handle continued to shake until i grabbed it and opened it. I check the front door. Nothing. I shake the front door handle, just to see if i could mimic the sound, hoping this is some weird prank. It has a completely different pitch and sound to it. I turn back and knock on my suitemates door to ask if they had shaken my door handle. They said no, in fact, nobody had been there for a good 2 hours. One was up in the lofted bed and the other was at their desk working on a project. They also hadn’t heard their door handle jiggle, so it’s not likely the building just shook for no reason. Earthquakes aren’t a thing here, and that door can’t be accessed from the hallway, only from the rooms.

What the hell has been causing this. If I was the only one experiencing this, that would be one thing, but my neighbors and roommate has stuff too. Is Adam’s hall known to be haunted and I’ve just never heard about it? Is there any historical significance of this area that would possibly put this building in such a predicament?

TLDR: I live in Adam’s Hall. Me and my roommate hear late night door banging despite there being nobody there. There are ghastly wails in the hallways that my neighbors from far away hear as well. A door handle that can only be accessed by me or my suitemates jiggles late at night despite them not being anywhere near it or hearing their own door handle shake. I don’t want this to mean a ghost but also, how else would I find out if it isn’t?

When I was 14 me my 2 brothers and mum moved homes, It was a council house in my home town of Leigh greater Manchester.

It took us about 1 month to decorate and get settled in when we all started hearing noises coming from upstairs, it sounded like foot steps and switches being turned on and off, at the time we had 3 cats and they where all very hesitant to go upstairs and when we could hear the noises the cats would look up and follow the sound and if we picked any of the cats up to take them upstairs they would struggle with us and make it clear they didn't want to go up.

After several months of living there the noises would get more often and then one night my mum said she was in bed reading and she felt one side of her bed dip down and it felt like someone sitting at the side of her.

After being there for 4 years we where all used to it and the noises seemed to settle down and even the cats would venture upstairs, one of them would even sleep in me and my bothers bedroom has at the time I shared a room with my younger brother.

When I turned 18 my older brother had moved out and my mum got a job managing a pub and she moved into a flat above it, so it was just me my younger brother and cats living there now.

I quickly moved into my older brothers old room which was my first time having my own room, I quickly made it my own and my younger brother used the extra space in his room to get a weight lifting bench, he didn't use it much and he would hang his cloths on hangers on the bar, this played a part in what happend next.

One night I had gone to bed as normal at 10pm and I quickly fell to sleep, after a few hours I was woken up by a loud sound from my brothers room, I quickly jumped out of bed and opened my bothers door and the cat came running out and my brother had clearly just woken up aswell, I immediately noticed that the clothes my brother had hung on his barbell where swaying back and forth and the sound that woke us up was the bar that had 60kg on it plus the cloths had been picked up and dropped back down.

We where both a bit freaked out because that was the loudest thing we had heard from the house but nothing like that happened again until a time when my younger brother had gone to Spain with my mum and I was on my own in the house but I had booked a trip with friends to ibiza.

The night before our flight I asked one of my friends to stay at my house because he was a heavy sleeper and was difficult to wake up and we didn't want him to be late for the flight.

He came to my house at around 4pm I had already told him that he might hear the footsteps upstairs but I don't think he believed me.

As it was summer it was a very warm day so I had the back door open to let some breeze in and we where both sat in the living room, then the footsteps started, my friend knew there was only us in the house because anybody else would have to walk past us to go upstairs, then the footsteps got louder, alot more than usual and then all of a sudden it sounded like a very large person running down the stairs, we both ran out of the house before whatever it was reached the bottom step.

My friend refused to go back in and I reluctantly went back in to get my passport and luggage and to feed the cats and leave them some water because my older brother would come the next day to feed them until my younger brother came back.

Nothing much happened after that, I speculate that whatever it was was, was used to me and my brothers presence and didn't like new people in the house.

About 2 years later we moved out of the house and a new tenant moved in and about 6 months later the new tenant went in my mums pub and asked if we experienced any strange things in the house, my mum told them the truth but told them it was harmless and they'll get used to it.

If you made it to the end thankyou and sorry it was so long winded.

Hi again ! I’ve posted on here before about my spooky house , as I’m new to living in a haunted house lol I wanted to ask a question cause I don’t know if it means anything or not. So last night I was in my room playing cod with some friends and my dad knocks on the door and asks “were you just in the kitchen ? Like right now?” And obvi I wasn’t so I said no and he said “get your a$$ out here I just saw it again” 😭 so he took me out to the living room to show me what happened from where he was sitting in the living room we can see the dining room and shadows from the kitchen if someone’s in there. Well my dog Daisy was looking around the corner and got off her chair. ( it was like 12:30 at night ) so my dad figured he’d put her to bed and head to sleep too and then all of a sudden he watched as a WHITE silhouette of a person peaked around the corner looked at him and went back into the kitchen - that’s when he went to get me. We were freaking out together cause it was so cool but freaky. Anyway I went back to cod cause I left mid game lol. Sometimes my dog Daisy opens my door and lets herself in and goes onto my bed. Anyway as I’m playing I hear my door open and I said “hi daisy” and then I heard a little growl and I was like that’s weird so I went to take my headset off and I heard the growl again so I went to look at my bed and go to pet her but she wasn’t there ? So I go and look Daisy was in her crate. OH MY GOSH. Once I realized I heard something growl from behind me I was freaked out. So my questions are

1. It was always a black spirit before and now my dad saw it and it was white so is that bad? Does it even mean anything ?
2. It growling maybe at me ? Is that like threatening or was it just letting me know that it was there …?

I dunno I’m new to this obviously and i wanted advice cause I watch a lot of horror movies and I don’t want like a inhuman spirit or something tryna come at my toes 😭 anyway thank you for listening 🙏

For full disclosure, I would consider myself an open minded skeptic. These things happened after I suddenly lost my dad (who I was pretty close to) to illness as a kid, plus there was a lot of dysfunction in my family after his death, so I'm not sure if these were just the imagination of a child who was grieving her father while living in a dysfunctional household or what. I still feel really spooked out when I think about them and have trouble explaining some of the stuff.

The first weird thing I noticed was a shadow I saw on the living room couch. The couch was in a really well lit area next to a big window, so it was a weird place for a shadow. I don't even know if "shadow" would be the right word here, it was like every time I walked past the living room out of the corner of my eye I'd see the black shadow-like silhouette of a woman sitting on the couch. I could name specific details, like it always looked like she was sitting with her legs curled up on the couch beside her, and her hair pulled up into some sort of bun. Of course when I'd turn to look there would be nothing there. But this kept up for years. I did start to think I was maybe unwell or just imagining things, until other people (like my brother's girlfriend) who I had never told about this shadow woman started complaining to me that they kept thinking they saw a woman on the couch out of the corner of their eye, but when they turned to look nothing was there.

The next weird thing was how it kept happening that I would wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of people talking downstairs, sometimes yelling even, and I always had a really weird unsettled feeling when this happened. I was always scared to open my door when this was happened because it just felt so off, but in the times I was brave enough to open my door and check there would be nothing. Just dark downstairs, no one down there, and everyone else in the house asleep in their rooms. I started sleeping with my T.V. on for years to try to drown out the sounds. Again, I thought I was maybe imagining things, maybe I was unwell or developing some disorder, until other people in the house started complaining about hearing it too. Sometimes my T.V. would just turn off on its own while I was sleeping and I'd still wake up to the talking downstairs.

Back when family "computer rooms" were still a thing I'd obviously stay on the family computer until pretty late at night, as a lot of young teens would do, checking MySpace or whatever. Except the family computer room was right next to the basement, and when I'd stay up at night in the computer room I'd hear footsteps going up and down the basement stairs. I also got a weird feeling about it and was sometimes afraid to open the door, but I sometimes did at my mom's insistence that maybe one of the cats or dogs had gotten left down in the basement. Of course it was always dark with nothing down there the few times I felt brave enough to check.

When I was an older teen I had a laptop, and I started having issues that even when the laptop was fully turned off, every morning at around 3-3:15 am it would turn on and start playing random songs or random youtube videos. Maybe there was a technical explanation for this, like a virus or an alarm or something, it would always do it at around 3 am, and it was random on if it would open my music player or youtube, and it was usually the last song or video I had watched or listened to, even though my laptop was turned off and closed. Maybe with all the other stuff going on I was just projecting something paranormal onto a glitchy laptop.

One of my weirdest memories was one day I was sitting on my bed working on a paper for school. I remember I had my T.V. on and I remember Scrubs was on (I'm really dating all of this aren't I?) when I got that weird feeling that you get when someone is watching you from my doorway. I looked in the doorway, and I just saw a face and nothing else. No body, and the face already looked a little transparent. It was weird, it was like an orange-y color, and the eyes were really big and black, kind of reminded me a bit of an owl. After a few second of staring back at it, it just sort of disintegrated into thin air. I just got up and slammed my door shut and freaked out about it for a bit.

A few years ago my mom sold the house. I went to visit for the last time, as a grown woman in my early 30's with my husband, and weirdly enough part of me almost wanted something weird to happen while I was visiting. Nothing weird or paranormal did happen though. My mom claims she got rid of whatever was there, maybe she did, or maybe we were all just sick with grief and family dysfunction when I was a teen. It was all still weird though and I still don't know what to make of it.