So. My father passed away 2 years ago while sleeping. The saddest moment of my life.
That afternoon he called my over the phone and we have a short conversation. When i hang up the phone i have a feeling to say "I Love You" to him. But Nevermind.

When i was young he told that when my grand mother (His mother in law) passed away he saw her severals times in the house. And she told him that she was there to protect me.
And through his life he has several "paranormal" encounters like this.

A couple of days after he passed away i was sleeping and i hear from my living room his voices saiying "Oh no!".Then i wake up and everything seems to be a dream.

I have another couple of dreams that i dont remember. But i do remember one in specific.
I was walking around a street and i see and old friend in front of a building. When i reach him my father was there. And i was shocked! I hug him and he told me "Dont Worry. Im waiting for my friends to do a barbecue" (One of his favourites things in the world).

This was between the first 6 months since he passed away.

Almost a year later i had a dream/memory. I was in a party like i remember as a child full of relatives and friends of the family.
And when i watched to the other room i noticed my godfather and my dog (Both are dead more than 10 year ago). When i noticed that i say lowder "if you 2 are out there, my dad must be there". Then i run to the room and suddenly the room starts to be longer avoiding me to reach them. I wake up very nervous after that.
I tell this to close friends and they tell me is just a dream.

Then. 6 or 8 months ago my wife and i decided to move to Europe.
At the beggining i was worried about the leave my mother with my 2 sisters. I feel like i was a bad son.
Then one night i was sleeping and a i wake up because i hear the voice of my father calling me like he was next to my bed.

My wife told me that he was my father telling me that everything is ok.

Well. Now im living in Europe since September. Im having some issues trying to find a job. Im really very nervous. My Wife always tell me to chill and wait.
The other night again. I dream about i was in a family reunion or similar. My mother was talking very loud and my father was there. Really shy. Then suddenly he stands from his chair go to another room and came with two cans of beer and he said to me: "This people are going to think we are stupid. Have a beer with me" (Kind of his behavior when my mother ask him to be polite) Lol.

So. I was re thinking everything. This could only dreams or jokes from my mind or it could be that him is taking a visit to me?

P.D: Sorry for my english. :)

First of all: I‘ve set the flair to trigger warning because this really triggered me in some way. I‘m no native speaker so please excuse my bad english!

Yesterday evening I was watching the usual „creepy ChinaTok“ compilations and felt asleep on the couch. When I woke up in the middle of the night, there was this strange Video running, featuring a guy alone in Phoenix Arizona. And by alone I mean alone. There are bo other peoples, no other cars moving, he enters empty stores, walks on empty streets etc. I‘ve watched thousands of these „mystery“ or „creepy“ type of videos and never had the feeling witnessing something real. There‘s always some kind of explanation or it‘s like „ok, may be real“ but never ever such a video triggered anything within me. This video was different. It really bounded my attention to it and made me feel uneasy in some kind of way, I‘ve never experienced. The Video theoretically could be a well operated hoax but something in my guts makes me just feel, that this ist kind of real.

The channel features a series of similar videos, with the same guy in different cities of the USA.

Did you stumble upon this channel? The channel is from 2013 and has exactly 555 subs at this moment. So I don‘t see no chance that this is some type of marketing gag, like the last series of this kind of „all humans have gone“ videos had been.

When browsing through the comments, their seem to be other videos on this channel, that had been deleted. One paticular video supposedly showing Las Vegas in the Year 2040 had been allegedly removed from YT.

I can‘t make myself any sense out of this. It‘s just this strange eery vibe these videos giving me and my guts telling me, that this isn‘t just a hoax..

What do you think about this channel?

https://youtube.com/@everythingemptyalwaysalone

Second channel of the same person:

https://youtube.com/@anotheradventureithink

This happened years ago when I was about 12-13.

I was at my Girl Scout camp where we were sleeping in cabins. Sometimes on the camping trips we would go on, I would get homesick and leave at night. That’s what happened this time.

When my dad came to pick me up (around 1am), the leader that was with me told me to grab my dishes outside. (They were in a cloth bag on a clothes line like everyone else’s) but it was kind of downhill from where they were standing.

Anyway, I go outside and as I’m about to grab my dishes I see a human-like shadow figure run through the woods. I run back to my dad and the leader and told them what I saw. They said it was probably just an animal. (It was not) I was so freaked out that I didn’t even look at the woods when I ran to get my dishes.

My dad suggested it could have been someone going for a run but at 1am? Not to mention we were in a pretty rural area, not the place where people would be running in the woods alone at night. Idk man.

Hello,

I (15) am not a strong believer of the paranormal. I don't know what I believe? But my first conclusion is never "ITS A GHOST!!", but i am questioning that now. I've always had strange things happen in my house but never really tried to think about it.

I moved into this house sometime around may 2023 I think? Anyways, my first creepy thing happened July 4, 2023. I was deep cleaning my bedroom & bathroom. My mother and youngest sibling were out of the house, and the rest of my family (2 siblings, and my dad) were outside. I had my hands full of cleaners because I had finished cleaning the bathroom connected to my bedroom, I walk out of my room and set them outside my door then turn around and my lights were off. It wasn't electrical as my switch was flipped too. Strange but honestly I didn't really think much of it. This has happened numerous times, only to me that I have been aware of, I have rather shit memory so I attributed it to that [by that, I mean i was thinking I flipped off the lights around me and immediately forgot].

Then it gets weirder in 2024. I was home alone, my youngest sister likes to mess in cabinets to create chaos as she can climb well but also due to developmental delays doesn't understand really what she's truly doing (she is driven by impulse), so we have these "Safety 1st Cabinet Slide Locks" on the cabinets. One of my cats was trying to break into their food cabinet to rip open the bag so I needed to lock the cabinet. I couldn't find the lock ANYWHERE. Next to this cabinet is a 2 way sliding door pantry and the side next to this cabinet was open, literally inches away..well, I turn around to look for it and hear something. I turn back, the lock is on there (unlocked tho, it's hanging by one of the cabinet handles) swaying because someone or something had put it on there. Again. I WAS HOME ALONE. I was so confused also because specifically with these locks they are dark gray, and my cabinets are white. So I honestly was creeped out but tried to brush it off and just went upstairs to my room until my family got home.

I don't remember what month this was but I was messing around with an app called ghost tube. I supposedly came into contact with something but I didn't exactly believe the app as it [the words] wasn't making sense. Afterwards, I was listening to music on my bed, my bedroom door opened a LOT. but nothing was in my doorway and again I was home alone (I don't know why the shit kept happening when i was home alone, it is making it hard to verify my stories by others 🙁), I close my door and lock it then am like "ykw. I gotta piss." So I go open the door to my bathroom and there's this dark figure in my bathroom in the daylight. Nothing could even resemble that shape in my bathroom. I was creeped the fuck out. I immediately try to close my door but it wouldn't close, something was keeping it open. I was using my full body strength until I FINALLY got it. I ran outside and waited for my mom.

Now a few little things happened here and there but I wouldn't call it ghost suspicious worthy so I'll spare you that :)

Here's the most recent happenings.

I got rather scared of my bathroom at night, no explainable reason, about 2 months ago. So I got a chair and blocked my bathroom, I also had been lighting lavender incense because it calms me down at night. Well every night since that I've been getting nightmares of a woman in my dreams saying "when I escape, I will get you." You know..you'd assume I would've connected it to my bathroom being blocked, NOPE. Didn't until after I unblocked it last week, when the dreams immediately stopped and I started getting creeped out of my room, i felt dreadful and something heavy around me all the time. Well, my 7 year old sister and I were home alone. Everyone else, at the store and my dad at work. Our bedrooms are only 2 doors from each other. I had been on my phone when I heard a loud ass banging on our front door. BTW, my door on its side has 2 long glass panels and panels in the middle of the door so you can see who's at the door. Well, the banging is about for a minute and then my sister opens her door so I leave my room and go down together, assuming it was our sister who always does that incessant banging noise. We get down there and the second we look at the door, it stops. Our mom's car isn't in the driveway. We live on a hill + have stairs that lead up to the door so someone couldn't have run away in time. I was creeped tf out. Now both my sister and I are seeing this entity. 2 days ago my sister saw this woman she thought was our mom, in her room. But she went in there and it was gone. I thought "ya know. It's probably her imagination or she saw wrong." I told her not to worry about it. Then yesterday, was cleaning up a mess my sister made in my parents bedroom, saw a woman wearing white and had black short hair (our mother has brown shoulder length hair and i dont think even owns anything that looked even similar to what the thing is wearing), she was only out the corner of my eye, I turned to look and nothing was there. I rushed up the cleaning and got out. I told myself so I'd be able to sleep "it was just the trick of the light."

Then this morning. Saw her twice. First, my door was creaked open because my dad checks in on us every morning, he was long gone for work. But always leaves the doors open. I'm looking at my phone then get an urge to look at my door. She's there staring at me. I run up and slam the door then give myself a 5 minute courage to leave room, my sisters door is open, and she is standing in front of my sisters bed but faced away, she was staring at me again but from there. I run the hell to my mom's room 😭🙏

My mom has mentioned feeling uneasy for about a week or so now but has not personally experienced anything.

I don't know what is going on, any feedback would be appreciated. Sorry if i don't make much sense, I am dyslexic + tired because I haven't been getting the best sleep.

I (20M) recently moved into my boyfriend's (19M) house with his family from MN to TX. I've been very spiritual my whole life, and so has his family. There have been small paranormal experiences here and there, like seeing figures similar to my boyfriend grandfather who passed, or hearing the dog walk around, who just recently passed. ( you are MISSED Mr. Beans ! ) I've dealt with my fair share of paranormal activity my whole life, but what I experienced here is something I dont think I've ever dealt with. It scared me. Ghosts never scare me but I was horrified. I still feel like I'm being watched. I was talking with my boyfriend and his grandmother in the dining room, when I saw this ugly thing peek from the hallway wall. It looked my height, (5'5) and looked like the dog who passed; but it was uncanny. Horrifying. I froze in fear and I felt like I was being hunted by something. I felt like I caught it stalking like a predator. I still feel its eyes on me. My boyfriend said I saw it where the dog used to lay. That was not his dog. I dont know If it's a demon or whatever but it made me feel pure fear. I've never felt this way. I'm considering praying and I'm not even religious. Any advice on what it might be would help! Thank you. If anyone wants the drawing I made of it as well let me know.

Hello! since I posted a story about my Dogman encounter in BC years ago (I will include that story at the end), I was asked a couple of times to expand on my paranormal encounters so I decided I would put my full story together in order as best as I can remember. None of these stories are fictional or exaggerated. These are my paranormal experiences or weird moments in my life, so far.

—The Beginning—

My paranormal experiences started when I was roughly six years old, my first experience was very unexpected since at this point in life I didn’t really know about the paranormal or spirits.

One evening, I was watching TV by myself in the living room while my parents were napping. As I was watching, I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck followed by what felt like someone pushing a firm single finger straight down into the top of my shoulder. As that happened simultaneously, I heard someone whisper “Hello” behind my right ear.

At that, I sprinted into my parents room telling them I heard someone whisper in my ear and that someone was in the house. They brushed me off and didn’t check for me. To this day, I wonder if this event somehow opened me up to the years of events that followed.

—Closet Encounter—

After this incident, unexplainable things started to happen in my house. My stepdad liked to scare me from time to time, and he would hide in my closet before bed and poke at my feet to scare me.

One night before bed, I checked my closet and closed it, knowing nobody was in there. Not long after I laid down, I could hear the door to my closet sliding opening. When I looked at the dark crack in the closet, I saw red eyes staring back at me. I ran, flicked the lights on, and opened the door, thinking my stepdad was in there trying to scare me again—but nobody was in there and those eyes were gone too.

—The Eyes in the Bathroom Vent—

Another experience I would have frequently involved the bathroom. When I took a bath, I would always see the same red eyes from the closet in the vent above the bathtub, just watching me.

It made me extremely uncomfortable, and I spent most of my bath time throwing a wet cloth at the vent. Usually, whenever I hit it dead on the eyes would disappear... until the next time I had a bath, that is.

—The First Apparition—

One night, my older brother and I were hanging out, playing games. He asked me to go upstairs to grab him a cup of ice cubes (he liked to eat them) as I was walking up the staircase, I looked up towards the railing that overlooked the downstairs. Standing there leaning onto the wooden railings was a figure dressed in a long, heavy-looking hooded robe. Its face was shrouded in blackness, and I couldn’t see any defining features.

I don’t know why, but I continued walking up the stairs but I noticed that as I moved, this entity stopped leaning on the railing and began mimicking my movements in reverse. Every step I took up, it would take one step backward toward the kitchen.

When I reached the top of the stairs, the figure had made it to the doorway of our kitchen, where it stood. It glanced in my direction and vanished right before my eyes.

--The Second Apparition—

I saw this figure one more time while I lived at this property.

I was upstairs on the computer, playing World of Warcraft, which had just recently been released. As I was playing, I started to hear cracking sounds, like someone cracking their knuckles. I thought I was alone in the house at the time, so it struck me as odd. I got up and opened the door to the hallway leading to the same staircase and kitchen area.

When I opened the door, the figure was standing at the end of the hall. It wasn’t looking at me though, but I could hear the cracking sound again, realizing that it was coming from this entity. I slammed the door shut and locked it. About ten seconds after shutting the door, I heard a strange sound that I can’t even describe. It was followed by what sounded like the door being pushed hard, like as if a big gust of wind had hit it.

To this day, I have no idea who—or what—that was, why it was there, or if it was trying to connect with me. I also wonder if this entity might be the same one with the red eyes I had seen previously. Was it getting closer to me?

--The Babysitter—

This next part I was unsure about leaving in, but since I’m describing my weird upbringing, I might as well.

I’m not sure if this person contributed to the weirdness I experienced, but she definitely pushed my brother and me to seek answers on our own, as you’ll see here.

My babysitter (I’m going to omit her name) was someone who had connections to our family. Her sister worked on our farm and had her own horses stabled there, so her mother often came along. After a while of her being around she ended up becoming our sitter.

Not long after she started sitting for us, she told us that she was a “witch.” She showed us really old Polaroid photos of her and two other people performing some kind of ritual with symbols carved into a table they sat at. She also showed us things she could do, like moving objects around without being touched.

For a long time, I thought this was just a fun story and tricks, but one day, I went inside from playing in the garage and made my way upstairs, where she was preparing dinner. She was unaware I was nearby. I witnessed one of our knives on the counter slide about two feet across straight into her hands and she just continued cutting as if nothing abnormal had just happened. She never saw that I noticed, and I never brought it up, but what that sparked in me was curiosity and because of that, I started researching “black magic.”

After looking around online with my brother, we stumbled onto some websites that gave directions on how to perform black magic rituals, and so we attempted it ourselves. We went outside, drew a pentagram with fallen leaves, placed a statue in the middle, and began to read off the ritual words we had written down. It was at this moment that our sitter looked outside, saw what we were doing, and ran out, screaming at us to stop. She started kicking the leaves everywhere and taking the statue we had placed. She scolded us, saying we had no idea what we were playing with and to never do something like that again. Not long after, she stopped sitting for us, and sadly, she passed away not too long after that. — While this part wasn’t necessarily paranormal, I think the context is needed to understand how my upbringing was and how these events may have created a domino effect for more to come. One thing was for sure, my sitter had an interest in the occult.

My last experience at this property was more tame but still creepy, I was getting ready for school in the morning and as I went to grab the hair comb it just flicked off the counter and hit the wall behind me, I know it didn’t just fall.

Note: This brings us to the end of the first house before we moved to rural BC near Lone Butte. I would like to note that these experiences so far are just the ones I could easily remember. They don’t include the noises I would hear, voices saying my name when nobody was home, shadows of people in my peripherals, and the feelings of being watched or sometimes touched.

—The Move to Lone Butte— At this point in my life, we had packed up and moved about 5 hours north to the outskirts of Lone Butte, BC—about a 20-minute drive from our place. The property we moved to sat on was roughly 100 acres of woodland. We were in the middle of nowhere, and our closest neighbors were a good distance away.

Anyway, here are my main experiences at this house. I won’t include everything, as there are just too many experiences of footsteps, things moving by themselves around the house, people talking when alone, shadows when nobody was home… you get the point.

—The Closet Slamming + Terrible Timing— My first major experience at this house was with my brother (who is very skeptical) and my stepsister. We were watching The Grudge at the time, and all of a sudden the upstairs closet started violently slamming open and closed for well over a few minutes. This terrified all of us and we didn’t know what to do, so we just ran outside and waited for our parents to come back home I did endup going back inside to grab shoes since the gravel was hurting my feet. When I went inside, I poked my head around the corner towards the living room just as the scene in The Grudge played where it's a close-up of her eyeball rolling from the back of her head to stare at you. I always found the timing to be so perfect it’s almost comical, but at that time, it scared me to death and I did not want to go back inside at all.

—The Schoolhouse & the woods— So, quick context about the property I was unaware of until I moved away years later. The property we lived on in Lone butte was around 100 acres and was old native land, the property had 2 barns, one for the horses and one was storage/workshop but it wasn’t always just a barn for storage, it use to be a old school were the catholic priest would bring the native children and force them lessons about Christ, this place on the property was burnt down at one point then rebuilt. It even had the old desk and chairs stacked up in the corner of it. There’s been rumours I’ve heard of possible mass graves being tied to places and that these school houses were not particularly kind towards the native children.

Anyways, my experiences with this schoolhouse along with my brother is that we’ve both seen the faces of kids in the glass and lights from the workshop would randomly turn on and off at all hours of the day or night. The woods at this property were just as spooky, we would find old leather belts tied up to trees, pickaxes, machetes, long and deep gouges ripped out of trees and prints of large animals around the forest. We also found what I think was a junk yard for old vintage cars, some have been there so long trees were growing through them.

—The Dogman— (Repost)

One night I was in the hot tub on the deck outside just watching the woods, taking in the silence, it was winter time and we just recently had a snowfall that left around knee height deep of snow.

It was around 2-3am and out of nowhere this very large wolf, bigger than one I have ever seen by far came out of the woods. I remember its coat being a shimmering silver and its bright piercing green eyes.

As this wolf was walking along the fence of our paddocks it locked eyes with mine and we just kinda stared at each other as he walked past me, both alone in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. What happened next till this day instantly makes my spine shiver, as the wolf walked past he walked towards our barn with our horses in it. It became darker as it entered the barn but the other side of the barn still had a bright light illuminating the outside that I could see clearly. This wolf as it entered, half way through it went from the shape of a wolf to a very large, broad shouldered person. The horses didn’t make a single sound and this person that now stood roughly 7 feet tall walked down the rest of the hall and rounded the corner towards the open field but didn’t emerge from the other side, I never saw it again.

My brother had his own encounter with this same wolf I’m guessing, he told me that he woke up randomly one night from the feeling of being watched. He then looked out his window too see a very large wolf walking away from his window so I’m guessing it was watching him sleep.

———-

I’m going to end it off here, I do have more paranormal stories and some UFO stories but it’s more just subtle creepy experiences and this story is getting way too long lol. I wanted to highlight the major ones I felt may of contributed to these experiences happening to me growing up.

If you have any questions I’ll do my best to respond or if you have similar stories share the link or DM me, Im always interested in hearing others experiences. If you made it all the way through this thanks for reading!

This happened to me years ago, but I have a clear memory of it. It was late, and I was in bed reading when a glowing, "sphere"-like thing appeared just below the ceiling. It was about the size of a basketball or larger. It started to move slowly from one end of the room toward the window before disappearing.

While I was observing this greenish-orange sphere floating through the room, I remember feeling really calm and peaceful.

What could this have been?

It happened again the last night. After weeks of sleepless nights because of that damn closet door that opens every night at 2:00 a.m., I finally decided to solve the problem once and for all. I was exhausted: every night, I found it slightly open, always at the same time, and no attempt to block it worked.

So, in a fit of frustration, I got up, went to the garage, and grabbed a crowbar. I forced the door off its hinges with all the strength I had, letting it crash to the floor with a heavy thud. I dragged it outside, left it in the yard, and went back to bed, convinced that I’d finally get a peaceful night’s sleep.

But this morning… when I woke up, the door was back in place. Perfectly aligned on its hinges, as if it had never been touched. And now, I don’t know what to do.

I tried calling someone to tell them, but who would believe me?

When I was a kid I had a lot of trouble sleeping. In retrospect, it was probably due to a lot of arguing and issues with my family at home.But I always felt uncomfortable, like there was something in my bedroom. I still have a very distinct memory from my childhood. I was about 10- I slept walk often and would wake up in my brothers room or on the couch downstairs. I have a memory of being asleep in bed and a man in a black hood came out of my closet. He grabbed me and put me in a black bag. I remember trying to yell but I couldn’t open my mouth. I know I was dragged down the steps because I felt the bumps on my back. When I was able to yell I was in the floor next to the couch in the basement, down to flights. Both of my parents came down and told me I was fine and it was a dream but I wouldn’t go back in my room and slept on the floor in a sleeping back in my brothers room. I slept there til I was 18 even after they left for college because I didn’t feel safe in my bedroom. Over the years, there were a few instances where I felt like I saw shadows in their bedroom but nothing nearly as scary as this instance.

I bring it up now because I just got married and my brother brought up me being a “scaredy cat” in his best man’s speech. They think it was a night terror/sleep walking episode. I guess I agree with them, it was just so real in the moment . Do you guys think it could’ve been more? Or has anyone had similar situations?

So last year I did A LOT of ghost hunting. Like A LOT. And honestly by the end my friends and I got sloppy with protection stuff. We even stopped cleansing by the end.

Anyways this year has been awful. I lost my partner of 5 years last week along with my dog, house, job. My ex partner her mum is poorly etc… Pretty much everyone we ghost hunted with, has had a crap year.

I also have been diagnosed with “psychotic” symptoms - hearing voices, paranoia etc… which I’m now on meds for, but they haven’t completely stopped.

I’ve not opened my ghost hunting gear since the beginning of the year before all this started. And I think there’s an evil entity that’s attached itself to me that’s possibly the cause of all of this.

The problem is … I don’t know if I risk communicating with it?

But if I know - then I can do somethin about it. But if it’s too powerful, will I be able to? I’m scared that if I acknowledge it, I’ll give it power.

I just need some advice.

Most of the time when people have "supernatural encounters" they're alone, it's dark, and they usually have a reason to be extra-alert or paranoid such as being out in the forest or exploring an abandoned building. I've even had some weird experiences myself which I chalk up to my mind not processing things correctly.

One experience stands out to me as different, though. Three summers ago I worked a job painting apartments. The painting company worked in "crews", where each crew of people would be assigned a different worksite. I was the apartment "crew lead", which is basically synonymous with "manager". Apartment crew lead was a fast-paced, hectic position which required 10-11 hour days, managing a crew of the least experienced painters, and moving between three or four worksites every day.

All that is to say that while I'm working, I'm focused, in a bright environment, around other people at all times, and my body is constantly in motion. It's the very last place I'd expect to start imagining things, which is why this specific instance stands out.

My crew was about halfway through repainting a 2-bedroom apartment. I had finished rolling out the first bedroom and moved to the second and was about halfway through filling in the ceiling. The first thing I noticed was the distinct, strong scent of vanilla. The paint that we use has no smell, and the primer we use was PVC which smells like apples but we didn't need to use primer in that apartment, so I don't believe the smell was from any painting products. I've smelled vanilla randomly a couple times in the past so I assumed at first it could have been an olfactory hallucination but it was the strongest one I've ever had.

About ~15 seconds after I started smelling vanilla, my entire body was suddenly gripped with an almost paralyzing fear. All my hair stood on end. I could feel tears in my eyes and my sinuses started swelling like I was going to cry or sneeze. My arms started shaking with fear so badly that I couldn't keep the roller steady so I put it down in the bucket to rest for a bit. It felt fight-or-flight but I couldn't really figure out what I was going to fight or where my body wanted to run.

I turned around to leave the room, and as I turned around I saw a painting rag drop to the floor a few feet behind me. From the speed at which it accelerated downwards I think it had been dropped from around the height of my head, although I don't know if it had been floating or what because all I saw was the fall. We use a lot of rags in apartments for cleaning the ends of the 6-inch rollers and they are made from old, cut up pieces of t-shirts. It was pretty brief but I definitely saw it falling and it couldn't have been sitting on anything because the room was empty so I don't know how it dropped.

The next thing I heard was a scraping originating from the closet. The closet doors had been taken off so I could see it was empty. The walls were textured plaster so it was a pretty distinct and erratic scraping sound. It started in the closet area and then one distinct scrape started traveling coming towards me across the ceiling and one started coming towards me across the wall. There were 100% two different "scrapes" because I could hear two different scraping pitches between the ceiling and the wall, and in my mind it sounded like how I would imagine it would sound if someone had been walking while scraping their fingernails with one hand on the wall and one on the ceiling.

I left the room quickly and the noise, fear, and smell all stopped but I still had a lot of residual adrenaline in my system. Talking with my two coworkers who were finishing painting the kitchen, they had also heard the scraping but didn't seem to notice as there's usually a lot of scraping and noise going on. The six-inch roller makes an almost identical noise when it is edging in a ceiling line but we were painting ceilings that day so we weren't edging ceilings and it distinctly came from two different places.

I'm pretty skeptical of ghosts or spirits or anything but I cannot for the life of me think of an explanation for it all. My only explanation is that I had hallucinated all of it somehow but that doesn't really explain the scraping but I don't have any mental illnesses or anything. Any thoughts/explanations? Found this subreddit and posted this wall of text as I'm just trying to make sense of it all. Haven't had anything similar since.

TLDR: I might just be schizo lmao. Don't feel like you gotta read allat

I’ve had several odd encounters throughout my life that have left me wondering if I was either severely mentally ill or if something more was going on. I’d begun to differentiate my day to day encounters into 2 encounters; those quick fly by, auditory or even physical 2 second hallucinations I’ve associated with my extreme anxiety, and then the ones I see in front of me, full bodied, often at night. I’ll wake up, I’m able to move around, I can talk to them, I can hear them, but I’m petrified. A couple nights ago I’d been having my usual weekly nightmare when something outside of that had woken me up out of a sound sleep. A loud banging metallic noise that at first I couldn’t place and then I quickly realized it sounded an awful lot like the banging of a shopping cart across a parking lot. A bit of info about me, I wear glasses, and I have a very strong prescription. So imagine my dumbass, not having the wherewithal to put on my glasses, or turn on a light, squinting into the darkness trying to see who was there. I couldn’t get a mental picture either, like I was sometimes able to before, like whoever it was was hiding. I called out, “hello? Hello?” With my husband then waking up and asking me what was going on. I told him someone was in here. He kept asking me for more details but I honestly couldn’t provide him with more, so I went into the bathroom, went pee and went back to bed. Anyways the next day my husband asked me about it again but all I did was shrug my shoulders as I had no idea what had happened. Until today, thoughts flooded me that it was a young man who was too scared to show himself to me. But man that shopping cart was sure loud.

When I was very young. I had a lot of trouble sleeping. I was always scared of something, but nothing I could comprehend. Like most kids I guess. I would always leave my bedroom door open at night because it made me feel safer. Most nights I would end up sleeping in my parents room until I got older. Then I would sleep in my brothers room on his bunk bed. One night while sleeping in my own bedroom, I turned over and saw two dark shadows standing in my doorway. I assumed they were men. I think wearing hats. Not sure why. One was very tall and the other much shorter. I turned back towards the wall and was terrified to move until morning. Any thoughts? My dad later died when I was 10

Me and my college friends just used a board for the first time in our dorm room. We spoke to a spirit for a few hours about itself and asking it questions, it was friendly with us and said it didn’t have any bad intentions and even kind of cracked jokes with us. But our one friend used the board alone while we all watched and there were moments when we probably didn’t do the procedure right. Whatever it was we spoke to knew things that checked out and also gave us dates and time frames that checked out without us knowing beforehand. I’m wondering if there is any possibility that it did something harmful or is attached to any one of us. I’ve read too many stories on here about people having terrible things happen for extended amounts of time after using a board. I guess I’m looking for advice on what we should do to cleanse ourselves or make sure nothing bad happens. thank you

Hi everyone, I've got a pretty good one for y'all. This is copied and pasted from my posts over in r/GhostStories

To start things off, my grandparents bought a 'unique fixer upper' house in the early 90s. The house was built in the 1800s in the small farming town of Hemlock, Michigan. It's right off the main thoroughfare through town, Gratiot Rd. The house was really cool honestly. It's actually three houses in one. The original house, a one room homestead type of house which became the kitchen, bathroom, and pantry. Then the owners built a second section of the house which became the dining room and office. Finally the biggest most modern part of the house, the living room, parlor, foyer, and downstairs bedroom. This part of the house had a second story which had a master bedroom and two other bedrooms. The master bedroom had an attached nursery that also had a hall that led to a furnace room.

The property also had an outhouse, shed, chicken coop, and a barn. But that's not really important. It just shows how old the property is. You can really tell the town grew up around this house and a few others in town.

The original family owned the house until the early 90s when my grandparents bought it from the youngest member of the original family, who was in his 80s and about to move into an assisted living home. The house was in a state of disrepair when my grandparents moved in. When they moved in their family consisted of my dad and two aunts. My oldest aunt moved out soon after because she was an adult, not for any ghostly reasons. So when renovations on the house started, it was my grandpa, grandma, dad, and aunt.

As renovations began, my grandpa changed. When the previous owner moved out, he left a lot of personal belongings in the house. Instead of throwing them away or donating them, my grandpa put the previous owners belongings in boxes and put them up in the nursery. He then contacted the family of the previous owner and became friends with them. This behavior is quite odd for him because he is a very shy and reserved person. And to find sentimentality in other people's belongings is quite odd for him, or anyone in my family, to do.

One day, while painting the kitchen, my grandma, alone in the house, felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around expecting to see my grandpa, but nobody was there. She always told me she never felt scared by this because the hand felt like it was almost giving her a pat on the back or a gesture of approval in the renovations.

A part of the renovation involved taking out the fireplace and chimney in between the kitchen and dining room. So for about a month, there were loose bricks in the kitchen. One morning before school, my dad who was about 12 at the time, was alone in the house. At the time, he was the last person to leave the house in the morning. And both my grandparents and aunt left about an hour before my dad had to leave for school so my dad was alone for around an hour most mornings. He was sitting on the couch watching TV in the living room, when he heard a faint scratchy sound. He says it sounded like dropping sand on tile. He turned down the TV and tried to listen closer as the faint sound got closer. Suddenly a brick flew into the living room from the dining room and rolled into the middle of the floor. He ran out of the house and never stayed in the house alone again.

Because this was the 90s my grandpa had one of those big, shoulder mounted, camcorders that he recorded home movies with. Around Halloween one year my dad and aunt were going through home movies when they found a new tape that was unmarked. They decided to watch this mystery tape. The video on the tape was of my grandpa, wearing the previous owners wedding tuxedo. Just standing in front of the camera in the tux. After this, the renovations began to slow down.

That same year on Halloween, my grandparents hosted a haunted house. One of the spooky decorations was a coffin with a skeleton in it. The skeleton was wearing a wedding dress. The dress was the dress off the previous owners wife who had a lobotomy in the 50s and lived in an asylum since then. The next day, the family contacted my grandpa and told him that she had died that night. After that renovations slowed to a halt and my grandpa became distant and uninterested in anything he liked before. He was a completely different person.

Soon after this my grandparents got divorced and my aunt moved to Kansas. My dad and grandma moved into a townhouse the next town over.

There's a lot more to this story, I lived in this house as a kid and had a lot of experiences and my dad and I only recently made the connection that there was something in the dining room that didn't want us in the house. We both describe it as eyes watching you from the dining room. No matter where you are in the house, the dining room is always watching, and pissed that you're there.

Anyway, that's part one, lmk what you think. This is all family lore and 100% true.

Alright here's the rest of the story, including my personal experiences with the house and what actually happened to the house.

After the divorce, my grandpa moved out of the house and remarried. He basically went back to normal after leaving the house. My grandma still owned the house after everyone left, so there it sat, half renovated and abandoned.

My aunt moved back from Kansas with her fiance and bought the house from my grandma. The two of them moved back into the house. Soon after, she developed a habit of hoarding animals. Soon the house was full of cats. The half renovated house became full of cat feces and clutter. My aunt and her fiance married and moved out to New Mexico. After leaving, my aunt went back to normal.

Then my oldest aunt, who moved out before the creepy stuff started happening, moved in with her family. This is where I start remembering stuff in this house. I was about 4 or 5 when they moved in. The house was still full of cat feces and clutter, as well as still being half renovated. My oldest aunt and her family left rather quickly after moving in and never really gave an explanation.

My grandma then moved back into the house. Still full of cat feces and clutter. And now both of my aunts belongings and the original families belongings were cluttering the house. The upstairs was inaccessible due to the amount of boxes and random hoarded items. My grandma never mentioned any paranormal experiences from this point on. Just occasionally mentioning the house had spirits.

This is where stuff gets creepy again. My mom always tells me about how when I was a toddler, I would always talk about 'The Sparklies' that followed me in the bathroom and kitchen. She says I'd talk about them only at my grandmas house and nowhere else. I have vague memories of seeing what basically looked like the stars you see when you hit your head, that's what the Sparklies looked like. But again, it's a vague memory and my mom's retelling of her experience with me. On top of that she says I used to have an imaginary friend that I only talked to in that house that I called 'The Man' but I don't remember that at all. She says it freaked her out but she figured it was just me being a creepy kid.

My parents got divorced in the early 2000s and my dad and I moved into the house for about a year and a half. My dad deep cleaned the house and made the upstairs livable for he and I. During this time, we would take all of the random trash and hoarded items and just burn them in the fire pit in the back yard. From the backyard I always had the feeling somebody was watching me from the upstairs window in the back of the house. No matter where I was in the yard I always felt there was someone watching from that window.

It was around this time, probably around 2007, when my dad and I started noticing that no matter the time of year, the upstairs kids bedroom window would always be about 3/4s of the way open. You'd never hear it being opened, but if you left the room for more than a few hours, the window would just be open.

I was 6 at the time so I didn't really have any concept of ghosts or hauntings but I definitely felt when the vibe of a room would change. I'd be in the living room, playing with hotwheels or something and I'd feel the room go cold and look into the dining room. The dining room was the scariest room in the house. Nothing ever really happened in the room, but every time you were within eyesight of the room, it was watching you. I would always sprint from the living room to the kitchen to get to the bathroom and vice versa. And the light in the dining room stayed on 24/7. What prompted me to tell you guys about this is a conversation I had with my dad about two weeks ago where he told me he too, was freaked out by the dining room as a kid and even as an adult avoided it. He described it as a thousand eyes watching you from that room.

My dad decided to do continue some of the renovations my grandpa started in the 90s. He started by putting insulation in the walls upstairs. One night, his girlfriend at the time was helping him with this and he got a phone call. So he stepped outside to talk and she stayed upstairs, working with the insulation. While she was up there, she heard my dad come back up the stairs. She then saw out the window my dad out in the yard, still on the phone. There was nobody else in the house at the time.

My dad repainted the house and cleaned up a lot of the clutter and garbage scattered around, but in 2008 we moved in with his girlfriend and left the house. My grandma lived there for a few more years without incident until 2014 when she moved in with her parents to take care of my great grandpa who had dementia. She basically packed up a suitcase and abandoned all of her belongings in the house. She still owned the house until she died but she never went back. She loved the house.

Between 2014 and 2019 my friends and I would go over there to ghost hunt and smoke weed. It was always the spot where I'd be like "I know a spot". Whenever we ghost hunted, we never really captured anything except for the creepy vibe from the dining room. But it was always fun to tell the scary stories from the house and then show my friends the place from all the stories.

My grandma died in March of 2019 and the whole family went to the house to gather her belongings and get it ready to be sold. The whole time, my dad would talk about how nice of a house it would be if we just fixed it up and how we could really make it a super cool house. But he fought off the pull of whatever latched onto the other owners of the house. I even felt and still feel like it could be a super cool house if it gets fixed up all the way. But the attraction is so much stronger in person. It makes you feel like you need to have it and fix it up.

My dad sold the property in late 2019 and new people moved in a couple months later. I drove by the house the last time I visited home and sure enough, the same upstairs window is open and the house is back in disrepair. You can tell the house was under renovations and the renovations halted. There's more I have to say about this house, but I can't remember all of it. I'm 22 now and still get freaked out when I think about that damn dining room. I miss that house.

So I don't know if there is a character limit so I'll try to sum alot of this up quickly. When I was 7 years old I was showering alone and with the door shut. I was close to being done and suddenly the light, the fan, and the water turned off. There was a moment I was in darkness, felt like 3-5 seconds and suddenly everything turned back on. When I looked out the shower to see who was messing with me I froze cold. There was a tall and seemingly thick darker than black silhouette of a being reflecting next to me (outside the shower) but only visible in the mirror. I was petrified and couldn't move or scream. And as quickly as it came it vanished. I hurried up and grabbed my clothes and booked it down the stairs to where I attempted to speak to my mom. She told me to "wait a minute Geoff, I'm on the phone". And so I waited about 2 minutes and my mom returned from the garage and into the living room where I was seated silent and confused after what I just saw and she said "Geoff I don't know how to tell you this, but your dad just passed away. At that moment I didn't understand death let alone ghosts or what ever I just saw. But I knew something was wrong. I was terrified of the upstairs bathroom and would always use it or shower with the door wide open and panic (internally) if anyone tried to close it. I had a recurring nightmare about that bathroom where a monster/human woman would look down at her hands in the mirror and start screaming and then look up at me still screaming very loudly until I woke up.

I spent a lot of time alone as a kid in the basement but wasn't always alone. A buddy of mine was with me in the basement playing guitar hero. Suddenly a white massive thick cloud or mist impossible to look through zoomed out one of the rooms to our right and disappeared at the wall. It was very quick but I asked my friend if he saw that and he said yes. I saw shadows while I was alone a few times behind the bar area towards the storage unit but I always pretended that I didn't see anything and assume my mind was playing tricks on me because I knew I at least was scared of being in the basement. Yet that's where some of my video games were and I always did puzzles by myself down there. Always felt like I was being watched. Another moment someone was with me was when I was in the office and my step dad was helping me with Homework and we both looked up and saw a (brown-gray-white-black) blur? Shoot up the stairs. I knew a little better and asked him what did he see and he responded saying something shot up the stairs. More years went by after my Dad's death and ghostly shadowy encounters seemed to go away. My mom became a every night alcoholic gone 4-6 nights a week for years and my stepdad hated me. Often we had chaotic battles. I was terribly depressed between 10-19 years old. I blamed God for alot of the problems in my life. Constantly tried forming a relationship with the man in the clouds but always felt rejection and as if everything was continuingly getting worse.

My mom got caught cheating on him (thanks to me). And what I thought was a blessing with my mom being caught and me being forced in a strangers couch (yet seeing my mom daily) became a curse. I thought that since she was drinking at home than that's a good thing. Yet she was overtly mean. Mean beyond logic and was always hurling insults, trashing the place, and very very angry at me even though I did no wrong. I could swear several dozen times I saw evil in her eyes. Blood shot red, cacklingy rude, and violent. I've seen my mom crab walk after me while I was trying to get away from her. She'd call the police on me while I was sleeping after she destroyed parts of the house, she called my p.o. to say I was being violent. One day she cut my brother across his face with a box cutter and convinced him to blame me when questioned at school about the cut across his face and into his lips. Lucky me I was in a temporary mental hospital for kids because she kicked me out and I slept in front of my school. When the teacher and police asked why I had cigarettes, I responded wrong and said I was depressed and they took me away... But that saved me from assault with deadly weapon charges. Yet, my mom was never arrested as the truth never came out till a few years later SOMEHOW... My ex stepdad showed me proof that she was arrested the night before with assault with a dangerous weapon in her current husband... yet no cops connected the dots... yet lucky for me I had a solid Alibi.

So anyways, new house with the step dad brought ghostly things as well. One DAY I was sitting on the couch after school and the doorbell rang. I got up looked outside and nobody was there. I sat down and the doorbell rang again but twice. I hurried to the door and looked outside, looked down my street and nobody was around. The dogs were going ballistic this entire time but when I sat down again it rang 3 times before I could even sit down and again, I walked outside, walked around my house, and back inside. Before I could even close that heavier door the doorbell rang super fast and didn't stop for a good 10-20 seconds. With dogs freaking out I cussed at the potential ghost or demon that was there. It stopped but I was spooked a bit. Another moment happened when I was outside on the phone talking to my dad's fiance when he passed and suddenly from the woods I hear a faint yet audible "help me" in a woman's voice. I paused, looked towards the moonlit woods and continued my conversation. Then I heard a woman scream help me in a loud yet agonizing pitch. I lit another cigarette with miss Joyce on the phone still and heard it again but this time in a mans voice and louder. It repeated itself this time seemingly very angry, louder, and closer. It sounded like it was no longer in the woods but in my backyard less than 50 feet from me. I knew something paranormal and dark was happening but curiosity for answers locked me in place. It screamed in rage one last time and that's when I booked it inside, it sounded next to me yet all around and I still get goosebumps even while typing this some 12+ years later.

After being kicked out so many times by my mom and never having a real place to go I became a thief, I stole from unlocked cars and one day I stole a car. This landed me in prison but the stories don't end there.

I had my girlfriend over who I was with before prison and we were again at my mom's new husbands house and I was going to meet my girlfriend down in the basement (my room) and start a puzzle. I was talking to my mom when my girl said she was going downstairs. I quickly finished the conversation and went to follow her. Through the glass door of the basement I looked down and saw my girlfriends pale face staring back up at me from the bottom of the steps and when I opened the door she no longer standing there. I turned on the light and proceeded down the steps, turned on the basement lights and looked around .. she wasn't down there at all. I said her name a few times and when I went to go back upstairs my girlfriend was at the top asking me what I am doing and I told her what just happened. She said she had to use the bathroom first. I was puzzled but not scared, though this is new this haunting crap wasn't. We did a puzzle for the rest of the night she left, and came back the next day. We were in the far back of the basement doing a puzzle and suddenly we hear a sharp SHHH sound from the opposite end towards the stairs. Slightly confused of what that sound was (not thinking it was paranormal) we continued on. Yet again it sounded, SHHH! IT sounded clert audible And I joked, maybe its the furnace? yet the furnace was a good 15 20 feet away. Again Ahhh! but this time it moved to the left of the stairs to the basement kitchen area. Again we joked, maybe a rat in the air duct? Again SHHH! Yet this time it moved again by the furnace area. Now I knew something was going on and I scooted closer to her facing the rest of the basement. Again SHHH! Like air escaping a tire is the only way I can describe it. Suddenly I saw a mirage like form around the treadmill and against SHHH! It was loud and +90° angle away from where it started. I then explained to her I'm feeling rage like I want to argue but admit I have no reason to be angry then SHHH! yet this time it was somewhere right in front of us.Then she jumped and I asked what? and she said it was in her ear. And then SHHH! again yet it was directly in between us surprising us both and we both jumped. I pushed her away from me to go upstairs and I started calling this thing every name in the book and theeated it with the Bible and it never did it again. That was a good sketchy moment... 😅☠️

We got a place in a hotel to be together everyday until more money was saved. (My mom was too hostile and drunk to be around) There was fights all the time and my girl witnessed her bad side. At the hotel room the light would turn on and strangely also the sink. She would say she sees shadow in the dark but I said we are matrixing shapes in the dark, yet I swear I seen them as well.

Since then nothing much has happened. Yet I can't say my life got any better, I've always felt like this thing follows me around. I know it's not my dad and I suspect it to be truly evil. Yet I don't know... I appreciate anyone reading this, I've struggled with this stuff for years and I believe the only reason I believe in God is because I've witnessed evil. Yet now my step daughter and wife claim to see shadows at night. I just Hope it's not starting again. Maybe I was vulnerable but I shared moment with other people and all I can say is yes, ghost/demons are real. Have a great night

So I apologize in advance if this isn’t worded correctly I’m not good at writing😂

When I was about 10 or 11 I saw a black shadow women watching me sleep, my radio would randomly turn on in the middle of the night or the alarms on it would go off and I didn’t even set them, the water faucets would turn on. Little things like that at first and then I kept waking up around 3am to something happening like one night I had my door wide open (dumbass me) and I was hearing little footsteps just run around in the kitchen mind you this was a one story house and my parents room was next door to me. I was scared and turned to face the wall on my bed so I wouldn’t see whatever was going on and then out of no where I heard this really loud man’s hum and I freaked out and started bawling. I went to my parents room and tried to wake them up and my mom did but told me to get back to bed she didn’t believe me. I shut my door after that lol and nothing for the rest of the night. Another time was when my dad and I were watching a scary movie in the living room and we had crucifixes all around the house because my mom was catholic and super religious and as we were watching the movie, the cross falls off the wall. My dad thought it was weird and told my mom and she again didn’t believe it and said it was a coincidence. Any time we would watch a horror movie it seemed to provoke something in the house and things would happen. Something that stuck with me and is the most terrifying is that when my mom was a kid she said she came to this exact house with a friend and wanted to play with this little boy who lived here. They played in the basement and that part of the house was always really cold and musty, you felt like you were being watched down there. Anyways, as they were playing, there was this sheet on the wall covering something big, it came down all of a sudden and it was this massive picture of the devil. My mom and friend were freaked tf out and they were telling each other not to look at it because it was so horrifying. I forgot to mention there was a party going on at the house while they were playing and they told a person about it and they were like we gotta get out of here. It’s weird to me because why years later we rent this house and she remembers being here before? I would also have dreams of this scary looking lady chasing me in the basement, now realizing that’s probably the ghost lol. But after we moved out I would have little things happen to me that were unexplainable and still to this day I have experiences but it doesn’t happen very often.

I was wondering if any one has had anything happen to them there or any sightings. I've heard of a few urban legends but not a lot of information behind them either. I'm really just curious atp.

I’ve heard of a briefcase man / trench coat man at the children’s chapel in rockport, maine, but can’t find anything online. I had a chat with one of the people who encountered this thing and they said “they were driving past when they saw a man in a trench coat and top hat on the side of the road then he disappeared literally into thin air.” There were two people in the car that had seen it at the same time. all I know is multiple people have seen this thing. any ideas what this could be? please let me know, thank you!

So I hopped on Discord with my friend and before we even started chatting (And we had our cameras on) I said “I’ll be right back I need to get my water bottle from my car, I’m so fucking thirsty.” And I stood up and took my headphones off and walked outside. I walked inside and went into my kitchen for a sec and hung my keys up and I look to my computer and see my friend looking terrified and freaking out, so I run to my headphones and sit down and ask what’s wrong. And in his POV during all of that- he said as I stood up and went outside he started singing to himself super loud, and he heard my voice in his headphones go “I’m so fucking hungry.” And he said it was super clear and no doubt my voice and to the point where he got embarrassed bc he didn’t think I had my headphones on. He said “Wait do you have your headphones on?” And he saw me in my kitchen hanging my keys up, without my headphones. and he said “Can you hear me?” And I clearly couldn’t. I didn’t say “I’m so fucking hungry”…I said I was so thirsty and it was before he started singing to himself and before I took my headphones off. My boyfriend was across the house playing video games and I asked him and he said he never said that and didn’t leave his room (even though the entire thing was only 30 seconds and I doubted it was him in the first place) And I know for a 100% certain I didn’t speak those words out loud, I don’t talk to myself and if I did I wouldn’t forget. What could this have been? This is really freaking me out especially because it wasn’t even the exact thing I said, it was “hungry” switched with “thirsty” My friend was genuinely scared and would never make this up and is super serious all the time lol, so I fully believe him and that’s why I’m so freaked out. Also if I’m not mistaken I remember hearing that stuff that minicks is evil and bad vibes so yeah not feeling great

Ok,so this happened to me In winter of 2015 me and my friend were hanging out and he went out to order a pizza and when he went to order the pizza I was watching the office. And out of the corner of my eye I saw this black shadow looking thing looking at my from his bathroom. I froze, did he play a very unfunny prank on me? So when I looked back it was gone. When he got back he said what the hell happened to you? I said: your house is haunted. And he said what the fuck are you talking about? I said when you were gone I was watching the office and I saw this black figure in your bathroom. He froze and said we need to leave. So we got into my truck and went to his sister's house, and she said what happened to you guys. I said I was at his house and he was ordering a pizza and I was watching the office and I saw this black figure and I froze and he said let's leave and now we are here. He moved the next day.

Have any of you been? If so, did you experience anything you would call or consider paranormal?

I'm thinking of visiting while in Edinburgh next spring/summer.

I’ve had a few, since I was a child. I’m not talking coincidental dreams, but scarily accurate dreams. It sounds crazy, but I’ve experienced it several times

This happened in the mid 2000’s at a house my bio Dad rented. If you read my last post, the dad referenced there is my step-dad. He married my mom when I was very young, so I call him dad too.

One Friday after school, my bio dad picked me up to take me to his house for the weekend. As we were driving, he told me he’d found a house he was interested in renting, and that we were going to go look at it before heading home. It wasn’t far from his current place, and initially I was excited to see it.

My first impression of the house from the outside was that it was rather unassuming. It was an older house, and had sat vacant for several years. It was a bit rundown and in need of renovation, but nothing too bad that it wasn’t move in ready. It mostly needed a good cleaning and some optional updates. The land lord had bought it as a foreclosure sale. He said the previous owners walked away from the house, and not much else was known about them.

I didn’t notice anything off with the energy as we toured the house. The only thing that struck me right away is that there was writing on the walls with sharpie throughout the house. A lot of it was just the same names over and over, but there were some weird symbols here and there along with some things that were incomprehensible. Then he took us down to the basement. After showing us around he asked, “How would you like to see the secret room I found?” The back wall of the basement had that classic 80’s wood paneling on it, and part of it was a hidden door when the opening side was held in place with Velcro. He pulled it back to reveal a small square room that was concrete from floor to ceiling. I couldn’t see too well since it was dark down there, but we walked in and he turned on a flashlight. What I saw immediately filled me with dread that slowly crept through my entire body. The room was covered floor to ceiling with handprints, symbols, swear words, and god knows what else all in white paint. I couldn’t look long enough to fully take it in, and the paint had dripped a lot before it dried. The only way I can describe it is it looked like someone had a bad acid trip in there with a bucket of paint and a ladder (the only way the paint could have gotten on the ceiling). There was another slightly larger room to the left of that which was totally empty and lacking the freaky paint. The landlord said when he found it both were empty besides a picture of marijuana plant, and commented he thought it was a grow room.

We left the house and I asked, so were DEFINITELY not living there, right? He said no, he was asking too much money for the shape it was in. I was kind of shocked that was his reasoning, and mentioned the room and how it gave me a really bad feeling. He didn’t seem to think much of it, but it didn’t matter anyway since he wasn’t interested in the house. We talked on the phone a week or two later to coordinate my next visit. It was then that he told me that he rented the house, and would be moving in after he picked me up. My stomach immediately dropped; I asked him what changed his mind. He told me he worked out an agreement with the landlord to do some work in the house in exchange for lower rent. I wasn’t thrilled, but I moved into the situation with an open mind. He said he was going to seal up the secret room, but I refused to ever go down there again regardless. We moved in and everything was normal at first. I left that visit without any occurrences. When I came for my next visit about two weeks later, we were leaving the house and my step-mom told me to double check the door wasn’t locked. She said they had been locked out twice which is weird because they NEVER locked their door. It was chalked up to one of my sisters playing a prank, though they were awfully little to be doing stuff like that.

Then things started to escalate. My step-mom would stay up late some nights playing games on the computer, and one night she saw a 7 ft tall black figure standing in front of the door that led to the upstairs bedrooms where me and my sisters slept. She was very shaken by it, and said the house is haunted. My dad does not believe in the supernatural at all, so he thought it was her imagination. I hadn’t seen anything myself (yet), but I wasn’t surprised considering the secret room in the basement. The only thing I had noticed was an unshakable feeling that I was being watched while in the shower. On my next visit, my step-mom took a shower and left the bathroom door wide open. I was a teenager, so I was really embarrassed and off-put when I noticed. She had never acted inappropriately before, so I was unsure what to think. I played it off, but she later apologized for leaving it open, and said she did it because she feels like she was being watched in the shower but only when the door is closed. I let her know I felt the same which of course deepened our belief it was haunted.

On a subsequent visit, my dad picked me up and brought me to the house. When I got there, there was loud crashing noises coming from the upstairs. It sounded like someone was jumping around or throwing furniture. As this was happening, my step-mom and sisters were calmly watching TV as if nothing was wrong. Apparently, this had been happening constantly during the day for over a week, so they had just gotten used to it. I was like hellll no lol. Remember that me and my sisters were supposed to sleep up there (and they had been during all this which blew my mind, too little to know what was really happening I guess). They tried to assure me it was ok, and it only happened when people weren’t up there. My step-mom was fully convinced it was a ghost, but didn’t know what to do about it. My dad had convinced himself a wild animal was somehow getting in, then disappearing when people went up there. The largest wild animal in that area is a raccoon, which couldn’t possibly make the loud noises we were hearing. I called bullshit, and he didn’t really have an answer. I was too intrigued to not go investigate. The moment I had the intention to go up there, the banging stopped as if on cue. I slowly climbed the stairs which led directly into the first room. When I got up there it was clean and tidy. Not a single thing was out of place, and our cat was sleeping peacefully on the bed. I was flabbergasted. How could this possibly be the scene I walk into compared to what were hearing downstairs. I headed back down, and the moment I hit the kitchen the banging started again. The upstairs was two bedrooms, and you had to walk through the first to get to the second. There was storage space on both sides the ran the entire length of each wall, and one was missing the sliding panel to close it. My dad was convinced an animal was coming from there, then leaving when it heard us coming. Seeing how freaked I was, he went and got a big piece of plywood and sealed the opening. After that, we never heard the banging again. Unfortunately, this just reinforced in him the idea that it was an animal.

Other things continued to happen, and I’d have at least one experience every time I went. Most were at night upstairs after my sisters had fallen asleep. We slept in the big room, but in the summer we had to keep the door to the second bedroom open because it had the only window. I hated to leave it open, but the other option was to roast in the heat. I always got the feeling that I was being watched by something in the room, and would often be jarred out of sleep by ragged breathing in my ear or the sensation that I was falling. One night I was watching TV up there, and my sisters were long asleep. All of the sudden, one of their toys started making noise from the next room. I knew from the sound it was the fake radio on their barbie car, but it kept going off repeatedly. I was really scared, but I decided to go in there and pull the batteries. It was pitch black dark in the room, so I flipped the light switch but nothing happened. I tried a few more times, then resigned to the fact that I was listening to the car for the rest of the night. Because there was no way in hell I was entering that room in the dark. The next morning, I went in and dealt with the toy. Of course, the lights worked just fine and never had an issue again.

The last major thing to happen to me was the most terrifying. One afternoon I was alone in the kitchen cutting up fruit. My step mom was in the next room talking loudly on the phone. As I was cutting, I heard heavy footsteps coming up from the basement. At first, I was unfazed. My dad wore boots all the time, and it sounded just like him coming up the steps. Then I realized he had just left to run to the store with my sisters, so it was just me and my step-mom at the house. The stairs were to my left, and the way it is laid out you wouldn’t see the person coming up until they came off the very top step. I was literally frozen with fear, standing there holding a butcher knife. So many thoughts were racing through my head. Everything was telling me to run, but I couldn’t move. I think part of me also wanted to see what was coming, like some morbid curiosity. I had to know. Whoever or whatever was coming stopped suddenly on the top step, such that I wasn’t able to see what it was. I guess I wasn’t that curious, because I ran out of the room to get my step-mom rather than peek around the corner. We checked the basement and the backyard (there was a patio door to it right next to the steps) and there was no one.

After about a year, the activity slowed down then stopped completely. My step-mom and I were relieved, but also wondered why. The activity had been slowly escalating, and I knew it is not the norm for it to stop out of nowhere. There weren’t even any vague lingering creepy feelings. I felt in my gut that for whatever reason, the activity was done and wouldn’t start again. Around the time the activity stopped, my dad’s descent into addiction started to accelerate. He’d been a functional addict for many years, but now he was not showing up to jobs, and disappearing to the crack house for days at a time. Unfortunately, this was the beginning of the end for that part of my family. In the years that followed my step mom was diagnosed with brain cancer, and they ended up splitting. It was a horrible situation for my sisters because my step-mom left them with my dad. Both my sisters went off the rails with no rules or supervision, and we eventually lost the older sister to addiction. Things were never great or particularly stable with them, but the couple years in that house was when everything really started to unravel. I no longer speak to my bio dad or step-mom(she beat the cancer).

The last thing I wanted to mention: At some point while we were renting, the cops came around looking for one the previous owners. My step-mom having nothing to hide let them search the house and garage, and they didn’t find anything. She got the impression that the cops thought we were hiding this guy or something. I didn’t connect the dots until years later, but I wonder if some of what we experienced was actually that guy phrogging in our house. I experienced too many things that couldn’t be explained by phrogging, but a lot of it could, the stairs incident in particular. I’m not really sure which idea is more terrifying tbh.

I've never posted on here before but I think this is kind of getting out of hand. Just for background both of my parents are separating and it is a high tense situation. I am constantly getting into arguments and fights with them. My dad is moving out the house so not only am I getting into to arguments with them, they are also constantly arguing with each other a lot. Ever since this started I feel like there has been negative energy around the house and I haven't really been able to sleep.

On this night I was getting frustrated because no one has been cleaning after themselves. Because I've not been able to sleep I decided to clean up my kitchen. I knew it was going to be daunting because there was mice in our house and we had an infestation. I start playing music because my parents both work nights so it was just me and my little siblings. We had shelves in the kitchen that hold cans, snacks, and more. We used those shelves as like a mini pantry. I started putting all the cans on the table so I can wipe down the shelf. As I was doing this the volume on my music kept getting lower.

I just turned up the music and continued putting all the cans on table. My back is toward the table so I can grab another can but then I hear some cans fall off the table. Because the edge of the table was full I thought they were just falling off. After it fell off the table again for the second and third time I got very paranoid. The volume of the music is getting lower and lower. I keep trying to turn the volume up and it gets to the point where the volume is on full blast but I can't barely hear anything. I get a very eerie feeling and I keep looking around trying to see if anyone is there. I turn all the way around and I see a shadow figure there just staring at me. It doesn't have a face and it was just a figure. I stared at it for what felt like an hour and I got chills down my spine. It gave me a very nasty feeling. I ran to wake my sibling up and when we came back nothing was there but just a weird lingering feeling.

This happened a few years ago when I was 13-14 just thought I would share it here.

I was recording a Snapchat video using that dog filter and when I was watching the recording back I could hear a whisper in the background that sounded like my voice. It was hard to hear but it sounded like it was saying “here’s a pistol” I didn’t hear it IRL but only in the recording. I kinda wish I still had the video but I was pretty creeped out.

Me and my wife lived in an apartment in NC from 2002-2005. I’ve never experienced anything since living at this place. At the time our son was just a baby. He had many toys, as infants do. Some were electronic. Almost every morning about 5am his electronic toys would go off by themselves. My wife and I would joke about the place being haunted. So one night we were cooking dinner and a toy started sounding off by itself. Jokingly I said out loud “if there’s a spirit in here, hello!” Back then we had one of those old PC computers with some speakers connected to it. After I said “hello” there was a child’s voice that came over the computer speakers that simply said “hi.” Me and my wife looked at each other and I said “Did you hear that?” And she said she heard it too. Another thing was that in my sleep I would wake up to hearing light whispers. The only way I can describe it is like having a group of people whispering in your ear but not understanding what was being said. I haven’t had any experiences since we moved from there. I know for a fact that place was haunted.

Haunted woods/forrest backpacking trips

Hey all!

I wanted to post somewhere like here before hitting a dedicated backpacking sub. Basically the title. I'm planning a trip for next year and want to backpack in an area known for paranormal activity. Some quick searches found me some places, but the popular spots don't allow camping. I'm leaning towards Appalachia since I haven't been to much of that part of the country.

While concern is appreciated, I'm an experienced "ghost hunter" (experienced enough to have learned my lesson and sell my equipment) and have no intentions of perturbing or coaxing spirits. I just want to go to any area and check it out. See it in a way few others do. So, there is no "evidence" equipment besides my GoPro. That being said, keep warnings brief, please.

Besides that, I take all the precautions any experienced backpacker would. Let someone know my itinerary and GPS location before I head out, and carry protection by federal, state, and local laws.

Thanks in advance!

I had, when I was very young, two dreams that still haunt me to this day. I still have these same two dreams every so often now, 50+ years later. And another weird thing that happened to me as well.

Dream #1- I used to live a block away from the Mississippi River. In this nightmare I could see this huge foot, like the foot of a giant (I used to think it was Goliath) slowly and deliberately stepping on each house, starting from by the levee and coming towards my house. It would get to the house 2 houses away then just stop, standing there. I’d always wake up at that part of the dream.

Dream #2- In this dream, me and mom and dad were driving across the Huey P Long bridge going towards New Orleans, I grew up in Luling, 17 miles southwest of there. I was in the back seat, and they were just driving along as normal. All if a sudden I see this huge brick wall ahead. Dad wasn’t slowing down any, and him and mom were just talking like usual. We kept coming towards that wall. In my dream I was screaming to please stop, don’t you see that wall, please stop. I’d wake up just as we were about to make impact. I still have that dream to this day every once in a while.

I used to have nightmares about falling off that same bridge too.

The other weird thing that happened to me, I was in bed, but not asleep. I could hear a scraping noise on the street closest to my window. It sounded like a skateboard going back and forth out there. Every time I got up and looked out the window, there was nothing, and no one out there but I could still hear the noise. I finally quit looking and curled up in the bed as close to the door as I could.

One last thing- a friend of mine, several years ago, told me he kept having dreams about me. I almost told him to leave me alone, etc., but I’m grateful I didn’t now. He told me it was me, in childhood, I had gone to a funeral, way out in the country, and from that time forward, a ghost had been following me all my life. What does that mean? Following me how? He described the place we went to after a funeral way WAY out in the country to a T. Perfect description of it. I had never talked to anybody about the funeral before. Or where it was. I have felt many times in my life that something was near me, but I never saw anything.

I remember many years ago when our Physical education teacher had us march the entire block around the school because one person was late, or something similar, the whole class had to pay the consequences. We’d not gotten all the way around the first time, and I had this weird feeling, like I was almost off the ground, and knew exactly, before teacher even told us to, a song we had to sing. That memory has stuck with me all these years (early-mid 1970’s). I have another couple posts to put up too, I hope I’m not doing this wrong. Thanks for letting me be a part of this group by the way.