I must’ve fell asleep on my arm, but when i woke up I was literally being attacked by something (I didn’t know at the time as I had just woke up) . I wrestled with the hand that was hitting me, pinned it down, to realize it was my own arm. I had no feeling in it, as I had pinned my own arm down my hand was still trying to reach toward my face, I had to massage my arm I guess just to get blood flowing is what I thought , it wasn’t till 5 or so minutes where I started feeling pins and needles and my arm I guess calmed down and became mine or at least in my control again. Still one of the weirdest things to happen to me, it’s a funny story I guess I’ve told some friends about it and they chuckle, but yea, I think it was something took control of my arm while it was asleep and jus wanted to mess with me.

I live alone, and when I over sleep. I swear I feel somebody tapping me, to wake me up maybe. Sometimes I can even feel them just casually walk by in the apartment from the corner of my eye. I swear I am not hallucinating, and I am not even scared honestly.

It happened to me earlier after my grandpa passed away, he used to tap my feet. He used to do this when he was alive too, so I know it was him. But this time, it's a different house and I swear it's a woman.

Has this happened to any of you?

Was wondering how many other people have seen strange unexplained things while in the military. What I saw isn’t that crazy on its own, but it was something else to experience. I was a infantryman, and in Iraq in 2009 I was assigned to guard duty for our firebase. Pretty boring assignment as even smaller places like ours rarely to never got messed with by that point. I was doing my job scanning the area with my NODs (think night vision) and I saw an aerial contact looked to be within a click. That isn’t unusual in itself but it instantly stood out because it wasn’t moving so helicopter?, I could only see it on the NODs but it didn’t look right to be a helicopter. I got on my Thales radio and asked if there were supposed to be any units working near us and the TOC back at the FOB was just as confused as I was. I was in the middle of giving a formal contact report when it went from stationary to faster than anything I’ve seen flying, and changed course mid flight at a sharp angle, no way a helicopter could pull that turn off I don’t care if you put rocket engines on it, impossible. There was a strange buzzing noise when it rocketed off and got closer, but honestly I only caught it for a split second and my ears could have been playing tricks on me.

In the morning a officer I’d never seen before got sent all the way out to us from S2, he didn’t say much just basically asked me to repeat my contact report and specify exactly where I saw it, and collected sworn statements from myself and several others, almost treated it like a shooting investigation but just as fast as he showed up he left and I never saw him again. I asked a friend at HQ about him and he just said can it.

So I (22M) went to jail for a couple days for a misdeamnor . Details don't matter regarding that. Anyways it was my first time actually being in jail . I sat with these older Hispanics and the topic of spiritual/ occult/ paranormal things came up.

One guy there in his 50's said to switch my area of sleep. I slept on the floor on the corner of the room . ( top bunks were open but I HATED that area and I pee alot a night so it's annoying) I said no and he explained how when he would sleep in that corner he would have dreams about a fat inmate attacking him in his sleep.. Multiple times in different ways. He said he switched rooms after that .

I called BS but 3 other guys there kept saying "no it could be real cause a lot of weird stuff happens here" . So I told my bunkmates (different people , not the ones who I was speaking about earlier) And they said the only encounters they had was things moving on their own.

Well here's where shit gets crazy..... after I laughed at them and called bs on their claims.... 2 or 3 days later I fell asleep. Had a horrible nightmare, felt lucid . It was jail related.... and then the worst happened. It felt so real . I thought I was awake cause in the dream I WOKE UP IN MY CORNER. The man walks in , huge guy probably like 300lbs... and starts violently choking me out and then takes out a homemade shank and stabs my back . I felt a feeling of drowning, like I couldn't breath . The stabbing felt like a finger poking my back with a lot of force . Was it me doing it to myself in my sleep?! I remember screaming and fighting back.

Then I woke up . I was in utter terror. I checked to see if I was dreaming or awake . I looked at my bunkmates and saw they were sound asleep. I was in cold sweat . I was so tired and sleep deprived but I didn't go back to sleep that night . I later had to because I was dozing off around 2 pm .

I wanted to tell the guy about my experience but I feel like maybe it was a coincidence? Hand down one of the scariest experiences of my life. I genuinely think a demon or spirit attacked me that night.

This wasn't too long ago and I still have dreams about jail, not about the attacks though . I'm so scared to sleep though cause it felt too real .

I built my new house last November and since I’ve moved in I always hear stuff walking around and moving stuff all day and night in my house and when I lay down at night I can feel someone crawling into. bed with me. And a few times I felt it starts touching me sexuallyhappened. I thought I was waking up to my ex-girlfriend giving me head but when I rolled over she was facing the other way sleeping. I feel it around me all the time but it’s it’s only done sexual things to me three times and to be honest, I have mixed feelings about it. It’s creepy. There’s a ghost around but waking up to receiving oral pleasure is hard to refuse . And I thought it was fun and games until the other night I was drunk and started talking shit to the ghosts telling them to come in. And show themselves. Well since then the noises have gotten way more common and louder. Today my door was locked and something was banging trying to open it but nobody was there. Tbh im literally scared to be in my house alone . My dog constantly is barking at nothing I can see In the house . I wear headphones to go to sleep at night or the noises scare the shit out of me. My mom told me to say “ go away devil in the name of jesus” and tried saying it multiple times but I’m not sure if it helped or made it worse . What do I do.????

This might seem like a little unimportant nothing story, but it certainly made an impact on me earlier today. I'd lost my regular daily 'reader' pair of glasses last night, and was manically looking all over my house for them before work today. I have two pairs, a nicer more expensive pair, and a flexible nylon framed pair that I consider my 'house' glasses - I fall asleep in them and don't worry about damaging them, these are the ones that mysteriously went missing after I woke up.

I pulled the covers off my bed, lifted my mattress up thinking they might've fallen under the bed while I was asleep, no luck. I started retracing my steps and looking into other rooms, thinking that maybe there was some chance I took them off and left them somewhere else while I was half asleep.

I had resigned to accepting that I'd simply lost them and would never find them again, going as far as to start preparing to order a replacement pair.

I was dressed and ready to leave for work, and I looked down to see the glasses suddenly sitting on my bathroom floor, folded closed with the lenses facing up. There is no way I would've gotten into the shower and not noticed them there beforehand, so it was shocking and even amusing. I've had an on/off relationship with the paranormal throughout my life. I've gone through periods of believing and not believing, and have finally settled on a healthily skeptical approach in recent years. But this is one event I simply can't explain. I laughed it off and verbally thanked whoever was responsible for giving them back.

Being of Middle Eastern descent, and growing up later in Western Canada, I remember faintly when we lived for a time in Saudi Arabia where my dad was a contracted architectural engineer for a large American weapons company, where he designed and built foreign employee offices, living quarters, and buildings for the testing compounds in the harsh Saudi desert with other engineers from across the Middle East and Europe. The company he worked for was none other than Raytheon, a well known Merchant of Death, that had dealings with the Emirs of the land, who were swimming in black oil and luxury, and were the defacto government. I remember meeting some of these Emirs, who were rather pleasant and came with toys and candies for me and my siblings whenever they would come to our house to socialize and make their plans with my father. Little did I know. My father would tell me years later, in the comfort of our Vancouver apartment, that these nice men in their immaculate one-piece "thobe" were quite ruthless businessmen with killers and spies in their employ. We had hosted men who were cousins, uncles, and brothers to the Saudi Royals. They had toppled governments and raised up armies and militias and even terrorist groups, all across the Middle East and Africa My dad had one colleague that could build a bomb from common items in your fridge and under your sink that could level a building, and that he learned this from intelligence agencies that will remain unnamed.

I was about 6 years old when we left for Canada in the early '90s, but remember our time there, and an old brick bungalow house we had lived in, a large accommodation with a sandy yard. It was a sparse neighborhood. There were other houses but not close enough to be in each other's business or hear your neighbor's noises. Most of the people living in this area were in the employ of the Royal Family in some capacity. They were well off, educated, and well connected. There were several empty houses around as well that I would sometimes roam around and explore if I found the opportunity to escape the confines of our home.

I had heard of the Djinn early on from my mother as warnings against bad behavior or when she wanted to scare me with images of beastly ghouls. She would say they appeared in many forms, as shadows, as humanoid chimera like beings with hooved feet and tails, as transparent ghosts, or as invisible unseen forces. She said they could also appear as humans and that they were great mimics. They could lure you into places with the voices of people you knew. She would also say that they liked waiting until you slept as they could enter your dreams for unknown reasons.

Many times she would also ascribe any possibly paranormal or odd goings on to the Djinn, for example if one heard unexplained noises from an empty room, or if objects were lost, thoroughly looked for, then later found in areas searched several times, that was them, playing their tricks, she would often say a prayer against them and or curse them either in the singular "Shaitan", or in the plural "Shayatin". My mother would alert me against going to the abandoned or empty homes, for she warned me that these are the places that the Djinn would occupy, waiting for wayward souls to attach to and torture. My father, being a rather pragmatic man, told me to never mind her stories, to go and explore, but to be careful of strangers and to not be gone for too long.

She told me that once, when I was 3 years old, I was sleeping in my room at night and she had cause to check up on me after being washed over with a foreboding feeling, a creepy sensation that she needed to see that I was ok. Upon entering my room she said there was a black shadow in the corner near my bed, that she saw it clearly for split second, but not only saw but also felt, and she flipped the light switch and it just dematerialized instantly. Being scared for her child, she spent several nights in my room with me before she brought a holy man to cleanse the space and say some prayers. After which she said that there were not any more occurrences of shadows looming over her children, and she seemed satisfied.

I don't recall ever seeing any moving shadows or ghouls in that part of my life, but there was sometime later, in my late teens, several occurrences of what I can term as shadow people appearing We had moved to British Columbia by this time, were awarded citizenship after some years, I was finishing high school, well adjusted, lots of friends at school and even in the building we lived in we (my 2 brothers and sister) were friends with all the other kids and teens whom also lived in our building and the neighboring apartments. This was in the early 2000s before kids had cellphones or even spent time on computers, we were always doing something outside in groups, having fun, causing ruckus. Not a day was spent inside if we could help it. We didn't need money or a reason to justvroam about, at the very least. More often than not, we had our regular haunts and meet-up spots.

I remember one particular night, I was 17 or 18, where I had an experience that was quite jarring and was shared with my brother. I had been sleeping and woke up, paralyzed, unable to move or speak. But to my horror, there was sitting in the chair beside my bed was a shadow man, with red eyes, his energy was malevolent and contemptuous. He didn't speak, just sat there, even though I couldn't see a mouth I knew he was grinning. I could see his outline. He was a man, just made of shadow that my eyes couldn't see through. He was watching me struggle to break my paralysis for what felt like 5 or 6 minutes, I was terrified and could not keep a straight thought in my head but to try and somehow run away, even though it was impossible. I remember making mewling noises and moaning, trying to scream, but everything was paralyzed, even though my mouth was agape and I couldn't shut it. I couldn't do anything but try to scream, and it was coming out as muffled noises.

I could feel that this shadow being was deriving pleasure from my anguish, he was just sitting there, 4 ft away from me as clear as anything else in the dark room, just staring at me with those red eyes. Then, all of a sudden, he stood up, belched out an evil chuckle, and zipped away in the direction of my brothers room down the hall. He flew at an alarming speed, I could see two trails of red light as his eyes left along with his shadow body, at which point I snapped out of my paralysis. As soon as he left my room, the paralysis broke. All I could focus on was his laugh before he left. I thought it was over that this thing zipped away out of the apartment back to whatever hell it escaped to torment me.

I got up out of bed and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, I was shaken up and was trying to convince myself that this was just a weird, vivid dream. But it felt as real as normal life, as real as talking to another person. I was definitely awake, I wasn't sleeping. While I stood there slowly drinking my cold water, I heard the same muffled screams that I was making coming from somewhere diwn the hall. It was coming from the last room down, my middle brothers room. I walked over there and listened by his door, and yes he was making noises so I opened his door and I froze as I saw a portion of the air on top of him was dark, darker than the already dark room, it was like a cloud was hanging over him, and he was looking paralyzed like I was and he was moaning, I can only describe it as silent screaming.

I ran over and shook him awake. It took a few seconds, but I shook him hard, and he came to. He looked at me with eyes wide in fear and said that there was a shadow man with red eyes laughing at him while he made him frozen, he said he woke up paralyzed as this shadiw man cane into the room, and this thing was standing above him the whole time laughing, and watching him struggle.

I couldn't believe it. I told him it just happened to me too, I heard him from the kitchen. I told him how it left my room and went in the direction of his room after it let me go. Both of us had trouble sleeping that night. It was the most surreal experience I've ever had. This was the first time any paralysis happened to him as well, and the first time, anything like this event. He wasn't into any paranormal stuff. It was a shock to him things like this could even happen. He never took my mother's stories seriously. He was always just as level-headed and grounded as my father. Unlike me, I did have an interest in things like this, and ufos, ghosts, and such. But I also remember this as a shocking first time. It was an assault on my reality, even if I was open-minded to the paranormal.

We told our mom about it the next day, and she immediately blamed a Djinn. She was reminded of the time she saw a shadowy presence in my room back in Saudi Arabia. We couldn't stop her from praying in our rooms and lighting her incenses to "clear the bad air." It must have worked as I never felt that presence return, but it wasn't the last time I saw a shadow being. It was never as blatant and in your face as the first time, but it happened many times more.

I've told this story to many people and shared it online and have never heard of a case where the shadow being attacked two people consecutively. Was this just a case of sleep paralysis hallucinations? How did me and my brother share this delusion if that's truly what it was?

To this day, we still talk about that. I had many other sleep paralysis encounters with shadow beings but never like that first time, never as malevolent, and never again shared with another person. In fact, I get sleep paralysis quite often, even had it last night, but I haven't had a shadow being around during this paralysis in twenty years or more. I've become used to it, waking up unable to move, and have learned to keep calm until it passes, which it does in a minute or so.

There were many other times I've seen the shadow people during waking hours, fleetingly, in the peripherals of my vision, darting by. As have others, I know. Other times, I've seen them when entering a dark room before turning a light on, after which they dissappear. I got used to them. They seemed fairly harmless, and eventually, I stopped noticing them. I figured after some time and study that they, most likely being Djinn, were just living their lives, and that the veil that separates our lives from theirs can become thin, rendering them somewhat visible, or lets their presence be felt.

Reading about Djinn as much as I could, I learned they have lives like we do, have children, duties, can be good and tolerant, or downright bastards. Some are interested in pranks, some can grant boons, and some can possess you even. But I've read that possessions are exceedingly rare. I've even read they have religions, they can believe in God. Being shapeshifters, their most common form is a shadow in the shape of a human. Perhaps that's the most common way our minds can grasp them. Maybe our eyes can only cath them in a certain visual frequency. They have their favorite dwellings but can appear anywhere. They are not locked to a location in ways that ghosts or spirits can be.

Djinn resources:

https://www.parapraxismagazine.com/articles/appearance-of-a-djinn

https://www.ufoinsight.com/cryptozoology/bizarre-entities/legends-of-the-djinn

https://occult-world.com/djinn/

https://www.medievalists.net/2020/10/demons-djinns-devils/

https://www.middleeasteye.net/discover/jinn-islamic-arabian-tradition-supernatural-beings

Shadow People resources:

https://www.hauntedrooms.co.uk/what-are-shadow-people

https://listversean.pages.dev/posts/10-bizarre-theories-that-suggest-shadow-people-might-be-real/

https://m.psychonautwiki.org/wiki/Shadow_people

https://www.liveabout.com/shadow-people-2596772

Rosemary Ellen Guiley Insidious Djinn https://youtu.be/I7-TYBeceGM?si=Lkv2DjcqWXw1Yquq

What Are the Jinn? https://youtu.be/b8DQWTts9vw?si=GY_cpeJv6Ws0AZoV

Since I was little ghosts have followed me from one place to another. It finally stopped for like 2 years but for like 3 years now, I keep hearing “this stuff didn’t happen until you were here” talking about ghosts acting up around wherever I work or live now and I just don’t know. What do you do if you are the one haunted?

Just to preface, I've always enjoyed reading ghost stories but I've also been skeptical and maintained the outlook that until I experience something myself, I'm not totally convinced.

Well about an hour ago, something happened that nudged me a bit closer to believing. I'm not totally convinced, but it was still very strange.

Since 2011 I have lived with my dad. Back in 2013, we got four wonderful cats. They were all from the same parents, but two of them were a year older. The two older ones are Thor and Athena, and the younger ones are Zeus and Amaia. They're adorable and I'll post a photo of them later if anyone wants to see. Athena was very close with my dad, she always slept on his bed. She was 100% a daddy's girl. She still cuddled with me, but I was closer with Thor. Anyone who's friends with me on Facebook knows how much I adore Thor since I uploaded photos of him like every day, lol.

Last month, Athena sadly passed away. She got injured, and succumbed to her wounds. I was with her when she passed, lying next to me on the sofa. Me and my dad were both devastated, as tends to happen when a beloved pet dies. Not too long after this, I moved out for the first time and got my own flat. It's been going well, although adjusting to living alone has been weird. It's really quiet, and I've been thinking of getting a cat, but I work 12 hour shifts and don't think I could reasonably raise a kitty unfortunately.

I've not been feeling very well for the past few days. I must have picked up a cold somewhere because I've been feeling really rough and have trouble sleeping, frequently waking up in the night. At about 3:25AM, I woke up really needing a piss. I went to do so, and crawled back into bed right after. When I'm ill, I really struggle to sleep properly so I've been awake since then, trying to drift back off again. Shortly after I got back into bed, I felt something moving next to me. I was lying on my side, and behind my thighs I could feel something small pushing the sheets up and down. It felt just like that thing a cat does when they're repeatedly putting their paws up and down to get comfortable. Naturally I was a bit spooked, and me being a bit of a coward didn't dare turn around. I just kind of lay there and pulled the sheets over my head a bit. It only happened for about thirty seconds and then stopped. Since then, I've just been lying in bed unable to return to sleep.

Now I'm pretty skeptical. I don't wanna immediately jump to ghost cat, but it really did feel like a kitty stomping the bed next to me. The most reasonable explanation I can think of (other than me being sick and unknowingly delirious) was the muscle in the back of my thigh twitching and making it seem like the bed was moving. My body does twitch sometimes, so I dunno, maybe.

I'll probably never know more unless it happens again. The circumstances lining up are pretty weird though. If it really is Athena, then I don't know why. She was closer to my dad than me, and why would she be at my new flat and not at the home where she actually lived? Maybe she's comforting me while I'm ill?

It could also be that my flat just happens to have a ghost cat of its own, completely separate from Athena. Since I'm unable to look after a living cat, I guess a ghost one is pretty cool even if it did spook me.

If you have an old house that's haunted and you move it like this would the ghost follow the house or just haunt an empty plot?

I know many will be skeptical of what has happened here but, I’ll share it anyway. My mother is bedridden but, has been psychic for as long as I can remember. She said it started happening after a car accident where she went through the glass window in the car. She thinks one of the pieces of glass hit her right in her forehead, where her third eye is.

Fast forward to my twenties and, I’m recently married to a Mormon man, now referred to as the Church of Latter Day Saints. I start feeling the presence of something evil trying to come inside my body. I can’t tell you why I feel this way but, it’s as if a ton of books are thrown right at your heart and, you can tell it’s something very evil. My husband and I went to our Bishop and, he said to say the following. In the name of Jesus Christ our lord and Savior, I command you to get thee behind me Satan. Saying that worked every time but, I can’t tell you how scared I was. Shortly afterwards, I got a divorce and, it never happened again so, I attributed it to something with my Ex-husband.

After that, I never referenced Satan’s name because I didn’t want anything evil near me. I would have terrible dreams where I woke up screaming but, I didn’t know why. Those lasted until I moved to Newport Beach, then it stopped.

Forward to present day, my bedridden mother tells me something demonic is trying to attack her. Now, my mother has never had an experience like this before, she always puts herself in the white light of Christ prior to meditating or reading anyone. So she always feels protected.

I’m instantly scared again. My sister’s in the hospital and, I’m the only one who can help my mother. I can’t see or feel this entity but, I trust my mother’s psychic skills. So, I tell my mom what the Bishop told me to say and, it doesn’t leave her. She says it over and over yet the attacks seem to be worse. I know about burning sage and using holy water, so I say prayers and, neither is working. I was told to burn Frankincense and Myrrh and I do that around the clock for 30 days. Still nothing.

Finally, I call a priest from my mother’s catholic church. I just tell him I’m afraid I can’t handle this and, mostly I’m afraid for my mom. He says he can come out and pray with my mother but, can’t try to eliminate anything evil or demonic. Unfortunately, that takes major approvals in the church and someone well trained in that area. He is the sweetest priest and, he spends about 3 hours with my mom. When he comes out of the room, he said he believes what my mother has been saying and, that he felt incredibly blessed because of the time he spent with her. Knowing my mother, she was able to bring him a message from a person he knew/loved from the other side.

After that, I think my mom felt less fear but, it took about another month before it was gone completely. I’m just so glad it’s gone now. I often thought I would love to work with a paranormal team out of UCLA but, not anymore. I realize I’m not as strong as I thought I was.

I think it’s important to note before starting that I’m not religious in any way shape or form. Total atheist. So for me, I’d say it was paranormal. The only religious person in my family is my grandmother.

M8 Motorway. Glasgow, Scotland. 2016.

I had not long turned 22, and I had just purchased my first brand new car. It had a two litre diesel engine, I felt like I was driving a Ferrari after my crappy old underpowered car.

It wasn’t long after midnight and I was approaching a dead-straight stretch of desolate motorway. I decide to hit the gas, and see how powerful/fast my new car was. (No lecture required, I know how stupid speeding is now).

As the speedo climbs, the thrill builds. As I career along the road, there’s a flash of lights in my mirrors - as if a car had high-beamed me. I look, it was total darkness except a faint red glow of my taillights. I put it down to the nearby airport. As I look forward once more, my eyes are immediately drawn to a white feather stuck to my wiper blade, fluttering in the wind - I’m certain it wasn’t there beforehand. My grandmother always preaches, “a white feather means your guardian angel has paid a visit”. (I would roll my eyes!)

I think about what my gran would say, and I call it quits and slow down with the adrenaline dwindling. I’m now cruising around 50mph for the remainder of the motorway prior to the junction I come off at. As I glide along, I notice some dark shadows a short distance ahead of me. I flick on the high beams. The shadows are getting closer, fast. It dawns on me, It’s a group of deer in the middle of the carriageway. I hit the brakes and hold down the horn. I come to a dead stop, just feet from where they stood before prancing away into the night.

What was the light? Where did that feather come from? Whatever happened that night, it encouraged me to slow right down, well below the speed limit. If I hadn’t, I’d likely have ploughed into a group of deer well over the speed limit, which would probably have killed me stone dead.

I’ve never sped in a car since.

And I now believe in guardian angels.

People say I’m crazy and that I’m just grieving, and that this is my mind's way of getting me through the grief process. My fiancé passed away almost 2 years ago. We were together for seven years. It hit me really hard. Anyway, I read a book called Signs by Laura Lynn Jackson, a psychic medium. In the book, she explains how to notice signs that our loved ones are sending from the other side. She said these signs sometimes come in the form of animals or nature. For example, if a deer randomly stops and stares at you from a close distance and doesn’t run away, it may be a sign from your loved one. Or if you find a penny in the dryer that is balancing on its side, that could be a sign. She said the strongest sign, however, is when you hear or see something that you know in your heart is a direct connection to someone you love on the other side. For instance, if your dead aunt Sally absolutely loved Alice in Chains, and on a day when you are particularly missing her, you turn on the radio and the first song you hear is "Rooster" by Alice In Chains.

With that being said, I write stories and poems in my spare time. I also read a lot of stories and poems. For the past couple of months, it seems like his name pops up all the time in stories I read, podcasts I listen to, and videos I watch. His name was Arthur. It’s not a popular name. You don’t hear it very often. Not only his name, but also his birthday. Another thing is that our song was "The Gift" by Seether. It’s not a very popular song, so I didn’t think I would hear it as a sign. But I see “The Gift” literally everywhere. There’s a new TV show on Netflix called The Gift. It’s a show that I would never even remotely be interested in… But yet, it showed up in the very first slot of my “recommended for you “list. I purchased an anthology of short stories the other day, and the very first story in the anthology was called "The Gift". Two stories later, the main characters name was Arturo. Which is the Spanish translation of Arthur. Someone randomly sent me a poem a couple of weeks ago called "The Gift". It just keeps popping up everywhere!

Then, to top it all off, I had a dream about a month ago. I was standing in the doorway of an old house, and Arthur walked up to me, and the sunlight was shining on his face and hair. He smiled really big, and I just ran and wrapped my arms around him. We hugged, and I kept telling him how much I missed him. He kept saying, “I know. I know. It’s OK.” Then I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, and he said, “Did you get the message?” And then I woke up!

So my question is… Am I just grieving and turning coincidences into wishful thinking? Or do you guys think that our loved ones on the other side somehow have a way of altering reality and making things happen?? I would love to hear your all‘s opinions and any personal stories or similar experiences.

Okay, where to start with this story?

I was born in Amherst, Ohio April 7th, 1984. When I lived in Lorain, Ohio in the late 80s, I lived in this 2 story house. It was old. There's just somethings in that house that always left me puzzled and in total mystery.

I am 40 now. I've talked about my experiences with other people, but all I get back is snickering, made fun of, or laughed it off as being unbelievable. I've talked about this part of my life the same way. Nothing changes in my story.

Behind our house, my mother and father created this huge beautiful garden. There's a reason why I've mentioned this garden because it does play a key component in this story.

I only hope I walk away from this with closure. I've spent my entire life looking for answers to only end up in the same old dead end.

Here we go...

Between the ages around 3 - 5 yesrs old, my parents would throw some weekend cookouts. My dad would invite his work/drinking buddies over and mom would invite her people as well.

The floor modle stereo would be out to play in the background, dad would be socializing with his people, the grill is grilling, my light blue kiddy pool would be filled up with water, our front yard would be out of parking spaces, drive way was spoken for, so the rest would had to park their cars in the back yard, where we were.

One weekend, I decided to walk around the house by myself, for some reason. I had no reason. Just to walk. I found myself in the front yard alone. So I decided to continue journeying around my house into a full complete circle. When I done that I came to a shocking discovery....

EVERYTHING AND EVEEYONE IS GONE!

The pool, stereo, people, cars, even the garden was gone! What was a garden was nothing but a bed of grass. But here's the thing, I can still hear everyone!

Yes, I was awake, I was not dreaming, I wasn't just seeing things. In dreams, when talkimg about dreams, you only know about 5% of the dream and it's all over place when telling it.

I remember everything! The way I've explained it to the readers is the way I've explained it for almost for 40 years.

Ever since at time finding that what seemed like a portal, I kept doing it. It was the same result every single time. Everything was gone.

Sometimes I often wonder what would had happened to me if I just kept walking circles around the house without stopping? What I have happpend to become a missing persons case or someone erased from memory all together?

I've recently went back to that house in Ohio since moving away on the late 80s. I was excited to show my wife and kids the first house that I lived in. I was also excited for the thought of actually getting answers and putting to bed about this mystery.

But when approaching the house, all we arrive to was an empty lot. I felt sad, pissed, and beyond disappointed. All that I have are what seems to be made up stories but still live the mystery.

Well, that's just one of my paranormal stories. I really hope someone would have something similar, an answer, or thoughts. All are welcome.

I hope you all enjoyed reading.

Hi everyone, I have another series of short stories from when I lived in Utah, years ago. These stories take place in the time period from 2003-2014. I originally come from Utah but haven't lived there in years, and have lived all over the United States since then, so I've lived in lots of places with their own histories, hauntings and interesting stories. I apologize, as this is going to be a long post, but the stories are interesting nonetheless.

So here's the first ones, chronologically speaking. In 2003, my then-stepdad, who was and is abusive, controlling, and treated my mother, my siblings and I horribly, began escalating his behavior. I noticed a pattern that as he got worse, strange things would happen around the house. Family members and I would hear disembodied voices throughout the house, a strange presence would be felt at some times and then not at others, and most notably, we would see shadow figures running around the house. These were not tall, humanoid figures that you typically think of when you think of shadow figures. These were deformed, almost animal or alien in nature, and moved extremely fast and had an almost "impish" quality to them. We would occasionally hear a man's voice in the house calling our names. We left the house and moved to a different neighborhood north of Salt Lake City, in Bountiful Utah.

2004-2005.

After settling into our new home in Bountiful, in August of 2004, other members of the family began noticing strange things. Footsteps would be heard in the hallways late at night. My mother would be working in her office at her computer and occasionally hear footsteps and one night, she felt something touch her back. She turned around and there was no one there. Later, my mother saw an apparition of a young girl wearing white standing at the end of the hallway. Thinking it may have been one of my sisters, she went to go check to see if everything was alright, and the girl disappeared and my mom saw that both of my sisters were both still sound asleep in their bedrooms. After doing some research into the history of the house, we learned that a young girl had passed away from leukemia in that same house a number of years prior. Her bedroom had been the same room that was my mom's office. The old photo of the girl who passed away matched the appearance of the apparation that my mother saw at the end of the hallway.

As the behavior of my then-stepdad began to become even more abusive, so too did the odd occurrences in the home. Our family dog would frequently panic and bark/howl at "nothing" in the air, especially when in the basement. The paranormal events culminated in a few members of the family (not me though) seeing about a dozen entities, semi-translucent in appearance and of ghastly appearance, surrounding the former stepdad while he was sitting at his chair one evening. In October of that year, around the same time the apparitions were seen, our family dog tragically died by being attacked by a pack of wild animals (either racoons or coyotes) in the middle of the night.

2007 and 2008 were pretty quiet, for the most part.

The year opens pretty uneventfully, but activity starts ramping up BIG time in the spring and early summer. On my brother's birthday in June, 2009, I lived at my grandparents' house with my family, and I was in the front yard waiting for the rest of the family to come out to the car to go for birthday outings. About 300 yards away, I see a young woman, wearing what looked like 1980's punk clothing, and her blonde hair in kind of a side-ponytail, walking casually down the street, and SCREAMING for help. Her voice didn't sound normal though. It sounded much farther away than a mere 300 yards, and it also sounded kind of "dreamy." Fair enough. It was in a neighborhood with lots of houses and trees, and it was on a hill, so the acoustics weren't what sold it for me. I immediately went inside and told everyone that there was a girl crying for help down the street. We got in the car and drove up and down the streets, looking for her. Keep in mind, it was mid-day, everyone else was still at work or school (this was literally a few days before summer vacation.) So unless she was a resident (she wasn't, it was a small neighborhood where everyone knew everyone and she didn't look familiar at all), it was unlikely she could've "disappeared" or gone somewhere before we reached her. Later learned a young lady matching her description died of a drug overdose in the 1980's in that very neighborhood.

That same month, 2009, my family and I went to a cinema to see Monsters Vs. Aliens, which had come out in March of that year and was still playing in theaters in June. While my brother and I are watching the movie in our seats, my mom leaves with my sisters to go to the restroom. They come back shaken and terrified. "What happened?" I asked after the movie. My mom and sisters then tell me that my mom had been PICKED UP AND THROWN OUT OF HER SHOES by an unseen force while walking down the hall. When she got up off the ground, she was 5 feet from where her shoes were, and they were still standing upright in the spot where she was standing when she fell.

For the years 2010, 2011 I did not live in Utah but had experiences elsewhere. 2012 was relatively tame and had little in the way of notable supernatural experiences. In 2013 I didn't live in Utah, but had multiple experiences while living in Tennessee. On to the next Utah stories.

2014. April. I was staying for a few weeks with grandparents, and my family and grandparents had gone out one day to have a fun day-outing and do some shopping. This is in the same neighborhood as the story from 2009. Knowing in our family history that grandma's house had some strange activity (the previous owner of the house had been murdered), we all knew there was something "off" about the house. Well, on one particular day, the "vibe" was particularly off. I was home alone, chilling out and in no mood for ghosts, and I felt like there was just a very...unwelcome and "wrong" presence in the house. I had a short temper that day and told "them" to fuck off and leave me the hell alone, and called them a series of horrible insults. I sat down to play guitar and unwind a bit, and then, from 30-ish feet down the hallway, I heard a woman MOANING coming from my grandma's room. I was home alone. After hearing this noise, my blood went cold and I froze. "Hello?" I managed to choke the word out in as stoic and friendly of a voice as I could muster. No response. To keep myself from shitting my pants and running out of the house, I just scoffed and told myself, "Ah, it's probably just the cat." My grandma had a tabby cat named Loddy at the time, who was one of my best friends. She later passed away in August of that year due to old age. But I had never before or since, heard her cat, or any cat, make a noise like that. It was a human noise.

I have many more stories from other states I've lived in since then. I hope you enjoyed these stories. Cheers.

Two bottles of essential oils, patchouli and Brazilian Orange essential oil have different quantity of oils than previously, and feels heavier than before. What could this mean?

(english isn't my first language so srry for the crappy redaction)

I'll start by giving the little context we have for the house's history.

k so according to google earth the house has been there since at least 2002 and wikipedia says that the neigborhood it's in was founded in 1946. The first time we visited it it had a bunch of divisions (like you'd see in an office, those cubicle thingies) and it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time and the lady selling it told us that she used to rent it and that over 20 people had lived in it before us, she also says that she didn't know anything about the spoopy stuff going on in the house.

We currently use the house as a bussines and there's at least 2 or 3 people all day in there, almost everyone has gotten spooped, my uncle, who lives in that house says that a random night someone startede banging on his door and that they were shining a flashlight thru his window but the thing is that we have cams everywhere and there wasn't anything in them when we checked em in the morning (to add some more context, someone broke into the house when we were just getting started and that's why we have cams and my grandpa whos a veteran got pretty paranoid from that point on so he checked the cams like 4 times throughout the night, idk if he does that anymore), the second time something weird happened, my grandpa was checking the cams and he saw what looked like flashlight flashes (i guess thats what theyre called), he called my uncle to tell him go check em out and when he did there wasn't anything outside but they were still there in the cams and then one of the orb thingies went behind a wall and then it came back and just to give you an idea of how the video looked, it was like seeing an ocarina of time fairy, the next day they got the cams checked out and there was no dust in the lenses and there really aren't any bugs besides ants and cockroaches in that area, then there's this guy that works for my uncle, he saw a kitchen cabinet opening out of the blue, it was completely closed and the door is relatively heavy and it's indoors so the wind couldn't have opened it, then there's an intern guy who saw a door opening out of nowhere too (like, a regular door), then there's my mom who's seen silhouettes walking by and she also says that at like 6 am today she was laying in a portable bed thingy and she felt someone walking by her but like not going back, to give some context, the sofa was in the middle of a hallway and she felt someone walking bu her side but not coming back, like, she felt this multiple times and thought it was my uncle until they started banging the door in a room that was nearby and then it touched her feet.

whenever any of this stuff happens (except for the orb thing that happened twice) nothing shows up in the cameras besides the person just reacting, I've tried baiting it by watching scary stuff and going into dark rooms by myself but nothing's ever happened to me

as I said before, I've never gotten spooped myself and want some advice in case it ever happens, people have told me to just cuss at whatever is spooping me but not to like tell it to do it again or to do stuff to prove it's real, I kinda wanna just stare at it if it ever happens and i actually get a glimpse of the thing.

my main question is: How can I get it to spoop me?

I'm part of a paranormal team. This last weekend we did a panel discussion. Someone brought up a really good question and it stumped us.

If ghosts use energy to manifest visuals and work through equipment, how do they use that energy to manifest a scent or smell?

I understand. There's a lot of things that we still don't understand about the paranormal. I just didn't know if this topic had been touched at all. I tried to Google it a little bit but I wasn't finding anything.

Hello. I shared some of our experiences in a different subreddit and I was told I should repost here.

My wife and I got married in 2010 and promptly left our toxic families for greener pastures in West Central Minnesota. I've since learned the area between Bemidji, Fergus Falls and Otter Tail are a hotbed for UFO experiences, and finally encountered a person who saw what I saw.

Our first year there I didn't really think much of the strange lights in the summer sky. We would often go out to get eaten alive by mosquitoes and watch the fireflies. I had figured they were some type of aerial drone show or military exercise and largely wrote it off. After all, they were so abundant and intricate surely a neighbor would say something if it was something to worry about.

They came back the next year around the same time and this got our attention. We bought a telescope and learned how to use it. I could see the moon, stars and constellations just fine but could never once get a clear image of these craft.

There was some type of camouflage or cloaking mechanism to them. The only way I was able to get a read on them was by viewing the absence of light around them. The best I can figure, there were 6 to 30 craft at any given time. The top of the craft was diamond-shaped, with a relatively thick rectangular body. The bottom of these structures would open up to the sides, and out of them would spill an innumerable amount of smaller craft.

The smaller pieces of light that fell from the main craft had an unnatural glow to them, closer to a bioluminesence rather than a chemical based light. When they fell, they had a buoyancy to them, incredibly similar to the way baby fish fall out of mollies, guppies and sword tails right before they learn to swim. The diamond head of the craft would spin counter clockwise, the rectangular base would open up, and these things would spill out and form fantastic formations in the sky.

I don't have the right words for this, but the two dimensional structures they formed in the flat sky seemed to have a depth or extra third dimension to them. I got the impression some were much further away, or perhaps brighter or dimmer. I could never get a read on these mathematically perfect formations they would lock into. They didn't look like constellations or seem to have any sense about them. I'm very bad at math, but I was left with the impression these were some complex math problem. I don't know why, but that is how they always made me feel.

And what is striking to me is how immaculate they were in their perfection. They would fall out, "get their bearings" then move at the same speeds to pre determined places. They didn't overshoot their target, they moved with purpose and always moved correctly to where they wanted to be. When the last ones were done falling out of the craft, they would all sit there together in these stunning displays of perfection, like an eagle or angel spreading its wings. It was nothing short of magnificent.

Now what really freaked me out about the whole thing was we had a neighbor who farmed cattle. Every single time that one cow started losing its mind, these things would show up in the sky. We joked about it at first but then realized we could rely on the ornery cow across the road as a leading indicator to when the craft would show up. He was 100% correct every single time.

In the third year, we got brave. I thought it was funny the government was starting to crack down on people shining lazers at aircraft. Well, the law read you can't shine lazers, but it said nothing about the toolbox size portable sun I had out in the shed. So, one night, the cow starts going off. We get up, I grab the light and go outside. The craft are starting to drop the weird glowing fingernail clipping things out of their bases. My wife warns me this is not a good idea but I didn't come outside for nothing. I power that sucker up and shine it up, down, left, right. In response, the craft I was targeting then moves left, right, up, down. This scares the shit out of me. My wife tells me she warned me and this isn't funny. We end up grabbing the guns and hiding in the barn. Though in hindsight, I'm not sure what good the guns would have done.

A few months later, I was driving home from a job site like 3 hours out. It was late, it was negative 30 or whatever, and I see a formation in the sky. It's shaped like the Big Dipper but it's super bright and almost hard to look at. I observe it for maybe 20, 25 minutes on the last stretch home. I tell my wife to come outside and check out how big the Big Dipper is, I've never seen anything like it before. She bundles up and comes outside with me and says, what do you mean, it's cloudy out, unfocus your eyes and just look. So I take my eyes off the "constellation" and look around and all I could see was white clouds covering the night sky. Then she says, "those aren't stars".

I look over and the last star on the end then drops down and to the left, locking in place under the second to last "star". It was the straw that broke the camels back for me and we ran inside.

In our last year there, I really didn't know what to make of this situation, so we just enjoyed them. After all, if it was military, I surely would have gotten a knock at the door over the flashlight fiasco. If they were hostile aliens and we blew their cover, they could just annihilate us. I can concede that perhaps these were in fact some type of proto Drone Swarm weapon or military exercise. But I can't help but feel the strange type of ultra-organic glow they had to them meant these things were alive. Everything about them seemed to me, at least, that these were some kind of creatures and not necessarily some type of machine or craft. Or, perhaps, some creation that was a bridge between the two.

There were times when we would say to each other, hey, wouldn't it be weird if those 4 in the center just moved to the left together, and those 4 craft would move from the center over to the left. We were able to recreate this at least two more times. At this juncture, I've had a lot of time to reflect on these experiences, and what I think they could potentially have been, and I sometimes wonder if they were some manifestation of consciousness. That irate cow across the road really helped ground me in reality that what we continued to experience for such a long time was a very real thing that had an impact on other creatures around us.

I cannot confidently say what these things were beyond strange lights in the sky, but our experience was very real, these things were very abnormal, we were not on drugs or imagining things, and this was assuredly the most magnificent and impressive thing I've ever seen in my life. I've never seen anything like it since. I am willing to accept the reality of this being a weapons test and not something extraterrestrial but I don't think I'll ever know for sure.

"Yes , I can see it."

"It's right there ."

"Right in front of my eyes ."

........

It all started 3 days back and I can still see this shadowy beast figure sitting idle in the corner of my room whenever the lights go dim . It just keeps staring at me .

It shows some signs of movement when I try to get up from bed . The more I move , the more it comes closer to me .

And at this point I'm even afraid to get up from my bed . Yesterday when I tried leaving my room , it started to grin and make some noises which were not really pleasant.

I'm afraid what'd happen if I someday left my room, with it staring at me . But would it let me leave ???

When I try to tell someone about this thing , the air around me becomes heavy and cold and I can feel that sinister presence around me . The same demonic presence that sends chills down my spine whenever I look at that creature . It's like it doesn't want me to reveal its identity to anyone.

So I'm just leaving this note in the hope that someone finds it when I'm gone

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Reddit I need some advice. My friend wanted to go see a psychic and wanted me to go with so she wasn't alone. So I did. I don't believe in that stuff as I grew up Christian and that is still my faith. But while we were there my friend asked if I'd do it with her (the psychic was her friend but owned a business doing it) I was hesitant but the psychic asked my permission and I said sure. I don't believe in this stuff so tell me what you want. She said that my love line was broken because my dad was cursed by black magic in high school over a jealous girl, that wanted to be with my dad but couldn't cause he was with my mom. So she cursed him saying he'd never have a successful relationship. Well she said because my mom was pregnant with me at the time it hit me also and now my love line is broken and I'd have to repair to have a successful relationship. I'm in a very happy relationship that I've been in for 2 years with the loml but I can't help but think about that sometimes. Is that something that's a thing?? Or should I just not even worry.

Edit: Thank you to everyone that has commented, I'm glad that I'm not actually tripping lol...I did want to clear somethings up that can be a bit confusing. I am Christian and that is the faith I believe in as an adult and this stuff is typically frowned upon among Christians. I am not one of those, I don't dislike people that believe in it or think it's a load of crap but I also don't believe in it to where I think everything a "psychic" tells me is true. I did give her permission to do it along with my friend. I've always believed that God is the one that holds my future in his hands and only he knows what it is. So it threw me off very much when nothing anyone has ever said to me about anything has ever stuck with me or made me question it so much as this has. Why it has stuck with me so much I'm not sure. I do know the thought of losing my boyfriend terrifies me cause he's my best friend and loml I've never been so happy in a relationship before so the thought of that ending kills me. But hearing yall say it's a bunch of bull makes me feel so much better

About 6 months ago I think it was at 3am someone knocked on our back door (were fenced in) so they’d have to go around the house to knock on the back door dad got terrified and told me to get in there bedroom with my mom he called the cops and she went to jail, she got freed a day later turned out she died 2 weeks later Happens again at 9pm I’m drawing hear a knock run to my dads “someone knocked again” called the cops nobody was there until I noticed a guy running across the street now I hear creaks and doors opening and I sleep in the living room cause I’m terrified of that back room that I sleep in

When I was 6 I loved ghosts so I put a pentagram in my closet and then like a month after I saw a shadow figure in my parents door kind slanted like the man in the floor is wet sign but when I was 11 I invited ghosts into my house and now every time I look at the corners of my eyes I see shadows and I remember one specifically sitting on my couch and I clearly saw one before it disappeared and I also remember one night that might not be related but I couldn't sleep when I was 8 so I went in my mom's room and I saw the room distorting then my parents clearly awake I saw a hand tiny and yellow eyes in a pile of clothes comig out but my mom turned on the lights and It disappeared what is happening

Me and my cousin are at our grabsmothers house and things in my room are falling on our own so we set up some old trolls that are about a inch tall and a woody doll I was lying in bed and it fell we both decided to go downstairs and go upstairs in a hour to see if anything fell so we both know we’re not faking it. What is it?

So as Im dreaming, i see a bright light flash, i hear “i have the answers” or something along those lines but as the light takes over the whole room and as it fades, this gnome like creature is right beside the edge of my bed where i am laying down, in front of my face. it is completely black. big eyes and a tall red hat. any other details i did not get the chance to observe. it was still, it did not move and was just looking at me and smiling or laughing. my body was completely paralyzed to it , or i was too scared to move. but i grabbed its shoulder and began praying. the words i was saying out loud were not audible it sounded like a very low whisper , whatever this thing was i believe it was taking away my ability to speak. but despite this i kept praying and suddenly it faded away. as i looked ahead the black purse on my chair that i have began looking like it was the gnome all along. but it couldn’t have been i insist that it wasn’t? im open to any logical different standpoints or maybe even further paranormal explanations! i just want to know what this is, to my knowledge i have never seen anything like this ever in my life.

Hopefully I've tagged this correctly, I've never posted here before. But I ran into something years ago as a kid, and I've never quite figured out what it was, I wanted to see if maybe you guys had some ideas.

When I was a kid, my dad was the groundskeeper to a cemetery in Nebraska, we lived in the house just outside it. I figure that might be relevant, maybe this thing sticks to the midwest area.

I was about 9, if I remember right. I was about to go to bed- I was sleeping in the same bed as my dad as something spooked earlier, as things often did. Baby me was a bit of a bitch, lmao. But I remember the set up of the room to this day.

Entertainment center with the TV next to the door, an old chair my mom had set laundry on next to it, and the bed right in front. And as I was sitting there, waiting for my dad to come to bed, I realized there was something in those sheets sitting on the chair.

I leaned in close and I still remember this creature vividly. It was pure white with an ET-esque head, and beady, sunken in red eyes. Obviously, I was freaked the fuck out.

I called in my mom, and asked for a story. My logic was what if I pointed it out and it freaked and I don't know... tried to eat me or something? i waited to see if she would notice. She told me a story, never once noticing the damn thing that only sat there and stared.

My dad came in to go to bed. He didn't notice either. The lights go out and this things eyes start fucking glowing. I hid under the covers til I finally passed out for the night- I woke up and it was gone. Never saw it again. I'm so sure I wasn't hallucinating it, it was defintely real. I could try to draw it for y'all when I'm off work if anyone would like me to try. Anyone have any idea what it could've been?

Just a quick disclaimer!! English is my second language so the spelling and Grammer might not be the best, so sorry about that!!

This story takes place in a very remote wooded area in northern Sweden, at the time I was about 15 years old. My and my cousins family were staying in our summer cabin, the cabin is placed on a hill and at the bottom off this hill there's a lake with a wooden bridge and two boats. The property is surrounded by a dense forest so the only thing you could really see when looking out the window is the hill leading down to the lake and boats.

It was maybe 9pm when me, my dad, my sister, my 3 cousins and their dad decided to light a fire down by the lake. My grandparents, aunt and mom decided not to go because it was getting late. We just wanted to look out at the lake, stagaze and chat. We brought our grandparent's dog and our cousin's dog out with us. We walked down to the lake, lit the fire and started talking.

After about and hour the conversation had fizzled out but it was a nice silence. Suddenly I started feeling a bit off and couldn't shake the feeling of bring watched from the woods. We were sitting with ours backs facing the woods and the cabin. The feeling was unsettling but I tried thinking about other things when from out of nowhere my dad just says "Yes, I'm good" . Everyone turned to look at my dad in confusion since there was no conversation taking place. Dad looks back at the cabin and then at my cousin who was sitting next to him and said "Yeah.. I'm doing good".

" What?" She responded confused

"You asked me how I was doing, so I answered" dad said.

"I didn't ask you anything" my cousin said

Dad looked confused and then said that he had felt someone lean over and whisper in his ear "Hello, how are you? " he described feeling what ever it was breath on his neck and put a hand on his shoulder. He thought it was my mom at first and turned around but didn't see anything.

Right after explaining this the two dogs that were with us started growling loudly while looking behind where my dad was sitting, towards the woods.

We all freaked out, put out the fire and started running towards the cabin.

Yeah we haven't gone outside the cabin when dark ever since and it's a memory that I'll never forget. But whatever it was was nice enough to ask how dad was doing so I don't think it had bad intentions 😭

If anyone has any idea what this could have been please comment.

The only thing I can think of is a Swedish nature spirit called "vittra" that plays tricks on people but according to some people can burn down buildings or capture people if they are bothering them. But they aren't really known for being nice so I don't know??

At my work, in one of the women’s bathrooms, there is a large mirror on the wall at the end of the rows of stalls. There are no other exits down that way. It’s just an area with stalls on both walls, no other doors or closets.

The first time I saw her, I was wearing a tan shirt and thought it was a brief reflection of me. However, I am convinced that it’s not me. I will frequently—and only when I’m alone—see a woman in white, shown briefly like she’s passing in front of the mirror. She has dark hair. Sometimes she’s closer, sometimes she’s farther away. It’s only a glimpse. I can’t tell her age or anything else.

Today, all the stall doors were closed, or at least not hanging into the aisle. I absolutely saw her. It wasn’t a reflection off the doors or of me because I’m wearing all black today.

The building is very old, built in Baltimore Inner Harbor in 1910 or so. It’s obviously been remodeled several times. It should be noted that there is another bathroom on another floor that is setup exactly the same, with the same colors, tiling, etc. They are twins. I have never seen her in the other bathroom, looking for her or not.

Is this something that happens to people or am I just imagining things???? I’ve never really believed in daily paranormal experiences, but I’ve had a few strange things happen before. This is just constant. I’m leaning towards maybe I’m losing my mind, but it doesn’t happen anywhere else.

Also: I can’t post a picture without identifying me or my employer, but it’s just a normal bathroom with tiled floors, muted colors on the wall and hideous darkish greenish stall doors. No bright lights in the stall section. Also also: I did try to research deaths in the building, but most of the results I got were from when the building was a factory and some during a fire in the 1920s/1930s.

When I was around 12 there was a “game” where you suspend a pencil on a string and one person holds it above someone else’s inside wrist (veins up).

You ask questions and the answers were communicated by the pencil beginning to swing back and forth along the person being tested arm, or across it.

I remember us testing each other to predict the number of children we would someday have.

Not only did it accurately predict me and my sister’s lineage, but my brother’s is burned into my memory. That’s because the pencil predicted two, then stopped for awhile. Then started again and predicted another two. Then paused and predicted three more! A total of seven!

We all laughed about it and how he was going to be so prolific.

But years later, my brother married young and had two boys within three years. Got divorced, then married a woman that already had two teenagers. Divorced her within a year and married another woman that had, wait for it, three teenagers.

Freaky dude.