Hey guys I would assume this the best place to post this but,how would I go about picking stories to make a list to read on my YouTube channel, I see people be making like “true thanksgiving horror stories” stuff like that, but like I always wonder does the person just look thru every single story to see if it the same topic?

One day, when I was 5 years old I was taking a bubble bath after I had completely ruined my knees while flying down a hill on my bike and fallen off, my grandma's sponge was sitting on the sink counter near the edge, I had been dabbing the injuries either a washcloth, my grandma's sponge came Flying toward me from the counter, it hit me in the head I stood up and screamed, my mom came rushing into the room half asleep, I explained what had happened and she left the room and grabbed the cross off the wall in the living room and started chanting 'all evil entities in this room shall be banished back to where they came from' or something like that, then she got me out of the bath and dried me off, the next day she came home with a cross necklace and a pastor as the started blessing the house, we haven't had anymore things happen since other then after that day like clockwork I would open my bedroom window and talk to someone, I kept saying it was grandpa but it freaked my parents out so badly that they glued my window shut. I started crying every night until I turned 8 years old, then I stopped crying and never spoke of anything paranormal again, until today.

In 2020 I got a hobby, to sell stuff I didn’t use. It also ruined my worklife so I had to find ways to earn extra money.

In my post I said I can meet the buyer as it makes it easier to sell stuff. This woman texted me that she wanted to buy. I took the metro to meet her an evening.

From the platform I walked up some stairs. She was there as agreed. I handed over the thing and she paid me.

I tought we were done but she was very talkative. She said she has been looking through my photos and asked if I was a model. Then followed up with; «Do you want me to drive you home?»

Then why didn’t she just drive to my adress and pick it up from first place?

I looked towards the car. It was black and standing there in the dark place. Inside it, I could see 3 guys staring at me.

I ofc took the metro back.

When I arrived home, she sent me sms. She got my number because we used an app to pay with, and to do so it needs our number. She thanked me for the stuff I sold her, and told me she would like to meet me again.

I went to her profile on Facebook. She was also married with a man.

I dont know what would happen if I went in that car.

Before I begin this story, this is a very ominous story that happened to my family and clan.

This happened after my grandfather's uncle passed away.

This happened in Korea and was written using Google Translate....

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One day, my grandfather's uncle died. (maybe... probably an acute cardiac arrest.)

But strangely enough, He had his eyes wide open, his face very angry, and both his fists were clenched.

When people collected my grandfather's uncle's body, they closed his eyes with their hands.

Because of rigor mortis, his eyes wouldn't close properly, but people closed them with hands anyway.

My grandfather's uncle's body was placed in the coffin, and soon people placed the coffin behind a folding screen.

In oriental funeral customs, the coffin is often placed behind a folding screen with Chinese characters written on (When a young person dies, they are left behind a screen for a few days, because sometimes they survive.)

The burial was scheduled to take place a few days later, but in the meantime something very ominous happened.

The coffin behind the folding screen with Chinese characters written on it suddenly caught fire.

Villagers and family members immediately removed the grandfather's uncle's body from the coffin and retrieved it, and the fire was quickly extinguished, preventing further damage.

It was a windless day, and the candles and incense could never catch fire because they were in front of the folding screen, and electricity was not common in Korea at the time.

Furthermore, the family asked an experienced elder in the village for (possibly occult) advice on how to deal with this situation, but even the village elder said that this was his first time experiencing something like this and that he had nothing to say.

Anyway, the funeral ended in a very unpleasant and ominous. The problem starts now.

Terrible things started happening to my grandfather's relatives.

All of my grandfather's female relatives committed suicide, and all of the males were burned to death. Regardless of age.

Only my grandfather, his younger brother, and his older brother's brother survived, and the rest of his relatives were cut off from the family line.

It is said that my grandfather's uncle used to like to torment my grandfather for no reason.

my Grandfather said, "I think the reason I'm still alive is to apologize for harassing me."

Hey everyone, this is my first post on Reddit, and honestly, I’ve never been the kind of person to believe in ghosts or supernatural things. But after what happened that night, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

I live in Pune, a bustling city in India, where life doesn’t stop no matter the hour. It was a cold winter evening, and I was at my desk, sipping coffee, lost in my own world. My mom called out and asked me to get some medicine for her. Being the procrastinator that I am, I pushed it off, saying I’d go later.

Time flew by, and soon it was 11 PM. The streets were quiet, with the kind of eerie calm that only comes late at night. I grabbed my jacket, my bike keys, and headed out to the 24/7 medical store nearby. After picking up the medicine, I felt the urge to go for a late-night ride—something I often do to clear my head.

There’s a small bridge not too far from my place, surrounded by towering trees and shadowed by tall buildings in the distance. The bridge has a kind of haunting beauty to it, especially at night. Beneath it runs a dam, and when it’s open, the rushing water creates a mesmerizing, soothing symphony.

Here’s where things get unsettling: in India, we don’t bury the dead—we cremate them. And this bridge? It has four cremation sites around it—two at either end of the bridge. I didn’t think much of it. I’m not superstitious, and honestly, I never believed in ghosts.

It was midnight when I arrived. I parked my bike near the start of the bridge, lit a cigarette, and put on some music. The cold breeze whispered through the trees, and the distant sound of water made the setting almost surreal.

At the far end of the bridge, I noticed a pyre burning—a body being cremated. I decided to stay where I was and not disturb the rituals. An hour passed, and I felt it was time to head home. But to do that, I’d have to pass the cremation site.

I started my bike and began riding slowly. The closer I got, the more aware I became of the burning pyre. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it—a shadow.

At first, I thought it was a trick of the light. But as I got closer, the shadow became clearer—a man, squatting right next to the burning pyre.

I slowed down to get a better look, and what I saw still haunts me to this day. He was scratching his head—violently, almost like he was trying to tear his scalp off. His movements were frantic, jerky, and unnatural. His hair was catching fire from the pyre, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he rocked back and forth, making these guttural, animalistic sounds.

My heart froze. Every instinct screamed at me to leave, but my body wouldn’t move.

Then, he turned.

In a flash, faster than anything I’ve ever seen, he snapped his head toward me. I’ll never forget the sound—a sharp, crackling zap, like static electricity. His face was illuminated by the flames, and his eyes… his eyes were hollow, empty pits that seemed to swallow the light around them.

I don’t know how, but I managed to kill my headlights and twist the throttle, desperate to get away without drawing his attention. But as I passed him, I felt it—a cold, piercing gaze, as if he was looking straight into my soul.

I didn’t dare look back. My hands trembled, my body was drenched in sweat despite the cold, and I rode faster than I ever have, praying he wouldn’t follow.

When I reached home, I locked every door and window, my heart still pounding in my chest. That night, I couldn’t sleep. The next morning, I woke up with a high fever that lasted two days.

When I finally gathered the courage to visit the bridge in daylight, there was nothing. No signs of anyone, no evidence of what I’d seen. To this day, I don’t know if it was a ghost, a hallucination, or something else entirely.

But one thing is certain: I’ll never go near that bridge at night again.

I have had a great many times where I will wake up to the sound of people talking but it was difficult this time. In the past I have both heard my dad and grandfather’s voice in a room of my house only to find that they aren’t there. And the tv was off. I have also had quite a few times I have been awakened by the sounds of people talking. I wake up and there are people’s voices talking either to each other or to me. I never remember what they say and it’s never been scary for me. But the last time it happened it was much stranger. It was the night of my high school homecoming dance and after the dance I went home, showered, and went to bed. At some point in the night I woke to the sound of not just people talking, but the whole sound of a party. I sit up in bed and see a woman at the end of my bed. She points a microphone at me and asks a question I don’t remember. I lay back down and roll over, unfazed somehow and try to fall back asleep. Up until I fell asleep the sounds of music and people. As well as the visual of people walking around in my room. If you have other questions just ask

Ok so this is more of a question than a story but the experience was really scary. It was like 2 or 3 am and I was still having trouble falling asleep, I would wake up and sleep about every 30 min. Anyways, I was looking up trying to fall asleep but then like my body just stiffened like if I were having a cramp but without the pain. Like I could move but it was a LOT of effort and I was really tired at this point. I wasn’t asleep though because I was aware of everything, but I just couldn’t move. I kid you not I was like this for a fat 10 minutes until it wore off. I checked the time hoping I still had time to sleep and that shit said 7 AM. I wasn’t even able to fall asleep☹️ through the whole damn night.

I live in Florida, and me and my friends used to like ding dong ditching, we thought it was pretty fun, we had a certain way of finding out who’s gonna ring the doorbell, let’s refer to my friends as Sam, Ted, and Jake, so we had this pattern, like first Jake rings the doorbell, then me, then Sam, then Ted, and restart, anyway, it was during the summer and it was night time, we decided to ding dong ditch, and there’s this neighborhood behind ours, with big rich people houses, we decided to go there. There was this huge White House, I looked it up it has 6 bed 4 bath, it was my turn to ring the doorbell, but there was a man standing by the door on a phone call, but my friends said I have to do it, and I walked up to the door and rang to doorbell and immediately ran, because he was at the door, he opened it and chased me and my friends, we ran a little distant and he stopped chasing us, and I saw him run to his backyard, we were standing there behind trees for probably like 30 minutes scared, we finally decided to go in, the next night , Ted’s cousin came over, he wanted to ding dong ditch too, so we went in our neighborhood this time, there’s this big brick house ,4 bed 3 bath, and we decided to do that one, so Ted’s cousin rang the doorbell, we’ve always been scared to do this house because they have kids that are teenagers, and they will chase us down too, but we convince Ted’s cousin to do it cause he had no idea about this, so when he rang on the doorbell. he ran towards us on the other side of the street, and we hid behind some trash cans, but then the oldest son decided to come out chasing him, and they tackled him and brought Ted’s cousin inside their house. Now Ted and Sam were at my house so me and Jake were the only ones who saw this, we saw them boarding Dad’s cousin and walking him down to Ted’s house, they talked with their parents and they made us apologize, and we never did that house again, but that’s not even from the scariest part, a few weeks later we decided to do a house that’s right across from that brick house and so it was my turn to ring the doorbell, and I rang the doorbell and a guy ran out with a gun. We are in so far like you don’t understand how far. And that was our last time ding dong ditching…

recently ive been experiencing some strange things here and there in the house. im 15 and sleep a room away from my parents. sometimes when i sleep, i feel a presence lurking near the door and on those days the room is especially dark. we live in an apartment complex that is well guarded and always buzzing (ppl go out for walks well into the night). well anyways like i said some nights the room feels especially dark and unsettling. a couple days ago i was sitting in the living room studying and i moved the table away from the wall to study. i finish studying and i go to my room, again moving the table touching the wall as it was. after a while i hear the sound of a heavy furniture moving coming from the living room but i ignore it. then my mom comes back (i was home alone then) and asks me why i hadn't moved the table back to its place and i swear i did. i come out and see that the table had moved to the way i had placed it while studyin. i thought that was very odd and ignored it.

fast forward to now. last night i slept extremely extremely early at around 730 pm (i'm a night owl i usually sleep at around 2 am on weekends) idk why that was very unlike me but i felt very drained even though i came back from school early that day and didn't go out after that anywhere. anyways i first woke up around 1015 pm and debated staying up or sleeping in i was also extremely hungry at that point since i hadn't eaten since lunch that day. anyways the whole night i felt someone sleep besides but i didn't bother because sometimes my parents would occasionally sleep besides me if i was feeling down or sick (yday i was down a bit because i was really really upset about losing a scholarship thingy) but anyways i ask my parents in the morning and both deny entering my room at all. idk how to explain these recent things going around i'm not scared really just feel weird yk. if it helps, my grandmother passed away in the same house over a year and a half ago but the presence wasn't threatening in any way. anybody got similar experiences?

I was walking to my sister's college dorm in the dead of night at 2 AM, after finally parking my car in a remote lot. I had had a long plane and car journey riddled with bumps in the road only to arrive here at this ungodly hour.

The campus was empty because a recent ice storm had frozen everyone in. The crackle of ice and crunch of my feet was the only sound as I hiked my heavy backpack higher on my shoulder. I was carefully shuffling alongside the road, trying to avoid slipping and guided by the glow of spare streetlights.

After a few minutes of walking and some misdirection I located the entrance to the dorm, a little concrete entryway with a porchlight in the darkness and as I was texting my sister to come down and let me in, the blue and red of flashing police lights caught my eye. No siren. The cop car slowly pulled by the curb and an indistinct man in a uniform stepped out. Nobody else was here so was he here for me? Did I look suspicious or homeless? Like a lost girl due to the backpack? It was possible he was checking up on me due to that.

However, he walked up to stand near me and said nothing, seemingly waiting for something.

I clutched my phone, feeling the slight anxiety of a police officer turning his lights on but addressing nothing and the slight anxiety of a human's proximity without addressing the other human.

I could swear I felt eyes on me.

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked abruptly, turning to look him full in the eye while taking a tentative step back.

"I'm looking for a girl that went missing in the area. What's your name and what are you doing here?"

"Oh it's Rachel! My sister's coming down to get me" I said with a mind to suddenly make a call, gripping my phone even tighter with the screen unlocked. Was I being suspicious somehow? Why was he being weird? "I'm staying with her for the weekend"

He said nothing. He just kept standing there.

"So someone's missing on campus? That's awful." I wondered if my sister could know who it was or how somebody could go missing on a campus in such a safe town, "What's the girl's name?"

"It was Rachel. You look like her."

Wow that's a coincidence. Well it is a common name around here.

Still silence

I caught the welcome sight of my sister coming down the stairs. She buzzed me in and I realized the officer was coming into the dorm with my sister's buzz in too. What did he need to do here so late at night? Was the girl missing from this building?

"Good luck!" I said after greeting my sister, referring to the missing girl. He had already begun to walk away so the entreaty was to his back. No acknowledgement in return as the guy slipped past the stairwell and into another area of the dorm. What was even through that door?

So strange. We ran up the stairs and I locked my sister's door behind me. Both locks. I explained that the cop was looking for a girl missing on campus and asked if my sister knew any other Rachel's. She said no.

After settling into the couch, I googled missing girl Rachel insert town name here and started to shake when I came across an article of a local cold case with the picture of a missing girl who bore no true resemblance to me but had the same awkward innocence in her expression that I did. A sort of dorky, kind look in her eyes that struck me.

Her name was Rachel? The officer had said her name was Rachel. He also said I looked like a missing girl. Maybe I did but how does an adult college girl go missing on such a small campus? It would be all over the news if a young woman had genuinely gone missing. But as I checked in periodically, nothing ever made headlines.

Coincidence or not, benign or not, exhausted or not - the entire strange incident spooked me and made me wary of walking alone so late at night. Crime is all about opportunity. In my gut I knew that something was wrong.

What would have happened if my sister hadn't showed up so quickly?

This story actually happened to me.

I was sleeping with my girlfriend when, in the middle of the night, I was woken up by an unexpected sound: her cat meowing loudly, in an almost alarming tone. Without understanding what was happening, I watched the animal run into the room, visibly scared, and jump towards the bed, as if it was running away from something. The scene was already disturbing in itself, but then something even more bizarre happened.

Soon after, a dachshund entered the room, which, for some reason, caught my attention in a strange way. His eyes were completely white, as if he were blind. Faced with that disturbing figure, my reaction was immediate: I got up in fright, retreating to the corner of the bed, trying to understand what was happening. The dog then turned his gaze fixed on me, and at that exact moment, I suddenly woke up, back in the room. The most impressive thing was that everything around me was exactly in the same place, in the same order, as in the "supposed dream".

Confused, still dazed by the experience, I went back to sleep. Things only got weirder the following week, when my girlfriend mentioned that her kitchen smelled peculiar, somewhere between musty and strangely familiar. When I went in there, I was overcome by the unmistakable aroma of wet dog, like the smell of an animal that hasn't been bathed in a while. The strangest detail? My girlfriend doesn't have a dog.

Since then, I haven't been able to stop thinking about that experience, because it felt more real than any dream I've ever had. It was as if something had crossed the barrier between the world of dreams and reality, leaving an almost palpable mark. I feel a constant uneasiness when I remember the dog's white eyes, the smell in the kitchen, and the strange feeling that has remained since that moment. The question keeps hammering in my mind: was something trying to send me a message, or was it just a coincidence that my mind insists on transforming into a mystery?

Source: It happened to me while I was sleeping at my girlfriend's house.

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This happened when I was home alone for the weekend. My parents were out of town, and it was just me in our quiet, suburban house. Around 11 PM, I was curled up on the couch watching TV when I heard a knock at the front door.

It wasn’t a friendly knock—it was slow, deliberate, and way too quiet to be normal. I froze because no one was supposed to visit, and we lived in an area where random visitors weren’t a thing.

I crept to the door and looked through the peephole. No one was there. I thought maybe I imagined it, but as I turned to go back to the couch, the knock happened again—this time louder.

I checked the peephole again. Still no one. Freaked out, I grabbed my phone and called my friend to stay on the line while I checked the locks. That’s when I heard footsteps on the porch, heading toward the side of the house.

I locked myself in the bathroom until I was sure they were gone. The next morning, I found muddy footprints on the porch and smudges on the side window, like someone had been trying to look in. To this day, I have no idea who it was or what they wanted, but I never stay home alone anymore.

When I was about 12 I lived with my mother in an apartment where a few of unusual situations happened.Sometimes the stove would go on by itself. Once my mother and I were arguing about turning off the light switch in a bedroom and it the light off by itself. We stopped arguing real quick.

One night we came back from my first communion at church and it was real windy out. That night when we got back home to unlock the front door, the front door flew open exposing the darkness within as if it was not locked before we could unlock that front door.

I still get unpleasant vibes when I visit apartments that occasionally remind me of that place I once lived in. My mother would go to sleep early leaving me alone feeling fearful in that apartment. I had unpleasant vibes especially since my mother told me some strange man was peeking in our windows and trying open the front door. I have had depressing dreams about that place over the years.

My friend upstairs had it real bad too from what she told me later, telling me her uncle tried to push someone off the railing upstairs. We had so much bad energy in that place. An older military man used to heat the hell out of his wife many nights directly above me. They had two daughters I went to grade school with across the street. We lived near Fort Bliss in Texas in those days in the mid 1980s.

the story that im writing here isn't a ghost story or anything but i felt like sharing the story of my great grandfather's diary of war in the time's of ww1 well the ends of it

The story begins with me discovering my great-grandfather’s diary, a relic of a time when our country fought for its freedom against a powerful invader. I knew him only through faded family stories, but now his words brought him to life. As I opened the fragile pages, the ink seemed to carry his voice, telling a story of sacrifice, camaraderie, and unimaginable loss.

page 1

"Maria, I’m going to war. I’m sorry, but it must be done for our country, for our freedom, and for the future. If you ever find this... forgive me."

These words struck me immediately. He wasn’t just a soldier; he was a young man leaving everything behind his wife, Maria, and their unborn child to fight for a cause larger than himself.

page 15

“Day 20: I was finally sent to the front line after days of training and bonding with my unit. There are only four of us: Kaspar, Kaur, Jakob, and Rein. All of us are just boys, really, but they talk like men, full of pride and purpose. Each of us fights not for glory, but for our families, for our loved ones. I wonder if I sound as brave as they do."

page 17

*"Maria, today we fought them those red bastards came near our town. Our unit was sent as reinforcements to drive them back before they could advance any farther. The battle wasn’t far from the place I used to roam as a boy. It felt strange, fighting so close to home, seeing familiar fields and the distant rooftops of the town where we grew up.

The fight was chaos. Smoke and fire filled the air, the screams of men drowned out by the crack of gunfire. I lost count of how many I shot. At first, it felt like defending my home gave me strength, but as the hours dragged on, it turned to numbness.

Kaspar saved my life today. An enemy soldier rushed toward me from the side, bayonet raised, and I froze. Kaspar shot him down before he reached me. I thanked him later, but all he said was, 'We look out for each other, always.' I’ll never forget that.

By the end of it, we had pushed them back, but not without cost. I saw boys I trained with fall in the dirt, their faces turned toward the sky as if asking why. Kaur was nearly hit, but he ducked just in time. Even now, as I write this, I can’t stop hearing the sound of the dying.

Maria, our town is safe for now. I don’t know how long that will last, but I promise I’ll keep fighting. For you, for our home, for the future."*

page 20

The tone darkened here, and I felt the weight of his words as I read.

“Maria, my love, Kaur was hit by one of those bastards. He’s in a field hospital, and we don’t know if he’ll make it. We’ve been ordered to defend a church, a place that feels like it should be sacred, but there’s no sanctity in war. I’ve met some old classmates here boys I used to laugh with in school. Now we stand together, rifles in hand, waiting for the next attack. The enemy won’t take this place from us. They can’t."

page 29

The horror crept closer.

“It’s been twenty days at the church. Mostly quiet, except for enemy scouts testing our lines. Last night, Rein and I heard what sounded like hoofbeats in the darkness. It was a messenger on horseback. He’d come to tell us the enemy was retreating east. But before he could finish, gunfire from the treeline ripped him apart. We dragged what was left of him into the shadows, hoping the bastards didn’t see us.

page 38

“Maria, my love, this war is nothing like I imagined. I’ve seen friends and foes alike lose their lives in the most brutal ways. I think of you every day. When I return if I return I will be the husband you deserve and the father our son needs. I promise.”

This was the last hopeful note before the diary descended into darkness.

page 47

“I’ve lost so many. Kaspar is gone. Rein is gone. Jakob is gone. My unit feels like a graveyard. Kaur recovered from his injuries and rejoined me, but the look in his eyes is different now. We’re all different now.

page 54

“We’ve been ordered to push the enemy back. As I write this, we march through a dense forest, our boots sinking into the mud. We’re to dig trenches along the treeline, overlooking a field we expect the enemy to cross. Supplies are scarce, but we’ve scavenged weapons from the enemy, even one of their Maxim guns. It feels strange, using their tools to kill them."

page 67

The most harrowing entry.

*“The morning was quiet, but by evening, we heard singing. It floated out from the woods soft, almost mournful. Then we saw them: enemy scouts, followed by wave after wave of soldiers marching into the field. When they were in range, we opened fire. It was a massacre, but they kept coming. Their faces were blank, as if death didn’t scare them. They charged our defenses, only to be mowed down.

Then it happened.

Kaur was unjamming the Maxim gun when he was shot through the head. I froze. The next thing I knew, a whistle pierced the air a shell, incoming. The explosion swallowed the trench. I remember the fire, the screams, the blood. When I woke, I was being dragged into the woods, my body broken, my ears ringing with the sounds of gunfire.

I don’t know who saved me. Perhaps it was a soldier."

page 75

The last entries were scrawled shakily, as if written by a trembling hand.

“They said I was found on the forest’s edge, barely alive. The war is over now. We pushed them back. But the cost...”

“Maria, I’ve come home. I’ve kept my promise. But the man you see is not the one you knew. I hope one day our son will understand why we fought, why we suffered. Perhaps he’ll read this diary and know the truth. Freedom is not given it is paid for in blood.”

As I closed the diary, I felt the weight of my great-grandfather’s story settle on my chest. His words had brought the past to life, but they also left me with questions. Who dragged him out of the woods that night? What had he seen in those final moments of the battle?

Some say the forest near the field is haunted, that the spirits of the dead still wander among the trees. Others claim the singing he heard before the battle wasn’t from soldiers, but from something far older something that has watched over this land since before our ancestors were born.

The truth? I may never know. But I know this: his sacrifice, and those of the men who stood with him, will never be forgotten.

A few years ago, I was living alone in a small one-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t the best neighborhood, but I liked my space and felt relatively safe. One night, I came home late after work, exhausted, and noticed my front door was unlocked.

I was sure I’d locked it when I left, but I brushed it off, thinking maybe I was distracted earlier. I went in, turned on the lights, and nothing seemed out of place. No drawers were open, no mess, just my usual clutter.

But then I noticed something weird. A mug I never use was sitting on the kitchen counter. I always keep it on the top shelf because it’s chipped, and I hadn’t touched it in months. My stomach dropped.

I checked every room, but no one was there. The windows were still locked, and nothing was missing. It was like someone had been inside and deliberately left everything the same... except for that one small detail.

I didn’t sleep at all that night. Nothing ever happened after that, but to this day, I still get chills wondering if they were trying to mess with me or if I just interrupted something worse.

TRIGGER WARNING/ INFANT LOSS

This is a true story that happened to me in 2011. I was pregnant with my first child, I was so excited to find out I was expecting a little girl. All of her scans was perfect and she was healthy. From the scan dates I apparently conceived on the day my niece was born (this information is necessary and comes into context later). I was around 34 weeks pregnant and I woke up from a really strange dream, it was so vivid..I just put it down to hormones. In the dream I came from my room to go downstairs, as I was walking down I came across a man (even in my dream I knew he wasn’t living) I ran past him and went into the living room where my nan was, my nephew holding a newborn who I thought was my niece and my grandfather, in my dream I was explaining to my Nan that there is a ghost on the stairs and he frightened me, my Nan just laughed and said “don’t be silly, there is no such thing as ghost”, as she said that we all heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs, I looked at my Nan and before I could say anything he appeared in the doorway, looked around the room and then looked at me, he then proceeded to walk towards the baby with his arms out and I was shouting for him to leave her alone. Fast forward 2 weeks, my daughter was delivered stillborn. I went to my daughters fathers house, (i’ll call him joe) where his family was showing me pictures in the family photo album of when Joe was a baby, and how much they think she looked like him. I was flicking through all the photos when a man in one of the pictures stood out to me, I asked who he was, “it’s Joes grandad” obviously I never met him and knew nothing about him so I asked where he was, even though I knew the answer, “he died a few years back”… he was the man in my dream. I now believe the baby in my dream wasn’t my niece at all, but my daughter and he came to show me that she wouldn’t be staying with me.

This happened last night.

I was watching my sisters because my parent were out and my dog is in the yard. She’s usually loud but that night it was extra bad.

I call her in and she won’t leave the yard. At this point I notice a cat meowing but it sounds wrong. Every meow is EXACTLY the same as the last. Even timing, I call more frantically but she still won’t come inside. I eventually get her inside, lock the door and the meows start to drop in pitch. Each one slightly deeper than the last. I don’t know if I regret not shining a light out there.

It was probably a cat but I want to hear what you think.

I had this insane dream around 2-3AM on November 25, 2024. I woke up in the dark of my room trying to fall back asleep when I heard what I thought was my little brother ask if I had heard about "The Silica Eyes". As the phrase leaves his mouth I get an image burned into my mind the face of a man with dry white skin, an ear-to-ear grin, wet black hair down to his ears, and most importantly white reflective eyes like when you take a picture of a dog with flash on. I pear out of my covers looking across the room where my brother lies fast asleep, the voice speaks again as if it was narrating my life, talking about how he starts by knocking. I then physically feel knocks on my blanket, I'm trying to hold a peak hole open to look out and see what's hitting my blanket, the force on my blanket knocks my grip and displaces my hands, and I'm unable to look out. As I lock down my covers and listen closely through the humming of my fan I come to my senses, I know I'm dreaming, but the voice didn't stop, it speaks again on how he makes sure that they, referring to me or whomever it's watching I suppose, feel safe in their beds. This sentence terrified me, I knew it all had to be some sort of dream and one I didn't wish to continue, I turned my mind to other matters that I often find myself pondering about, doing anything to drown out the thoughts of the past events, my plan works and I drift back off to sleep.

I calm end to an otherwise terrifying experience. Ive had creepy dreams before, but this one needed to be shared, enjoy.

This happened around roughly 7pm last night. My partner and I were just hanging out in our room when I heard someone yelling outside. At first I thought it was just some drunk couple, but listening closer I realized he was yelling non coherent things. I immediately took a video just in case.

After my third roommate got home, we called the non emergency line and were told that they had already received multiple calls on a man wearing all black with a black backpack, yelling weird things and were sending officers. This was the last update we heard. My third and fourth roommate would end up telling me that for the past few days they had seen a man wearing all black in the early morning and at night walk around the complex.

This prompted me to check my video doorbell camera and sure enough, roughly around 6:50am every morning for the past 4 days there’s been a man in all black with a black backpack walking in front of our complex. I’m not quite sure what to do with this information, but I’m keeping tabs on the situation in case it happens again.

Here’s the video of the man yelling if anyone is interested and could help me figure out what he is saying, thank you: https://youtube.com/shorts/H1zDf0ql5GI?si=KOC8fgop41OKwOiz

These are mainly all from my childhood and middle/high school era! I’ll try to keep them in order

-I remember my very first sleep paralysis episode. I must’ve been 6-8yrs old and I woke up finding that I couldn’t move or talk. The door to my room opens up and the figure of my sister naked and drenched stands there. She’s twitching and just looking at me with her mouth wide open, and every time I tried to close my eyes she’d come closer. Eventually she was at the foot of the bed where she climbed on and I could feel the weight on my legs. She didn’t stop until she was nose to nose with me. How I got out of that I have no idea.

• I believe from my childhood home an entity attached itself to me and my mom. We moved frequently and it always followed. My first time seeing her it was in middle school living in an apartment. My bedroom had a view of the hallway and I left it open one night. I was in and out of sleep when I turned over and saw a woman standing in the middle of the hallway. I thought it was my mom and called to her with no reply. She was completely dark, long hair, long nails, and kind of looked wet too? It was the same thing when I was younger that she kept coming closer to me when I closed my eyes. The day after i ironically went to see The Conjuring 2 with friends, I came back home and was alone when I passed our big DVD case that HAD to be screwed to the wall. When 2 dvds flew out from the shelf.

• There was 2 occurrences when my mom, my sister, and I would all be talking about our days in the kitchen area and a knife or a pair of scissors slid across the counter or table in one of our general directions. Still keeps me up because it’s a shared moment between 3 freaking people.

• my mom has had experiences with the entity of a woman (I believe she’s the same as the woman with long nails and long hair) where she thought it was me. For instance our rooms at one house were both at the end of the hallway on different sides and she has a good view of the hall. She was laying in bed one day and she heard and saw me coming down the hallway and into my bedroom. Of course being a loving mother she called out, “Percy is that you? How are you feeling honey!” Gets up and goes to continue the convo in my room but it was empty. The whole house was empty. I was gone at a friends house hearing my mom panicking over the phone about what she just went through.

• During the polar vortex my friend group had to stay at my house for the night cause it got so bad. (This is when I started really thinking that it’s getting out of control lowkey) Not one but TWO people had experienced the woman. In the same night too!? We’ll call my friends Isaac and Fern. Fern got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen only to be met with the figure of my mother in her usual nightgown standing in front of the sink with the water running. Fern politely said hello and asked why she was up and it never turned around just stood there looking out the window. They didn’t like the vibe at all cause they knew about my past and said “fuck this” turned around and came back to my room and went to bed. Isaac was sleeping in the living room and has a full view of the kitchen he too sees “my mom” but doesn’t see her leave. So he gets up guessing she may need help or to talk with her I don’t know, but she’s gone. Mans came into my room, blanket wrapped around him telling me to move my butt so he can sleep on my bed 😂 (sorry for the trauma yall) Next morning my mom is cooking us all breakfast like the champ she is and she tells us a wonderful story about how she got up to get water last night. She heard the water running from down the hall and she thought it was me so she started saying my name, only to see the faucet running and nothing else.

• I loved watching Ghost Adventures, catching wind that they came to Indiana excited me so much. I looked into it and they were going to a place called, “The Demon House.” I looked it up and it was only 8 minutes away from me. Then I realized the church they went to during the documentary was literally 2-3 streets behind my house…. Tell me why my white butt was like “ooohh yeah let’s go to the demon house location” So we did, we even went to the abandoned places they clearly took pictures in for the documentary too. Of course the lot was cleared and a tree just stood in the middle of it, you can only guess what I did. I touched the tree. Nothing happened but once we got back home and got out of the car my neighbor started having a heat stroke. I felt like something followed me and I had an EMF reader along with EVP but opted to just use the EMF (reads electromagnetic fields) and they go off if it’s by any electronics like phones and microwaves but for it to continuously go off at the foot of my bed with nothing around it for the whole night was messed up. I went to the metaphysical shop to see if they could confirm anything about an attachment and sure enough they could feel and see it. Loved that

• you know how the devil can use peoples voices? Well my mom and dad shared the same exact experience. They both had different shifts so one would be gone or getting ready to leave while the other was showering vice versa. My mom was showering and heard the door open and my dads voice (I can’t remember what they said and I won’t ask cause my dad is a touchy subject) so she peeled back the shower curtain and no one was there. She got out and looked in the bedroom, no one. My dad was taking a shower, heard the door open, footsteps even and my mom’s voice and same thing, nothing.

• Not paranormal I don’t think but it’s creepy that my mom and I shared a dream about the afterlife. I died and walked into a garden with white roses and white garden chairs. Everyone I loved was sitting in chairs, dressed in white awaiting for me. Come find out my mom had the exact same dream of everyone sitting down in white in a garden waiting for her seemingly.

• there’s probably more like me seeing a naked lady in the cold at night sitting on the train tracks and how I watched the train come towards her and just run her over I guess I have no clue. She did spin around to look at me too so that’s wonderful. BUT LASTLY, as a joke in middle school my friend group went to a local cemetery at night for Halloween. The cemetery/road it’s on is based off a legend in the town about a ghost girl being seen off the side of the road asking for a ride. If someone grants her permission she’ll go in the back seat and ask them to take her home. Usually half way to the place she disappears from the car. She’s depicted wearing a blue dress and a head ribbon (she was going to prom when she died)

Being kids we were giggling and goofing off but got spooked by something. I told one friend to go start the car so the headlights were facing the back of the cemetery towards us. We were doing one last stupid seance I guess when we heard a loud knock beside the tree next to us and a thud so we booooooooked it so fast to the car but I tripped over a tombstone (I’m sorry still for that my bad) that junk hurt so bad and my friends ran past and got into the car but when picking myself up I looked back and saw one shadow beside mine of a girl with long hair and a bow in it. Oh I lost it and trucked it

I think that’s all the good ones folks

On Friday I had skipped school. So basically I was just planning to sit in bed all day, and do schoolwork. It was around 8-9 am, when I all of a sudden got really tired. I was doing something on my phone, and my eyes started to flutter shut every once in a while. At one point I had dropped my phone, but I still had my eyes open and they would still flutter close. At this point I started to dream every time my eyes would close, but then it would stop when I would open them, but continue the SAME dream when they would close again. Sometime during this, a black figure had ran up to me abnormally fast and covered my vision in my dream. Literally all I can describe it as is a human black figure. My eyes fluttered open again and I couldn’t move. I had this weird taste on my tongue, I felt warm all over my body, and I had this weird loud ringing in my ears. I tried turning my head MULTIPLE times, and I was using all the strength in my body to try and finally turn it. My eyes had shut again, and i was in a theater on the stage. The figure had been at the bottom left corner of the stage, staring at me. After a while it walked closer to me, and once it was right up in my face my dream had ended. My eyes flicked open, and I still couldn’t turn my head. For some reason I had a feeling something was either next to me, or hiding at the end of my bed. I eventually got my head to turn, and immediately set up. The past couple days I haven’t had another experience with the figure, and im hoping it stays that way. I thought about writing about it the day it happened, however I was still trying to process what had happened. Even then, I wasn’t quite sure if I still should talk about it. I thought maybe I was just making a big deal about it. Its still bothering me, and I cant stop thinking about it. Ive never experienced something like that, so this is all very weird and uncomfortable for me. Was I having sleep paralysis? Was I dreaming waking up? Why did I hear super loud ringing, and feel warm everywhere? I just dont understand. If anyone can explain what happened, or has experienced something like this please let me know.

I've never been much of a believer in superstition or omens, but there's a story in my family that's always given me the creeps. I thought it would be interesting to share it here, to see if anyone has heard anything similar. This story involves my great-grandfather, a simple man who lived in the countryside of the Northeast and who had a very peculiar ritual.

During his birthday parties, especially when the date coincided with a full moon, he would do something that everyone in the family considered strange. My great-grandfather would take a basin of water, carefully fill it, and place it under the moonlight. The ritual was always silent, almost solemn, as if he were in a moment of deep introspection. He would observe his own reflection in the water and, after a few moments, he would say the same phrase: "The day I no longer see myself here, it will be because the next day I will be here."

This went on for many years, and every time he repeated the ritual, the family members around him would fall silent, without questioning it. It was as if everyone sensed that it held some mysterious meaning, but no one dared to speak about it. To my great-grandfather, that moment seemed sacred, something that went beyond simple superstition. It was as if he had a direct connection to the moon and what it could reveal.

Until one day, something different happened. During his birthday, he performed the same ritual, but this time, when he looked into the water, my great-grandfather could not see his own reflection. He stood there for a few minutes, contemplating the empty basin, without saying anything. Then, he turned to my great-grandfather and, with disturbing calm, said: "Get ready, because I'm going to leave." No one really understood what he meant at that moment, but five days later, he passed away in his sleep, peacefully, as if he already knew it was his time.

This story has always been around in my family as a mystery that has never been fully explained. Even I, who have never believed in omens or anything like that, can't help but get goosebumps when I hear someone talk about it. My family swears it's true, and I always wonder: was it just an incident, or was there something deeper involved?

Source: A friend of mine told me the story of his family member.

All my reports are actually real. I document these real stories on video and edit them. For those who are curious and prefer something visual, feel free to check out the content: https://youtu.be/5hnBPH6Zx04

This story happened in a cabin up in Utah that we stayed in during my mom's wedding. It's not too scary but the end sent slight child's down my spine. My mom air bnb'd 3 cabins and a lodge on an estate for our family to stay in during the days before and after her wedding so we could all be close together. The first 2 cabins were connected, but you couldn't get from one cabin to the other without going through the front door. These held my aunts and grandma's. The last cabin was for my mom and dad. The cabins were all the same design. A down stairs with 3 bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and 1 bathroom(also a small laundry room). There there was an upstairs that was more like a loft(it is called a loft cabin, so you can search it up if you need a visual) it was a small area with 3 beds, a couch/bed, and a small bathroom. My parents cabin is the cabin I spent most of my time getting ready in, and relaxing in. I always had this thought that the cabins were kinda eerie and my parents were always a little bit more scary than the others. If you walk up the stairs, directly to your right is the bathroom. That is where I saw it. I was touching up my hair bc of photos and from the corner of my eye I saw something peering into the restroom from the stairs... I got slightly scared but for reasons.. I thought I was just imagining it. Later while sleeping on the couch(my sister's were in 2 of the beds on the opposite side of the bathroom) I swear I saw something peering through the poles on the stairs. I don't know what made me not scared but I ignored it. Now it's been a couple of weeks and I was sitting at the table eating dinner and the topic of paranormal came up. I brang up the incident and my mom asked if it was her cabin. I said yeah. And she responded by saying how when they did a tour of the cabin the owner mention that others had mention how that specific cabin has been reported by many people that it seems like there are entity's there. Weather it's haunted or not I am now about 99% sure what I saw wasn't a figment of my imagination. Also: I wear a fitness watch and it tells me when my. Heart rate gets "too high", it also tells me when my heart rate is getting close to "too high." At the moment my mom mentioned it it told me my heart rate was getting close... This may not be scary to most but it definitely startled me.

Each of the stories will be in their own “paragraph” to signify it’s a new/different story so that it’s easier to read. As per request I’ll share some more of my own personal stories about some paranormal things.

This first one happened to me yesterday. I was asked to feed my best friend’s cats while they are away for the week. Their house is overall pretty creepy and I have seen/heard things in their house before. Last night I went over for the first time to feed said cats. Everything was normal I scooped the food gave it to the outside cats and went back into the house. I’m very welcomed in this house and am allowed to eat/drink anything I want there. I wanted a flavored milk so I went into their pantry to grab one. I have to pass the staircase leading upstairs in order to do so. As I passed the stairs I heard someone walk from the stairs into their 8 year olds room. Because nobody was home I immediately dipped. I hate being at the house alone anyways but that tipped me the wrong way, I’m afraid to return again tonight.

To add some context, my best friend sees things. She can physically feel and see spirits. Most of the time they are good and are just there to live on with family. I was skeptical at first but I have fully been proven wrong, she definitely can see them. Obviously I’m not her so I don’t know what they look like but she said she can sometimes talk and touch them too.

Same house (Lilly’s house) - back in May we had a prom for school. My two friends and I had went to the dance and came back to the house to hangout, get high, eat snacks, and have a sleepover. We went into the “playroom” which is just a giant room that has an overload of toys. It also connects the bathroom and an extra bedroom to the house. We all took a gummy and started sharing some creepy stories that we’d experienced before. I can’t see spirits but a lot of times I can sense something there. I’m not claiming that I am in touch with the paranormal side of the universe but I have noticed odd feelings in certain areas. This particular night it happened. Lilly was braiding my hair, I could tell that she was feeling off just by her body language. I felt the same way specially about the entrance to the room. I could just sense something was standing there watching us sitting on the floor telling stories. I noticed Lilly also kept her on the doorway and constantly was trying to make something out with her eyes. I never felt unsafe, just uncomfortable. It just felt like someone was standing there but not in a creepy way. Later after we all went to bed and woke up in the morning I asked Lilly about it. She claims a man stood there for most of the night. He wasn’t a bad spirit, he just wanted to listen to our stories.

My house - I moved to my now room, it’s upstairs and is down a hallway that connects my younger sister’s room and the main bathroom. The first week of me sleeping in this room I heard something outside my window. We have a swing set about 150 feet from the house. It sounded as if someone had a BB gun and was shooting it directly at my wall. Of course I figured it was my brother but upon asking him he made it clear he was not outside shooting his BB gun past midnight. I brushed it off and continued to sleep in the room. Another night that I couldn’t sleep someone took a stick and ran from one side of my room down to the other stopping at where the bathroom begins. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to my younger sister’s room. She said she heard the noise but it definitely stopped before her room. Confused I went back to my room and went to bed. I’ve always woken up in the middle of the night to a feeling like someone is watching me, it’s always the same corner. On nights that I wake up that corner is extremely dark as if something is standing there making it harder to see. Lilly stayed over at my house, knowing that she can see things I asked if there was anything in my house. She said “the corner, the one that your bed faces” I immediately got chills knowing how many nights I’ve woken up to that corner. I bought a standup mirror about a year ago and put it in that corner, ever since I really don’t have issues with anything creepy in the corner.

My grandparents house - my grandparents live in a log house that they built back before they had my father. It’s roughly 50 years old so fairly new for a house. Although it being made of logs it creaks and the wind blows loudly throughout the house. They have a fish tank that’s louder than any fish tank ever I swear. It especially loud at night because everyone’s asleep and nothing but the house makes noise. One night I was sleeping on the floor of my grandparents room, I couldn’t sleep because of how loud the fish tank was. I heard a strange noise come from the kitchen where the fish tank is and the whole house went dead silent. No fish tank noise, no wind, no creaking. It made me cry myself to sleep. I don’t really know what or why that happened but it still makes me feel creeped out.

My grandparents house - my sisters and I were sleeping in the “kids room”. It was across the hall from my grandparents room. It’s Mickey themed with two beds (one that slides under the top bed). My older sister was on the top bed. Just to creep me out she said “if you hear four taps from the outside it means something like a ghost is trying to get you” it could 100% of been my imagination but I swear I heard tapping in sequences of four all night long.

I still have more stories but I don’t want to make my posts super long. If you want more I definitely can write more, just let me know. The more I write the more I remember and honestly I’m digging up a lot of stories that I had completely forgotten about. I hope you have enjoyed this and/or my other posts.

I'll start with the first time I saw him when I was about 7 years old. I was sharing a master room with some siblings at the time and my bed was the closest one to the window, furthest from the bathroom, and positioned in a way where if I sat up, I was looking right at the window. It was in the middle of the night and I needed to use the bathroom so I rolled over onto my back and went to sit up when I froze at the sight of a man standing over my bed. The only person in the house at the time who was old and tall enough to fit this space was my oldest brother but he was a skinny, lanky guy at the time at 16 or so. I remember the silhouette of the man perfectly as I took in every single detail of his hat, his old face that sagged a little in the cheeks, and his straight shoulders under a trench coat. There were absolutely no facial details or even hairs that stuck out like a normal person would in the glow of the moonlight, it was just blackness. I remember not being scared but a little weirded out and then creeped out and then I was a little too scared to get up and use the bathroom, I laid back down very slowly and put the covers over my head - eventually falling asleep.

Years later, in my late teens, I shared this story with a few of my siblings and we had this weird, ominous conversation about the things they've all experienced in that same house. Turns out a few of my sisters have seen the same shadow man, even during the day, and my oldest brother had seen a white, animalistic thing in the barn one night - he was terrified to go down there alone after that. Furthermore, when my niece was just 4 or 5 years old, she randomly started sleeping with my sister because she was scared of the shadow man who watched her while she slept. NO THANKS. (it's been about 10 years since then and she hasn't seen anything or even remembers that so it's all good.)

Anyways, to the now, I am in my thirties and expecting my first baby. My husband and I live way up in the hills, nearly the middle of nowhere, with the nearest neighbor a mile away in each direction. We can see their houses but there's a lot of ranch land in between. Even more, there's only 1 gravel road through here and the nearest town is a 15-minute drive away. We have hay fields on the right of us, a pasture for our cattle on the left, and about 150 acres of woods spreading out from the fields and pastures. We also have private trails through there and trail cams set up for hunting season and the safety of our livestock.

We live in a pretty small house, around 800 sqft, with a massive window that looks out over the cattle pasture. In there is an oak tree grove that eventually leads up to the forest line. About a month ago in October, I started to see people out in the field next to the oak trees. At first I thought they were just cows, we have some yearlings that are small, and then I figured they were the neighbors coming in to hunt as we allow deer and elk hunting on our property. But when it was happening more often and on different trees, I got curious enough to look through binoculars - which amounted to absolutely nothing. So I just forgot about it.

A couple weeks went by and we're in November now, and I started to see them again. This time a little closer. Finally, it happened one evening when my husband was home and I asked him to come to the giant window and look at it. I don't know if it's to my relief or my horror that he confirmed he saw it too. His response, though, was to go confront the trespasser as they were literally just looking into our window at us. But before he could go out there, it was gone.

The most recent one was when I got home a little later in the evening that of coarse it was already pitch black. I had some groceries to bring in so I opened up the car and was taking my little trips back and forth, not caring about anything. I had the dog outside with me and pretty much the day I got pregnant, she's been really protective over me so she's glued at my hip, following me around back and forth, and when a car came down the road, I looked around to make sure she wasn't near the road. I can't tell you the curses that came out of me when I looked up to see the shadow of a man standing in the field just barely 50 or 60 feet away from me. It wasn't near a tree or even a post, the cows were inside for dinner, and I can't explain it away in my head any other way. It was a man, I am sure of it. And what was worse, was the headlights from the car hit him straight on, so I should have at least seen his face! But it was just all black, pitch black. Like the light was coming from behind him.

My husband immediately ran out with a flashlight to check but once again, the bastard was gone. I feel like I'm losing my mind but, then again, my husband swears he saw it too that one day. I don't know what to do. From the fact that this thing apparently haunted my family when we were kids to the other weird thing that the previous owner died tragically in this house (he caught on fire, fell, and hit his head on the fireplace)?? What's more is our dog doesn't seem to really care about it. I mean, she's always near me no matter what, and gets defensive even with our cows getting too close, so I feel like she's been acting pretty normal?

Wow, this was longer than I thought. Any ideas?

When I was about 6-7 years old I had this ninja turtle table that was in the middle of my room. Every time I woke up in the middle of the night I would see something sitting or standing next to it. it was the shape of a human with a hat on and it was like I couldn't stop looking at it. it stopped when I was about 9 it could be sleep paralysis but I could move but it was like a shield where I couldn't go up to it.

Short but straight to the point.

I was driving on [Front St S], toward [Squak Mountain State National Park] and [Tiger Mountain State Forest] using the road that runs split in the middle of the two National Parks. This means I was headed AWAY from [Issaquah High School], and toward the two national parks. It was around 8:30-8:37 PM, as I was almost past the 75% point and soon to be out of the twin parks. At some point in the middle of the two parks I wanted a snack, so I parked my car to grab a snickers from my bag on the front passenger seat floor. This was a few minutes BEFORE you get the cul-de-sac looking road that has a yellow house and a another red-orange house that looks like it is made of brick, this is if you were to keep driving at the same speed and not stop like I did to get a snack. I got back into my seat, and was about to hit the gas when I saw a deer in my rear view mirror. I hit the gas anyway because I was scared. There is no reason for me to be scared of deer, I am just generally scared of wild animals anyway cause I'm scared of rabies or something else stupid. The problem that messes with me to this day was when I looked back at the deer, I swear to god it stood there and stared at me with front facing eyes - Maybe I am tripping really hard, I did not stay or slow down to get a better look. I didn't go home cause I was scared, and ate some food at a restaurant (El Caporal) around [Danville] (People who live in Washington know the area) to feel better then I went home.

So recently this happened 2 months ago, I was just watching television at the living room and I kept hearing rattling coming from the roof so I decided to go to the attic and it was empty but it was much more smelly than usual. after 2 months the sounds were louder.

I went to the attic and checked again. To my horror I saw 10 rats inside the attic and the suddenly all came at me , so I ran away but one had already scratch my eye so I went to my kitchen and took a knife for protection and called pest service

I was relieved that it was rats but I still heard banging and I believe it was a setup and there is something much more scary up there

So, something really strange and unsettling happened to me recently, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Here’s what went down:

It was my friend’s birthday, and we all got pretty drunk. Nothing out of the ordinary for a party night. The next evening, we drank heavily again. I live with two of my friends, but they had to leave early the next morning to travel to another city for work. They weren’t going to be back until late at night.

That morning, I woke up earlier than usual, probably because I was still jet-lagged from traveling a few days prior. I noticed my friends were gone, and I had an assignment to work on, so I dragged myself to the living room and started working. But I was incredibly hungover and couldn’t focus.

It was cold, and there was some sunlight streaming in, so I decided to lay down on the carpet to warm up and maybe nap a bit. That’s when things got… weird.

I was lying there, staring at the door in the corridor. I didn’t see anyone, but I could hear the floor creaking repeatedly. It was subtle at first, but then I realized I couldn’t move. It felt like I was trapped between being awake and asleep.

Then I saw my mom. She walked into the room and started cooking in the kitchen while talking to me. But here’s the thing—I live abroad. There’s no way she was actually there. That’s when I felt a heavy, oppressive presence in the room.

Suddenly, voices filled my head, and they were terrifying. They kept telling me to end my life, saying there was nothing left for me to do, no other options. I was arguing with them in my mind, trying to resist, but they were relentless.

I wanted to call someone for help, so I “grabbed” my phone, which was next to me. My first thought was to message my mom, telling her something was seriously wrong. But just as I was about to send the message, my phone disappeared from my hand. I stared at my empty hand, confused. Then I saw my phone still lying behind me—I had never actually picked it up.

This happened multiple times. I’d think I was reaching for help, only to realize it wasn’t real.

Then it escalated. The voices became louder, telling me it was time to jump off the balcony. I live on the 7th floor, and I saw the balcony doors opening on their own. It was like something—or someone—was trying to lead me there.

At that moment, I felt something grab my legs and start dragging me toward the balcony. That’s when I finally snapped out of it. I don’t know how, but I managed to break free from whatever was happening.

When I looked around, it was evening. Hours had passed. The light in the apartment had dimmed, and my heart was racing. I was terrified. I ran to my room, quickly got dressed, and left the house. I walked to a nearby café, got a coffee, and just stayed outside for as long as I could.

This was easily the scariest and most surreal experience of my life. I don’t know if it was sleep paralysis, a hallucination, or something else entirely, but I’ve never felt that kind of fear before.

Does anyone have any idea what this could have been? I’m still shaken up and would really appreciate some insights.

Update: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the comments and suggestions on my post. I wanted to share an update and address some of the points people raised.

First off, I checked for any potential carbon monoxide leakage (thanks to those who brought it up), and everything is clear. I do believe what I experienced could have been sleep paralysis—it lines up with the symptoms and sensations I described. I just didn’t think it could be sleep paralysis at first, because some years ago I used to experience sleep paralysis quite often, and this seemed like something completely different.

However, something else happened that I think is worth mentioning. This incident occurred just two days after I moved into the house. A few days later, my roommate (who never gets nightmares) told me she had a really disturbing dream. In her nightmare, she experienced something paranormal in the house and was trying to warn me about it, but in the dream, I just wouldn’t believe her. She was really shaken up when she told me.

Since then, I haven’t experienced anything as terrifying as that first time. However, every now and then, I still hear strange noises. The floor creaks randomly even when no one’s walking, and occasionally, there are faint tapping sounds—on the countertop, the floor, or the walls.

Most recently, my roommate and I were chatting in the bedroom when we both heard a noise coming from the living room. We froze for a second, looked at each other, and decided to ignore it. We try not to focus on these things too much. At this point, I’m not sure what to think. Maybe it’s just a mix of an overactive imagination and house sounds, or maybe there’s something more. Either way, it’s definitely keeping us on edge sometimes.

As per request I’ll tell some of my personal paranormal experiences. Just like my last post each “paragraph” will signify a new/different story so it’s easier to differentiate them all because I have quite a few.

(Some backstory) - The first one I want to start off with is definitely the one that freaks me out the most. My family has moved houses a lot, this house being the one we’ve lived in the longest (almost 11 years) which is also the house that this story takes place in. My younger sister and I shared a room for majority of our childhood so moving into a new house and sharing a room wasn’t new to us. When we moved in there was terrifying crying clown picture in our room. It still creeps me out to remember it. The room we shared was connected to a water heater room that doubled as a storage room. It was all concrete and freezing. Really creepy in general, although we played in there often. I personally never went in there alone. The way we had our room setup my bed was directly next to the door, like I could open it while laying down. My damn head was next to the doorknob. (Actual story) - My younger sister Gentrey and I often stayed up past our bedtime, what little kids didn’t. On this specific night we were just talking and goofing around in our own beds. Eventually we decided to go to sleep. After a few minutes of silence something terrifying happened. Something inside the storage room ran so hard into the door that it popped it out and swung it halfway open. (The door opened into the room not into our room). We immediately ran straight upstairs to our parents who didn’t believe us. We made our mom come downstairs to make sure nothing was in there. She claimed the “air conditioning kicked on and made the door open” but I know what I heard and what happened. Something had to of slammed into the door for it to open like that. Although this one isn’t super creepy, it happened right next to my head which gave me a lot of anxiety when sleeping in that room afterwards.

Same room, same house, different story. Gentrey and I always had a messy room, toys every where to the point that you couldn’t see the floor. My parents would tell us we weren’t allowed to go anywhere unless we cleaned the room. When we cleaned they would usually leave us home alone (we were always home alone) for a couple hours. This was back when we had one dog and no other animals. My older siblings were at their dads house. Our dog was in our room with us because we were scared (it was old asf chihuahua idk what we thought she was gonna do to help). The room above us was the kitchen which you could tell who was walking in there from their weight and how the floor creaked. Again we were completely home alone. As we were cleaning a light weighted person (a small kid) ran back and forth through the kitchen and ran out to the rest of the house. We were absolutely terrified. We used our shared phone to call one of our neighbors to come over and see if anyone was in the house. He never saw anything outside and also didn’t find anything in the house. This happened to me on multiple occasions.

Same house. I was home alone again. This time it was just me. I was out in the living room playing Minecraft, I often used headphones because I like being immersed while I play. I was expecting my mom and older brother to arrive home within the hour with groceries so I had turned down the sound and was listening for them. As I was playing I heard hushed whispering, one male and one female. They sounded like my mom and brother. I took one of my earbuds out and could still hear the whispering so I called out “you guys need any help?” As I would come to help carry in groceries if they did. After I stopped to listen the whispering also stopped. I immediately got chills and stood up. I cautiously looked around the house to find nobody home, no car in the driveway either. I came back to my game and checked my mom’s location she was still in town (45 minutes away). I never made out what the voices were saying but they were there. And no, I was not listening to music. I was playing a single player world just listening to the sounds of Minecraft blocks being broken and placed.

Same house. I was in my room (not the one I’m in now and not the one I shared with my sister). Our neighbors were having a party so their music was blasting and they had loads of people over. I went down to my room because it was getting late (about 10-11 I’m an old lady my bed time is 9 lol). My mom came into my room to tell me that her and Gentrey were going to check on the scales (her job) so I would home alone for about an hour or so. Again as I was home alone often this didn’t bother me. After about 20 minutes I heard voices in the kitchen which was roughly above me (I was in the room next to the one Gentrey and I shared). It was two male voices. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but they were loud. Although I couldn’t hear them walking around or the floor shifting under their weight which was strange. It freaked me out so I called me mom who instructed me to lock my door and sit in my room with my pocket knife until her or my dad got home. Nobody was ever seen in the house but it still creeped me out.

Same house (obviously this house is creepy). I was on FaceTime with my aunt. I was in the bathroom curling my hair just for fun. I was home alone and had our two dogs in the bathroom with me. The door was open so I could hear if anyone knocked or came in. As I was talking to my aunt I heard the kitchen door rattle like someone was trying to open it. I quickly glanced out of the bathroom (you can see straight to the door from the bathroom). Nobody was at the door. I chalked it up to my imagination but I stood so I could still see the door. Again as I was doing my hair and talking I heard it again, this time I knew it was the door. I immediately told my aunt and left the house to walk down to our neighbors where I stayed until my mom got home.

I feel like this is a lot of reading so again, if you want I can make another post of more stories that I have. I have tons more lol.