I’m wondering if anyone else has had this feeling, and if anyone can explain it.

So, very rarely, when I enter a certain room in a house/building I’ve never been to before, it feels like my eyes or head is zooming in and out once, for about a second. I don’t know how else to describe it. It just feels like something happening in my head. It’s always just as I walk through the door, and it doesn’t happen more than once. It’s happened in all kinds of lighting conditions, and it doesn’t feel like it’s just my eyes adjusting. I’ve wondered if it’s because I walk into some kind of energy, because that’s what it feels like, but it could also be something biological. But the feeling just as I enter the room is like "woah, okay" and then it goes away.

Does anyone have any input on what this might be?

So last night I was trying to go to sleep and 3 separate times I felt myself get paralyzed, each time it got progressively worse...

I forced myself up the first 2 times and the third i felt myself being forced to the bed, I even felt someones hand on mine pushing me down...

Has anyone else had something similar happen to them?

I do get sleep paraylsis from time to time but last night was intense so thought id see if i was the only one who experienced this!!

(not freaking out just curious on others experiences)

As the title states, I don’t know if I’m experiencing sleep paralysis or some kind of fucked up dream or what, but this has been happening for the past few weeks that I’ve been staying at my parents’ house and it’s really starting to get to me.

I never remember dreams; whenever I do, it’s usually the beginning of a seizure. That’s why this is so scary for me, I remember this one and its happened multiple times now.

It starts off by me lying in bed asleep (or at least I WAS asleep). I can’t move, but I can look around and hear. The first thing I hear are footsteps coming from the hallway and to my room, except they aren’t NORMAL footsteps. It sounds like animal hooves walking against the hard wood floors. Then comes the smell. The smell is HORRID, I can’t even describe it. It smells like a rotten animal on the side of the road or something, just an extremely AWFUL smell that I’ve never experienced.

The scary part is when it “enters” my room and stands directly behind me. My back will be to my bedroom door and it will “walk in” and just kind of stand behind me. Like I said, I thought this was sleep paralysis, but one difference was I could feel its breath against the back of my neck. I feel like it’s watching me and just… standing there, looking down at me.

My family and boyfriend are calling me crazy. I’m freaking tf out because this has NEVER HAPPENED. I’ve NEVER had sleep paralysis before, nor do I have extremely vivid “dreams”like this one. I put dreams in quotations because this does NOT feel like a dream. I feel awake, I feel aware, I just can’t move. No matter how hard I try, I genuinely CANNOT move a finger, arm, nothing.

So, next thought in my mind: this shit is real and I need to get the hell out of this house. Has anybody experienced sleep paralysis before? And if so, is it usually like this?? I feel like I’m overthinking it, but at the same time it just felt so real I don’t even know anymore.

THE GHOST OF DRILL INSTRUCTOR MIKE (Part One)

I joined the Marines when I turned 18 and was sent to Marine Corps Recruit Depot (MCRD) San Diego. This was in 1978. While there I contracted walking pneumonia, and became very weak. I could not pass the physical conditioning test at the end of Phase One of bootcamp, so I was put into the Physical Conditional Platoon (PCP). Most other recruits referred to PCP as “Pigs, Cunts, and Pussies”.  We were just young men out of shape. Some of us were too far. Others were too weak. So, they put us in PCP to make us thin or grow muscles so that we could go back and handle regular bootcamp training.  I was in PCP for 45 days.  All we did every day was run, wind-sprint, work-out, run again, clean our squad bay (barracks), work out again, march a little, go to sleep, and start in all again the next day.  It did get me into shape.

In any case, PCP was located in the old Drill Instructor’s School barracks. These barracks were old, built during World War II.  The Drill Instructors changed locations, so the old Drill Instructor’s School became the new home of PCP. The barracks had four squad bays (large rooms filled with bunks).  Squad Bay 1 was for PCP. Squad Bay 2 was reserved for the “weekend warriors” (Reserve units). Squad Bay 3 was used for “Custody Platoon” which consisted of recruits who did something wrong but not bad enough to go to the Brig (jail). Squad Bay 4  was used as a classroom where they used to hold classes for Candidate Drill Instructors.  But when I was there that room was not used anymore.  Between the squad bays were long hallways, and on either side of the hallways were the “Pissers and Shitters” (i.e. latreen), offices for the Drill Instructors in charge of PCP and the Custody Platoon, and storage rooms.

One Sunday I was assigned to do Fire Watch for the Custody Platoon squad bay. Two recruits were required to be awake and be on foot patrol on the squad bay.  It was called “Fire Watch” but really we were there to make sure one recruit did not try to kill another in his sleep, or run away, or try to have sex with another recruit, or take an unauthorized smoke.  No recruits in Custody Platoon could do this, since they were technically in detention, so recruits from PCP had to do our own Fire Watch as well as Fire Watch for the Custody Platoon.  I didn’t mind it. It was peaceful.  Only time of the day I was not running around or being yelled at or forced to run a half-mile wind-sprint or forced to do “bends and thrusts” (similar to push-ups but harder).   For two hours I just walked around the squad bay, listening to the recruits snore or talk in their sleep. I would walk softly, never trying to wake anyone.  I new how precious sleep was for recruits in bootcamp.

One evening, down in Custody Platoon, I was working Fire Watch. I would walk softly from one end of the squad bay to the others. It was winter. San Diego never got real cold but it would get nippy in the Winter when it rained, and it was raining. So, to warm up I went over by the window with the heater, and stood next to it. Felt good. As I was standing there I was looking down at the floor thinking. Then I saw someone walk up to me: right in front of me.  I could see their legs and boots. I knew that sometimes Drill Instructors would check on recruits doing Fire Watch, to try to catch them sleeping.  I wasn’t sleeping but my head was down.  When I saw the legs and boots walk up in front of me I immediately snapped to attention and said “Sir….”. I was going to say “Sir, all is well on Fire Watch”. But when I snapped my head up, I noticed that nobody was there. Not a soul. I looked around. The only person standing was me. Everybody else was asleep in their bunks snoring away. 

I went outside into the hall where the other recruit from PCP was keeping guard on the front door and hallway.  I told him what happened. I expected him to be shocked but he said:

“Oh. I know. When I was in the squad bay earlier I saw a ghost carrying a broom and he floated from one end of the squad bay to the holding holding the broom.”

I got answer and accused him of mocking my story, but he insisted he was telling me the truth.

Later that week, it was a Sunday and the Reserves were there to spend a day playing soldier. The reserves left their gear and went to lunch, and I was assigned to watch their gear to make sure nobody stole anything: since they had all gone to lunch.  It was during the day, and I would say that the Sun was shining, no clouds, and it was about 70 degrees Fahrenheit ( I would guess about 20 degree Celsius) : which was comfortable.  However, all of a sudden, a cold draft “hit” me like a ton of bricks. It was beyond cold. I could see my breath. Not just cold, but freezing cold. So, I stepped away from it, and I was comfortable again. But, suddenly, the cold spot “hit” me again, and again I could see my breath.  Again, I was literally freezing to death, inside a building that had to be at least 70 degrees.  I moved away again, and felt fine. Then, a minute later “boom” and I was freezing again.  This continued. Whatever it was it was following me around the squad bay. I would move then it was move to catch me again.

Continued in Part Two

Im not sure if this is the right subreddit but..

I’m a 23 y/o f, I’ve always believed in the paranormal. My parents (especially my dad) raised me to be extremely in tune with the spiritual world and to be mindful of the other side.

I bought a pair of Twotwoo long distance bracelets, the ones you press when you want the other one across the country (or city, however far apart you are) to buzz to let the other person know that you're thinking about them. My father recently passed away (about a year ago), as well as our brother and mother (much more recently, about a month). My sister had a Build-a-Bear made in our dad's image with his heartbeat that the nurse recorded for us shortly before he was taken off of life support. I put one of the bracelets on the wrist of the bear that has his heartbeat.

Anyways, because of life happening, I had to leave our, we dubbed him "dad bear", with a friends grandmother. He's kept in a sealed china cabinet and hasn't been touched in about 7 months. My bracelet has been dead for the better part of a year. I've pressed it a thousand times, nothing. Never charged it, lost the chargers around when it died. Never taken it off either. Not once. So no one else could have possibly charged it. Now, I know it sounds superstitious... but this morning I woke up to my bracelet buzzing excessively. No prompt of a touch whatsoever. It woke me up from a dream about my parents still being alive (which l've been dreaming about a lot lately) and it didn't stop there. The bracelet has been responsive all day. I touch it and it buzzes. I bump something and it buzzes. It's not even connected to an app anymore. I don't understand how the hell its working after being a dead hunk of metal on my wrist as a grim reminder for so long. Is there any reasonable explanation or is it just....

(Just info because I’m not sure if this is relevant; after my dad and brother passed 3 days apart I spoke to both of them using my tarot cards and without a single f****** doubt, it was them. It answered in ways only they would. My husband witnessed this too. So I’ve spoken to them both after they passed. I have not yet spoken to my mother as her passing was so recent and I still haven’t really accepted it)

Does anyone have any answers?

To start I don't really believe in the paranormal. I don't know I am just more of a see it to believe it kind of thing.

So, now onto why I am posting. I got my house a few years ago at a pretty good price and the previous owner seemed to want to sell it quick as hell. With the housing market door quickly closing, my family jumped at the chance and we closed in a month. Fast forward to what has been going on. My wife and I keep hearing each other call out from various spots in the house. Like I'll definitely hear a "Hey babe! can you bring me XYZ." From the upstairs bathroom or something and when I go up, there is no one there and she will come back inside from the yard or something. I also hear our daughter, mostly from her room. It's always just "Daddy can you come here please." and stuff like that. My wife says she hears me calling also. So much so that she now texts me and asks where I am in the house. It'll even happen when I am not home. Which brings me to why I am posting, it happened today again. My wife texted me asking what I was still doing upstairs and she thought I had gone to the store. I texted her that I was in the car and about 10 minutes away. She got real quiet and just said that it happened again. She heard me call from the bedroom upstairs to bring something to drink." Which I thought was weird. What the hell is going on in my house? Also, why do the voices always ask for random stuff? Like toilet paper, Juice, candy or to just come and play? Please help!

https://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/man-shaken-after-seeing-ghostly-30492123

I’m really sceptical about anything paranormal but this video has shook me. I live around 2 miles from this site and I’ve never seen a Nun anywhere near the area, let alone walking at night

Genuinely curious!

So this all happened a long time ago in ripon, wi. A got a couple of story’s mainly from my mom since I was so young that I don’t remember any of this.

Story 1 My mom would always lock her door at night and one night (she was either home alone or my tio was asleep) there was knocking on her door. She opened it and there was no one.

Story 2 During winter one day my mom woke up and looked out the sliding door to the backyard and saw footprints in the snow. So she followed them and they stopped at her window but, strangely, their was no footprints walking away

Story 3 My tio committed suicide in the house and we wasn’t very depressed so my family all thinks that an evil spirit did it. My mom says she had this feeling that she should stay home that day but didn’t. I few days or something like that after his funeral I was playing with toys when randomly I got up and hugged my grandma and said “I’m okay mom I love you” then went back to playing toys like nothing happened. They all say that my tio at possessed me and used me to tell my grandma he was okay. I don’t remember any of it.

There was a bad energy in that house. I’ll pry tomorrow for more stories from my mom.

I’m nearly 40yo and have had many experiences with the paranormal. They used to make me feel paralysing fear.

I was chatting to my husband and said that I wonder why it all stopped about 15 years ago? It clicked the next day. I’d gotten a few rescue cats around 15yrs ago. They’re still with us, happy and healthy old cats.

Do cats protect people from ghosts is my question?

So I saw a shadow figure (some context) my house was built in the 90s second owner no deaths in the house now the area i live in is old and has history. We have had alll sorts of paranormal thing happen in this house ranging from residual things integent spirits and poltergeist little thing like knocks thing fling across the room voices and shadow figures . Now the poltergeist activity only happened one time and it was at a period of time when my mother's friend and her two children moved in and there was a lot of chaos in the house and negative energy in the spirit would attack people. After they moved out it went away. As far as the shadow figures I have seen them off and on through the 20 years I have been in this house and I see them ranging from peeking around corners to disappearing as you're looking. Sometimes we would see them as they would flash in and out standing in the middle of the room which is weird. I've had friends leave in the middle of the night because something would sit down on the couch that they would be sleeping on and it would be a black mass but as my dad says it doesn't eat much so it doesn't hurt anything but getting to the topic on this. The other day I was laying in my bed and my dog had opened up my door and I was seeing into the hallway. We had light reflecting in from a neighborhood lamp outside my house and I could see the figure and it was like a full figure in the hallway and it was slowly moving down the hallway and this is at like 11:30 p.m. so I called out to my dad who's in the room across from me. Hey there's a shadow figure in the hallway so my dad thinking maybe somebody was in the house. Got up. Searched the house nothing and I haven't seen it since but I've heard and seen some weird things since that's happened. Seems to get worse around the holidays

SORRY FOR THE LONG READ AHEAD

Some background info, I am the oldest of four siblings, my family is very sensitive to paranormal events and experiences and because of that my mom had always trusted me and my siblings when it came to ghosts and such, i also am very in tune with the supernatural and have a very hard time falling asleep because of this event.

At the time my mom was in an abusive relationship (we are fine now thankfully), so it was safe to say that there was a lot of negative emotions and energy in that house that i think culminated in the house becoming haunted.

Now my experience, when i was around 6 or 7 years old, me and my brother (who is 4 years younger than me), shared a room together and he had this little rc dirt-bike that he loved to play with even though it didn't work any more as we were poor and didn't want to waste money on buying batteries for a toy, now or closer for was broken off its hinges by the abuser in my mom's relationship at the time and we didn't fix it because again we were poor.

But when me and my brother had been sent to our rooms to go to bed i couldn't fall asleep because i was really creeped out for no reason, but my brother had fallen asleep quiet quickly. And after an hour or two (so around 12am) i see a figure that was completely black, like darker than the dark in my room just standing in the corner facing me then it crawled up the wall and across the ceiling to over my bed meanwhile facing me the entire time. (This could just be sleep paralysis but i havn't experienced it since and i could move because i remember trying to hide under my blanket but it never went away), when all of the sudden my brother wakes up and the figure disappeared, but then my brothers little dirt-bike toy rolled out of the closet blaring the alarm sound with its lights flashing.

This then caused me and my brother to scream bloody murder which woke up my sisters who came running into our room because they where right across from me and my brothers room, and when they saw the bike flashing and playing an alarm they also started screaming, them my mom ran into the room and saw the bike walked over and grabbed it and the sound stopped, she let us stay in her room that night as we were all scared (obviously).

She later told me that when she picked the bike up she realized that the bike was set to off and even if it wasn't the bike was missing its batteries as previously stated, and EVEN STILL if it had batteries the nodes in the battery pack were missing because of how bad up the toy was, so there was no possible way for that toy to have plausibly rolled out of the closet like that.

I would like to say that even though i believe in the paranormal I'm still very skeptical and logical, and even now i have no possible idea on how that bike was on and drove out of the closet by itself without batteries, and the event is etched into my brain because of the "shadow man" that i saw right before this.

After this event my siblings and me have seen things fly off shelves, and have seen shadow people around the house, we have since moved out and are in a much better place in life but whenever i walk or drive past the house i get this terrible gut feeling like I'm a little kid and the shadow person is still looming over my bed staring at me waiting for my return.

Also also, i would like to state this is NOT a sorry that i have made up, this is a legit experience that me and my siblings had, that has remained in my memory because of how terrified i was.

Thank you for reading this and have a wonderful night.

This happened when I was 12 and it was only me and my mom in the house, as far as I knew. I had said goodnight to my mom, went to my room, turned out the lights and went to bed. I was lying on my side about to fall asleep when I felt a cold hand touch my lower back and I completely froze. Then I felt my mattress compress behind me like someone was getting into my bed. I've never been that scared in my life.

I couldn't move, not even my eyes. I was just staring at my bedroom door praying my mom would come check on me. I tried to scream but I could only manage a kind of groan, and I couldn't tell if it was loud enough for my mom to hear. Then the thing behind me started slowly stroking my back and whispering Shhh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

I have no idea how long this went on. It might have only been like 5 minutes but it felt much longer and I felt completely helpless. I tried to groan as loud as I could and finally I heard my mom's footsteps coming down the hall. She opened the door and poked her head in, and as soon as she looked at me she screamed.

Her scream jolted me up and I started screaming too and flailing my arms around trying to fight off the intruder. My mom turned on the lights, grabbed me and hugged me and started saying it's okay. I looked around and there was no one else in the room. I asked her where it went, and she didn't know what I was talking about. I said the thing in my bed and she said there was nothing in my bed. So I asked her, then why did she scream?

She said she came in because she heard me groaning, and when she saw my face my eyes were crossed and my mouth was hanging open and it scared the crap out of her. I told her what happened and she was very disturbed. We looked all around to make sure no one was hiding in my room, and finally she decided it must have been some kind of waking nightmare. But I'm sure there was something there. I've felt dark presences and seen shadowy figures many times since that night.

Before I share a re-occurring dream that’s leading me to believe it’s paranormal in nature, I wanna say that this isn’t a nosleep, made up fantasy.

6 years ago on Christmas Eve, I had a very vivid dream where I met up with an old friend. In this dream we just hung out and talked about random stuff. We knew that this was the only place we could meet, and said our goodbyes in the dream. When I woke up, I felt like I just had a dream about a close personal friend I need to reconnect with. I went through almost every person I knew and nope, it wasn’t them.

This friend was a woman, who I have felt I’ve known for years. She wasn’t my gf or wife or sister, just a deep friend. Since then, someone who didn’t exist has been on my mind, even though 100% of me knows she isn’t real.

3 years ago I had a follow up to the dream, Christmas Eve. Details are vague, but we both talked and said things like “is this real? Are you really a person or just a figment of my imagination? “ We both got worried that we were being weird because we felt the same. Near the end of dream she said , “ looks like we are waking up soon, look the world is ending “

Things went dark and I woke up with more questions. 100% logic mindset told me we it’s another dream, but damn it feels real.

This is where things goes the paranormal route. There were some details she shared in the dream about a few people we knew in common. People in my current life I know and talk to everyday. On a hunch I mentioned something she told me to one of the friends and he was surprised I knew that. A secret he said he only told his doctor and sister. Another thing she told me about was an investment I should look into, that where she is from it works out. A few months ago I heard the name of the investment and now as of 2 weeks ago, it would have made me a lot of money.

I feel it that I will see her again this year, but I’m not sure how to prove things are real or if this is just another dream.

Edit: Cleared up some grammar

Please let me know what you guys think, this happened a while ago and i really want to share it and hear people’s input.

So i frequently have pretty bad dreams, like almost all of my dreams are negative whether to a small or big degree- i don’t know what that says about me, but ive never had a dream be this bad or scary before. Basically what happened was-

I was in the backseat of an Suv, and i was looking out the windows, and i noticed a woman in a white dress and long black hair (cliché i know) floating across the sky. i watched her for a couple seconds and then her head snapped to me and looked at me, and then everything i was seeing turned red. like it kind of faded from light red to really deep red. like imagine seeing a photograph burn, except as it does everything becomes red to the point you can’t see. and then once everything turned back to its normal color, i was sitting at the top row of a theater. i was staring at the large screen, completely unable to look away. i was watching a movie, except it was more like one of those cursed films in movies you aren’t supposed to watch. like it reminds me of The Ring or something. i don’t know how to describe it but it was like really creepy demonic clips and it would flash to another clip, while there was like demonic whispering and talking in my ears. the clips continued speeding up and the sounds in my ears only got louder and louder and i could not look away. it all continued getting more intense until the screen clicked off and turned black and i could finally look away. i looked to the person sitting in the seat next to me, almost to look at them and be like “wtf did you see that too?” but when i looked to the person next to me they were still looking at the screen and then they snapped their head towards me really fast and i was face to face with a demon or i really don’t know they honestly looked like baphomet. and then as soon as they snapped their head towards me i woke up and sat up really fast. my bed was across from my tv and as i snapped up and opened my eyes all i could see was my own reflection in the tv screen (which reminds me of how people say not to sleep facing mirrors because it’s a portal) and my heart was racing so fucking fast. Like honestly i am not the type of person to get scared easily about stuff like that, if anything im intrigued by it but something about that dream had my heart racing for at least 5 minutes after and its stuck with me for months. please let me know what you think.

So we live in a house my grandparents bought in the late 90s. The house itself is probably a lot older. Both me, my mom and my grandma is convinced it's haunted. And we think we know who. It's my uncle, I'm pretty sure. He died in 2006. He had a 4 year old son at the time. And I was 5. So I dont remember him very well. But he was a really nice man. But struggling with substance abuse. I dont know if that matter in why he's here or not. Anyway...

We've always heard things. Walking upstairs when we're alone etc. The stair here is the most obvious. As I said, the house is getting old. So you can hear when someone is walking up and down the stairs. And you can't mistake walking for something else, like wind or draft.

So today I was in my room upstairs when my mom and step dad went to bed. The bathroom and their bedroom is on either side of my room. So I heard my step dad get into bed after brushing his teeth. Then I heard my mom brushing hers in the bathroom. Suddenly I heard someone walking down the stairs. I figured it was my step dad. My mom heard it too, and thought it was me. So she called out my name. When I didn't answer she called out my step dad's name, and he replied a yes from the bedroom. We all were confused. Then my mom texted me, asking if I just went downstairs. I said no. Then I heard her getting into bed. And seconds later we heard someone walking down the stairs again. And she texted me asking if I'm messing with her. I said no, that I swear I'm in bed. So my step dad, thinking there is a possibility that someone is here, he walked downstairs to check. Once I heard him walk back upstairs I looked out my door. The stairs are right outside. I see him disappearing into his room. And I saw the top of someone's head walking down the stairs and I heard the footsteps. I thought it was my mom. Since I didn't see a hairstyle or anything. It went by so fast. I just saw dark hair. I went to the bathroom and texted my mom. "Do you see anyone downstairs?" And she just replied that she's not downstairs. She's in bed. So I asked "Oh, so its (step dads name) who just went downstairs?". And she said "no, he have already been downstairs and checked. No one there." And that gave me chills. But since it's been a history of sounds, open cabinets, doors slamming shut etc. I wasn't really scared. So I walked downstairs. My flashlight on and a broom stick in hand, just in case of an intruder. But no one was here. I checked every possible place. No one at all. I must say I'm a bit freaked out too. It's kinda creepy.

But I guess what I'm asking is why? Ever since 2006 things have happened. Almost every week there is doors that slams shut, despite there not being a draft. Lights turning on. Cabinets being open. Footsteps down the stairs. Why can't he move on? Can we help? I don't think this is a case of a bad spirit. I dont know a lot about it all. But it's 3:40 am so dont scare me too much in the comments, if anyone answers😅

My mom’s house is about 130 years old, and I used to live there full-time. My family has always believed in ghosts, and we have experienced some manifestations, especially when we first moved in about ten years ago. Personally, I never had many experiences, but I did have two strange situations over five years ago. One wasn’t particularly relevant, but the other involved me having an intense panic attack the moment I entered the living room. It completely stopped when I went into the kitchen. At that age, I was quite scared of the entities in my house and was alone that night, so I don’t know what to make of it. Nothing too scary happened that would warrant getting rid of any spirits.

We did some research on the house, and my mom is convinced that there’s a young girl who is the source of most of the “activity.” She seems to be present throughout the house, while there’s also an older man who is nicer and mostly stays in the master bedroom. I moved out in 2019, and for the past three years or so, every time I visit my mom's place, I feel a bit unwell. I don’t have a runny nose or a sore throat; it’s more of an internal discomfort that I can’t quite explain. It feels almost feverish or tiring, but I’m not actually sick. My ex-boyfriend and older sister have also felt the same way when they visited.

I initially thought there might be mold in the walls, but my symptoms wouldn’t develop the second I come here. Plus, all my family members still living there are doing just fine. I typically sleep well in my daily life and rarely wake up at night, but when I’m at my mom’s, I sometimes do wake up during the night. For instance, yesterday. I feel the need to mention that I smoke on a daily basis and didn’t yesterday, which could be related to this thé waking up every hours, I did take some NyQuil though.

I talked to my mom about it today and asked if she knew of any mold in the house. She said there might be, but she doesn’t know where, and she feels fine. I also asked if she knew anyone else who feels this way when they visit, and she mentioned just my sister. She noted that all activity in the house stopped when I moved out, which honestly feels a bit insulting, but it scared me enough to write this post.

I don’t know what to do. I want to communicate with whatever might be there and make “peace,” but I just don’t unerstand what’s wrong or how to fix it.

I understand that there are two types of EMF meters; those designed for biological/natural sources and those designed for electrical/artificial measurement. Can anyone recommend one of the former? Also, digital recorders... can anyone recommend a brand/model? I would like to find one with an LED that lights up whenever it is picking up something/recording. Thank you.

I put in the title ghosts/spirits because I'm not sure what they are, or if they all are even the same things. For as long as I can remember, I have seen things that I know aren't humans. The "first time" or first I can vividly remember is after my great-grandfather died, I was around 4 or 5 and spending the night at my grandmother's house, the same house he had died in. It was night and I walked out of my grandmother room and I saw him, except he was entirely black, and I couldn't make out any features, but I could tell from the outline of his body it was him, but it felt evil. After I saw him, he started walking back into the room he died in, I don't remember what happened afterward. I saw things like that a few times after, even when I moved to an entirely different state. Every time they were entirely black, but I started seeing them more often a few years ago for some reason.

But what happened around 4 years ago was entirely different. I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw an entirely black man with a hat on I blinked, and he was gone, I got up and my tv was off which is weird, because I never turn it off, because I'm afraid of the dark. I started walking to my parent's room because I was scared, and I saw it again, but it was with an old lady dressed in all blue, and they started talking to each other the only thing I can really remember her saying is "I told you so." Then I "woke up" in my bed, I would've thought it was just a bad dream but my tv was off and when I asked my parents they said they hadn't come in my room. It's extra scary because last year, I was walking to school and an old lady that looked exactly like the lady from my "dream", dressed in all blue, was staring at me. Has things like this happened to anybody else?

So I’m a little confused right now. I live in south Jersey near the pines. Buck week for deer hunting starts tomorrow and me and my uncle go every year as a bonding thing and also just cause we enjoy hunting a lot. We were driving to our spot in which we have trail cams set up. We park the truck and he has me go out and check the cams while he stays back and does whatever he does lol. (So to picture it, our cams are set up around our tree stand. And I have to walk through a small foot trail to get to the tree stand and it opens up to like an open area of 4-5 trees). So I spot one of our trail cams that is closest to the tree stand and I have to get the sd card out of it and bring it back to my uncle so we can check them with the laptop. So I’m not really paying attention to my surroundings cause I’m too focused on getting the card out. Then I hear almost a distorted grunt or the beginning of a roar to my right, which leads to an open dirt road of sorts which isn’t used very often. I’m taken back cause I’ve never heard an animal like that in the woods. I’m looking around through the brush but cant really see anything. I’m hearing sticks crack and the same sound over and over again. So I get freaked out and climb up the tree stand to get a better look. I’m up there and I look to the open road area and I see what looks like a giant brown bear walking across the ground. Now we have black bear but very rarely will you see them and around this time of year you won’t cause of hibernation. So I’m just in awe of this beast of a machine walking around but still confused and scared as to why it’s here. Then something stands out to me. There’s these white patches on its fur almost like a fuzzy mold. Then it turns its head to the side and I see that it doesn’t have a face anymore on that side. It’s just skull and bone. No lips or anything bare teeth. So I’m thinking maybe it got attacked by another bear or hit by a car or something. Then it turns to the other side to walk into the other side of the woods and I see it doesn’t have a face on that side so just bare skull bone on its face region. Then after that it walked into the woods and I went back to my uncle and told him everything. Not sure where to post this but I figured here cause I wasn’t sure if it was alive or what not lol.

I've never been skeptical about the paranormal (ghosts/spirits, demons).

On the other hand, spirit boxes, in particular, seemed like a gimmick to me. The idea of random words and phrases being strung together to form coherent messages from the spirit world has been a bit hard to believe. But curiosity, as they say, got the better of me.

We had been experiencing a few very obvious paranormal activities. Logically, after some videos caught the paranormal activities, I dusted off an old spirit box that I went to bring from our house to where we're staying. I'd been gifted to me years ago. I'd only used once with little success. I was prepared to give it another chance even though it had lain dormant for years.

As the wind from a storm howled outside and the single flickering bedside lamp casted eerie shadows, I turned on the spirit box. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, I began my interrogation with the age-old questions: "Who are you? What do you want? Why are you here?"

I'd scoffed at the notion of such a device working. I was about to learn a hard lesson. As the night wore on, a chilling realization dawned upon me: I'd opened a door I couldn't close. I'd underestimated the power of the unknown and how such a device could possibly be so accurate. As the night deepened, I found myself regretting my foolish curiosity.

"Who are you?"

The response to my query chilled me to the bone sending shivers down my spine. A name, spoken in a voice I knew all too well. It was the exact name and the exact voice—both eerily familiar—emerging from the device and echoing through the room.

It was the name and voice of a military Sergeant that was sent on a mission with no return, during an operation at an undisclosed location.

The reply was both chilling and inexplicable, leaving me bewildered. The wave of shock that washed over me didn't stop there. It should have.

Disbelief aside, an inexplicable pull compelled me to continue the conversation, despite knowing the danger of engaging in conversations with the unknown. A strange fascination drew me deeper into that unknown. That mix of caution and curiosity consumed me. I couldn't resist the urge to delve further into the uncanny.

"What do you want?"

The response, in the same voice: "My soldiers."

Background: Those soldiers were all lost in that fateful mission. It was a tragic mission that claimed all their lives. A sobering reminder of their sacrifice despite us (leadership) knowing that it was a one-way ticket.

"Why are you here?"

I still struggle to believe this and fortunately, it was recorded and authenticated. Before the question was answered, a snippet of the exact song that had played before that mission, played from the device. A sinister omen feeling, filled the room as my dog began to bark at "nothing."

I mean, the odds of a spirit box randomly playing a specific song snippet, especially one associated with a particular event, must be incredibly low. I admit that our brains are wired to find patterns, even where they may not exist. This was definitely not the case.

The answer: "There were signs." Futher questioning revealed that the Sargent had missed the signs. A heavy burden was weighing on him. He had overlooked clues, a regret that lingered beyond death.

Background: The leaders of the mission had intended to obscure the clues, to keep them veiled from sight.

Futhermore, there was the Sargent's confession, revealing a secret known only to a few, was the loss of his fellow soldier, a young woman carrying his unborn child, a daughter they were to name Audrey. He spoke of his lost love and unborn child by name through the spirit box. In his voice!

This haunting tale of love and loss, revealed the Sargent's deep regret for not being by her side, unable to protect her and their unborn child, but his inability to be with them in the afterlife was his personal "Hell."

The uncanny precision and accuracy of the spirit box was so unsettling, I had to book an extra therapy session.

My son likes to jump out at me I don't wear my glasses so if it's not right in front of me it's blurry. It's turned into a joke, last night he jumped out from around the corner, I shouted at him because if I was going to the toilet and if I'd had an accident it would have been his fault. He left laughing, so was my daughter (they found it incredibly funny ) so as I went upstairs I grabbed his popcorn and tried to throw it at him at the top of the stairs, I SAW HIM GO TO THE BATHROOM. we've got a dog so I don't just willy nilly go throwing food around. He was actually waiting in the front room for me to come back into the living room to jump out on me It's only me my son daughter and dog here, we were all downstairs. My bedroom door had been opened my door is always shut because the dog likes to go on my bed, I hate the dog on my bed. . My sons computer turned off. It was genuinely crazy! My son looks like every horror movie young boy! He always has, which is why he likes to try and scare me!
It's just really really strange and no explanation.

Title: Spacetime Distortions as the Origin of Paranormal Perceptions

Introduction: For centuries, paranormal phenomena such as apparitions, unexplained noises, and strange sensations have intrigued and divided people. This theory offers a groundbreaking scientific explanation based on spacetime distortions and their impact on human perception. The goal is not only to demystify these experiences but also to provide a rational framework for exploring them.

Scientific Foundations: Einstein's general relativity demonstrated that spacetime is a malleable structure, capable of being curved or disrupted by massive objects or cosmic events, such as black hole collisions. Gravitational waves, first detected in 2015, are ripples in this structure. These waves may leave lasting traces in spacetime, potentially influencing local environments.

Key Hypotheses:

1. Local spacetime distortions caused by gravitational or electromagnetic anomalies could alter light and sound.
2. These disruptions could affect electrical signals in the human brain, generating unusual collective perceptions.
3. Distortions might act as a "memory" of spacetime, replaying fragments of past events.
4. "Temporal echoes": A spacetime distortion could project fragments of past events into the present, making a person or action from another time visible. This phenomenon might explain certain reports of apparitions.

Concrete Examples:

• Haunted house: Imagine a house located above a geological fault where witnesses report "visions" of a woman in old-fashioned attire. An analysis could reveal a localized gravitational anomaly projecting a fragment of a past event.
• Presence felt in a forest: A group in an isolated area might sense a "presence." This feeling could stem from electromagnetic disturbances amplifying brain activity.

Connection to Human Perception: The human brain is wired to make sense of unusual stimuli. When confronted with incoherent signals (electromagnetic, visual, or auditory), it may interpret these signals as familiar images or sounds. This could explain why multiple people share the same perception under similar circumstances.

Methodology to Test the Theory:

• Field studies: Analyze electromagnetic and gravitational fields in locations associated with paranormal phenomena. Use instruments like gravimeters and EMF detectors.
• Simulated experiments: Recreate disturbances in a laboratory setting to observe their effects on human perception.

Applications and Implications: This theory could revolutionize the understanding of paranormal phenomena by grounding them in scientific explanations. It could also open avenues for studying interactions between the cosmic environment and human perception.

Conclusion: This theory invites a rethinking of unexplained phenomena through an interdisciplinary lens, blending physics, neuroscience, and human exploration. Future research could validate or refine these ideas, offering new perspectives on fascinating experiences.

If anyone has had a similar experience or any explanations of what happened to me please share!!

I was just visiting my parents for thanksgiving and was sleeping on a pullout couch in their basement. There is nothing in front of the bed that could possibly be mistaken for a person. This is not the house that I grew up in. the previous owner did die in the house, of a stroke I believe.

Last night I woke up around 5am and looked to see what time it was. I have no clue why I woke up, but I noticed someone was at the foot of my bed. I immediately thought it was one of my brothers and was about to sit up and ask why he was watching me sleep. My eyes focused on him though and I realized this wasn't my brother. It was definitely a tall man and he was wearing a yellow turtleneck and had a VERY long neck and long arms. He did not have a face (at least from what I could tell). He had his hand on his hip almost like he was annoyed at me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep for about 40 minutes after this. As soon as I closed my eyes, the foot of the bed started shaking and I broke out in a cold sweat and felt extremely nauseous. I said a few hail Mary's under my breath because I was so freaked out. When I got up in the morning I realized that my dog had moved into the other room at some point that night before I woke up (this is very unusual for him).

I googled the man who had died in this house and I do have the same name as his mother. This is my first time having a paranormal encounter that I was sure of. My main questions are what could this "thing" have been? Why didn't it have a face? Could it have possibly had a face, and just didn't want me to see?

So I’ve always been very opened minded to the idea of the paranormal but I very much believe there is usually a logical explanation. As I stated in the title, we have been living in the same apartment for 3 years and until about 2ish months ago, everything had been normal.

So in about the last two months we have both been experiencing odd things. So I know for her, what she has told me has been the uneasy feeling of being watched when alone, seeing shadows. The really odd one’s to me are the noises. She said she heard kinda loudish bang like something heavy hit the floor in another room a couple times.

I’ve too had seen some odd shadows out of the corner of my sight and such but nothing I would say is definitely paranormal. My strange experiences have been like one night I was at home and going to bed early while my fiancé was out. I went into my room and closed the door and got into bed. As soon as I laid down, the bedroom door flung open pretty hard and fast. I sat up and just stared at the doorway to see if I saw anything but it seemed like nothing was there.

One evening a few weeks after the bedroom incident (I’ve had zero odd experiences in this time frame) after getting home from work I was loading the dishwasher. As I was bent over loading the bottom rack, I felt what was like a warmth on the back of my neck for a split second before it felt like a huge spider was crawling from the back of my neck to the top of my head, I freaked out for a second but there was nothing and everything was normal.

Then a couple days later, I was doing some baking. I loaded the cupcakes into the oven, set a timer on my Google hub and went to the living room couch to relax while I waited. I was just browsing through Reddit on my phone and I briefly saw what looked to be a black silhouette of the top half of a head peaking around the corner from the kitchen with the hands gripped around the corner like it was holding on. I dropped my phone down and got a solid second of eye contact with it and then my timer went off and it vanished into thin air.

My fiancé bought an old book that belonged to someone like decades ago she believes from a bookstore in LA when we went on vacation in the beginning of October and she thinks the book is cursed or haunted. The book was The Ghost of Mystery Airport by Van Powell. There is no dates on the book but there is an old sticker of a child in very outdated clothes (1930’s sort of) on a tree and it says My Book at the top and Buzz Pitkin at the bottom.

Outside of that, we have had no new things bought or changed. We had some neighbors moved a month ago and we recently found out that my fiancé is about 6 weeks pregnant.

I think it’s just stress and a lack of rest from both of us and maybe we are just fueling paranoia. My fiancé is pretty firm that it’s something paranormal. I figured I would try my chances at asking the kind folks of Reddit what their thoughts or opinions are on this as we both lack any real knowledge of the subject of the paranormal.

So last week I came home and I experienced something unusual to say the least...

I live in a flat with my mom and brother. When I open the main enterance door of the flat with a code, it sends up a ringing noise to let whoever is at home know that someone is coming home.

So I got up the stairs, I knocked on the door and I started waiting for someone to open it, but after half a minute standing there, I realized that I have to open it myself with my key. I knew I had to do this because my brother was at work, and my mom was in the bathtub, yes, I heard it from outside because the bathroom is right next to the enterance door, also the door itself isn't very soundproof.

I pulled out my key and I tried to open it. One embarrassing thing about me is that I just can't remember which way to turn my key to open the door, so sometimes I get it right, sometimes I "lock" it even more before I could open it. After my first turn, the door didn't open, so I thought "Ok, wrong direction" and I turned it to the other direction. This time, it was the right direction, however... the key got stuck and I couldn't turn it entirely, so I couldn't open the door. I tried to turn my key in the opposite direction then back to the correct one, nothing, I tried to push the door hard, nothing.

After an X amount of tries, I stepped back from the door for a second, then suddenly someone from the inside hit the door hard, causing a loud bang and the door to shake a bit. I thought the door would get opened by my mom who just came out of the bathroom, however... nothing happened, the door remained closed. I was very confused at that point, so I stepped forward again, and turned my key one more time, and this time, it opened the door without difficulty.

I came inside, put my stuff down and I noticed that my mom was indeed in the bathtub, and she was washing her hair so her head was in the water, and she didn't even notice me coming in. At that point, I was sure that someone or something didn't want me to come inside my own home.

Is there any possible reason for this shennanigan?

I grew up in an older house built for housing teachers in a small town. We were 3 doors down from the school and right next to an old brick cop shop that had originally been a public pool, then later was converted into liveable space. The old jail cells were still there in the basement when I was a kid and they may still be there today. I am not sure of all of the towns history, but we were also right next to a reservation right off the tracks. The town WAS supposed to be the capital of Alberta, originally, but I believe that changed when the town caught fire and many buildings (such as a theatre) were burned to the ground. So I am assuming this town has many ghosts, and according to my father, our house was no different. He used to see a small boy and his dog looking out our back door, which creeped me out because I slept in the basement and passed by the stairwell where the door was all the time. Well, one of my experiences was completely different than anything I would have thought, always expecting to see that little boy, I was wrong. One afternoon (I was 13F) I had returned home and went downstairs to my bedroom, I was standing between my dresser and bed, the door to my right. I was able to see out of it well and my mother had just come down to do laundry. So she went past my door and into the laundry room. Seconds later, there I was, coming out from behind a wall, wearing all black with a white face and black cap, (a Halloween costume I had worn once - to look like an old porcelain clown I have) I made eye contact with myself, an almost solid figure that smirked at me, an evil grin, then followed my mother into the laundry room. I lost all feeling in my body just then, my legs went limp and I fell back onto my bed. A few seconds later I was able to get up, feeling a little dizzy. I still wonder what that was all about!