So I’m doing a ghost tour in a few weeks of a site that’s reputed to be very haunted/active. Personally I’m on the fence about the existence of ghost and stuff, but I’m open to it, and honestly would love to have an experience that changes my mind and convinces me one way or the other. I know I can’t guarantee paranormal activity on a ghost tour, but I’ve been told crystals might encourage activity, and I figure it can’t hurt to take me with me.

What I can’t figure out is what kind of crystal is supposed to be best. I know which ones are supposed to protect from energy/discourage ghost activity, but I can’t figure out if any are supposed to attract it.

Disclaimer: I am on the fence about all this, so I’m not dead set on expecting these crystals to work or anything. I just think it can’t hurt to try. Any suggestions on which crystal to take?

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

—The Beginning—

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

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

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

—Closet Encounter—

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

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

—The Eyes in the Bathroom Vent—

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

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

—The First Apparition—

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

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

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

--The Second Apparition—

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

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

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

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

--The Babysitter—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—The Dogman— (Repost)

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

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

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

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

———-

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

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

Has anyone tried to make a spirit box? I'm looking to make one or buy one, but I don't know where to start.

Any recommendations for a first time investgator on equipment?

I’d love some explanations, or ideas about why my recently purchased 3 battery operated, remote controlled pillar candles sometimes light up by themselves.

Since I bought them a month ago there’s been 5 independent instances of them turning on.

I live with my husband, it’s not him. I’ve witnessed 2 turn on while he’s been sleeping next to me.

You can set a timer to switch them off (the maximum period is 8 hours). You cannot time them to come on - I’ve experimented with this. And on most occasions these candles have been unlit for around 20 hours of more. The batteries are new, they’ve been in about 4 weeks, and this initially happened a few days after installing the batteries.

When switched on, their default setting is ‘flicker’ mode. I always change this to a solid, unflickering light mode, it’s less distracting at night for reading. When they switch on by themselves, they are always unflickering. You can’t make this happen from the default/off starting point.

The weird thing, is I was watching a terrible ghost hunting video and when the host said ‘make something light up’ the one nearest my bed lit. I asked the spirit to ‘turn it off’ or ‘turn another candle on’ nothing happened. I’m going with coincidence.

You have to be precise with the remote to get the candles on. I’ve tried to aim it through my hand, paper, a book. It doesn’t work. And even so, nobody has been near the remote on the occasions they lit.

My only scientific explanations are…

1. There’s several smart meters in an outdoor storage area behind the right wall. Is the electromagnetic field doing something. That candle has done this 3 times now. The other 2, once each.
2. I have PTSD, and sometimes dissociate. I don’t think I have. Especially on the 2 nights I watched the candles come on. But stranger things have happened.
3. We have a very elderly neighbour upstairs. He’s old and sick. Is there some equipment? This is a stretch.
4. It’s a ghost.

Is there something obvious I’m overlooking?

(Just a gentle trigger warning there is mention of SA here.)

Im sure people have and am finally talking about what happened back when I around 11 or 12 years old (currently 30).

For some brief and relevant history of my life : my father was abusive to my mother both verbally and physically growing up. One night they allowed me to spend the night at my friends house who lived directly across the street.

I remember that night very clearly. I remember my friend, her brother and I played charades. I remember their father was doing renovations in the house (was super jealous because they had a bedroom dedicated for just a jacuzzi recently installed!) I remember my friend eating pasta out of mug offering me some to eat and I declined. I remember we all gathered in the living room to watch a movie, of what i don't recall.

This is when it happened.

All of a sudden I got the absolute Urgent need to run across the street back to my home (we lived up stairs in an apartment duplex). There was no voice telling me this but more of a deep need within me, it was just so matter-of-fact, like nothing else mattered.

Now as a kid it was a big deal to impress this girl who i wanted to become friends with so badly not to mention I was having so much fun with her and her brother! But i remeber standing to my feet from her couch and just staring at her saying "I gotta go."

I remember the absolute confusion and dissapointment on her face and I'm sure she asked why or something idk. But i just remeber saying over and over "I gotta go, I'm sorry" something of those lines.

I remember running out of here house, sprinting across the street to my home it being well into the night. I bursted through thr front door to house and ran up the stairs that led to our apartment, bursting through that door as well. (Now that I think about it, it was extremely unusual for BOTH doors to be locked as my father was extremely paranoid and always locked the doors).

As i entered into our apartment i heard my mom crying and ran to my parents bedroom to find my dad was assaulting her and yes the image in burned in my brain and is painful to talk about, but it is important. I am not sure exactly what was happening but I had never seen my mom so afraid. My father then left the room when he saw me standing in thr door way, ultimately leaving the house completely.

I have tried to talk to my mom about this once when I got older. I wanted to tell her what happened to me during this time but I could sense it was hard for her to talk about and never brought it up again. This night replays in my head once in a while (usually when I am alone with my thoughtw at night). I was raised Christian and had always attributed to this of being it was God telling me my mom was in danger... but I have been long stepped away from religion for some time now. I always struggled with this because why didn't this happen for other horrible things that happened in mine and loved ones life? This has never happened to me before or after. It's the closest thing that I have to something unexplainable and would like to hear from others if they share something similar or what they believe it is.

This girl never talked to me again BTW. All thru middle and high school haha. I'm sure I freaked her out and ik she thought I was definitely weird.

Wanted to throw this out there and see what people thought, if there's any evidence to this. So here goes:

A friend's brother is a hunter and was talking about how when killing any game, you want a quick, clean death, as the longer any being is stressed, hormones are released that you can taste in the meat.

My theory is that these hormones are also released into the atmosphere and some people + animals are more receptive to them.

There's that saying that sharks and dogs can smell fear, right? That's kind of the idea.
Also, animals get stressed when going to the vet, even when they've never been before - as though they can smell the stress hormones and it freaks them out.

I think some people, who we label as "mediums," are more sensitive to these hormones and can pick them up as well, the way some people can smell ants or, to them, cilantro tastes like soap.

Additionally, I think it could be a form of synesthesia - where they pick up actual visuals from certain hormones.

And these hormones can stay in the environment for ages - in wood and organic matter, perhaps on stone, maybe heightened by moisture, the way our sense of smell is heightened with humidity, marking the territory, as an unhappy place / a place to be avoided. And that would explain why musty basements or damp areas give us the creeps.

Just my theory. Happy Halloween!

Hi all,

First of all, some backstory. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder at 30 years old with no previous history, although I do see now that I have a few traits. In 2015 I was sectioned and after a manic high I experienced lots of terrifying feelings that I'd hurt my partner/had cancer/had died/was in an alternate reality, and nothing anyone could say was reassuring or put my mind at ease. I was started on meds and after a long battle to get back to a "functional" place where I can go to work and do a job, I thought all was well.

However, I have noticed that I seem to experience things in cycles. Similar things have happened to me again recently. Sometimes, time seems to slow right down, and I experienced a lack of sleep for a few months before this. I had an outpouring of emotion and from there, experienced similar thoughts and feelings to when I was sectioned, although much more nullified and less terrifying, but still unpleasant.

I have read around the occult previously and the nature of existence, and my mind has gone to some pretty wild places. During this recent episode I felt like members of my family had either dual or switched consciousnesses with dead relatives, I felt that I was playing out some kind of Satan/Lucifer archetype (please keep an open mind on this if you haven't looked into left hand path studies) and have experienced synchronicity which seemed to be leading me to either financial gain or spiritual enlightenment, although this seems to have been a false dawn. I also seemed to have some kind of telepathic communication with my wife, and while I know this can be common in couples, I felt like I was playing out a role in which she was my goddess and I was compelled to do as she asked as she knew best for me.

I know a lot of this sounds strange or whatever. The flip side of this coin is that my behaviour could be justified as bipolar - I recently spent the last of our money on something which I knew to be a scam, but was conscious throughout the process and simply wanted to explore the thing to find out what was "over there", if that makes sense. So I did this knowingly. Everything is fine now on that front but it understandably terrified my wife at the time.

I guess my question is..... Has anyone experienced anything like this themselves and can they offer any advice or signpost me to someone who does? I have looked into ideas around the personal unconscious, lucid dreams, the Jungian self and shadow, and have my own ideas regarding existence in terms of "as above, so below", but accept that these may be wrong.

Any input would be greatly appreciated to help me try to answer this question!

Last night when I was getting in bed I saw the shadow man again and he was right in front of my closed closet that had seemed to be opened slightly and I just could not sleep last night because I was hearing taps on my window and knocks on my door I only slept for one hour and I’m still getting chest pains

Hey y’all I think I have an attachment because I’ve been seeing a shadow man and some shadow people and I’ve seen the shadow man since kindergarten because sometimes at night I would go to the bathroom and just see this one shadowy guy and he would just be chilling in my older brothers doorway and I approached him once and you know I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night and now I’ve been seeing many shadow people roaming in my room and today I thought my cat was in my room and messing with a grocery bag that’s in my room but when I went to look I saw nothing and it was still moving. So if anyone has an idea on what I should do I’m all ears because my therapist tried getting rid of him when I was twelve I thought he was gone but nope he wasn’t

Considering that cryptozoology is ostensibly the most scientific of all of the studies of the weird, its frustrating whenever you encounter someone calling a Skinwalker a cryptid. If we see the term being used incorrectly, we should use that opportunity to educate.

This is what I’ll be using in the future. https://youtube.com/shorts/wJnXccu_qnc

Are there any other terms in the paranormal weirdscape that you see used incorrectly?

I had a lot of religious fear & anxiety as a child, due to my family going to a church with a pastor who taught a message focusing heavily on hell, original sin, etc.

As an adult this led me to wonder if such pastors are under a state of spirit obsession. This is the same theory that the paranormal researcher and writer Carl Wickland had.

I found this section from his book The Gateway of Understanding to be especially interesting:

"Myriads of spirits, intense devotees, who on earth were abnormally religious, and whose natures were absorbed in devotion to fanatical religious ideas, are the monomaniacs who often fill people on earth with extravagant fancies concerning God, Jesus, the Virgin, or the Saints in the Calendar, and cause their victims to manifest the strange forms of religious fanaticism. Nearly all revivalists are influenced by this class of spirits, and the superstition and ignorance of their congregations afford congenial soil for the work of their invisible assistants."

I theorize that an excessive focus on death, Satan, The Mark of the Beast, etc. are common among earthbound spirits that were radical Christians in life. They would naturally gravitate to modern church leaders who think similarly and would have an easier time attaching to those who try to 'open themselves up to the spirit' (essentially, certain non-denominational evangelicals who greatly desire paranormal experiences).

Such spirits could also cause or amplify certain forms of religious OCD. An obsessive fear of going to hell, a fear that one will accidentally 'sell one's soul to the Devil', an excessive focus on the Biblical End Times, etc.

Anyways just thought it was worth a share.

Hello, first time posting on Reddit, but I’ve always been drawn to energies and entities that others don’t seem to see, though I can’t put it into words. I’ve had many experiences since I was a child, up until I was 17 years old when I told myself and the universe that I didn’t ever want to experience such things again.

But... when I was 21 (I’m 24 now), I experienced something that I’ve never encountered before. It was a Friday, and I was having two ciders with my colleagues after work. Afterward, I wanted to go home, relax, and play some games. Around 19:00, I was waiting for the train when one of my colleagues called me, saying they were going out and that it would be really fun if I joined. I told them I just wanted to go home and chill and wished them a good time.

When the train arrived, I sat down in a 4-seater space, and there weren’t many people on board, so there was plenty of room. Just before the doors closed, a woman walked in and sat diagonally across from me. I didn’t see her face, but I noticed she had darker skin and wore a pink winter coat. I tried to look up to see her face, and that’s when I suddenly fell into a deep sleep. I’ve never fallen asleep that quickly or deeply on a train or bus before, and I wasn’t drunk or really tired.

There were about six stops before I reached home, and during the second stop, I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like something was keeping them shut. I saw a man looking at me, and then I tried again to look up at the woman—only to fall asleep again. The same thing happened once more, but when my train finally reached my station, I felt my body jolt awake, and it felt like my legs were walking on their own, really fast. That’s when I noticed the woman was also getting off the train.

It’s not a big station, and I live in Europe, so you can easily see everyone getting off. I walked out, trying to turn around to see where she was, but I couldn’t find her. All I felt was my brain telling me, “You need to go home fast.” It felt like my legs were almost running on their own. When I got home, I just started crying.

I’ve been thinking about this experience for a long time because I can’t explain what happened. Nothing like it has happened again. My previous experiences involved seeing shadows, hearing footsteps, and seeing faces, which I can somewhat understand, but this... I have no clue about it.

Has anyone had similar experiences or maybe the same thing happen to them?

Hi guys,

I've done a lot of research lately on the topic of spirit attachments and spirit releasement therapy. I think it's one of the most fascinating forms of paranormal science.

Carl Wickland was an early pioneer in this field. He came to believe that deceased human spirits sometimes attach to the living. Oftentimes this takes place during a moment of physical or emotional crisis for the host. Drinking to the point of blacking out can also act as an opening. Once the spirit is attached, it influences the host and causes altered thinking.

In his books, 30 Years Among the Dead and The Gateway of Understanding, he argued that this can range from greatly amplifying addictions to causing religious mania. In his day it was common for people to be hyper religious and he believed that such spirits could become confused and negative due to their expectations of the afterlife not being met. A person who constantly feels a fear of going to Hell might actually be feeling the emotions of an imbalanced spirit that had attached to them.

William J. Baldwin & Joe Fisher are more recent researchers who came to similar conclusions regarding spirit attachments. Baldwin's book is available here. He delved into the connection between spirit attachments and gender dysphoria. He reported several cases in which a person felt long term relief after undergoing spirit releasement therapy.

Joe Fisher's focus was on the nature of the spirits that mediums channel. His book Hungry Ghosts is available here. He came to the conclusion that manipulative spirits often masquerade as great teachers or luminaries in order to gain permission to possess a living body. He argued that they are similar to the pretas or 'hungry ghosts' of Hindu and Buddhist tradition.

Anyways just wanted to share & see what folks think! Would be super interested if anyone has case studies or other info on spirit releasement therapy.

A few days ago, I was sitting with my parents in their house. Suddenly, the topic turned to paranormal things because recently, something strange has been happening to my mother. My mother began reminding my father of the time when we were walking to my grandmother’s house one evening (my father, mother, sister, and me). I was the youngest then, only six years old. A woman dressed in white, holding a bowl in her hands, appeared in front of the four of us. We all froze in that moment. The woman, in her white dress, was floating in the air, and her legs weren’t visible beneath the dress. She quickly turned toward the wheat field beside us, and we could see the waves in the wheat as she moved through it. My father began to follow her while we, in my mother’s arms, waited to see what would happen. Beyond the wheat field was a river. My father reached the river, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t have crossed the river, so where did she disappear? My father returned, pale, looked at my mother, and simply told us to keep walking. While my mother was telling this story, I jumped out of my chair and said that I had always thought I had dreamed it, and that this dream had haunted me for years, because I still remember it as clearly as day. My mother said that it really did happen, and from that day, she no longer looked at the world the same way. My father was as pale as he was that day, terrified by the mere thought of the event.

I played this game multiple times before. And the first five times nothing happened. I got annoyed and stopped playing Charlie Charlie. About 2 months later, I came across something on Youtube about this game. I decided to give the game one more try. I didn't expect anything to happen. I played it and the pencil moved. I freaked out at first but then I was like, "okay. I'm playing righting above a vent. It could just be the air moving the pencil." I then decided to test something. I asked a question but this time the pencil didn't move at all. It was clear that it was just air moving the pencil. So, I ended the game and went about my day. Later that night, I fell asleep and something unexpected and scary happened. I had a nightmare, but it felt like I was awake. This creepy figure, which I'm not even going to describe it because it still haunts me to this day. Anyways, the figure crawls up to me and say's "Don't play this game ever again or you will die." I woke up screaming. I decided to test the game, but before I even started the game, I got this cold chill up my spine. My mind flashed back to the night before, the figures warning was stuck in my mind. "Don't play the game." I wanted to play the game. I had to. But something was keeping me from playing the game. I refuse to play any paranormal games now thanks to my experience with this one. Don't play this game. It's nothing but bad luck. I also really need an explanation on why this happened.

Me and my friends talked to a ghost on a pendulum, before switching to using a Ouija board, supposedly was the same spirit both times. Died in 2020 at age 13, was very sad. This ghost introduced himself to us twice as 17, and stated his birthday was soon too. Before this, I'd only ever "talked to" or heard of spirits who stay the age they were when they died. So does anyone know what this is about? It could also possibly be since me and my friends using the board were two of us being 18 and one of us being 15, nearly 16, that they wanted to fit in with us better age wise, I guess. He was a very friendly spirit and was joking around with us, so I could see that being likely, in a similar way to how I used to lie about my age on the internet to online friends. But I don't think he was entirely lying either?? Maybe he self identifies as aging or hasn't moved on? Or can ghosts ACTUALLY age? Would love to know y'alls thoughts and experiences. Thx

I had a strange dream a few nights ago.

My father, who died last year refused to leave my house and move on. Half of his part of the conversation, I realized, even in the moment in my dream, happened but is almost as if it was deleted. I replied in our conversation, we had a full conversation, and even though most of it, never happened, it was terrifyingly emotional, and real.

(Just so we get ahead of the question, no, it's not the same as having a dream and being unable to recall it a moment after waking/when trying to talk about it)

Has anyone experienced the deletion phenomenon specifically? Or does anyone know why that might happen, if it was a real conversation I had with my dead dad in my sleep? Does anyone know how I can figure out what he said? I was leaning heavy on tarot but the only person I trust with that, is unavailable.

Please help!?

So me, my brother and my cousin have had some communications and we cannot figure what this one thing means. About six months ago we were talking to something and it mentioned a purple tower and 3 months later me and my brother did another one and it mentions the “purple tower” again along with a lot of personal family stuff. We’ve been stressing for months about this and I was wondering if anyone could give us some answers.

It’s currently 1:17 am as I’m writing this. I couldn’t sleep, and I was just trying to find ways to go to sleep. But when I went back upstairs after using the bathroom, I noticed my brother’s door left closed. I know he hates it closed, so I opened it back for him. But right when I did that, something mimicked his voice. It sounded like him, but more like a recording. It’s still going. Idk what I should do. It keeps repeating the same thing: “take a look.” I’m scared bro. I’ve experienced shit before, but it all stopped when I had the priest come over here. No joke, I’m actually worried here. Can someone tell me what even is this?

(Haven’t posted it yet.)

1:43 am. It’s now mimicking my father. I left the door to my room open.

UPDATE

Good morning,afternoon,evening night everyone. I’m so grateful for all the help I’ve received. The voices kept going on for quite some time before they finally stopped. I’m happy I didn’t respond to it. I just spent most of my night praying

However, I think I’m gonna have to get a priest to come over again. Idk if it had anything to do with it, but this morning, I found my mother’s ouija board with the planchette still on it. (She bought that thing after my grandfather’s passing)

I wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with it, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. So I grabbed it and properly ended the communication and stored it separately from the planchette.

I’m a pretty religious person, and although I’m usually skeptical about ouija boards, something just told me that it would be best to close it off properly this time. I don’t know much about ouija boards, just that they open up communication with spirits, so I’m really not sure if this was even related to it but I hope this ended now.

Again, thank you for your advice and help!

I am from southamerica ,i usted to work in a mall as a security agente(nothing special). I remember everybody told me about spooky entity, and i was for sure My co workwers wanna Anyway, one time some colleagues from other areas called me during the night shift because of some noises. I went to the warehouse where those noises were coming from and decided that instead of being afraid I presented myself to the entity as someone who just does his job without any need to bother. My interaction with the entity was from hearing voices of children playing, noises on the stairs, movement of objects, but somehow it was never to harm me but like a child playing and It makes noise. It was very interesting and fun at the same time.

My last day of job ,i Say goodbye to the entity..minutes later i saw red eyes and a traslucent figure of a child with long hair in a white old dress He appeared before me, looked at me and vanished....it was incredible.

I hope You like My experience.👍

I’d like to know names of books about helping ghosts or spirits, or how to help them.

There was a strange phenomenon. I was watching a video in my bed late at night when I heard a noise outside, like a plane flying very close to the ground. I got scared, as I usually do, thinking it might be a plane crash. Once the noise passed, I relaxed, thinking it was nothing, and continued watching my video. Then I realized I was seeing the same part of the video again. I hadn’t touched anything, which surprised me. I wondered if I had accidentally done something, but I hadn’t touched the timeline of the video. I checked to see if it was a editing error, but the video had no duplicates. How is it possible that I saw the same part of the video twice? There must be a simple explanation that I’m missing, and I should probably relax instead of overthinking it.

Please remove if this isn’t allowed because I’m unsure if it will be. I’m really close with my cousin she’s like my sister really, but for the past couple of months my almost 3 year old cousin ( who is her daughter) will not sleep with the bedroom door open & has been saying there’s people watching her, her dad ( my cousins husband) asks them to leave and she settles for bed. But last night my cousin contacted me ( the babies mother) as she knows I’m into this sort of stuff, but honestly I think it’s even too much for me. She said the baby has said a woman was watching her and her dad asked them to leave she relaxed for about 2 minutes she then said oh no they’ve came back and hid under the quilt. Again her dad asked them to leave then she was pointing in the corner near the door. My cousins husband got his phone on record and they eventually saw what she was pointing at, and there was a red light on the right of the room. At that point they went downstairs to try to get her to sleep. They have a baby monitor downstairs that shows the upstairs camera my cousins husband saw a baby in the mirror and said the baby was waving and then throwing around their arms as though in a tantrum. He then recorded the baby standing in the mirror from the baby camera monitor and they’ve sent me the video and it’s clear as day but only in the mirror it looks a child about 2 or 3 years old. I’ve told them to just leave it and they want to get a priest out but are scared it will anger the spirit, they’re also really sad because it’s just a baby. They’ve had things happen for months like toys moving and so on. I’m usually quite knowledgeable on stuff but I think this is a little out of my depth, if any one has any ideas or advice I’d be grateful. They’ve consented to me mentioning their story but like I said if it isn’t allowed that’s totally fine feel free to remove my post thank you❤️

So, for a quick back story, my childhood house was build on top of an old monestry - it still had the moats and the old house etc,. Throughout my family's time in this house we experienced a huge number of paranormal or unexplainable events, a few years ago I had a truly terrifying experience which has left me changing my sleeping habits even 4 years later. When I was 13, I was sleeping in my room when I heard a deep growl in my ear, I proceeded to turn around in my bed to see a creature on all fours growling in my ear. I tried to hit it but before I could it slinked out the room like it was liquid at a fast pace, before this even we had had a number of dark experiences between the family in the same room, for example my older sister (18 at the time) had also seen a tall, monk-like figure standing in the corner of the room. My mother had also seen a monk at the bottom of our garden walking back and forth at around 11 at night, I later saw this during covid via my phone when I was showing a family member our back garden, through the camera I saw a pair of black legs walking back and forth at the bottom of our garden. Shortly before we moved house the activity ramped up even more - banging and clanking continued upstairs and downstairs at a louder and higher rate, sighting of black mists/ heads around the corners continued. After stepping back into the house after clearing everything out, we realised what a heavy atmosphere it truly was, however theses events continued at the new house as it turns out the spring water from the old house ran to the new house which was 5 miles up the road! However we have since moved from here, a noticeable experience from the old house we moved to was a recurring little girls voice, however it was quite an uncomfortable presence, we have since moved 30 miles away into a new build and have had no problems (well...) however I'm still curious what this could have been. We did hear beezlebub one time at both houses but I'd like to think it wouldn't gibe it's name if it was truly this?

My grandfather was 89 when he died. He was in bed and really sick with cancer but his mind wasn't affected at all. He was able to make jokes, calculations, discuss everything and didn't want to leave any unfinished business. So a few weeks before he died, he called my mother to ask her who are these kids in the room with him. He said that they were three and they were singing songs with beautiful voices. My mom freaked out but didn't really say anything. He would also see some of his old friends who had already passed away. Any ideas of who these kids might be?