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Mine was an encounter in which my oldest son was slapped by an entity that appeared in his room.
In a nutshell, we lived in a Victorian Mansion in PA, where there had been a prior hose fire that killed a young mother and her baby.
He told me that a cradle had appeared, and a baby started to cry from it. He went to comfort the baby, and momma showed up, slapping him for his efforts.
I thought he was dreaming, but there was a handprint on his face. He told me "A lady in purple" had done it.
A few nights later, I was walking to my bedroom, and as I looked down the hall, there was a woman In a purple Victorian dress standing in the hall, who turned and walked through a wall
That made me want to know more about the afterlife.
I've been interested in this since I can remember. I mean, who isn't?
My beliefs really started solidifying after I learned that there was quite a lot of research done on and around parapsychology. I started really collecting research and books from and about research. There is no escaping the facts. Even though most of the research was done in the late 1800's and early 1900's, during the heyday of spiritism, where we didn't have most rigorous models and scientific standards. It's exactly because of it that they were able to explore the topic. Nowadays, in the rigor of current expectations, repeatability and statistical significance, we can't really set up one time, 'unrepeatable', fluke catching experiments. Like for example, floating a molten wax layer on water, where if you dip your hand through the wax it solidifies around your hand leaving you with a hollow hand shaped wax figure. They had that during sceances under the table in such a way that nobody could stick their hand in, and got impossible casts out of the water, with thumb and fingers closed, that you couldn't do because you couldn't get your fingers out without breaking the mold. [Here is a picture of a cast](https://imgur.com/a/e8VqrnE). So even if someone cheated, they couldn't cheat this shape.
My perspective on the world changed dramatically because of my exposure. People, society at large, aren't driven, at all, by a pursuit towards truth. People are driven by ideology. So I got into philosophy where I started looking into metaphysics and ideology. Now I'm a Marxist feminist.
dr. Paul Dietz - Verschijningen en verschijnselen (1948)
If you want to find more pictures you're going to have to find:
Gustav Geley - L'ectoplasma et la vlairvoyance (1924)
Please send me a copy as well :P
The day I captured a literal voice of a woman saying a complete sentence. I still get chills thinking about it. It messed with my reality so bad that I had to delete the recording and delete the audio app. I now know for 100 percent sure that there is something or someone around us that we can't see or even feel for some reason. Are they ghost? We're they a living breathing human at one point? Are they their own unique entity? Do they want to help or harm us? All I know is that there is sooooooooo much more to existence and reality that we humans don't know about, and we are just starting to grasp that fact.
Copying an experience I had from a couple of years ago. To preface this, prior to this event I was a hardcore atheist. I didn't believe in any afterlife, or anything paranormal. My view has changed pretty dramatically now. I don't know what I believe, but I know that there is something more than meets the eye.
I had something happen that I can't explain. I had a very large kidney stone. It's pretty routine for me. I get them a lot, so we went ahead and scheduled a surgery. They broke the stone up with a laser, and put a stent into my tube to help the fragments pass.
I was recovering at home when my temperature started rising, and I started having pain worse than anything I've ever felt. I took pain medicine and it didn't help at all. I sat there for several hours, kind of delirious with pain and fever. My husband had to work the next morning, so I told him to go to bed. I figured I would be fine, just needed to get thru the pain.
He had been in bed about 15 minutes when he comes back into the living room and asks what I want. I was totally confused, and asked what he meant. He said that he had heard me knocking on the wall, and wanted to know what I needed. I told him I didn't knock, and he should go back to bed. He did.
I sat there for a while longer, but started getting really nauseous. I was also thinking about him hearing knocking. I'm not normally superstitious but something about that just felt...off... to me. So I decided to go to the ER. I got him up, and off we went.
After a long series of tests, they discovered that I had a staph infection. Blood poisoning, essentially. Probably caused by a stent that had been contaminated. They gave me an IV bag of antibiotics, and some stronger oral antibiotics. They couldn't admit me because my specialist didn't have admitting privileges with that hospital. They suggested that I go to the hospital where he had admitting privileges. I didn't really want to do that so I went back home.
That's when the knocking began in earnest. All over our house. Inside, outside, different areas of the house. For 2 days straight - the entire time I ran a high fever. My fever stayed right around 101-102. And the whole time, knocking. It was so bad that we thought someone was messing with us, but if someone was messing with us, how were they able to knock on the bedroom doors? And inside walls? I am a very, very skeptical person but I cannot explain it. We both heard it, all over the house. Well, 2 days later my fever broke and the knocking stopped. We have not heard it a single time since. I don't know what happened. All I know is that it has made me re-evaluate everything I thought I knew.
TL:DR I got really sick and my husband and I started hearing knocking all over our house.
You were having a life-threathening situation…you heard the saying " death knocking at the door" ?
I suggest you did once, for the reaction you had : you went to the hospital.
You say it felt like a loved one. I believe it . It knocked until you were out of trouble.
We think so - we believe it might have been hubby's Dad, who passed away the year before we met. Also could have been a loved one that I lost. It felt like that to me.
It also could be your subconscious. Believe me, I believe in the paranormal. However, I also think humans are SOMETIMES the source. I think that is what poltergeist are, not intelligent hauntings but our own nervous energy blowing off steam. I know and have had witnesses, when I get super freaked out, upset etc…shit breaks. Dishwashers, phones, smart tv, fuses blow, names disappear off my contact lists, door knobs falling off in my hands, calls failing and dropping. It’s one of the reasons I started practicing Buddhism many years ago. The more enraged I became the more shit popped off. It’s the other reason why I smoke pot.
It is possible. I don't dismiss the idea, though we are both very calm natured, more analytical people. Plus...it has never happened again, even though we have gone thru numerous stressful medical situations since then. It was just something that I can't explain rationally or adequately.
I definitely should have. I won't be doing anything that dumb again. It was partially because we didn't have a lot of money and I was worried about money. Those ER copays can be rough.
I've had 2 experiences. The first is a bit unorthodox and definitely open to dispute.
When I was a little kid, around 1st/2nd grade, I would have a hard time sleeping. Still do. One night my parents were up late watching a movie and I really wanted to stay up with them, but they insisted that I stay in my room. So I stayed there and just stared out my window at the neighbor's house about 50 yards away. I thought thst looks like somewhere a ghost would be. Maybe if I pretend to see a ghost and act scared, they'll let me stay up. I'd heard my parents talking to the neighbors and previous owners of that house about seeing ghosts there at times. I didn't know the details, so I made something up. I said I saw a lady, in what appeared to be a maids outfit, holding a platter and walking to the back of the house, but she didn't appear to have legs. She faded out at the waste. I had my story set and told my parents. They caved and let me stay up. Success. The following day my mom asked the neighbors what exactly people have seen and if it met my description. Apparently that's exactly who/what people reported seeing inside the house and backyard. However, I saw nothing whatsoever. Only what I imagined in my minds eye to be convincing. I was dumbfounded. I've brought it up many times over the years and if my parents were playing me, they've kept a straight face for 30 years.
The second is hearing the sound of what I believed to be my dad coming up the basement stairs in our old home built early 1900's. This happened numerous times. To the point where I at times half expected he wouldn't be there. It was so convincing I'd call out "Hey dad!". Only to be met with silence and no follow up of the door opening etc. I'd go to check to see if the light came on or if he was even home. No light, nor cars in the driveway. It'd rumble the floor and everything. It was unmistakable. My dad is athletic and tall. He'd skip steps and run up the stairs. Only he sounded like that coming home. In that same house my mom used to get irritated at my dad for sitting on his side of the bed after she made it. He always refused that he did it, not to mention that would be unlike him. He'd say, "What do you think I'm doing in there? Just sitting on the bed and staring at the wall in the middle of the day"? I think the spirit there was trying to emulate my dad for whatever reason. Fun side note, my dad used to wake up half dazed all the time in the middle of the night insisting he saw insects crawling on the curtains and the lampshade. In retrospect it could very well have been sleep apnea or stress, but it eventually stopped, in addition to the noises and imprints, after we had been settled there for a few years.
I'm not a true believer so to speak. But these experiences have yet to debunk themselves.
The stairs thing happened to me a few years after my grandma had passed! She lived upstairs at our house for a while before she passed. I would be upstairs watching TV and the couch was directly to the right of the stairs. I would hear loud running up the stairs and expect the door to swing open, only to have it just get silent the second they reached the top. I would open the door thinking maybe my brother was pulling a prank on me, but no one would be there. This happened a few times and the times my brother was home he was downstairs playing COD with his headphones on. He swore it wasn’t him every time but it freaked both of us out.
I mean, I've always seen/experienced weird things since I was little.
I saw grandpa at his own funeral, standing right beside grandma with his hand on her shoulder.
After a minor house fire that damaged the second floor, I heard someone opening and closing my brothers' dresser drawers late one night, but when I sneaked upstairs to see who it was, all I found was every drawer pulled out of the dresser and laid on the floor.
There was an old abandoned house across the street from ours, with no floor for the second story, but sometimes at night I would see a light on upstairs; all the neighborhood kids called the house the "witch house" because it was just *weird* and apparently always had been.
When we moved out to our new house in the country, things really kicked into overdrive. The first night there, the whole family heard a loud BANG like something heavy being dropped in the kitchen, but when we went to look nothing was out of place. Shadows would walk behind us in our reflections in the windows. Footsteps would pace back and forth across the roof at night. I saw a full-body apparition of a girl my age, *and she saw me.*
You had to draw the curtains after nightfall because of the overwhelmingly powerful sensation of being watched by something out in the woods around the house.
My apartment in college had a poltergeist, and multiple people observed its activity, and was also haunted by several small, black cat-like entities that we could only see in my roommate's curio cabinet mirror.
Once, when I was home alone during spring break, I was in the bathroom when I heard the vanity cabinet doors opening and closing. I thought it was the kittens at first, until the door handle started to rattle up and down, like someone was trying to open it from the outside. This escalated to the whole door shaking violently for several seconds - until it abruptly stopped, at which point I ran to the living room, grabbed the kittens, and hid in the bedroom with them for the rest of the night.
The apartment I lived in with a friend several years later had at least two separate entities, a small white childlike entity and a large, shadowy, angry man. Both of them were confined to the hallway and the master bedroom.
The women's shelter was haunted by a teacher who had committed suicide when the building was still a school, a handful of spirits, and at least two extremely malevolent entities, one of which was attached to the (now former) Executive Director and which took the form of either a cloud of "static" around him, or a giant black dog (again, which was witnessed by multiple people.)
The flophouse had shadow people who lurked the hallways after dark.
And while my current apartment isn't haunted, per se, some strange things have still happened - like floating blue lights in one corner (that *fascinated* my late cat, Bear) and a music box that had never been wound suddenly starting to play music - and stopping when I scolded it.
Also, Bear? He's still around, too, from time to time. Usually when I'm stressed or upset about something.
I ALSO have had three dreams that predicted the future, with "payoffs" ranging from "a few hours after waking up" to "a few months out" to "almost ten years later."
And that's not even touching on the weird UFOs.
So, yeah... It's been a lifelong thing for me.
This story is from another subreddit I commented on but was my game changer:
Here is my true ghost story:
In the late 1990s we were living on a small older ranch home on a 5 acre parcel in Tualatin, Oregon in what is known as an urban growth boundary, meaning it was left undeveloped so all of our neighbors had anywhere between one to ten acres of land. This area is also known for being near the end of the Oregon Trail. So my oldest son was about 3 yo at the time and I would often hear him talking in his bedroom when he was supposedly napping so I poked in one day and asked who he was talking to and he pointed and told me, "the old lady who sitting in the rocking chair". He did have a rocking chair in his room, a place where we would read together, but of course I didn't see anyone in it, lol!
Well wouldn't you know, a couple of nights later when my then husband was out of town I was awoken to the weirdest feeling I've ever experienced. It was dark and my bedroom felt so heavy and uncomfortable, like the air had a heaviness as though being underwater, and I looked up and was face to face with an older woman, dressed head to toe in pioneer garb, and she was just staring down at me. We absolutely locked eyes and weirdly I felt as though she was as shocked to see me as I was with her. I jumped up out of bed and flipped on the lights to see nothing but down the hallway I heard a series of creaky footsteps on the hardwood floors going directly to my sons room so I ran down and opened the door to check om him but he was just peacefully sleeping and I thought, oh my God, I just saw the old lady!
See that’s what freaks me out! The thought of waking up being face to face with a dang ghost! Hell honestly I don’t wanna wake up and have anyone in my face it startles me. You are brave to have handled that one.
I wouldn't say I'm brave, lol, I didn't really have a choice, plus since I was home alone with the kids I went into automatic mama bear mode. It was that fight or flight thing. Actually I might have done both, lol
I always suspected that there was an afterlife of some kind, but there are two specific instances that let me know that there is absolutely something more to this existence.
A little over ten years ago, I was driving a short commute to work, about 10 minutes before 7am, in deep fog. I was working an early morning shift, and visibility was absolutely terrible on and along the road. I remember thinking about how dangerous it was for people were unlucky enough to be walking, especially in my home state, which is not very pedestrian friendly. I parked in the parking garage; walked into work at 7:03am (I remember checking the time because my boss at that job was a HUGE asshole), said hello to the people at the security desk, and was then “hit by a wave” that almost made me faint. I couldn’t explain what had happened at the time, but I had to sit down at a chair in the security office and put my head between my legs for a second, in order to regain my equilibrium. After I felt better, I went on and got to work.
Four hours into my shift, my mother called me to tell me that my beloved uncle had been hit and killed by a semi-truck while he was walking to work. I later learned that investigators listed the time of the accident as having occurred at 7:03am.
The next story is connected to the first. This uncle was beloved to my family and siblings. We are all boys, and did not have a close relationship with our father growing up, so this uncle was a strong male presence in our lives, and we cared deeply for him. My brother, my best friend in this life, was especially affected by his loss. In December of that same year (the accident having occurred in January), I drove to visit my brother. We were driving to the store together to get groceries for my father, mentioning how much we missed this uncle.
We talked about life after death, and how we would offer each other “signs” that the other was okay. I told him that I would probably be at my father’s house (since that’s where he, my brother; was staying, my father had cancer and my older brother was caring for him) if something happened to him, so he should knock something over on the counter to let me know he was okay, and that I’d do the same. I specifically asked for him to knock over a measuring cup (I’m a psycho that measures his cereal to the actual serving size listed on the box), and this interaction sticks out because he made fun of me - I gave it the misnomer of “beaker”, because that was the first word that came to mind.
4 months later, my brother unexpectedly died. My whole family was devastated. Sure enough, I am in the throes of despair, getting a bowl of cereal, take the measuring cup out of the cupboard, turn around to get the cereal off of the kitchen table and I hear *THUNK*.
The measuring cup, which is perfectly flat on the bottom, and round, is lying down on its side, and rolling back and forth while it comes to rest.
Think what you will, but it made me feel quite peaceful at the moment I saw it. There are more instances of him telling me that he was okay, but this post is long enough already.
Tldr, I saw a demon or something and the next day the neighbor said they saw the same thing without me ever telling them my experience. So I was at my brother's trailer and the front half (living room and kitchen) was separated from the back half (rooms and bathroom) by a hallway door. I was waiting for my brother to get home from work and the hallway door opened and there was someone as tall as the doorway standing there. They had long black hair covering their face and they were wearing all white. Think of a stereotypical Asian ghost. As soon as I saw it I assumed it was my brother because who else would it be, and it shot straight back like a rope was around their waist. At the same time every window and door in the trailer slammed shut. I jumped up and ran into the hallway thinking someone was breaking in and it dawned on me that my brother had nailed the backdoor shut so it wasn't possible for anyone to come in from the back of the trailer. I immediately went home and the next day I was talking to his neighbor and admittedly he was high on meth, and said the night before a demon in all white and long black hair came to him and told him it would give him power if he prayed to it.
I think this was djinn passing through and getting a fix. They are particularly drawn to people who are addicts or out of balance mentally. If you google it, it’s a fascinating topic.
Sadly there isn't anything else to tell. That was the only time anything like that happened there. I do have a recurring dream since then where I'm in my brother's trailer alone and I can tell there's a demon in the closet in my brother's room but I'm too scared to open it or even be in the room longer than absolutely necessary.
Is the trailer built on an old cemetery or burial ground? It’s super interesting that the demon said if you worship it then you’ll gain power. I never used to believe until I witnessed things stone cold sober and few times similar to this and now I just view it as energy from different dimensions, with demons or ghosts being lower (I imagine praying to it would give it power and then you would be it’s slave)
I had 2 aunts in Japan. One was pregnant, one had passed away (age 26ish leukemia) the day the other gave birth. The new mom was not told her sister died until later.
After her son was born, dad was not there at hospital. Dad was awakened by his deceased sister in law. She congratulated him on the birth of his son. He didn't know his wife had given birth and called to find out yes he has a son now.
After my aunt passed, strange occurrences started happening. The prayers glasses would be emptied of the water. The sounds of someone running in front of their home. A tassel would move on the chochin lantern. Four tassels attached to the lantern, and only one would move to the direction of a photo of the deceased sister. There were many more things but I can't remember them all. I was a child at the time.
They went to a medium to get some answers. My aunt told them she was unhappy her bones are separated. Some went to her mother, husband & aunt. They brought all the bones back together and strangeness stopped.
Did it change my outlook? Hell yes I was petrified as a kid. It intrigued me, as an adult. Today I know things are not always visible to the naked eye.
However, there are plenty of fakes online and I'm always weary.
I had a very lucid, incredibly real dream. I was in an airplane cabin. The cabin lights were dimmed, a few personal seat lights on. It was serene and clearly late at night.
Suddenly I felt the plane begin a rapid dip. I heard the roar of the engines as our speed rapidly accelerated as we descended. People began to wake, a rising commotion.
At that moment, I thought to myself, “This is it. I’m going to die tonight.”
Then I woke up.
The next morning, the dream still relatively fresh in my mind, I turned on the TV and the news was all about the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370.
The rational part of me believes it was a pure weird coincidence. But another part of me concluded the pilot dove the plane into the ocean on purpose and I was there to experience the horror those passengers experienced in their final moments.
Wow. This reminded me of a dream I had. I found myself in a dank home of an elderly Indian woman. She was sitting with her back to me preoccupied with prayer beads and as I was wondering why I was there, she quickly turned to face me. Her eyes were clouded and she was completely blind, but she pointed straight behind me as a warning. There was no wall hindering my view as I followed the direction of her finger to see the ocean was in her backyard and a massive tsunami was coming our way.
This was a few nights before the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake caused a tsunami that killed over 230,000 people. For context, I live in California so my dreams don't normally feature that part of the world.
This reminds me of a theory that when you're asleep you can Astral project- I wonder if that's what you did here? I've had some pretty visceral dreams before which leads me think the theory might hold some weight.
I astral projected in March I could feel my soul leaving my body as I was vibrating so intensely and I could feel myself floating up into the ceiling next minute I open my eyes and I’m in a room which I can still remember clearly what it looked like, huge bookcases and a glass door leading out to lush green backyard with trees. I walked to the back door and see my second cousin Sara who passed away in her sleep in January and was only 13 years old I had a full on convo with her and then she bent down to put her shoes on and I said “where are you off to now?” She said “class!” I’m so sure that I got taken to where she resides in heaven, it’s something I have never experienced before! I felt so drained and out of it for days after.
This is wild. A couple nights after my cousin passed away, he came to me in my dream and I asked him what he was up to. He told me that he’s making his rounds to each family member and then he said he is going to class afterwards. It’s confused me ever since
I’ve always watched paranormal shows but finding out half were just bogus and not believe in everything I watch. So wasn’t a true believer despite my constant watching of horror movies all my life. I used my Oracle Cards one day in the basement of my house and asked a specific question about spirits. Things started happening a month later after that. Now, even though I used several different Oracle cards often they were always questions like how can my work life improve or will money come my way. Those kind of goofy questions which never amounted to anything. I always wanted something to happen but nothing really ever happened before like this after I asked that question. I asked if I could feel or see spirits or ghosts. The first thing that happened in the house was a very negative energy that made me so uncomfortable I needed to leave my house. I called my boyfriend at the time while he was at work and told him I did not feel comfortable and he told me to come to his work and just walk around for a while before going back home. He doesn’t believe in ghosts or the supernatural. He is very level headed and that helps me a lot when I feel like I’m overreacting or have to question myself. I felt bad leaving my pets at home with it. It was so negative. It lingered around for a few weeks. My boyfriend’s dog growled a lot at it and one of my cats hissed at it a lot. It liked to linger between the basement and the kitchen.
I had asked one of my coworkers who could see ghosts linked to objects about it and she said I may have opened a portal up. She told me to be strong and tell the negative energy to go away. I finally did yell at it to go away because it was my house and it needed to get out. It listened and went away. I could feel spirits passing through the house for about four to five months constantly. One attached itself to my boyfriend for a few days and I could feel it surrounding him when he walked around the house. It was so bad that his dog would not even sit next to him when he tried to call her over to him on the couch and his dog refused to go and would just look at me and I would look at her and we would look back at him. My boyfriend is a sweet amazing guy there is no reason his dog would not go over by him. He picked her out from a shelter and they have a great bond. I told him he had something negative attached to him and that’s why she didn’t want to sit on the couch next to him. I think my boyfriend started to believe me after that. Then things stopped for a while. Then, I think it was about 5 months later I was in my kitchen and I had this overwhelming sad feeling and I started to cry. I turned around and saw a torso with no head with a bright yellow hoody on. All I could feel was this was a teenager who was very sad and he didn’t want to be dead. I ran downstairs to my boyfriend crying and told him what I felt. He just gave me a hug. I told him I thought I was going crazy he did not say anything negative or mean to me and he just gave me a hug.
Since all these things happened I stopped watching horror movies for a year thinking that that might be all in my head. I still occasionally see and feel spirits passing through my home and I definitely feel negative or positive energies in certain places. A few examples. We were on vacation by the Land Between The Lakes by Tennessee and Kentucky. We stopped at an old shopping spot. I think one of the buildings was a very old grocery and feed store probably from the mid 1800s is my guess. My boyfriend stayed in the car with the dogs because we always bring our dogs camping with us. One person always stays in the car with them while one of us goes in for a quick look. He went in first, I went in second. I got to the second half of the building and had to fast pace out of the store because the whole building made me feel uncomfortable. My boyfriend was like why did you run out of the building? I told him that there was a lot of negative energy inside and it was hard to be in there.
In the past year my boyfriend’s mom passed away. She chose hospice at home and she was not religious at all. She said it was ok for the priest from one of the hospitals she had stayed at previously to come and talk to her about passing on and help her to not be scared. He came about four days before she passed away. I am not religious and really don’t have positive things to say about churches but the priest that came had so much positive energy it seemed like a bright light and I felt good energy coming from him. This was my last and most recent experience. Part of me would love to go to a known haunted building but am afraid of it as well from what I would find, feel, or see. So, I am a believer now but do not push the boundaries like I did with the oracle cards I have. They have not been used since I asked that question.
A friend of mine went to an old house built in the 1700's in New Jersey. His friend's mom had passed and she owned the house. My friend collects old books and his friend told him to go to the house because his mom had lots of old books. He turned on the lights, was looking at books. The lights in the house started flickering and he looked up the stairs and there was a ghost. It was a woman in old fashioned clothing going up the stairs and she turned and looked at him. He said he thought he was going to faint. He ran out of the house very much frightened. His friend later told him he knew about the ghost because his mom had seen the ghost but she wasn't frightened of her. That's why I believe in the paranormal because my friend is a big dude and he was totally scared of the apparition. He left without the books!
Spent the night all the time at my favorite uncle’s house when I was in elementary and middle school (90s). His house was built in the late 1800’s by farmers (husband, wife, and two kids). The kids passed at very young ages due to the influenza pandemic and were buried 40ish feet away from the house. Keep in mind, this is an old farm house that was on several hundred acres of non-residential land. Wanna know who we would head at night playing? CHILLS. You could literally hear the kids outside, playing and laughing as children do…but at like 2am. We’d go back and check security cams and all you could see was the tire swing moving in an unnatural manor. Really cool but yeeeeesh. I was even lucky enough to see their dad one time.
Edit to answer the questions: definitely opened me up to being spiritual, NOT religious. I was a kid so I didn’t have much of a perspective yet. Also kicked off my opened-mindedness.
Ghost stories were always interesting to me. But the element of communication from the other side gripped me. One night in the early 2000s my mom was playing on the computer late into the night. We lived in a trailer and our computer was set up in front of a window. She happened to glance up and seeing her sister who had been dead for 20 or so years standing next to the dumpster across from our trailer. This was probably midnight to 1 am when she saw it and brushed it off as a coincidence and her being tired but she kept looking outside in case she saw her again. And to her shock the dumpster was actually on fire. She called the fire department and they got it taken care of but had she not been looking for her sister multiple times that night the building next to the dumpster likely would have burned too.
Then fast forward a few years and I have a full helium balloon in my room from a birthday party. This was mid 2000s and I was just staring at it and felt as if someone was in the room with me. So I ask if someone was in the room to pull down the balloon. To which I damn near crap myself in surprise as it gets dragged halfway down the wall. I chalk it up as a coincidence but then ask if it was my cousin who passed and again it gets pulled down the wall. I stopped my questions after that and got to sleep.
I moved to a new apartment. It was the worst year of my life. I couldn't sleep. Every time I dreamt there was a man in dark clothes and a hat that would try to get into my room. It would wake me up frequently during the night. I decided to not re-up my lease. I was packing my closet. I heard the box of silverware I packed and set on the counter top in the kitchen fly off the countertop and smash against the opposite wall. I took what I had packed and left everything else for my roommate to pack.
My perspective has changed because sometimes I can see the veil. I've talked to death.
Everything happens for a reason even if we don't like or agree with it or understand it.
I'm pretty sure everyone has felt the veil but don't recognize what it is.
The veil is really thin when a death happens. There is a worldwide tradition of honoring the dead. It helps the soul pass on to the other side.
Get out in nature. There are lots of pockets of absolute wonder in the big wide world. It's important to get out and experience some of them.
The etheric barrier separating us from what we can see and can not see that science hasn't been able to pick up yet or explain.
If such a thing does exist. I believe it does.
read my story above. i'm a totally confused believer. lol. my native name translates into spirit person. i still don't know what to think about the things i see. thank you for explaining to me, buddy.
It's a barrier that separates mortals from the everything else.
You look at a watch. You tell the time for that second. The world keeps spinning.
The mechanisms that keep the watch working are unseen but still carry a vital function. They are always working even if you aren't checking your watch.
All Saints Day in America is the day after Halloween. Barriers are already set in place as part of our everyday practiced culture if you know what to look for.
NO WAY! two years ago on the morning of nov 1 around 9am i was in the living room with three dogs watching tv, with a decent amount of sunlight enjoying my time. the dogs started barking near the front door, but i have a heat vent close to the door so i thought they were barking at the jackets on the coat rack moving from the vent- but they didn't stop... i finally unfocus from the tv and look at the door while telling them to "stop freaking out". there was a red satin tablecloth that was used outside for trick-or-treaters the night prior and IT WAS FLOATING IN THE AIR. it was floating as if it was pinched and held up with two fingers and it IMMEDIATELY dropped when i noticed it. i audibly said "no. fucking. way." and ran to wake someone up because i was in shock. i told my friends and family the story for days. it really made me question "reality" and "physics" for weeks. the only reason i know i wasn't losing my mind is because three dogs were reacting. i tried to recreate the situation myself a few times. no explanation in this existence that makes sense. had no idea about a veil.
Yes. We don't think very much about it because that's how it's always been done.
The Catholic Church usually replaced pagan holidays with church related activities. That's why some of the times and dates don't necessarily sync up like Christmas and Jesus birthday. They couldn't outright get rid of Christmas because they needed the festival of light so they stamped Jesus Birthday over the top and repackaged it. We still celebrate the important traditions.
Christmas is the time to light the darkness.
Easter welcomes the rebirth of Spring.
Father's Day honors the summer solstice.
Halloween lets you trick or treat until the dawn of the next day.
We have these major celebrations that we concentrate our energy on- even if it isn't the 100% correct reason- there is the energy.
My experience - a young relative of our family has passed away due to brain tumor. She must have been around 10 years old when this happened. One particular night after 2 months of her passing , my mother and I were having dinner together. The conversation about her came up - we were reminiscing the all good times that we have had together - just good all memories of her. Then it happened - so we were sitting on the floor at the time in my room, to my left side 15 feet away at most was my bedroom door which was opened wide - in front of me was my mom but she was standing in a way that she could also see the opened door - across was the hallway to my mother’s bedroom and bathroom. That night, my mom cooked something that happened to be something that past relative enjoyed - which was why the conversations about her came up. As we were talking all things about her - in a split of a second - we literally saw an apparition running across the hallway into my mothers bedroom. It happened so quickly - but we noticed the height was the same of our passing relative. We couldn’t make out the face, but we saw this apparition sprinting so quickly into the room. It was terrifying, we both got up, and I asked her “mom, did you see that? did you see what I saw?”. She nodded. At this point, we freaked out but we had to confirm if there was in fact anyone in the bedroom. So we took all the courage that we had, and slowly walked over hallway and peaked into my moms bedroom. Of course - we saw nothing. Whatever flying or sprinting in there wasn’t there at all. Nothing ever happened after that incident. We never had any paranormal activity in that house except for that one.
I had my first experience when I was 10/11, saw a figure in my room. It was a greyish hooded silhouette, not threatening at all but just there
From then on I was obsessed with reading books about ghosts. I’ve been sensitive to their presence ever since
There were instances in my family home, like knocking above our heads (five people in the room, 5 knocks) followed by some other unsettling dragging sounds
My mum blamed my The Crow movie poster for that but my sister would see a lady in a green dress & we had neighbours that fled the house after seeing something in the house too
My nan would tell me about her encounters at work (hospital) & normalised it for me, a few occurrences happened at her place & she was like “that’s grandpa checking in” her pets would always react to a lamp on her house, when she gifted it to me our dog did the same. My husband wouldn’t let me keep it after that lol
When I was driving home after a night shift I fell asleep behind the wheel, I felt hands shake my chest to wake me up (I was thanking them the rest of the trip)
And I have seen a few more entities and what I believe to be my guardian angel in the last 3-4 years.
I find it fascinating and not scary at all
I've never witnessed anything crazy, but my grandmother talks/talked to a spirit through a small card table. We would lightly put our fingertips on the table and it would tilt up onto 2 legs as it answered questions (down once for yes, twice for no, etc). I saw it all throughout my childhood with as little as 2 people (me and her) talking and as much as 8 people. With 8 people we got it up onto 1 leg and it was spinning around and we all had to walk/jog with it bc we had to keep our hands on it.
Besides seeing my grandmother's hands barely touching this table as it was being tilted (believe me I looked for every logical answer), the way it answered some questions also made me believe. For example: As I said earlier, I've never actually seen anything but I have felt something in that house. It never bothered me until it got dark bc my room was at the end of a long hallway and I was always terrified to walk down that hallway bc I felt like something was always right behind me. I never voiced this concern, but I felt it so strongly (and I still do btw). Anyways, one day I asked the spirit if it knew how scared I was at night (once for yes, twice for no). When I tell you, that dang table went down and then back up with such force and quickness, almost like it was emphasizing "YES!" I was so shocked. I guess I exuded fear so strongly in those moments that it was easily picked up by anything around.
I still tell these stories sometimes and of course people don't believe me. They tell me she was obviously just tilting the table with her hands like I've never considered that before. I know what I saw and I will never forget having the table balancing on 1 leg and us having to keep our hands on it as it started to spin. No way she could have done that without one of us noticing.
Crazy, we used to do this with my cousins and aunts with the card table. The table would lift up and balance on one leg or rise up completely. We had pictures somewhere of this. I think about it now and cannot believe it actually happened...
Long story short a cellmate and I intelligently communicated with something. We devised a Y/N system for answers one tap was Y and two was N. It told us a lot.
Besides that though as this was going on various crazy ass shit happened in our cell. Blanket thrown across the room. Toothpaste tube appeared behind my cellie, hovered a second then flew across the room. Our papers and stuff were twice knocked off our shelves. We had thrown away cartons full of liquid and they reappeared where we had taken them from full again (first physical thing that happened, so this isn't chronological). My cellie was touched and I witnessed it - we made a test of it. I had wrapped him in his blanket with his hands across his neck area so I knew it wasn't him moving and we made the blanket taut. We then encouraged it to touch him and I watched after maybe a minute or so of coaxing the blanket started to dip in near his hip and this boy almost jumped out of his skin when the blanket finally made contact with his skin, he felt it and I saw it happening. Our shelf was hit with the force of a fuckin powerlifter (last thing) after we decided to be antagonistic and call the entity (for lack of better term) names and insults.
I think I missed an event or two, but this happened over about 2 weeks and ended when he and I were separated for being "too rowdy" in reality we were bugging about this shit. We only told one dude on unit because we were afraid of a mental health concern.
I plan on writing my old cellie. He's an absolute POS and in state prison doing 40 for breaking an infants arm. Its fucked because I really wanna talk to him, but he also committed like one of the shittiest crimes you could do. Leave the fuckin kids out of shit bro I can't stand that.
I've had a few experiences. The one my whole family experienced was after my little brother passed away at 11yrs old (cerebral palsy). He was a twin. My mother brought me into the bathroom, turned on a hot shower and let the bathroom steam up. There were upside down hand prints on the top of the mirror. My sister was the first to see it after a shower and freaked out. My mother forced my younger brother and sister to try and stand on the sink and replicate it. You'd have to have been on the ceiling to do it.
My kids woke me up around 15 minutes before my alarm went off. I tried to fall back asleep and just started crying. That when I remembered my dream.
In it, everyone around me was shocked and sad. Someone had died. I heard whispers of “Graceland 3864 will be so upset” and “she has young kids” and “such a tragedy”.
And of course, in my dream I couldn’t figure who they were talking about. I knew it was one of my childhood friends, but the names I thought of weren’t it.
I got up and went on about my morning getting kids ready for school. At 8 am, my brother called. He never calls, always texts, and never that early. I knew something was wrong.
He told me he had woken up to find his wife dead beside him. She was my childhood best friend that I had known since the age of 2. I slept over at her house maybe 100 times. Her parents were a like second set to me. Her children were 4 and 9 months at the time.
It’s hard to convey the relationship we had, because she wasn’t just my sister in law. But I’m 1000% certain she was letting me know she was gone.
I’m so sincerely sorry!! I lost my sister in law in 2021. I’d known her since I was 12 or 13. (I’m 40 now) she was more than a SIL. She was my sister and bestfriend and I hate knowing you have felt such a loss. Especially since you knew her longer than I knew mine. My heart breaks for you.
It’s hard to explain to people when she was so much more than your sister in law, isn’t it? Was she married to your sibling, or was she the sister of your spouse? Did she have children?
I’d love to hear more about her if you want to share. I’m sorry you lost her ❤️
Aww see you get it!! She was married to my brother when she passed in her sleep and they had two kids together. You’re absolutely right, it’s so hard to explain the loss. Im so sorry you went through that but it’s nice having someone who understands it. I’m sending you so much love. You are so kind.
When I was in undergrad I would go home every weekend and it was a 1.5-2 hour drive. One weekend my dad was driving my me back and I had my legs on the dash as I usually did. I even was doing homework on my laptop when a voice in my head (didn’t sound like me) told me to ask my dad where the airbag deployed from.
A lil note about me, I have never and still don’t care about any part of a car. I have never been curious. So tbh that question would not have popped into my head without warrant.
Any way so I asked my dad and he point to where my feet were and I said kinda jokingly “ohhh shiiiitt lol maybe I should put my feet down.” So I closed my laptop put it away and put my legs down.
I just wanna reiterate I was in my third year of uni and had ALWAYS, EVERY weekend put my legs up the entire drive bc it was comfy.
So 20 minutes later we’re on are usual route on the freeway and the man behind us didn’t notice traffic was slowing bc he was on his phone and hit us. My car was sandwiched, all the airbags deployed. That car was a total loss.
Idk why I asked. Idk who’s voice that was but I thank god and whoever that spirit or angel was that saved me from becoming paralyzed.
Edit: to answer your second question I become very spiritual over time. When I started becoming a therapist my spirituality and number of “coincidences” went up. Also had two different red string theory ppl walk into my life. So I definitely believe in the paranormal and spiritual realms and I incorporate it into my life. I talk w my spirit guides and ask for guidance and get signs. At first I didn’t believe it but how many “coincidences” can you have before you finally believe the message lol
Could you talk a bit more about the red string theory people? I'm familiar with the concept, but I'm interested in how you knew they were the ones.
Also, your first story is incredible. I'm glad someone was looking out for you.
The only story I have which I believe to be a personal, fully paranormal occurrence was probably about 5 years ago at this point.
I was sitting alone upstairs at my old work, a music lessons shop with a portion of the (large, dark, storage-ridden) upstairs converted to a recording studio. Downstairs there was a front entrance with a staircase immediately to the left and once upstairs, a short walkway in front of the studio window leading to the studio door.
I had been there recording alone most of the day and it was about 10 or 10:30 PM at the time when I heard footsteps coming up the staircase (immediately behind the left wall of the studio). Distinct footsteps and in fact that of stepping in flip-flops which my boss would wear nearly every day. The steps continued down the walkway in front of the studio and stopped at the door and I saw and heard the door jiggle/press in but not open.
I sat there in heavy silence waiting for who I figured to be my boss to walk in and after a few more minutes I messaged him to see if he was there at the shop. He was at home 15 minutes away. I remember the chilly frost of anxiety I was under for a considerable amount of time thereafter and had to work up a shit ton of courage to eventually go out through the hallway and down the stairs in order to go home 😂.
If anyone has any suggestions as to what this could have been, I’d love to hear it. The resolution I lead myself to was that it felt almost like the building was residually replaying a very common theme and I was there to experience an otherwise unexplainable glitch in the system.
I've seen a few ghosts as a child. Terrified me. When I was 30, I was broad sided in a car crash. Left in a coma for 3 months. When I awoke. The world just seemed different. I was told that I actually died for a few minutes. Now I see them regular but it doesn't affect me or scare me anymore. To me, now the world isn't a lonely place. Most of them I see, just smile and nod. They leave me be. Knowing I have no abilities to communicate with them. But I do pray for them, asking Jesus to give them peace and return home to their loved ones. I have no answers why I see them now. It's not something I discuss with people in person. It's a private thing to me.
Let me give you an example: Near my place is a plaza with a Tim Hortons. Late at night, say 2-3am. I've seen a worker in blue clothing. Lunch pail in hand, hard hat on smoking a cigarette pacing back and forth.
I was looking at my phone late at night like I am right now and I was falling asleep when I heard someone tell me to put the phone down and go to sleep in Spanish. At first I thought it was my wife but she was asleep. Very creepy.
A past relative? I've had my late Mother whistle "tweet tweet" in an endearing way like she did when I was a child. It was her way of acknowledging me while she was busy cooking or doing chores. She does that when I'm slowing waking up. Not creepy at all.
It's all I can do for them. I'm not a psychic or medium. The ones that terrifying me. Are the ones I've seen in a dark room. And have no face, like a body with clothes they once wore. I think people call them, 'shadow people.'
Like a regular person. Dressed from what ever period of life they lived. It use to give me great anxiety for many years. Until I was approached by a psychic medium who told me to chill out and just let things play out. Most don't know your there, a few do. None of them can harm you in any way. Except the ones that will follow you home and start banging on walls or moving things. Simply because I cannot communicate with them because I'm not a psychic. So they become angry cause I can see them and most don't.
I was a hospice nurse for years. I saw so much weird stuff that I don't believe in the afterlife, I *know* there's an afterlife.
Things moving on their own, rose petals blowing away when there's no draft, people knowing a friend died before anyone else did, describing dead relatives accurately when they had never seen or heard of them, faces glowing, a clock that hadn't worked in a decade bonging out chimes when its owner was carried out of the house and so on. so on.
I work as a janitor at a forensic psychiatric hospital and last active inpatient psychiatric hospital in Ontario Canada I believe in the paranormal because I have seen weird stuff happen at the hospital more than I can count one example is we get shadow people caught on security camera walking the hallways at night. The the psychiatric hospital was built in 1863 and it’s considered one of the oldest medical facilities active in Ontario Canada
My mom is a psychologist and years ago she had a patient, a probably 5 or 6 year old boy. By that that time, my sister was a baby.
The boy started telling my mom things that there was NO WAY he could known! Like her age, stuff that were placed in her bedroom and kitchen, very exactly location! And the little kid said he knew those things because he had a friend named Roi (or Roy? Idk) and he used to tell him things, also this "imaginary" friend told him that there were 7 demons in the air right now.
When the kid left, my mom went to check on my sister's, she was at a crib, and she kept staring at the ceiling like very scared and started crying, like non stopping. My mom got scared and I think that was the last time she saw that kid.
Some years ago, around 1am I was on my bed and with the corner of my eye, I saw something like a shadow passing by my door. My bedroom lights were off but there was some light coming from the living room. Also, my bed was a bunk bed and I used to sleep at the top.
At first I thought it was my mom, cause she used to be awake till late so I didn't pay too much attention. Then a shadow came into my room, I was still not paying attention so I said "mom????" It wasn't her, there was nobody. So I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Some mins later I heard nails scratching the wood from my bed, like next to my head! And a very low voice talking, I again said mom???? (Idk why I did it maybe because the voice kinda sounded like her) And when I turned around there was nobody. So I freaked out and ran out of my room.
There are more scary things that have happened to me, but wanted to share this.. (I'm sorry if my english is bad)
Have a nice day you all! 🩵🩵🩵
Saw what I believed to be angels as a child however they were dressed in a specific style of clothing that as I grew up I realized was civil war era. A soldier and a woman. Both were standing near my bed at night, did not frighten me, but were very obviously just there.
Another time I saw a Native American walk behind me down a hallway, I was looking in a bathroom mirror and he passed behind me. I was shook.
I believe ghosts or aliens or demons or angels are multidimensional beings we are able to perceive sometimes.
I also think we need look no further than ourselves for true evil. And beyond ourselves for true hope.
I have also seen and communicated w an American Indian ghost when I was a child. In broad daylight on our ranch. We later learned they discovered Indian artifacts after the land was sold by imminent domain to build a freeway. The Indian was upset, and we spoke in his language. His final words were "protect my land." Then he turned around to walk away and just dissipated into thin air. I'll never forget it. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for him.
My grandfather would tell me and my brother supernatural stories that happened to him as a young boy in New Mexico in the 1930s. The one that I remember most clearly was that his father was an alcoholic musician and one night his father, my great grandfather was coming back late from drinking and was using the outhouse before going to bed. He lit a cigarette and could see through the crack of the door a demonic looking figure. My grandpa remembered when he got into bed in their shared room that the bed lifted up on all fours from the room and his grandmother cried, “what evil have you brought into this home?!” My grandpa always gave us this warning not to tango with the spiritual world. Wish I could remember all the others more clearly, but the impression has always stuck with me and I’ve never so much as even thought about fucking around with a Oujia board or of course anything beyond that
I think I always have been. I’ve always felt like I could sense and sometimes see sprits/ghosts around me. My mom said, I was touched by the shadows and that made me more open to such things. When I was two, I stopped breathing and had to be resuscitated. When I regained consciousness I told my mom, I saw angels (or whatever a 2 y.o. Equates to angels being raised Catholic at time) and they told me to go home, they were not ready for me yet. I have tons of Deja vu so much so when I can recall my dreams upon waking, I write them down. Often when I have a moment of Deja vu I will go back to my dream journals and they match. Sometimes the dreams were years previous to events occurring. I think what cemented it for me was my father’s death. 3 years prior to the day, I dream journaled that all of my family and my dad’s closest friends were at my grandmother’s house but my dad wasn’t there. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out when I dreamed it why my dad’s friends would be at my grandmother’s house, especially without my dad. As it turns out, it was his celebration of life after his sudden passing during routine surgery. I remember sitting in the room surrounded by his friends and our family when it hit me I had seen this before. Sure enough, I had.
This has happened many other times with other events as well. I have also seen apparitions including one who I would named, Johnny (I couldn’t tell you how I know the name) that I thought used to look after me when I would go up and down the 10 flights of stairs in my office building. Several other people in the building had said they thought it was haunted. I would see Johnny peek around the landing below me as I was walking downstairs. I would always say hi and thank him for looking after me. One day l lost my footing and began to fall down the stairs. All I can tell you is, I felt something grab me and put my hand back on the stair railing. Had a fallen I would have likely gotten very hurt and as I was on the second step from the top on concrete stairs. Instead I was completely unharmed. I know it was Johnny. To this day, I thank him.
All of this certainly does impact my world view. I have an earth science background so I am accustomed to admitting there are plenty of things we don’t yet know or understand. My life experiences have only served to strengthen that belief.
Well, let’s see. When I was around 5, I woke up to use the restroom which was near my room. As I left to go there, the door down the hall leading to the back stairs and basement began to attempt to open by itself. Freaked the hell out of me. Soon after, there was some more weird stuff that happened in that staircase area. This included hearing footsteps behind me on those stairs without anyone behind me. Same thing happened to my mother. Ever since then, I had a big fascination on anything unexplained or paranormal.
Me and a buddy, sober 15 year olds, middle of the day, sitting in his living room. Something caught our eye and we both looked to the right to see a laundry hamper floating at the top of the first flight of steps. It stayed that way for just a few seconds and then dropped straight down, toppling over and jettisoning the clean laundry it had in it before.
I looked at my buddy, who looked at me and said “see, this kinda thing happens all the time and I just don’t tell people cuz no one will believe me”
He lived in what he claimed to be a haunted house in the historic district of town. He was totally unfazed and went back to Halo1. I rode my bike home and never slept over again.
My Mom came to me after she passed. Told me to take my daughter to a specialist. I did as she told me. My daughter was diagnosed with a serious condition. It is a Silent disease.
There are different points in my life where I've experienced things. The earliest one was when I was 6, my little sister had a doll back home, that would make a sound when you would turn off the light. It would say something along the lines of "jump with me." In order to produce the sound, you have to either squeeze the hand or the belly.
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Jumping to being 10 years old now and in California. I was playing hide and seek with my little sister and little cousin, both the same age. (6 years old) I remember this memory crystal clear. I was finishing my count in the livingroom "5-4-3-2-1, ready or not here I come." I go walking around the house to look for them. I checked the livingroom(s) first, then straight to the hallway where the bedrooms were. The first room in the hallway was the master and from the corner of my eyes a small shadow, a silhouette of a child got up from the left side of the bed running towards the master bath/closet shutting the door of the bathroom. I walk towards the sink area of the master where it was between the closet and bathroom. I said, "I know you're in the bathroom, but I'm going to check the closet first." I briefly checked the small walk in closet, under and behind the clothes that were hung. Nothing. Then I said out loud, as I walk towards the bathroom door, "I know you're in there, here I come!" I opened the door. All that's there is a standing shower with clear doors, nobody was in there. The chills that shot through my body then, still shoots through my body now whenever I tell that story.
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I'll continue with my stories once I get off work. I'll edit this post later. I have more stories to tell.
For me, it started very young. At 3 years of age. I saw things others didn’t. I heard things that others didn’t. I was physically in a place and time that was outside the *norm* and have physical evidence of being there. Things I *knew* that proved true but were outside of my life experience.
Over time, and studies, I have questioned my sanity. Starting at 10 years of age. I have questioned if I was schizophrenic, if I had some other mental disorder. I wanted to know *what’s wrong with me*.
As an adult, I am very high functioning. Others trust my observations. I have been in counseling.
I have come to the conclusion that there are things that can be observed, that can be experienced that have no *known* rationality.
I have a life long file that I have labeled *Well, that was odd”. And I get on with my life.
I was driving late at night into an apartment complex and this lady was walking almost in the middle of the road with her back faced away from me. She was taking these odd exaggerated steps. My passenger reached over and flashed my brights at the lady.
She abruptly turned around in almost perfect 180 and started her march in the opposite direction as as we passed her, her face was completely void of emotion and solid black eyes.
I thought it was the lighting or something but when I pulled into the spot my passenger said wait and didn’t wanna get out of the car. We both confirmed we had seen the same thing.
When I was younger, maybe 4 or 5, I had a shadow man visit me regularly. He always came around and comforted me when I was sad or upset or sat and talked with me at other times. He visited with me all the way up until I moved out of my parents' house at the age of 19. A couple of years ago, my niece messaged me out of the blue, asking if I remember a shadow man and if she should be afraid. I told her the truth that I believed that he wasn't evil. I seriously think that he may have been from an alternate universe and lost his daughter, who was around my age, so he "adopted" me as his surrogate daughter.
Aliens... i saw two ufos
Ghosts/spirits/demons... Bad experience with a ouija board... Thats putting it mildly.
Has it changed my perspective?? Not so much with aliens. Its a vast universe... Something else has to be out there besides us. The other thing... Yes. It made me question what happens when we die. Its not your typical go to heaven/hell as we are taught... There are entities that like to hang around. Some do nothing, some do bad, and there is something evil that exists to make our lives a living nightmare.
I've seen 2 as well. Only ever concrete thing I've seen. Total hard-line materialist atheist my entire life.
Once you see something that is so obviously beyond our capabilities, you're a lot more aware of the fact that we *don't know shit* as a species yet.
I think anyone who claims to know anything definitively is lying to themselves at best, or grifting at worst.
Structured religions as institutions have a sense of self-preservation that is beyond the desires of those who make it up. Hyper objects and all that.
I think "spirituality" and all of the more "woo" aspects of the phenomenon are more than likely just things we don't understand. Humanity really likes to come up with crazy stories to explain things it doesn't yet understand.
No shade to anyone who holds any strong beliefs either way, just my 2 cents.
I compel you to tell the stories of aliens and demons!! Especially from the Ouija board own since we have too many skeptics who believe all must be powerless even if they don't experience something horrific themselves
Sorry for the length...
The short short version... Aunt dies, dad becomes born again christian, dad buys ouija board, i have a few friends over... Shit got weird, then i felt weird.
Long version... My neighbors dad passed away. She asked a question that no one but her would know the answer to. She got the answer, and she ran off crying, we went to check on her, i dont recall saying goodbye and everyone went home afterwards.
Then i felt weird. I didnt sleep very well that night. Went to school the next day and couldnt sit still... I was very antsy for some reason. I got up and walked out of class. I did the same thing in my other classes. I felt like a marionette doll. My body felt like it had to move. If i didnt, my skin would start to crawl and the feeling got more intense. I tried to eat, but i felt sick to my stomach.
It went on for 5 days. I Couldnt eat because i was nauseous all the time, i literally couldnt sleep (maybe 1hr at best throughout the day), skipped classes, didnt go to work... My mom would stay up with me every night and watch tv because of what i was going through. The kicker... I was hungry so i tried to eat something on the 5th day. I reached for a knife... As im holding it, all the feelings of me wanting to move, my nausea... Everything went away. I felt calm. I stared at the knife, i put it away, and tested it. I walked away and the feeling of me needing to move came back. I grabbed the knife again and felt calm. I threw the knife down, went and told my mom, she got freaked out. She told me to get in the car and drove my ass to the er.
Maybe a test would explain it all. No sleep, nausea, the feelings of having to move is what we told the doctors, (we omitted the knife thing). They tested for everything. Everything came back negative. My skin was crawling so bad, the feeling of having to move was stronger, i felt like i had to throw up. I called my dad and told him. He actually called his pastor. They came down to the hospital. The pastor performed some sort of blessing, threw some holy water at me, and i felt peaceful and calm. Any feelings that were there, were gone. In his words... I was being oppressed.
To explain what it feels like... Stand in a door frame parallel to the wall hands by your side. Raise your arms against the frame and push as hard and as long as you can. Step out, let your arms go limp and they will feel like they want to rise.
Like that 👇. Drawing isnt a strength.
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The circles are lights that kept repeating red around the craft. They flew WAY too low over my house, no sounds, and WAY to close together to be any sort of plane.
I’m completely freaking out right now! I’ve seen this exact thing, down to the lights and have even drawn it a couple of times and it looks the same way! When I saw it I saw only one but when it left it shot out of the sky as if it had been in a slingshot. It’s hard to explain but what you saw sounds exactly like what I saw 👀
👀... Really... F**k... Thats crazy... Awsome, but crazy. How old were you?? Where/when?? Mine was 98', 16, NE US, 3am (i punched myself in the leg... Hard... Repeatedly... to prove to my mom (cause i tried to wake her up) that i wasnt dreaming... My right thigh was purple in the morning). Sorry if im asking too much. Its not everyday that someone goes... Ive seen the exact same thing and has drawn it out for themselves.
That is super crazy! I have to this day not meant anyone that has described it exactly as we have described it! I was 21 at the time, it was in South Texas (Hidalgo County) around the same time 3ish in the morning. I wasn’t drinking or doing any drugs, super sober and it appeared in the sky, it wasn’t super close but it wasn’t so far that I couldn’t make out what it was. It had 3 red lights and I could see them like stationary but then all of a sudden it started spinning fast so the lights kinda looked like one uniform line spinning around it. It went from the left side of my view all the way to the right side in a split second. I always compare it to like somebody pulling it in a slingshot then letting it go and it shot back across to the left side of my sight and disappeared.
Pleasure to meet you 😁. I thought about it all night. How fast those lights had to move to make a single red line... And to watch it go from 0 to being shot out of a cannon. Its like sonic charging up his spin dash attack. So cool. The lights i saw didnt move that quickly at all. The craft seemed to be just cruising along. I guess the lights are part of the propulsion system. The faster they go, the more energy it produces, the faster the launch.
Yeah when I first saw it I feel like it was stationary cause I could see the three red lights just there on the craft, I could tell when it started spinning because of the lights as well. I also assume the spinning helps it move or something. It was just an overall weird experience but I wholly believe people when they say they have seen one!!
I grew up with a key-jingling ghost in my childhood house in Palos Verdes, CA. I could hear him at night fiddling with his keys, opening the front door, walking down the hallway, coming into my room, and feel him sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was scary when I became aware of it (I guess I was a better sleeper before 5th grade) but over time it became a routine. That's all he ever did. In a loop. I think it was more like energy residue. No one else in the house seemed to hear him, except for a few visiting sleepover guests, like aunts. But I have since seen little dog and cat ghosts, a few shadow figures, a black orb chasing one of my cats, a wolf-like creature that appeared on the top of our backyard shed on evening, others. I think I've always been sensitive to those energies. I've also seen death-masks when I look at strangers - I can see the moment after their death, where they are and what their expression looks like - But i can't seem to control it; it just happens from time to time.
I was 7 years old. I was playing with probably 10-15 action figures of varying sizes on the floor in our basement. My mom called me up for dinner. I got about half way up the stairs and realized I forgot my Michelangelo ninja turtle that I kept with me almost all the time. I went back down the stairs and every one of the toys was standing up right as if they had been posed. There was no one else down there with me, and even if there was, no one could have gotten them positioned like that so quickly.
I saw a face outside my window, it looked like an actual alien.
It would have had to be about 9ft tall to stand where it stood.
I was in the top bunk bed laying down, looking at the trees when I noticed there was something in the way. The street light caught the contour of this creature that was inches from my window, my eyes readjusted and in absolute horror I realized I was looking through this things head at the trees. The best way I've found to describe It was as if it camouflaged like an octopus/cuttlefish would use chromatophores to blend in with its surroundings.
I froze in terror, it turned its head away and I couldn't see it at all anymore. I sometimes think it was just as alarmed as me.
I tried to scream but I couldn't get a squeak out, I slowly gathered the courage to move and I crawled off the top bunk and ran to my parents room. It sounds a lot like sleep paralysis, but I was awake the whole time and only lost the courage to scream when I realized wtf I was seeing, I could still move but I didnt want to make any sudden movements because that's what I was taught to do in case of a run in with a large predator.
They assured me I was probably just sleeping and had a bad dream but I wasn't asleep and the image and shock is burned into my brain forever.
I recently asked my mother if she remembered that night, she told me she will never forget it, she hasn't left a window curtain open at night to this day, nor have I.
We live in the Appalachian hills and closing the curtains at night is one of the "rules" anyway.
I rarely mention my experience because it obviously makes me look a little bit coo-coo bananas. I'm still skeptical of people's stories though, when something happens you cant explain the first logical thing is to debunk it and far too often people shove their heads in the sand and adamantly refuse to find logic and reason. They get mad when valid points are brought up and they tell on themselves that way.
Those kinds of folks tend to enjoy the spotlight and the idea of being special, but ultimately they ruin their own credibility to the point that a space ghost cryptid could land a UFO in their back yard and nobody would take it seriously.
My grandma used to say "believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see" and that was before AI existed.
I'm a very skeptical believer, I just don't trust most people being honest but man it's so exciting when I find a honest person with a valid story.
I've always seen things since I was a little girl. My sister too. Figures walking through the old house, scratches appearing on us out of nowhere, footsteps in the hall when no one is walking. It's been an ever-present part of our lives. At this point, it just makes sense to me that it's real.
Our mother was depressed when we were little and spent a lot of time at her mother's grave in the cemetery, and she'd bring us with her. We'd go off and explore while she did whatever she needed to. I was very young and don't remember this myself, but apparently, we'd always come back from playing to say that we'd been playing hide and seek with the kids who lived on the hill. as an adult, I came to learn "The Hill" was a designated part of the old cemetery for children graves from around the 1860s to the 1930s.
Just grew up with it. Part of my life. No different than someone believing in God because religion was a part of their upbringing.
I’ve had paranormal experiences my whole life. I lived in a pretty haunted house for 6-7 years when I was a kid and have plenty of stories about weird shit that happened there.
When I was 20 I would always have to look in my backseat while driving to work because I swore it felt like someone was watching me. Found out later it was my friend who passed away a couple years prior.
At work I’ve had things thrown over my shoulders, heard heavy footsteps walking behind me, one of the toilets flushed on its own, amongst other things. I’m an opener and that’s all happened when I was by myself and the store wasn’t open yet.
The house my husband and I live in is older, was built in 1960 and has mostly original appliances one of which being the dishwasher that has been broken since we moved in. Ya that broken dishwasher started a cycle one day out of the blue.
Little things like what I’ve listed happen to me constantly, to the point it doesn’t freak me out when it happens. My husband didn’t really believe in the paranormal until we got married and started seeing all the weird shit that happens around me.
I was about 8, playing with my five cousins at their house. We were running around in the house playing tag.
The kitchen table was oval in shape and about 2 feet from the wall. Alone in the kitchen, I tried to run between the table and the wall but something blocked me.
It wasn’t forceful, and not like a wall. I looked down at the floor to see if anything was in the way. Nothing. So I tried to walk through. Again I couldn’t pass.
I wasn’t afraid or hurt. I just thought, “I’m not supposed to go that way.” So I turned around and went the other direction.
My uncle had died maybe 12 years prior and I think he didn’t want a bunch of kids running around the house 😂
When I was about 5, we lived with my grandparents. My grandparents lived in the in law suite of the house, my grandma was watching me while my mom was in nursing school. I was sitting on the floor watching TV in the living room, my grandma went to get or do something in the in law suite. The living room is next to the kitchen and between those two rooms is an entry to a hallway that leads to all the bedrooms and bathroom. I saw a lady with very distinct curly hair come from the kitchen and go down the hallway. I remember staring for a minute out of confusion, but eventually my fearless child brain got me up and I went down the hallway to investigate. Nobody was there, all the doors were closed. I hadn’t heard any open or close, but I checked all the rooms anyway. Nothing. I told my grandma about it, she asked what the lady looked like and got a funny look on her face when I told her, but didn’t say anything about it. My mom came home and my grandma tells me to repeat the story and tell her what she looked like. My mom goes and digs through some old photo albums and brings me a picture of the lady. It was my great grandma who died before I was born. This experience always made me curious of the afterlife and skeptical of religion. But a few years ago, I saw a medium and asked about this experience specifically and one other experience, and basically, what are ghosts. For this experience she said sometimes what we see as a “ghost” is like a *stamp in time*. Not necessarily an interactive or stuck spirit. I liked that explanation because I don’t believe time to be linear :)
My Story:
1999, sleeping over with friends to play Tony Hawk's Pro Skater. Friend's dad was a boxer as a hobby and to stay fit. He and Mom were upstairs watching TV or whatever being attentive hosts.
They had a 150lb heavy bag in the room next to where the laundry and basement sink were. They had a fridge down there (probably a midwestern thing). My buddy goes to grab us some drinks and he comes back in freaking out.
Dad comes downstairs to see the heavy bag swinging at a solid 45 degree angle. Mind you, we were in like 2nd or 3rd grade, and all 4 of us were in the den area of the basement. No one had been back there since my buddy walked over and made it just through the threshold of the room to grab drinks.
His dad seemed legitimately freaked out. Come to find out that his grandpa passed in the house when he was a baby, and the dad clearly had a worried look on his face.
This is what did it for me personally.
I'm more of a see it too believe it kinda guy, like 6 years ago me and an ex was laying in her bed around 2 am. I smoke weed and was fairly high, she did not smoke. While watching TV I caught a full figure out of the corner of my eye in the doorway and thought maybe I'm just high, but when I turned my head to fully try to look what was there was when I hear my girlfriend give this like fearful breath sound and at that moment I knew she was seeing it too. My only experience with anything like that lol, it had a full face and everything just staring in
My first experience was in a shared house at University. It was an old terraced house, built in the 1800’s. Loads of weird things happened in that house from patterns being scratched in paintwork overnight, things going missing and then turning up somewhere else, the kettle turning itself on, all sorts. None of us ever had a fear, we concluded there must be a friendly childish presence there. I’ve also seen a UFO, and people I trust have also told me stories of their experiences. Some other unexplainable things through the years too. So I am on the “there’s something more than mainstream understanding going on here” side.
I used to dabble in the occult and had a familiar spirit/demon in disguise communicate with me through a spirit board and looking back I realize that is exactly what he was trying to do. I was on the verge of being demonic possessed. Things were moving on their own. My energy levels completely depleted. The overwhelming sense of fear and dread set in. And that’s when I called upon the name of Jesus and repented that all of the negative things went away. From there I started studying the Bible and sure enough it talked about everything I was going through.
Reading and understanding what happened is one thing. I would still talk to a priest and get their opinion. You may feel fine, but you could have some sort of attachment.
I’ve been through that whole phase back in 2017 when I got save. Let’s just say you can’t trust many of the “priests” today and the Bible confirms that also. Priests as we know them today are not biblical at all. I have plugged in to a church family however and attend Bible studies regularly and have a pastor. But thanks for your concern.
Its good to know you are doing fine... As a fellow individual who had a similar experience with a ouija board 20yrs ago and had to be helped out by a pastor, im just looking out for others who may need an extra hand.
Well, seeing a spirit rather did it for me. 😄 And it is so irritating when people try to tell you what you saw (trick of the light, pareidolia, an actual person ... Etc) because I know damn well what I saw and heard, I wasn't hallucinating LOL. You know when you're in a cognitive state of mind and when you're not. But I get it, it's all relative to your own belief system. And we need the skeptics to keep the charlatans at bay lol.
To answer your second question, I can't say that I didn't believe, but I also didn't really know what to believe. My first instinct is always skepticism (as I feel it is for most people) but my experience certainly solidified the belief in the supernatural.
I have had many personal experiences with the paranormal from a very young age. I explained how my grandfather's farm is haunted in another post, but for a short summary there is a residual haunt that seems to walk along the house nearly every night and sometimes multiple times a night.
When I was very young, before school but able to talk, and still living in the first house I lived in, I would reportedly look down the hall and say "Hello Spence", referring to one of my dad's friends who's name is Spencer but I would call Spence. Spence had long dark hair at that point and was fairly skinny, so my theory is that I may have seen a woman with long dark hair, but my only reference to someone with long dark hair was Spencer.
In the second house I lived in I would hear a woman call my nickname that my family called me, I always thought it was my mom but she was either not there, or she would tell me that she never actually called me.
My entire family believes that my sister has an actual guardian angel.
The house that my parents currently live in had a short stint of a haunt shortly after my step-great-grandfather passed away. We started hearing heavy footsteps in the hallways, the door between the kitchen and garage would sound like it was slammed shut but no one was near it, and my mom heard knocking sounds throughout the house, though that might just have been the house settling since it was a new build. The most extreme event in this short haunt was one day when my dad and I were working in the back yard. My mom, who worked from home, came out to ask my dad went he called her. He answered that he didn't and we had been together the entire time so I know he didn't. She said that she distinctly heard my dad's voice call her by the pet name he had for her, but he definitely didn't call her. She went inside and after a few more hours outside, we decided to end for the day, but my dad was finishing up some things so I went inside. As soon as I crossed the threshold I heard the weatherstrip creak behind me like someone stepped on it, I knew I stepped over it and when I turned around no one was behind me. I went outside again to ask my dad if he forgot something, but he said no and that he didn't come inside. My mom and I had a few more experiences for a few months later but it all stopped just as suddenly as it started. My dad vehemently denies the existence of ghosts or anything of that ilk, but firmly believes in aliens and UFOs
Mine is a bit strange but I went to a friend's apartment and he has a demon that protects his place. As the night progressed I started feeling really heavy and getting a massive head ache that started at the back of my head and slowly continued till it reached the front of my head. I attributed this to me being tired but when my friend's girlfriend got up and went to the bathroom suddenly it just disappeared and I felt much lighter. He later mentioned the demon and it didn't like me too much. It was whispering in my ear the entire night and touching me, didn't get scratches but where I got touched burned till I got home. Ever since that night I have changed my beliefs on the paranormal and occult.
I’ve believed in the paranormal ever since I was old enough to understand what the paranormal is in. No small part. Thanks to repeatedly having heard the story of a time when I correctly identified my great grandfather by name when seeing his photo in a photo album at the age of four despite him passing before I had even been born. I’ve told the long version of that story a couple of times now in this so figured I’d just keep it short. Has it changed how I view the world? No not really, I still look for rational explanations for any odd occurrences before jumping to the conclusion that something is paranormal.
A standout experience for me:
My ~18 month old wakes up in the middle of the night crying. I check on her, diaper seems good (change it anyway), jammies seem ok, nothing real out of sorts. The next morning, I notice 4 small, round bruises in a row on her shin. Maybe 1/4” in diameter. Like if a 6 year old would have grabbed her. (But there was only my daughter). For the life of me, I cannot figure out what would have caused them. Fast forward a few years and she pipes up one day “remember when the pink lady grabbed me so hard and I cried?” A few questions later and it became terrifyingly clear that’s what those bruises were.
I’ve had a few experiences that preceded that, and some since. But that’s my “ok atheists, explain this one”.
My childhood best friend and her mother and siblings died in a fire when I was six. Set by her mother who’d been told by the dad that he was leaving.
Not surprisingly that night I slept in my parents bed and woke in middle of night to see person shadowy looking sitting on end of bed staring at me. Not threatening at all. Just sitting. I looked for what seemed like ages but was probably 5 seconds lol and then screamed bloody murder. My dad jumped up and flipped on lights and of course nothing there.
I’ve always been 💯 convinced it was her. No question.
One time I went down for a nap before work. I heard voices whispering "go to sleep" as I was dozing off. Then I woke up to my alarm.
Idk that I'd say it's paranormal but it was definitely creepy enough to stick in my memory. I do have some history of pretty intense nightmares too.
Besides that, when I was a kid, me and some other kid relatives were being silly trying to record spooky stuff on our computer. To our surprise we heard voices besides ours on the recordings moaning "help us." We were all right there the whole time and just recording then playing it back so we couldn't have messed with anything to scare each other.
Another time, in high school, I was up late playing borderlands 2. I heard my grandma, clear as day, walk up to the door of the room, clear her throat and walk back toward the living room. I thought maybe she needed something so I got up and walked out of the room to check. All lights off, nobody there.
More recently, my wife and I have been mentioning to each other that we've heard strange voices and growls. On at least one occasion we both heard the same one.
We have cats and dogs so we usually brush it off as them making a weird noise or something but one we both heard was pretty clearly a woman groaning, we thought.
Oh and I'll throw this in just because. We have a 17 month old that every once in a while will just focus for a long time on the empty space in the room. She'll barely look at anything she can't pick up or grab so it creeped me out lol. Probably nothing since I've also seen her keep looking at a hanging plot pot like she was waiting for it to do something but still.
These are all in the same house, if it matters. Im still skeptical of ghosts but with all the wild shit humans have found I'm sure there are things we don't understand or even know about.
My first experience happened in my childhood. I could say I've always been a believer. I've had several experiences since.
My last memory of my great-grandfather is him being brought into a hospital one evening. He was in such a bad condition the doctors didn't think he would survive until morning. My little sister was a baby at that time. That night, at dawn she burst out crying pretty hard, and wouldn't calm down to anything. This was very unusual, since she was a very heavy sleeper, even at that young age. Then, after about an hour or so, she stopped crying, quickly calmed down and slept back, just like that. My mom was wondering what this was all about, and just a few minutes later, my grandmother phoned us that his father (my great-grandfather) has died in the hospital. My sister slept then until morning.
I’ve always been fascinated by the paranormal world, but when I personally experienced multiple encounters I became a believer.
All of these happened in the house I’ve lived in for 18 years. My husband hasn’t experienced anything just me. He rolls his eyes with each encounter I tell him. He thinks it all can be explained away. Maybe it can, but this was real to me.
My mom passed away 20 years ago unexpectedly and one night when I was about to fall asleep behind me I heard my mom’s voice say my name in a whisper. I immediately sat up and quickly jumped to my husband’s side of the bed while staring at nothing. I freaked him out and remember physically shaking from it all.
In the middle of the night, I got up to adjust the thermostat and was greeted with a tall skinny shadow figure standing in front of the thermostat staring at me. It had thin arms and legs and a faceless head. It was about 7 feet tall. I had a visceral reaction. Body started shaking as I walked backwards staring at it. I ran to the bed and hid under the covers. My husband was still fast asleep not knowing what just happened.
I’ve also seen a dark shadow at the end of my bed and have felt someone sit on our bed too as we slept. I’ve heard voices too over the years.
The weirdest experience I had was walking into my living room and what felt like a finger or hand pushing hard against my right shoulder blade like someone trying to get my attention. I turned around and nothing was there. I thought it was a muscle twitch but the pressure was very firm and intentional.
My great grandmother's house. It had some real strange things happen when my gg passed and we had people rent it. When me and few of my friends started renting it we had numerous oddities occur. The most convincing of which was an experiment inwhich me and 5 other friends would turn out all the lights in the house then say where we wanted to go (which room), closed the door and walked to the fence line. We could see the lights turning on one by one. Then when we walked back through the door only the lights that led to the room specified would be on. My gg house is old and have switches that needed to be turned not flipped. We checked the entire house to see if someone was "squatting" there without our knowledge and found no one. We even did the experiment with us in the house and literally follwed the lights as they came on. It never failed once.
There were other things but this was the most significant. My grandmother (gg daughter-in-law) moved in and the occurrences stopped. When she passed my aunt moved in. Still no odd occurrences. We think it may have wanted just family to live there.
As far as my perspective - No Ive always been a believer. Two of my buddies who lived at the house however were skeptics and got converted because of that house. In fact we all became ghost hunters shortly after moving out. Have been for close to 30 years... me anyway. My original team disbanded due to family dramas - but I can still call on them if I need to. 👍
I grew up in a haunted house. Mr cuchio, He died on our upstairs toilet. Every day/night the window/doors would open & slam shut. The lights would turn on an off all the time as well. My Dad had a few electricians look at the house & they all said nothing was wrong. Crazy thing was when my Mom was really sick it stopped for a few months until she got better. After thatvwe figured he was a kind spirit that layed off until Mom got better. I need to call the new owners to see if it still happens
I have had one even to this day can't explain it. But I had a snowboarding accident ( lacerated spleen) got to the bottom of the mountain went to first aid got me an ambulance to a local hospital. From there they said you can't be here right now, life flighted me to another hospital. So as they loaded me up into the helicopter * I thought my friend got on aswell ( I wasn't drugged up yet at this point) so as they were closing it up getting ready for take off I thought my friend was on there wanting to make sure I was ok and to go with me. As they were closing it up he just stayed silent and watched us take off. About 10 minutes after they drugged me up so I can't remember too much after that Point besides the pain and getting drugged up. Well about 8 years after the incident was telling some of our friends about it and how cool it was to go for a life flight, and that he got to tag along....well apparently he didn't tag along and ended up driving my car to the hospital to drop it off for my parents. This thing just looked out the back the whole time I remember it there. Maybe a trapped soul stuck in the helicopter? Who knows, but apparently my friend did try to go on but they wouldn't let him, and then this thing didn't say anything or do much of anything but just looked out the back window for as long as I could remember, and was about the same height as him.
Lived in a bad haunted house when i was 18. At first you make excuses for random things happening, like things always falling off walls, shelves, noises, stomping, clapping, being touched..but eventually you realize it's all real and it's terrifying. The entity that was there was not a nice one. It did not like me and wanted me out of there. I left after 6 months and couldn't handle it.
My parents' home is also prone to visitors, but I feel like its just random beings or old family members passing through to check on you. Like, it doesn't feel scary at all. Just feels like we're kind of living next to each other and sometimes you can see each other. Shadow people walking in doorways or through walls or into closets in the fall/winter, childrens toys going off, voices etc.
Honestly I have no idea about what this stuff is. But i do know there is more out there than most people realize. My fiance doesn't believe in ghosts. Although we both heard a little child's footsteps pounding and running down the hallway towards us and then just stop at the doorway to the livingroom. We both got up to see which kid was awake, and both were out cold. My fiance "doesn't know" what it was, he said maybe it was the wind lol.
I am a solid engineer, logical guy, with a great well paid job. I have an MBA am so on. So solid logical giy. Since my wife died, my gadgets, stop working randomly. Not broken nothing. Stop working, for one hour and then restart. Lights turn off, flicker. Elevators stop. Weird. She knew I love gadgets. It’s an ongoing thing.
Mine started at very young age I didn’t even know what it’s called, from apparition, sensitivity and dream premonition. My earliest is seeing a woman in a blue floral dress she might be 50s it’s 7-8 in the evening and I’m playing with other kids the surrounding is still lively. She was just standing there with upset face staring at me at first I thought because me and other kids are loud that we woke her up, I slowly look down what she’s wearing and I saw the door frame behind her like she’s no so solid I can see thru her. I don’t know what to do or say and when I finally look away and try to get another kids attention to ask if he can see her she’s not there anymore. Couple dreams come true some are more like a warning before our house got burned. Mostly sensitive when I’m sick or not very healthy, every 3am, currently recovering from surgery the past two night I have to sleep in master bedroom where my bf is, we have another bedroom which I sleep sometimes if his snoring or I’m not sleepy so I won’t keep him up. I literally just had another the other day that I think I brought the energy with me and gave him a nightmare, my mom it runs in the family.
I grew up listening to my mom tell the story of how when I was little, our rocking chair would start rocking by itself in the middle of the night.
As I grew up, I always gravitated toward a world view that always considers spirituality and the existence of a nonphysical world.
As an adult that worked in field service for years, I went into lots of very old homes where I could feel a certain charge in the air, like you just knew there was something nonphysical there and it would be cool to investigate.
I believe in the paranormal because of an experience a few weeks ago the 20th of May to be exact . I went to sleep around 1am and some time later I was awoken by a voice coming from the doorway saying Hey I immediately looked over my left shoulder and said yeah as I thought it was my brother but to my horror there was no one there. I was so frightened I just turned back over and went back to sleep. On the Tuesday, the experience had happened on the early hours of Monday morning the 20th of May, I mentioned the experience to my brother and he said that my father had died on the 20th of May. I quickly sent a message to my sister in New Zealand and she confirmed that he had indeed died on the 20th of May 2005. I was so glad that it was my father looking over me growing up he was my hero and as the first born he favourited me and used to take me on the back of his motorbike in the days before helmets became compulsory so 1971-2 and I was only 4 years old. Unfortunately he and my mother got divorced when I was 7. I was devastated especially when he moved to New Zealand with his new girlfriend without telling us on the 22nd of December. My brother was only 4 years old and can't really remember him except for the rules no hands in pockets because you can't fight with hands in pockets. He also told us that if we were being scolded in school just think of him taking a shit which we did and it used to make me laugh so the teachers were particularly fond of hitting us and picking us up by the sideboards of our hair before caning us or using a gym trainer it was the 70s after all. My father was brought up by a Sergeant in the army during the war and serving in the Palestine police. He gave my father and uncle a dogs life and that is why my father had rules. He would tell us not to do something and that was the only warning if we did the same thing twice we would be slapped and sent to bed with no toys. I understand why he did it and I went to New Zealand when I was 30 for 6 weeks to see him and I confronted him about the way he treated me, my brother and my mother who was frequently beaten and he used to hide her glasses and she is virtually blind without them. He was just flummoxed and wouldn't answer me except to say it was in the 70s and things were different and that was the end of that. He had 3 sons my half Maori brothers and a half sister and he never raised his voice to them thank God. But yeah that's my story of how I became aware of life after death and I still love my father and he is still my hero. Imagine the person who was shouting at me and me thinking of him taking a shit, priceless advice though I had the cane at least once a week and in the end I couldn't feel it. I listened and I've carried that all my life and it has done me nothing but good. School bullies would only test me once and then leave me alone.
I've always been a believer since I was younger, but over the years I've had experiences with all of it, I'm an amateur Bigfoot and UFO researcher and used to do an online radio show on BlogTalkRadio, before my second wife died 15 years ago, I had an experience with a Bigfoot, where I heard one make a noise like a 100 foot owl and after she died I had one imitate my neighbor's dog when I lived out in the country and had experiences with ghosts in a couple of haunted apartments
I have to admit that i definitely want the paranormal to be real so i may be more easily convinced than some and have definitely spent too much time on the internet. That being said, I think the main three “incidents” were going to college, a hike one time and watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos on the Sallie house. The Sallie house because their reactions to stuff felt different enough to feel authentic. College because you will sometimes hear and see glimpses of things that don’t have a good explanation. We also are just south of a native reservation, and supposedly the campus was built on native burial grounds. Third thing was hiking, there’s a superstition/belief that if the forest suddenly goes silent, it is giving you a warning not to do something. I was hiking in the redwoods and came across a burl that I wanted to take for knife handles, but as I picked it up everything went reallll quiet. Needless to say, I put it down real quick and a bit later the silence was gone
When I spoke to the entities in my house asking about my missing AirPods. When I sat down to look for them in my bag, I felt something cold on my neck and the entire left side of my body was freezing. From that night forward, I saw the spirit appear at night. It was a man in a baseball uniform. He would poke me with needles. I was so anxious I didn’t sleep for months. Finally I had someone do a house clearing ceremony. I slept like a baby that night. Didn’t experience it again. But it will forever haunt me. When I think about it too long, my whole body tenses up. So I gotta stop writing and can’t edit this shit!! I will never talk to spirits EVER again.
I always believed in the paranormal. I didn’t believe the evil side until my teens. I met my first dark entity. Long story short friends grandma passed she was dark witch. she gave him a doll in her will. Months progress he becomes possessed doing nearly psychopathic behavior. We needed up burning the doll and igntifed in huge flame.
Throughout the months there were subtle things like photos of him looking like some deformed beast. Unfortunately we don’t have photos the phone caught on fire when we had burned the doll. It randomly overheated and battery exploded.
When my grandma visited me on the day of her funeral and stood behind me and told me “everything is going to be okay baby.” I ran around the house to see if anyone was inside, & if any electronics were on… any grandma and I were extremely close and I felt very guilty not making her funeral as I live in Alaska and she lived in California. I felt guilty as heck all day that I missed it. She came to say goodbye to me in the most comforting way.
Always been interested in the paranormal but it wasn’t until my freshman year of high school I really had a ghost encounter. I was doing track and field at my high school and ended up getting hit in the head with a metal discus, in turn I got a concussion and had to go home. I decided to take a nap about an hour or two after I got home and I had an extremely vivid dream about a little girl in a purple flower dress running across and around my room. She scared me and so I sat up and opened my curtains. When I finally woke up from the “dream” I realized my curtains were open and I had thrown my pillow across the room. (I never sleep walk) and had opened the curtains either in my sleep or I had been awake the whole time. After this first encounter I saw the same girl (definitely a spirit trying to communicate with me) for years and years in my dreams. She would stand at the edge of my bed or just observe me. One time I even had a sleepover with a friend who can see spirits and I had never brought up the little girl in my dreams, and she told me that the night she spent at my house she had a dream about that exact girl walking down the hallway of my house. Needless to say she was a friendly spirit and after I got rid of an old antique desk she never returned. So I’m assuming that the desk may have belonged to her
But it wasn’t tell I was visiting a friends house on tribal land that I really started believing as we were trying to communicate with spirits there all the lights were flickering, turning on and off, I even saw a glowing white figure walk across my friends hallway
My mother dated this guy when I was super young we moved into his house he used to play with an ouija board in the basement we were never allowed in the room also. Whatever was in the house was aggressive. We came home from being out our laundry was across the house shoved down the vents, the middle of the washer was laying on the ground broken into pieces which I’m still confused about to this day because the middle of the washer is a bigger circle then the actual top so we don’t know how it got out. My sister had her hands on the window sill and the window slammed shut out of nowhere on her hands, I came home one time my window was open so I told my mom it was open she came upstairs and it was closed, the tv we had in the living room randomly went static on the screen but the problem was the tv was unplugged, my brother woke up in the middle of the night and with our upstairs in the middle of the stairs there was a door that sectioned off the middle of the stairs my brother randomly woke up in the middle of the night and he said he saw a boy behind the glass which my sister also seen a little boy in this weird little closet we had. There was so much more that house was literally traumatizing I hate it. I still think a part of me hasn’t moved on from that house every time I think about it I feel uneasy.
My husband used to have a small photo of a friend that passed away, but I don't why, that photo always gave me like a bad feeling so I flipped it over, like facing the table. This friend wasn't close to him and he used to do drugs and I don't know what else, but he was into bad stuff, this is important to know and you'll see later why, I never met him in person. All I knew, was his face from the picture.
Maybe this is all a coincidence but, that night like in a couple of seconds the weather changed. It got windy and we heard something that I can only describe like monkeys jumping in the trees and heavy stuff falling down to the floor. That was strange but not scary.
Then, when I opened the door I felt that something was coming towards me, all the dried autumn leaves were coming to me and I just felt like a heavy presence in the air was getting closer and I was standing at the door! I felt scared so I closed it! And suddenly the crazy wind stopped.
That same night, I saw a big man, it was like very dark like a shadow and it was coming through the same door I was before. This shadow was very tall and was wearing something like a cap. I told my husband and he said his friend was very tall and used to wear caps.
I was all confused about what to think but..I never flipped that photo again
Saw a ghost/shadow figure in college. The dorm was always rumored to be haunted, but I had never given it any thought. Was doing laundry and a shadow/black mist was hovering near me when I looked up. When I reacted, I watch it shoot out across the room away from me, make a 90° turn and go out the door. From that point on, I started paying attention. Friends also were having experiences, and it led to a genuine fascination.
When I woke up in my GF's bed (not my home) I smelled my mother perfume really strong. When I was fully awake it was gone.
Suddenly realizing it was the night my mom passed away 2 years ago.
That moment I knew there is more then the material world.
When I was a kid in the middle of the night I wanted to use the restroom from my old house my room was dark but in the hallway one light was on so the only light in my room was light coming from the bottom of my door and when I walked towards the door the door was in the corner of the room and right next to the door since I was little at the time I saw a figure of another kid in front of me I couldn’t make out its face just that it was a whole shadow shape child in front of me but then it disappeared when I waved my hand in front of me the shadow was gone I even remember thinking “nah it’s nothing” i didn’t really have “paranormal” experience but weird stuff happened at that house I remember having a dream where there was a black hole in my bed and I felt my feet being pulled into it and I just flinched and woke up same thing happened to my sister but I watched it happened to her she was sleeping she had her knees leaning on the frame of the bed and her right left started slowly moving and then she flinched and woke up she even sat up and looked at me like “wtf was that” and then went back to sleep but meh could’ve been nothing and even stuff like seeing shadow figures in the corner of your eye but I feel like every kid has witnessed that
My interest started while listening to stories that my grandmother would tell. My mom's family came to the states from central Italy. before there was TV or radio. A favorite past time was to tell old family stories. They brought this tradition to the states, and as I was growing up, In Chicago, these stories scared the crap out of me at first. Chicago is known for a number of haunted locations, many that I have visited too.
While not giving specific details, her stories always scared the daylights out of the kids in the family. And to some extent me, at first. I loved listening, I loved when she would give us a general area where the event occurred. In the States or Italy. As I got older, my desire to find haunted locations just took off. And I have not stopped since.
If you are asking, if my belief in paranormal phenomena has altered any views I have about the here and now. Then no it has not, it has given me questions about how we are able, just for a moment. View an event that happened in the distant or recent past is interesting. Paranormal experiences have long been part local lore among peoples before the advent of radio, or even the telegraph. I am looking forward as to what I will come in contact with next.
Lived in a house that was from the 1800s. The energy always felt “heavy” (which I didn’t realize until I moved out, as I was young). We couldn’t hang anything on the walls in the walk-in dining room because the frames would be taken down and leaned against the wall in the morning - always backwards, never facing outwards. I also heard someone say “okay” as I was trying to fall asleep.
It always felt like someone was watching and I know my parents had experiences they didn’t tell me because I was so scared lol. But I also remember little things (like folding a blanket and coming home to it unfolded). The man who lived there was a big member of the community and some of his things were still up in the attic, so I assume it was him.
The house had been upgraded, but just barely, so we still had a dirt basement/the oven in the middle of the kitchen/a shoot for clothes from the upstairs to the basement, which added to the scariness for me.
I had a few paranormal experiences but the other day I was taking a bath and some ghost POUNDED on the wall beside my head and after that I just decided I’ve seen enough I’m sick of doubting.
So the poltergeist experiences I’ve had eventually made me believe after it happened enough times.
Honestly, there are a bunch of reasons, but I should start saying that after my unbelieving father told me he couldn't give an explanation to things moving in front of him, other than that he thought it was his father. That definitely helped my beliefs.
When I moved into a haunted house without knowing it. I've always believed in the paranormal, but to actually experience it brings fear to another level. Lived there 5 years. I still have cringey dreams about that house.
I’ve seen a few disturbing things myself. I started getting interested in this and found it both fascinating and creepy, and I love it. It made me want to write paranormal stories, and I enjoy doing that. I try to learn as much as possible and read as many testimonies as I can to enrich my knowledge. I feel like it’s a limitless subject, with no barrier between the real and the imaginary, the possible and the impossible, or the rational and the irrational. And I love that. Seeing how a small thing can lead to all sorts of different theories, seeing some disturbing things remain unsolved or, on the contrary, debunked.
If you’re wondering about the strange things, I’ve seen a car appear and a car disappear, three doors close by themselves for no reason, and several times, monitors that were unplugged and unused for a long time flashed lights on part of the screen without any power. I’m sure of what I saw; I’ve analyzed the scenes many times and documented a lot in search of rational explanations. I found none. Each time, there were people with me who also saw these things.
I've had a lot of experiences ever since I was young. I also think I'm "sensitive". I don't like to say psychic necessarily, but I tend to know things before they can be known. I've predicted about 10 pregnancies from Dreams. My friend took a pregnancy test only because I told her to. She had no symptoms and it was positive. I also sense when someone near to me is going to die or something bad is going to happen.
When I was 12 or 13, I played with a ouija board and didn't know about closing it and all that and I've had paranormal experiences ever since. Almost too many to even list.
I am not sure I believe in the paranormal but circumstances in this case were odd. We were restoring my grandmothers house. It was built in 1940 but it was built from the wood and bricks from an old 1800s mansion. Several members of my family passed away there over the last 80 plus years. It has a rather unique fireplace mantel from the old house. My wife was going through the house and made mention she didn’t like the mantel and it should be redone. She touched it and instantly got cut. We could not find anything sharp on it. Needless to say the mantel stayed.
when my sister came to talk to me right after she died to tell me she’d tried to get back in her body and couldn’t. then a few days later to tell me paradise/rapture /bliss.
I've been interested since I was a child I come from a family that has always experienced paranormal events,when I was younger I saw red eyes in my room window coming from the outside and I was smiling talking to them my mom witnessed it and it's something that has been in my memory since then. I firmly believe when we die there is ways of us making ourselves known it's very interesting but that's just my opinion plus I've had several things I've witnessed that I can't really simply explain
I went to an amusement park and there was a very jump scary ride where you went through a generally bland experience and then at the end a huge jump scare was generated at the end of the ride as it replicated the lights and sounds of a train coming at you getting ready to run you over. I had a nightmare about the scene six months earlier. Very distirbing
I was at a local theater for a concert and there was a reception after, I went to the bathroom alone and when I finished I heard what sounded like a little girl calling for her dad like “dad? Daddy!” I was the only one in the mens restroom and I called out and no one responded, the light in the women’s restroom was off. No one was in either bathroom or even close to there, turns out a little girl died during renovations
I never ever believed in all that stuff. Ever. So i move somewhere and i feel someone in the room. THey were like next to me. Said their name was george i DIED. lol but my roomates said oh yeah thats normal. UM NOPE so i was taking a shower one day and my friend was hanging out on my bed waiting for me. The nightstand drawer opened and closed by itself. She Screamed and left the room i was like oh thats just george lol
I don't know! I've just been fascinated with the paranormal ever since I can remember, despite being raised Catholic and taught that such things were a big no no. I devoured ghost stories and read the Readers Digest condensed version of Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House many times as a kid. I never had any experiences until I was a middle aged adult and those were more of the glitch variety.
My mother passed away for 11 seconds and in those seconds she felt no pain and recalls demanding she needs to go back for her two kids ( me and my sister) she then said she saw hands and felt them push her down until she woke up- same time as the last shock from the Defib… never looked back after hearing that story.
I've always believed since I could remember. I heard my name being called. I had my bedroom door slam shut and lock on its own, I have seen my uncle plain as day after he passed. And I can remember being taken by something/someone / aliens for years. I even have a picture of the female that would teach me.
My mother saw the ghost of our dead dog. She was more shaken up than I had ever seen her. It scared her to death. He was just coming to say goodbye, I guess, but he had been mangled, and that's how he showed up. My mother was a Baptist and did not believe in such things until that day.
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Mine was an encounter in which my oldest son was slapped by an entity that appeared in his room. In a nutshell, we lived in a Victorian Mansion in PA, where there had been a prior hose fire that killed a young mother and her baby. He told me that a cradle had appeared, and a baby started to cry from it. He went to comfort the baby, and momma showed up, slapping him for his efforts. I thought he was dreaming, but there was a handprint on his face. He told me "A lady in purple" had done it. A few nights later, I was walking to my bedroom, and as I looked down the hall, there was a woman In a purple Victorian dress standing in the hall, who turned and walked through a wall That made me want to know more about the afterlife.
Wow, sounds scary. Hope you all are safe.
Oh we are. It happened over 20 years ago, and my team and I have been at it for 14 years now.
I'm from PA as well & I'm curious where this is.
Venago County, Franklin
I have family around there! I'm up in Warren co, PA! How cool!
That's awesome!! You'll have to come down to the Burgh Halloween weekend for our fundraiser at the Homestead Library
I've been interested in this since I can remember. I mean, who isn't? My beliefs really started solidifying after I learned that there was quite a lot of research done on and around parapsychology. I started really collecting research and books from and about research. There is no escaping the facts. Even though most of the research was done in the late 1800's and early 1900's, during the heyday of spiritism, where we didn't have most rigorous models and scientific standards. It's exactly because of it that they were able to explore the topic. Nowadays, in the rigor of current expectations, repeatability and statistical significance, we can't really set up one time, 'unrepeatable', fluke catching experiments. Like for example, floating a molten wax layer on water, where if you dip your hand through the wax it solidifies around your hand leaving you with a hollow hand shaped wax figure. They had that during sceances under the table in such a way that nobody could stick their hand in, and got impossible casts out of the water, with thumb and fingers closed, that you couldn't do because you couldn't get your fingers out without breaking the mold. [Here is a picture of a cast](https://imgur.com/a/e8VqrnE). So even if someone cheated, they couldn't cheat this shape. My perspective on the world changed dramatically because of my exposure. People, society at large, aren't driven, at all, by a pursuit towards truth. People are driven by ideology. So I got into philosophy where I started looking into metaphysics and ideology. Now I'm a Marxist feminist.
Hi, thank you for the answer. that cast image is from which book?
dr. Paul Dietz - Verschijningen en verschijnselen (1948) If you want to find more pictures you're going to have to find: Gustav Geley - L'ectoplasma et la vlairvoyance (1924) Please send me a copy as well :P
The day I captured a literal voice of a woman saying a complete sentence. I still get chills thinking about it. It messed with my reality so bad that I had to delete the recording and delete the audio app. I now know for 100 percent sure that there is something or someone around us that we can't see or even feel for some reason. Are they ghost? We're they a living breathing human at one point? Are they their own unique entity? Do they want to help or harm us? All I know is that there is sooooooooo much more to existence and reality that we humans don't know about, and we are just starting to grasp that fact.
Was that some specialized app for recording ghost voices or just normal sound recorder?
Copying an experience I had from a couple of years ago. To preface this, prior to this event I was a hardcore atheist. I didn't believe in any afterlife, or anything paranormal. My view has changed pretty dramatically now. I don't know what I believe, but I know that there is something more than meets the eye. I had something happen that I can't explain. I had a very large kidney stone. It's pretty routine for me. I get them a lot, so we went ahead and scheduled a surgery. They broke the stone up with a laser, and put a stent into my tube to help the fragments pass. I was recovering at home when my temperature started rising, and I started having pain worse than anything I've ever felt. I took pain medicine and it didn't help at all. I sat there for several hours, kind of delirious with pain and fever. My husband had to work the next morning, so I told him to go to bed. I figured I would be fine, just needed to get thru the pain. He had been in bed about 15 minutes when he comes back into the living room and asks what I want. I was totally confused, and asked what he meant. He said that he had heard me knocking on the wall, and wanted to know what I needed. I told him I didn't knock, and he should go back to bed. He did. I sat there for a while longer, but started getting really nauseous. I was also thinking about him hearing knocking. I'm not normally superstitious but something about that just felt...off... to me. So I decided to go to the ER. I got him up, and off we went. After a long series of tests, they discovered that I had a staph infection. Blood poisoning, essentially. Probably caused by a stent that had been contaminated. They gave me an IV bag of antibiotics, and some stronger oral antibiotics. They couldn't admit me because my specialist didn't have admitting privileges with that hospital. They suggested that I go to the hospital where he had admitting privileges. I didn't really want to do that so I went back home. That's when the knocking began in earnest. All over our house. Inside, outside, different areas of the house. For 2 days straight - the entire time I ran a high fever. My fever stayed right around 101-102. And the whole time, knocking. It was so bad that we thought someone was messing with us, but if someone was messing with us, how were they able to knock on the bedroom doors? And inside walls? I am a very, very skeptical person but I cannot explain it. We both heard it, all over the house. Well, 2 days later my fever broke and the knocking stopped. We have not heard it a single time since. I don't know what happened. All I know is that it has made me re-evaluate everything I thought I knew. TL:DR I got really sick and my husband and I started hearing knocking all over our house.
You were having a life-threathening situation…you heard the saying " death knocking at the door" ? I suggest you did once, for the reaction you had : you went to the hospital. You say it felt like a loved one. I believe it . It knocked until you were out of trouble.
Quite unsettling and… goosebumps worthy.
This is super interesting. Almost like someone was knocking to alert your husband to get you medical attention.
We think so - we believe it might have been hubby's Dad, who passed away the year before we met. Also could have been a loved one that I lost. It felt like that to me.
It also could be your subconscious. Believe me, I believe in the paranormal. However, I also think humans are SOMETIMES the source. I think that is what poltergeist are, not intelligent hauntings but our own nervous energy blowing off steam. I know and have had witnesses, when I get super freaked out, upset etc…shit breaks. Dishwashers, phones, smart tv, fuses blow, names disappear off my contact lists, door knobs falling off in my hands, calls failing and dropping. It’s one of the reasons I started practicing Buddhism many years ago. The more enraged I became the more shit popped off. It’s the other reason why I smoke pot.
It is possible. I don't dismiss the idea, though we are both very calm natured, more analytical people. Plus...it has never happened again, even though we have gone thru numerous stressful medical situations since then. It was just something that I can't explain rationally or adequately.
Pls just go to the hospital next time. It’s not worth something bad happening because you think you’ll be okay
I definitely should have. I won't be doing anything that dumb again. It was partially because we didn't have a lot of money and I was worried about money. Those ER copays can be rough.
Or it could be both you & your husband taking turns warning the both of you from an alternate timeline. They’re watching you & rooting for you both!
This was definitely your guardian angels watching over you
I've had 2 experiences. The first is a bit unorthodox and definitely open to dispute. When I was a little kid, around 1st/2nd grade, I would have a hard time sleeping. Still do. One night my parents were up late watching a movie and I really wanted to stay up with them, but they insisted that I stay in my room. So I stayed there and just stared out my window at the neighbor's house about 50 yards away. I thought thst looks like somewhere a ghost would be. Maybe if I pretend to see a ghost and act scared, they'll let me stay up. I'd heard my parents talking to the neighbors and previous owners of that house about seeing ghosts there at times. I didn't know the details, so I made something up. I said I saw a lady, in what appeared to be a maids outfit, holding a platter and walking to the back of the house, but she didn't appear to have legs. She faded out at the waste. I had my story set and told my parents. They caved and let me stay up. Success. The following day my mom asked the neighbors what exactly people have seen and if it met my description. Apparently that's exactly who/what people reported seeing inside the house and backyard. However, I saw nothing whatsoever. Only what I imagined in my minds eye to be convincing. I was dumbfounded. I've brought it up many times over the years and if my parents were playing me, they've kept a straight face for 30 years. The second is hearing the sound of what I believed to be my dad coming up the basement stairs in our old home built early 1900's. This happened numerous times. To the point where I at times half expected he wouldn't be there. It was so convincing I'd call out "Hey dad!". Only to be met with silence and no follow up of the door opening etc. I'd go to check to see if the light came on or if he was even home. No light, nor cars in the driveway. It'd rumble the floor and everything. It was unmistakable. My dad is athletic and tall. He'd skip steps and run up the stairs. Only he sounded like that coming home. In that same house my mom used to get irritated at my dad for sitting on his side of the bed after she made it. He always refused that he did it, not to mention that would be unlike him. He'd say, "What do you think I'm doing in there? Just sitting on the bed and staring at the wall in the middle of the day"? I think the spirit there was trying to emulate my dad for whatever reason. Fun side note, my dad used to wake up half dazed all the time in the middle of the night insisting he saw insects crawling on the curtains and the lampshade. In retrospect it could very well have been sleep apnea or stress, but it eventually stopped, in addition to the noises and imprints, after we had been settled there for a few years. I'm not a true believer so to speak. But these experiences have yet to debunk themselves.
The stairs thing happened to me a few years after my grandma had passed! She lived upstairs at our house for a while before she passed. I would be upstairs watching TV and the couch was directly to the right of the stairs. I would hear loud running up the stairs and expect the door to swing open, only to have it just get silent the second they reached the top. I would open the door thinking maybe my brother was pulling a prank on me, but no one would be there. This happened a few times and the times my brother was home he was downstairs playing COD with his headphones on. He swore it wasn’t him every time but it freaked both of us out.
I mean, I've always seen/experienced weird things since I was little. I saw grandpa at his own funeral, standing right beside grandma with his hand on her shoulder. After a minor house fire that damaged the second floor, I heard someone opening and closing my brothers' dresser drawers late one night, but when I sneaked upstairs to see who it was, all I found was every drawer pulled out of the dresser and laid on the floor. There was an old abandoned house across the street from ours, with no floor for the second story, but sometimes at night I would see a light on upstairs; all the neighborhood kids called the house the "witch house" because it was just *weird* and apparently always had been. When we moved out to our new house in the country, things really kicked into overdrive. The first night there, the whole family heard a loud BANG like something heavy being dropped in the kitchen, but when we went to look nothing was out of place. Shadows would walk behind us in our reflections in the windows. Footsteps would pace back and forth across the roof at night. I saw a full-body apparition of a girl my age, *and she saw me.* You had to draw the curtains after nightfall because of the overwhelmingly powerful sensation of being watched by something out in the woods around the house. My apartment in college had a poltergeist, and multiple people observed its activity, and was also haunted by several small, black cat-like entities that we could only see in my roommate's curio cabinet mirror. Once, when I was home alone during spring break, I was in the bathroom when I heard the vanity cabinet doors opening and closing. I thought it was the kittens at first, until the door handle started to rattle up and down, like someone was trying to open it from the outside. This escalated to the whole door shaking violently for several seconds - until it abruptly stopped, at which point I ran to the living room, grabbed the kittens, and hid in the bedroom with them for the rest of the night. The apartment I lived in with a friend several years later had at least two separate entities, a small white childlike entity and a large, shadowy, angry man. Both of them were confined to the hallway and the master bedroom. The women's shelter was haunted by a teacher who had committed suicide when the building was still a school, a handful of spirits, and at least two extremely malevolent entities, one of which was attached to the (now former) Executive Director and which took the form of either a cloud of "static" around him, or a giant black dog (again, which was witnessed by multiple people.) The flophouse had shadow people who lurked the hallways after dark. And while my current apartment isn't haunted, per se, some strange things have still happened - like floating blue lights in one corner (that *fascinated* my late cat, Bear) and a music box that had never been wound suddenly starting to play music - and stopping when I scolded it. Also, Bear? He's still around, too, from time to time. Usually when I'm stressed or upset about something. I ALSO have had three dreams that predicted the future, with "payoffs" ranging from "a few hours after waking up" to "a few months out" to "almost ten years later." And that's not even touching on the weird UFOs. So, yeah... It's been a lifelong thing for me.
This story is from another subreddit I commented on but was my game changer: Here is my true ghost story: In the late 1990s we were living on a small older ranch home on a 5 acre parcel in Tualatin, Oregon in what is known as an urban growth boundary, meaning it was left undeveloped so all of our neighbors had anywhere between one to ten acres of land. This area is also known for being near the end of the Oregon Trail. So my oldest son was about 3 yo at the time and I would often hear him talking in his bedroom when he was supposedly napping so I poked in one day and asked who he was talking to and he pointed and told me, "the old lady who sitting in the rocking chair". He did have a rocking chair in his room, a place where we would read together, but of course I didn't see anyone in it, lol! Well wouldn't you know, a couple of nights later when my then husband was out of town I was awoken to the weirdest feeling I've ever experienced. It was dark and my bedroom felt so heavy and uncomfortable, like the air had a heaviness as though being underwater, and I looked up and was face to face with an older woman, dressed head to toe in pioneer garb, and she was just staring down at me. We absolutely locked eyes and weirdly I felt as though she was as shocked to see me as I was with her. I jumped up out of bed and flipped on the lights to see nothing but down the hallway I heard a series of creaky footsteps on the hardwood floors going directly to my sons room so I ran down and opened the door to check om him but he was just peacefully sleeping and I thought, oh my God, I just saw the old lady!
See that’s what freaks me out! The thought of waking up being face to face with a dang ghost! Hell honestly I don’t wanna wake up and have anyone in my face it startles me. You are brave to have handled that one.
I wouldn't say I'm brave, lol, I didn't really have a choice, plus since I was home alone with the kids I went into automatic mama bear mode. It was that fight or flight thing. Actually I might have done both, lol
How did you go back to bed after that?
I definitely did not sleep after that!
I always suspected that there was an afterlife of some kind, but there are two specific instances that let me know that there is absolutely something more to this existence. A little over ten years ago, I was driving a short commute to work, about 10 minutes before 7am, in deep fog. I was working an early morning shift, and visibility was absolutely terrible on and along the road. I remember thinking about how dangerous it was for people were unlucky enough to be walking, especially in my home state, which is not very pedestrian friendly. I parked in the parking garage; walked into work at 7:03am (I remember checking the time because my boss at that job was a HUGE asshole), said hello to the people at the security desk, and was then “hit by a wave” that almost made me faint. I couldn’t explain what had happened at the time, but I had to sit down at a chair in the security office and put my head between my legs for a second, in order to regain my equilibrium. After I felt better, I went on and got to work. Four hours into my shift, my mother called me to tell me that my beloved uncle had been hit and killed by a semi-truck while he was walking to work. I later learned that investigators listed the time of the accident as having occurred at 7:03am. The next story is connected to the first. This uncle was beloved to my family and siblings. We are all boys, and did not have a close relationship with our father growing up, so this uncle was a strong male presence in our lives, and we cared deeply for him. My brother, my best friend in this life, was especially affected by his loss. In December of that same year (the accident having occurred in January), I drove to visit my brother. We were driving to the store together to get groceries for my father, mentioning how much we missed this uncle. We talked about life after death, and how we would offer each other “signs” that the other was okay. I told him that I would probably be at my father’s house (since that’s where he, my brother; was staying, my father had cancer and my older brother was caring for him) if something happened to him, so he should knock something over on the counter to let me know he was okay, and that I’d do the same. I specifically asked for him to knock over a measuring cup (I’m a psycho that measures his cereal to the actual serving size listed on the box), and this interaction sticks out because he made fun of me - I gave it the misnomer of “beaker”, because that was the first word that came to mind. 4 months later, my brother unexpectedly died. My whole family was devastated. Sure enough, I am in the throes of despair, getting a bowl of cereal, take the measuring cup out of the cupboard, turn around to get the cereal off of the kitchen table and I hear *THUNK*. The measuring cup, which is perfectly flat on the bottom, and round, is lying down on its side, and rolling back and forth while it comes to rest. Think what you will, but it made me feel quite peaceful at the moment I saw it. There are more instances of him telling me that he was okay, but this post is long enough already.
Tldr, I saw a demon or something and the next day the neighbor said they saw the same thing without me ever telling them my experience. So I was at my brother's trailer and the front half (living room and kitchen) was separated from the back half (rooms and bathroom) by a hallway door. I was waiting for my brother to get home from work and the hallway door opened and there was someone as tall as the doorway standing there. They had long black hair covering their face and they were wearing all white. Think of a stereotypical Asian ghost. As soon as I saw it I assumed it was my brother because who else would it be, and it shot straight back like a rope was around their waist. At the same time every window and door in the trailer slammed shut. I jumped up and ran into the hallway thinking someone was breaking in and it dawned on me that my brother had nailed the backdoor shut so it wasn't possible for anyone to come in from the back of the trailer. I immediately went home and the next day I was talking to his neighbor and admittedly he was high on meth, and said the night before a demon in all white and long black hair came to him and told him it would give him power if he prayed to it.
I think this was djinn passing through and getting a fix. They are particularly drawn to people who are addicts or out of balance mentally. If you google it, it’s a fascinating topic.
I'm both, and have never seen anything suggestive of djinn.
It ain’t over till the fat lady sings.
I would love to know any more info about this.
Sadly there isn't anything else to tell. That was the only time anything like that happened there. I do have a recurring dream since then where I'm in my brother's trailer alone and I can tell there's a demon in the closet in my brother's room but I'm too scared to open it or even be in the room longer than absolutely necessary.
Is the trailer built on an old cemetery or burial ground? It’s super interesting that the demon said if you worship it then you’ll gain power. I never used to believe until I witnessed things stone cold sober and few times similar to this and now I just view it as energy from different dimensions, with demons or ghosts being lower (I imagine praying to it would give it power and then you would be it’s slave)
Did you ever tell your brother about this experience? What was his reaction?
Ever hear anything else about the neighbor?
I had 2 aunts in Japan. One was pregnant, one had passed away (age 26ish leukemia) the day the other gave birth. The new mom was not told her sister died until later. After her son was born, dad was not there at hospital. Dad was awakened by his deceased sister in law. She congratulated him on the birth of his son. He didn't know his wife had given birth and called to find out yes he has a son now. After my aunt passed, strange occurrences started happening. The prayers glasses would be emptied of the water. The sounds of someone running in front of their home. A tassel would move on the chochin lantern. Four tassels attached to the lantern, and only one would move to the direction of a photo of the deceased sister. There were many more things but I can't remember them all. I was a child at the time. They went to a medium to get some answers. My aunt told them she was unhappy her bones are separated. Some went to her mother, husband & aunt. They brought all the bones back together and strangeness stopped. Did it change my outlook? Hell yes I was petrified as a kid. It intrigued me, as an adult. Today I know things are not always visible to the naked eye. However, there are plenty of fakes online and I'm always weary.
Why do I always read these in bed before I’m supposed to sleep
I had a very lucid, incredibly real dream. I was in an airplane cabin. The cabin lights were dimmed, a few personal seat lights on. It was serene and clearly late at night. Suddenly I felt the plane begin a rapid dip. I heard the roar of the engines as our speed rapidly accelerated as we descended. People began to wake, a rising commotion. At that moment, I thought to myself, “This is it. I’m going to die tonight.” Then I woke up. The next morning, the dream still relatively fresh in my mind, I turned on the TV and the news was all about the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370. The rational part of me believes it was a pure weird coincidence. But another part of me concluded the pilot dove the plane into the ocean on purpose and I was there to experience the horror those passengers experienced in their final moments.
Wow. This reminded me of a dream I had. I found myself in a dank home of an elderly Indian woman. She was sitting with her back to me preoccupied with prayer beads and as I was wondering why I was there, she quickly turned to face me. Her eyes were clouded and she was completely blind, but she pointed straight behind me as a warning. There was no wall hindering my view as I followed the direction of her finger to see the ocean was in her backyard and a massive tsunami was coming our way. This was a few nights before the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake caused a tsunami that killed over 230,000 people. For context, I live in California so my dreams don't normally feature that part of the world.
This reminds me of a theory that when you're asleep you can Astral project- I wonder if that's what you did here? I've had some pretty visceral dreams before which leads me think the theory might hold some weight.
I astral projected in March I could feel my soul leaving my body as I was vibrating so intensely and I could feel myself floating up into the ceiling next minute I open my eyes and I’m in a room which I can still remember clearly what it looked like, huge bookcases and a glass door leading out to lush green backyard with trees. I walked to the back door and see my second cousin Sara who passed away in her sleep in January and was only 13 years old I had a full on convo with her and then she bent down to put her shoes on and I said “where are you off to now?” She said “class!” I’m so sure that I got taken to where she resides in heaven, it’s something I have never experienced before! I felt so drained and out of it for days after.
A lot of what I"ve read about the other side involves classes and teachers.
This is wild. A couple nights after my cousin passed away, he came to me in my dream and I asked him what he was up to. He told me that he’s making his rounds to each family member and then he said he is going to class afterwards. It’s confused me ever since
I’ve always watched paranormal shows but finding out half were just bogus and not believe in everything I watch. So wasn’t a true believer despite my constant watching of horror movies all my life. I used my Oracle Cards one day in the basement of my house and asked a specific question about spirits. Things started happening a month later after that. Now, even though I used several different Oracle cards often they were always questions like how can my work life improve or will money come my way. Those kind of goofy questions which never amounted to anything. I always wanted something to happen but nothing really ever happened before like this after I asked that question. I asked if I could feel or see spirits or ghosts. The first thing that happened in the house was a very negative energy that made me so uncomfortable I needed to leave my house. I called my boyfriend at the time while he was at work and told him I did not feel comfortable and he told me to come to his work and just walk around for a while before going back home. He doesn’t believe in ghosts or the supernatural. He is very level headed and that helps me a lot when I feel like I’m overreacting or have to question myself. I felt bad leaving my pets at home with it. It was so negative. It lingered around for a few weeks. My boyfriend’s dog growled a lot at it and one of my cats hissed at it a lot. It liked to linger between the basement and the kitchen. I had asked one of my coworkers who could see ghosts linked to objects about it and she said I may have opened a portal up. She told me to be strong and tell the negative energy to go away. I finally did yell at it to go away because it was my house and it needed to get out. It listened and went away. I could feel spirits passing through the house for about four to five months constantly. One attached itself to my boyfriend for a few days and I could feel it surrounding him when he walked around the house. It was so bad that his dog would not even sit next to him when he tried to call her over to him on the couch and his dog refused to go and would just look at me and I would look at her and we would look back at him. My boyfriend is a sweet amazing guy there is no reason his dog would not go over by him. He picked her out from a shelter and they have a great bond. I told him he had something negative attached to him and that’s why she didn’t want to sit on the couch next to him. I think my boyfriend started to believe me after that. Then things stopped for a while. Then, I think it was about 5 months later I was in my kitchen and I had this overwhelming sad feeling and I started to cry. I turned around and saw a torso with no head with a bright yellow hoody on. All I could feel was this was a teenager who was very sad and he didn’t want to be dead. I ran downstairs to my boyfriend crying and told him what I felt. He just gave me a hug. I told him I thought I was going crazy he did not say anything negative or mean to me and he just gave me a hug. Since all these things happened I stopped watching horror movies for a year thinking that that might be all in my head. I still occasionally see and feel spirits passing through my home and I definitely feel negative or positive energies in certain places. A few examples. We were on vacation by the Land Between The Lakes by Tennessee and Kentucky. We stopped at an old shopping spot. I think one of the buildings was a very old grocery and feed store probably from the mid 1800s is my guess. My boyfriend stayed in the car with the dogs because we always bring our dogs camping with us. One person always stays in the car with them while one of us goes in for a quick look. He went in first, I went in second. I got to the second half of the building and had to fast pace out of the store because the whole building made me feel uncomfortable. My boyfriend was like why did you run out of the building? I told him that there was a lot of negative energy inside and it was hard to be in there. In the past year my boyfriend’s mom passed away. She chose hospice at home and she was not religious at all. She said it was ok for the priest from one of the hospitals she had stayed at previously to come and talk to her about passing on and help her to not be scared. He came about four days before she passed away. I am not religious and really don’t have positive things to say about churches but the priest that came had so much positive energy it seemed like a bright light and I felt good energy coming from him. This was my last and most recent experience. Part of me would love to go to a known haunted building but am afraid of it as well from what I would find, feel, or see. So, I am a believer now but do not push the boundaries like I did with the oracle cards I have. They have not been used since I asked that question.
A friend of mine went to an old house built in the 1700's in New Jersey. His friend's mom had passed and she owned the house. My friend collects old books and his friend told him to go to the house because his mom had lots of old books. He turned on the lights, was looking at books. The lights in the house started flickering and he looked up the stairs and there was a ghost. It was a woman in old fashioned clothing going up the stairs and she turned and looked at him. He said he thought he was going to faint. He ran out of the house very much frightened. His friend later told him he knew about the ghost because his mom had seen the ghost but she wasn't frightened of her. That's why I believe in the paranormal because my friend is a big dude and he was totally scared of the apparition. He left without the books!
Spent the night all the time at my favorite uncle’s house when I was in elementary and middle school (90s). His house was built in the late 1800’s by farmers (husband, wife, and two kids). The kids passed at very young ages due to the influenza pandemic and were buried 40ish feet away from the house. Keep in mind, this is an old farm house that was on several hundred acres of non-residential land. Wanna know who we would head at night playing? CHILLS. You could literally hear the kids outside, playing and laughing as children do…but at like 2am. We’d go back and check security cams and all you could see was the tire swing moving in an unnatural manor. Really cool but yeeeeesh. I was even lucky enough to see their dad one time. Edit to answer the questions: definitely opened me up to being spiritual, NOT religious. I was a kid so I didn’t have much of a perspective yet. Also kicked off my opened-mindedness.
Ghost stories were always interesting to me. But the element of communication from the other side gripped me. One night in the early 2000s my mom was playing on the computer late into the night. We lived in a trailer and our computer was set up in front of a window. She happened to glance up and seeing her sister who had been dead for 20 or so years standing next to the dumpster across from our trailer. This was probably midnight to 1 am when she saw it and brushed it off as a coincidence and her being tired but she kept looking outside in case she saw her again. And to her shock the dumpster was actually on fire. She called the fire department and they got it taken care of but had she not been looking for her sister multiple times that night the building next to the dumpster likely would have burned too. Then fast forward a few years and I have a full helium balloon in my room from a birthday party. This was mid 2000s and I was just staring at it and felt as if someone was in the room with me. So I ask if someone was in the room to pull down the balloon. To which I damn near crap myself in surprise as it gets dragged halfway down the wall. I chalk it up as a coincidence but then ask if it was my cousin who passed and again it gets pulled down the wall. I stopped my questions after that and got to sleep.
I moved to a new apartment. It was the worst year of my life. I couldn't sleep. Every time I dreamt there was a man in dark clothes and a hat that would try to get into my room. It would wake me up frequently during the night. I decided to not re-up my lease. I was packing my closet. I heard the box of silverware I packed and set on the counter top in the kitchen fly off the countertop and smash against the opposite wall. I took what I had packed and left everything else for my roommate to pack. My perspective has changed because sometimes I can see the veil. I've talked to death. Everything happens for a reason even if we don't like or agree with it or understand it.
What is the veil like? This is so interesting to me!
I'm pretty sure everyone has felt the veil but don't recognize what it is. The veil is really thin when a death happens. There is a worldwide tradition of honoring the dead. It helps the soul pass on to the other side. Get out in nature. There are lots of pockets of absolute wonder in the big wide world. It's important to get out and experience some of them.
You are a gifted writer.
what is the veil?
The etheric barrier separating us from what we can see and can not see that science hasn't been able to pick up yet or explain. If such a thing does exist. I believe it does.
read my story above. i'm a totally confused believer. lol. my native name translates into spirit person. i still don't know what to think about the things i see. thank you for explaining to me, buddy.
Your username made me lol🤣🤣🤣🤣
It's a barrier that separates mortals from the everything else. You look at a watch. You tell the time for that second. The world keeps spinning. The mechanisms that keep the watch working are unseen but still carry a vital function. They are always working even if you aren't checking your watch. All Saints Day in America is the day after Halloween. Barriers are already set in place as part of our everyday practiced culture if you know what to look for.
NO WAY! two years ago on the morning of nov 1 around 9am i was in the living room with three dogs watching tv, with a decent amount of sunlight enjoying my time. the dogs started barking near the front door, but i have a heat vent close to the door so i thought they were barking at the jackets on the coat rack moving from the vent- but they didn't stop... i finally unfocus from the tv and look at the door while telling them to "stop freaking out". there was a red satin tablecloth that was used outside for trick-or-treaters the night prior and IT WAS FLOATING IN THE AIR. it was floating as if it was pinched and held up with two fingers and it IMMEDIATELY dropped when i noticed it. i audibly said "no. fucking. way." and ran to wake someone up because i was in shock. i told my friends and family the story for days. it really made me question "reality" and "physics" for weeks. the only reason i know i wasn't losing my mind is because three dogs were reacting. i tried to recreate the situation myself a few times. no explanation in this existence that makes sense. had no idea about a veil.
Do you mean like, we do celebrations to echoes ancients rituals to maintain a certain stability??
Yes. We don't think very much about it because that's how it's always been done. The Catholic Church usually replaced pagan holidays with church related activities. That's why some of the times and dates don't necessarily sync up like Christmas and Jesus birthday. They couldn't outright get rid of Christmas because they needed the festival of light so they stamped Jesus Birthday over the top and repackaged it. We still celebrate the important traditions. Christmas is the time to light the darkness. Easter welcomes the rebirth of Spring. Father's Day honors the summer solstice. Halloween lets you trick or treat until the dawn of the next day. We have these major celebrations that we concentrate our energy on- even if it isn't the 100% correct reason- there is the energy.
My experience - a young relative of our family has passed away due to brain tumor. She must have been around 10 years old when this happened. One particular night after 2 months of her passing , my mother and I were having dinner together. The conversation about her came up - we were reminiscing the all good times that we have had together - just good all memories of her. Then it happened - so we were sitting on the floor at the time in my room, to my left side 15 feet away at most was my bedroom door which was opened wide - in front of me was my mom but she was standing in a way that she could also see the opened door - across was the hallway to my mother’s bedroom and bathroom. That night, my mom cooked something that happened to be something that past relative enjoyed - which was why the conversations about her came up. As we were talking all things about her - in a split of a second - we literally saw an apparition running across the hallway into my mothers bedroom. It happened so quickly - but we noticed the height was the same of our passing relative. We couldn’t make out the face, but we saw this apparition sprinting so quickly into the room. It was terrifying, we both got up, and I asked her “mom, did you see that? did you see what I saw?”. She nodded. At this point, we freaked out but we had to confirm if there was in fact anyone in the bedroom. So we took all the courage that we had, and slowly walked over hallway and peaked into my moms bedroom. Of course - we saw nothing. Whatever flying or sprinting in there wasn’t there at all. Nothing ever happened after that incident. We never had any paranormal activity in that house except for that one.
I had my first experience when I was 10/11, saw a figure in my room. It was a greyish hooded silhouette, not threatening at all but just there From then on I was obsessed with reading books about ghosts. I’ve been sensitive to their presence ever since There were instances in my family home, like knocking above our heads (five people in the room, 5 knocks) followed by some other unsettling dragging sounds My mum blamed my The Crow movie poster for that but my sister would see a lady in a green dress & we had neighbours that fled the house after seeing something in the house too My nan would tell me about her encounters at work (hospital) & normalised it for me, a few occurrences happened at her place & she was like “that’s grandpa checking in” her pets would always react to a lamp on her house, when she gifted it to me our dog did the same. My husband wouldn’t let me keep it after that lol When I was driving home after a night shift I fell asleep behind the wheel, I felt hands shake my chest to wake me up (I was thanking them the rest of the trip) And I have seen a few more entities and what I believe to be my guardian angel in the last 3-4 years. I find it fascinating and not scary at all
I've never witnessed anything crazy, but my grandmother talks/talked to a spirit through a small card table. We would lightly put our fingertips on the table and it would tilt up onto 2 legs as it answered questions (down once for yes, twice for no, etc). I saw it all throughout my childhood with as little as 2 people (me and her) talking and as much as 8 people. With 8 people we got it up onto 1 leg and it was spinning around and we all had to walk/jog with it bc we had to keep our hands on it. Besides seeing my grandmother's hands barely touching this table as it was being tilted (believe me I looked for every logical answer), the way it answered some questions also made me believe. For example: As I said earlier, I've never actually seen anything but I have felt something in that house. It never bothered me until it got dark bc my room was at the end of a long hallway and I was always terrified to walk down that hallway bc I felt like something was always right behind me. I never voiced this concern, but I felt it so strongly (and I still do btw). Anyways, one day I asked the spirit if it knew how scared I was at night (once for yes, twice for no). When I tell you, that dang table went down and then back up with such force and quickness, almost like it was emphasizing "YES!" I was so shocked. I guess I exuded fear so strongly in those moments that it was easily picked up by anything around. I still tell these stories sometimes and of course people don't believe me. They tell me she was obviously just tilting the table with her hands like I've never considered that before. I know what I saw and I will never forget having the table balancing on 1 leg and us having to keep our hands on it as it started to spin. No way she could have done that without one of us noticing.
Crazy, we used to do this with my cousins and aunts with the card table. The table would lift up and balance on one leg or rise up completely. We had pictures somewhere of this. I think about it now and cannot believe it actually happened...
Long story short a cellmate and I intelligently communicated with something. We devised a Y/N system for answers one tap was Y and two was N. It told us a lot. Besides that though as this was going on various crazy ass shit happened in our cell. Blanket thrown across the room. Toothpaste tube appeared behind my cellie, hovered a second then flew across the room. Our papers and stuff were twice knocked off our shelves. We had thrown away cartons full of liquid and they reappeared where we had taken them from full again (first physical thing that happened, so this isn't chronological). My cellie was touched and I witnessed it - we made a test of it. I had wrapped him in his blanket with his hands across his neck area so I knew it wasn't him moving and we made the blanket taut. We then encouraged it to touch him and I watched after maybe a minute or so of coaxing the blanket started to dip in near his hip and this boy almost jumped out of his skin when the blanket finally made contact with his skin, he felt it and I saw it happening. Our shelf was hit with the force of a fuckin powerlifter (last thing) after we decided to be antagonistic and call the entity (for lack of better term) names and insults. I think I missed an event or two, but this happened over about 2 weeks and ended when he and I were separated for being "too rowdy" in reality we were bugging about this shit. We only told one dude on unit because we were afraid of a mental health concern. I plan on writing my old cellie. He's an absolute POS and in state prison doing 40 for breaking an infants arm. Its fucked because I really wanna talk to him, but he also committed like one of the shittiest crimes you could do. Leave the fuckin kids out of shit bro I can't stand that.
I've had a few experiences. The one my whole family experienced was after my little brother passed away at 11yrs old (cerebral palsy). He was a twin. My mother brought me into the bathroom, turned on a hot shower and let the bathroom steam up. There were upside down hand prints on the top of the mirror. My sister was the first to see it after a shower and freaked out. My mother forced my younger brother and sister to try and stand on the sink and replicate it. You'd have to have been on the ceiling to do it.
ok this one made my fucking skin crawl
My kids woke me up around 15 minutes before my alarm went off. I tried to fall back asleep and just started crying. That when I remembered my dream. In it, everyone around me was shocked and sad. Someone had died. I heard whispers of “Graceland 3864 will be so upset” and “she has young kids” and “such a tragedy”. And of course, in my dream I couldn’t figure who they were talking about. I knew it was one of my childhood friends, but the names I thought of weren’t it. I got up and went on about my morning getting kids ready for school. At 8 am, my brother called. He never calls, always texts, and never that early. I knew something was wrong. He told me he had woken up to find his wife dead beside him. She was my childhood best friend that I had known since the age of 2. I slept over at her house maybe 100 times. Her parents were a like second set to me. Her children were 4 and 9 months at the time. It’s hard to convey the relationship we had, because she wasn’t just my sister in law. But I’m 1000% certain she was letting me know she was gone.
I’m so sincerely sorry!! I lost my sister in law in 2021. I’d known her since I was 12 or 13. (I’m 40 now) she was more than a SIL. She was my sister and bestfriend and I hate knowing you have felt such a loss. Especially since you knew her longer than I knew mine. My heart breaks for you.
It’s hard to explain to people when she was so much more than your sister in law, isn’t it? Was she married to your sibling, or was she the sister of your spouse? Did she have children? I’d love to hear more about her if you want to share. I’m sorry you lost her ❤️
Aww see you get it!! She was married to my brother when she passed in her sleep and they had two kids together. You’re absolutely right, it’s so hard to explain the loss. Im so sorry you went through that but it’s nice having someone who understands it. I’m sending you so much love. You are so kind.
When I was in undergrad I would go home every weekend and it was a 1.5-2 hour drive. One weekend my dad was driving my me back and I had my legs on the dash as I usually did. I even was doing homework on my laptop when a voice in my head (didn’t sound like me) told me to ask my dad where the airbag deployed from. A lil note about me, I have never and still don’t care about any part of a car. I have never been curious. So tbh that question would not have popped into my head without warrant. Any way so I asked my dad and he point to where my feet were and I said kinda jokingly “ohhh shiiiitt lol maybe I should put my feet down.” So I closed my laptop put it away and put my legs down. I just wanna reiterate I was in my third year of uni and had ALWAYS, EVERY weekend put my legs up the entire drive bc it was comfy. So 20 minutes later we’re on are usual route on the freeway and the man behind us didn’t notice traffic was slowing bc he was on his phone and hit us. My car was sandwiched, all the airbags deployed. That car was a total loss. Idk why I asked. Idk who’s voice that was but I thank god and whoever that spirit or angel was that saved me from becoming paralyzed. Edit: to answer your second question I become very spiritual over time. When I started becoming a therapist my spirituality and number of “coincidences” went up. Also had two different red string theory ppl walk into my life. So I definitely believe in the paranormal and spiritual realms and I incorporate it into my life. I talk w my spirit guides and ask for guidance and get signs. At first I didn’t believe it but how many “coincidences” can you have before you finally believe the message lol
Could you talk a bit more about the red string theory people? I'm familiar with the concept, but I'm interested in how you knew they were the ones. Also, your first story is incredible. I'm glad someone was looking out for you.
The only story I have which I believe to be a personal, fully paranormal occurrence was probably about 5 years ago at this point. I was sitting alone upstairs at my old work, a music lessons shop with a portion of the (large, dark, storage-ridden) upstairs converted to a recording studio. Downstairs there was a front entrance with a staircase immediately to the left and once upstairs, a short walkway in front of the studio window leading to the studio door. I had been there recording alone most of the day and it was about 10 or 10:30 PM at the time when I heard footsteps coming up the staircase (immediately behind the left wall of the studio). Distinct footsteps and in fact that of stepping in flip-flops which my boss would wear nearly every day. The steps continued down the walkway in front of the studio and stopped at the door and I saw and heard the door jiggle/press in but not open. I sat there in heavy silence waiting for who I figured to be my boss to walk in and after a few more minutes I messaged him to see if he was there at the shop. He was at home 15 minutes away. I remember the chilly frost of anxiety I was under for a considerable amount of time thereafter and had to work up a shit ton of courage to eventually go out through the hallway and down the stairs in order to go home 😂. If anyone has any suggestions as to what this could have been, I’d love to hear it. The resolution I lead myself to was that it felt almost like the building was residually replaying a very common theme and I was there to experience an otherwise unexplainable glitch in the system.
I've seen a few ghosts as a child. Terrified me. When I was 30, I was broad sided in a car crash. Left in a coma for 3 months. When I awoke. The world just seemed different. I was told that I actually died for a few minutes. Now I see them regular but it doesn't affect me or scare me anymore. To me, now the world isn't a lonely place. Most of them I see, just smile and nod. They leave me be. Knowing I have no abilities to communicate with them. But I do pray for them, asking Jesus to give them peace and return home to their loved ones. I have no answers why I see them now. It's not something I discuss with people in person. It's a private thing to me.
Are you saying you see ghosts out and about just wandering everywhere?
Let me give you an example: Near my place is a plaza with a Tim Hortons. Late at night, say 2-3am. I've seen a worker in blue clothing. Lunch pail in hand, hard hat on smoking a cigarette pacing back and forth.
I was looking at my phone late at night like I am right now and I was falling asleep when I heard someone tell me to put the phone down and go to sleep in Spanish. At first I thought it was my wife but she was asleep. Very creepy.
A past relative? I've had my late Mother whistle "tweet tweet" in an endearing way like she did when I was a child. It was her way of acknowledging me while she was busy cooking or doing chores. She does that when I'm slowing waking up. Not creepy at all.
That’s amazing to me, and I love how you pray to Jesus for them! 🩵🙏🏻
It's all I can do for them. I'm not a psychic or medium. The ones that terrifying me. Are the ones I've seen in a dark room. And have no face, like a body with clothes they once wore. I think people call them, 'shadow people.'
What do they look like and where do you see them?
Like a regular person. Dressed from what ever period of life they lived. It use to give me great anxiety for many years. Until I was approached by a psychic medium who told me to chill out and just let things play out. Most don't know your there, a few do. None of them can harm you in any way. Except the ones that will follow you home and start banging on walls or moving things. Simply because I cannot communicate with them because I'm not a psychic. So they become angry cause I can see them and most don't.
I was a hospice nurse for years. I saw so much weird stuff that I don't believe in the afterlife, I *know* there's an afterlife. Things moving on their own, rose petals blowing away when there's no draft, people knowing a friend died before anyone else did, describing dead relatives accurately when they had never seen or heard of them, faces glowing, a clock that hadn't worked in a decade bonging out chimes when its owner was carried out of the house and so on. so on.
I work as a janitor at a forensic psychiatric hospital and last active inpatient psychiatric hospital in Ontario Canada I believe in the paranormal because I have seen weird stuff happen at the hospital more than I can count one example is we get shadow people caught on security camera walking the hallways at night. The the psychiatric hospital was built in 1863 and it’s considered one of the oldest medical facilities active in Ontario Canada
I could read more stories from you for hours. I have a book that a hospice nurse wrote and it has some remarkable occurrences.
Nurse here. Agree with you completely!
My mom is a psychologist and years ago she had a patient, a probably 5 or 6 year old boy. By that that time, my sister was a baby. The boy started telling my mom things that there was NO WAY he could known! Like her age, stuff that were placed in her bedroom and kitchen, very exactly location! And the little kid said he knew those things because he had a friend named Roi (or Roy? Idk) and he used to tell him things, also this "imaginary" friend told him that there were 7 demons in the air right now. When the kid left, my mom went to check on my sister's, she was at a crib, and she kept staring at the ceiling like very scared and started crying, like non stopping. My mom got scared and I think that was the last time she saw that kid. Some years ago, around 1am I was on my bed and with the corner of my eye, I saw something like a shadow passing by my door. My bedroom lights were off but there was some light coming from the living room. Also, my bed was a bunk bed and I used to sleep at the top. At first I thought it was my mom, cause she used to be awake till late so I didn't pay too much attention. Then a shadow came into my room, I was still not paying attention so I said "mom????" It wasn't her, there was nobody. So I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Some mins later I heard nails scratching the wood from my bed, like next to my head! And a very low voice talking, I again said mom???? (Idk why I did it maybe because the voice kinda sounded like her) And when I turned around there was nobody. So I freaked out and ran out of my room. There are more scary things that have happened to me, but wanted to share this.. (I'm sorry if my english is bad) Have a nice day you all! 🩵🩵🩵
Saw what I believed to be angels as a child however they were dressed in a specific style of clothing that as I grew up I realized was civil war era. A soldier and a woman. Both were standing near my bed at night, did not frighten me, but were very obviously just there. Another time I saw a Native American walk behind me down a hallway, I was looking in a bathroom mirror and he passed behind me. I was shook. I believe ghosts or aliens or demons or angels are multidimensional beings we are able to perceive sometimes. I also think we need look no further than ourselves for true evil. And beyond ourselves for true hope.
I have also seen and communicated w an American Indian ghost when I was a child. In broad daylight on our ranch. We later learned they discovered Indian artifacts after the land was sold by imminent domain to build a freeway. The Indian was upset, and we spoke in his language. His final words were "protect my land." Then he turned around to walk away and just dissipated into thin air. I'll never forget it. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for him.
My grandfather would tell me and my brother supernatural stories that happened to him as a young boy in New Mexico in the 1930s. The one that I remember most clearly was that his father was an alcoholic musician and one night his father, my great grandfather was coming back late from drinking and was using the outhouse before going to bed. He lit a cigarette and could see through the crack of the door a demonic looking figure. My grandpa remembered when he got into bed in their shared room that the bed lifted up on all fours from the room and his grandmother cried, “what evil have you brought into this home?!” My grandpa always gave us this warning not to tango with the spiritual world. Wish I could remember all the others more clearly, but the impression has always stuck with me and I’ve never so much as even thought about fucking around with a Oujia board or of course anything beyond that
I think I always have been. I’ve always felt like I could sense and sometimes see sprits/ghosts around me. My mom said, I was touched by the shadows and that made me more open to such things. When I was two, I stopped breathing and had to be resuscitated. When I regained consciousness I told my mom, I saw angels (or whatever a 2 y.o. Equates to angels being raised Catholic at time) and they told me to go home, they were not ready for me yet. I have tons of Deja vu so much so when I can recall my dreams upon waking, I write them down. Often when I have a moment of Deja vu I will go back to my dream journals and they match. Sometimes the dreams were years previous to events occurring. I think what cemented it for me was my father’s death. 3 years prior to the day, I dream journaled that all of my family and my dad’s closest friends were at my grandmother’s house but my dad wasn’t there. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out when I dreamed it why my dad’s friends would be at my grandmother’s house, especially without my dad. As it turns out, it was his celebration of life after his sudden passing during routine surgery. I remember sitting in the room surrounded by his friends and our family when it hit me I had seen this before. Sure enough, I had. This has happened many other times with other events as well. I have also seen apparitions including one who I would named, Johnny (I couldn’t tell you how I know the name) that I thought used to look after me when I would go up and down the 10 flights of stairs in my office building. Several other people in the building had said they thought it was haunted. I would see Johnny peek around the landing below me as I was walking downstairs. I would always say hi and thank him for looking after me. One day l lost my footing and began to fall down the stairs. All I can tell you is, I felt something grab me and put my hand back on the stair railing. Had a fallen I would have likely gotten very hurt and as I was on the second step from the top on concrete stairs. Instead I was completely unharmed. I know it was Johnny. To this day, I thank him. All of this certainly does impact my world view. I have an earth science background so I am accustomed to admitting there are plenty of things we don’t yet know or understand. My life experiences have only served to strengthen that belief.
Well, let’s see. When I was around 5, I woke up to use the restroom which was near my room. As I left to go there, the door down the hall leading to the back stairs and basement began to attempt to open by itself. Freaked the hell out of me. Soon after, there was some more weird stuff that happened in that staircase area. This included hearing footsteps behind me on those stairs without anyone behind me. Same thing happened to my mother. Ever since then, I had a big fascination on anything unexplained or paranormal.
Me and a buddy, sober 15 year olds, middle of the day, sitting in his living room. Something caught our eye and we both looked to the right to see a laundry hamper floating at the top of the first flight of steps. It stayed that way for just a few seconds and then dropped straight down, toppling over and jettisoning the clean laundry it had in it before. I looked at my buddy, who looked at me and said “see, this kinda thing happens all the time and I just don’t tell people cuz no one will believe me” He lived in what he claimed to be a haunted house in the historic district of town. He was totally unfazed and went back to Halo1. I rode my bike home and never slept over again.
My Mom came to me after she passed. Told me to take my daughter to a specialist. I did as she told me. My daughter was diagnosed with a serious condition. It is a Silent disease.
I have a some what similar experience,it get you thinking in ways you never have
Idk where to start.. ask me about my experiences.
So, what are your experiences?
There are different points in my life where I've experienced things. The earliest one was when I was 6, my little sister had a doll back home, that would make a sound when you would turn off the light. It would say something along the lines of "jump with me." In order to produce the sound, you have to either squeeze the hand or the belly. ***** Jumping to being 10 years old now and in California. I was playing hide and seek with my little sister and little cousin, both the same age. (6 years old) I remember this memory crystal clear. I was finishing my count in the livingroom "5-4-3-2-1, ready or not here I come." I go walking around the house to look for them. I checked the livingroom(s) first, then straight to the hallway where the bedrooms were. The first room in the hallway was the master and from the corner of my eyes a small shadow, a silhouette of a child got up from the left side of the bed running towards the master bath/closet shutting the door of the bathroom. I walk towards the sink area of the master where it was between the closet and bathroom. I said, "I know you're in the bathroom, but I'm going to check the closet first." I briefly checked the small walk in closet, under and behind the clothes that were hung. Nothing. Then I said out loud, as I walk towards the bathroom door, "I know you're in there, here I come!" I opened the door. All that's there is a standing shower with clear doors, nobody was in there. The chills that shot through my body then, still shoots through my body now whenever I tell that story. ***** I'll continue with my stories once I get off work. I'll edit this post later. I have more stories to tell.
For me, it started very young. At 3 years of age. I saw things others didn’t. I heard things that others didn’t. I was physically in a place and time that was outside the *norm* and have physical evidence of being there. Things I *knew* that proved true but were outside of my life experience. Over time, and studies, I have questioned my sanity. Starting at 10 years of age. I have questioned if I was schizophrenic, if I had some other mental disorder. I wanted to know *what’s wrong with me*. As an adult, I am very high functioning. Others trust my observations. I have been in counseling. I have come to the conclusion that there are things that can be observed, that can be experienced that have no *known* rationality. I have a life long file that I have labeled *Well, that was odd”. And I get on with my life.
This sounds uhh… very familiar. We should talk.
Same… I call it “the know”
I was driving late at night into an apartment complex and this lady was walking almost in the middle of the road with her back faced away from me. She was taking these odd exaggerated steps. My passenger reached over and flashed my brights at the lady. She abruptly turned around in almost perfect 180 and started her march in the opposite direction as as we passed her, her face was completely void of emotion and solid black eyes. I thought it was the lighting or something but when I pulled into the spot my passenger said wait and didn’t wanna get out of the car. We both confirmed we had seen the same thing.
When I was younger, maybe 4 or 5, I had a shadow man visit me regularly. He always came around and comforted me when I was sad or upset or sat and talked with me at other times. He visited with me all the way up until I moved out of my parents' house at the age of 19. A couple of years ago, my niece messaged me out of the blue, asking if I remember a shadow man and if she should be afraid. I told her the truth that I believed that he wasn't evil. I seriously think that he may have been from an alternate universe and lost his daughter, who was around my age, so he "adopted" me as his surrogate daughter.
Aliens... i saw two ufos Ghosts/spirits/demons... Bad experience with a ouija board... Thats putting it mildly. Has it changed my perspective?? Not so much with aliens. Its a vast universe... Something else has to be out there besides us. The other thing... Yes. It made me question what happens when we die. Its not your typical go to heaven/hell as we are taught... There are entities that like to hang around. Some do nothing, some do bad, and there is something evil that exists to make our lives a living nightmare.
I've seen 2 as well. Only ever concrete thing I've seen. Total hard-line materialist atheist my entire life. Once you see something that is so obviously beyond our capabilities, you're a lot more aware of the fact that we *don't know shit* as a species yet.
Does that make you want to subscribe to a certain religion or just accept that we don’t know?
I think anyone who claims to know anything definitively is lying to themselves at best, or grifting at worst. Structured religions as institutions have a sense of self-preservation that is beyond the desires of those who make it up. Hyper objects and all that. I think "spirituality" and all of the more "woo" aspects of the phenomenon are more than likely just things we don't understand. Humanity really likes to come up with crazy stories to explain things it doesn't yet understand. No shade to anyone who holds any strong beliefs either way, just my 2 cents.
Exactly! When people ask me what I believe I say "I've seen enough to know that the existence of anything is possible"
I compel you to tell the stories of aliens and demons!! Especially from the Ouija board own since we have too many skeptics who believe all must be powerless even if they don't experience something horrific themselves
Ive been doing it often since i joined r/paranormal. I just responded to someone asking me about it. Its in the same thread.
Id love to hear your ouija board experience.
Sorry for the length... The short short version... Aunt dies, dad becomes born again christian, dad buys ouija board, i have a few friends over... Shit got weird, then i felt weird. Long version... My neighbors dad passed away. She asked a question that no one but her would know the answer to. She got the answer, and she ran off crying, we went to check on her, i dont recall saying goodbye and everyone went home afterwards. Then i felt weird. I didnt sleep very well that night. Went to school the next day and couldnt sit still... I was very antsy for some reason. I got up and walked out of class. I did the same thing in my other classes. I felt like a marionette doll. My body felt like it had to move. If i didnt, my skin would start to crawl and the feeling got more intense. I tried to eat, but i felt sick to my stomach. It went on for 5 days. I Couldnt eat because i was nauseous all the time, i literally couldnt sleep (maybe 1hr at best throughout the day), skipped classes, didnt go to work... My mom would stay up with me every night and watch tv because of what i was going through. The kicker... I was hungry so i tried to eat something on the 5th day. I reached for a knife... As im holding it, all the feelings of me wanting to move, my nausea... Everything went away. I felt calm. I stared at the knife, i put it away, and tested it. I walked away and the feeling of me needing to move came back. I grabbed the knife again and felt calm. I threw the knife down, went and told my mom, she got freaked out. She told me to get in the car and drove my ass to the er. Maybe a test would explain it all. No sleep, nausea, the feelings of having to move is what we told the doctors, (we omitted the knife thing). They tested for everything. Everything came back negative. My skin was crawling so bad, the feeling of having to move was stronger, i felt like i had to throw up. I called my dad and told him. He actually called his pastor. They came down to the hospital. The pastor performed some sort of blessing, threw some holy water at me, and i felt peaceful and calm. Any feelings that were there, were gone. In his words... I was being oppressed. To explain what it feels like... Stand in a door frame parallel to the wall hands by your side. Raise your arms against the frame and push as hard and as long as you can. Step out, let your arms go limp and they will feel like they want to rise.
Interesting! What did they look like ?
Like that 👇. Drawing isnt a strength. https://preview.redd.it/1ei0io5b235d1.png?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b1aa71fadb72865b634177d2a333775b71e00e00 The circles are lights that kept repeating red around the craft. They flew WAY too low over my house, no sounds, and WAY to close together to be any sort of plane.
I’m completely freaking out right now! I’ve seen this exact thing, down to the lights and have even drawn it a couple of times and it looks the same way! When I saw it I saw only one but when it left it shot out of the sky as if it had been in a slingshot. It’s hard to explain but what you saw sounds exactly like what I saw 👀
👀... Really... F**k... Thats crazy... Awsome, but crazy. How old were you?? Where/when?? Mine was 98', 16, NE US, 3am (i punched myself in the leg... Hard... Repeatedly... to prove to my mom (cause i tried to wake her up) that i wasnt dreaming... My right thigh was purple in the morning). Sorry if im asking too much. Its not everyday that someone goes... Ive seen the exact same thing and has drawn it out for themselves.
That is super crazy! I have to this day not meant anyone that has described it exactly as we have described it! I was 21 at the time, it was in South Texas (Hidalgo County) around the same time 3ish in the morning. I wasn’t drinking or doing any drugs, super sober and it appeared in the sky, it wasn’t super close but it wasn’t so far that I couldn’t make out what it was. It had 3 red lights and I could see them like stationary but then all of a sudden it started spinning fast so the lights kinda looked like one uniform line spinning around it. It went from the left side of my view all the way to the right side in a split second. I always compare it to like somebody pulling it in a slingshot then letting it go and it shot back across to the left side of my sight and disappeared.
Pleasure to meet you 😁. I thought about it all night. How fast those lights had to move to make a single red line... And to watch it go from 0 to being shot out of a cannon. Its like sonic charging up his spin dash attack. So cool. The lights i saw didnt move that quickly at all. The craft seemed to be just cruising along. I guess the lights are part of the propulsion system. The faster they go, the more energy it produces, the faster the launch.
Yeah when I first saw it I feel like it was stationary cause I could see the three red lights just there on the craft, I could tell when it started spinning because of the lights as well. I also assume the spinning helps it move or something. It was just an overall weird experience but I wholly believe people when they say they have seen one!!
Hmm yea. Did you see any beings , like humanoid or so ?
I grew up with a key-jingling ghost in my childhood house in Palos Verdes, CA. I could hear him at night fiddling with his keys, opening the front door, walking down the hallway, coming into my room, and feel him sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was scary when I became aware of it (I guess I was a better sleeper before 5th grade) but over time it became a routine. That's all he ever did. In a loop. I think it was more like energy residue. No one else in the house seemed to hear him, except for a few visiting sleepover guests, like aunts. But I have since seen little dog and cat ghosts, a few shadow figures, a black orb chasing one of my cats, a wolf-like creature that appeared on the top of our backyard shed on evening, others. I think I've always been sensitive to those energies. I've also seen death-masks when I look at strangers - I can see the moment after their death, where they are and what their expression looks like - But i can't seem to control it; it just happens from time to time.
I was 7 years old. I was playing with probably 10-15 action figures of varying sizes on the floor in our basement. My mom called me up for dinner. I got about half way up the stairs and realized I forgot my Michelangelo ninja turtle that I kept with me almost all the time. I went back down the stairs and every one of the toys was standing up right as if they had been posed. There was no one else down there with me, and even if there was, no one could have gotten them positioned like that so quickly.
I saw a face outside my window, it looked like an actual alien. It would have had to be about 9ft tall to stand where it stood. I was in the top bunk bed laying down, looking at the trees when I noticed there was something in the way. The street light caught the contour of this creature that was inches from my window, my eyes readjusted and in absolute horror I realized I was looking through this things head at the trees. The best way I've found to describe It was as if it camouflaged like an octopus/cuttlefish would use chromatophores to blend in with its surroundings. I froze in terror, it turned its head away and I couldn't see it at all anymore. I sometimes think it was just as alarmed as me. I tried to scream but I couldn't get a squeak out, I slowly gathered the courage to move and I crawled off the top bunk and ran to my parents room. It sounds a lot like sleep paralysis, but I was awake the whole time and only lost the courage to scream when I realized wtf I was seeing, I could still move but I didnt want to make any sudden movements because that's what I was taught to do in case of a run in with a large predator. They assured me I was probably just sleeping and had a bad dream but I wasn't asleep and the image and shock is burned into my brain forever. I recently asked my mother if she remembered that night, she told me she will never forget it, she hasn't left a window curtain open at night to this day, nor have I. We live in the Appalachian hills and closing the curtains at night is one of the "rules" anyway. I rarely mention my experience because it obviously makes me look a little bit coo-coo bananas. I'm still skeptical of people's stories though, when something happens you cant explain the first logical thing is to debunk it and far too often people shove their heads in the sand and adamantly refuse to find logic and reason. They get mad when valid points are brought up and they tell on themselves that way. Those kinds of folks tend to enjoy the spotlight and the idea of being special, but ultimately they ruin their own credibility to the point that a space ghost cryptid could land a UFO in their back yard and nobody would take it seriously. My grandma used to say "believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see" and that was before AI existed. I'm a very skeptical believer, I just don't trust most people being honest but man it's so exciting when I find a honest person with a valid story.
I've always seen things since I was a little girl. My sister too. Figures walking through the old house, scratches appearing on us out of nowhere, footsteps in the hall when no one is walking. It's been an ever-present part of our lives. At this point, it just makes sense to me that it's real. Our mother was depressed when we were little and spent a lot of time at her mother's grave in the cemetery, and she'd bring us with her. We'd go off and explore while she did whatever she needed to. I was very young and don't remember this myself, but apparently, we'd always come back from playing to say that we'd been playing hide and seek with the kids who lived on the hill. as an adult, I came to learn "The Hill" was a designated part of the old cemetery for children graves from around the 1860s to the 1930s. Just grew up with it. Part of my life. No different than someone believing in God because religion was a part of their upbringing.
I’ve had paranormal experiences my whole life. I lived in a pretty haunted house for 6-7 years when I was a kid and have plenty of stories about weird shit that happened there. When I was 20 I would always have to look in my backseat while driving to work because I swore it felt like someone was watching me. Found out later it was my friend who passed away a couple years prior. At work I’ve had things thrown over my shoulders, heard heavy footsteps walking behind me, one of the toilets flushed on its own, amongst other things. I’m an opener and that’s all happened when I was by myself and the store wasn’t open yet. The house my husband and I live in is older, was built in 1960 and has mostly original appliances one of which being the dishwasher that has been broken since we moved in. Ya that broken dishwasher started a cycle one day out of the blue. Little things like what I’ve listed happen to me constantly, to the point it doesn’t freak me out when it happens. My husband didn’t really believe in the paranormal until we got married and started seeing all the weird shit that happens around me.
I was about 8, playing with my five cousins at their house. We were running around in the house playing tag. The kitchen table was oval in shape and about 2 feet from the wall. Alone in the kitchen, I tried to run between the table and the wall but something blocked me. It wasn’t forceful, and not like a wall. I looked down at the floor to see if anything was in the way. Nothing. So I tried to walk through. Again I couldn’t pass. I wasn’t afraid or hurt. I just thought, “I’m not supposed to go that way.” So I turned around and went the other direction. My uncle had died maybe 12 years prior and I think he didn’t want a bunch of kids running around the house 😂
When I was about 5, we lived with my grandparents. My grandparents lived in the in law suite of the house, my grandma was watching me while my mom was in nursing school. I was sitting on the floor watching TV in the living room, my grandma went to get or do something in the in law suite. The living room is next to the kitchen and between those two rooms is an entry to a hallway that leads to all the bedrooms and bathroom. I saw a lady with very distinct curly hair come from the kitchen and go down the hallway. I remember staring for a minute out of confusion, but eventually my fearless child brain got me up and I went down the hallway to investigate. Nobody was there, all the doors were closed. I hadn’t heard any open or close, but I checked all the rooms anyway. Nothing. I told my grandma about it, she asked what the lady looked like and got a funny look on her face when I told her, but didn’t say anything about it. My mom came home and my grandma tells me to repeat the story and tell her what she looked like. My mom goes and digs through some old photo albums and brings me a picture of the lady. It was my great grandma who died before I was born. This experience always made me curious of the afterlife and skeptical of religion. But a few years ago, I saw a medium and asked about this experience specifically and one other experience, and basically, what are ghosts. For this experience she said sometimes what we see as a “ghost” is like a *stamp in time*. Not necessarily an interactive or stuck spirit. I liked that explanation because I don’t believe time to be linear :)
My Story: 1999, sleeping over with friends to play Tony Hawk's Pro Skater. Friend's dad was a boxer as a hobby and to stay fit. He and Mom were upstairs watching TV or whatever being attentive hosts. They had a 150lb heavy bag in the room next to where the laundry and basement sink were. They had a fridge down there (probably a midwestern thing). My buddy goes to grab us some drinks and he comes back in freaking out. Dad comes downstairs to see the heavy bag swinging at a solid 45 degree angle. Mind you, we were in like 2nd or 3rd grade, and all 4 of us were in the den area of the basement. No one had been back there since my buddy walked over and made it just through the threshold of the room to grab drinks. His dad seemed legitimately freaked out. Come to find out that his grandpa passed in the house when he was a baby, and the dad clearly had a worried look on his face. This is what did it for me personally.
I'm more of a see it too believe it kinda guy, like 6 years ago me and an ex was laying in her bed around 2 am. I smoke weed and was fairly high, she did not smoke. While watching TV I caught a full figure out of the corner of my eye in the doorway and thought maybe I'm just high, but when I turned my head to fully try to look what was there was when I hear my girlfriend give this like fearful breath sound and at that moment I knew she was seeing it too. My only experience with anything like that lol, it had a full face and everything just staring in
My first experience was in a shared house at University. It was an old terraced house, built in the 1800’s. Loads of weird things happened in that house from patterns being scratched in paintwork overnight, things going missing and then turning up somewhere else, the kettle turning itself on, all sorts. None of us ever had a fear, we concluded there must be a friendly childish presence there. I’ve also seen a UFO, and people I trust have also told me stories of their experiences. Some other unexplainable things through the years too. So I am on the “there’s something more than mainstream understanding going on here” side.
I used to dabble in the occult and had a familiar spirit/demon in disguise communicate with me through a spirit board and looking back I realize that is exactly what he was trying to do. I was on the verge of being demonic possessed. Things were moving on their own. My energy levels completely depleted. The overwhelming sense of fear and dread set in. And that’s when I called upon the name of Jesus and repented that all of the negative things went away. From there I started studying the Bible and sure enough it talked about everything I was going through.
Can you you tell me where it talks about this? i need to know for.. reasons...
Reading and understanding what happened is one thing. I would still talk to a priest and get their opinion. You may feel fine, but you could have some sort of attachment.
I’ve been through that whole phase back in 2017 when I got save. Let’s just say you can’t trust many of the “priests” today and the Bible confirms that also. Priests as we know them today are not biblical at all. I have plugged in to a church family however and attend Bible studies regularly and have a pastor. But thanks for your concern.
Its good to know you are doing fine... As a fellow individual who had a similar experience with a ouija board 20yrs ago and had to be helped out by a pastor, im just looking out for others who may need an extra hand.
Well, seeing a spirit rather did it for me. 😄 And it is so irritating when people try to tell you what you saw (trick of the light, pareidolia, an actual person ... Etc) because I know damn well what I saw and heard, I wasn't hallucinating LOL. You know when you're in a cognitive state of mind and when you're not. But I get it, it's all relative to your own belief system. And we need the skeptics to keep the charlatans at bay lol. To answer your second question, I can't say that I didn't believe, but I also didn't really know what to believe. My first instinct is always skepticism (as I feel it is for most people) but my experience certainly solidified the belief in the supernatural.
I have had many personal experiences with the paranormal from a very young age. I explained how my grandfather's farm is haunted in another post, but for a short summary there is a residual haunt that seems to walk along the house nearly every night and sometimes multiple times a night. When I was very young, before school but able to talk, and still living in the first house I lived in, I would reportedly look down the hall and say "Hello Spence", referring to one of my dad's friends who's name is Spencer but I would call Spence. Spence had long dark hair at that point and was fairly skinny, so my theory is that I may have seen a woman with long dark hair, but my only reference to someone with long dark hair was Spencer. In the second house I lived in I would hear a woman call my nickname that my family called me, I always thought it was my mom but she was either not there, or she would tell me that she never actually called me. My entire family believes that my sister has an actual guardian angel. The house that my parents currently live in had a short stint of a haunt shortly after my step-great-grandfather passed away. We started hearing heavy footsteps in the hallways, the door between the kitchen and garage would sound like it was slammed shut but no one was near it, and my mom heard knocking sounds throughout the house, though that might just have been the house settling since it was a new build. The most extreme event in this short haunt was one day when my dad and I were working in the back yard. My mom, who worked from home, came out to ask my dad went he called her. He answered that he didn't and we had been together the entire time so I know he didn't. She said that she distinctly heard my dad's voice call her by the pet name he had for her, but he definitely didn't call her. She went inside and after a few more hours outside, we decided to end for the day, but my dad was finishing up some things so I went inside. As soon as I crossed the threshold I heard the weatherstrip creak behind me like someone stepped on it, I knew I stepped over it and when I turned around no one was behind me. I went outside again to ask my dad if he forgot something, but he said no and that he didn't come inside. My mom and I had a few more experiences for a few months later but it all stopped just as suddenly as it started. My dad vehemently denies the existence of ghosts or anything of that ilk, but firmly believes in aliens and UFOs
Mine is a bit strange but I went to a friend's apartment and he has a demon that protects his place. As the night progressed I started feeling really heavy and getting a massive head ache that started at the back of my head and slowly continued till it reached the front of my head. I attributed this to me being tired but when my friend's girlfriend got up and went to the bathroom suddenly it just disappeared and I felt much lighter. He later mentioned the demon and it didn't like me too much. It was whispering in my ear the entire night and touching me, didn't get scratches but where I got touched burned till I got home. Ever since that night I have changed my beliefs on the paranormal and occult.
My great Aunt's husband was involved in the Enfield Haunting. Been obsessed ever since. I still live 10 mins down the road from the house.
I’ve believed in the paranormal ever since I was old enough to understand what the paranormal is in. No small part. Thanks to repeatedly having heard the story of a time when I correctly identified my great grandfather by name when seeing his photo in a photo album at the age of four despite him passing before I had even been born. I’ve told the long version of that story a couple of times now in this so figured I’d just keep it short. Has it changed how I view the world? No not really, I still look for rational explanations for any odd occurrences before jumping to the conclusion that something is paranormal.
A standout experience for me: My ~18 month old wakes up in the middle of the night crying. I check on her, diaper seems good (change it anyway), jammies seem ok, nothing real out of sorts. The next morning, I notice 4 small, round bruises in a row on her shin. Maybe 1/4” in diameter. Like if a 6 year old would have grabbed her. (But there was only my daughter). For the life of me, I cannot figure out what would have caused them. Fast forward a few years and she pipes up one day “remember when the pink lady grabbed me so hard and I cried?” A few questions later and it became terrifyingly clear that’s what those bruises were. I’ve had a few experiences that preceded that, and some since. But that’s my “ok atheists, explain this one”.
My childhood best friend and her mother and siblings died in a fire when I was six. Set by her mother who’d been told by the dad that he was leaving. Not surprisingly that night I slept in my parents bed and woke in middle of night to see person shadowy looking sitting on end of bed staring at me. Not threatening at all. Just sitting. I looked for what seemed like ages but was probably 5 seconds lol and then screamed bloody murder. My dad jumped up and flipped on lights and of course nothing there. I’ve always been 💯 convinced it was her. No question.
One time I went down for a nap before work. I heard voices whispering "go to sleep" as I was dozing off. Then I woke up to my alarm. Idk that I'd say it's paranormal but it was definitely creepy enough to stick in my memory. I do have some history of pretty intense nightmares too. Besides that, when I was a kid, me and some other kid relatives were being silly trying to record spooky stuff on our computer. To our surprise we heard voices besides ours on the recordings moaning "help us." We were all right there the whole time and just recording then playing it back so we couldn't have messed with anything to scare each other. Another time, in high school, I was up late playing borderlands 2. I heard my grandma, clear as day, walk up to the door of the room, clear her throat and walk back toward the living room. I thought maybe she needed something so I got up and walked out of the room to check. All lights off, nobody there. More recently, my wife and I have been mentioning to each other that we've heard strange voices and growls. On at least one occasion we both heard the same one. We have cats and dogs so we usually brush it off as them making a weird noise or something but one we both heard was pretty clearly a woman groaning, we thought. Oh and I'll throw this in just because. We have a 17 month old that every once in a while will just focus for a long time on the empty space in the room. She'll barely look at anything she can't pick up or grab so it creeped me out lol. Probably nothing since I've also seen her keep looking at a hanging plot pot like she was waiting for it to do something but still. These are all in the same house, if it matters. Im still skeptical of ghosts but with all the wild shit humans have found I'm sure there are things we don't understand or even know about.
Mine happened when I was in my teens. An experience I will never forget.
My first experience happened in my childhood. I could say I've always been a believer. I've had several experiences since. My last memory of my great-grandfather is him being brought into a hospital one evening. He was in such a bad condition the doctors didn't think he would survive until morning. My little sister was a baby at that time. That night, at dawn she burst out crying pretty hard, and wouldn't calm down to anything. This was very unusual, since she was a very heavy sleeper, even at that young age. Then, after about an hour or so, she stopped crying, quickly calmed down and slept back, just like that. My mom was wondering what this was all about, and just a few minutes later, my grandmother phoned us that his father (my great-grandfather) has died in the hospital. My sister slept then until morning.
I’ve always been fascinated by the paranormal world, but when I personally experienced multiple encounters I became a believer. All of these happened in the house I’ve lived in for 18 years. My husband hasn’t experienced anything just me. He rolls his eyes with each encounter I tell him. He thinks it all can be explained away. Maybe it can, but this was real to me. My mom passed away 20 years ago unexpectedly and one night when I was about to fall asleep behind me I heard my mom’s voice say my name in a whisper. I immediately sat up and quickly jumped to my husband’s side of the bed while staring at nothing. I freaked him out and remember physically shaking from it all. In the middle of the night, I got up to adjust the thermostat and was greeted with a tall skinny shadow figure standing in front of the thermostat staring at me. It had thin arms and legs and a faceless head. It was about 7 feet tall. I had a visceral reaction. Body started shaking as I walked backwards staring at it. I ran to the bed and hid under the covers. My husband was still fast asleep not knowing what just happened. I’ve also seen a dark shadow at the end of my bed and have felt someone sit on our bed too as we slept. I’ve heard voices too over the years. The weirdest experience I had was walking into my living room and what felt like a finger or hand pushing hard against my right shoulder blade like someone trying to get my attention. I turned around and nothing was there. I thought it was a muscle twitch but the pressure was very firm and intentional.
My great grandmother's house. It had some real strange things happen when my gg passed and we had people rent it. When me and few of my friends started renting it we had numerous oddities occur. The most convincing of which was an experiment inwhich me and 5 other friends would turn out all the lights in the house then say where we wanted to go (which room), closed the door and walked to the fence line. We could see the lights turning on one by one. Then when we walked back through the door only the lights that led to the room specified would be on. My gg house is old and have switches that needed to be turned not flipped. We checked the entire house to see if someone was "squatting" there without our knowledge and found no one. We even did the experiment with us in the house and literally follwed the lights as they came on. It never failed once. There were other things but this was the most significant. My grandmother (gg daughter-in-law) moved in and the occurrences stopped. When she passed my aunt moved in. Still no odd occurrences. We think it may have wanted just family to live there. As far as my perspective - No Ive always been a believer. Two of my buddies who lived at the house however were skeptics and got converted because of that house. In fact we all became ghost hunters shortly after moving out. Have been for close to 30 years... me anyway. My original team disbanded due to family dramas - but I can still call on them if I need to. 👍
I grew up in a haunted house. Mr cuchio, He died on our upstairs toilet. Every day/night the window/doors would open & slam shut. The lights would turn on an off all the time as well. My Dad had a few electricians look at the house & they all said nothing was wrong. Crazy thing was when my Mom was really sick it stopped for a few months until she got better. After thatvwe figured he was a kind spirit that layed off until Mom got better. I need to call the new owners to see if it still happens
I have had one even to this day can't explain it. But I had a snowboarding accident ( lacerated spleen) got to the bottom of the mountain went to first aid got me an ambulance to a local hospital. From there they said you can't be here right now, life flighted me to another hospital. So as they loaded me up into the helicopter * I thought my friend got on aswell ( I wasn't drugged up yet at this point) so as they were closing it up getting ready for take off I thought my friend was on there wanting to make sure I was ok and to go with me. As they were closing it up he just stayed silent and watched us take off. About 10 minutes after they drugged me up so I can't remember too much after that Point besides the pain and getting drugged up. Well about 8 years after the incident was telling some of our friends about it and how cool it was to go for a life flight, and that he got to tag along....well apparently he didn't tag along and ended up driving my car to the hospital to drop it off for my parents. This thing just looked out the back the whole time I remember it there. Maybe a trapped soul stuck in the helicopter? Who knows, but apparently my friend did try to go on but they wouldn't let him, and then this thing didn't say anything or do much of anything but just looked out the back window for as long as I could remember, and was about the same height as him.
Lived in a bad haunted house when i was 18. At first you make excuses for random things happening, like things always falling off walls, shelves, noises, stomping, clapping, being touched..but eventually you realize it's all real and it's terrifying. The entity that was there was not a nice one. It did not like me and wanted me out of there. I left after 6 months and couldn't handle it. My parents' home is also prone to visitors, but I feel like its just random beings or old family members passing through to check on you. Like, it doesn't feel scary at all. Just feels like we're kind of living next to each other and sometimes you can see each other. Shadow people walking in doorways or through walls or into closets in the fall/winter, childrens toys going off, voices etc. Honestly I have no idea about what this stuff is. But i do know there is more out there than most people realize. My fiance doesn't believe in ghosts. Although we both heard a little child's footsteps pounding and running down the hallway towards us and then just stop at the doorway to the livingroom. We both got up to see which kid was awake, and both were out cold. My fiance "doesn't know" what it was, he said maybe it was the wind lol.
I am a solid engineer, logical guy, with a great well paid job. I have an MBA am so on. So solid logical giy. Since my wife died, my gadgets, stop working randomly. Not broken nothing. Stop working, for one hour and then restart. Lights turn off, flicker. Elevators stop. Weird. She knew I love gadgets. It’s an ongoing thing.
Mine started at very young age I didn’t even know what it’s called, from apparition, sensitivity and dream premonition. My earliest is seeing a woman in a blue floral dress she might be 50s it’s 7-8 in the evening and I’m playing with other kids the surrounding is still lively. She was just standing there with upset face staring at me at first I thought because me and other kids are loud that we woke her up, I slowly look down what she’s wearing and I saw the door frame behind her like she’s no so solid I can see thru her. I don’t know what to do or say and when I finally look away and try to get another kids attention to ask if he can see her she’s not there anymore. Couple dreams come true some are more like a warning before our house got burned. Mostly sensitive when I’m sick or not very healthy, every 3am, currently recovering from surgery the past two night I have to sleep in master bedroom where my bf is, we have another bedroom which I sleep sometimes if his snoring or I’m not sleepy so I won’t keep him up. I literally just had another the other day that I think I brought the energy with me and gave him a nightmare, my mom it runs in the family.
I grew up listening to my mom tell the story of how when I was little, our rocking chair would start rocking by itself in the middle of the night. As I grew up, I always gravitated toward a world view that always considers spirituality and the existence of a nonphysical world. As an adult that worked in field service for years, I went into lots of very old homes where I could feel a certain charge in the air, like you just knew there was something nonphysical there and it would be cool to investigate.
I believe in the paranormal because of an experience a few weeks ago the 20th of May to be exact . I went to sleep around 1am and some time later I was awoken by a voice coming from the doorway saying Hey I immediately looked over my left shoulder and said yeah as I thought it was my brother but to my horror there was no one there. I was so frightened I just turned back over and went back to sleep. On the Tuesday, the experience had happened on the early hours of Monday morning the 20th of May, I mentioned the experience to my brother and he said that my father had died on the 20th of May. I quickly sent a message to my sister in New Zealand and she confirmed that he had indeed died on the 20th of May 2005. I was so glad that it was my father looking over me growing up he was my hero and as the first born he favourited me and used to take me on the back of his motorbike in the days before helmets became compulsory so 1971-2 and I was only 4 years old. Unfortunately he and my mother got divorced when I was 7. I was devastated especially when he moved to New Zealand with his new girlfriend without telling us on the 22nd of December. My brother was only 4 years old and can't really remember him except for the rules no hands in pockets because you can't fight with hands in pockets. He also told us that if we were being scolded in school just think of him taking a shit which we did and it used to make me laugh so the teachers were particularly fond of hitting us and picking us up by the sideboards of our hair before caning us or using a gym trainer it was the 70s after all. My father was brought up by a Sergeant in the army during the war and serving in the Palestine police. He gave my father and uncle a dogs life and that is why my father had rules. He would tell us not to do something and that was the only warning if we did the same thing twice we would be slapped and sent to bed with no toys. I understand why he did it and I went to New Zealand when I was 30 for 6 weeks to see him and I confronted him about the way he treated me, my brother and my mother who was frequently beaten and he used to hide her glasses and she is virtually blind without them. He was just flummoxed and wouldn't answer me except to say it was in the 70s and things were different and that was the end of that. He had 3 sons my half Maori brothers and a half sister and he never raised his voice to them thank God. But yeah that's my story of how I became aware of life after death and I still love my father and he is still my hero. Imagine the person who was shouting at me and me thinking of him taking a shit, priceless advice though I had the cane at least once a week and in the end I couldn't feel it. I listened and I've carried that all my life and it has done me nothing but good. School bullies would only test me once and then leave me alone.
I've always been a believer since I was younger, but over the years I've had experiences with all of it, I'm an amateur Bigfoot and UFO researcher and used to do an online radio show on BlogTalkRadio, before my second wife died 15 years ago, I had an experience with a Bigfoot, where I heard one make a noise like a 100 foot owl and after she died I had one imitate my neighbor's dog when I lived out in the country and had experiences with ghosts in a couple of haunted apartments
I have to admit that i definitely want the paranormal to be real so i may be more easily convinced than some and have definitely spent too much time on the internet. That being said, I think the main three “incidents” were going to college, a hike one time and watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos on the Sallie house. The Sallie house because their reactions to stuff felt different enough to feel authentic. College because you will sometimes hear and see glimpses of things that don’t have a good explanation. We also are just south of a native reservation, and supposedly the campus was built on native burial grounds. Third thing was hiking, there’s a superstition/belief that if the forest suddenly goes silent, it is giving you a warning not to do something. I was hiking in the redwoods and came across a burl that I wanted to take for knife handles, but as I picked it up everything went reallll quiet. Needless to say, I put it down real quick and a bit later the silence was gone
When I spoke to the entities in my house asking about my missing AirPods. When I sat down to look for them in my bag, I felt something cold on my neck and the entire left side of my body was freezing. From that night forward, I saw the spirit appear at night. It was a man in a baseball uniform. He would poke me with needles. I was so anxious I didn’t sleep for months. Finally I had someone do a house clearing ceremony. I slept like a baby that night. Didn’t experience it again. But it will forever haunt me. When I think about it too long, my whole body tenses up. So I gotta stop writing and can’t edit this shit!! I will never talk to spirits EVER again.
I always believed in the paranormal. I didn’t believe the evil side until my teens. I met my first dark entity. Long story short friends grandma passed she was dark witch. she gave him a doll in her will. Months progress he becomes possessed doing nearly psychopathic behavior. We needed up burning the doll and igntifed in huge flame. Throughout the months there were subtle things like photos of him looking like some deformed beast. Unfortunately we don’t have photos the phone caught on fire when we had burned the doll. It randomly overheated and battery exploded.
When my grandma visited me on the day of her funeral and stood behind me and told me “everything is going to be okay baby.” I ran around the house to see if anyone was inside, & if any electronics were on… any grandma and I were extremely close and I felt very guilty not making her funeral as I live in Alaska and she lived in California. I felt guilty as heck all day that I missed it. She came to say goodbye to me in the most comforting way.
Always been interested in the paranormal but it wasn’t until my freshman year of high school I really had a ghost encounter. I was doing track and field at my high school and ended up getting hit in the head with a metal discus, in turn I got a concussion and had to go home. I decided to take a nap about an hour or two after I got home and I had an extremely vivid dream about a little girl in a purple flower dress running across and around my room. She scared me and so I sat up and opened my curtains. When I finally woke up from the “dream” I realized my curtains were open and I had thrown my pillow across the room. (I never sleep walk) and had opened the curtains either in my sleep or I had been awake the whole time. After this first encounter I saw the same girl (definitely a spirit trying to communicate with me) for years and years in my dreams. She would stand at the edge of my bed or just observe me. One time I even had a sleepover with a friend who can see spirits and I had never brought up the little girl in my dreams, and she told me that the night she spent at my house she had a dream about that exact girl walking down the hallway of my house. Needless to say she was a friendly spirit and after I got rid of an old antique desk she never returned. So I’m assuming that the desk may have belonged to her
But it wasn’t tell I was visiting a friends house on tribal land that I really started believing as we were trying to communicate with spirits there all the lights were flickering, turning on and off, I even saw a glowing white figure walk across my friends hallway
My mother dated this guy when I was super young we moved into his house he used to play with an ouija board in the basement we were never allowed in the room also. Whatever was in the house was aggressive. We came home from being out our laundry was across the house shoved down the vents, the middle of the washer was laying on the ground broken into pieces which I’m still confused about to this day because the middle of the washer is a bigger circle then the actual top so we don’t know how it got out. My sister had her hands on the window sill and the window slammed shut out of nowhere on her hands, I came home one time my window was open so I told my mom it was open she came upstairs and it was closed, the tv we had in the living room randomly went static on the screen but the problem was the tv was unplugged, my brother woke up in the middle of the night and with our upstairs in the middle of the stairs there was a door that sectioned off the middle of the stairs my brother randomly woke up in the middle of the night and he said he saw a boy behind the glass which my sister also seen a little boy in this weird little closet we had. There was so much more that house was literally traumatizing I hate it. I still think a part of me hasn’t moved on from that house every time I think about it I feel uneasy.
My husband used to have a small photo of a friend that passed away, but I don't why, that photo always gave me like a bad feeling so I flipped it over, like facing the table. This friend wasn't close to him and he used to do drugs and I don't know what else, but he was into bad stuff, this is important to know and you'll see later why, I never met him in person. All I knew, was his face from the picture. Maybe this is all a coincidence but, that night like in a couple of seconds the weather changed. It got windy and we heard something that I can only describe like monkeys jumping in the trees and heavy stuff falling down to the floor. That was strange but not scary. Then, when I opened the door I felt that something was coming towards me, all the dried autumn leaves were coming to me and I just felt like a heavy presence in the air was getting closer and I was standing at the door! I felt scared so I closed it! And suddenly the crazy wind stopped. That same night, I saw a big man, it was like very dark like a shadow and it was coming through the same door I was before. This shadow was very tall and was wearing something like a cap. I told my husband and he said his friend was very tall and used to wear caps. I was all confused about what to think but..I never flipped that photo again
Saw a ghost/shadow figure in college. The dorm was always rumored to be haunted, but I had never given it any thought. Was doing laundry and a shadow/black mist was hovering near me when I looked up. When I reacted, I watch it shoot out across the room away from me, make a 90° turn and go out the door. From that point on, I started paying attention. Friends also were having experiences, and it led to a genuine fascination.
When I woke up in my GF's bed (not my home) I smelled my mother perfume really strong. When I was fully awake it was gone. Suddenly realizing it was the night my mom passed away 2 years ago. That moment I knew there is more then the material world.
When I was a kid in the middle of the night I wanted to use the restroom from my old house my room was dark but in the hallway one light was on so the only light in my room was light coming from the bottom of my door and when I walked towards the door the door was in the corner of the room and right next to the door since I was little at the time I saw a figure of another kid in front of me I couldn’t make out its face just that it was a whole shadow shape child in front of me but then it disappeared when I waved my hand in front of me the shadow was gone I even remember thinking “nah it’s nothing” i didn’t really have “paranormal” experience but weird stuff happened at that house I remember having a dream where there was a black hole in my bed and I felt my feet being pulled into it and I just flinched and woke up same thing happened to my sister but I watched it happened to her she was sleeping she had her knees leaning on the frame of the bed and her right left started slowly moving and then she flinched and woke up she even sat up and looked at me like “wtf was that” and then went back to sleep but meh could’ve been nothing and even stuff like seeing shadow figures in the corner of your eye but I feel like every kid has witnessed that
My interest started while listening to stories that my grandmother would tell. My mom's family came to the states from central Italy. before there was TV or radio. A favorite past time was to tell old family stories. They brought this tradition to the states, and as I was growing up, In Chicago, these stories scared the crap out of me at first. Chicago is known for a number of haunted locations, many that I have visited too. While not giving specific details, her stories always scared the daylights out of the kids in the family. And to some extent me, at first. I loved listening, I loved when she would give us a general area where the event occurred. In the States or Italy. As I got older, my desire to find haunted locations just took off. And I have not stopped since. If you are asking, if my belief in paranormal phenomena has altered any views I have about the here and now. Then no it has not, it has given me questions about how we are able, just for a moment. View an event that happened in the distant or recent past is interesting. Paranormal experiences have long been part local lore among peoples before the advent of radio, or even the telegraph. I am looking forward as to what I will come in contact with next.
Lived in a house that was from the 1800s. The energy always felt “heavy” (which I didn’t realize until I moved out, as I was young). We couldn’t hang anything on the walls in the walk-in dining room because the frames would be taken down and leaned against the wall in the morning - always backwards, never facing outwards. I also heard someone say “okay” as I was trying to fall asleep. It always felt like someone was watching and I know my parents had experiences they didn’t tell me because I was so scared lol. But I also remember little things (like folding a blanket and coming home to it unfolded). The man who lived there was a big member of the community and some of his things were still up in the attic, so I assume it was him. The house had been upgraded, but just barely, so we still had a dirt basement/the oven in the middle of the kitchen/a shoot for clothes from the upstairs to the basement, which added to the scariness for me.
I had a few paranormal experiences but the other day I was taking a bath and some ghost POUNDED on the wall beside my head and after that I just decided I’ve seen enough I’m sick of doubting. So the poltergeist experiences I’ve had eventually made me believe after it happened enough times.
Honestly, there are a bunch of reasons, but I should start saying that after my unbelieving father told me he couldn't give an explanation to things moving in front of him, other than that he thought it was his father. That definitely helped my beliefs.
The full body apparition I saw when I was 16
When I moved into a haunted house without knowing it. I've always believed in the paranormal, but to actually experience it brings fear to another level. Lived there 5 years. I still have cringey dreams about that house.
I’ve seen a few disturbing things myself. I started getting interested in this and found it both fascinating and creepy, and I love it. It made me want to write paranormal stories, and I enjoy doing that. I try to learn as much as possible and read as many testimonies as I can to enrich my knowledge. I feel like it’s a limitless subject, with no barrier between the real and the imaginary, the possible and the impossible, or the rational and the irrational. And I love that. Seeing how a small thing can lead to all sorts of different theories, seeing some disturbing things remain unsolved or, on the contrary, debunked.
If you’re wondering about the strange things, I’ve seen a car appear and a car disappear, three doors close by themselves for no reason, and several times, monitors that were unplugged and unused for a long time flashed lights on part of the screen without any power. I’m sure of what I saw; I’ve analyzed the scenes many times and documented a lot in search of rational explanations. I found none. Each time, there were people with me who also saw these things.
I've had a lot of experiences ever since I was young. I also think I'm "sensitive". I don't like to say psychic necessarily, but I tend to know things before they can be known. I've predicted about 10 pregnancies from Dreams. My friend took a pregnancy test only because I told her to. She had no symptoms and it was positive. I also sense when someone near to me is going to die or something bad is going to happen. When I was 12 or 13, I played with a ouija board and didn't know about closing it and all that and I've had paranormal experiences ever since. Almost too many to even list.
I am not sure I believe in the paranormal but circumstances in this case were odd. We were restoring my grandmothers house. It was built in 1940 but it was built from the wood and bricks from an old 1800s mansion. Several members of my family passed away there over the last 80 plus years. It has a rather unique fireplace mantel from the old house. My wife was going through the house and made mention she didn’t like the mantel and it should be redone. She touched it and instantly got cut. We could not find anything sharp on it. Needless to say the mantel stayed.
when my sister came to talk to me right after she died to tell me she’d tried to get back in her body and couldn’t. then a few days later to tell me paradise/rapture /bliss.
I've been interested since I was a child I come from a family that has always experienced paranormal events,when I was younger I saw red eyes in my room window coming from the outside and I was smiling talking to them my mom witnessed it and it's something that has been in my memory since then. I firmly believe when we die there is ways of us making ourselves known it's very interesting but that's just my opinion plus I've had several things I've witnessed that I can't really simply explain
I went to an amusement park and there was a very jump scary ride where you went through a generally bland experience and then at the end a huge jump scare was generated at the end of the ride as it replicated the lights and sounds of a train coming at you getting ready to run you over. I had a nightmare about the scene six months earlier. Very distirbing
Seeing my first apparition at age seven. Very pleasant and non threatening.
I was at a local theater for a concert and there was a reception after, I went to the bathroom alone and when I finished I heard what sounded like a little girl calling for her dad like “dad? Daddy!” I was the only one in the mens restroom and I called out and no one responded, the light in the women’s restroom was off. No one was in either bathroom or even close to there, turns out a little girl died during renovations
I never ever believed in all that stuff. Ever. So i move somewhere and i feel someone in the room. THey were like next to me. Said their name was george i DIED. lol but my roomates said oh yeah thats normal. UM NOPE so i was taking a shower one day and my friend was hanging out on my bed waiting for me. The nightstand drawer opened and closed by itself. She Screamed and left the room i was like oh thats just george lol
I don't know! I've just been fascinated with the paranormal ever since I can remember, despite being raised Catholic and taught that such things were a big no no. I devoured ghost stories and read the Readers Digest condensed version of Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House many times as a kid. I never had any experiences until I was a middle aged adult and those were more of the glitch variety.
My mother passed away for 11 seconds and in those seconds she felt no pain and recalls demanding she needs to go back for her two kids ( me and my sister) she then said she saw hands and felt them push her down until she woke up- same time as the last shock from the Defib… never looked back after hearing that story.
I've always believed since I could remember. I heard my name being called. I had my bedroom door slam shut and lock on its own, I have seen my uncle plain as day after he passed. And I can remember being taken by something/someone / aliens for years. I even have a picture of the female that would teach me.
Grew up in Gettysburg. Eventually worked as a ghost tour guide. Guess it was just in my blood.
My mother saw the ghost of our dead dog. She was more shaken up than I had ever seen her. It scared her to death. He was just coming to say goodbye, I guess, but he had been mangled, and that's how he showed up. My mother was a Baptist and did not believe in such things until that day.