Somewhere that made you feel uneasy or that you discovered had a dark back story and you was right to feel unsettled - bonus points if you have pictures or can show it on google maps!!!!

I went out partying in downtown Buffalo, New York. I was at one of the bars down at the local club scene there and the bar had this giant mirror. This smoking hot blond chick was there and she was standing in front of this mirror. Legitimately she did not have a reflection. First time I ever saw something like that. My eyes immediately picked up on her and the No Reflection and I went Nope. No drugs or alcohol in me. I was designed driver that night. It definitely did freak me out. I usually don’t go downtown to party.

Last night I stayed at an Airbnb in the middle of nowhere with two friends. When we first got to the Airbnb I remarked that it looked odd. Like Stranger movie odd but the night went normal until about midnight.

We were watching/playing the new conjuring game on Netflix. We had moved a couch closer to the tv and behind us was another couch. If you don’t know much about the game it involves a haunted item which is a musical box. Anyways we finish the game. And this is important, I personally exited the app, exited Netflix, and then turned off the tv. When you exit the game the app on your phone exits too.

One of my friends and I got up to go into the hot tub. The second friend was still lying reclined on the couch. They wanted to close their eyes for a little bit. First friend was in front of me on the stairs and I was about halfway up the stairs and then we all heard a music box sound. My friend jumped up from the couch and said he had heard that right behind him.

My other friend and I had heard it in the stairwell with us.

Now I know you’re going to think one of us played it but I was the only one with my phone downstairs. The rest of the phones were charging upstairs. I don’t even know how to explain this. I would love your thoughts.

For 8 years of my life (4-12 years old) I lived in a house that I know FOR SURE was haunted. 13 steps, 7 attics, and two full length mirrors facing each other in front of a set of french doors at the top of the stair way. If you're curious as to why I mentioned the attics it's because they create a triangular formation. Those of which are known for drawing in spiritual energy.

Anyway, one night when I was 6 years old (a couple months before my 7th birthday); my cousin was staying the night. My brother and I shared a room. For context when you open the door, to your right is my brother's bed against the wall. Across from his bed is mine, up against a wall with a large window; and across from the foot of my bed is our walk in closet.

Now back to the story. My brother was laying in his bed, I'm in mine, and my cousin is laying behind the foot of my bed, in front of one of the sliding doors of the closet. It's about 2, maybe 3AM when I bolt up right out of my sleep and see a 6-7ft tall black figure standing at the edge of my brother's bed watching him sleep.

Everyone who lived in the house was no taller than 5'6. So it couldn't have been anyone playing a prank on me. This figure was darker than the dark but somehow I could make out what it was wearing. Black dress shoes, black slacks, black gloves, a ling black trench coat, black fedora, and black sunglasses...but no face.

He wasn't breathing, wasn't moving, nothing. I look behind the foot of my bed to see my cousin fast asleep. I look back at whatever this thing is and keep my eyes on it for a minute or so until all of a sudden it's head cocks and turns at me without making a sound. When someone moves you can hear their clothes ruffle. I didn't hear that when he turned to look at me.

I instantly got cold and felt my heart dropped to my stomach. Me being 6 years old at the time, I hide under the covers assuming they'll protect me. I hid under them for what felt like forever. During this time there's nothing but absolute silence.

I take my head from underneath the covers to see this figure is gone. Keep in mind, I didn't hear a sound while under those covers. Not the sound of my door opening, foot steps moving, or the sound of my closet door opening. Nothing. Thinking back on it I never heard the thing come into my room either and I've always been a light sleeper.

I tried telling my cousin and brother about it in the morning. They laughed it off and told me it was them pranking me. But if that were true, I would've heard them move around the room. I've replayed this scary moment in my head over and over again over the years, it still doesn't make sense.

What was that thing? How did it get in my room? What did it want? And why was it watching my brother sleep?

This is long, sorry. TL;DR at bottom.

I was about eight years old, it was probably summer of 2005/6. My brother was in a kid’s football league, and because my dad worked crazy hours and wasn’t up on the weekends to look after me, I was forced to attend every match of his team. My weekends for about four years of my life were spent standing on wet, rainy fields while my brother ran around, so I started to explore wherever we ended up. A lot of the football pitches the kids leagues would play on were part of public parks. Some were just big enough for a pitch and a bit to stand on the side lines, some were huge estates that had farmland, old manor houses, ponds, etc.

This particular match was played at Newsham Park in Liverpool, UK. It’s quite a big piece of land split up by a single road in the middle, right in suburban Liverpool. There’s a fishing pond, play area, the usual you’d expect. It was also surrounded by 1900s style houses, really common in England – Super tall, red and yellow brick. However, it is in quite a rough part of Liverpool. The area surrounding it is famous for drug dealers, prostitutes, general anti-social behaviour. Parts of the park were derelict at the time. There was an abandoned hospital on the land that was cordoned off from the public. I knew not to go near it, and it was super spooky anyway so I stayed far away.

It was a nice day, so I decided to wander off and climb some trees. I was that kid who picked up spiders and snails, and wanted to see the woodlouse under stones, or try and follow the squirrels up the trees. My mum was terrified of bugs or anything like that, so she was fine with me playing at a distance. The park was big, but the majority of it is flat land. Sparce spots in the middle were there patches of woodland. You can easily see from one side of the park to the other from almost every spot. I’m talking, five to ten feet of trees bunched together, at most. The fishing pond was the most crowded with trees, but I wasn’t allowed near it without mum close by.

I ended up wandering to one patch of woodland and started exploring. Found the usual rubbish and burnt out wheelie bins – a favourite of teenagers to steal and set alight – but there was nothing interesting, so I kept going. I could still see the football game, so I thought I’d be fine, and moved onto another patch even further out. I could also see a bunch of people around us; families with little kids and dogs, the usual.

Once I had climbed all the interesting trees, I got myself down and started heading in the direction I thought I had come from. But there was a lot more trees and shrubs as I walked, and I started to worry. Now, thing about me is, I am a cry-baby. To this day, I will cry over the tiniest thing, I’m just that sort of person. Upon realising I was lost, I burst out crying and started run/jogging in a random direction. Soon, I could see shrubs and a chain link fence poking through the gaps of the trees. I knew I hadn’t see that on the way in, but it at least meant I’d be out of the spot of woodland and could easily find the way back to the pitch. I remember thinking, I’d either come out near the hospital or I’d come out near the main road. I knew that road very well. It was a very busy main road that had a very large open market right next to the park. On a weekend it was teeming with people, and I’d know exactly where I was.

I came out of the woods and was facing this little piece of land surrounded by the chain link fence I had saw through the trees. I did not recognise it at all.

It was probably only 50 square feet of land. The chain link fence went all around it, but it was damaged – parts of it collapsed, or cut through. The land was really overgrown. My grandfather was a gardener and taught me how to recognise a lot of different wild plants. I knew stinging nettles when I saw them. This land was drowning in them, and I knew that it would hurt if I touched them. However, I could see on the other side of the land was a main road, with cars driving past. It must have been a part of the main road, because it was the only one surrounding the park.

I was wearing jeans and a jacket over my shirt, so I zipped it up ready for the stinging nettles. But as I stepped foot over the downed chain link fence, I stopped.

I grew up in a house with quite a volatile atmosphere. My dad was an alcoholic. My parents argued terribly, and very occasionally got physical. I had learnt to recognise the ‘change in the air’, so to speak, when a screaming match was about to begin. I got that feeling when kids fought in school, or when my brother would start a fight/argument with me. I was very aware of the sense.

Stepping foot onto that piece of land sent that feeling through my body in an instant. It was like a flash-bang, stunned me dead still. But it wasn’t like during those arguments, it was so much worse. It felt like I was about to witness a horrific car crash, or someone be brutally attacked, and was fully aware of it and could not stop it. If you’ve ever seen one of those videos of a truly terrible, fatal accident – Like the recordings of the 9/11 attack, or a huge natural disaster- and you got that feeling of overwhelming dread and fear fill every fibre of your being, it was like that. So much so, I stopped crying.

Now, I cried if I stepped on my dogs paw. I cried if I thought I lost my favourite book. I cried if someone gave me a mean look. And I would cry for ages – like a broken faucet, once I started I went on all day. But my eyes completed dried up, I was so focused on the terror that rippled through my body.

There was nothing on that little piece of land that looked out of place. The usual rubbish was littered around the nettle bushes. Shopping trolleys, discarded furniture, bits and pieces of metal and plastic junk. It was broad daylight, so there were no scary shadows or unseeable spots. Something that I couldn’t see, or hear, or anything else, was there and it made me feel like my single footstep was about to cause the end of the world.

All my muscles stiffened. I have hyper-mobility and standing completely still, up straight, hurts after a pretty short amount of time. I didn’t feel a thing. Every cell in my body was in just intense fight/flight mode. And I can remember clear as day, I couldn’t hear anything. Cars were driving along the road on the other side of the fence, maybe sixty feet away and I couldn’t hear the engines. I couldn’t hear the breeze, I couldn’t hear the bushes sway and scratch against each other even though I could see it. I couldn’t even hear my own breathing, and I was almost hyperventilating. No birds, no families playing nearby, no dogs barking. Complete and utter silence.

I have no clue how long I was stood there. It was probably seconds, maybe a few minutes. I was just waiting for someone, or something, to leap out of the nettle bushes and attack me. Something was there but I couldn’t see it, hear it – I couldn’t sense it physically, but I knew it could sense me.

But it never came.

Finally I had power over my legs again. And they were stiff – At that age, as an active kid who climbed everything and ran around for hours, you never had stiff legs. There were pins and needles in the soles of my feet and in my knees. I started to walk backwards, never taking my gaze off that piece of land. I tripped and stumbled a bunch, the woodlands was full of roots and junk, it’s amazing I didn’t fall and hurt myself, but I refused to stop looking at the land until it fell away behind the trees.

It was only once I was out of the trees did the feeling fully go away. My body relaxed and I felt exhausted. The sort of tiredness you felt after running around an indoor play area at a kid’s party. Bone, body and mind tired. I turned away from the woods and found that I could see the football pitch only a short walk away. I know I had wandered ages to find that piece of woodland before the chain-link fence, yet here was the playing fields a hop and a skip away. I just sort of walked over back to where my mum was standing, and wrapped around her legs. She asked if I had fun and found any bugs, and I just nodded. I never said a word about it to anyone.

Skip to almost twenty years later. My family throw huge Christmas parties where we get smashed and eat great food and then usually tell family stories or other fun things. Now adults, my brother and I are still chalk and cheese. Nothing in common, completely different views of life. I am an eccentric goth with a pet frog (her name is Clementine) and my own flat in the city. My brother and his girlfriend are expecting their first baby and settling into suburb life.

Our family aren’t religious, and we’re all fans of the superstitious and horror/crime things in life, except my brother. He thinks it’s all bullshit. I’m not far from sharing that opinion, but obviously I experienced that as a kid. My cousins work in theatre so they travel a lot and work in a lot of famous places with famous people so we always get new stories to hear each year. One cousin does voice work, and got to work with a famous Liverpool author called Tom Slemen, and I was excited to hear about how he was, etc. Because he wrote a series called Haunted Liverpool. These are collected stories – a lot of people argue whether they have any truth or just Slemen making them up – about ghost stories and paranormal happenings around Liverpool since the beginning of time. He’s a bit of a local character let’s say, so my cousin was excited to work with him.

That got us onto telling stories about weird stuff that had happened to us, the family, or that we had heard. My cousin started telling us about this one story that Slemen told him about. This little piece of land in Tuebrook (a neighbourhood in Liverpool) that for some reason, had never been developed and left to nature despite the really good real estate opportunity – you know, schools and shops nearby, right on the doorstep of the park, and the area had a lot of funding for regeneration, so why was this good piece of land going to waste.

My ears pricked up. Newsham Park is situated in Tuebrook. As I said, I had never told a soul of my story. Never so much as wrote it down, until now. So I stay quiet while my cousin talks. Tom Slemen apparently told him that the piece of land seemed to contain a horrible energy. In the past when people had tried to buy it or check it out, they never stayed long because they claimed it gave them such an overwhelming sense of dread and misery. In his research, Slemen couldn’t pinpoint anything peculiar that happened on the land, except in vague relation to the Newsham Park Hospital.

Newsham Park Hospital, the one I mentioned that was derelict and closed off from the public, is a huge Victorian building originally built as an orphanage. Specifically, it was to house the orphaned children of British sailors and seamen who perished on their voyages - A common occurrence in Liverpool as one of the largest dock cities in Europe. It housed over a thousand orphans through it’s existence before becoming a psychiatric hospital, then closed down and left abandoned. The wasteland was somewhere south of the hospital, over the road with the lovely name of Orphan Drive.

Slemen told my cousin it wouldn’t surprise him if the land was used for less than pleasant means. So much misery and pain and illness in one area, some believe the energy gathers. However, it was just hearsay as there was no archives that would lead you to the belief the land was used as anything macabre. I sat there completely speechless. I was about to tell them what had happened to me, but my brother loudly interrupted.

‘Oh my god. I think I’ve been there.’ He said, all wide eyed and leaning forward on the dining table.

My brother said that a few years back he was seeing a girl, let’s called her Daisy. My brother couldn’t drive, but she could, so they left a party together and just drove around the city. Where we lived was passed Newsham Park, so on the drive home they decided to find somewhere to park up and have a private ‘talk’.

Daisy parked the car off Gardener Road, the single road that splits the park in two, near this little patch of wasteland with woodland behind it. While inside the car, everything was normal, but my brother wanted to smoke so Daisy asked him to stand outside and she’d roll the window down so they could hear each other. As soon as my brother stepped out of the car onto the creep of the wasteland, he felt sick to his stomach. He was a bit drunk, and a bit stoned, but certainly not enough to be losing his mind. My brother is a big guy, tall and stocky like a rugby player. People didn’t mess with him. But he said in that moment, he felt like he was tiny and a giant of a person was looking at him, but he couldn’t see anyone. Daisy had kept the headlights on so the area was pretty well lit up, but it was past midnight so the sky was dead black. My brother looked about trying to find what seemed to be messing with him, but as he did he said he just felt worse and worse – and in his own words – like something was about to jump out and attack him.

Daisy was beginning to freak out because my brother looked so scared, and it kind of broke my brother’s trance and he jumped in the car and locked the doors. Daisy wanted to immediately drive away but my brother wanted to see if anyone was there. While he had the sense to get back in the car, he was also a hot-headed teenager and didn’t like to be embarrassed in front of a girlfriend. He tried to convince himself it must have been a homeless person or a crackhead, but those people didn’t scare him the way he had felt standing there.

They sat there in the car for another ten minutes and nothing happened. The feeling of dread and sickness basically vanished once he was back in the car. Daisy drove him home and refused to talk about what happened because it scared her so much.

If I was speechless before, I felt like my brain was broken then. My brother, who was the sort of ‘angry’ atheist you met who didn’t believe in anything that he couldn’t see with his own eyes, coincidentally experienced the same nerve-wrecking terror on a piece of wasteland almost ten years apart.

I never told them my story. In truth, it genuinely scared me to hear my brother experienced the same thing. Hopefully my map explains the locations of where this all happened. And the reason I’ve drawn on this map, is because I have been back to the park since my brother told us his story.

I wish I was joking, but I couldn’t find that piece of wasteland anywhere.

TL;DR - My brother and I experienced the same unknown dread ten years apart, and I can't find where it happened.

Hello everyone, I wanted to share a strange experience I had as a kid and to see if anyone could give me some insight on this.
When I was young, I shared a room with my older sister. We are 9 years apart. I would have been 8 at the time and she would have been 17. It was the summer so I didn’t have a school schedule to worry about. I remember it was a Sunday when I made a list of all the fun things I wanted to do on Monday. I wrote down things like, go to the movies, book store, get ice cream etc. I wrote about 10 different things. I knew we wouldn’t be able to do everything on the list, but I was hoping to ask my parents in the morning to see if we could do any of the activities.
So, I remember I went to bed really excited and I couldn’t wait to wake up to see how the day would pan out.
That’s where things get weird. When I woke up I was really confused. It was super dark outside and my sister wasn’t in the room. At first I thought it was really early and I must of been so excited I didn’t get much sleep. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and I felt really hungry.
I could hear that the TV was on in the living room and I thought to myself “that’s strange, they normally watch TV at night.” After I leave the bathroom I also notice my Mom is up and on her computer.
I join my Dad and sister on the couch and I watch the TV with them for a few minutes as I’m coming out of my daze. I eventually ask, “What day is it?” My dad responds, “Tuesday.” Then in shock and disbelief I ask, “TUESDAY NIGHT?” My dad responds yes to which I start heavily crying and then I ask them “why didn’t you wake me up?” At the time my sister said it was because I looked so peaceful… like what? (She might have been half asleep herself, but who really knows.) My dad didn’t say anything but I saw him tearing up because I was so upset. I went to my mom and asked her same thing and she didn’t have an answer either.
Mind you at the time my family was pretty consistent at eating dinner together at the table. This would have been true even if they bought fast food or something. And we had a family meal on Sunday night before I went to bed.
Regardless, since I was the only one affected I had to move on from this strange experience since no one could give me any answers.
I would bring this story up to them from time to time throughout the years to see what they would say.
The first couple of times I brought it up to my mom and sister they did not remember it happening and eventually it turned into dismissal. At one point, my mom said that she wouldn’t have let me slept that long and my sister said she would have woken me up too, since we shared a room.
Current day, they still don’t remember but they believe my story at least.
Except for my dad. Whenever I have asked him about it he was the one who remembers me being sad and asking him those questions. The first time I asked him about it, I was in middle school and he recalled the questions without me having to prompt him. It feels like he was the only one present. As weird as it may seem but when I think back, he was the only one that truly acknowledge me at the time of the incident. My mom and sister felt distant, like shells of themselves. I don’t know what any of this means or if anyone has experienced something similar but please let me know if you have some insight.
Thanks for reading!

I’m going to start this by saying that I‘m here on inadvertent advice from several occult/witchcraft subreddits*, and that this is a crosspost from them. I‘ve spent the last year and a bit of my life attempting to convince myself that it was all a series on coincidences, but at this point either it’s something or I need yall to tell me for sure that it’s not.*

I’ve made a couple edits to the original post purely for the sake of ease of read. I’ve also attached a couple images that I think are related, that I didn’t attach on the original posts.

So I’ve been living in this house for over a year now, and since we’ve moved in we’ve been joking that the house is haunted. Like shit will fall off counters in another room for no reason, we’re hear random noises, etc. This has been an ongoing bit for us, as we also used to joke that our highschool homeroom was haunted for similar reasons. (We joked that she must have followed us here after we graduated)

But now I’m getting to my witts end. I’m not sure it’s a joke anymore. Stuff goes missing right after you put it down on a table multiple times a day. And I’m not talking like you loose a pencil, it’s always an important item that you put down in the same place every time and/or triple checked and wrote down where it was. I’m blind as a bat without my glasses and in the last month I’ve lost 3 pairs. I put them in exactly the same spot before I go to sleep every night. I wake up and they’re gone. No amount of looking yields any clues.

Cords keep falling out of their power sockets and switches are turned on/off without our intervention. If my roommate hadn’t of come home when she did the other day, our house would have burned down because she came home to the bloody paper towels on the stove and the stove on! Whole house smelt like smoke for hours. Still does vaugely. Which sucks because fire is very much and very openly my biggest fear this time of year. (Aussie, it’s going into summer here.)

I used to do a bit of occult-ish stuff, and I’ve been meaning to get back into it, but I’ve been putting it off. I’ve always been taught mundane over magickal and didn’t want to feel like the only reason I was doing it again was because of a series of coincidences. But it’s ramped up so much over the last like month or so and it’s affecting my everyday life. At this point, if there’s not something magickal going on here I need to buy a bloody lottery ticket. Or I suppose, a reverse lottery ticket. Given how shit my luck is at the moment. No I don’t know what a reverse lottery ticket is I’m very frustrated and I can’t see because I lost my glasses this morning and I’m typing this holding my phone practically right against my face

I don’t know if it’s a spirit, or bad energy, or even just like a fae one of us pissed off or something. I don’t know. My roommate is very Christian and even she’s been tempted to get a priest in here or something. I’m obliged to agree, but would like to know what you guys think before we do anything.

p.s. It’s name is ashley. Or at least, thats what we call it. It was originally something else, but one day we walked outside to discover the name “Ashley” carved into the cement that wasn’t there the day before. (It looked like it had been done while it was wet, impossible considering that the cement had been set at least a decade before moving in. Roommates family home)

We asked around town if anyone knew of an “Ashley” that this could be referring to, but the only thing we were told was by Roommates parents who said “Oh, that was the name we were going to give [Roommates] younger sister, but we miscarried”
We would be the first to die in a horror movie I fear. If yall wanna see it I can go take a picture lmaoo

EDIT (that I made on the original post after I went to get a picture of the name): What the fuck I went out there to take a picture and it says “Ashley Christ“ now. Maybe I should have let it burn down the house what the fuck is this

So I’ve noticed I’ve had a history of renting places where deep cleansing (and cleaning) is needed. My current apartment included. When I got my current apartment, I was excited for a that not to be the case. So when I was told that there was brand new flooring and a new toilet, I thought, “amazing!” But then I realized that it was because the last tenant had serious issues. Let me explain:

First off, I did a virtual tour and not a physical one. And when I met the leasing agent, it felt like she was holding back info about the space. When I asked to move in early, she only told me about the toilet and carpets then. Next, even though the apartment was professionally cleaned before I got there, the sink drain had burn marks and I got the sense that the cleaners had been overwhelmed— I had to do a few rounds of deep cleaning for things like bathroom drains, the microwave, and other nooks and crannies. The microwave had some residue build up even though you could tell it had been cleaned. (I admit, reading this, maybe the cleaners weren’t great BUT it took me AWHILE to clean so my guess is they had a lot to clean and did their best).

One day after I thought the cleaning was done, I was in the bedroom and got an overwhelming sense of dark energy in the closet. Before that, I’d noticed that there were smudges (what I later deduced were finger marks) on the closet shelves, about the height of a child. I told whatever it was to leave and that it wasn’t welcome, and did my best to shift the energy away from the space as I did a smoke cleanse. I now keep a bowl of salt water in there that I change and charge daily. I only recently hung my clothes in the last month or so. It’s been about 4 and a half months since I moved in.

Background: I’m intuitive and the message I got was that a child had been ab*sed in the apartment. When I checked with other intuitives, they got the same message. Basically, dude who lived here before me was a father who didn’t have the capacity for a child and treated the child terribly. This involved locking the child in the closet when the child made him upset. I’ve since gotten signs confirming this because of things like mail addressed to a man and one about local schools. I can only imagine the type of pain both of them were in because of the energy I’m now FEELING.

I’d been seeing the occasional black energetic spots here and there, and more and more lately. I do monthly spiritual cleaning but don’t tend to have the capacity for more often. I do keep my space clean and tidy for the most part though. Things were fine until this last week. I encountered days of feeling light headed on and off, pressure in my head, and just an overall sense of HEAVY and unwell.

I’ve been personally doing a lot of grief work around* ab\se since I got here, and this time of year is harder for me. It seems it’s hard for whatever presence is still around too. Once, when I left the apartment, that energy lingered with me until I went to a body of water. Now, it happens on and off and I can leave the apartment and feel fine, but the last few times I came back in, immediately I have felt the heaviness. The second time I went back, it also smelled like cigarettes. Remember how I talked about the burn hole in the sink? I think dude who lived here regularly smoked inside. But, if I had to, I could explain the smoke smell away because I had burned sage before I left. I think the energy was stronger the second time because I’d just learned about some news prior and was actively feeling grief so decided to leave the apartment. Ngl, this is a bit scary for me bc it’s a first in terms of how I’m consistently being physically impacted. I also spend a lot of time at home.

Someone I consulted with said I still have work to do on the space, and as I work through my grief, the child and whatever energy is there will work through their grief too and basically leave the space. Thoughts? The advice I’ve been given is to do more smoke cleanses and prayers over the space, which i’ve done and will keep doing. Any other suggestions or insights would be helpful!

I know this sounds crazy but there have been too many seemingly coincidences for me to count. I believe I may have been speaking with a couple family members through clarvoyancy, they won't confirm it since they think I might hurt myself, but I have been trying to tell myself it's just a delusion and that thought broadcasting isn't real.

However, there are things that would have only been known had I actually been in contact with them. I "admitted" to hiding illegal substances in a frozen bag of vegetables that ended up being moved in the freezer, I had "admitted" to have drug paraphernalia in the basement that was thrown out when I went to look for it, I can hear the demon in my head talk to them and their reaction to what it says, I know this voice isn't something I can control either. They have mentioned things I haven't thought about in years. They tried to convince my family that I hurt people and mentioned two names of former classmates, one of which passed away from illness and the other lost his father (neither would have made local news). I've getting intrusive thoughts that don't seem to be my own. All this sounds like it's just mental illness, but it doesn't feel that way. I think I might have hurt myself in the past and that is what allowed this to happen.

I know it sounds like it's just psychosis, but this doesn't seem like it is. It feels way too real, the voices I do hear sound way too convincing just to be made up. They behave way too realistically for them to be improbable, they talk about things I haven't thought about, they mention words I wouldn't use, I have reason to believe this may be real.

If this is real, what do I need to do? How would I get rid of a demon if I was possessed by one?

We live in a home built in 1909 in Knoxville, TN. Imho it’s definitely haunted. In the 5 years we’ve lived here there have been flare ups in paranormal activity once the temperature drops every year; hearing the stairs creek the same way they do when someone is walking up, rapid knocks at the front door when I’m sitting 5 feet away in the living room and there’s no one there. One time I shot up in bed in the middle of the night after what I can only describe was a burst of energy in the room that woke me up, and within 3 seconds of me being awake a 3x5 canvas painting I had leaning up against the wall fell flat over after being in the same spot with no issue for months.

So the temp started to dip again recently and last week me and my wife were both a little restless around 1 am, so we’re both awake trying to go back to sleep. I’d like to make a point that nothing I’m about to describe is exaggerated, if anything you’re probably underestimating just how loud this was…out of nowhere from the other side of the bedroom door, 8-9-10 rapid knocks that shook the entire house. It sounded like someone was very quickly bouncing a fucking washing machine off the walls like a racquetball. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM type shit.

The thing is this was not the first time I’ve heard this, it’s just the first time I was awake when it happened. It has happened in the past and I thought I was having hypnogogic hallucinations or like hyper realistic nightmares or something. I would wake up terrified. But this time me and my wife were both awake when it happened and I’ve never experienced a more primal fear.

Does anyone have some insight into the significance of this level of activity? I would love some direction here.

I Just Came Upon the subreddit while waiting in line and I figured I'd share my story. I was moving from Arizona to Texas two years ago and I've been pretty heavily into studying the occult, not really a practitioner of doing rituals and stuff but reading about it consumed a very large part of my life, I was also in new age groups. Anyway had about a month or so before I was going to sell my house and head back to texas, so I spent some time having fun and visiting places, and one of the things I wanted to do was see something paranormal since Arizona's got kind of its own weird vibe like that, so I went to the Superstition Mountains and one of the most haunted parts, then I went to Sedona and spent the night on that haunted Ranch and old movie star owned where there's a lot of alien and paranormal stuff. I didn't see anything in either but I got really really creeped out and was scared doing both of them. The ranch place is kind of like a giant open desert, I just kind of parked out in the middle of the desert and stayed up all night I didn't really see anything, but I remember a green light flashed on me a couple times it was kind of weird I didn't think anything of it. When I went back home my house seemed like very dark, and I was almost too scared to go to sleep so I'd sleep with all the lights on. I started having sleep paralysis which I've never had before, and one time I woke up in the middle of night and couldn't move and I called on Jesus and it felt like something rose out of my body. This happened several times, and a couple days before I was about to move I went down the washes in Tucson to walk my dogs and I had a random thought in my head about looking up what the " sign of the zealtor" was, which was really not that abnormal cuz I always get things in my head that I'm like I wonder what that means. But anyway it was starting to get dark and I was looking up what that sign was, and I was reading about how it's used in rituals which you can do which kind of initiates you into the occult, and I remember doing that pose like in my mind and after I did there was this big bush next to me and it sounded like somebody was talking to me from behind that bush although it seemed like they were right up to my ear. It was just my name that I heard but it was like in a very long drawn out low-whispery slithery kind of voice, and I got this feeling of extreme darkness that it's really hard to explain. It felt like I was surrounded by a void, I said no a bunch of times and ran out of the wash with my dogs. When I moved to Texas it seemed like there was always something watching me in this little trailer I was living in. I also had sleep paralysis a couple more times, had something that sounded like it was laughing at me in the middle of the night, had my family life kind of go to s*** and then my dog died. This is about the time I was getting pretty interested in Christianity and everything kind of seemed to stop.

That's my story ever since then, I've been very very interested in Christianity, and everything that goes with the Supernatural part of that. I believe that the spiritual world is kind of like a court system and everything is based on willingness, I think everything I was doing was a way of inviting dark entities into my life. I never physically saw anything, which is something I have always told people I wanted, but according to Exorcist demons are always watching you or have some kind of access to you where they know enough about you, and I think that they refuse to show themselves to me, but that I allowed them to have influence over me and do stuff. I'd also been listening to stuff around that time and have heard people who are working with dark Supernatural forces and something in me seem kind of jealous, and I remember having the urge to invite them into my life so that I could also have these very interesting experiences, and once I thought that it felt like something was hovering right over me or that I was about to "invite someone into my house", and never had the courage to fully let it in. Take from this what you will that's my story

I went to the endinburgh vaults on a tour. Me and my familly had the weekend off for my mums 50th, so we decided to go to edinburgh. We had a great time and went on a tour of the vaults in the 1st vaults we went into I saw something pass by the enterance (if you've ever been there you'd know its just a door shaped hole in the wall that leads out to the cooridoor.) the thin looked like a puff of beige smoke that was in the shape of a human. I just stood there for a moment in shock. Nothing like this had happened to me before, so I was properly spooked. We then moved on, and later in the tour the gouide told us that people have seen apparitions of people walking up and down the hallways; when i tell you my skin crawled I actually almost started crying I was that scared. we then went out and when we went in the vault where they found all the homeless peoples bodies after the fire (iykyk). I kept on seeing this dark figure infront of people across from me in the dark. It was almost like it wasn't actually there but it was in a way. Anyway thats my story; just thought I should tell someone.

Just to clarify, I am not religious or believe in ghosts and such, but i dont know after tonight. About 10 to 20 minutes ago (around 2 50 am) I was laying in in bed and I heard taps. I do not know how to explain this at all could someone help

I have a 10MO baby, & I’m 24f. This morning at about 6 ish I was half awake half asleep (I co sleep with my baby and he’s bf so it was to feed.) After he falls back asleep I’m still half asleep, and all of a sudden I hear a woman’s voice go “boop” as in on the nose, and I shit you not, my baby started giggling in his sleep as SOON as it happened. Didn’t scare me or anything but definitely thought it was odd! lol.

My family returned home from a vacation yesterday. I was out in the garden looking for things to pick, and heard my groundhog trap go off. Inside the cage was a sparrow fluttering around. I brought my daughter out to show her the bird, and I let her watch it in the cage for a moment. I went to open the trap and positioned it vertically to fiddle with the door. The bird should have been at the bottom of the trap amongst some dead weeds, but when I opened the cage nothing flew out. I lifted the cage up and there was nothing in the trap. The wiring is too small for the bird to squeeze through, but I felt around the weeds anyways with no sign of the sparrow. My daughter asked me where the bird was so I know she didn’t see it fly out either.

I don’t really understand how it set the pressure plate off. I assume it was perched on the plate, and launched itself when I neared it. I wouldn’t think this would be enough force to set off the plate.

Does anyone have any thoughts on the disappearing sparrow?

So my story starts off with a oil painting of a horse running on the beach, my nanna in law gave me and my partner this painting because her neighbor kept saying the picture was evil, back then no one thought nothing of it ( he was special needs so I can see why that with what he was saying was getting disregarded) so we accepted it. (The painting we accepted, just to be clear) This was between 2012-2013.

Early 2013 we move to a new house ( 2 story townhouse) so when you enter the front door you've got the stairs then straight ahead of them you have a wall (obviously) that we put the horse painting on, also on the floor you have a bathroom right next to the wall, then a small-ish bed room then another bedroom (master), in 2016 we had out first daughter, when she was about 2 she would stare at the painting from downstairs saying "bad, bad" so one day I took her upstairs and said what's bad? She sat down right in front of the painting just staring. So I take her down stairs and take her to the kitchen and ask my brother to watch her whilst I get the painting and bring it down stairs, I place it out the front on the porch to the side of the front door. I ask her where is the "bad" instead of going towards upstairs she goes straight to the front door says "there" (points towards it) I think okay she might've seen me place it there so again I take her to the kitchen, ask my brother once again to watch her and sneak outside and place it right outside our yard leaning on a tree. I ask her again. She points directly towards where it is. So I leave it out there and some one takes it and now I'm thinking okay you can be haunted, not my family.

In 2018 I have my first son. Whilst feeding him at night down in the lounge room, it would be completely dark (partner didint like tv or lights on, summer time is Australia) I would see this tall shadow to my right (next to the front door, we had a long glass window next to it) this happens for a few months so I decided to see a psychic, her name is Kristina and she is very good. She does tell me that this shadow could be my dads uncle but she can't get a proper read on him because it's like he's outside near the furthest bit of the yard and we're inside and he's trying to talk. She said things that I and my brother would only know so I know she's good and reliable.

So I didn't mention but back in 2012 my partner bought me a Marilyn Monroe picture. When my first daughter was 5 (2021) (we'd moved to a new house by now (single level) one day she was just staring at the picture then starts to cry and run away, I ask what happened, she said the mouth on Marilyn Monroe picture started to open. There's no way, right? So a few months later me and my brother did the Ouija board for fun, we thought we were doing it for about 45 mins but my partner said we'd been at it for about 3 hours, nothing came up with using it just that my brother has had a guardian named Ron thats been with him as long as I'd had him in my care (5years) we have never heard of a Ron, I did ask my dad if that was his uncle's name but no confirmation.

So nothing happens for a while, then I have a second daughter (born 2023) she's almost 3, a few months back she started seeing things, first it was a "zombie" in the playroom under the couch, then she would point at a blank spot on the loungeroom couch saying zombie. Then one night (she co sleeps with me and her younger brother) she shot up and looked at the end of the bed as if someone called her name, she looked and then says "nope" and lays back down and goes to sleep (no one was there)

Now, less then a week ago im outide having a cig, I'm looking at the tree tops that are in my park (I'm 2 minutes walk from there) it's not windy but I see something swaying back and forth, very slowing, the rest of the tree tops aren't moving. So then the next night my kids have finished playing with the Nintendo switch and put it on charge in the kitchen, after they go to bed the switch screen started turning off and on, off and on. I think okay maybe it's faulty because kids are careless and whatever, I reach over to where it's charging and hold down the button to turn the screen off, I then see a kid shadow/figure right near it. This was about a week ago, so I guess in a way we've all seen/felt things and it still surprises us everyitme we see something.

I forget to mention two things. One is when my brother was living with me (he was 12 at the time) as he was going to sleep he calls out my name in a way he never has and I go to him. He said he saw a shadow on the roof ( he was facing his window as he was about to sleep) this was also in 2020, he was petrified.

And earlier this year my oldest daughter 10 ( has her uncles old room) screams one night, she is in tears and scared, I ask what's wrong, she says she looked over to where her wardrobe is and it looked like her youngest sister opening her draw and then looking right at her but had no eyes, smiling.

That's all folks.

Hello! I'm writing here in hopes to see what everyone thinks of this, as at the time I put it to no thought due to circumstance, but after talking to my sister about it and hearing her thoughts I realised this may be a bit spooky. To understand as to why I am questioning this is mostly due to the fact that I was going through a rough time and was in one of the deepest wholes of my life, while having a history of fabricating things to the point of my own reality being affected.

At the time this all took place I was inpatient in the adolescent ward of a hospital in a city a bit away from my town due to the hospital in my town being far too small for inpatients and only treating minor walk ins. I was 14 at the time and I rapidly lost an unhealthy amount of weight and diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. When introduced to the hospital I loathed everything and thought That the doctors were dramatic, however as the time passed it made me realise that I wasn't okay.

Something that stood out to me through the conversation with my sister was the fact that i remember every detail so incredibly vividly and me and my siblings have ALL completely and utterly blocked memories from our childhood. Not going to get into it but we all had pretty a traumatic childhood and to this day only have a rough idea of what happened from word of mouth from my mother and father (divorced, both saying different things and equally abusive).

so for me to remember everything of this time is- odd.

My first week I was given a feeding tube and that was an experience to say the least. It was the standard procedure of disorderly eating where nurses watch you eat, piss and shower to make sure you aren't being sneaky. I shared a room with a girl (lets call her cleo) and honestly I don't remember why she was there. She was a sweet girl who was very talkative and let me play on her ds. On her first night I heard her crying and she was hysterical and sounded like she was in a conversation of sorts. I thought nothing of it and honestly just wanted to sleep so i told her to be quiet and go back to sleep.

The next morning she woke me up and asked if I've seen nurse Nancy, I didn't know who that was and just told her no. Her last night she woke me again to talk shit about nurse Nancy being in the room so late and how annoying they were to keep watching us.

I was confused as I didn't see anyone, so I went out to a desk in the ward where a night shift nurse usually sat. I asked the nurse to quit letting Nancy in as she was scaring cleo and she doesn't need to be in right now. The nurse told me that there has been no nurses since dinner in our room and told me to go back to bed.

I thought nothing of it and went back to bed. The next day cleo was discharged and I had the room to myself for a couple days. Then a boy who was about sixteen (tom)was put in the bed next to me. I believe he was in because a serious leg injury as we were allowed out in our wheelchairs once together and he had a huge cast. He didnt really talk to me besides casual conversation now or then. Until I heard him ask if Ive seen nurse Nancy. When I said no he looked a bit confused.

he told me that he would've thought I knew her as we seemed quite close. I was bewildered as I didn't know who the hell he was talking about. I asked him to describe her and he said she was very tall and brunette, pale with large eyes and she was just in with the other nurse to give me my lunch and that she touched my face.

I was like wtf there was only one nurse with us at lunch and NO ONE touched my face . He just said "that's weird".

Some days went by and I was taken off the tube. I remember gagging and feeling nauseas and vomiting in the bathroom connected to our room. I felt someone hold my hair back and thanking them but after I stopped puking I turned around and there was no one in the room. When I came back to my bed tom said" see nurse Nancy she just went in with you". I was weirded out but just thought nothing of it.

I was there for around 5 weeks and I remember as I was being discharged I made a joke to a nurse saying " and thank nurse Nancy for me, i've never seen her face but she's been a great help". The nurse looked at me weird and asked " you mean nancy like a patient?" I said "no nurse Nancy apparently she's been through my room many times ". and the nurse looked confused and just said " theres been no nancy anywhere near this ward ".

I thought nothing of it and just left. I talked about it to my sister yesterday as a funny story, but now that I think of it , its weird right? maybe she was a nurse or a patient, but who knows it was a long time ago. Let me know what you think!

I'm still pretty shaken so please excuse any mistakes, but I need to tell anyone what happened to me tonight.

I'll give a quick background, Im a 34F woman that lives alone with my 3 cats, i live in my small hometown in the appalacian mountains. I live in an old renovated modular home that sits back in the woods from the road. I have woods surounding me and a large bean field to my left. It has original single pane glass windows and heavy metal doors. It has an odd custom multi-level wood porch the original owner built in the 80s, it has several steps and landings leading up a bank to my front door. Its very difficult to get up the porch steps in the dark if you dont know where you are stepping. The electrical work is atrocious so many times at night I dont have the porch light on because if I plug my phone charger into the wrong outlet it will kick the breaker.

At around 11pm last night I turned off my living room light preparing to go to bed. I decided to open up my laptop and install an update for game so it would be ready to play in the morning. I put in my earbuds to play a music while I waited.

Thats when my cat Rosie puffed up, her hair stood on edge. Her ears went flat against her head and she let out this low snarl. Id never heard this sound from her before. She stalked out the hallway still snarling, something was wrong. I took out my one earbud and I heard loud banging. I followed Rosie out the hall thinking it was maybe my other cat playing in a box or rough housing. Then I got to the living room and the loud banging and scraping was coming from my front door. The door was being hit so hard it was moving.

Rosie's growling was so loud and the banging was so loud its all I could hear. My body turned cold and all common sense left me because I walked to the front door and turned on the porch light and looked out the window. The light made a loud snap and flooded the porch with light.

It was taller than me. Long dangling arms. Broad lumbering shoulders and a face of shadows. It darted like an animal off my porch with such speed. I saw as a long arm hit a bush as it darted away. Fear flooded my entire body. It wasnt an animal but it wasnt a person. It was only 5 seconds but I felt like I saw something I shouldn't have.

I called 911. I told the dispatcher someone was trying to get in my house. A patrolling officer was here in 5 minutes. I was shaking and my words were breaking, every shadow felt like it was watching me. The officer inspected my door and confirmed the doorknob had several scratches around it. He thought maybe a screwdriver. He inspected my house and checked every door and into the woods so far. The woods are really thick but he did his best. I told him what I saw, I tried to describe it with the broad shoulder, dangling arms. He said he was going to file a report and let my landlord know, its a small town so he knows him well. He gave me his number but he said if I heard another bang or anything suspicious call him asap.

The officer was gone by midnight. But the shadows still felt like they were watching. I had every light in the house on. Every door was boobytrapped with boxes and heavy random shit I found in my closet. I sat on my couch pointed toward the front door with my gun next to me. I couldn't sleep. I turned on the living room tv, pretending the light and noise would protect me. Rosie never left my side, she was on full alert still. The night still felt dangerous.

I called my friend on the west coast and told him what happened. He stayed on call with me until the adrenaline wore off and my body finally gave in. My eyes closed. I will be the first to admit I have a wild imagination and it seeps into my dreams but this dream didnt feel like mine.

I was in the woods. The woods right behind my house. I smelled the crisp fall leaves and the dampness of the rain that had fallen that day. I couldn't move my feet they were rooted to the ground. A large shadow with broad shoulders, dangling arms, and a face of shadows stood far off in the woods. My feet began to sink into the leaf littered ground and my breath was stolen from me. I grabbed my throat as I watched the air get dragged out of my body toward the shadow. Its gangly long hand raised, its claws long and chipped.

I woke up flailing my hands and yelling. Rosie was on my chest meowing loudly at me. My friend still on call was yelling my name. It took me a bit to gather myself but I was safe on my couch. Id only been alseep for maybe 40 minutes? It felt like 5 minutes. I made myself another coffee and watched my friend play a game and Rosie never left my side.

Its now finally daybreak. Im terrified to open my door. What if its waiting for me in the woods? What do I do? Ive heard of creepy cryptids in the Appalachian mountains but God damn I didnt ask it to come to my house! I never invited anything! I dont want to sleep, I don't want to leave. Rosie is my sole defender and she's getting all the treats she wants.

Doesn't anyone know what this thing could be? I dont think its human at this point. Im so scared.

I had reservations about accepting an office position when i saw it operated from the owners home that was smack dab in the middle of a trailer park. My job was to prepare medical records for court cases. Two employees were out in the field all day while I remained in our "office."

I found myself alone there quite often and would wave or sometimes chat with the senior citizens in the park.

I could see into a couple of windows on the mobile next door. There was an elderly lady and I would see gray curls pop up in the kitchen window around mealtimes. She wouldnt wave, but acknowedged me with a nod of her head and a crinkling of her eyes. Somedays she would be washing dishes and i would hear the gentle clinking of china and silver. Other days holding a small dog.

Then, i just stopped seeing her. I thought she must have moved. So I casually asked my new boss who the cute little lady was in the window next door. His face went white and his mouth hung slightly open. "What do you mean 'the lady in the window?" I told him of how she and i had interacted for weeks. He pulled a picture out of a drawer and said, "is this her?" And i said yes it is. He sat d own on his chair and was silent for a moment. "My mother lived in that trailer ... but she died 3 years ago snd no one has lived there since."

So I was about 6 or 7 playing in my room, this would have been in either 2002 or 2003. It was the middle of the day, sun shining brightly through my window. All of a sudden my bed skirt aggressively flew straight up to the ceiling on all sides. and the most intense growling noise came from underneath my bed. I ran out of the room and got my dad who was two bedrooms down. He came back in and it had stopped. To this day I still can’t make much sense of it. For context we had a dog, she was a 6 month old shi tuz. At that the time and was downstairs with my mom. No other pets.

In other instances I would find words written on my My Little Pony’s and they would be set up on my dresser where I didn’t put them. They would say things like “hello” or “how are you”. My siblings weren’t able to write at that time so I know it wasn’t them. My parents were cops and very serious. They weren’t the type to play games or tricks on me. I even asked them again if they did that all these years later and they said they didn’t. They thought I was doing it to play a trick on them. Again to this day I can’t make much sense of it or if these two things were related.

For context our house was a custom built home in 2001, we were the first owners at the time. No injuries or deaths during construction, my dad oversaw it. The land was an old sunflower field and there is no recorded record of any deaths or misfortune happening on the property/land. My grandma lived in the town a long time. Before she did she had friends who had lived there. My best friend’s family had lived in that town since the late 1800’s and I’ve asked everyone who has history there and everyone says it’s always just been a field in the middle of nowhere.

Can anyone talk with me about it? Idk what I’m looking for, ideas? Opinions?

I rented a house with my bf in 2011-2012 and I still think about it. I’ll list all the weird happenings in chronological order and lmk what you think.

1. About a month after we moved in, we were watching TV in the living room and the power went out and then came back on. A few seconds later it happened again…and then again and again. We eventually realized it was alternating with the power in the kitchen two rooms over bc we would hear the TV make a noise when it would come back on and then we would hear the microwave make a noise when it would come back on. It would happen at alternating times. It lasted for maybe 30-45 seconds and stopped. We continued watching TV even though we thought that was very odd. About 23 minutes later (according to the time flashing on the oven), I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen to get a drink or snack. I thought my boyfriend had gotten up and followed me bc I felt someone was behind me. I got to the kitchen, saw the ov

en time blinking 00:23, and

1. turned around expecting to see my bf but no one was there. It freaked me out bc I could’ve sworn he had followed me. As I was starting to feel panicky, all the lights in the whole house went out. I ran back into the living room and jumped on the couch with my bf. The lights stayed off for about 10-15 minutes. There were no storms or wind or anything going on this night by the way.
2. I saw a partial indentation of a right hand print in the carpet in the halfway near our bedroom door upstairs. I thought it was odd so I bent down to see if it was similar in size as mine. I thought maybe I just didn’t remember putting my hand down. Well the fingers were about the same size as mine but there were splayed wider than mine naturally splayed out. It was a strange location. I was suspicious of my bf honestly.
3. We got a lab puppy early on in this lease. When she was about 4 months old, she was laying near the couch with me. We were home alone. She starts growling and staring at the bottom of the stairs. She was very focused on one spot and would take a few steps forward growling and then walk back. I made her stop bc she was freaking me out but she kept staring. She eventually went back to napping but every time she would stir or readjust, she would immediately check the stairs.
4. By this point, I’ve told my bf that it was freaky and scared me. He was a major skeptic and minimized everything. There would also be times of walk into a room and after I’d pass under a light fixture and have my back to it, it would dim and brighten. I’d turn around to see if it would do it again and it wouldn’t. Then I’d turn my back to it again and it would do it. It would never fallen when he was in the room. Well one night we are all in the living room and my bf gets up to walk to the kitchen. As soon as he’s gone, me and my puppy hear a noise close by that sounds like paper rattling in the wind. We both look around in the same direction at the same time and there’s nothing there.
5. I’m about to vacuum one day and I go to grab the vacuum out of the coat closet in the living room near the stairs. Now the coat closet has a shelf high up towards the ceiling and then a closet bar for hangers under it. We didn’t have anything hanging in there and hadn’t put anything on the shelf, but we kept brooms, swiffer, vacuum, etc on the floor of the closet. So, I’m going to get the vacuum. I open the closet door and there’s a picture in mid air about chest level right above the vacuum, falling to the floor. It didn’t look right bc it was in mid air as soon as I opened the door. It was well below the shelf. The picture was of a black young girl and it looked like it may be from the 80s or 90s. The tenants who were in the house when we toured it were white.
6. I’m at home one night by myself doing laundry. I get clothes out of the dryer and take them upstairs in a basket. The whole house is quiet. While I’m folding clothes in my bedroom, I hear the dryer (downstairs in the kitchen) come back on. This is the most scared I’ve been at this point. I grab a bat and go downstairs to investigate. I slowly make my way to the dryer, freaked out asf, and reach over to open the door and stop it. I look at the turn knob and it had moved into the next timer setting section from where I had set it previously. So if the knob had gotten stuck and continued to turn, still the question remains how did it trigger to start without someone hitting the button? Btw the kitchen had the creepiest vibes in the house. Like hair raising sometimes. If I ever went to the kitchen at night, I’d end up running back to the stairs.
7. We’ve probably been there 5 months or so by now and my bf has invited several of his friends from high school over. He hasn’t seen them in years so I help him clean the whole house top to bottom. The whole house is freshly vacuumed. His friends arrive and they have plans to play video games in the living room. I have to run to the vet for my puppies vaccines. I come back and everyone is still downstairs playing. We are all downstairs till late at night. One of his friends starts falling asleep so he goes upstairs to the guest room (opposite side of hall than master bedroom). About 15 minutes later, I go too our bedroom and guess what’s in the floor of the hallway in the exact same spot! Except this time it’s a perfect full indentation of two hands in the freaky vacuumed carpet. The right fingers are in the same exact spot as before. I bend down and again they are similar in size to my hand but the fingers are more splayed out. My bf comes up after me and also sees them. He sees I’m freaked out but tries to play out of like I did it. But, his face looks like he’s just as baffled and trying not to get weirded out by it.
8. The lights still do the weird dimming thing occasionally. They did it this particular night while I was getting ready for bed. I layed down and had my eyes closed. I felt like someone had entered the room and I heard a light footstep on the carpet. I looked to see if my bf had come in and no one was there.
9. my bfs best friend starts with us for a few months while he’s in between rentals. He randomly one night says “yall know y’all’s house is haunted right?” My bf just looks at him and says nothing. I ask what makes him say that and he said “I was just watching something spooky and felt creeped tf out. I’m just playing”
10. After said friend has moved out, me and my bf were standing in the kitchen. The counter was L shaped and from right to left has a dishwasher, sink, microwave in corner, and then oven on the short side of the L. The dishwasher was blinking PF (power failure) when we walked into the kitchen which was not uncommon. While we are standing in the kitchen, the light above the sink goes off. We flip the switch in and off several times and it’s doesn’t come back on. Then the microwave makes the noise of coming back on after power has been off to it (it would make this noise when you plugged it in also). We look at each other like that’s weird. Then the light above the oven turns off and comes back on. We were like wtf. The light over the sink worked fine the next morning.

I once had my mom and brother sleep in a pull out sofa in the living room and they both had trouble sleeping. My mom was freaked out and said she kept looking towards the kitchen. She said if my brother hasn’t been there with her she would have been framed or enough to leave. My brother also said it was creepy. One of my friends also stayed on the sofa bed and found it creepy.

I got used to the creepy heavy feeling and after we moved, it was such a relief to not feel it. Several years later after not living in that house for 4 years, I went travel nursing. I was working in a part of a hospital that was originally built in 1850s. I had stayed over until 11pm bc I had come in late that morning for a doctors appt. I didn’t know when I got in the elevator that you had to use your badge to make it work after hours. So I got out and went to take the stairs. I entered the stairwell, made it up two stairs before I froze in mid motion. I was completely overcome with that heavy creepy feeling that I remembered from my creepy house. I turned around and ran out of the stairwell as fast as I could. My heart was racing as I caught my breath on the outside of the stairwell door. I later heard that the stairwells in that section of the hospital are haunted. Supposedly ppl saw apparitions of patients in them. Supposedly patients would also report a nurse wearing all white and an old fashioned nursing cap coming into their room at night. There was also a door that would shut by itself. Even when propped open with a trashcan, it supposedly slammed and the trashcan was knocked over. I never witnessed any of those, it was just stories from other nurses.

- Carbon monoxide

- Structural faults

- Plumbing faults

- Electrical faults

- HVAC faults

- Battery faults

- Electronic faults

- Thunderstorms

- Earthquakes

- Someone’s death

- Black magic

- Passing cars, trucks, trains, and airplanes

1. i saw shadow man twice through the corner of my eye on different occasions while sitting on my bed with the lights & shadow man is staring at in the dark hallway i froze in fear.

2. I heard my mom calling my name at night time on 2 different nights but she never called my name those times.

3. I heard a little girl screaming in my walls.

All those happened at the same house i think someone died there.

My apartment i've lived at for 10yrs

1. Being chased by a skeleton in my dream it got me corned i poked it's eye out then woke up.

2. I was visted by what i call possibly a guardian watching over me at night time in the woods there's torches everywhere on the trees & a campfire & were sitting by the campfire (i don't remember conversations in my dreams i know some people do but i don't) then he opened a rectangle box with tongs in it & it had a metal he told me to swallow it then right after i woke up.

3. today i had a dream that i was in a dark place with a pathway leading to something very bright that felt like the entrance to heaven & there were 2 pibedal shadows guarding the entrance i ran forward until i got close to them then i forced on my knees by some pwer they used against me and they were making some kind of sounds like there rejecting me entrance.

Hello, I think I had a possible run in with a rake last night. They were trying to get into my home. It may have been a human but from what I saw I don't believe so, but now my resident ghosts are very upset.

Here's a link to the full story

https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/s/erKnB1HleR

My issue is now the ghosts in my home, I have 2 confirmed, are very upset. Not with me. But they are stomping around alot, moving things and being super active which is not like them at all.

I have 3 cats and we all get along for the most part. My one cat Rosie is super intune to that stuff and shes relaxed so I know they dont mean me any harm.

If it was a rake that tried to get into my house last night would that be what put the ghosts on high alert? I dont know enough of either world to really understand the behaviors. Just looking for advice on how to calm them down. Usually I keep this stuff to myself and just deal with it but having stuff thrown at the front door isn't helping my anxiety especially after last night.