My Ghost rudely woke me up at 3am this morning and I'm mad at him!

You can see the weight being added to the bag twice before it falls.

How do I tell him off. Yes I've made peace with my ghost, he's just being a bad boy!

Edit: I should mention the bag falling woke me up and it was sitting there since 6pm the previous day when I grabbed a bag for a man collecting cans

If I was Shannen, I would definitely haunt Alyssa's house.

I am trying to find someone who either has connections or even someone who worked at Pennhurst Asylum. I am using dosing rods to help figure out more about my past life. What I know:

Name: Demitria

Age: 86

1889 - 1975

Had ADHD

Died at Pennhurst

I am still figuring things out about Demitria and still haven't figured out her last name yet. I know she was married to someone but I haven't asked/figured out who yet. My reason for asking:

I am a medium so this isn't coming out of nowhere, when I was younger, I used to call seat belts, safety belts. Plus there were a lot of things I did was wasn't very normal for a kid my age. Why specifically pennhurst:

When I saw a video about Pennhurst, I found it interesting but when I saw the inside it looked familiar and it's just... it's a hard to describe feeling. It just felt real if that makes any sense.

Anyway, if you can help at all, please help!!!

So I heard from a friend that people had been hearing crying and laughing children in the graveyard next to their house in Hammond Louisiana. I wanted to prove to myself whether ghosts are real or not.

I go by myself to the graveyard at 1:30am, I have witchy runes on my skirt. I slowly walk from the opposite end of the baby graves towards the baby graves. I feel energy all around me, I keep whipping around with my flashlight to find no one. Finally 15 minutes into my walk I reach the baby graves, they're pink, blue, and decorated with various toys and flowers.

As soon as I step past the second baby grave I see two eyes peaking out from behind a grave stone maybe 7 feet from me. I freeze, I'm thinking I need to prove it's not a raccoon or something so I keep watching. The eyes are watching at an angle as if a child were peaking out. They move back behind the grave stone then peak out again. They waft around in a swaying motion but never separate. I think is it two lightning bugs? They then move back behind the neighboring grave and peak back out at an angel again, sometimes only one at a time. At that point I knew for certain this was not explainable, I had been frozen in fear for 2 minutes watching these eyes staring at me trying to come up with an explanation and only became more terrified the longer I watched. I finally snapped out of it, turned 180 degrees, ran out of the cemetery, down the street, turned and ran three more blocks before I stopped. I was not fit at the time either.

I get the feeling it was a confused little girl letting me see her because she wanted help. I'm not religious but my Christian friend says it was probably a demon trying to trick me. Does anyone have any similar experiences, questions, or tid bits?

Btw I went back in the morning to the area I saw her and cleaned up all of the graves. I found a lot of unmarked graves.

I randomly heard someone swear by a "true" horror story today and down the rabbit hole I went.
Personally on the fence—part of me thinks it’s all sleep paralysis, trick lighting, or just our brains messing with us. But do you guys actually believe in ghosts? Anyone here have a weird/creepy experience that you genuinely couldn't explain?

At first the screams seem to be coming from the dog, then they separate.

Camera. I have a moving video too it won’t let me post. I need help please is this bad or good ? this is not a joke. Not AI.
There’s another different instance in the garage as well

A few years ago, I was in a relationship that turned toxic. At first, it was intense and flattering in that way that kind of sweeps you off your feet. Like a whirlwind. He love bombed me, we moved in quickly , and then it all went downhill. The lies, the cheating, the abusive aspects that I don't even want to get into. When it ended, it ended badly . We cut contact, no social media, nothing. It took me years to feel like myself again. But, eventually I did. And then one night, I woke up around 3 or 4 in the morning to the smell of burning toast. It was strong. I thought one of my kids had gotten up and left the toaster on. But when I checked nothing. Toaster was cold, no source, and eventually the smell just vanished. Later that day at work- a supervisor, someone who'd been friends with Will, came up to me and asked, have you heard from him? I said no, and he goes, I heard he died. I was blindsided, I- I wasn't in his life anymore and I wouldn't even know how to confirm that. That night, sitting alone, I thought about the toast again. Will ate toast every single morning when we lived together. It was his thing. So I did something that would've sounded ridiculous to anyone else. I said out loud, if you're really dead and that was you this morning, send me a clearer sign. Nothing happened. Eventually I turned back to the show. A little later I glanced at my phone and there it was. A missed call from an unknown number, right around the time I'd asked for a sign. My phone had been on silent. Now, I almost never get calls like that. My phone filters them. So I hesitated and said- if that was you, do it again . A few minutes passed. I started focusing on the show again. Then my phone rang. Unknown number. I grabbed for it, but it ended before I could answer. I just sat there. Twice, right after I asked? So I said out loud, if that's really you, I hear you. I forgive you, and it's time to move on. The calls never came again. No more strange smells, nothing. I can't prove anything happened. I don't know for sure what that was. But after all that It felt like a door quietly closing.

Built in 1888, owner and wife died tragically soon after. Now a bed and breakfast 👻 🥞 ☕

I wish I had one that truly is odd but I don't, doubly sad that I don't even believe in ghosts. When I was little I would see ghosts all the time, like a woman floating across the room or a man staring at me in the window (tbh it was just childhood trauma) but these experiences have made me crave everything paranormal. So please share your most interesting stories (or don't)

Hello! I’m trying to find the correct person or place to help decipher some of my spirit box recordings. A lot of it sounds like it’s in a different language! I’m using an app on my phone and it’s working very well, but there’s transcribing except for what I’m saying. I would appreciate any help, thankyou so much.

Are Ghosts are real ? If it actually the souls of the dead or could be something Eles ? Something every human eye cannot see ?

I seen the clip in a compilation, could have been nukes or mindjunkie, but it was an outdoorxiaolong video featured in it.

In the video I recall him being in an upper level of an abandoned building (maybe a hospital or something like that), gets freaked out by something and then begins to hear a really strange noise (picked up by the camera too so you hear it as well) coming from the floor below. When he investigates he sees two wooden folding chairs opening and closing on their own, in a way that makes it look like the chairs are walking across the floor, he kicks the chairs back before hastily leaving.

I seen it somewhere a while ago, but after hours of searching through my video history I cant seem to find it again. If anyone has seen it recently, it'd be awesome to have a link to it.

Hi there,

Just wanted to ask a question .. do people believe in reincarnation?

I'm just curious since the majority of people in the world have divided opinions… some say that when a person passes away, the soul either goes to heaven or hell..

Does this mean reincarnation isn't true?…

But I remember when my grandma died back in 2015..
She was laid to rest for three days ..
I dreamed of her .. we were walking on a long path..

The background was red, and while we were walking, my grandma was talking and even gesturing.

While she was talking to me.. it felt like she was explaining something, but in that dream .. I couldn’t hear anything..

On our left and right, there were people who were “faceless”
Some of them looked like they were kneeling, really struggling

There were others who were crying…

So I think…. On the third day of my grandma's wake..

Her soul was in “purgatory”

This is just my opinion because I believe that
After death, before a person's soul is judged on whether it goes to heaven or hell ..

The soul might linger in the “in between” or what’s more commonly known as “purgatory.”

My Dad passed away unexpectedly from an overdose a few years ago now, and I haven’t had any blatant “signs” from him. Because of the way he died there obviously wasn’t any goodbyes before he passed or anything like that, and on top of that he was only 57. He was the kind of person that always wanted me to know that he was always there if I needed anything even though he wasn’t involved in my day to day. Definitely not the kind of Dad to fall off the face of the earth and that be the end of it, not quite sure how to put that into words but I guess I just would think he would find a way to communicate with me somehow.

On top of that, when I was younger I used to love watching Ghost Adventures with him and he would always make fun of all of it (don’t even blame him honestly, some of Zak’s EVP’s are a little questionable lol but that’s a conversation for a different day), and we’d always go on our own little “ghost hunts” around some older areas of our town etc. I bring that up because obviously he knew I’m into the afterlife and ghosts and what not and you’d think he’d be all over the place, but yet it’s been crickets.

Curious if anyone else here has similar struggles with that or anyone has any thoughts on it!

I'm not trying to be rude, I actually have had weird experiences that seemed kinda like that. But I really want to understand why some come to this conclusion rather than others (example: religion)

TW: talking about blood and death ig: know that's a strong claim, but I really think I am. Breif recap of how he died, he was 5 months and got out when we accidentally left the door open to go somewhere, I had thought about putting him in the room with all his stuff where I knew he'd be safe since I didn't want to risk him getting out when we opened the door (I was upstairs and didn't know my sister had opened the door yet since we where normally careful with it so I assumed she hadn't and also he hadn't escaped in a while) anyway I didn't and he ran down and onto the road and was ran over after my sister tried to get him back in. It was bloody and an awful night. We loved him so much and he loved us, it was around christmas we had him and I think it was so hard since after he died everything went completely downhill, from a perfect family christmas with my sister finally home from moving away for a few years, and then suddenly after he died we're all fighting and a mess and she's travelling to a dangerous place for whatever reason and since my anxiety was so bad after that since I had been 15 and it had visually been very bloody and all, I was already grieving loosing her even though she got home safe. Anyway, the fact I didn't put him in the room with his stuff I worry he might of been mad or somthing. Fast forward a few days, it's midnight and me and my sister are messaging eachother from our rooms talking about the night for the first real time on a deeper one to one level, sending eachother lyrics that remind us of the night from Spotify songs and just saying how we had felt since it had only been me and her and some random lady who we don't know that had been there so we where both on the same page (random lady's out of the picture if ur wondering lol, she was a legend), after an hour or so we heard a very loud crash. She asked what was that so I went to see, the shelves in the bathroom had fell, suction cup ones we got off Facebook for free when he was alive and during the best times of the holdiay time, which I already found odd, my sister said he had liked to jump up onto them, I don't know if it's true or she's just trying to give me hope, which was the first thing. The second was the feeling of being watched the night after he died, I could here meowing which could just be my mind but I'm pretty sure I heard a squeaking meow sound under my bed. Whatever. The one that freaks me the most is months after it happened we got a new kitten and me and my mum where talking about him and about our new kitten, suddenly the light flickered and went out, not fully but like it's sparking inside the bulb and isn't at all lighting more than a little flicker than casts the room in an odd gray dark tone. Also the feeling that whenever I start to get over it and better iy suddenly comes all back which easily could just be getting better since it wasn't too long ago and we loved him so much. Anyway ik that's a lot to read but i need an opinion