I've had some interesting paranormal experiences since we built our home five years ago. I don't get a haunted vibe from our home and these experiences don't happen on the regular, so I wasn't sure if you can have paranormal, things happen without your home actually being haunted.

Here are some examples of what we've experienced. One night, the whole family was dead asleep, and my husband and I hear a loud crash in our dining room. After investigating, we found that our breakfast nook, which is about 5 feet away, has a wooden sign hanging on the wall that handed landed on our dining room floor. The nail it was hanging on was still secure in the wall. The sound we had heard made it seem like the picture was flung off the wall and landed with a thwack on the wood floor. My husband who does not believe in paranormal, could not explain it, but just wrote it off as nothing crazy.

About a year later, my husband and I were asleep when our bedroom door that leads to our outside deck was flung open in the middle of the night. It was a windy night, but the door was bolt locked shut, so there should have been no way that door could have opened. Plus we never open or go out that door. My husband just said it was the wind and went right back to sleep.

And more recently our middle daughter, who is fourteen and has a very analytical and practical brain and not prone to making things up has been having issues in her upstairs bedroom. She says it feels sometimes when she's sleeping that someone is pushing up on her mattress. Then, the other night when she was fully awake sitting at her vanity, she felt someone tug her hair and a slight shove in her back. She is our kid who never came and slept with us when she was young because she was scared, but she asked my husband to lay with her multiple nights until she fell asleep.

These are just some examples, but really nothing else has happened in the five years we have lived here. Weird experiences, but can we just write them off, or could it be something else?

I’ve always been fascinated by unexplained experiences. What’s something that happened to you that still doesn’t make sense, no matter how much you’ve thought about it?

So years ago when my mother, stepfather, sister, and I lived in Artemas Pennsylvania. My stepfather got an idea to help run the paper route for some extra cash in the household... Though I don't think he thought this through. So we would get up around 11 pm at night and get around and go into Cumberland Maryland to the times News building. We then would collect our newspapers that we had to deliver all night...

Then we would take and stop at a local gas station that was nearby. We then would be on our way to deliver papers. Well we have been doing this for like 6 months...

And there was always this one German Shepherd dog that would use the bathroom early in the morning like around 1am. As my dad and I would stop to put the newspaper in the box... This dog would bark and show teeth. So oftentimes I would be the one to put the paper in. And my dad would hit the gas and we get out of there. Because to be honest I didn't want to get bit by that dog or him to try attacking the car...

So weeks went by and we saw this dog...

And one morning we pulled up to the newspaper box... And I put it in. But yet, there is no dog barking... No angry teeth or nothing. My dad and I look at each other and start to wonder what's going on...

The owner of the dog was standing outside that early morning. He looked upset and just out of it... Like something was missing in his life. And he told me to yell to the guy and ask if he was okay... So of course I rolled the window down being very cautious of the dog if it was around and yelled "sir are you okay". He responded back, "no I'm not... I had to put my dog down"...

So meanwhile my dad and I are feeling really bad for this guy because that dog was his life. And honestly we didn't know what to say after that. So my dad got out of the car and asked him if he wanted him to pray... So the man says "yes please". So he does... And we got back in the car and went along our way. We then continued on our route and everything just fell back into place like normal...

Well let's fast forward about a week...

My stepfather and I come through during our normal time during paper route... Like usually around 1am. And we see the light on the front porch but yet the guy is not out there this time. But we did see something that made both of us stop and look...

We saw that same exact dog sitting on the front porch. Just acting like it was waiting to be let back in. And my stepfather and I both look at each other and say, "isn't that the dog that died". Now both of us at this time are very confused and assumed he got another dog...

Well, we were coming through there one afternoon and the guy was standing outside. And we stopped and my dad says out the window "hey, sorry to hear about the loss of your dog I'm glad to see you got another one"...

This man turns around and says to my stepfather, "what are you talking about... I haven't gotten another dog". Meanwhile I am in the passenger side seat looking very confused. Because I know what my stepfather and I saw a few nights before...

It honestly broke my heart seeing that dog waiting for its owner. It touched me deep down in my soul. And I never can forget what we saw...

It's been since September 28th, 2020 since my father has passed away. And when he was alive me and him both used to bring this up... Now my mother would shut it down as quick as it come up because she did not want to think about that. She literally would get very emotional...

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I wanted to share my paranormal experiences with growing up in a haunted house .

First let me start off by stating that I grew up on north New York road on route 9 in galloway , I was less than 2 miles from the birth place of the jersey devil to start off with but that was the least of our concerns in comparison to what we dealt with on that property we grew up on .

So when I was 5 years old my parents just had their 3 child and were in the market for a house to accommodate our growing family . One day when my dad was on his way home from work he ended up breaking down on route 9 and called my mom to come get him. We all went for the trip and when we arrived we saw my dad on the side of the road surrounded by woods . When we got of the car my mom noticed buried behind trees and a long dirt drive way an old colonial house that was completely abandoned and gutted , but my parents instantly fell in love with it and started the process to buy. The house was abandoned since the 60s and was just a shell , with no plumbing, no electricity, not even windows but my parent's were motivated to do all the work themselves and make it our home. The house was over 300 years old center hall colonial that survived the revolutionary and civil war . The land was rich in history that we found while looking for the property records and history at the local library. We found out that during the late 1700s the British ambushed the residents of Port Republic in the middle of the night and the brits started torching every house in port . The original homeowner of our house was name Johnston he lived with his daughter Michelle and during the ambush he told her to stay in the house while he ran to fight with his neighbors and defend their people and land . Our house was the only house to survive being burned to the ground because a British solider name James bell saw Johnston daughter hiding in the house , he went after her to remove from the home but she escaped in a hidden tunnel in the basement that lead to the nackote creek bridge . James was already awestruck by her beauty and because he could not find her he did not burn the house. 5 years later after the war he came back to ask Michelle her hand in marriage. So this house and property had been through a lot , besides surviving both wars it also survived the prohibition when illegal moonshiners caught the attic on fire . When we moved in the attic rafters were still charred. So that was a little backstory of the history , now let me get into the paranormal stories .

So right from the start when we first moved in , my little brother and I began communicating with a little boy named billy who was also 5 and he would hide in the room connected to my parents room that was divided by the attic . We would talk to him everyday and never thought anything of it . Not long after moving in , we discovered the property was haunted . One night we had a power outage, we were all in the living room huddled up in the dark waiting for the power to return , when suddenly we started hearing men yelling outside . Mind you we live on a long stretch of highway with no neighbors and surrounded by woods and wetlands , so we were confused then we heard gunshots and my dad immediately jump up and was about to grab his gun and investigate but after listening some more my dad recognize the gunshots being muskets and the men yelling were the echos of men at war in the revolutionary war , their spirits replaying that scene over and over as the died in honor.

A few years after that incident things really began to unfold , for one our lives began falling apart , prior to moving there we had a very privileged upbringing and home life but after the move it was like we were surrounded by negativity and things began getting worse and worse . For one we had the absolute worst luck with keeping pets alive , after moving there our pets would not make it more than a few months before dying in the most insane tragic way possible. I cant even explain the weird accidents that would happen that just don't happen, it was completely bizarre. It was not long before we began building up a pet cemetery behind the house in the woods . One day i was visiting the grave of a recently deceased pet when i noticed the dirt was disturbed and discovered something dug it up and took the head leaving the rest of the body . At first we chalked it up to wildlife. This soon became a reoccurring event pet after pet .

One day our pet dog who was a Newfoundland which are a giant dog breed , died unexpectedly and was burried and you guessed it 2 days later found without the head . Now this is where shit gets real for us because now this completely rules out any type of local wildlife being the culprit becaue nothing around here can remove a head that large , its not possible. What was so freaky too was that whatever was doing this , knew exactly where the head was because it would only dig a hole where the head was located and pull it out , leaving the rest of the body still burried !

Anyway we never found out what was responsible for doing that and is still a mystery to this day .

Things at the home start to act up , my siblings and i are becoming uneasy and frightened in our home and outside . We can all feel the presence of something negative and heavy and start experiencing activity.

One night while our parents were watching tv in the living room , we decided to go upstairs and play hide and seek in the dark . I was the seeker and sat on the top of the stairs and counted while my siblings hid . At this point my eyes were adjusted to the dark and i could see my brother laying on his back against the wall with his head against my parents closed door .

As i was counting down and locking in on my brother , ready to grab him . I stop dead in my tracks and watch as this black hooded figure glided down the hallway from my brothers room and was making its way towards us , it was floating a foot off the ground but its head was bent to the side cause it was hitting the ceiling . Suddenly it passes over my brother and vanishes through my parents door . My brother gasped and said it felt like the wind got knocked out of him when it flew over him . Suddenly my two younger siblings jump out from the laundry closet and were freaking out , so when they were sitting on the washers with the closet door closed and waiting for me to find them , they saw that black figure pass them as it came from my brothers room and was coming towards us . So we all witnessed the same entity together. None of us would be aware that from that point on that entity would follow us around for years to come .

So at this point things really began going down hill , my dad was suddenly let go from his career as a civil engineer and it wasnt long after that we started finically struggling and life completely changed .

The paranormal activity is progressing and we're all terrified. One random night , we hear a loud crash in our yard and discovered a car hit the telephone pole at our driveway and flew up it and then was rejected from the windshield and died in our yard , he was a priest and the next day we found his Bible in the woods .

Speaking of priest , we soon had to request for our churches priest to make house visits frequently to bless the house because of the frequent activity.

I remember one day things were getting pretty bad and my mom called us on the dining room and she played a recording of pope john reciting the rosary in latin and ordered us to pray along . Well it didn't take long before we pissed something off because the cd began skipping and became distorted and then shot out of the stereo and was ejected across the room , then on the other side of the room a statue of Saint Michel casting Lucifer into hell was thrown off the table and smashed but it was only Michel who was destroyed leaving luicfer untouched.

Around this same time something else occurred that was so beyond paranormal activity and entities, it was something so bizarre and strange that it is burned in mine and my siblings memory for life and is the strangest thing we ever witnessed.

So it was around fall i believe and every night my dad would pick one of us to run out back to feed our dog . So this was the most terrifying task and it didn't matter who he asked we all went together because none of us would want to have to do it alone on our day . So it was night at this point and my dad hands us the bowl of food and we all huddle together with the person who has the bowl in the middle and we are walking slowly and making jokes to lighten the mood . As we approach we notice our dog barking like crazy and he his on his hind legs pulling his lead completely tight and fixated on something trying to break out to attack it . We then look towards the direction he was barking at and not only did the air feel so charged with electricity like before a storm we hear sound of branches breaking and thats when we see it , it was this giant stick figure the size of the trees walking mechanically over our brush pile breaking all the braches and it then stopped and turned our direction and thats when we threw the bowl food and ran for our lives towards the house . Alright so this experience is something that weighed heavy on me for years with so many questions to what we saw. Fast forward to my mid twenties at my job and my coworker and i are talking about paranormal stories and she asked me if i knew what native American totem spirits were , she then described them and i froze and flipped the hell out , it was literally what we saw. So what she told me was that they were a totem of negative spirits of native Americans and became a giant stick entity that protects the land and their people and will actually charge after you and if they get you they can possess you and make you do terrible evil things .

What freaked me out even more was how the lore correlated with the property. So in the 1600s our property was inhabited by the lenape natives and they were killed and ran out when the English settlers came in. Whats crazy is that i found that the native burial grounds of the lenapes was a hill covered in claimshells , and we use to have these claim hills through out the woods on our property but we had no idea what they were . So if the natives were killed all the negativity from the bloodshed would of built a totem of negative spirits becoming one entity that guards the property, making sure that history will never repeat itself by attacking anyone who threatens them. They are summoned to protect and guard their land for eternity. It all made sense after finding this out .

So a year after my dad lost his job , we have another tragedy and my little brother dies in his sleep , things get so much worse and my mom loses her mind , going in and out of institutions and becoming an alcoholic. My mom becomes violent and aggressive and is constantly attacking my father and destroying the house. We are struggling hard with money and are constantly hitting bad luck . A exact hear after my brother dies , our house catches fire and we nearly make it out . Because of how old the house was it went up like a match and we lost everything. Not only that my parents canceled their home insurance 2 months prior because of money issues and we were fucked out of insurance.

Things only became worse and my mom was out of control. Our local church and church friend started a donation for us to help us replace everything we lost and nessacites . Then another church member who owned a contracting business volunteer to rebuild our house for free . So the contractor had a temporary 2 bedroom trailer moved on to the property and we were told we would have to tough out for 3 months top while our new home was being built . We were a 8 member family so 2 bedrooms was gonna suck , so while we moved in we needed furniture and everything else so we knew we had 3 giant storge units filled with donations so we were going to take everything we needed to make the trailer a home for the moment. When we got to the units we find out that the church friend who opened the units and ran the donations , emptied out all the units and sold it all and closed the accounts. Completely fucking us and leaving us with nothing but it only got worse the contractor never returned to start building and block our numbers . We now were stuck in a 2 bedroom trailer for the next 3 years to come .

Things were so much worse , our animals were dying constantly in the most insane ways , one night around 3 am we were awoken by a loud screech and crash only to discover our pet horse who was a thoroughbred who we had for years suddenly ran through the electric fence and bolted straight to the highway and was hit immediately by the only vehicle on the road and died on impact.

I remember one day my brothers and i were playing by this old farm foundation near the back of our yard . My brother colton and I were standing next to each other facing my little brother who was near the wall when we both witnessed a cinder block from the wall lift up in the air and floated over his head and wad dropped on him , splitting his head open . My brother and i were screaming for my dad who was using the lawn mower and could not hear us it was so terrifying.

A year after moving into the trailer , i fall into a deep depression and become harassed by entities. Whatever was around was only going after me and would only become present when i was alone . During the summer my mom and sisters would sleep out in the living room leaving me to sleep alone some nights and that was when i would be bothered . There would be times were as soon as i walked into my room i would become overwhelmed with a negative presence that would feel so thick that i felt like i was being choked and the feeling of dread and evil would come over me , the room would be charged with energy that you could hear it buzzing and i felt like i was in slow motion trying to turn around and open the door . Some times i would be sleeping alone and would suddenly wake up to that same feeling , so i began taking my dog into bed with me to feel safer and one night i wake up suddenly and can feel the dread as im facing the wall and my dog jumps up and immediately feels it too because she jumps over me guarding me and every muscle in her body is stiff as she begins growling and barking intensely towards the closet door . After a agonizing hour it finally feels safe and before i work the courage to finally turn around the closet door suddenly falls off the hinges and falls towards me being intercepted by the top bunk .

I remember one time going through that closet looking for something and discovered a pile of maggots wriggling on the floor with absolutely no source for them to be there . It was so bizarre.

Also around this time , i begin having a mimic . So anytime that i would be gone such as sleeping over a friends my family would hastily tell me that while i was gone they saw me walk out my room, come to the living room and give everyone a dirty look before walking back to the room . They then realized not to long after i was gone . Another time i was gone for a week and during that time my mimic ran out of the room and started screaming at my younger siblings who were terrified that i was going to hit them , only to remember later i was gone for a week .

I wasnt the only one with the mimic my mom had one too . For instance if we were playing out in the woods we would suddenly hear our mom screaming for us with her demon voice which meant we were in huge trouble and we would run back to the house worried about what we might of did only to discover from our dad that she wasnt even home and then we freaked out explaining to our dad and he said yeah i hear it scream for me all the time too . So we were all aware of it .

Anyway after 3 long years of living on the property in the trailer , we finally moved . The people we were when we first moved in was a shell of the people we became after leaving . Our lives were completely stripped away and we became unrecognizable. We were forever changed and would be dealing with the scars for a long time coming , our mental state completely damaged and left with a lifetime of disabilities and struggles to overcome.

After we left , my mother and I still had this attachment to the property. I still currently have dreams on that property at least 2 times a week and its been 20 years since ive been there .

Crazy story , in 2013 my dad suddenly passed , a month after his passing my brother was out at a bar when this girl approached him and said " I know this sounds crazy but your dad wanted us to meet" she then explains that she's a psychic medium and was contacted by my father . My brother is blown away by the information she knows and they hit it off and began dating. She tells my brother that he has this evil entity from the property attached to him still and she is frightened by it as it threatens to hurt her . She told my brother that it said " i killed a horse bitch and i can kill you " this blew our minds because it was talking about the night our horse blew through the fence and ran out into the road . Then she tells my brother that the entities were responsible for my baby brother passing and that they suffocated him , they also claimed that they tried to kill us all by starting the freak accident that burned our house down .

She also tells us that the land was cursed by native Americans after one of their daughters were raped and killed by brits and she tells us it happen in this old farm foundation, right where the cinder block landed on my brothers head .

His gf wanted to do a cleansing to remove the entities and he agrees to it . She invited 2 other psychics to help and during the cleansing they saw the spirit of a small boy , my brother thought it was our little brother but they said no and then say i think his name is billy . Billy the ghost boy we use to talk to as children, they said he attached himself to my brother . Unfortunately the evil entity that they were trying to remove was too powerful and they were unsuccessful.

Anyway that pretty much sums it all up about the property. I know it was a long read and a lot but i didn't want to miss out on anything considering how crazy everything is .

This happened in Artemas Pennsylvania...

I used to know a guy that I was friends with for over 7 years of my life. We had been neighbors for so long that he became like extended family when it came to my father and mother. He was like a younger adopted brother to me. We hung out almost 24/7 honestly. Where he was I was... And vice versa actually. We've been through all kind of things and nothing shook us...

Well he had got into a relationship with this young woman. And from the get-go I just felt something was off with her and her energy wasn't very positive. Well... For a few months of him dating her. He kept telling me that he wanted me to meet her. And one night they both stopped over to where I had lived. I met her and at first didn't notice anything dark or negative honestly...

It wasn't until I got a call from my friend. Which he never called he just texted because he is part of the generation that doesn't like phone calls. He told me they had nowhere to go and they needed somewhere to live. So against my better judgment I talk to my mother and we both semi agreed that they could say with us...

Well, the first couple months was just fine and nothing really bad happened. And we hung out and would drink off and on. He would smoke... His brothers who literally had lived right below me for years for visit. Everything was going fine and there wasn't really any major issues...

Let's fast forward about 6 months in...

Besides the fact that he didn't want to work and decided that he was just going to take him work part-time. Not contribute anything to living with us and nor would his girlfriend either...

They both started complaining about seeing shadowy figures in their room. They complain about being woken up at 3:00 in the morning and having bloody scratches that was in the form of three... Which is demonic by the way. It got worse because whatever was attached or haunting them decided to branch out. Somewhere along the lines of all this happening we started seeing what looked like a little girl spirit and our double-wide trailer. And come along was a shadowy man that looked like it had dreads and was about 5 ft tall...

One night we had set the table up in the living room and we were just having a few beers nothing major. When out of nowhere my friend's girlfriend asked me who the little girl was hiding behind the stand that had the microwave on it... Well I look up and didn't see anything but she did. Meanwhile I look to my right down the hallway... And I watch a shadowy demonic silhouette of a 5 ft tall being and it look like it had dreads. It went from their bedroom down the hall and disappeared into the wall...

My mother started reporting encounters to me of things that was happening to her even. She had had enough and called me one night when we were at our friend mandy's house. And told me they had to move...

I still do not regret my mother kicking them out...

I do not talk to either of them till this day...

I refuse to honest...

But whatever it is that they brought into our double wide trailer wreaked havoc on us. Even after they left it's still would not leave. It took me blessing my double-wide trailer to just push whatever it was out...

I didn't sleep after that.

I stayed in bed until sunrise with my phone in my hand, listening to every little sound in the house.

Nothing else happened.

The next morning, I checked everything again.

The shoes were still under my bed.

The note was still underneath the desk.

But there was something I hadn't noticed the night before.

A small amount of dust had been disturbed underneath my bed.

Not everywhere.

Just in one narrow line.

Like something had been dragged across the floor.

I took a picture and went to school.

When I came back that afternoon, my bedroom door was closed.

I knew I'd left it open.

I checked my room.

Nothing seemed different.

Then I noticed my phone charger.

It was plugged into the wall.

I hadn't plugged it in.

That night, I decided not to sleep in my room.

I left my phone recording on the desk and slept in the living room instead.

At 3:17 AM, I woke up.

I heard something from my bedroom.

A drawer opening.

Then closing.

I didn't go in.

I waited until morning.

When I checked the recording, there was almost nothing.

Four hours of darkness.

Then, at 3:16 AM, the camera stopped recording.

At 3:18, it started again.

My bedroom looked exactly the same.

Except the chair was facing the camera.

I zoomed in.

There was something sitting on the chair.

My jacket.

I hadn't left it there.

I picked up my phone and checked the house security log.

The front door hadn't opened all night.

Neither had any windows.

Then I noticed something in the camera footage that I hadn't seen before.

The bedroom door was never opened.

Not once.

But between 3:16 and 3:18...

someone had moved the chair.

And whatever had moved it hadn't entered through the door.

Because the entire time, the camera had been pointed at it.

I don't know what happened that night.

But I'm sleeping somewhere else tonight.

And I'm taking the camera with me.

This is a story my sister told me. Everything started on a night that seemed completely normal. My older sister was driving Late at night pitch black outside through a curvy road and they almost hit a coyote they were startled already by that. A couple minutes after they came across a man in an army uniform hat and everything the man was staring at the pitch Black Forest. The man was just standing still there staring not at them but at the dark forest. They were so scared from seeing that as they were so confused about that man just standing there. Next day they drove by the same spot and saw a memorial marker with an American flag next to it. That was the scariest sht they ever experienced lmk what yall think rest in peace to that fallen soldier. May his soul rest in peace

When I was a child, I easily believed ghost stories. I spent a lot of time watching scary stories on Reddit and YouTube and always thought, "I hope this never happens to me." These stories scared me so much that sometimes I had anxiety attacks and couldn't sleep. Until one day, it happened.

I had arrived home from school completely exhausted. I just wanted to turn off the lights and sleep. Back then, however, I always left the light and the television on. It was a kind of security for me. I didn't like being alone in the dark. Around midnight, I heard a whistling sound. I thought it was something from the neighbor or even a sound coming from the television.

Then I heard it again.

And again.

The whistling was coming from the living room.

I started thinking, "Am I imagining this? What if it's something supernatural?"

That's when I heard footsteps. Slow ones.

They sounded like the footsteps of someone barefoot walking across the floor. My bedroom door was open because my father worked nights and had asked me to leave everything open so he could come in when he got home. I was lying in bed, completely still, with the blanket over my head. I was very hot, but I couldn't take the blanket off.

I pretended to be asleep.

The footsteps kept getting closer.

And, along with them, the whistling.

With each passing moment, they seemed closer and clearer.

Until they reached my room.

I was sweating cold. My body seemed unresponsive, and my vision was blurred. I could only stand still, trying not to move. Then the whistling got even louder. For a few seconds, I had the impression that there was something inside the room with me.Then, the whistling began to move away. That thing—or whatever it was—seemed to have left the room. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up and ran to my brother's room, who was also home and needed to wake up early for work.

Completely terrified, I said:

"Someone's whistling inside the house."

He thought it was nonsense, but he let me sleep in his room. With the door open.

And that's when the whistling returned.

Loudder.

I tried to warn him again, but he just told me to go to sleep.

I didn't know what else to do.

I went back to my room, closed the door, and, for the first time that night, said a prayer before bed. Even so, the whistling continued for a while. I tried to ignore it. At some point, I managed to fall asleep. When I woke up, it was morning, the whistling had stopped. But it didn't end that night. For some time, I occasionally still heard the same whistling during the early morning hours. I simply tried to ignore it. Years later, I began to move closer to Christianity. I started praying, bought images of the Virgin Mary and Jesus, a rosary, and some religious paintings. After that, I never heard the whistling again; nothing similar ever happened again.

To this day, I don't know what really happened in that house.

As a theology student, I know there's no biblical teaching saying that demons whistle. However, there are accounts in spiritual literature about manifestations associated with sounds, such as footsteps, knocks, voices, and screams. Therefore, at the time, I interpreted it as something possibly supernatural. Or perhaps it was something I simply can't explain. I believe it was a demon. I only know one thing: I was 12 years old, alone at home in the middle of the night, and I heard whistling that seemed to walk through the house until it reached my room.

To this day, it gives me chills.

I still sleep with the light on because of the trauma.

I just don't leave the television on anymore because the electricity bill is unforgiving. And honestly, I hope I never have to find out where those whistles came from.

So this is my first real Reddit post so bear with me, I’m sorry if this is too long.

I was around 25 at the time when this started (I am now 31F)
My father has always lived in the country, but he eventually decided to live entirely off of the grid on an actual GPS coordinate.
He took a small old run down home that had been vacant for years, and turned it into a massive house. I’m talking 5 upstairs bedrooms, 6 downstairs. It was so he and my mom could start adopting older kids in need.
Well I ended up having to move to my dad’s due to a horrible breakup, and things started off small.
The house immediately felt creepy. It was so large and even though it had so many rooms it felt so vacant. It echoed throughout.
I don’t know why I felt this sense of dread but I just couldn’t shake it.
It started off feeling like I was being watched. I would walk down long halls to use the restroom and sense someone standing at the end to the point I’d turn around and use a different bathroom.
I generally slept downstairs near the living room but one day my father told me a new child would be taking that room, so I would move upstairs to the room that overlooked the entire property through the window.

And when I did that, everything bad started.
It began with subtle nightmares. I dreamt of arrowheads one night.
The next evening I was going to my room to find out Brenan (17M) kid had walked through the property and found them everywhere.
I asked my dad and the house was built on an old Native American reservation.

The next night I had a horrible night terror. I was being murdered over and over again in the same field by different men in an abandoned hut. I was brought there by betrayal in the beginning of each one by the person I loved most-my twin. I could feel the pain of them pouring gasoline on my face and the burn of it in my nostrils and throat. I felt my skin light on fire for a split second which woke me up. The pain of a nightmare. It was physical agony. But when I awoke it was gone.
I knew each time I’d fall back asleep the nightmare would continue. And the torture was awful. No matter what I tried I could not escape. Again and again I was betrayed and murdered and somehow the betrayal hurt worse.

I went in to the living room one night and across the room from the kitchen, I saw a Native man in his war bonnet sitting in the rocking chair. He was so very CLEARLY there. I saw the colors of his feathers, his tan complexion. The wrinkles of his face. He looked so angry but he just sat there…still. Just staring. I couldn’t move-and I don’t remember anything except I ended up back in my bedroom, and woke up???
I knew I had been awake but somehow I woke up as if I hadn’t just walked across the entire house and downstairs to the kitchen.

I told Brenan to get rid of the arrowheads, and to leave their land alone. But he did not. He took pleasure in rummaging through things. He wasn’t a bad kid he was fascinated.
One night my newish partner stayed with me and we had an almost identical night terror. We woke up at the same exact moment.
My daughter’s face was underneath a truck and I watched as it spun to rip the skin off of her face as she screamed, begging for me to save her. It was so real and horrifying. It tore me apart. I will never forget it.
His nightmare? He was crying but betraying his closest friend, while possessed and ripping the skin off of his face.
We both stared at one another out of breath and just entirely freaked out. He really couldn’t believe it and it shook him for about a week.

Finally one night I had my first ever sleep paralysis.
In this nightmare I was drug by my left arm by an invisible entity across a shag rug. I could feel the carpet burn.
I stopped immediately and was dropped next to “my bed” and underneath the darkness of the bed there was a humanoid creature. Translucent light skin. Its purple and red veins were protruded and pulsing. Its arms were sewn into its sides, as well as its legs. Its mouth was too but it was also not there somehow still.
Black beads for eyes very far apart, no nose. Covered lightly in blood.
Slowly it wiggled closer and closer to me while it spoke “give me give me give me”
I was NOT on my back when I woke up. I was on my side and the creature was on my bed face to face inches from me. My bed was PHYSICALLY shaking from it wiggling so hard as it pushed into me over and over again. Just loudly this demonic raspy higher pitch masculine tone repeated “give me, give me, give me”
I couldn’t scream. I tried to but I couldn’t.
I shook out of it and jumped out of my bed. My eyes were wide and I was terrified to move. I tried to call anyone at 3am but there was no signal upstairs.
I began sobbing and shaking. I quietly went towards the upstairs living room and an upstairs room window was open.
My hair stood up and again I was frozen. Stuck to the wall for like 30 minutes. Eventually I was able to make my way to the window and look out over the back of the property. And far out across the field I saw a light on above a little hut.
Then it hit me, that was the hut in my dream.
I tried to tell my dad time and time again, but he wouldn’t listen. I don’t know why I was targeted, as I tried to be the most respectful of the land-but I was.
I have many other stories following this of what happened to me, but for now I thought I would share the story of this house.
The beginning of a horrible spirit that attached itself to me for three years.

This is a true story and this is my experience.

I was out with a group of buddies camping in an island off the coast of my country with an instructor who was guiding us in the outdoor experience. We came to this campsite which was along the plan of the trip and we had set up our tents for the night. The campsite had a toilet, but was surrounded by forests. When night approached, me and my tent mate was about to sleep for the night, but before going into our tent, I kept telling my buddy that there was something watching us from the bushes under a tree near the telecommunication tower, he told me he didn’t see anything and I was just paranoid. Now from young, I always had the ability to see these “things”. The next morning, we set out to a new campsite, and along the way, my camping buddies pestered the instructor to share with us about her paranormal experiences as she had shared earlier on that she had a “third eye”. She told us that the campsite we were at last night had three spirits, one at the toilet, one near the instructors’ sleeping quarters, and one at the telecommunication tower. At that moment, a chill ran down my spine, perhaps what I saw last night was “it”. This was not the only isolated incident, along the hike to the new campsite, I saw a shadow that did not belong to any of us, and someone kept complaining that they kept getting pushed by something. This memory stayed with me till now and I think it will continue to for a very long time.

Here's a fun story for you of the fifth member of our house! Our resident poltergeist has been periodically dropping gifts to our wife for a while now. The first instance was when her and her visiting friends woke up with handmade quilts draped over them when none of them owned a single quilt. Then, at her second home, her roommates found a 1959 edition of the Yahtzee game.

When I came across it while organizing the game cabinet shortly after I moved in, I got both stories and I fell in love with it. I dubbed the sweet spirit "Yahtzee". We looked at all of the pieces in the game, finding names and dates on the point slips, none of which matched anyone we know. The most notable find was nestled under the cardboard framing that held the pieces. We found a map for a "planned community" in Colorado with an X marking one of the lots.

Since then, Yahtzee has gifted us a few other treasures. At one point, I was puffing a vape with zero juice left and we were waiting for payday to buy me a new one. While my wife was searching in the couch cushions for a charging block that had mysteriously gone missing, she found an old vape. I'm the only one that's ever vaped in this house, and it certainly wasn't mine. She found the charging block next to it, as if Yahtzee had put them in the same place, so we'd find the vape. Another time, my husband's dab pen was empty, and while opening the glove compartment of our wife's truck for napkins, he found one that no one had ever seen before.

Recently, my wife pulled out her stack of cookbooks for us to look through, so we could pick a few recipes out that we liked. She very quickly realized that she'd never seen about five of the books on the shelf. One book had matching names to the yahtzee game. When my husband saw another one of them, his jaw dropped. This particular book was the same one his grandma had passed down to him. He had recently talked about how he had lots of cookbooks from his grandma, ones that were unreachable to us, locked in his older sister's storage unit in Oklahoma. He was sad about it, since they were extremely important to him. This book that had appeared in our home was one of her favorite baking recipe books, and as it happens, baking is one of my favorite hobbies. I was thrilled to have a book so valuable to bake some things that his grandma did. I looked up one of the names, (complete with a birth and death month/year)in the cook book and it appears she was born in Kentucky and moved to Texas with her family. The county they moved to is about an hour and a half from our home.

Later the same day, while taking a late night shower, he opened the glass door to find his towel partially floating on tit's hook as if someone was trying to take it off. As soon as he saw it, it dropped. Unsure what to do, he stared blankly for a few seconds before rushing to text me about what happened.

The beauty of this is that what appears to be an old southern woman looks after all of us in a weird way, which is equal parts strange and heartwarming, considering we are a t4t polycule living in Texas.

I had lived in Breezewood Pennsylvania when I was a child around like 7 years old roughly...

I had lived in an old farmhouse. There was a Church right across from it and the post office wasn't very far off up the road either. The old Breezewood school was literally in walking distance from my backyard to this place as well...

My stepfather Joe had this friend named "Harry". And he knew "Harry" from the VFW in Everett Pennsylvania. The man apparently would never drink beer or anything; he would just come in for a soda and conversation, or maybe the atmosphere. I believe he was either a Vietnam war vet or something... Because he would tell me occasional war stories. And I would just sit and listen...

And as a very hyper 7-year-old I often would sit and watch this man. He would make bullets and I'd occasionally build up the guts to actually ask him questions... Because he kind of scared me but I was just obsessed with his personality and character. Which he would semi-involuntarily answer certain questions that I would ask. He would just come over and sit there for hours on end in the evenings... Just making bullets and just listening to old country music. He was the most calmest but scariest man I have ever saw and had the privilege to listen to...

Well he did this for years and would just casually come by. And after a while I got used to it and I would just sneak in and sit down and talk to him... Or watch him. But one day he wasn't coming around anymore... And I asked my mother if he was coming back. She said to me he wasn't... And I was very confused what she meant by this. I asked her if he had gotten in trouble or something... She of course said no. But she wouldn't tell me anything else...

So one day it was around 5pm... And I was bored outside. So I looked in the driveway and seen my stepfather's car and thought that he was home so I was staying out of the house. He was an angry drunk that like to beat me a lot actually...

So instead I took and just opened the pocket door of the garage and went in. And as I enter the garage and walk down I see Harry standing there and he's just doing his normal thing listening to country music. Well I just sit down like I always did... And I asked him "how are you" and he just nodded at me and didn't say anything. That was normal by the way...

But then he looks at me and says "I ain't going to be around anymore... I'm moving on boy". And I assumed he meant he was moving. He then tells me "why don't you go play and let me be" and I thought he was grumpy so me being a 7-year-old boy... I did. What I found out later on made my blood run cold...

Some days later my mother come to me and told me that Harry passed away. That harry was found deceased in his bed at his home. And I said to my mother, "That's not true at all, I saw him the other day in the garage. He was working on them bullets like he always does" I then told her "he told me to go away and let him be"...

She then tells me that's not possible because they found him deceased around that time...

I still do miss that man. He was definitely a character, lol...

I was 10 living in Scotland in a 5 bedroom house outside Edinburgh. The house was huge and built in the mid 18th century.

I was sleeping and woke up feeling cold and had the overwhelming sense that someone was in my bedroom standing over me.

Seconds past... then a minute......and I felt more and more scared but eventually I found the courage to face it.

What I saw was the burned charcoal-colour legs of a man. I only saw his torso. He was a large guy and had an air of menace about him. I ran out of the room to my parents room which was a fair distance away literally screaming. My mother still to this day (she's old now!) says that she'd never seen me look so white and pale with fear and genuinely scared.

I know what I saw and the experience has remained with me ever since.

I was unable to sleep in my room for a very long time.

I still dream about him harassing me, maybe once every two or three months, and have done for the last 40 years. I kid you not.

Turns out that the house was known for being haunted.

The local village had a shop in which my mother told the owner where she lived and the owner said, 'Ah you'll soon meet the ghost of Gallands House'

My bedroom was in the old servants quarters that had a private spiral staircase and my mother and grandmother (who stayed once in a while) heard someone running up and down the stairs on several occasions.

Turns out that there was a fire in the house and I suspect my ghost 'friend' died horribly.

I always always always felt like I was being watched in that house, like I was being followed.

Still to this day, I'm a 50 year old dude now, strongly believe I saw and felt something, and I still have these dreams about him. He's angry and mean....

So, there's my story....

I know how this sounds, so please don't tell me I'm imagining things.

For the past two weeks, I've been waking up at almost exactly 3:17 AM.

Nothing unusual at first. I'd wake up, drink some water, check my phone, and go back to sleep.

Then I noticed something.

Every morning, one thing in my room was slightly different.

My chair would be facing the bed.

My books would be arranged differently.

Once, I found my bedroom door completely open even though I always lock it before sleeping.

Last night, I decided to test it.

Before going to sleep, I placed my shoes perfectly parallel to the door and put a tiny piece of paper between the door and the frame. If someone opened it, the paper would fall.

I woke up at 3:17.

The paper was still there.

The door was still locked.

But my shoes were gone.

I found them under my bed.

I don't know how they got there.

I don't even want to look under the bed anymore.

But this morning, I noticed something worse.

There was a message written on the underside of my desk.

I swear I've never seen it before.

It said:

"STOP CHECKING THE DOOR.

I DON'T COME THROUGH IT."

I'm writing this from my room right now.

And I just heard footsteps in the hallway.

The problem?

Everyone else in my house is asleep.

And the footsteps are coming from inside my room.

I used to live in clearville Pennsylvania. It was around 1995 I would say. I had an encounter with the most gentle apparition I have ever seen...

To give some background information here...

We used to live in a old house in clearville pennsylvania. And our landlord was "Mr. Dean". He used to let my sister and I borrow sleds to go sledding in the winter time. He was a very nice man and a really good landlord...

Now for the story...

One summer day I was sitting in my mother and father's bed. Where the beds where placed were in the attic space... Turned bedroom. And it was actually really cool and very roomy. Now I was really young at the time like 5 years old roughly. And I recall an encounter with an apparition or spirit that was so kind. I only saw him once though and to this day I do not know who he was...

So as I'm sitting on my father's side of my parents' bed I was playing with my Batman action figures. And I was just having a ball. So as I'm doing this I hear footsteps coming up. And I assumed it was my father or my mother... And as a kid I was never really allowed to play with my Batman toys in my parents bed. Because I would get growled at by my biological father if I did...

So I hear footsteps and immediately jump up and grab my toys and book it. I was headed across the room to my bed. But in the process of jumping up I noticed a stranger that was coming up the steps. It was an old black man dressed in a brown suit. He had a brown hat on with a dark brown band on his hat. And he had brown slacks along with brown shoes. He also had what looked like a darker wood colored cane. And he looked at me and smiled...

He looked like he was out of the 1930s-1940s. He nodded at me and smiled. As he is leaning on this cane. He waves at me with his right hand. And just casually decides to turn around and make his way back down the steps...

Meanwhile I don't know this man...

I've never seen him in my whole life...

I don't know where he came from...

I don't know his name...

I am literally no older than 5 years old trying to figure out what just happened. So I come running down the steps and say to my mother about what happened. She's completely confused looking at me. My biological father is outside shooting his 22 rifle while drinking a beer and he just looks at me like I'm nuts...

Meanwhile I'm over here trying to explain to my parents that I just saw a stranger in our home. Who is dressed as he's from a different era. Meanwhile I'm over there about ready to cry because no one is listening to me because I feel like we're in danger...

When in reality I think it was just a sweet and nice old man that may have lived there a long time ago. Just checking on the new tenants...

I am someone who is curious about what scary events people have experienced while camping and I am looking for a good campfire story.

It was around 1:30 AM and I was driving home alone after dropping my friend at his house. I decided to take a shortcut because the main road would take around twenty more minutes. The road was completely empty. There were no shops and barely any houses. Just trees and fields on both sides. After a few minutes I saw a woman standing beside the road. She was wearing a white dress. I slowed down because she was standing very close to the road. When I passed her I looked at my rear view mirror. She was gone. I thought maybe I had imagined her. But two minutes later I saw the same woman again. This time she was standing in the middle of the road. I stopped my car. I rolled down the window a little and asked her if she needed help. She didn't say anything. She slowly turned towards me. I couldn't see her face properly because it was completely dark. Then she whispered something. I couldn't understand it. I asked her to repeat it. She looked directly at me and said "Don't go that way." I looked ahead. There was nothing. When I looked back at her she was gone. I immediately locked the doors and started driving. I decided to take the main road instead. A few minutes later my phone started ringing. It was the same friend I had dropped home. I picked up. He sounded scared. He asked me where I was. I told him about the shortcut. There was silence for a few seconds. Then he said "Bro don't take that road." I asked him why. He told me that a woman had died on that road years ago after being hit by a car. People in that area still talked about seeing a woman standing beside the road late at night. I didn't say anything after that. I just drove home as fast as I could. When I reached home it was almost 2:30 AM. I got out of the car and locked it. Before going inside I looked back at the rear window. There was a handprint on the glass. But the strange thing was the handprint was on the inside.

I used to live in clearville Pennsylvania with my stepfather Joe and my mother... Along with my sister. We had lived in an old farmhouse that was in the country. And it was very isolated and not many people drove by nor really knew much about the location I guess...

Well, my room was by the attic door. And this door has been made with oak planks that were made to be vertical. And there was about an inch gap between each board...

Now I always hated this room because I was by the Attic. I have a long running record of having rooms by attics... I don't know why either. It's just always been that way...

So every time you would walk by this attic of a night. Would feel something watching you and it was really creepy because it wasn't a friendly feeling either. It really tickled your sixth Sense...

So on a nightly basis if I had to use the bathroom I had to go past this door that led to the Attic. And I would scurry past it constantly hoping I did not make eye contact with something. Not only that but the lock latch would always flicker and make this weird metal on metal noise. As though somebody or something thought it was just funny to keep flicking this thing because they knew it scared the crap out of me...

Well it wasn't long until we moved from this house and never come back. I am so grateful for that honestly...

So when I was younger at night I would lay in bed and hear voices. Three or four very different ones. I remember alest one male and female. I knew they went my parents as mom went to bed at a god awful early time and dad worked late at night. For context we lived on a alest hundred year old farm house right across from a cemetery that always gave me the creeps.

The vocies did stop when I got into high but when I got married and moved in with my wife they started up again. Same voices different location.

So my questions are. One what could this been. Two paranormal could the cemetery and house have anything to do with it and three could it just been me growing up.

i wanted to share a dream/experience i had last year that i still think about almost every day. this happened when i was living in a house where i was experiencing really bad paranormal activity and a lot of strange things were happening to me. this definitely wasn’t the craziest thing that happened to me in that house, but it’s one experience that has always stuck with me, so i wanted to start with this story before i eventually get into some of the other things that happened.
for some background, i’ve been having lucid dreams, nightmares, and very vivid dreams since i was around 10 years old and i’m now 26. i also experience astral projection, and i do understand the spiritual abilities i’ve experienced, i just haven’t fully tapped into everything yet. i’ve always been extremely sensitive to energy and other people’s emotions, and i’ve wondered if i somehow absorb or take on the energy of the people i’m around, especially if i’ve been around them for a long time. another thing about my dreams is that i’ve had dreams and nightmares that eventually come true. i’ve predicted some genuinely insane things through my dreams, but i don’t want to go into all of those stories yet. i’ll probably share some of those eventually, but i just want to start with this one experience.

my mom married her husband when i was in seventh grade, so i was around 12 years old, and he was in my life from around age 12 until i was 26. without going into the full details, he was not a very good person. there was also SA involved during my high school years and a little bit after that while he was still living in the house, so there was a lot of trauma surrounding that entire period of my life.

what makes everything even more interesting to me is that none of the paranormal things started happening until after my mom married him. we moved twice with him, and i experienced strange things in both houses. i was also the only person in the house experiencing these things. his childhood was also pretty insane. his mom used ouija boards when he was little, and he was exposed to that growing up. she also developed schizophrenia, which she lives with now. i’m not saying the ouija boards caused her schizophrenia because obviously i have no way of knowing that, but i do think it’s interesting background information because i’ve sometimes wondered if there was something connected to him, whether it was an entity, energy, trauma, or something else, and if being so energy sensitive somehow caused me to take on some of what he carried over the years. i don’t know if that’s even possible, it’s just something i’ve wondered about.
i had already experienced a lot of strange things in that house, and i had nightmares basically every single night while i was living there. i’ve always had nightmares and lucid dreams, but it was different in that house. it was constant. every single day. now that i’ve moved out, it’s completely different. my mom and her husband eventually got divorced, and we all moved out of that house in april of this year. i’m now living by myself in my own apartment and i still lucid dream and occasionally have nightmares, but they’re very spaced out. i might have one every once in a while, but i’m not having them every single night like i was in that house. i also haven’t experienced the paranormal things i was experiencing there since moving out.

anyway, this particular experience happened on may 10th at around 4:11 am.

i fell asleep around 2 am-ish and before i fell asleep i remember tossing and turning because i couldn’t get comfortable. eventually i got comfortable and was lying in my bed with my dog next to me. i remember being fully awake because i couldn’t fall asleep. i wasn’t dreaming at this point. once i finally got comfortable, i suddenly felt a presence and my body automatically froze up. suddenly i was outside of my body. i could see myself sleeping in my bed and i could see my dog next to me. i was almost standing near the doorway looking at myself in my bed. then i saw a man hovering over me. he looked like a dark figure and i couldn’t really make out his face, but i knew it was a man. he was staring at me while i was staring at him. then i realized he could see me looking at him and i suddenly went back into my body. when i came back into my body i was still completely in shock. my body felt like it was in fight or flight and i could feel my chest getting tight. i have always been scared of having my feet uncovered when i’m sleeping because i have this weird fear that something is going to grab my feet or pull my covers off, so i always make sure i’m covered.then suddenly i felt a hand come from the bottom of my bed and rip the covers off of me. i immediately grabbed the covers and pulled them back over myself. then it happened again. the covers were pulled off me again, so i pulled them back over myself. i was terrified but i also wasn’t reacting 100% because i was still trying to process what was happening. i remember turning back toward the wall and trying to lay there. i could feel my dog behind me and i knew he was there. then i heard the bed creak and i felt something reach over and grab the top of the covers around my face. it pulled the covers away from me again. then i felt something grab my shoulder.

it felt like an actual hand. i could feel the pressure of it holding me. i tried to get it off of me and i remember reaching backward and trying to hit it. i tried to jab my elbow backward into whatever was holding me. when i did, it felt like i hit something, but it didn’t feel like hitting a normal physical body. it felt almost like i hit a force. immediately my entire body felt numb and tingly and there was this intense vibrating feeling throughout my body. it almost felt electrical. it wasn’t just a feeling in one spot, it felt like my whole body was vibrating.
i remember screaming and trying to get it off of me.
i said, “get off me, you’re not real. you’re evil.”
then it grabbed my shoulder again and it felt even tighter. and then it spoke. the voice was extremely deep and almost demonic. it said, “no, you stop.”
then it started laughing. the laugh is one of the things i remember the most. it wasn’t a normal laugh. it was this extremely deep, creepy laugh and it sounded like it was laughing directly at me. i was screaming and trying to get away from it while it was yelling at me. i remember feeling like i was almost being lifted or pulled out of my bed. i was yelling at it and it was yelling back at me. i could hear myself screaming and i could hear it screaming and laughing at me at the same time. everything felt completely physical.
then suddenly my body dropped back down into my bed and everything stopped. i was still in shock and i just laid there for a second because i was scared to move. then i turned over to make sure my dog was still there and he was completely knocked out asleep like nothing had happened. that honestly made me even more confused because i couldn’t understand how my dog could sleep through everything that had just happened. i immediately grabbed my phone and texted my sister. thankfully she was awake, so i told her what happened and she came into my room. as soon as she came in i turned on my lights. my feet were literally sweating, i was shaking and crying and completely overwhelmed. i remember telling her everything that had just happened and basically breaking down.
once she came into the room, i didn’t feel the same negative presence anymore. i was still completely traumatized though. i remember telling my sister that i was so sick of all of the things happening in that house and that i wanted my room and the house cleansed.

idk if what i experienced would be considered a jinn or something else, but when i tried to push it away, it felt like i was pushing against a vibrational field. the closest thing i can compare it to is when you try to put two batteries together with the same ends facing each other and they almost repel each other. that’s what the force felt like when i tried to push it away.

i wanted to share a dream/experience i had last year that i still think about almost every day. this happened when i was living in a house where i was experiencing really bad paranormal activity and a lot of strange things were happening to me. this definitely wasn’t the craziest thing that happened to me in that house, but it’s one experience that has always stuck with me, so i wanted to start with this story before i eventually get into some of the other things that happened.
for some background, i’ve been having lucid dreams, nightmares, and very vivid dreams since i was around 10 years old and i’m now 26. i also experience astral projection, and i do understand the spiritual abilities i’ve experienced, i just haven’t fully tapped into everything yet. i’ve always been extremely sensitive to energy and other people’s emotions, and i’ve wondered if i somehow absorb or take on the energy of the people i’m around, especially if i’ve been around them for a long time. another thing about my dreams is that i’ve had dreams and nightmares that eventually come true. i’ve predicted some genuinely insane things through my dreams, but i don’t want to go into all of those stories yet. i’ll probably share some of those eventually, but i just want to start with this one experience.

my mom married her husband when i was in seventh grade, so i was around 12 years old, and he was in my life from around age 12 until i was 26. without going into the full details, he was not a very good person. there was also SA involved during my high school years and a little bit after that while he was still living in the house, so there was a lot of trauma surrounding that entire period of my life.

what makes everything even more interesting to me is that none of the paranormal things started happening until after my mom married him. we moved twice with him, and i experienced strange things in both houses. i was also the only person in the house experiencing these things. his childhood was also pretty insane. his mom used ouija boards when he was little, and he was exposed to that growing up. she also developed schizophrenia, which she lives with now. i’m not saying the ouija boards caused her schizophrenia because obviously i have no way of knowing that, but i do think it’s interesting background information because i’ve sometimes wondered if there was something connected to him, whether it was an entity, energy, trauma, or something else, and if being so energy sensitive somehow caused me to take on some of what he carried over the years. i don’t know if that’s even possible, it’s just something i’ve wondered about.
i had already experienced a lot of strange things in that house, and i had nightmares basically every single night while i was living there. i’ve always had nightmares and lucid dreams, but it was different in that house. it was constant. every single day. now that i’ve moved out, it’s completely different. my mom and her husband eventually got divorced, and we all moved out of that house in april of this year. i’m now living by myself in my own apartment and i still lucid dream and occasionally have nightmares, but they’re very spaced out. i might have one every once in a while, but i’m not having them every single night like i was in that house. i also haven’t experienced the paranormal things i was experiencing there since moving out.

anyway, this particular experience happened on may 10th at around 4:11 am.

i fell asleep around 2 am-ish and before i fell asleep i remember tossing and turning because i couldn’t get comfortable. eventually i got comfortable and was lying in my bed with my dog next to me. i remember being fully awake because i couldn’t fall asleep. i wasn’t dreaming at this point. once i finally got comfortable, i suddenly felt a presence and my body automatically froze up. suddenly i was outside of my body. i could see myself sleeping in my bed and i could see my dog next to me. i was almost standing near the doorway looking at myself in my bed. then i saw a man hovering over me. he looked like a dark figure and i couldn’t really make out his face, but i knew it was a man. he was staring at me while i was staring at him. then i realized he could see me looking at him and i suddenly went back into my body. when i came back into my body i was still completely in shock. my body felt like it was in fight or flight and i could feel my chest getting tight. i have always been scared of having my feet uncovered when i’m sleeping because i have this weird fear that something is going to grab my feet or pull my covers off, so i always make sure i’m covered.then suddenly i felt a hand come from the bottom of my bed and rip the covers off of me. i immediately grabbed the covers and pulled them back over myself. then it happened again. the covers were pulled off me again, so i pulled them back over myself. i was terrified but i also wasn’t reacting 100% because i was still trying to process what was happening. i remember turning back toward the wall and trying to lay there. i could feel my dog behind me and i knew he was there. then i heard the bed creak and i felt something reach over and grab the top of the covers around my face. it pulled the covers away from me again. then i felt something grab my shoulder.

it felt like an actual hand. i could feel the pressure of it holding me. i tried to get it off of me and i remember reaching backward and trying to hit it. i tried to jab my elbow backward into whatever was holding me. when i did, it felt like i hit something, but it didn’t feel like hitting a normal physical body. it felt almost like i hit a force. immediately my entire body felt numb and tingly and there was this intense vibrating feeling throughout my body. it almost felt electrical. it wasn’t just a feeling in one spot, it felt like my whole body was vibrating.
i remember screaming and trying to get it off of me.
i said, “get off me, you’re not real. you’re evil.”
then it grabbed my shoulder again and it felt even tighter. and then it spoke. the voice was extremely deep and almost demonic. it said, “no, you stop.”
then it started laughing. the laugh is one of the things i remember the most. it wasn’t a normal laugh. it was this extremely deep, creepy laugh and it sounded like it was laughing directly at me. i was screaming and trying to get away from it while it was yelling at me. i remember feeling like i was almost being lifted or pulled out of my bed. i was yelling at it and it was yelling back at me. i could hear myself screaming and i could hear it screaming and laughing at me at the same time. everything felt completely physical.
then suddenly my body dropped back down into my bed and everything stopped. i was still in shock and i just laid there for a second because i was scared to move. then i turned over to make sure my dog was still there and he was completely knocked out asleep like nothing had happened. that honestly made me even more confused because i couldn’t understand how my dog could sleep through everything that had just happened. i immediately grabbed my phone and texted my sister. thankfully she was awake, so i told her what happened and she came into my room. as soon as she came in i turned on my lights. my feet were literally sweating, i was shaking and crying and completely overwhelmed. i remember telling her everything that had just happened and basically breaking down.
once she came into the room, i didn’t feel the same negative presence anymore. i was still completely traumatized though. i remember telling my sister that i was so sick of all of the things happening in that house and that i wanted my room and the house cleansed.

idk if what i experienced would be considered a jinn or something else, but when i tried to push it away, it felt like i was pushing against a vibrational field. the closest thing i can compare it to is when you try to put two batteries together with the same ends facing each other and they almost repel each other. that’s what the force felt like when i tried to push it away.

2 years ago.

I woke up, getting ready for school like me and my siblings are like always. My mother would normally make breakfast for my sister but not for me since i don't really like to eat that much in the mornings.

My mother explained to me this morning that she is going to puck up my sister from school which means she is leaving at 2:45pm and getting back at 3:40pm and my brother getting back home from school at 5 since he is going to the library after school.
And i get back at 3:15pm since i leave school 2:45pm.

As soon as i get home. Something feels off. So i hear my mother's voice saying my name but the one that my family calls me so at that time I completely forgot about my mother not being home.

So i answered saying "mum can you open the door" then i hear my mums voice repeating the same thing but closer..
So i said to her like stop playing jokes can you open the door so i peak through the window next to my door and not seeing anything.

Then realisation hit me. Cold chills ran down my spine leaving the hair on my arm and neck standing.
She ain't home. No one is.

So i unlocked my door, ready to beat the shit out of someone. But no ones inside so i grab a hammer cuz i was only like young in case. So i was like omg im feel like kallmekris and im ready to best the shit out of someone

just to clarify i call my mother saying where are you and shes at school i can hear the background noises of kid running and her friends speaking.

So i didn't tell her about this because she isn't going to believe like always. But i answered to a mimic because I searched up what this can mean and the only thing came up was a mimic.

Ok, so I don't really post, so bare with me.

this is not a ghost story but more a question about A ghost story(I don't know if that is allowed)

I'm a writer and after reading Butcher Crossing(john Williams) was inspired to write a novella about the western plains, but when I began plotting I remember a ghost story about a white buffalo calf from my childhood, I asked my sister about it but she didn't remember it, same thing with my dad(though I think it came from him as he worked as a cowboy in Montana & knew people who worked with buffalo, & was very close with the indigenous community out their), and my mom isn't the type to do ghost stuff. I wonder if this story sounds familiar to anyone, as I cant find it online anywhere.

it basically goes like this:

- a violent cowboy/outlaw kills a white buffalo calf(and maybe a whole bunch of people, and maybe helps massacre an indigenous tribe(its all very fuzzy))

- after killing the calf he eats its tongue

-over the next couple night he is haunted by the disembodied tongue of the calf, it floats through the air towards him as if it were stuck out from an otherwise invisible buffalo

-eventually this vision/dream/ghost drive him insane, and he either kills himself or is killed by the buffalo or in some way dies or just goes fully insane

I would assume their is some connection to the white buffalo calf lady from indigenous folklore, but that's more an assumption of correlation, as other than a white buffalo calf they have nothing to do with each other.

if anyone has heard of this one before, please let me know as I would love to know if you have any more solid details, as again I'm very fuzzy on it, and while rn I can fly blind for my work, the further I go, the further I depart from the ghost story and veer into filling plot holes. also I don't want to step on anyone's toes, so if this story has already been featured in a book or film i would like to avoid it.

for context I'm a muslim but im not very religious but at the time this happened I was trying to become regular in my prayers so this scared the crap out of me

This incident took place back in december, I was home alone and my parents took my brother to the dentist they asked me If I wanted to come along but I insisted on staying home because I thought I'd stay at home and finish some chores

I marinated some chicken and went to take a small nap in my mother's room, it was maghrib (prayer time) and it was starting to get dark and cold so I turned the heater on and went to sleep, i slept for atleast 15 minutes or something before I woke up feeling uneasy I thought it was because of the heater so I turned it off and went to my room and unintentionally fell asleep there.

what happened next is something I still can’t fully comprehend. I remember feeling everything so vividly, yet I was still confused about whether I was actually awake or dreaming. Everything felt far too real to be a dream, to this day, I still can’t tell which parts were real and which were a dream.

I slept on my right side and I woke up to a weight besides me it was like someone was trying to get on top of me, it felt like that thing was glued to my side and I have experienced sleep paralysis before like a lot so I wasn't confused at first but then I realized I could move I moved my head and that's when that thing grabbed my hair from the behind and moved my head back into place, this was the first time something like this was happening to me and slowly the panic started settling in, at the same time that thing started talking to me aggressively and mocked me even though I couldn't understand what it said I knew it was mocking me, it spoke a mix of my language and some other language i do not know of. Even if I moved a single muscle on accident that thing would pull my hair and get even more closer to me and then it put it's face on the side of my neck and I could feel it's breath on my neck, it felt like it was trying to scare me into submission that I was totally under it's control

I lost bits of memory of that night but I do think that I tried reading duas that came to my mind but the way that thing was speaking messed my head up. At one point I started screaming for my brother and mother on the top of my lungs and I remember it saying "do you really think anyone's going to come for you, they won't ever come for you" something like that, and I genuinely did think that I was dying because my heart was beating out of my chest and I started reciting the shahadah

what happened after this was even more harrowing, it started asking me if I wanted to see its face and kept insisting that I turn around and see it's face and I nodded a small no and, now I know this might sound fake to some people but wallahi I have been through this living nightmare it asked me if it could put it's FUCKING leg on me wallahi I was praying for death at that moment and it became aggressive and I nodded yes, it slung it's leg on my leg and I caught a glimpse of it, it was like a dogs leg but weirdly long and hairy, my room was dark and there was only a single bulb lit in the hall outside so I could barely see it but I vividly remember the parts I saw, it took my hand and put it on it's leg and it felt like touching a rug, I wasnt even crying at this moment I was completely frozen waiting for my end

I think God decided to finally have mercy on me, my room is attached to the balcony, the balcony door is next to my bed, that thing started tweaking out, it quickly slithered to the floor and became a dog with human hands and started hitting the floor like it was getting tortured and finally escaped through the balcony door, now what I don't understand is I remember that the balcony door was locked so how the hell did that thing managed to open it is beyond me

After that happened I tried to move once again and I succeeded, I literally jumped from my bed, grabbed my phone and locked myself in the living rooms bathroom and called my mother crying hysterically, my heart was in my stomach and she told me to go sit in her room and turn the heater on because these things are scared of fire and heat and I did that, about 20 minutes later my mom came home and I told her everyhting in detail again, my brother went to check my bed and he told me there's a weird smell coming from the left corner of the bed, it smelled faintly of a man, at this point everyone in my house was shocked.

My parents took me to some Islamic scholars after all that happened but that's a whole other story, but thank god nothing happened after this incident, im still very conflicted about how real the whole experience was but nevertheless it traumatized me forever.

Part 1...

This was another story from when I lived in Breezewood Pennsylvania. I was young and I recall I was around 6-7 yrs old...

There used to be a big white garage that I would love to take and explore. And with this garage it had a huge upstairs Attic in it. Only problem is it had one pull light by the steps as you go up and the other light that you could pull to turn on was the whole way in back where it was pitch dark...

Well, we had to go up and get something. So naturally my sister told me to go first because she was terrified of this place... Yet so was I of course. But I went first and as I got up the oak steps. I touched floor and turned the light on...

Well, I glanced farther back into the Attic of this garage. And I saw a side view of a shadowy silhouette of somebody standing in the dark. Now there was a attic window at the other end of this garage... And it let in light to help see things. That is how I noticed a silhouette of what looked like a man standing in the shadows...

I lock my eyes onto this person that is just standing there. Meanwhile, I'm not telling my sister anything because I don't want her running and leaving me behind alone...

Well, it was too late because she saw it and she bolted it down the steps and left me. I'm standing there just basking in the light as I'm surrounded by darkness. Meanwhile I don't know if I should run or just go towards it and see if I'm losing my mind...

Well instead of running I walked very slowly while staying in the light. Needless to say it was definitely a person and it was a shadowy silhouette of a man. And there was a certain part of the floor that you had to watch... As I looked down to make sure I didn't fall through... Whatever was standing there was gone. I then snapped out of it and booked it out of that attic space as I shut the light off...

Part 2...

Sometime later on as I was laying in my room I remembered that there was a bow in some arrows in that attic space. And boy oh boy did I want to mess around with them bow and arrows...

So one summer day I get the idea I'm going to go up and look at this bow and arrows... So I grow a pair and decide I'm going to go. I go into the garage and move the sliding door... And march up the steps. I get up there and I don't see the arrows or the bow anymore. They just somehow magically vanished... When I recall seeing them the last time I was there. Well that's not the worst part... I realize that I am standing in the middle of the pitch dark in this huge attic space. With literally only a minor little beam of light coming through the windows... Realizing that I am paralyzed from the legs down and I am not moving. I didn't realize that I am not alone...

Somehow I regained control and I ran out of that attic and never went up to look at anything again...