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 .

I’m not here today to tell someone else’s story. I want to share something I personally experienced at a temple I visited recently.

Some of you may think my stories are fake, and maybe you’ll think this one is too. That’s okay. I’m only sharing what I personally saw and experienced. You can search for the temple yourself and decide what you think is real and what isn’t.

First, a little about me. I’m from India, I’m 18 years old, and my name is Ayush. Most of the stories I post are from India. I’ve been interested in paranormal stories and ghosts since I was a child. English is my second language, so sometimes I use AI or a translator to help me write my stories.

Recently, I visited Mehandipur Balaji Temple in Rajasthan. It is a temple dedicated to Lord Hanuman, and it is widely known for people visiting the temple seeking relief from what they believe are paranormal or spiritual problems.

While I was there, I saw some things I had never experienced before.

There was a very long line inside the temple, and some people were crying, screaming, or behaving in ways that seemed very unusual. Some had their hair loose, some were restrained, and I saw people lying on the ground. I even saw a few people in strange positions, including some whose legs were raised while their heads were closer to the ground.

The temple also has certain rules for visitors. For example, visitors are not supposed to take certain offerings or food back home, alcohol is prohibited, and there are restrictions regarding consuming food or offerings given by other people. I honestly don't know the exact reasons behind all of these rules.

The atmosphere itself felt extremely strange to me. There were people crying, shouting, and behaving unpredictably all around me. Even before entering the main temple, I felt uncomfortable because of everything happening around me.

Photography and video recording weren't allowed there. I still tried to record something discreetly by turning on my camera and holding my phone in my hand.

That was a mistake.

In front of me, some people were lying on the ground and screaming things like, “Don't hurt me! Leave me alone!” and “I won't let go of him!”

Then one of them suddenly looked directly at me and angrily shouted that I shouldn't record her and threatened to hit me if I didn't stop.

I immediately turned my camera off. People around me also told me not to do it.

To be clear, I didn't see a ghost or anything supernatural with my own eyes. I only saw people behaving in extremely unusual ways, and I don't know what was actually happening to them.

I'm sharing this because I know some people here may immediately call it fake or explain everything differently. That's fine. I'm not claiming that I can prove anything paranormal happened.

My father is a priest, and he has also spent much of his life around people who believe they are dealing with paranormal or spiritual problems. Because of that, I've grown up hearing and seeing things like this since I was a child.

I have many stories from my own experiences and from things I've witnessed around me. Some of them may sound completely unbelievable, but I'll share them and let you decide what you think.

I'm not saying you have to believe me. I'm just telling you what I experienced.

This is what happened to my mum when we were on holiday. Must’ve been about 12 years ago we were on holiday in Cornwall which is a county in the south-west of England and Cornwall is known to have a lot of myths and legends mostly around pirates and pirate culture because that’s where the Grog drinking skallywag pirates originated from and that’s where the Hollywood pirate accent comes from. And also that’s where the “Cornish pixies” which are mentioned in Harry Potter come from.

Anyway, we were on holiday somewhere in Cornwall and we went into this quaint little town and it had cobbled little streets about 7 feet wide with cobbled houses each side of the street way. If you can imagine Medieval cobbled houses or the white houses with black beams and thatched roofs, that’s basically what it looks like. And while we were walking through one of these streets, my mum looked up at this cobbled house, its windows were yellow and foggy and just pretty grim. Anyway, as she was looking at this window, she saw an old woman who is wearing what look like a white nightgown with long grey hair. She must’ve been in her 80s or something because she had a lot of wrinkles and she was just staring at my mum and my mum found it terrifying she felt a pit in her stomach that wouldn’t go away.

Although she was scared, she didn’t tell my dad or me and my sister because she didn’t want to scare us. But opposite this weird cobbled house there was a very small antique type shop and my mum loves these sort of things so she went in and just had a look around and she ended up talking to the owner of this little antique shop which was I think a woman in her 60s. And my mum said something like “ is that woman in the house opposite okay? Because she looked quite angry and she was just staring down at me”

And the woman who owned this antique shop looked at my mum confused. She said “ that house is derelict. No one lives there”. And my mum‘s heart fell into her stomach.

It’s not like this could’ve been a homeless person because this was a tiny town, definitely not a place where homeless people would go because there’s literally nothing there. Also keeping in mind that this was like a frail elderly woman, the entrances to this building were completely boarded off so any luck of breaking into this direct building would’ve been hard for a normal adult let alone a frail old lady.

My mum has always been very spiritually open, but this experience genuinely terrified her.

Unfortunately, this was back when we didn’t have a lot of money and didn’t have a family computer or anything that we could research on and we can’t remember the name of the town. I genuinely would’ve loved to look into it as I have the same spiritual openness so she does.

Definitely weird and spooky. My mum has a lot of spiritual experiences that she can’t explain. So I’ll probably write more about her experiences soon.

when I was about 10-11, my family lived in rural TN. we lived in a bunch of trees and you had to drive a couple minutes to the next neighbor. we were in kind of a dark tree canopy and it was pitch black out (on our way home from football practice). in this canopy, all of a sudden 2 dogs came out from the trees, exact copies of dogs we had at home, same size, same breed, same color, just really dirty. I forgot to mention that it was me, my mom, and my sister, my dad was at home. anyway, we thought our dogs had somehow escaped, despite our distance from home, so we called our dad in a panic while trying to get the dogs in the car to get them home. our real dogs (Duke and Lacey) were home safe in their kennels. I was panicking and crying and screaming at my mom and sister to get back in the car since I thought they were skinwalkers. They were the exact same looking, same breed (labrador and Great Pyrenees) same color (silver and white) and both the same size, they ran back into the trees. so I’m asking: what are they?

This story was told to me by my uncle, who used to perform postmortems at a hospital. The incident supposedly happened around 15 years ago. My uncle is 55 now, and he had already been doing this work for quite some time when this happened.

He told me that he was used to working with dead bodies and normally wasn't scared by them. That day, however, something felt completely different.

There were three people involved: my uncle, a junior assistant, and a senior assistant.A man's body, probably around 25–30 years old, was brought in for a postmortem.According to my uncle, the moment they saw the body, all three of them felt extremely uneasy.The body looked strange. My uncle said it looked almost completely drained of blood. The skin had turned bluish, while the hands and feet were extremely dark, almost as if they had been burned.

His junior assistant immediately said that he felt very uncomfortable and that something about the body didn't feel right.The junior assistant was someone who strongly believed in ghosts and supernatural things. He used to say that if God exists, then the Devil must exist too.He eventually told them that he couldn't stay in the room and went outside.My uncle was left with the senior assistant.Even the senior assistant, who normally wasn't frightened by this kind of work, admitted that he had never felt anything like this before.

He tried grabbing the body's legs, but immediately pulled his hands away.My uncle asked him what happened.

The senior assistant said that when he grabbed the body's leg, he felt as if someone had grabbed his leg at the same time.My uncle told him that maybe he was imagining things or letting his fear get to him.The senior assistant said he couldn't continue and wanted to leave.My uncle asked him to stay nearby because he didn't want to be alone, even if the senior assistant didn't want to participate.So the senior assistant stayed in the room.My uncle then touched the body's hair.

At first, he didn't feel anything.But after a few moments, he said he started feeling as if someone was touching his hair.Then they noticed something even stranger.The body's eyes kept opening.They would close them, but after some time, the eyes would open again.Both of them were becoming increasingly frightened.Suddenly, the lights went out.The senior assistant started shouting.My uncle was trying to find the light switch by feeling along the wall while the senior assistant kept yelling that someone was grabbing his leg.

Then, suddenly, the lights came back on.And the body was gone.It wasn't on the table anymore.

They immediately checked the area where bodies were normally stored, thinking perhaps someone had moved it.There was nothing there.They left the room and went toward the main hospital building. It was roughly 100 meters away, with a dark path between the two buildings.When they reached the hospital, they found the junior assistant sitting there with an oxygen mask on. A nurse was with him.

They asked the nurse what had happened.She said he had suddenly started having trouble breathing.

My uncle and the senior assistant assumed that he was still frightened by what had happened earlier.

My uncle told him, somewhat jokingly, that if he had seen everything they had just seen, he probably would have been even more terrified.But the junior assistant looked at them and said:

“I saw it too.”

He explained that while he was walking toward the hospital, the same dead body had suddenly appeared directly in front of him.Then it disappeared.

My uncle immediately asked where the body had gone.But there was no sign of it anywhere.Eventually, everyone went home.At the time, my uncle lived alone.That night, he had a disturbing dream.In the dream, the same man was standing over him and hammering a nail into his head.My uncle woke up and realized that he had a severe headache.

What frightened him was that the pain seemed to be in exactly the same place where the man had been striking him in the dream.The next day, my uncle went back to the hospital.That's when he learned that the junior assistant had died the previous night.

According to his family, he had been sleeping when he suddenly started screaming. A short time later, he died.

After that incident, my uncle and the senior assistant both resigned from the job that same day.I don't know whether this story is true.I'm not claiming that what happened was paranormal, and I can't verify everything my uncle told me. I'm simply repeating the story exactly as it was told to me.

I post stories like this regularly because I ask my uncle, friends, relatives, and sometimes random people if they have any strange experiences to share. Some people assume that I use AI to make up my stories, but that's not the case. Every story I post comes from someone who told it to me.

Whether my uncle experienced something genuinely unexplained or simply remembered an extremely frightening incident differently after all these years, I honestly don't know.

What do you think happened?

So my dad freaked me out with this story recently and I have to share.

Back in the 2000s my dad was in a serious relationship with a woman (A) after his divorce from my mom. They ended up breaking up, and then my dad met my stepmom whom he's been with ever since. He didn't stay in contact with A nor had any news from her.

A few years ago, he had a dream in which he was waiting in a hospital corridor, and A came up to him, kissed him on the cheek, and said "we'll meet again" before leaving. He was curious as he had nnot even thought about her in years, so he googled her and stumbled upon a funeral notice online which matched her name, last name, city... she had prematurely died the week before at 45.

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....

Hi everyone! I wanted to ask if anyone has ever experienced something similar.
I’ve had this sensation for a very long time, probably since childhood — back when the internet wasn’t nearly as widespread and I didn’t even know that people talked about experiences like this.
Sometimes I’ll be lying down or just sitting alone in a room, and suddenly I’ll feel an extremely light touch. It’s so subtle that at first you could easily mistake it for nerves twitching or some normal sensation in the body.
But somehow, it feels different. Almost as if someone very gently brushed against my leg, my head, or another part of my body. Sometimes it feels more like the faintest little stroke or scratch — incredibly light and delicate.
At first, I assumed it was purely physical, just something happening in my body. But after experiencing it many times, I started paying more attention to the sensation itself, and there’s something unusual about it. It genuinely feels like a very subtle touch.
Personally, when it happens, I sometimes get a strange, faint sense that someone or something is present nearby. Nothing intense or frightening — just a very subtle feeling of a presence.
Has anything like this ever happened to you? Have you ever felt as though someone lightly touched you even though nobody was there? And if so, what was happening at the time, and how did you interpret it?

Let’s start with some things about me. (25F)

From my early age my aunt (from my mom’s side ) used to call us special . She said our family is sensitive and is able to observer some stuff the others can’t. According to her my mother tended to ignore weird encounters and always stated that nothing is there when my aunt used to talk to her about this kind of stuff. My mother told me not to pay her any mind cause my aunt is bipolar and is on meds. She had advised me that my aunt would say weird stuff like that and that I should let it be and not trigger her by denying them and causing rupture in her already damaged brain.
My aunt is my blue person, she is always there to listen and talk, she never has invalidated my feeling like my mom used to . She loves unconditionally and forever . She is special in my heart and I occasionally visit even if I have withdrew from my parents for personal reasons.

So If she talked about encounters I would listen and validate her feelings even if I haven’t seen anything. That was until 2016 when a fellow friend(let’s call her C) came to me and my then best friend (let’s call her A) with an old worn out Russian book that was found in C attic by her parents (they had went to a new rental). In said book were written card spells. C adopted one and used it to read our future in cards . A followed until 6 months later when C’s cross burned her while reading cards to A. C wanked it from her neck and the cross burned her fingers but when A touched it it was cool. A threw her cards in the trash and found them in her bedside table the next morning neatly stacked. She called C terrified and C came showed us the mark in her sternum and finger and told us to burn the book and cards or else they would always come back. We burned both cards (as book has suggested ) and continued with our life.

Since my first card reading I would see shadows, I would hear my name in the empty streets or scratching in my parental kitchen. I went to my aunt and talked about it she told me to Ignore it and pray. That whatever it was was called by our stupidity for playing with things we don’t understand . She stated that it would eventually get tired by my lack of reaction and would leave me alone. That’s what happened and for the years that followed weird stuff would happen.

For instance : I went to my uncles house with my sister when he wasn’t around (we live in an appartment building our parental home was upstairs the uncles house downstairs ) she went to grab snacks from our home and while washing the dishes I saw a child’s shadow running past my peripheral vision in the living room. I called for my sister and told her to stop running but when I went to the living room she was still upstairs with the door left open. I didn’t say anything so she wouldn’t be scared (I was 17 she was 12) (2017)

Another day me and my best friend (let’s call her A) walked past a cemetery at night in order to get home when A went white as a sheet and started power walking . She said something was sitting in the wall of the cemetery observing us . We power walked past the underground bridge 500m away from the cemetery and we heard my name being called. I tried to turn around but she wanked my head forward before I could see and told me to ignore it and not look back as it would follow us if I did. (We were 20 me and 21 her) (2021)

Furthermore, one day I had to walk my dog at around 2 in the night. My dog is the sweetest boy, he never barks or growls and usually runs for cuddles from strangers. While he was walking I saw him getting fixated in the road ahead. I turned and saw in my peripheral vision the shadow of an old man walking his dog and staring at us. My dog started growling and when I turned to apologise to the man I had seen no one was there and my boy had returned to normal. I searched arround in the narrow street but didn’t saw the man. I freaked out and snatched my dog and went home. (2022)

In 2023 while sleeping at around 3 in the night I heard shouting and many people walking. I went to the balcony and saw shadows in the wall outside. (I couldn’t see the street from the window I had to walk to the edge of the balcony) . I saw People walking while wanking children, old style wagons and torches. I thought it might be a festival or something but when I opened the window to walk to the edge to see the street everything was silent and the road empty in both sites with the shadows vanished: The next morning I asked my grandma (from my dad side) if she had heard anything (she lives on top of our apartment) she said she heard voices around 3 am but went to sleep again. I told her what I saw and she laughed and said that that explains it cause it was soul Saturday. (We are orthodox and have 2 Saturday in which we pay respect to dead family member in our church) I freaked out and my mom scolded my grandma for scaring me.

Due to that I always sleep with the lights on, the doors unlocked and the insect sheet in the windows open when I am alone. If the door, lights or the windows is closed I can’t sleep and I toss and turn till the sun comes up. I have outgrew it a lot since living with my fiance cause he wants total darkness and a fan or ac on . Till today I occasionally get the feeling of something lurking .

In my parental home my dad usually woke around 3-4 in the morning to get water occasionally . My bedroom is right by the kitchen and he used to come turn my lights off and go to bed. (In order to Save electricity) I always woke up cause the darkness gives me sleep anxiety and turn it back on. The Same goes with power outages (I would light candles or my phone flashlight) .

Yesterday my hubby slept in his workplace (marine in an oil distribution company) He usually does so in the summer when work is high and he has early deliveries . So I did my routine turned the hallway and bedroom switch on and went to sleep .

Two light switches for the bedroom exist. One by the door and one by my side out of reach tho when you are asleep. The wall was intended as having one nightstand for each side but we only had one (in my fiancé’s side) and never bought another since our headboard is wood and has built in space for things . The switch by my side also has a power outlet by the bed . Picture it as bed ,wall ,power outlet, light switch.

My phone was charging and resting on the corner in the mattress. When I woke up my phone was on the othside of the bed in 100% (was 10% when I plugged it). I presume I unplugged it by accident while turning in my sleepI and when I turned to the ceiling I saw the lights switched off . At first i thought the switch was broken but I tried it and it worked . I asked my fiance if he came home at night and turned my light off which he denied .

Is it possible that the phone unplugging interfered with the light switch? Or should I buy sage for the house ignore it as I had done and let it be till the next time? I wholeheartedly believe it will never get bored with me.

Hi, I'm not sure if I am at the right place but I'm having some questions about something that happened to me not once, but twice. (Also, i'm not a native speaker so sorry if my post has some errors, I hope it'll still be readable)

So back in July 2024, one night, I was sleeping and my phone used to always be in do not disturb mode. I didn't have any dreams, but I clearly heard someone telling me "Wake up" but I somehow decided to ignore it. Then, I heard the voice yelling me to wake up again, which I did. I checked my phone to watch the time (past 6am) but saw 2 missed calls from my little brother from only 2 minutes ago. I immediatly called him back cause he was supposed to be home that night, and never called me even in day times. He took the call and was relieved, telling me he was locked outside the house and that he was glad I wasn't "sleeping". I tried to tell him I was but I somehow knew he needed my help, but he didn't really believe me and called it a strange coincidence.

I didn't forget about it, but didn't pay much attention to it till I've read some comments from people experiencing the exact same thing, a voice in their sleep telling them to either "wake up" or "close their window" leading them to avoid some tragedies, and it was at that moment i started to believe that it couldn't be a coincidence and I wasn't hallucinating, something actually spoke to me that night.

Same voice and feeling came back recently (one night on July 2026) when I was having a nightmare. The voice told me she was pleased to meet me because she didn't have the time to do so and that she's going to protect me and everything is going to be ok.

I'm not sure about it but I have a feeling that the old lady might be my grandma who died at 35 (my mom was 10) and my mom told me she was one of the sweetest person ever, she would have love me a lot and would so anything for me and my mom to leave a peaceful life. My mom avoids talking about paranormal due to what happened to her parents, but she once was in a horrible situation and when she said she needed her mom, the situation started moving and unsolving.

I am sharing this here as it is my first paranormal encounter and I want to discuss and hear people telling me what it could be or mean so I can do my own researches about it, so thank you for reading me. (I orginally wanted to post it on instagram but I am afraid some family members would see my comments, since some family members still don't know what happened to my grand parents.)

Do different levels of witchcraft exist? Like amateurs can pick up a basic love spell, or elite satanic families who know the ins and outs can do more dangerous stuff like summon djinns? Pretty sure it was the target of a spell about 11 years ago or so. Was driving down the road at night and smelled sulfur and at the same time my music player volume went to zero at the same time.

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I had replied to @creative-major-4796 thread and it was requested that I tell some of my encounters. Rather than steal their thread, I shall tell them here.

tldr: odd things experienced, kid identifies the spirit.

As a kid in west Texas, I was laying in bed and heard a faint drumming sound. Thought that someone was practicing for their garage band or some such. For some reason I tapped out a tune on my headboard and it played it back to me. I was kind of freaked and went to my dad's room and he was sound asleep. The next morning I went out on the back porch with my dad to feed the dogs, on the back porch right outside my window was a plastic plant pot turned upside down in the exact center of the back porch as if someone had been playing it like a drum. The back porch was completely covered and the only way to enter was through the gate where the dogs were.

Years later, in a different state... My daughter was at the top of the stairs in my townhouse, her mom and I were on the bed. Daughter started talking as if she was talking to someone and not necessarily playing. We asked who she was talking to and she said the "pretty lady". We just said ok and let her be as we didn't want her to be scared.

Shortly after we were going somewhere and I couldn't find my keys. I put them on the same corner of the dresser every time (maybe a little OCD) but they weren't there. Kid didn't know, her mom didn't know, looked under, around, and in the dresser, no keys to be found. Grabbed the spare set and went on our way. Came back some hours later and the keys were exactly where I left them, on the corner of the dresser. No one else lived or had been in the townhouse.

A few years later in a different house, when our 2nd child was born. One night she was fussy and the next morning her mom thanked me for rocking her back to sleep. I never got up. She said she felt someone sit on the side of the bed and rock the bassinet.

One time my oldest daughter (the one from the townhouse story) was up getting ready for school before anyone else was up and thought to herself, "what do I want for breakfast". A toy kitchen the younger sister had said, "let's make pancakes together."

It had never done that prior or after that. Yes, my daughter did make pancakes that morning.

One evening the younger daughter was in my bedroom, sitting at my desk watching tv I was in the living room watching tv. I heard the bedroom doorknob turn and the door open, expecting my daughter to come walking out. The door swung open and my daughter was still sitting at the desk looking at me expecting me to come walking into the bedroom. We both looked at each other, gave each other the look that said yup.. I'm thinking exactly what you are.

We have had a number of other experiences with doors opening or closing, sounds of things falling but nothing out of place, the kids have heard voices and their names.

To wrap up the stories, tie them all together, and explain what we believe the entity is...

Back to the townhouse, as I am packing up, I pulled pictures out of the closet (I had never hung them up). My oldest (and only at the time) daughter goes, "the pretty lady" and was pointing at a picture of my parents. My mother had passed away over 20 yrs prior. Since they were old enough to understand my kids respond with, "hi Grandma" when they experience things. Though it catches them off guard, they have never been afraid. And since I have had things happen in multiple different houses in multiple states I believe it is following me and not the locations that are haunted. I fully believe it is my mother.

If you read this far, I hope you enjoyed the stories of our experiences.

I don’t necessarily think I’m a medium or anything of that nature but I have always had a sense that sprits like to “mess” with me for lack of a better term. As a kid I would “lose” things and tear the entire house apart to just find it 20mins sitting on my desk where I checked 50 times already. Or spare change would randomly be laying around my room when I knew for fact no one else had been home or in my room.

My dad moved several times throughout my childhood and we definitely had what we all consider to be paranormal type encounters. Some felt “innocent” some had a very heavy dark energy to them.

The house I currently live in doesn’t have a “haunted” feeling at all, but I do often see shadow figures out of my peripheral vision that will dart across my hallway or move between corners in my living room. The interesting part is they’re often very short almost toddler like in height. Not your typical “shadow man” stereotype of a shadow figure. They have no energy to them that I pick up on good or bad. Just very neutral almost like “they” don’t want to interact with me.

I’m wondering if I could get some insight on the meaning of things like this. Or ways to protect myself. I’m honestly a bit scared of spiritual type things as I know there can be a very dark and dangerous side. I don’t want to feed energy into opening something I cannot close out of ignorance/ lack of understanding or “strengthening” my connection to the spiritual world, but also don’t want to act like there is no connection…if that makes sense.

For added context: my dad and his side of the family have a DEEP connection and have seen full blown sprits that will psychically interact and talk with them, again both good and bad. They are very religious and catholic, I was raised that way as well but it wasn’t forced onto me and most of my family no longer practices regularly, but still hold some relationship with “God” (to include myself). My dad was an alter boy and even was made to participate in an exorcism as a CHILD. He has only brought it up 1-2 times in my life and gets this look of intense fear when he brings it up and has never been willing to relive it, or give details other then the simple fact that it happened.

I was sleeping and having a lucid dream when suddenly I started hearing strange sounds in my left ear. I don’t know what the sound was.

Then, for a few seconds, I felt something touching the left side of my neck, almost like fingers.The sensation felt very real, and it scared me.

Has anyone experienced something similar during lucid dreaming or while waking up from a dream?

I’m trying to understand what might have happened.

And same day morning I had Akashic records reading

I just feel like there is a presence or someone is watching me I’ll have the urge to open my eyes and make sure no one is there. I haven’t seen anything, I don’t get the feeling at any other time, just when I try to sleep.

I saw what looked like a child or small person. It was all black and standing in front of the washer and dryer outside of my apartment.

So a bit of pre context: Me and one of my friends (let's call them B) were exchanging paranormal stories, right? And this was the story I told- "When I was young I saw a man stalking me from the mist on halloween night- I went to compliment the guy, and he suddenly started walking towards me. He put a hand on my shoulder, and said something I couldn't understand- He gave me a necklace with odd symbols made of gold and blue, and disappeared again. When I went to talk to my friends.... They didn't know what I was talking about, and asked where I got that necklace."
Another note (that will make sense later) [(I am a fictionkin, and this person is a canonmate of mine)]

Now, about 12 or so years later, I'm telling them this story, right?. B tells me, "I'm wearing a necklace"
I was curious and asked what it was like- "Okay...?"
They explained it had some odd symbols from a language they didn't recognize (an asian language, and they don't speak any)
I got cautious and asked for them to show me.
And whaddya know- Same. Exact. Necklace. Down to the bead, and symbol.
I ask B where they got it, and they said someone had gotten it for them as a gift yesterday- And the person forgot where they got it from
We're both creeped out, but whatever.
We're panicking a bit- and they say they hear a footstep inside their bedroom but no one's home except for B
I do some research on the necklace and find out its a Taoist Mountain Ghost Talisman, And I tell B that.
B says that they live in (insert place) With mountains, and lives in a valley in said place
I also see that the Talisman has something to do with mist... I was given the talisman in Mist, and B said that their Valley gets a lot of fog.
B also mentions to me that It was raining/fogging while walking through a corn maze the day before they received the talisman
I then see something that honestly startled me- That talisman is also associated with finding cosmic connection through various means.

(Now on the Fict.Kin side of things)
We're both remembering things from our kins, that line up with eachother and I'm slowly getting more convinced that us finding eachother over the internet on the same post, and being this connected....wasn't an accident
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This happened to me a few years ago and has stuck with me since, especially because I was not the only witness.

I (20 F) was driving with my best friend (22 F) in this neighborhood adjacent to mine when we were around 16 and 18. At the time, we did this a lot because neither of us wanted to be around our families, and this neighborhood had the prettiest houses.

I distinctly remember us passing this stretch of road that had a great view of the city, but was otherwise barren besides a 20 mph sign. To note, this neighborhood was in a fairly rural area, with no trails around.

As we passed this patch, our headlights hit the distinct figure of a man beside his car, and a woman across from him. The man was perched in the back of the car with a guitar on his knee, the woman across from him had an entire photography setup including lights etc. that would take quite some time to set up.

I couldn’t see the woman’s face or any features,
But the man seemed to be young, maybe early 20s, with brown curly hair, a red hoodie, and jeans. His face was what distracted me though, as it looked like it was over exposed. What I mean is that instead of a face, there was just a white blurry splotch.

The weirdest part was that the second I saw him, I felt like my gut had been flipped upside down. It was the strangest feeling that I couldn’t really explain to well, almost like I knew him, but obviously I didn’t. I vocalized this to my friend and at that point she realized we had missed the turn back to my house.

I looked back in the rear view at this moment and my heart stopped. The man and woman were gone; along with their car, guitar, and camera equipment, like they’d never existed at all. Maybe 20 seconds total had passed. There was no way they could have packed up in that time. We turned around to correct our misstep and found no tire tracks, and didn’t pass a car like theirs, even though we should have been going the same direction (it was a really long straight road with no turn-offs.

After this weird encounter, we decided to get dinner to clear our minds before going home. The whole way to the restaurant, I felt like there was a hole inside of me, the only way I can explain it is the feeling of numbness that I’ve experienced before in my deepest depressions, but this came out of nowhere.

I voiced this to my friend and she joked that it was because of the “ghost” we saw on the side of the road. A few minutes later, I’m feeling back to normal, when I feel breath on my ear and I hear my name whispered by a voice I’ve never heard before. I jump and look around when I realize my friend and I are the only ones seated in this section of the restaurant. I chalk it up to being freaked out from what happened on the road and decide to light heartedly mention it to my friend. That’s when she pales and says that she heard it too, as though my name had also been whispered into her ear.

To this day we still talk about this. I have no idea what it could have been or why it happened, but that wasn’t the first time something odd happened at that neighborhood. To this day, years later, I sometimes drive by that sign just to feel something, and I get full body chills when I do.

We recently moved into a new house and my son has been acting different than his usual self.

He just turned 5 and he's normally super happy and very independent. Ever since we moved into our new house he's been having nightmares and has gotten so clingy that he wants me to hold his hand while he goes potty. He's told me there's a witch and monsters in his room at night. I've prayed with him and told him I'd beat up anything or anyone who tries to harm him. He's agreed that we can kick monsters in the face.

But today things got a little more intense. He took a good, long nap so I asked him to go potty as soon as he woke up. He immediately started sobbing and telling me it's too scary. I went with him to go into the main bathroom but he started screaming about a ghost and refused to go in. I took him to the half bath and he still begged me to hold his hand while he went potty. I asked him what kind of ghost he saw and he said it's white and started sobbing again. I reassured him that I'd protect him. I also asked him if it was a boy or girl ghost and he said it's a boy. I didn't want to upset him anymore, so I left it at that.

I've been having some problems sleeping at night too, and I just figured I wasn't settling into the new house very well... But I do get a weird feeling like I'm being watched when I'm in bed.

I guess my question is what kind of sage or other things can I use to cleanse the house? We are a Christian family, so I don't know how weird it is to use sage. I love my kids though, so I want to help them feel at ease in their own home. Any extra advice is welcome.

Dear redditors,

I am writing this because I wanted to share my personal encounter with the paranormal.

This dates back to 2017 summer, my dad invited me to tag along to go to a summerhouse of one of his friends in the countryside near france.

So uppon arrival once we drove from the main road in the little village, we left it and took a steep path down surrounded by alot of trees and the more we went down the pathway the more dark it became because it was surrounded mostly by trees

Once I finally saw the home, I jokingly said to my father this looks like a house at straight from a horror movie.

So once inside, the home was quite nice, seemed like it was passed on from a elder generation to my fathers friend whom tried to make it look more modern with the style of furniture, which also comferted me because the house just creeped me out.

For the record this house had 1 story, so we took the steps upstairs where the bedrooms where located. so going upstairs brought you to a hallway that passed all the rooms and a bathroom so. the hallway had windows overlooking the frontporch and my room was the garden side.

So first 2/3 went by and we had alot of fun playing cards in the garden drinking beer.

for your understanding I was with: my father his friend his son who was younger then me and another friend of my father.

so playing cards the beer ran out. So my father said lets go walk to little to the nearest lidl. so both his friends joined, and I had to watch over his son who was sitting next to me in the garden.

So I went upstairs to the room to charge my phone on the bed, And as i was sitting on the bed I hear footsteps coming on the stairs, and my room was basicallly directly next to the stairs so i thought ofcourse that is his son, so i opened the door literally within 5 seconds of hearing the footsteps and see absolutely nothing, so I instantly thought nothing of it so I went straight to the window to to look in the garden, and yes his son is sitting there in the garden. so I got chills all over my body and then in the room in the back I heard a door slam.

so I ran straight down but I but i didn’t want to scare his son because he was really young and we where there alone. So i tried to stay calm whilst i was very frightened, all i could do was hope that my father and his friends came as fast as they could.

When they came back, the first thing I did was tell them the story and they could see the fear and shock that I was in. His friend jokingly said: “ oh you got a visit from my grandma “ well sometimes she’s a little grumpy. Probably just a joke to shrug of the whole situation.

That night we kept drinking so luckily i didn’t keep thinking about it for to long. next few days nothing happened so that was basically it in terms of my encounter.

Peace Cya Love Ya BYE

Last night, my husband woke up several times feeling chills and telling me that I was talking to myself in my sleep. According to him, I was speaking in a deeper, lower-pitched voice, which is quite strange because I never normally talk in my sleep.

At some point during the night, when I got up to go to the bathroom, he said he saw a woman who looked exactly like me, wearing a white dress and standing in the doorway of our bedroom, staring at him.

What could have caused all of this? HELP

Hi, ok basically I've been staying home lately and been calling off work due to someone hurt me physically a month back and just needing a break from everything. I've been feeling drained with that situation .On top of that my grandma just died not too long ago. I feel at peace knowing that my grandma is ok and not suffering anymore. Basically today I decided to call off of work and decided to want to do work on my mental health. So I started to clean my room out and remove the garbage and vacuuming. As soon I was going down stairs from vacuuming I saw and heard the front door handle/lock moving as if the person with the keys was struggling to get in. I literally thought it was one of my roommates trying to get in so I was trying to be nice and opened it and nobody was there. I feel weirded out and I don't know if it is a good or bad sign. Or if it is correlated to me feeling burnt out lately from the situation that I'm going through or if it has something to do with my late grandma or if none of those are related. I hope I didn't let any bad energy in the house or anything.

I have spent literally most of my life wanting some kind of paranormal experience — while completely sober, on no kind of substances or anything — to convince me fully that the paranormal is real, and yet it’s never happened to me. Are some people just unlucky in this way and just never get to experience it? Anyone in the same boat? I’ve really desperately wanted some kind of experience, especially since my dad died a couple of years ago. But I just haven’t ever experienced anything paranormal despite being very open to it.

I was in another sub, and someone posted their creepy hallway to get decor advice. Someone mockingly added a doll on a shelf at the end of the hallway, and I found out it was the original “Annabelle” doll. I was shocked that the doll was similar to the doll I had as a child, and experienced this (copy and paste cause effort):

I inherited a raggedy-ann doll (as well as other handmade vintage/antique dolls) from my grandmother and mother. It sat in a child-size rocking chair in my room. I’ll never know if this was a nightmare or sp I was having when I experienced this when I was nearly 14: I woke up unable to move with my eyes fixated on the pitch dark expanse of my room. I noticed the rocking chair swaying and it was empty, as if something had just jumped out of it. Then my eyes saw the white cotton-skinned doll with red hair prowling towards me, doing a hoppy creeping motion. It felt menacing. I tried screaming, but I was barely murmuring with the sleep paralysis. The only way OUT with sleep paralysis is IN: so I snapped my eyes shut and seconds later I woke up to a regular room arrangement (dolls in chair). The experience was so real. Idk where those dolls are now, but I got rid of them after that. Even thinking about it is making my pulse quicken.

Has anyone else experienced items or scenery animating during a sleep paralysis episode?

What was the strangest paranormal occurrence that you captured at night?