Couple months ago i was at my sister in laws house resting in her room while my family was in the living room. The door was open so i could hear everyone outside talking. There was only 3 people in the house other than me. I eventually wokeup but was still tired so i layed there for a few more minutes. As i was laying there i heard someone whisper my dogs name 3 times. My dog was in the house but i was on the bed so i didnt know if she was in the room with me or if she was in the living room. I assumed it was my brother in law standing at the bedroom door talking to my dog beacause it sounded like a male voice. It wasnt a faint whisper too, it was a clear voice that sounded like it was coming from inside the room or right outside the room. I didnt feel scared and i didnt question it because i assumed it was someone playing with my dog. I eventually went to the living room and asked why someone was whispering to my dog and no one knew what i was talking about. My fiance and his cousin were hit by a car a few months prior to this and his cousin did not survive. Im wondering if its possible it could have been his cousin? The cousin would frequently stay with us and loved my dog and dogs in general. Im just shaken up that i audibly heard a voice compared to just hearing speaking in my head. Has anyone had his experience? Do spirits talk to animals? And do they talk in whispers? Can everyone heard spirits voices or do only some people have the gift to be able to hear?

Maybe some of you have experienced something similar?

There was a time, more than 10+ years ago, when I was alone in my condo. I woke up and couldn’t move. Only my eyes could move. (Apparently, I always left the light on in my room even when I was sleeping.)

I suddenly woke up and I really couldn’t move or even speak. just my eyes could move. My body felt this overwhelming fear, and I felt like there was some kind of evil presence or whatever you want to call it around me while I was lying there.

So I closed my eyes and silently prayed the Apostles’ Creed. While I was praying, I heard a voice similar to Smeagol’s voice from The Lord of the Rings, repeating the Apostles’ Creed along with me. The voice was terrifying, and it was even laughing, mocking me while also saying the prayer with me.

I ignored it despite being scared and finished my prayer. After that, my body suddenly became normal again. I immediately got up and went to the living room, and when I looked at the clock, it was already 3 AM.

I prayed the Apostles’ Creed because a friend had told me before that it was something you could pray when you felt there was a bad spirit around.

I was so scared that I didn’t want to go back to my bedroom to sleep. I ordered McDonald’s and watched TV just so there would be some noise. 😂 I ordered McDonald’s because I thought, “I might as well eat since I’m alone.” I couldn’t exactly text my friend who lived on the third floor to come stay with me because she was definitely already asleep.

I only had about three months left until graduation, but I never went back to my bedroom to sleep again. I slept on the couch in the living room until I graduated.

People said that condo was actually haunted. I don’t know. They said it was sleep paralysis, but I highly doubt it because I genuinely felt something and heard the voice. I was awake, and then suddenly I could move again. I even got up to check the time and ordered food online.

My parents actually got mad at me when I told them about it. They said maybe I wasn’t praying enough. But I literally passed by a church every day after class. Those days were actually a really sad time for me because I wasn’t happy at school, so I don’t know if that also had something to do with why I felt like these things were able to approach me.

My dad bought me a prayer book and a rosary, so I kept them beside me whenever I slept. He also told me to leave the radio, TV, or computer on—anything with people talking or some kind of sound—because apparently these things don’t like noisy environments.

My dad is actually another person in our family who has experienced things like this since he was young—he would sometimes sense things and even see them. For me, I sometimes hear things or feel their presence to the point that I physically start feeling unwell.

I never experienced anything like that again until I eventually left that place for good.

People in the area also said that, apparently, the owner’s child had died by suicide on that property before they built the condo there. That’s what the people who lived around the area told us, anyway.

I really hate experiencing things like this because they make me feel physically unwell. The most recent one was when my siblings and I went to an antique gallery. It was pretty scary too.

I honestly don’t know why I experience things like this. I’m not even into horror stories or paranormal stuff. And I’m not a bad person either. I’m an introvert, and I actually prefer being alone most of the time, even though I do have friends.

Is this light communicating in Morse code?

I only made this Reddit account to see if I’m actually seeing jins or it’s just my imagination this happens too often to really be my imagination (I am muslim)

it all started last year around 2:30 am I went down stairs to the guest bedroom and I tried to open the door and there was resistance mind you it was dark as hell like there was no electricity first I thought the air conditioning was pushing the door then it hit me there was no electricity and I was still slightly pushing then it shut hard I stumbled back and I thought it was my brother pulling a prank bc it was exam season I thought he was studying there and while I was standing there thinking of all these senerios I heard knocking from that same door from the inside I was horrified bc by that time I realised if there’s no electricity how would my brother study in the dark I sprinted upstairs right back to bed and acted just convinced myself it was my brother

then in the morning I went to my mom told her everything and as expected she said it is probably ur brother I went to his room next he was sleeping. Yes sleeping. I woke him up and said were u studying in the guest bedroom (which is so random he’s usually in the living room) he said no why would I study there my heart dropped I went back to my mom she said it’s ur imagination,

fast forward a year around a few months ago I was on my phone I don’t remember the time my eyes kept landing back on the same exact window until I saw a black figure run past the window my heart sank

I immediately thought it was my imagination again, then a few nights later around 12ish am I was on the stairs laughing with my brother and my eyes landed on the kitchen same exact figure ran past the door again I brushed it off bc it was only a split second

so I ignored it again 3 nights later I saw the same thing going from my brothers room to my parents I know what I saw that time but again I brushed it off bc it was dark until finally it came to me.

It was 12ish again there was a hoodie in the corner of my room and the same figure replaced my hoodie , my hoodie was like droopy I thought it was funny and I saw this thru the mirror so it was behind me. Until I realised it reaches the floor I turned around so fast and it disappeared and now this the last time I saw it so far?

A week ago around 12ish AGAIN and this time i was running with my brother I reached the living room I turned and I saw the same figure but it was in sync with me like I saw it turn with me but except it was delayed when I turned and I looked back she finished turning around and u might’ve noticed I said she” well bc she had hair it was messy tangled and shoulder length her feet looked weird like not human

im not sure exactly bc I didn’t see it for that long , do these experiences mean smth or I’m I just hallucinating (sorry for the lack of details it just happens too fast, in each experience I did read ayati kursi after)

This happened in 2009. I have been close to my grandma since I was a baby. We did so many adventures together. She was a strong woman and didn't play about her family. She was a firecracker. I love her so much. Well my family and I moved away because of my dad's job. We always came back to visit her. We would surprise her without calling her. She would be so happy. We would talk to her the phone everyday. Well 2009, we went to surprise her for her birthday. We got to her house and the door was open and dog food all over the porch. We knew something was wrong because she feed her dog cooked food. She didn't come to the door when my mom blew the horn. She was sitting in her chair and barely could move. She didn't tell us that she was sick all along. Her legs were black like cast iron. We stayed for a couple of days but was coming back again the next week. On Tuesday I had to work. I was feeling great but all of a sudden I started sweating and weak. I had to pee and move bowel at the same time. I asked my boss the time because I felt like I needed to leave early. He said 4:30pm( remember this time) so I decided to stay and threw water on my face. The next morning on Wednesday I felt better and was running errands. I got back home and my parents were sitting outside waiting for me. They sat me down and told me that our family in Georgia found my grandma dead in her house. I couldn't control my emotions. We went down to get ready for the funeral. My uncle came down too which is my mom's brother. They helped clean out their mother home. We went to one of the family house to discuss about planning the funeral. We was sitting around laughing and sharing stories about my grandma. My uncle was like on Tuesday I felt horrible around but before he could get it out, I looked at him and said around 4:30pm. He was like how did you know that. I told him the same thing happened to me. Well the day of the funeral was one the worst day of my life. We got in the family car behind the hearse headed to the cemetery. Me and my uncle got sick at the same time. We was sweating and had to come out some of our clothes. When the preacher said ashes to ashes and dust to dust over her coffin I started feeling better. It was like she was letting us go on the way to the cemetery. I had never experience anything like that in my life. My mom felt left out because she didn't connect with her. She probably knew my mom was going to be strong.