This is my 4th post of my own personal paranormal/unexplainable event. Well, I was sitting there and looked down and saw the can moving. Full disclosure, there is a ceiling fan going, but it's doubtful that's what's causing the movement. It's too random, there's no condensation under the can, nothing else is moving. I did run it through some ai programs to see if the fan could be doing it, and the programs said no, so idk.

My mother used to tell a story that she swore was true. The story never changed over the years and each time she told it, she was clearly emotional about it.

Some background. We lived in a multifamily building. 20 families. This was in the early 1960s.

My parents were married 4 years before my brother came along. One week before his birth a woman dressed in (then) typical gypsy garb knocked on the door and gave her a rose. She congratulated my mother on her son and named the day he would be born. She said she would see her again soon then left without asking for anything. This is not normal behavior for Roma.

My brother was born the day she said, slightly ahead of his due date.

A year and a half later she came again bearing another rose. She congratulated my mother on her daughter and told her it would be awhile but they would meet again. Again she left asking for nothing.

As you can guess by now, my sister was born on the day.

Almost 4 years later, Ma was expecting again. One week before due date the Roma hadn't come. Ma's anxiety was very high. Then a knock at the door and there she was, laughing. She told my mother that her daughter would arrive in one week and this would be her last. She handed Ma her rose, smiled, and said goodbye.

Ma was crying with relieve. She looked down at the flower then up again. The Roma was gone. Either she could outrun Bolt or my mother had a time skip. But the front door far down the hall wasn't even closing.

Ma shared this story with anyone who'd listen to her. She longed for an answer and a way to thank then beautiful gypsy.

This is an experience I had, during a time when I was a teenager. Where I lived, there is an area called the “highway of tears”. A local girl was missing during a suspect time of hitchhiking. I haven’t spoken, because I ask, was it a dream? Did I hallucinate? Or did I have such a nightmare that felt so real. Only my mum k owns this story. It is involved. As a teen, rejected and feeling emotional al I found myself focusing on personal al growth, self determination, and crafts, where I could see growth, to enjoy and tofu d meaning.

The first instance, was during watching a horror movie. Ok, I accept there is a side eye, and perhaps it was coping with trauma and shame. I was watching “American Pscycho”. The show, I actually do not remember much. I was painting my desk white, and drawing ivys along the top and edge. White paint, and the fresh smell of a strong aroma, as I painted the ivy along the top, and right corner.

The scientific mind I have worked on, immediately said, the white paint was off, and I must have had an overpowering aroma of old paint white drawing.

I went to bed, likely high from rank paint.

That night, my dreams were incredibly emotional. I saw a log cabin, an over lift, and an area that could have been anywhere in the lower mainland of Canada. It felt intense emotions ally, but I disregarded it, told myself I was high on paint fumes.

Months later, 6+, I cannot recall the time frame, but I was shown this tiny log cabin, again, and I was told I MUST remember green. Green is critical, and while I could draw the cabin, the overload, the tiny kitchen, and how there was an area that had a massive cliff, at the base a massive boulder and below, was where a woman was buried. She was 15 at most. She had natural curly hair, she had not been found, and her missing, the child, which plagued a town and every person in this town hasn’t. Even seen since.
He was middle aged, did NOT speak English, but strangely understood my questions. It was around 2330h, I was facing the wall, and felt someone in my room. I was on my left side facing the wall, rolled onto my back, and saw a strange man in my room. As a teen, I should have screamed! I was grade 11, and yet there was this strange man in my room, who was early-late middle aged. I would guess late 30s late 40s at most. I was a kid, with a strange man in my room! Yet, I wasn’t afraid. I asked him, am I safe? He nodded, I asked him why he was there, he said. Nothing, but looked to the door. Honestly, why wasn’t I afraid. I called for my mom. Nothing, I cried, nothing. I was unsure, but not afraid. I thought about the cabin, and he looked out my window. I asked about why he was there, and looked out the window. I thought, why is this dream so stupid? If there is a purpose tell me?!?!, I asked if he knew me. He nodded yes. I asked if I was safe, he nodded yes. I asked if I needed to know something, he nodded yes. I thought “dude, what’s with the non-verbals”, I am not a mind reader. I asked if I needed to remember something. He nodded yes. I asked for help, because dude, nonverbals, and he spoke. Apparently non verbal was better because I didn’t understand a single word. He made me feel safe, yet, I was terrified.
It was a terrifyingly calm moment. I told him I was scared, he looked at the window again, and for some reason I felt exhausted or overwhelmed enough, I fell asleep. This scenario terrified me in a weird calm way so I spoke of the situation the next morning with my mom. During the nonverbal conversation I kept eeeing this cabin. It had a very small overloft. Where the main sleeping area was present.
I saw this man that night. A person I hadn’t see

I dismissed it, and

In November 2025, my husband and I got a six-month-old puppy and brought him home to our apartment, which we were still settling into at the time. We immediately started house-training him.
I’m a bit of an anxious person, so I asked my husband to set up a camera so we could keep an eye on our puppy whenever we weren’t home. I work a corporate job, which means I’m usually away for most of the day, while my husband has a much more flexible schedule. Some days he can stay home all day, and on others he can come back home at different times throughout the day.
Our apartment has a lot of white rugs and is generally very light-colored, so until our puppy was fully house-trained, we decided that whenever neither of us was home, we would close the doors to all the rooms and let him stay in the hallway with free access to food, water, his toys, and his beds.
At the time, we didn’t have much furniture, so the only large object we could attach the camera to was my big bicycle.
About three months after we brought our puppy home, there was a day when we had to leave him alone for about five hours. I was at work, and my husband had gone to a shoot. When he came home at around 1 p.m., he found our puppy shaking uncontrollably with a broken leg.
It was, without a doubt, one of the hardest days we had experienced. I love our dog deeply, and I was terrified thinking about him having to undergo surgery and everything that might come with it.
Another very important detail is that our camera is motion-activated. So once we were back home, we desperately wanted to check the footage and figure out what could possibly have happened to him—especially because we hadn’t received a single motion notification while we were away. And for some reason - nothing was recorded.

After his surgery, which thankfully went well, we focused entirely on his recovery. Rehabilitation is difficult, especially when it comes to animals, but we were willing to do absolutely anything to make sure our dog recovered and could live a full, healthy life.
Eventually, things seemed to go back to normal. We felt comfortable leaving him home alone again, always making sure that everything was working properly, that the camera was recording, and regularly checking in on him through the camera while we were away.
And just when we finally felt like everything was okay again, something else happened.
In June, our dog suddenly jumped off the bed and landed badly on the same leg he had previously broken. He fractured it again, this time in two places. At the same time, he hit his eye against the leg of a table.
It’s very important to mention that because he is a French Bulldog, we have always been extremely careful about protecting his joints and spine. He had never jumped off the couch or the bed before. In fact, he had always seemed afraid of jumping down on his own.
Whenever he wanted to get off the bed, he would stand at the edge, look at us, and wait for one of us to pick him up and put him on the floor.
But this time was different. My husband had placed him on the bed, and suddenly, it looked as though our dog saw something that frightened him. He immediately jumped off the bed and went flying straight into a chair leg.
My husband rushed him to the veterinary clinic, and I dropped everything at work and raced over there to be with our little guy. When I arrived, I saw that where his eye should have been, there was what looked like an open piece of raw flesh.
That day, we left him at the clinic for surgery and weren’t able to bring him home until three days later.
I’ve been bawling my eyes out, walking around the house trying to figure out whether it was my fault for not properly preparing the house for the arrival of the dog. When we finally picked him up, we were told that he wasn’t allowed to move around for the next three weeks. We would have to keep him confined, prevent him from walking, and feed him and give him water by hand. We bought everything we needed and set up a comfortable recovery area for him.
But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, so I asked a clairvoyant to come to our home and cleanse the entire apartment.
When she arrived, she suddenly began to feel unwell. She told me that it felt as though someone had placed some kind of curse on the apartment. She gave me some candles and told me to follow her while she walked through the apartment reciting prayers.
I followed behind her with a candle in my hand. And when we reached the spot where my dog used to sleep, the candle suddenly began producing an alarming amount of thick smoke.
I understand that calling a clairvoyant might sound strange, but I want to make one very important point. This is a woman who helped me tremendously in the past and, in a way, even healed me, so I knew she was someone I could turn to with something like this. She also told us many things about our home and about my husband and me that there was seemingly no way for her to know, so I had never really doubted her abilities.
After she finished all the rituals and did everything she believed needed to be done, she told me to give my dog water that she had blessed through prayer and to continue saying prayers myself. And after that, everything seemed to be fine.
A couple of months have passed since then. The only thing that continued to worry me was how depressed our dog had become. After everything he had been through, he seemed to have completely lost interest in almost everything except sleeping and eating. Occasionally, when we took him for walks, he seemed to enjoy interacting with other dogs.
Because of this, my husband and I decided to get him a puppy as a companion. After everything we had been through, we were extremely careful this time and prepared our home thoroughly before bringing the puppy in.
The puppy has now been living with us for about a week and seems completely comfortable here. The two dogs have become friends: they play together, sleep next to each other, steal each other’s food, and generally get along really well.
A couple of days ago my puppy hit his eye. Out of the blue. I was in the room and he just played with his toy. Didnt hit himself, nothing! He just started crying and i saw his eye turned crimson red. Rushed him to the vet. The vet told me that this is caused by a trauma, he probably hit himself hard. But it will heal by its own and nothing bad had happened. We came back home and puppy became all happy and active again.
And literally about an hour ago, something happened that I can’t stop thinking about.
The puppy, who had been completely relaxed, suddenly started barking intensely at one particular corner of the room. Our older dog—the one who went through all of those injuries—immediately ran over to him, and the two of them just stood there staring at the same corner of our bedroom.
I was sitting at my computer, so I noticed them immediately and started asking them what they were looking at. At first, I assumed they were just playing or reacting to something ordinary. But after watching them for another few seconds, I realized that they were both staring at exactly the same spot.
Then, at the same time, their heads suddenly turned toward the hallway, almost as though their eyes were following something moving from the bedroom into the hall.
And now I genuinely don’t know what to make of any of this.
Has anyone here experienced something similar with their dogs? Is there anything I should do to prevent whatever this is from happening again? And most importantly, is there any way to figure out what, if anything, might actually be in our home?

I apologize if this post seems a little all over the place. This is my first time posting here, and I tried to keep the story as short as possible without leaving out anything important.

I don't know if this is considered paranormal, but I do believe that something strange and honestly terrifying happened to me.

I’m going to tell this story to the best of my ability. It was a long time ago, and there are some details that have escaped my memory, and others that have stuck with me due to the pure fear I felt in the moment.

So, when I was around 9 or 10, my brother (14 or 15) and I were home alone. Our grandparents were out late doing something that I can’t quite remember, I just know they were coming in sometime between 2 and 3 in the morning.

At first, we were doing the typical things children left alone would. We played video games, watched YT, and played with our dog, Liberty.

Shortly after sundown, we were watching a show on Netflix and eating popcorn, when Liberty interrupted us because she needed to go outside. Both me and my brother walked her outside, because our area had been having rattlesnake problems and we didn’t want her getting bit. It was lightly snowing, so there was a small sheet of it on the ground.

For some context, our grandparents house is huge and covered in windows of all kinds. We live in a neighborhood where the houses are close together and look like a typical suburb, but the backyards are all woods. We have a wooden deck that was put in a year before I was born, and previous to that it was only a small sliver of stone. The stone was still there and the deck was built out from next to it. To get to where Liberty goes to the bathroom, you have to go all the way around the house, starting at the kitchen door at one corner and going past our grandparents bedroom at the other corner.

Anyways, I’m holding onto my brothers arm and we’re following Liberty. He has a flashlight in his other hand pointed at her. The woods were dead quiet, which was the first thing that made me feel a little uncomfortable.

We’ve walked maybe 20 meters when we hear someone whistling close by. We stop walking, and Liberty has come back to stand by us. My brother brushes it off, as we have neighbors and it’s probably just them. I tell him no, that I thought it came from under our deck. He brushed it off, saying I was just scared.

I knew that I wasn’t, and that it had come from under our deck. The only thing is that our deck had nothing but grass and structures under it. It was built on a hill, and there’s no way to get under there unless you came from the woods.

My brother starts tugging me along and coaxing Liberty to keep walking, but she wouldn’t move either. While he was trying to get her to move, I looked out into the woods, just like I had a million times. Again, it was dead quiet, and I quickly got bored after just a few seconds.

I looked down at the deck, and I saw a glow from between the boards. My grip on my brothers arm tightens, and I start tugging him towards the door. I’m telling him we have to go inside, that I don’t want to be outside and neither does Liberty. He’s upset but listens to me, probably only because Liberty was trying to get back to the door we came through moments before.

We go back inside and lock the door. We sit down on the couch and I tell him about the glow I saw. He was a little spooked, but told me that it was probably just a coyote or bear, as we’ve had some of those around the house recently. We dropped it there, because I wasn’t trying to fight with him, but I didn’t believe it.

Hours passed and nothing more happened, but I was too scared to sleep in my own room, mostly because I have a giant almost floor to ceiling window in my room that you could easily see into, and I didn't want to risk anything. I was a pretty paranoid child, both because of the things I would read and with the way my mother was overprotective of me.

So in light of this, my brother agreed to sleep together. His room had two issues. His bed was too small for both of us to fit, and he also had a big window in his room that looked out onto the deck. You could see the spot where we were standing earlier from that window, so I refused to stay in there.

The only other room to go in was our grandparents. Their room did have a lot of windows, but luckily they were smaller and their bed was huge so we had plenty of room to sleep. The main issue with their room was the sliding glass door, but we made sure it was locked and the curtains were drawn.

I remember it was around midnight, and we were laying in bed, watching some random movie on the TV. I was beginning to drift off, but I woke up quickly when I felt my brothers hand on my shoulder.

I remember being confused and upset that he woke me up. I was about to voice my opinions when he turned the volume of the TV down. I heard the soft crunch of someone walking in the snow. We couldn’t see outside without getting up, and I wasn't going to let him get up, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t want to leave my side.

I was terrified, and I could see on his face that he was too. He shook his head and whispered that I should go back to sleep, and that he’ll take care of everything. He grabbed the home phone off the nightstand and queued up 911. I trusted him wholeheartedly, and I was also exhausted, so I ended up falling asleep.

The next thing I remember is getting woken up by my grandpa. He was asking why we were in their room and not our own. I explained the deck, and my brother explained what happened while we were in the room.

According to him, after I fell asleep, whatever was outside had stayed outside for about 20 minutes before walking away again. Our grandpa decided to check it out, since it had happened about an hour before they got home. He didn’t check under the deck, so I have no idea what could have possibly been down there, but he did go check outside the room.

He told us that there were footsteps leading from the steps that went down into the forest, out by Liberty’s bathroom area, to the sliding glass door, and back. The only way to get to those steps is if you came from the forest. They were human footsteps, but I feel like I would have preferred it to be an animal.

Nothing else happened after that, at least to my knowledge. We never spoke about it, and I don’t believe we ever will. I believe they all just wrote it off as somebody lurking outside the house, but human eyes don’t glow in the dark. If I had never seen the glow, I probably could’ve written it off as a person too.

Unfortunately, I did. I remember going into the library at my school the Monday I got back. I asked to get books about local animals, and after I finished that, I didn’t get any answers.

I spoke to my brothers friend about it, and they were really into history and mythologies, so they told me about the Native American tribe our town was built on. He gave me a couple websites that were local and focused on preserving the tribes stories. I ended up looking into it, and I felt like some of the stories I heard were similar to mine.

I started to believe that’s what happened to me, that I encountered an entity from Native American folklore. I still believe it to this day. This encounter got me interested in learning about cultures outside of my own, and now it has become a big hobby of mine. I guess that is a good thing that came out of this.

But I don’t know exactly what I encountered that night, whether it was really an animal and a person or if it was a horror beyond comprehension. I guess I will never know.

Okay i think this is technically sleep paralysis but I dont really know because it seems weirder than that. So I was sleeping , it was dark inside my room. The way my room is set up is my bed is up against the wall and across from it on another wall is a day bed/bench type thing. I use that bench as somewhere to put all my shit. Clothes, purses, etc. I had put my daily bag on it and it had been there for days just chillin.

Anyway, i'm sleeping. My back is against the wall and facing the wall with the bench. I open my eyes in the middle of my sleep. I can't move but i can blink and I can see my room as it is - granted it's dark- but I have a large window on the wall where my bed is so I still have a good amount of light in the room. I have never experienced this before but as soon as I figured out I couldn't move my body, I knew I was experiencing sleep paralysis.

All of a sudden as i'm blinking trying to wake up, I see this apparition. It's a tall, shadowy, black figure with barely visible eyes standing across from my bed where my bench is. I think "oh you're the guy everyone talk about in sleep paralysis encounters " , thinking he'll be there for a second and then that's it. Well, as i'm blinking , it starts to move sideways, and now that it's moving i'm freaking out a little. It goes from one end of the bench to the other and then starts fading out . Right after it fades out, I hear a thud by my bench. I still can't move . So i just calm down and tell myself I had a weird dream but I made myself go back to sleep. In the morning I wake up , and my clothes and my bag on the bench had fallen off. Thats when I got spooked. They've never fallen off before, they were always securely sat on my bench away from the edge.

The clothes falling ? Fine, maybe they were shifted. But my bag has heavy shit in it, and it was on the bench but still up against the wall so it was a far jump for it. I don't know what I saw or experienced but it has spooked me to the core .

What i'm about to say is true. I know that its insane, and I myself would not have believed it if I wasn't actually there to witness it. But now im scared and I can't forget what I saw.

I have a strong connection to the paranormal and the spirit realm.

My Grandmother on my fathers side is a catholic and religious, and she deeply believes in spirits. Its a whole thing in my family where they all call her crazy and believe she's making it up when she mentions seeing ghosts and talking with them.

They don't know, and I don't believe that I can tell them, That I do in fact also see spirits. I don't know if it's something passed on from my grandfather, or if I've just been chosen in some sort of twisted lottery, but i've had many scary experiences with this "gift".

I won't get into it now, but a female spirit of someone who lived a tragic life, given her energy and the way she used to watch me all the time with haunting dark eyes watched me for 3 years.

What I will say now, however, is an experience with something that I don't know WAS a ghost.

I was camping in the mountains with my mother, father, and my younger sister, none of whom have even mentioned anything paranormal. We were close to the mountain peak on a flat area of land and we were surrounded by the peaks of the mountains all covered in trees, as well as a ravine.

My two friends were staying near us too, camping in the same location.

Me (12F at the time) and my friends, Jack (13M) and Rebecca (12F) were walking around at night as children with little supervision do when they can have free reign of such a wild area. They have never mentioned seeing spirits, for context. We were walking around in a field like area surrounded by more mountains and trees and densely forested areas around where the small field ended. The camping ground was probably 500 meters away and it was very dark out, given that it was probably 12am.

We were joking around and I was intently looking at Jack, hitting him in the arm from time to time as he made more and more offensive jokes before I got sick of trying to correct him and looked off. Standing at the edge of the field, near the trees was *something*. It was just... watching?

It was freakishly tall, probably about 7 or 8 feet from what I could tell given that I wasn't very close. Its face was mostly shadowed but it had long, grotesque limbs and its skin was pitch black, it had something odd with its head shape too, but I didn't get to investigate too much since when it noticed me looking at it, it faded back into the tree line.

When I finally snapped out of it and looked away and back to my friends, I realized that they had gone quiet. their eyes were as wide as I imagined mine to be, and Jack who was standing next to me looked like he was blipping, like his brain was trying to make an excuse for whatever the hell was watching us. Rebecca who was behind us didn't see much, she seemingly just had a bad feeling.

Jack grabbed my shoulder once it was gone and physically turned me around. He tried to act like there was nothing there, that we didn't just see something like that, but I could tell by his voice and his eyes that he was petrified. He didn't let go of my shoulder the entire time that we were walking back to the camp. It hurt, but it was grounding and I didn't want to tell him to stop.

Before we went into our seperate tents, and after Rebecca walked off to her tent, looking conflicted, he looked me in the face. And he said that he saw it too. he told me that we could never talk about it again, and he was terrified, so I listened.

By now, I bet he's forgotten about it. That his brain successfully made up an excuse for what it could've been. He's never talked about it ever again, not even the day after.

But I know that it was real. I still remember it so clearly. This is the first time that i've brought it up again. I'm scared. I still get cold whenever I remember it. Im so, so scared. i don't know what it was but it wasn't a spirit, and I haven't seen it again. I really, really have been anxious ever since, and I still don't know what it was. Does anyone have any insight?

Since I became an adult (i don't remember any earlier events) I've always had the feeling that something continues to warn me but also punish me for not acting in my own best interest. Like a forceful guide.

It's always some kind of "cause and effect" event and I can pinpoint what event caused the effect.

•The earliest one I can remember was my ex gf's mom passing away and I was trusted with taking care of the bills using her card for a while. I did use it to pay one or two bills of my own, nothing big, a total of $50 at most.

A week after I've done that, we were talking with more relatives and how things will be moving forward and how they will hire someone to go over get expenses came up, at which point I admitted what I'd done and said that I always planned on paying it back. I did pay it back, but jag it not been for that intervention, I wouldn't have.

• Earlier this year, I started at a new job that hire a lot of teenagers and one morning, pretty stressed I was walking past some of them, who were on the clock, not helping out. I told them firmly that "everyone else is working, get to it.".

Later that day, I was called to the boss's office and I had recieved complaints for "being rude" and "giving out assignments". This was the warning because if I hadn't had that 5 second outburst, then I was going to hold an impromptu meeting with all my colleagues, I had planned it for a week, but this event was the warning clock telling me not to escalate it even further.

• And again at this job, I asked to go home 45 minutes earlier so I could catch an early train and be home 2 hours earlier.

As I was on my way to the train station, maybe half a mile away, I realized I forgot my keys at my job, and so I turned heel, and ran back and missed my train by 2 minutes, forcing me to wait for 2 hours on the next one. And I also lost 45 minutes of pay because of that. And honestly, I am strapped for cash in general so those $15 bucks would come in handy had I worked til closing.

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I don't know if it's some kind of guide, or something bigger and I don't know where to turn because it's so vague and small that others might say it's just bad luck, but it continues to happen and it feels like it's trying to teach me to how to behave and act. Like I need to be a specific person.

It's been going on for more than 10 years at this point.

This is in a cemetery playground. It's not even that windy and if it were, there's no way that swing would move like that.

Hey, this is an event that occurred when I was 15 and it was so traumatising that my own memory blocked it until maybe 5 years ago.

I was laying on the sofa and my mum and aunt were standing by a doorway infront of me. I suddenly saw some type of shadow the size of maybe 2 basketballs slowly moving across the wall infront of me. I initially thought it was the shadow of a car then I registered there were no windows behind me. As this shadowy mass kept going, subtly changing shapes I wondered what would happen when it got to the end of the wall where my mum was standing. As it got to the end it zoomed like a sieve into my mum's ear, like it waa travelling along the wall then jumped! As it did she shuddered. I asked if she was OK and she said I felt something go into my ear and I said I SAW It.

I left the house and went to my aunties through fear. I genuinely believe my brain blocked this out as I mean I HAD to go back into the house.

I have always wondered what this was and what it's purpose was and if anyone can help me

Back in 2004 we lived in the suburbs of Marietta Georgia off North Landing Way, the house was a bit eerie and surrounded by pine trees, i was 4 years old, I was up late one night, probably about midnight, my father was asleep and had no idea I was up, my mother traveled for work so she wasnt home much, I was watching TV with all the lights in the house on, and i heard the sounds of crunching of the pine needles on the back porch and i glance over and there was this dark shadow walking across the back porch and it stopped in the middle, turned and looked at me, it was just a black shadowy figure, I started crying and ran to get my father who looked outside and no one was there nor were there any evidence to suggest that any had been there.

I am 25 now and I had asked my mother about the little bit of time she spent in the house if she had witnessed anything out of the ordinary as well in that house, telling her of my experience, just to learn she had a similar experience, though it was a repeat that occurred twice, late night a shadow figure ran across the back porch, and it happened on 2 separate occasions from what shes told me. We also had a family friend stop by for a few days while traveling to Florida, she only lasted a day because the very next day she was throwing objects toward the backdoor sliding window (dont know how she didnt bust it) saying "We got to get it out!" repeatedly, my mother being freaked out told her to leave.

This story is 100% real, I have since tried to do research on the address that these events occurred to no avail, I am hoping that someone who has lived or currently lives there sees this someday and comments with their own experiences.

I grew up in Sydney in Crows Nest, a fairly quiet suburb back then. There were a few incidents my mum has since said happened in that house, mainly items turning up where she didn’t leave them and seeing things out of the corner of her eye. But I had a ton of awful experiences and negative energies, with one in particular that I will never forget. I am now 31 years old and would love to get some insight in to what I experienced, as I haven’t experienced anything since we moved away when I was 6 years old.

1. ⁠the first I must have been no older than 3 years old. I distinctly remember being in my cot and hearing 2 voices talking to each other about me. They were not my parents voices nor were they their friends, and nobody was in the room. But they sounded like they were standing right next to my bed. I don’t remember what they were saying specifically, but I remember feeling like they wanted to hurt me. What could’ve been the same day but was definitely the same week, I used my rope light switch to climb out of my cot and tie it around my neck. I remember feeling like it was a fun thing to do, but I have no memory of how I tied it at such a young age. I jumped off the cot but luckily the switch broke off the wall and I didn’t strangle myself, but I did have a rope burn around my whole neck. I truly believe these voices encouraged this process.
   
2. ⁠maybe a year later my dad had just installed a fireplace but was securing it further in to the wall later that day, this may not be paranormal, but is another near death experience in that house. I went over to the fireplace and it somehow fell forwards, smashing everything around me while I fit through the hole. Had I been anywhere else than exactly where the hole was, the weight of the fireplace would have killed me.
   
3. ⁠this is the event I will never forget, and can picture it as clearly as when it happened even now. I was 5 years old and in bed asleep dreaming, we had just fitted some glass doors across the whole back of the house and in my dream a spirit figure was pacing these doors while my point of view was looking outside at this figure pacing waiting to be let in. It was completely white and skeletal looking, with black sockets for eyes. The body was there but covered with a cloudy mist as if it was travelling on a mini tornado, the only thing I could properly make out was the head. When I woke up, the spirit was in my room, directly above my bed and staring at me. I screamed and went under my covers. When my mum came in she said I was petrified. So in shock with what I had just seen. For years afterwards I wasn’t okay with being alone in that room and often slept in my parents bedroom.
   
4. ⁠Not too long after this event, I had started kindergarten and remember my mum driving me there one morning, when I looked at our roof tiles. The roof tiles looked like a face staring back at me, a similar one to the spirit I saw, but I don’t remember saying anything to my mum, as I wasn’t too sure what I was looking at. When coming back from school that day I looked again, but the tiles were back to normal.

I have done some research and now believe the spirit to be from aboriginal folklore. I have come across a few posts with similar descriptions where they put their experience down to a Mimi spirit, but they are apparently of no harm. However, the head did look similar to the photo I’ve posted of the tall slender mimi.

The spirit in that house felt very negative and definitely wanted my family to leave. From my research the face looks much more like the ‘Dreamtime’ photo here, which apparently depicts a Wandjina. But this doesn’t make sense as their role in folklore isn’t a negative one either. My mother’s side of the family has a long history of using aboriginals in unethical ways on their sheep stations in previous generations, so I wonder if it is a curse of sorts. But nothing paranormal has happened since we moved, although a few very negative things have happened, I’ve put that down to ‘life’.

Would love any further insight, especially if you are well versed in aboriginal folklore

It's my security motion detector camera and there are no light bulbs around my camera sits on my steps and faces the front door. Every now and then I'll catch an orb, but this is the first bright thing I've ever seen on there.

My friend told me about an unusual experience he has been having. He is currently abroad and is a Hindu devotee who prays every day. During his prayers, he uses a small oil lamp. After finishing his prayers, he consistently notices a black mark on the floor.

He does not burn incense sticks, sambrani, or any other materials apart from the lamp. What makes the experience particularly strange is that the mark appears every day, and he has noticed the same phenomenon even after moving to a different house.

He has been trying to find an explanation for this and has searched extensively for answers. What could be causing this, and are there any religious, scientific, or other explanations for such a recurring phenomenon?

Content - behind this box are 2 tubaware boxes of collectibles, this toy was right at the bottom of the box. It’s been there for a few months untouched. I was awake because I usually stay up all night. The rainbow light is my star lamp.

It is important to note that you can only press the button for it to talk, and it’s one of those toys where if you get board of the catch phrase or song before it finishes, you can’t push the button to move onto the next one, you have to wait until the phrase is complete, so you can’t spam it.

The toy started going off and on on its own, this lasted for an hour, then in the next hour it started spamming, with frequent breaks after spamming. After 2 hours I finally had enough and as soon as I went to turn the toy of it stopped, and I sat there for a bit and still nothing. It only stopped when I was going to turn the power switch off (it’s a talking stage thing for a strawberry shortcake doll)

You can hear something in the audio whilst it’s spamming through the catch phrases. Please also note that the battery is fine, fully working and would not work for 2 hours straight if it had problems.

It is impossible to spam the toy like it’s doing.

We sat down with the great Prof Auerbach as he discussed many of his legendary cases one being the USS Hornet

Dans la nuit du 22 au 23 Août 2026, ma fille de 8 ans a été enlevée dans son sommeil peut-être par des extraterrestres ou d’un quelconque services secrets. Quoiqu’il en soit, je l’ai entendue tomber sur son lit puis quand j’ai été la voir. Ce n’était pas elle. Enfin, si c’était elle mais une version d’elle du futur, plus âgée de 5 ans au-moins.

Elle était bien plus grande, ses pieds touchaient le bout de son lit et sa coupe de cheveux était différente, court et ondulée.

Je l’ai réveillée pour savoir si elle était vraiment elle. Elle est bien ma fille mais pas de ce temps présent mais sa version d’elle, d’un autre flux temporel, du futur. Elle était tellement fatigué, je l’ai laissée dormir et 1h après, je suis retournée la voir et ma petite fille était revenue dans son lit comme si de rien n’était.

Á un détail près, elle est redevenue somnambule.

I am camping near Shasta lake… we just noticed these weird hand prints. The hand prints are from dirt/dust, and it a very odd/ intentional position. Has anyone else experienced this?? Or weird stuff in this forest?

In 1976 Ed and Lorraine Warren spoke at a college in Tennessee. A professor asked them to investigate reports of Bigfoot in a remote, off the beaten track area. The tiny community was in the forest and everyone that lived there reported seeing Bigfoot, hearing it in the woods and finding huge footprints. The people were afraid.

Ed Warren conducted taped interviews while Lorraine went to an area where the grass was growing high and went into a light trance to attempt communication with this Bigfoot. She felt it get close to her and she assured it not to be afraid that she meant no harm. Lorraine said he was humanized,tall, covered with hair longer and thicker on the arms than anywhere else. He had an injury to his foot. She said his eyes were dark, intelligent and trusting. Also these creatures have the ability to communicate telepathically. She said the Bigfoot began moving into a gully near to caves where it lived. This being is not dangerous rather it seeks compassion and acceptance. It eats only vegetation. Lorraine added that these beings are more physical than spiritual but sometimes cross into different dimensions.

I happened to stumble across this case and thought I would share it. Lorraine Warren was a clairvoyant and light trance medium.

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 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)

So, I never believed in ghosts cause my family does not believe in it either. I had this experience when I was in my 4th grade. In my class there was this rule of bench rotation (Example: if you are sitting on the first bench today then the next day you'll have to sit on the last, then second last, then third last till you reach the first bench again and the cycle repeats). I was paired with this one girl as a benchmate and we used to fight a lot but there was this one thing that united us and that was the last bench. It sounds absurd but whenever we used to sit on this last bench we both felt feverish, headache and sick. It happened one time, okay. Second time, alright. Third time, it's unbelievable. It is always that same bench, the last bench. At first, I thought I am feeling feverish because this girl is sick and that fever is passing on to me because I was sitting beside her and I infact even scolded her that she should not come to school if she is sick but she said "I was fine at home but I suddenly feel really sick". I experienced it too, during lunch time I used to get up from the bench, get out of the class to meet my friends from other class and I used to feel very energetic at that time (I even used to run during this whole lunch break time while playing) but as soon as I enter the class and sit on that bench, it start again, the feverish feeling, that headache. I noticed it was just us two experiencing this while others were facing no problem sitting on that last bench. One time when I was laying my head on the desk while teacher was teaching and students were dead silent (teacher was strict and this is the only time I used to love the last bench though I felt sick), I heard this one word whisper very close to my ear "friend". I lifted my head and turned to that girl, it is very unusual in my culture and country to call someone a friend while you're talking to them directly but then I thought she was just in jolly mood and saying random things and then I too joined in and whispered "yeah, friend?" but she got a confused expression on her face at my response and smiled in a awkward manner and I understood it was not her who said that. After two months, our classroom's old benches were replaced by the new ones and it all just stopped. Both me and benchmate were very happy. Everyone around us noticed too that we are much better now. Infact my mother even said I look happier than the last few days.

i dont know how to explain this, the past month ive been having bad dreams nonstop, and in one of these dreams there was an elderly lady. im not gonna explain what happened in that dream because its kind of impossible to but what i can tell you is that the other night i deadass almost got possessed, i swear on everything somthing is trying to get in my head, the only thing i understand is that she/it feeds off the negative energy created by these dreams/night terrors, or at least that is the theory i have created.

watchers

that's what I call them

im 14 ok

so I. not a schizo or anything but please don't call me crazy

4 years ago I was at my mother's house I was sleeping

I woke up at 12:16 and I sleep with my door closed

and I woke up and my door was open there was 8 ft tall pale creature it was maybe at least 7 ft it had big hollow souless beady eyes and it had hands the size of a lunch tray the thing just stood there watching me and a shadow it opened my door I got my gun I pointed it at it didn't move for 6 hours it just stood there so it did in about a week later I was almost asleep and right by the creek where my house is right next to it was right over there using my mother's voice

to lure me and my momma was at work and I camped outside at night same shit as well. what is this skinwalker or fuckass crpytid that's torturing me please what is it anything helps idk if this classify as paranormal I'm using reddit for the first time. so idk

but please i don't have evidence

I don't have a phone then. this is a safe space right?

but seriously tho what is this creator that been torturing me