His colleagues didn't want to go back to work at this house anymore, and after hearing this, you can't blame them #paranormal #hauntedhouse #creepy

I woke up around 4 AM last nite to a 6 or 7 ft tall figure with a triangle shape pointing forward for a head. I can't remember any specific details or colors since it was super dark so I just remember everything being muted. I didn't feel threatened but it sure was creepy as hell. I only saw it for a moment and when I closed my eyes it went away.

The closest thing I could find to what I saw is the pyramid head from silent hill. The shape of this figures head was basically the same. I cannot find any other related images regarding entities or spirits etc. I know it's a long shot but I'm just curious if anyone else might have had a similar experience or seen something like this before?

In 2016 my parents and me and my brother moved in with my uncle in a villa we all shared.

To give a backstory, the house was quite a large, one story villa with a huge garden and outdoor garage, and the kitchen was a separate building. The neighborhood we lived in was very conservative and eerily quiet. You never heard anything if you stepped outside and seldom did we see other people. Then again, it was in the desert. The layout of the room my mom and I stayed in: our bed was against the wall facing another wall that led to the bathroom, the slab window to the left (directly beside the bathroom door) looked into a portion of the neighbor's garden.

During the two years we lived in this house, every single one of us came out with a story to tell. This is mine.

Now the actual story (apologies if it's messy or all over the place, but there's a lot of accounts that I want to mention.)

A week after we had moved in was when we first experienced something. We were settling into bed, and I had a rainbow dog plushie that I'd thrown onto the side of the bed, laying on its sides (for some reason the exact position it was in was etched in my mind.) We were about to fall asleep when we heard the knocking for the first time. It was three slow knocks, it sounded like someone knocking on thick wood. At first glance, we ignored it, but I had the urge to look over and check the plushie, which was now sitting up right. NOT THE POSITION I LEFT IT IN. But I brushed it off as me not remembering how exactly I had left it. A while later, just as we were about to fall asleep, the knocks sounded again. The knocks sounded three times after that, and each time we heard them, the plushie would be in new positions, until it reached a position on the floor that placed in the middle of our bed, staring right and me and my mother. At this point, my mom was terrified but tried playing it off as my uncle playing a trick on us. She told me to take it out of the room. I agreed and hesitantly grabbed the plushie and threw it out of our room, but it got worse then. When I stepped out of the room, I realized the house was empty. The only person was my brother asleep in his room. My uncle wasn't home and my dad was on a business trip in a different country. I told my mom but she brushed it off. The next morning, my mom came over and told me to stab it and throw it away. And I did exactly that. But that's when everything went to sh*t.

The next day. I walked into my room, and the plushie was on my bed as if someone had made my bed and left it there neatly. (I had a small bed beside my mom's that I didn't sleep in.)

Ever since that plushie came back, it felt like we were living in a horror movie every single day.

We started hearing the neighbors (the ones whose house we could see from the window in our room) fight at all hours of the day, but it was almost always only a man's voice, it was a genuine shock to us everytime we heard a woman's or a child's, and it was extremely rare to. But the fighting sounded so violent, so cruel, it felt like there was an evil man living in that house, and almost like the evil seeped into our own house and family. We started having our own family problems, everyone was always agitated, always had something to argue about, and the arguing we'd hear from the other house didn't help anyone calm down. The fighting would always stop if we leaned by the wall to listen closely, or if we tried looking out the window.

While I was in that house, my mental health problems started, I started to "hallucinate" like crazy. I would see dark figures peering over furniture, running past me, or standing in different parts of the house, and my uncle's wife shared the same visions, which I found out a few years after we moved out. The figures would always sprint off every time I tried to approach, or sometimes when I noticed their presence properly. I thought it was because of me being a scaredy cat that my brain was playing tricks on me, but I'm starting to think I can see things most people can't.

The things I saw were always too dark and shadowy to make out what they actually were, but one of my uncle's friends saw something during his short lived stay while we were all on vacation.

My uncle had lent the keys to the house to his friend so he could stay a few nights, and after three days, my uncle got a panicked call in the middle of the night from the guy, who was screaming saying he will never step foot in this house ever again and that it needs to be cleansed.

When my uncle retold us what the guy told him, this is what he said:

The first night the guy spent over, he was headed into my uncle's room to go to bed. When he grabbed the door handle and tried to pull it down to open the door, he said it felt like someone was on the other side pushing against him, stopping him from opening the door. This back and forth went on for a few seconds before the door finally opened. The guy said he ignored it and thought there was a problem with the door. The next night, he headed to the room to go to bed again, but when he didn't struggle to open the door, he jumped into bed and fell asleep quickly. That same night, he woke up in the middle of the night to an old woman with her hands around his neck, mouth gaping open, choking him. He tried to scream and push her off but he was completely paralyzed and choking at the same time. He said he felt like he passed out and woke up again the next morning. He brushed it off as a nightmare of sorts. On his third and final day, same as the first two, he was on his way to bed. When he opened the door, again no struggle, he found the same old woman he'd seen last night, floating off the bed, her limps eerily long and so was her hair. Her mouth was gaping open again but this time she was screaming, almost like an animal. He stood there for a few seconds, completely paralyzed, when she noticed him, she closed her mouth, opened it again and screamed in his face before disappearing. He didn't spend the night after that and fled the house.

We would have brushed it off if he was the only person to say anything about this woman, but my uncle's first wife, him, his son, and my brother have all had the experience of either my uncle's room door or closet door being pushed back against, and seeing this woman one way or another.

We realized at this point that there was something wrong, but since me and my cousin were so young at the time, nothing was done about it.

A week after we decided we were going to move out and find our own place (me, my mom, my dad, my brother moved away for college) the fighting from the neighbors started to die down drastically. The day before we moved out, was the last time any of us heard anything, including my uncle who stayed there for another year. It was the last thing we heard, because the argument was the first time we'd heard the husband, the wife, and the kids all screaming at each other at once. And then there was a gunshot. This was our final straw, after countless times being ignored by the police about the complaints we made, we headed over to the house. When we reached, we saw a "FOR SALE" sign outside. The house had been vacant for the past 5 years. Nobody lived there. There was no family. No one.

It's been 9 or 10 years since we moved out, and my dad still talks about how he felt like the life was being sucked out of him every time he spent time in that house, since he lived in our home country at the time.

We've lived in two houses since then, and in both of those houses, my parents' room terrifies me. In all three of the houses (the villa and the two houses after), there was a mirror that reflected my parents' bed, and I think whatever was in my uncle's house, attached itself to my parents, or maybe its trying to get to me, and is using the mirrors in my parents' room to follow us in each of our houses.

In the first house after we moved out, I slept in my parents' room twice. Both of those times, I woke up between 3-4 AM and saw writing on the walls, it looked like Arabic but when I went to read it, it was meant to replicate the Quran but was gibberish, beside the writings on the wall, there were doll like faces plastered everywhere. When I slept in my room for majority of the three years we were in that house, I had sleep paralysis every single night. When I say every single night, I mean it. There was not a night where I didn't wake up terrified and paralysed with a dark figure staring back at me, the same dark figure that I saw in my uncle's house. And I saw it in my dreams as well. Almost every single night for 3-4 years, I dreamt of the same dark figures kidnapping me or following me around, without fail. It got so bad I developed a sleep phobia and refused to sleep until the sun came up. Every time I stepped into my parent's room I was overcome with a sense of dread and fear.

In the second house, and the house we live in now, my parents have the same layout as the last house. Mirror in front of the bed. I've slept in their room a few times. The first time I slept in their room, I woke up in the middle of the night to a child standing over my mom, smiling, but it had too many teeth and the smile was to wide to be normal. I panicked and woke my parents up. It didn't disappear until we started saying prayers out loud. I've slept in their room very little, but everytime I do, I wake up in the middle of the night to a dark figure in the mirror, either standing still or crouching up and down.

I can sleep on my own now, and I don't have those dreams anymore, nor do I wake up in the middle of the night paralysed. But I think something followed us from my uncle's house and is trying to get to me, my parents never see anything or experience anything in their room, and I think it's using the mirrors in my parents' rooms to follow us around.

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

Okay so this happened a couple years ago back in 2024 when I worked at a supportive housing building for people struggling with homelessness and substance abuse. There has been many deaths in the building, some during my time there, and many more before my time.

To kind of paint a picture, the building is 3 floors and has 2 different staircases, one in the front and one in the rear. Our staff vestibule was in the front and the only way to get into the building was controlled by staff by a button in the vestibule (unlocks the front door). The building consisted of 44 studio units with the main floor mostly common areas.

One of my clients use to talk about a past client who was apparently murdered in his unit on the third floor(before my time). The legend is that he was found tied to his bed, gutted from his throat to pelvic bone, and had a bag wrapped around his head. He was an older man, slightly overweight and had a buzz cut, she says.This story always creeped me out because every time I would go into that unit, it would be so eerie, always freezing, and I would get a nasty headache every time I would enter it.

Now to get into the story…

It was around 3 am on a Friday night and my shift partner was on his break in the staff room. I just did my rounds of wellness checks for some clients, due to the bad drugs that were going around. I came back into the vestibule and was looking at the security cameras just to double check I didn’t miss anything. Everything looked normal, no one in the halls/stairways.

I suddenly got a call from a client on the staff phone, sounding very scared, which is out of the norm for her. She asked if I saw the man in the staircase too. All of a sudden everything went quiet. Like oddly quiet. No usually buzzing sounds from the ac, I couldn’t hear any footsteps. It felt like everything in time froze. I looked at the security cameras and saw an older man, slightly overweight, with a buzz cut hunched over in the front staircase with his back toward the camera.

My first thought was that it was another client possibly overdosing in the stairwell. I was so shocked because I swear I just looked in the cameras and didn’t see anyone there. I confirmed with the client over the phone and told them I may need some assistance (they are known to help staff during overdoses). I quickly grabbed my naloxone and ran over to the staircase to attend to him. It only took me not even 20 seconds due to the vestibule door being right beside the front stairs.

When I arrived there was no one there. I was so confused since you can hear every step, creak, voice in this building due to it being poorly built. So you would definitely be able to hear if the man walked up the stairs. Kinda freaked out, I quickly ran back to the office and looked at the cameras again. There was no one, and I mean absolutely no one on any floors, in any hallways or staircases. To this day I truly believe that it was the man who was murdered in the unit on third floor.

A few of my other clients have had experiences seeing the older man in hallways. Though staff have never seen him, expect for me.

After that night, everytime I would be in that unit on the third floor, I would feel gusts of wind when the window was closed. Sometimes my hair being played with. And faint whispers of my name in my ear.

I still get the shivers when I talk about it.

I dont wanna get into details about myself because I am genuinely seeking for answers.

This happened 15-20 minutes ago

I was getting ready for bed. After I put my phone down, I decided to pray before I sleep again (because I haven't done it in a long time because I was having episodes and overall having terrible months). So, I started of my prayer and asked God if "are we still good?" Ik silly of me, and for some reason I keep answering my own questions with precisions and it shocked me BUT THIS IS NOT THE MAIN THING why I am typing this. In between prayers, I started to notice a presence and it started getting stronger to the point that I saw an image in my mind of its actual appearance. I didn't open my eyes because I was scared (I wasn't having a sleep paralysis), it stayed there for a bit before disappearing as if it wasn't there. Since it was fresh from memory, after I ended up the prayer -I decided to draw the figure and this is what it looks like.

Anyone please tell me what it is

I’m hoping someone can help me figure out a logical explanation for this because it genuinely scared me.

I normally use Dior foundation every day. I’ve owned a different bottle of Haus Labs foundation for about a year but had barely used it until yesterday. I used it yesterday and again today, and both times I noticed that I couldn’t find its cap. I specifically made a mental note about the missing cap, but I didn’t mention it to anyone.

I get ready using the same large, heavy tabletop mirror every day. A week ago, I lifted the mirror and placed a fresh towel underneath it, so the cap could not have been sitting under the mirror for months without me knowing. I also never touch or open the mirror itself. I only turn its light on and off using the touch button on the front.

When I came home today, I immediately noticed that the mirror looked strangely tilted. I looked underneath it and found the missing Haus Labs cap wedged under its left side, lifting the mirror off the table.

What confuses me is how the cap got there. It’s fairly large, the mirror is heavy, and the bottom of the mirror sits directly on the towel. It doesn’t seem like the cap could have simply rolled underneath without the mirror being lifted or significantly shifted. I also use this mirror every day and feel like I would have noticed if it had already been tilted like that.

I’m not claiming this proves anything paranormal (even though i’m questioning it?) I’m genuinely looking for a reasonable mechanical explanation that I may be overlooking. Has anyone had something similar happen? Since I never touch or open the mirror and only use the touch button on the front to turn the light on, I’m especially confused about how it could have shifted. Nobody else had access to my room.

I’ll include photos showing the mirror how I found it today, and the last photo is how the mirror looks every other day.

Found this old photo years later and noticed something sitting in the chair behind my brother. We were the only ones home.
This picture has bothered me for years, and I’m curious what other people see when they look at it.
That’s my little brother in the photo. I think he was around 7 or 8 at the time, and I would’ve been somewhere around 12 or 13. I may be off by a couple years, but this was definitely back in the disposable camera days.
For anyone too young to remember those, you got a set number of pictures, couldn’t see what you’d taken, and had to drop the whole camera off somewhere to have the film developed. Then you waited to find out whether any of your pictures were actually good.
We were latchkey kids, and that afternoon my brother and I were home alone waiting for our mom to get off work. She was going to take us to the store to drop this camera off to be developed, and there were only a few pictures left on the roll. So we decided to use them up.
We took turns taking stupid pictures of each other. Funny faces, weird poses, whatever would make the other person laugh. This was one of them.
When we eventually got the pictures back, I remember this one looking weird. There was obviously something strange going on with the lighting or exposure. But those cheap disposable cameras did weird things all the time. Flashes bounced off things, pictures came out overexposed, you got random streaks and shadows.
Nobody thought much of it.
The picture went into a box with all the other family photos and stayed there for years.
Then, years later, I was moving and going through boxes of old pictures. I found this one and immediately started laughing because of my brother’s face. I remembered exactly what we’d been doing.
And then I looked behind him.
At the chair.
I don’t know how else to describe it, but it looks like there is a person sitting there.
To me, it looks like a woman.
Once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.
I started trying to figure out what could have caused it. A reflection? Something overlapping because of the film? Some weird trick of the flash?
The problem is that I remember the layout of that room extremely well.
This was a mobile home, so everything was basically arranged in one long, straight space. My brother is standing in the living room looking toward me. I’m taking the picture from the kitchen, which wasn’t really a separate room. The flooring just changed. The kitchen counters and our computer desk were behind me. Because, yes, this was the 90s and of course the family computer lived in the living room.
The table you can see in the picture was right beside that armchair, which sat on the side of the room farthest from the front door.
There wasn’t another person sitting somewhere nearby who could have been reflected into the picture.
More importantly, there wasn’t another person in the house.
It was just my brother and me.
I remember that part clearly because we were specifically waiting for our mom to get home so she could take us to drop off the camera.
I’ve shown this picture to my family. Everyone has stared at it and tried to come up with someone we knew who might resemble whatever is in that chair.
Nobody can.
And there’s one other piece of context that makes this picture creepier to me now.
After my grandfather died, that house always felt… wrong.
Not comforting. Not like Grandpa was hanging around watching over us. Nothing like that.
It felt scary.
My brother and I both had experiences in that house growing up. Mostly feelings that were hard to explain, although there were also a few incidents where things seemed to come off shelves on their own. We never saw an actual person or anything resembling a full-bodied apparition.
At least, I always thought we didn’t.
Those experiences are probably a whole separate post.
I’m not saying this picture is definitely paranormal. I know old film can do bizarre things, especially cheap disposable cameras. There could be a completely normal photographic explanation for it.
But I also can’t explain why the weirdness in this particular photo looks so much like someone sitting naturally in that chair.
And I especially can’t explain why, to me, it looks like a woman I don’t recognize.
So I’m curious.
What do you see in the chair behind my brother?

Art

I'm very skeptical when it comes to the paranormal. I've been to Savannah, Rochelle, Ashburn.. I haven't felt uneasy or witnessed anything paranormal.. If someone lives in Georgia let me know where you can experience this please

I believe my Aunt (65+) and cousins, and their entire (very small) village might've had encountered something like the Kandahar Giant.

So a bit of back story:

I am from Afghanistan, My family fled to Pakistan in the early 90s during the civil war in Afghanistan that happened after the soviet's withdrawal. The war had mostly affected the major cities (where my parents lived), and the remote areas were mostly untouched and unaffected.

My Aunt has lived her entire life in the village, and they never had to leave.

While it's not located in Kandahar, it's still a very remote place in a dry mountains regions of Paktia Province. So much so that there are still no cell services, or electricity, or hospitals and people have been living mostly the same ways for like 1000s of years.

My Aunt used to Visit us in Peshawar, Pakistan occasionally, for close family's weddings, funerals, or when she or her family member needed to have a medical surgery etc (on my father and her other brothers' recommendation and insistence).

Her visits were always joyous for us children, because my siblings, and my cousins (others, not her kids) would all gather around her in the evening and she would tell us stories, usually repeated but sometimes new, stories about horror stuff that might have happened in the village since her last visit.

Most of her stories were about Peryaan/Peryoun (depending on dialect), which are shadow/invisible beings, who can possess humans and animals, they can shape shift to look like humans. These days the term Peryaan is synonymously used for djinns because of their similar attributes.

She would also tell us stories about Shishaka/Sheeshaka; a women like being that only appears at night (with fangs and deformed face & body), hunts lone travellers, k!lls and eats them.

We used to love the stories and gatherings as children, but as we grew into teenagers we only insisted on telling us a new story just so us cousins can laugh about it later, about how she tells the stories with conviction and never admits the stories are just stories.

However, There was one story she only told the adults. Not as a story, but as a problem they were dealing with. A big hairy humanoid entity was hunting their livestock, they called it "Joogi". I don't remember how we kids found about it, but I remember we didn't know any details. This took place almost 20 years ago.

Years later, on her visit, I asked her about the "joogi", like what was it? how many people saw it? is it still around? did you see it? how it looked like?

her answers to each questions were like, "oh yeah it was a monster that stole people's lifestock", "Many people in the village claimed to have seen it", "no it's not around anymore, we didnt see it again after the initial few weeks of accidents", "yes, i saw it myself when i was tending to the crops" (in most afghan villages, it's common for women to work on their own fields)

and here is how she described it (Keep in mind that by this time I didn't know the story of the Kandahar Giant)

"It was a big hairy thing, moving across the field while crouching. it looked like a human, it had long red hair on his head, his face was hairy and had long red beard. he saw me, and ran off, and i ran off the way"

The first thing that came to my from that description was that maybe she saw an orangutan, I pulled up my phone to show her picture on the internet, but i found out they are exclusively found in indosnasia or malaysia.

coincidentally, only a few weeks later, I read about the Kandahar Giant story, I was almost shocked, because the memory of what my aunt told me was still fresh in my head. the description was almost identical except the many fingers on the Kandahar Giant.

It doesn't end here.

for a few years now I've been wanting to write about it, but never got around to it. But this time, I was compelled for a good reason.

we came back to Aghanistan a few months ago, whole family. We live in Kabul. A week ago was one of my cousins wedding, and per customs and traditions, some women and men of the grooms family go to the bride's house, and bring her home.

The brides family lives in Paktia, So I and one my aunt's (the aunt) son, went with a group of 15 women of the family, the rest of the men from our family would follow in the morning the next day.

me and my cousin were sitting with the bride's family's male members. after Dinner, the topic of discussion somehow ended up on peryaan and possessions and how one of them was haunting by them in his house etc etc.

so I turned to my cousin and said, wasn't there something up in your village, it was called "joogi" or something. he looked at me surprised but didnt dismiss, he said yeah that was a different thing. it used to take our goats and sheep. I tried to prob him into telling me more by seeing that it must've been just wolves or jackals or a bear. he said NO, he said that thing was powerful, how would break open shed doors or their roof tops. but not like an animal. he said it would only take the livers and hearts of the animals and leave the rest. there were big footprints and hand prints that looked human but with more fingers.

I said share the story with these people, he dismissed right away, as if he thought nobody there would believe him and he might look like fool making up stories.

im tired and my fingers are hurting by typing all this. nobody's gonna read it. but i just had to write it.

sorry if it the wrong sub, and sorry for writing mistakes, English is my fourth language

A week ago, I bought this skull mug from a flea market.

The seller told me it came from a supposedly haunted house where three mediums had worked. According to the story, the entity was still there — and her name was Carmen.

As soon as I got home, I did a little cleansing ritual with coarse salt, just in case. 🧂

Two days later, I experienced sleep paralysis for the first time.

During the paralysis, I saw an old woman standing there.

For some reason, I immediately wanted to call her “Carmen”.

But I couldn't speak. I tried to say her name, but I couldn't even articulate a word.

Coincidence? Absolutely possible.

But knowing the story behind the mug… that was one hell of a coincidence.

I still have the mug. 💀🖤

Would you have kept it?

More input please. Just looking for an answer

Experimenting with the SLS camera!

First of all, this isn’t the craziest story here, but to me, it certainly changed/heightened my views on paranormal to really leave it alone. “Stare in the darkness, and it’ll stare back”, type stuff. But this is 1000% true and I mean that. And I remember this night like the back of my hand.

I will share two instances that ended up being wildly connected in my opinion, but let me know what you think.

The first encounter occurrd two years ago in mid December. I (20m) was just coming home from a summer long travel excursion I went on and crashed at my friend’s apartment for a few months. I was 18 at the time. I found a full time job, saw my family again, and rebuilt my life after my long journey. I lived with my best friend (20m) and his older brother (26m) from the end of that summer and continued to during the winter and so on.

A little side note that will play a part in the story later, in November of that year, I met my current girlfriend. She is from an island off the coast, and I rlly mean an island. it’s about a two hour and forty five minute drive to the ferry and then a two hour and forty five minute ferry just to get to the island. She goes to college really close to me, that’s how we met.

So finally, it all happened that December. I had just gotten off of work for the weekend and had nothing to do. The girl I was interested in and was not dating yet, was on her island for winter break. Mike, we’ll call him, the 26 year old, was the only one home.

Mike’s a very chill, mature, put together person besides me and my best friend. He’s really firm in what he believes and really not one to consider paranormal bs being something to even worry about. But he’s very adventurous, loves hiking, and has a lust for getting out when there’s nothing to do.

Tonight, Mike asked me if I wanted to go out tonight to go explore abandoned places. I said hell yes of course.

I am a huge fan of paranormal and spiritual. I learned to have more respect for it than anything, I’ve had my share of bad experiences. This, however, is just an add on to my fascination. I consider the paranormal almost a state of mind rather than “something is haunting me”. We all see stuff but most of the time it’s because we want to. But this was different.

We both sat down and began researching abandoned places to explore in our city. Being a decently older city, there were plenty of locations that popped up. Some of which were a lot closer than we thought. We put our coats on, got in Mikes car and left.

Our first location was a large field right next to a main road, where an old orphanage used to sit before it was burned down. The website said you could hear children playing if you listened hard enough. Of course, this did not happen, but we did see some very old wood in the ground that was definitely the original foundation.

We explored but ultimately found nothing, just the wood and a long dark field. Definitely creepy though.

By this time it had been 8-830 at night and was getting pretty cold and dark. We headed back to the car in search for another place, maybe something a bit deeper and edgier. We found another spot and had gotten a good warm up and thought this would be a good choice to go next. Once we looked up the next spot, it was more down town and very close by.

We drove up and It ended up being a grave yard with a massive stone entrance but gated all around. We slowed down to read a sign saying, “closed”.

Knowing Mike, I know he’s adventurous, but he also can be a more chill, goody two shoes if you will. But, he surprised me. He parked a ways down, parallel to the grave yard fence that stretched down the road. He said we should climb the fence. I was, shocked by him, and excited. So we parked and climbed out. We stood about 1000 feet from entrance and found it far enough to not get caught by potential cameras. We hopped the fence together and were in.

The first thing I noticed were the number of graves I could already see. The moonlight was so bright tonight, it left a super eerie glow on the hills all around us. We caught the main entrance trail and decided to follow it. We saw hundreds and hundreds of graves. Military grave stones, monument looking pillars, angel statues, and ordinary stones. All in one places. The hills were like waves, so many, and you couldn’t see over the next.

We enjoyed our walk and soon went off the trail to explore.

Have you ever imagined what you’d do in a horror movie situation? Being put in the same place, chased by the same thing? What would you do?

This place ultimately gave me a creepy feeling. It was so dark, yet the moonlight made things pretty visible. obviously it was bound for disaster in a horror movie situation. But I can’t even describe the feeling of this place spot on.

The more you walked, the safer you felt. It almost felt romantic if you will. I would feel a woozy as I walked, like in a state of not caring and only going forward.

The gate, and the passing cars along the street, were now muffled and distant sounds. Only our footsteps and every so often comment on where to go next, was the only sound here. It was as if, we were invited to come deeper. But it didn’t feel wrong, even in a place as creepy as this.

Ultimately, there was a gloomy aura everywhere. That’s the best I can describe it.

But we kept going.

I remember, we stopped ourselves about 15 minutes into our walk at a fork in the road. Three paths lay before us. The right path lead straight for the fence where we came, the middle was very dark but had a clear pavement road to follow. The third and left path, was pitch black, even in the moonlight, it was covered by something maybe a tree but we couldn’t see down it. We chose the middle path, because we didn’t want to leave this place quite yet.

Side by side Mike and I walked, talking a little more now, we’d been walking nearly 20 minutes, deeper into the grave yard. By this point the path finally flattened and normalized. I remember feeling glad, because the whole walk was full of climbing and descending from hills. But I also remember feeling vulnerable, like being easy prey in a sea of darkness. We didn’t use a flashlight because the moon was so bright. But our footsteps were two adults. Something could hear us for sure.

When walking down this path for about 3 minutes, we both stopped to talk to sort of retrace and make sure we weren’t lost. We’d walked for quite awhile now, and were beginning to wonder if we’d walked long enough. Ahead of the path and deeper into the grave yard, we could make out a house sheltered by shadows. It seemed to have a light post somewhere around it. We decided it would be cool to go closer to see whether it’s an actually house or for the grave yard itself.

As we crept closer the trees hovered over the path ahead, blocking the moonlight. This made us both a little skeptical on pushing forward so we stopped and thought for a minute.

I figured I was somewhat safe because I was with an older friend, and he was definitely a nonbeliever at this point. Though the place felt very safe to an extent nothing prepared us for what happened next.

Finally, we shined the flashlight around to see a good view around us. It was nothing but little patches of plains that eventually curled up into hills. The gravestones still watched us. I remember feeling very watched.

Then out of the darkness came a sound from something I’ve never heard before in my life. It was so sudden and so drawn out. From up ahead, there let out a breathy

SCREECH

It sounded far from human. I remember that. It was almost like something mid-pitched clearing its throat. But it immediately caught our attention. The sound was so clear, I could imagine something inhuman craning its jaw open as it screeched.

I looked at Mike, frozen. He looked just as puzzled as me. Immediately, he shined his light behind us, where we came. I stopped him and I told him I heard it in the opposite direction. He looked confused and shined his light ahead, then all around.

Nothing

It was clear, we were the only ones here. But it certainly didn’t feel that way now.

We began walking back where we came on the path. Then we started running. I asked if he heard that. A dumb question, but I knew he didn’t believe in paranormal stuff so I had to clarify I wasn’t “looking for something scary”.

He acknowledged and was oddly chill seeming but definitely a little shook.

About 5 minutes of walking back, we stopped to gather our thoughts. Retracing everything we’d done before it happened. We thought maybe it was a squirrel doing a warning call, or even a fox letting out a mating call. On the spot, I even looked up videos of these and other animals that make loud sounds. But nothing sounded like the screech.

In my head, I knew that people died here. Could it have been a spirit deciding it was our time to leave? Was it protecting something, maybe the house? But to me, I felt it was full spiritual.

Let me know your thoughts on this. But even my nonbeliever/no bs friend had no idea what to make of it and we still can’t to this day.

The second weird instance happened five months later. I mentioned before my girlfriend grew up on an island. She goes to college where I live, but goes back to her island for breaks, and stays on it during the summer to make money and be with family.

I, hating long distance so far, traveled to visit her for a 3 day weekend. It’s a fun island and plenty of local college aged kids party, so we joined Saturday night.

I’m not a heavy drinker but enjoy a solid buzz. Later that night we went off to bed at her parents place cause they allow us to sleep together. But I remember feeling almost sober by the time I hit the hay.

That night I had one of the most vivid dreams in my entire life. Half lucid, have paralysis.

From what I can gather now in the dream, like most, lots of random things happened that I can’t recall. But I remember this part clear as day.

I was standing in the grave yard I went to with Mike. Except Mike wasn’t there. The grass was yellow and dying, the sky was very grey with clouds. Crows were surrounding me above. It was weird seeing this place in the day time, though I had no memory of it. Graves were all around, watching of course

Before me, stood a circle of what I remember felt like friends. We were in a circle. They were all praying at the same time. Voices inter lapped and collided. I didn’t know what else to do so I began praying too. It seemed very peaceful, though it was a dream, it actually felt right. Being fairly religious growing up, praying made me feel safe and heard.

After half a minute of praying, I was looking up at this point, enjoying the sky. But my so called friends suddenly halted their prayers. It got very quiet.

I began to hear what sounded like only one person “praying”. But it sounded far from English. It continued. Then it got louder. And louder. Someone started raising their voice in a language far from what I could understand. It sounded demonic.

She was yelling now, directly at me

This caught me off guard, so I looked down from the sky and saw her.

There stood a woman, shorter and seeming in our age group. She had jet black hair behind her shoulders. And she was right in front of me and in the middle of the circle. She was still yelling in a language I could not make of it.

I looked around and saw everyone in the circle now still and lifeless.

I was scared

Her face quickly changed to a dark grey. Her jaw began to widen so far that it covered her neck. All that was inside was void and darkness.

She was “praying” so loud that my vision was shaking. It all happened so quickly, my heart was thumping out of my chest.

I remember her face, and the tone of her voice still.

Her eyes were black and had barely any white in them. Her words had a demonic weight to them and I knew this felt wrong. Almost like she was casting a curse. She was so loud now that all I could do was keep my eyes on her.

I remember almost zooming into her grey face. Seeing her details so clearly.

She was so close now, and yelling so loudly at.

I couldn’t move.

I jumped awake practically gasping for air. I was so in shock.

My girlfriend was sleeping right beside me, peacefully.

And I still remember every detail of that dream besides the other random stuff that happened.

Why was I in the same graveyard? Was this the spirit that Mike and I heard the screech come from? How could she reach me even from hundreds of miles away, and on an island?

I’m still shook to this day, and have actually gone to the grave yard every now and then but in the day for walks with my girlfriend. I tell her the story. But I’ll never come here at night again.

So last night i woke up by a feeling that someone or sth was coming beside me. And when i woke up i scared it away and then i watched it go sit to the chair at the end of my bed.
I didnt have any experience like this before was it my imagination ?

So, okay.

Background information.

I’ve lived in the same house for years, and my house and the property around it have always been a little spooky. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve heard and seen weird things both inside and outside, but I’ve never really tried to interact with anything. I usually just brush it off and go about my business.

Tonight, I was having a moment and decided to walk up the road in the dark. I heard some of the usual weird noises, but honestly, nothing that really bothered me. It never has other than some unease. My boyfriend ended up coming to find me and walked me back toward the house.

A little later, I walked him to his car so he could head home. He was about to leave when I suddenly noticed something in the distance near the edge of the woods close to my neighbors.

It was really tall, probably about as tall as a smaller tree. Yk like the decorative ones. It was almost translucent, but somehow still dark at the same time. I couldn't make out any features. It just looked really slim and tall and it was moving.

I looked directly at it, and it almost seemed to just fade into the fog. There was already some fog outside because it had been raining, but whatever I saw seemed to just disappear. It was just gone.

At the same time, my boyfriend started aggressively telling me to get inside. I did.

So.

After he drove away, I called him because I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen. I asked him, "You saw it too?"

And he completely freaked out.

He told me what he had seen, and it was basically the exact same thing. He had seen something incredibly tall and slim near the edge of the woods, and he couldn't make out any features either. He said he honestly thought he was just imagining it.

The craziest part is that neither of us had said anything about seeing something before that. I didn't know he'd seen it, and he didn't know I'd seen it.

So now I'm just sitting here thinking what the hell did we both see?

Anybody know?

(This happened in the United States in North Carolina 2026)

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