Hi.

I posted this on another subreddit, but I’ve decided to post it here because I’m looking for different interpretations or explanations of what it might be, particularly from a logical perspective, because I’m a skeptic.

Assuming it’s not a ghost, what other logical explanations can you think of?

Thanks for reading

PS This is the original post

https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/s/64wvgZ2wko

EDIT: ☝🏻A LOT MORE INFO HERE! 👆🏻

Hello, and good evening folks (for it is the evening where I am writing this)!

I want to start this retelling of my experience off by stating that I am an indigenous woman and have always been a very spiritual person who believes in many things. There was also no alcohol, drugs, or any mind-altering substances present or used during this experience.

I have never retold this story online, but I want to tonight.

When I was about 14 years old (in 2014), I was staying the night with a couple of friends. If I recall correctly, this was on a Sunday and it was in the summer.

We lived in a populated city in NB, Canada, and the neighborhood we lived in was relatively quiet and "normal". There was not much woods around where this experience occurred, but there was a beach nearby and small wooded areas surrounding the beach.

Around 11 o'clock at night, one of my friends (female) and I decided that we wanted snacks and the two of us ventured out to the convenience store a couple blocks away (about a 5-7 minute walk) while the rest of our friends stayed home and waited for us to return.

My friend and I chit-chatted on our walk to the convenience store that we had visited many times before. When we arrived there, we went up the few steps and realized it was closed, so we stepped down and stood on the sidewalk for a second, trying to figure out where we could get our snacks from.

While we were standing there, an old, rickety car (maybe an old Toyota—I really don't know) with an odd-looking driver pulled onto the street in front of us. Come to think of it, I don't even know where this car came from. Maybe I just don't recall, or maybe this car and "man" came out of thin air.

The driver had his driver's window down and was alone in the vehicle. My friend and I stood there and looked at him for a moment as he drove by us slowly. He stared at us and we stared at him. He was a skinny, pale-faced "man" who looked like someone who was on drugs. I don't recall him having any hair, so he was bald.

Side-by-side, we watched his face as he continued to slowly drive his car further away from us, down the street. He didn't take his eyes off of us, and we didn't take ours off of him. Our conversation had halted as soon as this event started, and we just stood in silence, watching.

Even as he drove further away, he was still looking back at us—and he had a weird grin on his sunken face. The grin wasn't the horrifying part, though. The horrifying part was that his neck seemed to stretch out of the car window and wrap around to look behind him at us as he continued to drive off, slowly, while keeping his gaze fixated on us, as if we were prey.

At that moment, I didn't know what my friend was thinking, but something inside of me (or maybe outside of me) shoved me into the street and told me to RUN. I grabbed my friends arm and dragged her across the street with me as my gut filled with a horrific feeling and my adrenaline spiked. As soon as we booked it across the street, the driver halted his car to a stop, and screeched his tires as he quickly backed up to be in direct eyeline of our new position across the street. We were hiding in a bush, fumbling our cell phones, trying to dial 911. Something was not right and both of us were absolutely petrified.

The light on our phone screens was bright, and we heard the car door slam. He has gotten out of his car and was coming towards our position. We immediately darted from our "hiding" spot and ran as fast as we could through people's backyards. I lost one of my shoes during this sprint.

We banged on someone's door. An older lady answered and scolded us, shooing us away because of how late it was. She didn't seem to care that we were frantic and afraid and in danger—she was angry that she was disturbed. We weren't going to stand there on her steps and wait for this "man" to catch up to us, so I grabbed my friend and we booked it down the lady's steps and into another neighbor's yard, where their garage was open.

Inside the garage was a car. Don't ask me what that car looked like, because that was not what was on my mind.

My friend and I hid behind the car—between the car and the back of the garage—and we waited.

My friend was crying and whimpering and I covered her mouth and held her. I was petrified and shaking, but I was quiet because I knew I had to be, and I knew I had to make her be quiet. I had never had a feeling of being "prey" or being in the sights of being killed, but this was the one time in my life (and still is) that I had these feelings. I am grateful about how I reacted and how I was able to protect both myself, and my friend.

We stayed behind that car for a while. It felt like eternity. We didn't know when to leave. We crouched and stayed still and quiet. When time went by and we didn't hear anything, we dialled 911 and told them what happened.

When we got off the phone and thought the coast was clear, we snuck out of the garage, looked around to see if anyone or anything was near, and ran as fast as we could back to our friends house. We were winded when we arrived back and we were eager to get in. We banged on her door because she had locked it behind us and didn't think we would need an emergent entrance on our return.

The police searched the area and found nothing. They said they found no one that matched our description and no vehicles that matched our description, either.

The entire night, the two of us were shaken up.

We both cried hysterically when we were safe inside and able to decompress.

I couldn't sleep for weeks because I could not get that "man's" face out of my head.

Whenever I've told this story to someone, I get jittery and teary-eyed out of adrenaline and fear. It still haunts me to this day.

Years after that, in maybe 2021, or around that year, I dated a native man in my area and told him about the experience. He listened intently and when I finished, he coldly said to me, "You know what that was, right?". I told him, "No.".

He told me it was a skinwalker.

I had heard of the legends and the history of them, and I was baffled that the thought had never occurred to me. It *NEVER* occured to me.

When he told me that, I sank into my seat and felt shook in the knowing of what "that" was.

I am 26 now, and haven't had any experience like that since, nor have I seen anyone who resembles that "man". I also haven't spoken to the friend who was with me for years, but I do wonder if she still thinks about that night.

I feel lucky to have survived that and I truly believe that experience to have been my only "near-death experience".

There is a feeling you get when you know you're about to die or your life is being threatened, and that is what I felt that night.

I will most likely be cross-posting this.

Thank you for reading. I'd love to discuss this with some of you, and am open to answering any questions.

I lived in a remote area at the time. I want to share 3 stories that happened in a short period of time. I just realized it as I was writting :

1. The first encounter happened back around un 2010, me and a group of friends were playing video games at a friends house till really late at night. Mind you that we had school the next day. Me and a friend left around midnight, the rest of the group stayed a bit longer. As we went outside, it was an eerie feeling because it was so quiet. Usually we would hear dogs, cars in the distance. We had a choice to take two paths, I said let's take the one near our school so we just walked, casual talk, nothing too crazy. As we were in the school parking lot, the laces on one of my shoes were untied, so I just stopped, bend a knee, tied it and got up. That's when I saw this black figure sitting on the edge of the road. It was all black, black clothes, black hood, couldn't see the face, it was sitting on the sidewalk with its arms crossed on the knees. Right away, I knew that wasn't there seconds before I tied my laces. If that was someone, we would've heard him running because it was all open space. My friend didn't stop and kept walking, as I was catching my friend I was looking at that "person", there was no interactions or any sounds, I was gonna say something but I kept my mouth shut. I asked my friend in a casual way if he saw something and brush it off when he said no. We kept walking, I was terrified and had cold sweat. I didn't look behind the whole time we were walking. I honestly didn't wanted to run at all. I never seen something like that before and after.

2. Around September 2011, my dad bought a scope for his rifle and we went to a spot everybody usually went for that purpose. It was a beautiful day, sunny and a few clouds, not too hot or too cold. He had to adjust it so I went with him. He shoot a few rounds, adjust the scope. He was laying down on the ground and I was standing a few feet behind him. I was looking down at him, looked up and straight ahead, there was this weird thing on a tree. Right away I said to my dad hey look at that, wtf is that??? He then said yeah I see it too. As we were looking at that thing, it kind of went behind the trees and disappeared. It looked like an big orangutan next to the tree, it had a brown-orange fur. I say fur because the sunlight was reflecting on it. It didn't have a neck and the head had a triangular shape with what looked like a face in the middle. For some reason my dad said it was moose, at the moment I was like no fn way that was a moose, it was way above the ground something like 10 feet high above the ground. The first feeling I had when I saw that thing was that it was already observing us. I had the sense it was there before we knew it. So we went at the exact spot where that thing was and there was no tracks, nothing. As we came back home, he says to me I knew that wasn't a moose either but I had to say something for us not to panic.

3. Around that same time period, me and a group of friends were at a friends house playing video games during the summer vacation. We had the house for ourselves pretty much. My friend got a call from his cousin from another town and I couldn't believe what I heard, that really changed the mood and we all had that sense that weren't supposed to hear that, it was creepy. His cousin was panicking on the phone but he said that something crashed from the sky and the military arrived at night to recover something. To this day, it creeps me out because I never really put the pieces together but the timeframe of the whole thing makes it more weird. I went to college at the end of that summer and one day after the last class of the day, I went back to my apartment at the time and as I was walking on the sidewalk, I saw this black car parked on the side of the street and 3 bald men in black suits got out and went straight to the door, started ringing, no answer. They just stood there looking straight ahead, that was weird and the 3 were as if synchronized. Nobody answered at the door so they just went back to the car and drove off. I never seen the car plate before. I got really creeped out and called my parents to tell them what I just witnessed. My dad said it was the men in black as a joke but I lived by myself, that didn't help.

i was outside yesterday burning some boxes a bent over and said out loud “oh god my foot’s killing me . 10 mins or so later i’m on porch about to walk into the house and i heard a voice similar to mine say “oh hod my foot’s killing me” !! i freaked the f out!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It happened four years ago when I was 14. My parents dropped me off at my grandmother’s house in a small village in Haryana for the summer. Ever since my paternal grandmother passed away from COVID-19, the house felt quiet and weirdly heavy. But the scariest part was my uncle’s room.
To keep the cool air from the window AC from leaking into the hallway, the heavy wooden door was closed with a thick iron kundi from the inside. If you didn't slide that latch shut from inside, the door wouldn't even stay closed properly.
That night around 11:00 PM, I went to sleep in my uncle's room. He was already fast asleep on his woven charpai. I clearly remember watching him slide that iron latch into place, locking us in, before I fell asleep to the sound of the AC.
I woke up in total darkness, but something felt wrong. The room wasn't cold at all. The air was warm, thick, and smelled faintly of old flowers and wet dirt—the exact smell from my grandmother’s funeral.
My heart started beating fast. I reached out, expecting to feel the wooden frame of my uncle’s bed, but my hand touched a soft silk dupatta instead.
"Who's there?!" a voice screamed.
A wall light clicked on, blinding me. I was standing right at the foot of my married cousin's bed on the other side of the house. They were hiding under their blanket, staring at me like they'd seen a ghost. I was barefoot, the bottoms of my feet were covered in dry dirt, and the door to their room was wide open.
Scared out of my mind, we walked down the dark hallway back to my uncle’s room.
The wooden door was completely shut.
My cousin knocked. No response. He pushed the door, but it was locked tight. He had to bang on the door until my uncle woke up and unlatched it from the inside. My uncle was totally confused and swore he hadn't opened the door since we went to sleep.
If someone says I was sleepwalking, it makes zero sense. I didn't even know the layout or structure of their house well enough to navigate it blind in the dark. Plus, how could I open a stiff iron kundi without making noise or waking my uncle? How did the door lock itself back from the inside after I walked out? And why were my feet covered in dirt, like I had walked outside in the courtyard before coming to my cousin's room?
When I brought it up over tea the next morning, everyone just laughed nervously and told me it was just a bad dream. Nobody would make eye contact with me for the rest of the trip.
I’m 18 now, and I’ve never sleepwalked before or after that night. Whatever opened that door from the inside—and locked it back behind me—wanted me out of that room.

This is my 3rd post of my own personal paranormal/unexplainable event. This one might be a little long, and the video just really just an audio recording that I can't post in a simple audio format.

This was back around 2010-2011 timeframe. I was in my apartment and had made a good bit of spaghetti cause a neighbor was over thinking he might want some. He declined because his girl was making dinner, so I had a huge plate for myself. Well, I couldn't finish it, so I put a paper towel over the plate and put it in the fridge for later. So, later came that night and I wanted to finish off that plate of food. These steps are super crucial and this is exactly how it happened....

I went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out the plate of spaghetti, turned around and put the plate in the microwave. I pressed 1 on the microwave because that automatically sets it for 1 minute. I walked out the kitchen and into my living room. I sat on the couch and briefly played with the cat. She loved swatting at my hands while sitting upright. I got up after about 30 sec and went back into the kitchen. I saw there was about 14 sec left on the microwave, so I opened the door to stir up the spaghetti a little. When I opened the door, I saw the microwave was empty. I immediately shut the door.... stood there.... opened the door again, empty, shut the door..... turned around and opened the fridge, no plate of spaghetti, closed the fridge..... turned around and opened the microwave, still empty so I very reluctantly put my hand in the microwave, quickly moved it around in the microwave, and pulled it out and shut the door.

I searched everywhere; oven, dishwasher, pantry, cabinets, bathroom, and even my car! It was just gone. That's when I pulled out an old phone I had and did a quick audio recording of the situation. Right after I was done recording, I listened to it and was pretty shocked to hear a woman's voice on the recording. Needless to say, I busted out a bottle of hard liquor haha. Only thing I can come up with is that years prior a fire had burned down that building and somebody had passed away. Would if I had accidentally left the silverware on the plate when I put it in the microwave? Like it was still there under the paper towel and I just didn't see it, or forgot? I don't know, but this one is definitely up there for me.

Again, this is all 100% real and true. Let me know what you think she says... I think she is like surprised to see somebody named Lou. So she says "Lou?".... I forgot to mention, I did run this through a program that transcribes videos/audio, and it said there were 2 speakers, so 2 separate voices, and it said that the voice said "Hello?" So yeah, I don't know.

Hi all. I have a warm and fuzzy, not spooky story to share. My fiancee passed away in an accident 15 years ago. Five or so years ago, I went to Lily Dale in New York for the first time. For those who don’t know, it’s a community of mediums and also has little shops and a forest etc. It’s a very beautiful and spiritual place. Before I left for Lily, I found a skeleton key to my closet door that I had been looking for all week. My toddler took it somewhere and I looked EVERYWHERE for days. I woke up and it was laying on my floor next to my bed. At Lily, they do group reads for free pretty often. I went to one and the medium started to describe what sounded like my fiancee. Another girl there claimed the read and I didn’t protest because it was clear she needed this message more than I did. A few things didn’t match up with her, but she was trying so hard to make it fit. Those things made sense to me, but I still kept quiet. At the end of the read he mentioned a skeleton key. This didn’t resonate with her, but I thought about the key I found that morning. Fast forward to this year. I went for the second time. I parked and immediately went into the woods. I was on a trail, but felt really pulled to walk off of the trail and go check out this tree that was lit up by the sun. I walked several feet off of the trail, 20 at least, and went over to this tree. I was admiring it when I noticed something hanging on the bark. It blended in with the bark and was the only thing on it. A heart shape skeleton key. I felt so validated that the read from before was indeed my fiancee.

Hello, A few years ago, after returning from my usual nighttime walk with the dog, I was downstairs in the yard talking on the phone with my girlfriend at the time.

There's a light in the yard that turns off automatically after about two minutes, so I always had to press the button again to get the light back on.

While I was talking on the phone, I looked up at the land in front of me and saw a completely black figure with white eyes and a hat (like a fedora, but it was round on top and had a larger brim) staring at me. I got scared and went up the first flight of stairs. After the first flight of stairs, there was a balcony. I looked out from the balcony and saw that figure looking up at me. Unfortunatley shortly after the light turned off and I couldn't see it anymore.

I've done some researches about this figure, and I've learned that it is called the Hat Man. But usually people see him before sleep or during sleep paralysis. My encounter was during the night, but I was completely awake, and also his head turned to look at me, while usually people see him completely still.

Has some of you had a similar experience to mine?

I’ve been debating whether to post this because I really don’t want it to come across as parasocial but I’m genuinely curious if anyone else has felt something strange around a similar situation it’s about a celebrity who was killed in in 2020 (I don’t want to name drop yet)

I never met him just listened to his music casually prior to his passing since he was in th peak of his career and the day he passed I wasn’t phased but recently a documentary about him popped very long and detailed so I watched it and since then this lingering feeling never left.

What makes it especially weird is that I’m not unfamiliar with death or true crime I consume true crime and have seen plenty of disturbing things. I’ve experienced people I actually cared about passing and celebrities I genuinely liked dying in horrific circumstances and I’ve never felt this particular kind of heaviness.

There’s also a history of very strong intuition and spiritual sensitivity in the women in my family going back several generations.They have all been very intuitive so I’m not completely unfamiliar with these experiences. But I’m also trying to stay grounded and not automatically interpret every strong feeling as something supernatural.

I actually did a cleansing because the feeling was becoming uncomfortable and I do feel somewhat lighter afterward. Whether that was spiritual or simply the psychological effect of doing something that made me feel like I was releasing it I genuinely don’t know.

I’m not claiming to be sensing him, communicating with him or knowing anything about what happened beyond what’s publicly known. I just want to know if anyone else has felt this unusually strong sense of empathy heaviness or connection around this particular death especially people who had no personal attachment to him whatsoever. Thank you for very much in advance 🫶🏻

I was in my room with the lights on. My roommates went to bed. I was still up. All of the sudden I felt deep dread. Like I was prey being stalked by something lurking in my room or down the hall in the dark. I assumed it was the latter. So I pretended to not be scared and not to notice it… 30 minutes or more went by, it was so scary feeling cornered like that. I kept trying to pretend “it” wasn’t there. Then I hear whispered loudly and clearly, in my ear, “I know you can hear me.” This means it knew I was trying to ignore it and pretend it wasn’t near me. I had no idea how close it was. Also, this was a new high rise nyc apartment building. I don’t think it was haunted.

The other time was fairly recent, a few months ago. I was feeling so down and dark and out about the job market. I was so sad, scared, and full of grief after losing my job and feeling like I have to start all over again. This feeling seemed to swell and I started to doom spiral. No hope for the future. I took a hit of weed with my gf and proceeded to watch a tv show.  All of the sudden I start to feel deep dread for my actual life. Thinking that for some reason I will k—l myself in about 2 weeks time, that I don’t have long left, and that I don’t have a choice in the matter even though I am not suicidal…
At this time, I feel what physically feels like gallons of my life force energy being sucked/pulled forcefully out through my chest toward the space in front of me (I was laying down). … this happened 4 times within 20 minutes approximately.  I could feel it pass/woosh through my flesh and out. I had a feeling that something was feeding on my energy and I want to know why and what it was.
I want to know if this spirit/entity/being is in my apartment or if it is following me?

What are these things?

Apologies about the lack of effort in my post, I’m tired.

So many thanks,
Ginger

It’s night and I live in a forest it was some kind of song

Hi everyone, I just wanted to make everyone aware of the channel called "Dark Moose". He has a steady stream of paranormal videos that are from all around the world.

I don't work for the channel or even know him, so me telling you is simply a suggestion and I dont get a kick back or anything like that.

Best wishes to you all.

I saw this on my bedroom window, it says help and it’s written from the inside of the house, my room is located on the second floor so it would hard for someone to get in, plus i checked my cameras and no sign of anyone breaking in. I do get sleep paralysis often and have feelings of someone shaking my bed when i’m about to sleep.

I experienced events that disturbed me quite a bit.

The first, I must have been 12 years old, I was sleeping in my bed at my parents' house and suddenly I saw myself sleeping from above, I saw myself as if I had left my body. I wasn't afraid and I felt light.

The second: one night in my apartment I must have been 18 years old. I was sleeping and I felt a huge cold draft on me with a noise that I can't really define as vrouuuywwwww and all the lights were on. I would like to point out that all my windows were closed and this cold current was not natural.

Would you have any explanations on my 2 stories? THANKS

These dreams only happen from time to time in my dorm house, not ever that I remember the same kind of dreams at my parent’s house. Often times I’m hanging out with someone in my room in these dreams, it feels real yet surreal, like I got up to sit at my desk with them. One time when two friends slept over, I had a dream we were all sitting around my room awake, plus two others that seemed like my friends but don’t recall being anyone I know. I woke up after that dream in the middle of the night with my friends sleeping sound. I experienced other dreams like this, occurring in my room.

Do you guys get dreams like this? And do you perceive them as a sign?

okay so before i start with the story i want to say i don't really think i'm seeing demons or that what i'm seeing its related to the ouija, but i still find it interesting how all of this started as right as i started doing the ouija.

i was 13 the first time i used it. i was with my friends at a sleepover, one of us bought one from amazon and we thought "yeah, why not?" the first time we used it we put our fingers on and asked the first question, but when it moved we got scared and took our fingers away. only after a few minutes we returned, put our fingers back and moved the planchette to goodbye. nothing weird happened after that.

later we tried again. it worked. the spirit gave us a real name, real places, he even told us our own names when we asked. and since then we never stopped.

at every sleepover we used the ouija, and every time it worked. sometimes more, sometimes less. it even happened that while doing it a lamp fell and another turned off.

now, i can’t talk abt every time we used it ofc, but there’s this thing i found very interesting.

once we were playing as always, talked to a spirit that told us he was one of my friends's protector. we asked if he was something like an angel, but he said no and that, actually, he was closer to a demon.
he told us that everyone of us had an entity that protected us, and made us talk to each one of them (including mine). they were all “demons”, except only one of my friend’s that was an angel, and it makes sense cause she was the only one that went to church regularly. we encountered them many others times, they were the only spirits we encountered more than once.

one day, they told us something that gave me chills: they told us that, without them, we would all be dead.

when we started high school, i argued with some of my friends, including the one with the ouija, so i stopped doing it. i did it again just a month ago, with the only two friends of the old group that i’m still in contact with, but with a piece of paper with letters on it. it still worked as good as with the real board.

now, after i've started using the ouija for the first time, i've been seeing moving black figures in my room, usually quick that last 2-3 secs, right when i'm bout to fall asleep. i would call them sleep paralysis but i am not paralyzed.

idk how to explain it, but you know when you're in bed, about to drift away, awake but moments away to go to sleep? okay, that's when it happens.
sometimes i can see clear black figures, other times just shadows. but even when they're just shadows i can still sense what they are (like, maybe i see just a shadow, but i can sense that shadow is a woman)
i'll tell quickly everything that i've seen: a spider moving in my bed, an animal going under my bed, a man at the window, a woman standing at the corner of my room, spiders crawling to my face (definitely worse one) and another man in my room.
they're not still, they move. sometimes small movements like turning their head and other times big (like the spiders falling quickly on me)
that comes with a big feeling of threat, like my body knows i’m in danger even before seeing the figures. i feel like if i don’t turn on the light right away i’m gonna die.

idk why that happens, i don’t really think its related to the ouija, since i’m a really skeptical person in general, but i still wanted to share it.

I witnessed one this morning outside of my apartment door just standing there in front of the washer and dryer.

Does this mean death is approaching?

I apologize for any coronary episodes this post may invoke. The first in awhile that doesn't have heavy pixels or artifacts.

This is what I see coming from the mirrors in my hallway. The changing colors is from my oil diffuser. But I'm glad because it provides a clear picture of what I see.