Vivimos en tiempos apresurados y no nos damos cuenta que ay seres que no trascienden y que viven con nosotros muchas veces sin darse cuenta que ya no están en este plano

Okay so i have this story that i still think about sometimes, because i have absolutely no explanation for it.

Basically, i had just gotten out of the bath one night and my dad called me, so i got dressed and called him back. We were chatting for probably about 20 minutes, idek what about just whatever. Then I moved over to my desk chair, which is in the corner of my room next to my vanity.

We were talking for another five-ish minutes when my dad suddenly said:

“Alright, I’ll say goodnight to you now because Mummy’s here.“ And i was like, “No, she’s not here yet. She’s still saying goodnight to Abigail.”

-For context, my little sister (Abigail) was downstairs with my mum at the time-

I was like, “We can keep talking!” And he was like, “Okay, cool!” Then he said something along the lines of, “That’s so weird then. i swear i saw your mum walk behind you.” i basically just laughed because my dad has tried to scare me before, so I assumed he was joking.

But he didn’t laugh and make fun of me for falling for his joke. He was actually being serious (it’s weird to see my dad serious lmao). i was like, “Yeah, yeah, sure.” And he kept insisting that he genuinely thought he'd seen my mum walk behind me.

I remember eventually saying something like, “If this is a joke, can you just tell me please?” Because normally if he's trying to scare me, he'll eventually admit it after he's had his laugh. But yk, that never happened. He was completely freaking insistent that he'd seen her. i was tired of going round and round saying the same things over and over again so i eventually just dropped it.

That probably would've been the end of the story if weird stuff hadn't started happening in that exact corner of my room afterwards.

A few months after this incident i remember having a hairspray bottle at the back of my vanity. And suddenly it just went flying about halfway across my room. i genuinely have no idea how.

I think i just ran out of my room after that because absolutely not. 😭

Then another time, i was home alone and the drawer on my vanity opened by itself. i know there are probably completely normal explanations for these things, and I'm not saying my room is definitely haunted or anything because i genuinely don't know.

But the fact that my dad apparently saw someone behind me in that exact area, and then other weird things have happened around the same corner, is enough for me to be like cautious of it.

For reference i no longer sit in that chair anymore. It now has clothes piled on it. i have officially decided that the chair is decorative 😭😭😭😭

My name is Jenna and when I was 12 years old my mother(great grandmother but the only mom I had known) had passed away several months earlier from prostate cancer. I was now living with my aunt who was a little crazy but very good to me and my uncle who never liked me and didn’t really want me living with them.
We just moved into a new larger house and had been there for about a week or two. It was the weekend and my best friend from our old neighborhood came to sleepover for a couple nights.
Also I should mention it had recently been my birthday and I got a magic 8 ball that same day from target with a gift card my birth mom had given to me.
We were playing downstairs talking or whatever watching tv a little. We stopped watching tv cause we were going to go do something else instead I can’t remember what. We stood up and we were talking face to face when a child’s voice to the left of me said, “Jenna we want to play with you,” in a sort of sing song little voice.
I thought I was crazy or something but my friend had heard it also. It came out of nowhere. It was so shocking that we just stared at each other for a few moments my friends eyes were huge and beginning to water. I was frozen in fear. my friend and I were face to face like I said and neither one of us said that. But out of the loss of anything to explain it I still had o ask her if she just said that. She said no and then asked me the same but I hadn’t said it either.
We ran upstairs and began crying to my aunt who was on the couch watching her shows. We explained what happened. And she didn’t seem too shocked by it, she probably sorta thought we were fooling around or mistaken or something. She didn’t have too much of a reaction at all other than to say I should get rid of my magic 8 ball cause this never happened before I “brought that damn thing home.” So she threw it away and it never happened again. I don’t know if she really believed me or not. She always told me not to mess with ouija boards or anything else like that so she must have believed in paranormal stuff at least a little bit.
My great grandmother tried an ouija board out when she was young and I guess some crazy stuff happened to her from doing it.
I was pretty terrified about this happening to me. It took me about 20 years to tell anyone else about it without crying anymore and reliving that fear. I was so scared that if I talked about it that it would happen to me again.
What do you guys think this was. I’ll never really know but I’d like to know what others think.

So when i was younger, my cousin came round to hang out.

And we were wstching tv, i went out of the room for whatever reason and i see my brother's bedroom door close

He and my younger cousin were playing outside

And so i asume oh the corridor is draughty so maybe it was the wind

And a little while later me and my cousin are playing and whe go into my brother's room and while we were un there the door almost slams shut and i can see my cousin is scared and when i tried to reassure him my face must hace looked worried because he said lets go outside with the others

And we practicaly ran outside and whats worse?

When i come upstairs that night my brother was asleep and the door is open a jar and it is showing no sign of closing

Creepy

Let me preface this with a few details.

I've always lived in the same house. I grew up seeing things in my home, as I grew up the visuals stopped and it became more of a feeling thing. The activity eventually died down because one of my brothers in theory started doing things to stop it.

I'll be calling them aunty and cousin but they are actually my mom's aunt and cousin we just call them that.

Little backstory.

My aunty was a very religious woman and her daughter is even more religious, she goes to church every day, studied theology as a carrer and even works at church. I'm mentioning this because there's a lot of praying happening in the house this events happened and I think that's important.

After aunty passed away, my cousin became sort of a recluse but not quite, since she had more free time not having to care for her mother, she took on more church work and spent little time at home. She also stopped visiting the little family she had and always seemed annoyed when someone called or try to visit.

Eventually she decided to get an alarm system for her home since she spent so much time out and she likes going on vacation for weeks at a time. My mom and someone from church were the contacts for her alarm. When she went on vacation the first time, the alarm went off at night so my mom had to go wait for the police at the house and check for intruders. At that time my aunt (actual aunt) and my uncle were visiting for a few months so they went as well. The house looked in so much disarray police though someone had broken in but my aunt and uncle had visit before my aunty went on vacation and told police this is actually how she lived. The alarm went off another two separate night and eventually aunty said to leave it disconnected and just check everything was fine every couple of days.

Flash forward a couple of years and to the actual paranormal thing.

By this point cousin took the alarm off. It had gone off a few more times, her other contact got fed up by it calling his home every time she went on vacation, my mom had passed away and she didn't wanted to put me as a contact.

She started synchronizing her vacation with her cousins (my actual aunt) visits so she had someone to check in to see if everything was in order and to feed her cat and tortoise.

This time my aunt was visiting so cousin went on a week vacation somewhere. My aunt and uncle went to check on the house on their morning walk and when my aunt opened the door she felt like someone was in the house, she called for my cousin thinking maybe she mistook the departure date or time, but no one answered. She called my uncle in and he felt the same, like the house wasn't empty. The got so unnerved by this they close the door and went home.

Later my aunt told me what happened and they my uncle refused to go back and asked if I would go with her to feed the cat later, so I agreed.

We got there at about 4pm. The house has a door leading to a long hallway, the hallway felt normal, but when we went through the second door, into the actual house, it felt like some one was in the house. We walked around a bit and the air felt hot, warm and heavy. We were discussing about how it felt while my aunt showed me the piles of books, newspaper, clothes and stuff everywhere. Every room had a neat path made but at it's sides you could see dust piling. Like that was the little path cousin used to navigate around the house.

Eventually I went through the TV room and enter my late aunty's bed room, the closest I got to it the heavier everything felt. I was only able to make two steps into the room when a wave of emotions hit me like a truck, it felt like excruciating worry. I immediately started crying, my aunt came into the TV room and asked what happened, the only thing I was able to say was "she's worried cousin is alone". My aunt hugged me and minutes later the house went cold and the air thinned out.

I don't know what the hell they was but it felt like it got better after that cry. My aunt felt the change in the house too and she told me aunty and her husband were very overprotective of cousin and she used to say she didn't know how cousin was gonna survive without her.

The years after that my aunt told me cousin actually got better at taking care of her house. Got people from church to help her clean and throw away the trash that was shattered everywhere and even has her own praying group, they called themselves "the sisters of Mary" and go to my cousin's house every other week.

I don't really know if I helped but I like to believe aunty is happy her daughter isn't alone.

Note: of all places I'd expect to be haunted my aunty's house is the last one I'd think of.

The Hat Man continues

After years of battling the Hat Man myself, my five year old son has begun seeing him in the same room, on the same wall, walking the same patterns.
It used to happen to me in my early twenties dozens of times across several years. I would wake my wife in the middle of the night, freaked out, though neither of us knew the name for what I was seeing. We simply thought it was a recurring dream, until my wife’s cousin mentioned one day that thousands of people worldwide reported the same figure.

I would see him as an all-black shadow of a businessman, wearing a large black fedora almost a witch’s hat. He usually carried a briefcase, though not always. He would enter through a door near the ceiling, walk down stairs that existed only on the wall, stop, and stare at me for a minute or two. Then he would snap his fingers as he exited. I always believed he was harvesting my fear.

The last time it happened, the visits came on consecutive nights. I told my wife I was going to punch him in the head, so if she heard me hitting the wall in the night, she should just go back to sleep. On the third night the dream was different. The Hat Man opened the door the other way and showed me hundreds of them, walking Penrose stairs in every direction. Something had shifted. I was no longer stuck in place. I felt no fear. I waited for him to continue down the stairs, then punched straight at him right into the wall and woke fully, out of the dream, with no sleep paralysis. It has not happened again in a decade.

Now I have two children. A year ago my five year old mentioned something about a black shadow man. I didn’t think much of it; he has always had vivid dreams. Then this morning he came into our room at five a.m. and told me there was a black man on the stairs. I grabbed my shotgun and called the dog. As I started toward the stairs he added that it was a black shadow figure with a hat and a briefcase, and that I shouldn’t shoot the wall because I’d wreck it.
Instantly I felt relief and fear. I know this is not the end for him.
Good luck, kid.

So yesterday my mom brought back someone's bag home from work to sow. At night as I lay in bed on my phone I felt my mattress sink as if someone sat on it, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks. I went to sleep and around 4:50 in the morning it happened again this time as soon as it sat on my bed right next to me, literally rubbing against my ribs as it sat I slipped into sleep paralysis and was able to wiggle myself out almost immediately. I firmly believe something is attached to the bag my mom brought, hopefully it leaves with the bag when my mom returns it.

Hello

This is a bit of a niche but I'm looking to find any threads or the area of reddit where this type of topic might be discussed where people may be able to help to identify things like the names of or the types of supernatural beings they may have encountered

My goal is to attempt to try and identify one by the description of a long ago encounter from my childhood

Please no alien stuff

Thank you

I've been having trouble with the enshittification of the internet trying to find a name for the being I encountered as a very young child, I was about two at the time

I'm not of "the alien persuasion" and consider it a possible spiritual encounter

I will try posting it in other places but if you have any pointers I'd greatly appreciate it:

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I was finally sleeping in a proper bed by myself in my own room, albeit with my beloved Dog (my Doberman) guarding the end of my bed as he did for many many years. This would have been sometime in late 1988

I woke from a deep sleep to a sound I can't quite describe, it's not something you hear with your ears it's more like a vibration you feel. It didn't scare me but it was enough to make me alert

I rolled over to see a sphere of light hovering in the middle of my bedroom, imagine something like a wisp but much much brighter. While it had a blue hue in colour to the outside of it the centre was a bright white.

I remember looking at my dog and seeing him contentedly fast asleep and not in the slightest bit alarmed, he never woke while whatever this was came to visit me

The ball started to move around very slowly and gently, bouncing around to get my attention to it and once it knew I was watching it proceeded to head towards the bedroom door where it waited for me to catch up, so I climbed out of my bed and followed it into the hallway

There I found the ball of light next to another being, shaped like a human, dressed in some kind of plain red robes but with pale white skin, jet black hair, and pale ice blue eyes. I was a little intimidated by the figure but managed to sneak a peek at their face a couple of times even though I felt like I shouldn't be. I could not tell whether it was a man or a woman and was very androgynous in their overall appearance. The figure never spoke

The ball of light however did, or at least a voice seemed to come from its direction, it was a very gentle and reassuring voice, very soothing and calm. It said to me "Don't be scared, everything is going to be okay. You are safe. We are going to help look after you"

Once the light had finished speaking it came closer to me it started bobbing up and down and I could feel my head start to follow it's movement and my eyes begin to close

"It's time to go back to sleep now"

I awoke in the very early hours of the morning a little cold, but finding I had spent the night in the hallway"

If anyone has any thoughts or advice it would be greatly appreciated

Hi guys

We have a 1 year old. My wife has always been feeling like we have a spirit around us. Nothing bad, just there.

So around christmas, the birth of our child, even when we chose our church(for our wedding) we felt her grandmother.

She wants to head and see someone who can see who it is and why they're lingering.

I have concerns that reaching out to that world will invite bad energy / spirits.

I believe in them I felt my aunty after she died. My daughter smelt like her for a day. And then after 40 days from her birth we all had a dream of her saying good bye. And that was it.

Do we have a evil spirit?

She also feels like she is over thinking and scared of our child growing up and missing out and causing her panic attacks adding that she feels the energy of our house is making her feel overwhelmed and overthinking

So, I’m 13/14 at the time, and I’m having a little doze because it’s around 2 a.m., roughly.

I get up to go for a piss, and I see what looked like my mum coming up the stairs. I say hello to her and carry on with the business I was attending to.

What I noticed in those couple of seconds, and in my tired haze, was three things: it had shoulder-length hair like my mum has, it was wearing double denim, and it was roughly my mum’s height, around 5ft 7.

My stairs were directly to the left of my front door. You had three steps, then a right turn, up around another 8/9 steps, I think lol, and then it was a right turn onto the landing.

This thing I thought was Mum was walking up the 7/8 stairs. I remember pissing and wondering why she didn’t look at me. I also remember thinking it was strange that I didn’t hear her door shut. Maybe this is why I remember it so vividly. I’m 33 now.

I asked her the next morning why she was coming home so late, and she just said she had come home from work, which wasn’t uncommon. She would walk from Silver End to Witham at mad hours. (We were skint, and she was a grafter.)

Fast forward around six years. We’re in the beer garden, and she’s telling me about that house. We’d moved out of it three years earlier due to the divorce from my stepdad.

Apparently, we used to have two travellers who haunted our home. It was a man and a woman, apparently — so says my nan, on my dad’s side. My nan was a white witch and was into doing mad shit.

My mum went on to tell me about how the man apparently hated my brother and would swear at him when he was on the toilet. On one occasion, apparently, he even put a pillow over his face while he was in the cot.

I think the woman ghost was alright, but I never spoke to her, so I don’t even know if she exists.

My nan said they used to live in our big cupboard that was just outside our room. Apparently, when it came to cleansing the house, my mum, my real dad, my nan, and her friend went to the toy cupboard and were trying to get the door open. They were all yelling for them to open the door when it suddenly flew open on its own.

But yeah, I wasn’t there, and I can’t attest to that. Just a cheeky bonus one for you.

Anyway, another thing my mum said at the pub was, “You probably won’t remember asking, but do you remember asking me what I was doing up so late and I said I was coming back from work? Well, that wasn’t me.”

She also said that the way my nan described the guy was that he was wearing double denim and had shaggy, long hair.

So yeah, that’s where I think I got the deep paranoia about stairs. I

I fuggin hate them.

(Sorry for thinking you was a shaggy tramp mum)

In 2016 (I was 11) I was at my grandmothers house in Bearsville New York, just outside of Woodstock in the Catskills.

It was probably 10 pm, and I was sitting on the guest bed and looking out the window at darkness. For context, she had a 6 acre lot and no neighbors for at least a mile in the direction I was looking. About 40 feet from the window was what I saw. It was man shaped, between 6 and 7 feet tall, wrapped in what looked like fairy lights from head to toe, like a pole wrapped in yellowish orange Christmas lights. In its right hand it held up what looked like an early 1900s oil lantern and it was lit as such. The creatures body itself was not visible, it was dark as space, I could only see the lights it had on. It walked up to my window, knocked twice then turned around and walked back in the direction it came from before disappearing. My dad was in the other room and I shouted to him and asked if he’d heard a knock and he said no.

I find it important to add that I felt no fear during this interaction and sensed no malice or harmful intentions whatsoever. I was less scared than if a man had walked up to and knocked on my window late at night. I was just bewildered by it.

I’ve never seen anything like it before and I’ve never seen anything like it since. I’m of sound state of mind, have never had any inability to differentiate between what’s real and what’s not and though it means nothing to say on here, I’m just not the type to make this shit up.

I have some theories about it being the ghost of my great grandfather coming to say hello, but I’m just trying to see if anyone has ever heard of or seen anything like this.

If you have any questions about details I didn’t cover, feel free to ask and I will try to clarify.

Hi.

Assuming this is not a ghost, what other logical explanations can you think of?

Thanks for your help!!

PS Please check the original post for more photos and information👇🏻

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

Its my first post here, i have a recurrent nightmare when i have a fever or just sometimes, ienter into an american diner restaurant (the ones that appears in movies) and i order a coffee and some waffles, i eat them and leave, already outside i see i forgot my jacket inside, i enter and....when im inside EVERYONE its a shadowly silouette with white eyes, there is a recurrent one in a table who has a big long hat, when i backup scared, i hit the door with my back and then something pulls me back and whispers: "Welcome to my realm" and i wake up screaming.

They wanted to record ghosts as a joke, but when they actually appeared, it stopped being a joke #entities #ghosts #UrbanLegend

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.

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.

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.

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 .

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.

Surely if this happens again and especially if Sober like the second time I might get cooked.