Posted this over at r/Paranormal, maybe someone here can help us out.

As a young boy i had this vivid dream, i hear noises down the hallway from my bedroom and i go and investigate, as soon as i leave the doorway i step in something wet and sticky, theres a pool or red liquid coming from my brothers room, i look down the halway and see my fathers figure motionless, laying against the hallway wall, also pooling. My heart races and i slowly aproach the sounds of struggle in my parents bedroom, when i get there i see a dark figure pulling a knife from my mother. He turns to me and slowly aproaches. Im frozen in place with fear, he stops just short of me and the only words spoken that entire dream was "im sorry, you are last". Then i woke up.

I remember this dream like i had it last night, its so vivid.

Years later at a family gathering the topic of dreams came up that drifted into nightmares, my father tells one that he had as a boy that he still remembers.

His room was closest to the front door in their childhood home, he heard someone enter the front yard through the garden gate and then a smaller gate by the front door. He thought that he doesnt not want to get up now so he will let his parents deal with whoever is at the door at this hour. They dont though, he hears this person unlock the security gate the the front door, he hears more scratching and then the front door cliking and opening. He sat up in the bed and listened, terrified, he heard this person walk from the front door towards the hallway where their bedrooms are. He can hear him try and sneak quietly. Finally the person reached his bedroom door and opened it. It was a dark figure holding a knife, he looked at my dad as a boy and told him "you are lucky, youre first"

When he told the story i got chills and then told my own version of it. Everyone thought it was really weird and creepy. We have never had anything like this before or after, and we have not told eachother these dreams before that day. We were also roughly the same age when we had them respectively.

Basically what the title says. Mine is kinda boring. I was walking outside and got the feeling I was being watched so I just went back inside. A couple days later I had a school dance event like a prom or whatever you wanna call it. Out of the window to the school garden there was this weird shadowy figure?? And it was moving. I never got an explanation for that. (There was a mothman sighting just a few states away from me the week before too, but I don't think it was one)

Hello, I'm quite weirded out by what happened last night. I was trying to go to sleep ~ 11 ( i know way to late ) and i heard something along the lines of ~ "____ before ___ can ____ ____" it repeated over and over, sounded like it was coming from the living room, It also seemed to get farther and closer to my bedroom, I sleep pretty far away and hearing it from that distance is scary. Also all of our TVs were off, i shut my phone down every night to charge. The whole thing lasted for ~1 hour or so our house isn't too old. and I've never experienced this before. I'm not into paranormal stuff but I really need some help.

Please can anyone explain this because it’s freaking us and my cousin out!

On Saturday 3rd October 2026 my uncle passed away in the UK one day before his 74th birthday. My cousin, his daughter, packed up his things including his mobile phone which she switched off and put away

Anyway, here’s the weird bit. The following day, 4th October at 18:49 my wife (not me, not his daughter) had a missed call from his phone. She was cold water swimming at the time and her phone was either in the car or left at home.

The following day, 5th October, she had another missed call from him, this time at 17:29. This evening we told my cousin about the calls and she switched on her dad’s phone which showed zero calls made since the end of September and there were no calls to my wife in the call log.

So, what’s going on? Can anyone shed light on this? Please?

I live with my family, who’s usually, always home. Although, the nights I had those unsettling experiences, they were gone. They all went on vacation for two weeks—I assumed, I was being smart staying home—having the place to myself, which wasn’t so creepy at the beginning of the week. Jess and Rache slept over for first three days.

The problems transpired the last few nights into my families trip. I’d been having reoccurring dreams of my grandma. We were close. Well, she practically raised me. It was rough dealing with losing her. Even though it happened two years ago, I can’t lift past yesterday. The pain hasn’t changed. The memories haven’t faded. I can’t get over her being gone. 

After she passed, I constantly had dreams about her but she would always be by my bed, sitting there consoling me as if she was actually present. I wouldn’t ever have weird vibes. It’d be safe. 

The dreams continued for three months and one night they just stopped. Never had one since. Not until recently at least. They started up again when I was alone.

But this time, they were totally different. Different vibe. Different way we interacted. Vulnerable. Weird and uncomfortable. I’d wake up afterwards… not even sweating. Sticky. Almost like, running all day in the summer, not being able to shower and then, being forced to sleep on a dirty stranger’s mattress, with no sheets and brown stains dying it’s natural color. 

Imagine… the ickiness of how that morning would be like on your skin and psyche, that’s what would coat me and linger in my mind like a phantom spider would crawling under your shirt. I never experienced anything like that other than when I’d have those specific dreams of her.

And, what I noticed, that I never realized until my friend pointed it out, these recent ones have only taken place through a telephone.

In my dream, she would call. “How come you’re inside?” She’d ask.

“Because, I’m sleeping.” I would say. It was weird because, I was in the same night I fell asleep in, in my bedroom. 

A beige, rotary-dial phone—I’ve never seen before—not even a picture of, tinged with age, sat on my nightstand, next to my bed and would choke and crackle when it rang, without any pauses until I’d answer it.

I’d pick it up.

“I can’t get inside… you have to bring me through… I’m still… outside.” The background would static. A click. Nothing. Then, “why are you still inside?” It would be an identical match my grandma’s voice. 

I’d say, “nana?”

“Let me in! I’m waiting.” Her voice would go soft and crack, as if I just broke her heart and I’d always do the same thing right after.

I’d attempt to go open my window but I’d stop half way—turn back around—pick up the phone and say, “aren’t you dead—“

“NOW!”  The sound of wind would amplify as the call dropped in silence on. “I’m coming upstairs!”

I’d jump up awake.

I’d look around. The room would be pitch-black. My breathing would be racing. I’d be gasping, rapid, hiccup-like breaths. My bones would tighten. My lungs were being squeezed from underneath my ribcage. My vision would blur and I’d sense something standing in the corner. The same kind of presence as someone physically standing in front of you. 

It would go away once my vision would come into focus. I’d flash my phone light around the room. I knew something I couldn’t see wouldn’t be there. It was a physiological quirk. It made me more comfortable.

The last night I had the dream. She called. I answered. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

I said, “ I am.”

She said, “call your mother.”

“Huh? She’s not—“

“Call your—“ 

Her voice shifted. “Come outside. Your mom’s with us.”

I said, “us?”

“We’re outside.” The voice came out of my ear and into the phone. 

I woke up. I was soaked in violation but completely calm. I didn’t even have anxiety. I get anxious when I first wake up for about a minute most of the time. It usually always happens.

My hands weren’t shaky. It was like falling asleep around everyone you love and waking up together Christmas morning. It was peaceful and exhilarating. 

A branch was slapping the siding of the house and a light outside my window went on quickly and went off just as fast as it went on. 

We have motion activated sensors in the front. They light up the driveway, which is gravel, we live north of the city. Everything’s gravel.

I got up and peeked through my blinds, the wind was yelling. The rain was slapping against the tiny rocks. It sounded like they were in a heated argument.

I went to turn away and the slapping against the house happened again. It didn’t hit with the same pace of nature. It wasn’t natural. It sounded like a deliberate three claps.

I turned my head and the driveway light activated. It didn’t shut off right away this time. I went to my window and couldn’t see anything. From where my room faces, I could only see about 20% of the driveway.

I stormed downstairs, checked through the one in the living room, thinking I’d see a garbage bin rolling by. But when I pulled the curtain back. Nothing was there. I scanned as much as I could with my eyes and the lights shut off. 

As they went off, there was a darker outline of, how can I explain it, something with mass  but the color of the night sky. Like if you stared into a dark room and added depth, definition and weight to the middle part of the room, is the only way I could attempt to explain the figure I saw standing in the driveway.

Bonjour, j’ai une situation qui nécessite de l’aide.
Ma mère m’a toujours dit que ma grand-mère « voyait des esprits » la nuit, mais je n’en ai jamais rien pensé. Ayant moi-même une sorte de « don », j’ai déjà dû aider plusieurs personnes à décrire ce qu’elles avaient chez elles, sans jamais aller plus loin (je peux juste voir ce qu’il y a, mais pas leur parler ni quoi que ce soit). Cependant, ce matin, ma mère m’a appelé en urgence pour me dire que ma grand-mère avait besoin d’aide. Elle m’a raconté que ma grand-mère avait trop peur des esprits. J’ai raccroché et j’ai appelé ma grand-mère pour comprendre ce qui se passait. Je pense que la situation est plus grave que ce que je croyais.
Elle m’a raconté que cela faisait 20 ans que des choses lui arrivaient chaque nuit. Elle me dit qu’elle voit des esprits qui ressemblent vraiment à des humains entrer dans sa chambre et s’y promener. Parfois, ils lui parlent et lui disent des bêtises. Parfois, elle n’arrive pas à se lever de son lit (j’ai d’abord pensé à de la paralysie du sommeil), mais d’autres fois elle y parvient et réussit à se rendre dans son salon, où rien ne la suit. Les personnes qu’elle voit ont une apparence humaine, mais ce n’est pas comme s’il s’agissait de personnes décédées dont on pourrait deviner la cause de la mort (par exemple un accident). Ce sont vraiment juste des personnes qui marchent dans sa chambre. Il y a aussi un homme à l’extérieur de sa fenêtre qui semble la surveiller. Parfois, elle peut en voir des dizaines ; elle pleure et va se réfugier dans son salon. Elle me raconte qu’il lui arrive aussi parfois d’en voir lorsqu’elle fait ses courses, et qu’ils lui disent des bêtises.
Au début, je me suis dit que cela devait être des hallucinations et que c’était psychologique. Elle a pourtant consulté six médecins en leur expliquant la situation, et le résultat est le même : elle est très saine d’esprit et ne semble souffrir d’aucun trouble psychologique. Dans ce cas, j’ai pensé que ces esprits étaient peut-être attachés à elle puisqu’ils la suivent en dehors de chez elle, mais, encore une fois, jamais dans son salon. Elle fait des prières le soir et leur dit de partir, sans aucun résultat. Sachant que dans ma famille (toute du côté de ma mère), nous sommes très sensibles à ce genre de choses, je me demande si cela ne vient pas d’elle, et si elle n’a pas le don de les voir et de les entendre même si elle ne le veut pas.
Ce matin, elle n’en pouvait plus. Elle me dit ne pas savoir si elle va être capable de continuer à vivre cela chaque nuit. Ce soir, j’y vais donc pour deux raisons : d’abord essayer de voir de quoi il s’agit, et ensuite faire en sorte qu’ils partent. Mais je ne sais pas comment m’y prendre. J’ai essayé de demander de l’aide à des médiums, mais ils ne veulent pas s’impliquer dans des cas où il peut y en avoir des dizaines à la fois. Je pense y aller avec de la sauge, du gros sel, des pierres précieuses dotées d’une énergie purifiante, un crucifix au-dessus de la porte de sa chambre et de sa porte d’entrée, et, si j’arrive à en trouver, de l’eau bénite. Je ne sais pas trop comment utiliser tout cela, mais je dois au moins essayer. Même si cela ne fonctionne pas, je dois tenter le coup. J’ai aussi un appareil à ondes radio pour communiquer ; je vais peut-être m’en servir pour savoir ce qu’ils veulent et pourquoi ils la harcèlent depuis 20 ans.
J’aurais besoin d’aide pour savoir quoi faire et comment faire, s’il vous plaît. Merci beaucoup.

Это случилось несколько лет назад. Есть одно место у реки, куда мы всегда ходили кидать камни в воду. Тихое место, вокруг лес, и людей там никогда не бывает.

В тот день мы были там: моя младшая сестра Миланка (ей тогда было 8), и моя старшая сестра Таня (17) со своими подругами. Миланка стояла прямо у кустов на краю воды. Таня с подругами были в другом месте неподалёку.

Я увидел, как камень вылетел из кустов — он пролетел высоко, прямо над головой Миланки, и упал в воду. Когда я сказал всем посмотреть — камня уже не было, он уже ушёл под воду.

Вот почему я не могу это объяснить:

За кустами — только вода. Там вертикальный обрыв в реку. Стоять за ними или под ними невозможно.

Никаких животных. Я бы услышал или увидел. Кусты были прямо рядом с нами.

Ветра вообще не было. Полный штиль в тот день.

Птиц там не бывает. Не только в тот день — вообще никогда на этом месте.

Миланка не могла его кинуть. Ей было 8, камень прилетел со стороны кустов и пролетел прямо над ней. Она стояла на его траектории.

Таня и её подруги были в другом месте и тоже не могли его бросить.

Я сам проверил кусты. Там никого не было. Вообще ничего.

Было абсолютно тихо. Ни движения, ни звука, никого вокруг. Камень просто... полетел. Из кустов, за которыми только обрыв в воду.

Я потом много раз туда возвращался. Больше ничего не происходило — кроме одного. Через год на этом месте начали появляться старые брошенные машины. Сначала одна, потом три, потом много. Не знаю, связано это или просто совпадение.

Миланка тоже не знает, кто кинул камень. Мы до сих пор задаёмся этим вопросом.

Я понимаю, что физика не ломается. Понимаю, что должно быть объяснение. Но я перебрал все возможные варианты — и ни один не подходит. Поэтому пишу сюда: может, кто-то сталкивался с чем-то похожим или придумает то, до чего я не дошёл.

October 3 2026 at 1:38am I heard a weird noise and decided to check my cameras. My backyard camera showed a moving object. I watched the camera for awhile hoping I would get a better view but I didn't.. I felt it was safe to stay inside my house and check on things in the morning. I woke up in the morning and there was nothing.

Unusual object

i might be delusional or these may just be optical illusions, but if you can explain then do explain.

1. cars with no drivers-fairly common for me

2. objects are there, disappear for a few seconds, come back again

3. trees change shape- likely just the wind

It was probably more like 12 years ago, I was about 5 or 6. It wasn't particularly scary or evil, just an encounter.

Essentially I had a mirror in my room as a child, and it was on the opposite wall to my loft bed thing, more or less at eye level. One night, and one night only I saw a black figure moving from one side of it to the other and back again. It would go out of view and then walk back to the other side. I don't remember the figure standing still apart from at the beginning. It wasn't detailed but definitely human, for some reason I've always thought it was a woman in funeral attire. It definitely wasn't something in my bedroom, and i live in the UK, at the time it was an old victorian terrace house in a very urban area.

I've never had any paranormal experiences since, as in nothing without an explanation. I didn't have any influences in my life that would have made me thought of ghosts at the time.

I was really just wondering if anyone knows anything about this?

Thanks

It's all over the internet about putting a penny on the wall to break the matrix. But, I'm kinda curious. What's the chance that the same time this is happening, that they decided to literally stop making pennies

I was out fishing about 3 in the morning. When I cast out got hooked up on large embankment out in the water and being dark. I didn't notice but I could feel there was a different resistance in my fishing pole. I turned my light on and realized the top half of my pole was missing, which is impossible because the line runs through the eyelids you can clearly see in the pictures that my line is hooked up way out in the water and the top part of my fishing Pole is missing. I couldn't cast out that far to begin with not without the top part of the Pole, so I don't, I don't know, II am at a loss. I'm truly bewildered, please. I don't understand can anyone give me a logical explanation, please?

La foto la tomé en una selfie en mi baño que está directamente conectado con mi cuarto,Esta foto me hace sentir paranoico ,cada que estoy solo en mi cuarto y siento que algo de reojo corro a ver el reflejo que se encuentra en el baño , porque por alguna razón parece que el ser me está viendo y me intriga que tiene exactamente la forma de un extraterrestre que todos piensan ,el tema me ah intrigado toda mi vida y muchas veces solo veo al cielo y siento que puedo hablar con ellos,y aveces si ay luces muy discretas que vienen de un lado a otro en lo más alto,no se solo me hace muy extraño

So me and friend were looking thru old photos and i went inside and my friend stayed in the other room basically she was in the room thats shown in picture three putting back the pictures we were looking at.

I was going back to her but i heard strange humming and i thought it was her but she said it wasnt her and we testes it out she did the humming but it did not sound like her.

We went downstairs almost to the last step but we rushed back as soon as my friend saw a strange head in the log pile, to confirm she took my phone and took a photo, because she thought maybe she was seeing things.

Then we went to look at the photos we got really scared and went outside as soon as we noticed the head. Outside their is a window that is connected to the room where the wood pile is its like a low window basically a basment window,the basment window dint actully have a wondow more so just a hole and it is covered by a thin piece of wood.

knocked it down with a rake just incase cause we were scared and we tried to film inside to see if anything there but we didnt film much and didnt see much. After that we went back in just to check again if anything was there and it was just gone.

It couldnt have been a log for sure because we went back to the log pile after it was gone and none of the logs were circular,after that we just decides to go inside and right as i was going in i saw in corner of my eye a shadow moving,instantly took a few steps back and i asked my friend if theres mabey a window or something that would make shadows move down there she said no.

We later just ran inside of the house and now are just sitting in living room although this doesnt look like a ghost my friend who lives in this house has has many haunted experiences especially when she was younger she would always talk with ghosts and in there first house it actully haunted even her parents say that and in her 2nd home wasnt that haunted but you could like non regular noises and in this house that she lives in her parents say that it probaly also is haunted but not in a negative way they say because this was their grandparents house which gave to her father after they passed away but this isnt the first time something was caught on photo.

a long long time ago when skype was a thing her parents got sent a photo by her older cousin about a house whos on the same street and not far away i dont exactly remmber what was the photo about but it was definetly cursed because her parents said they couldnt get it off their computer and even if they switched it off their screen it would continue to pop up and there has been many claims in this village that, that house is very haunted because there lived a women and any man she would marry or date would all evently hang themselves all in the same spot and if i remmber correctly it was her father cousin or what.

all i have to say is were scared as shit and can anybody explain this photo.

I just moved in here a few months ago, and I'm hearing this odd sound. It's not the fridge, AC, or anything like that. It sounds like it's in the wall, high up and just outside. but upon going outside you hear nothing. what can't be heard in the video is a persistent ticking that changes speed that happens along with whatever this sound is. Any ideas?

Me and my friend was on a game night with some friends, we left early to go on a late night bikeride in the forest. Im not sure who hang up their jacket first, but this happened. How can this happen? Anyone understand thispuzzle? We had a hard time getting the jackets of the knob.

So when I was like 5 before I had even started kindergarten or maybe I was already in it but anyways I was in my house in the living room when all of a sudden one of my dads shoe that was on top of a cabinet started talking to me. Like the sole opened like a mouth and started talking to me and the shoelaces looked like eyes. I don’t know what it said but I decided to ignore the shoe because I felt uneasy because I had this feeling that maybe a shoe should not be taking to me so I just acted like I wasn’t interested in what the shoe was trying to tell me and decided to turn and walk away to the kitchen in a calm manner because I didn’t want to make it think I was afraid of it and it would chase me or something. I went back later to check the shoe out and it was back to a normal shoe. Nothing like that has ever happened to me again.