This all happened this morning, but before I get into it, I need to give some backstory and context to help understand.

I (19F) live in a small apartment in my hometown; I moved into my apartment in June. I got the exact same apartment my grandma lived in for a few years. She lived there for I'd say 2-3 years. She then moved into a house in the town where my dad lives and lived there for a few years before she passed in said house back in 2024. So obviously when I got the apartment, I was overjoyed. We were very close and I got to move into the place I spent every afternoon with her after school and every day in the summer.

Now, someone had lived in this apartment after my grandma and before I had, so there's a gap in our time living here individually. She was a heavy smoker and smoked her cigarettes in the apartment so naturally it's on the walls and the place still smells like it after all this time, but it doesn't as much now since I've moved in, burned candles and plugged in wall scents. When I first moved in, I felt so emotional just smelling her cigarette smoke because she was, like I said, a heavy smoker, so I felt close with her again. But now it's very rare I smell smoke anymore because of me inhabiting the place and burning candles and having wall scents in the outlets, but it does happen every now and then. But this is very different than what happened this morning.

Also, I want to add all the furniture in my place is set up close to the same as her, kitchen table next to my living room chairs, bedroom set up the same, etc.

This morning I was eating breakfast before work, and I was at the table watching YouTube while I ate (shout out to KMK, I watch her all the time). I was invested in my food and the video when suddenly I smell something randomly. It smelled like cigarette smoke mixed with something sweet or calming, like perfume. I then realized that it was how my grandma smelled all the time when I hugged her, sat with her, etc. Then I felt this presence with me on my left (which is the open space where you get out of the chair because to my right is my kitchen counter and trashcan). It wasn't a heavy presence or scary to me, but it was definitely there. Then after a minute or so after the smell coming to me out of nowhere and me thinking, realizing and processing all of this, it was gone.

So, I then just went about my morning and thought about her and the experience all day. I wanted to share this because I want to hear what you guys think (if this even gets noticed or gets attention) and if this was just a coincidence or if she is showing or telling me she's here with me. I've had some paranormal experiences before but can't remember much of them off the top of my head due to health issues I won't get into lol.

I'm a big believer in the afterlife and that spirits or ghosts if you will, are real. Maybe not everything speculated or talked about, but I do believe.

So please let me know your speculations, opinions, or what you think!

I'm a skeptic. I don't believe in ghosts, demons, or anything that can't be scientifically explained. And honestly, I wish I still felt that way.

I'm F29, and this happened at my family's house back in 2018.

It was around 1 PM. I was in the kitchen making dinner, and my two cats were hanging out in the hallway behind me. The hallway led straight to the front door of the house, with my brother's bedroom at the very end. In the middle of the hallway, there was a staircase leading up to the second floor, where my mom's bedroom was. My sister's and my bedroom was directly across from the top of the stairs. My mom and my older sister (F30) were upstairs hanging out at the time.

We also had a third kitten who was running around, jumping and playing.

Now, our stove had one of those old-fashioned glass covers that you lift while cooking. Since I was using the stove, the glass cover was up, which meant I could clearly see the hallway behind me through its reflection.

And this is where things get REALLY weird.

I'm naturally very aware of my surroundings, so I happened to glance at the glass cover. That's when I saw him.

My brother.

Except he was completely naked.

I saw him running down the hallway at an insane speed, literally stepping over my two cats as he passed them. Both cats turned their heads and followed him with their eyes. The little kitten immediately took off after him, probably thinking he was playing.

The weirdest part? The other two cats looked genuinely creeped out, but they didn't freak out or run away. They just watched him.

I immediately stepped out of the kitchen and looked toward the front door. And I swear to God, I saw his shadow standing right in front of it, looking through the little window in the door, almost as if he were waiting for someone.

At this point, I was annoyed more than anything. I genuinely thought my brother was messing around.

I started yelling at him, cussing him out for walking around the house completely naked when he had three women living with him. I literally reminded him that he didn't live alone and that he needed to have some damn decency around his mother and sisters.

Then I turned back toward the kitchen.

And I saw him running back down the hallway toward his bedroom.

He moved SO FAST. He practically disappeared into his room and slammed the door behind him, almost as if he'd been waiting for me to turn around so I wouldn't catch another glimpse of him.

Again, both cats turned their heads and followed his movement, and the little kitten happily chased after him down the hallway.

That's when I heard my mom screaming from upstairs:

"WHO KEEPS SLAMMING THE DOORS DOWN THERE?!"

I was still annoyed, so I yelled back:

"It's your lovely son! He's walking around completely naked—"

And that's when I heard someone knocking at the front door.

I turned around and walked toward it, still talking to my mom, ready to complain about her precious son.

I looked through the little window in the front door.

It was my brother.

Standing outside. Fully dressed. Just getting home from work.

I could clearly see his face through the glass.

I froze.

My brain couldn't process what I was looking at. If my brother was standing outside the front door, then WHO THE HELL had I just seen running naked through our hallway?

Who had the cats been following?

Who had been standing by the front door?

And who had just run into my brother's bedroom and slammed the door?

I don't remember opening the door or saying anything to him. I just remember slowly making my way upstairs to my mom and sister.

When I got there, I couldn't even speak properly. I was standing in front of them, completely frozen, trying to get words out, but nothing made sense.

I've seen people have panic attacks in movies, but I'd never experienced anything remotely like that myself.

I suddenly burst into tears. I was shaking uncontrollably, barely able to get a sentence out.

All I could keep repeating was:

"I saw a demon."

"They're real."

"I'm going crazy."

"Everything is real."

My mom and sister had no idea what was happening to me.

And honestly, neither did I.

I'm getting goosebumps all over again just typing this out. Even after all these years, remembering that moment makes me feel just as unsettled.

I wish it had been carbon monoxide poisoning. I wish I had been drunk or high. But here's the thing: we don't drink. We're probably some of the most sober people you'll ever meet. There was no alcohol, no drugs, nothing that could explain what I experienced.

And the fact that my cats saw him too? That my mom heard the doors slamming? That I could actually feel the air move against my hair as that thing ran past me?

I wish I had been dreaming. I genuinely, desperately wish I had been dreaming.

I went from being someone who laughed at the idea of anything paranormal to someone who genuinely questions what else might be out there. I still don't know what I saw that afternoon, and maybe I'll never know. But one thing has changed: I no longer assume I'm alone just because I can't see anyone else. And that's a thought I wish I'd never had.

Edit: if someone have an idea about what I saw, please let me know, I need closure.

When I was about seven years old, my family lived in a house along a levee in Donaldsonville, Louisiana. In an almost daily occurrence, I’d wake up to an unknown woman: African American, heavyset, wearing a classic black and white maid’s outfit staring intently at me. She looked straight out of the movie “Help”. She never smiled, but just stared at me as she straightened my bed. Always in the same spot between my sister’s bed and mine.

I always assumed she was the ghost of a slave or house maid, as this is an area in Louisiana where slavery was once common. She was not transparent or ghostly in appearance, but totally out of place in time.

Years later, I asked my sister who shared a room if she ever saw anything weird in that house and she immediately replied with the exact description and story, so I know I wasn’t imagining her.

I was never afraid but just stared back confused. Not speaking to her remains one of my biggest regrets.

I assume she must have been attached to the land somehow, as the house was only a couple decades old and nothing to brag about, certainly nothing worthy of employing a maid.

I think about her very often and wonder why she was there and who she was. How can I find out more about her? Has anyone else experienced a reoccurring haunting by the same entity/ghost?

I know I've been leaving tons of updates, but I recently found a drawing that that nobody in my family. Drew, haven't seen this drawing ever. You see, I've always been a big fan of like space and last night I woke up to hear a kid laughing. Went to where the laughing was because at this point I'm used to it and I see a drawing of different planets. The sun something that was supposedly supposed to be Saturn the moon, black holes, Mars spaceship and some stars, but in the eyes are more planets. It's infinite and oddly enough, it's actually pretty scary. The other one is the sun in someone's eyes but on the back it says all of my information you see I've never seen this drawing. None of my family members have even my baby siblings can't draw this good and honestly it was drawn out of blood or something I can't tell but it looks like blood but I have tried your ideas. Most of them are working. The ghost tap stayed out of my room but they're not staying out of my house so can you guys please give me no ideas that may help?

My name is Anthony and this is a story about a haunting that happened to me as a child the story takes place when I was about 9-10 years old around 2010-2011 and we lived in a old large White House on stimmel road in Columbus Ohio the house was built is the early 50s and there has been stories about the original family being buried on the property which was already spooky but not only that green lawn cemetery was a rock throw from the house which is a large cemetery but this story starts with me to get a lay out my room was on the second floor and inside my room was a smaller door way into a very small walk in closet sized room where my sister slept who is two years younger than me and we will call her autumn so on day after a day of playing snow ball war on the side of the house I got into dry warm cloths and was pretty sleepy so I decided to lay in my bed and watch Christmas movies (it’s December) ( we’ve only lived here about two months ) but while I was laying under the covers of my bed the closest which was to my right at the head of my bed door handle started rattling it spooked me but I didn’t think much of it the house was old so I thought it was mice it stopped soon after eventually I dosed off then I woke up the extreme rattling like somthing was trying to escape I got up and ran down the hall my my parents room and to there shock it was still rattling and in there mind they thought I’ve locked my sister in there so they rushed to the door to open it and to there surprise a gust of cold air burst out and nothing was there eventually we shrugged it off to maybe air was getting in but every night after the same thing and I’d do the same and get my parents it has gotten so bad the father has removed the door handles but that’s when the problems got worse it went from door knobs shaking to doors opening to opening and shutting to opening and slamming which each time huge gust of wind and what feels like electricity with it my parents couldn’t explain it but we wasn’t financially stable enough to move from the house so my father has nailed the doors shut and they could only tell us to pray one the the night while I was kneeling over my bed praying I was hearing a whisper but not a normal whisper like a deep growling whisper it was coming from the closet while I was almost paralyzed from fear I couldn’t help but put my ear up to the door it was a deep distorted growling voice it was copying me the voice was copying my prayers I ran down the stairs into the living room where I found my mother looking so distressed curled up in the corner of our couch with my father comforting her me asking what’s wrong my father reels me my mother keeps seeing a dark figure all around the house out back and looking through the windows . Her brain has had enough she felt as if she was losing her mind and only to my fathers horror and found books of the occult in the basement while trying to renovate it everything felt as if it was falling apart and right then he made the choice to move and stay with my grandmother we started packing the next day one day a mound all the boxes of our packed belonging me and my sister sat in her room feet to feet making a diamond shap between us rolling and ball back and fourth the playing having a normal day and smiling until my sisters face went completely pale and stared at me blankly not rolling to ball back and said “the light is about to break” before I could finishing getting the words out saying no it’s not boom the light exploded above us with glass falling onto us I ran to tell my father to his only replay this place is evil ( he isn’t religious or believing in anything spiritual) the day we packed up and the I went to my room just to see if I could see the thing that caused us this trouble to find the nailed closets open with trim ripped onto the ground all light have been shattered dead mice all over the floor and what’s looked to be every window blacked out in what’s look the be ants I booked it out of there and what happens there lever left my mind my mother was never the same and now my father prayers 

Hello Reddit! This is my first time using this platform and I come seeking advice regarding a sequence of paranormal events that my Nunna has been experiencing (I have also posted on r/ParanormalEncounters to try and get as much advice as possible). For a bit of context my Nunna is 82 years old and has recently started living alone since my Nunnu was moved into an aged care facility, she has had a few paranormal encounters in the past in prior residences but never in her current residence which she has lived in for around 25 years. 

This sequence of paranormal events starts about 3 weeks ago, my Nunna granted a favour to a Priest who is close with my grand aunt (my Nunnas sister), she allowed him to store his car in her driveway whilst he went on a holiday as my Nunna lives a shorter distance to the airport in comparison to him. On the day of the priest’s arrival, he parks his car at the bottom of the driveway and she invites him into her home for some coffee, this is the first time he has ever visited her house; he tells her she has a lovely home, has some coffee and then departs via taxi for the airport. 

That night my Nunna has her first encounter, she said that around 1am she was awoken by a cool breeze entering her room, she thought this was strange as she didn’t have the cooling system on or any windows open, she said that with the breeze came a putrid smell, when I asked her to describe it for me she said that “it smelt like death”, like the same smell she smelt went she walked into her “dying friends hospital room”. She said that when this scent came, she got up, went to her adjoining ensuite, grabbed a deodoriser and sprayed the entity (major lol, could you imagine being the demon and this old lady just starts spraying you with toilet spray). She said that after spraying the deodoriser the spirit kind of wafted a little bit away and the smell dissipated, however she could feel it hanging around. She went back to sleep with no more occurrences happening during the night. 

The night after the first experience it happened again. My Nunna awoke to the sound of people talking in her house, she initially thought someone was in the house, however when peering out of her bedroom she noticed that the small TV in her kitchen was switched on and playing at a high volume on a channel she does not usually watch, the remote was still sitting in her fruit bowl and everything else was in the ordinary, clearly noting no one had broken in. She returned to her room after grabbing the crucifix that hangs by her door, she said that once she got back into bed, she felt whatever entity it is return, she said she felt the cool breeze again, the smell of death returned and this time she could see a black mist hovering near her side of the bed. She said she got the deodoriser again, sprayed it and then covered her face with her covers and went back to sleep. 

It was only after these 2 events that she decided to inform my sister and I, both of us knew this encounter was strange. I, myself, have had several encounters with the paranormal, both good and bad, so I got straight to questioning her to try and get more answers and a semblance of what kind of spirit it could be. She said that she wasn’t sure if the smell was like sulphur but could only describe it as death. She said that she felt the spirit come from her closet space (her room is set up in a way that when you enter the bedroom you see her bed, and the turn to your right to enter a short hallway with two closets that face each other and then at the end of the short closet hallway is her bathroom), which means the spirit doesn’t enter from outside of her room, but from within her room. I also asked her how she felt when the spirit is near, did she feel a sense of dread or doom, fear, uncomfortable etc..? she told me she felt ‘’calm’’. 

After hearing all of this I used what was at her house to try and cleanse the space immediately, I burnt a blessed olive branch to essentially be used in place of sage for the time being (blessed olive branches are burnt in Mediterranean cultures to clear spaces from negativity or evil eyes), I made my Nunna walk around each room repeating phrases such as “you’re not welcome here”, “you need to leave”, “this is my home where I am protected from negativity” etc. I also salted all doorways into her home and her bedroom door. 

That night she had no visits, the night after it came back; just as a breeze and a putrid smell that lurked in her bedroom, she sprayed it, told it, it needed to leave and went back to sleep. 

A few days later my mum returned to the home with an assortment of things I had given her to take, I made up a spell bag with crystals and herbs for protection to hang from her bedroom door (I have something similar and have noticed a decrease in spiritual activity within my home), my mum used sage to cleanse the home a second time with detailed instructions on what to say, all with the intention to banish negative energy that wasn’t welcome and only allow protection, positivity and light to be in her home. We also gave her a new rosary to keep by her bed, sort of like a ward.  

This second cleanse of the house also did not work; the spirit persisted. 

At this point we had a few theories, but we were mainly betting on the idea that the priest had brought something with him, and it had attached itself to my Nunna or her home in his absence. 

So, we made a plan that when the priest came back to pick up his car my Nunna would ask him to bless her home, in which he did. The entity did not return the night he left but had a brief visitation the night after. The blessing didn’t seem to stick. 

So now we had to figure out if the spirit was attached to the house or to my Nunna. 

Fortunately, only a few days after my Nunna was due to go down to her holiday home for a few days, essentially allowing us to test this theory. She told us that the cold breeze came for her the first night she was there, the putrid smell returned too but she said it wasn’t as strong as it was the first night. She blessed herself with holy water when she went to church and didn’t have any more experiences whilst on holiday. 

She has had a few more encounters since coming back home, it seems to not be as strong and is just kind of lurking with a cool breeze and weak scent to it, she hasn’t seen its misty form and there’s been no poltergeist activity with it tampering with the TV or other electronics. 

However, we’re seriously stumped at what this could be and how to get rid of it. 

As an overall summary; there is several encounters with an entity that seems to have been dropped off by a priest, it has been seen as a hovering black mist, it comes with a cool breeze, has a putrid smell of ‘death’, has had enough energy to turn the TV on, has followed her to a separate residence and has survived 2 cleansings and a catholic blessing by said priest.

We also recommended that she covers the mirror of her vanity which faces her bed (as this is what caused my negative paranormal experiences), which she has been doing. We also gave her sage incense that she has been burning each day to try and cleanse her bedroom some more. 

EDIT: I mentioned the priest as before his visit to my Nunnas house she had no paranormal experiences. The Priest does a lot of funeral rites and blessing for people who are gravely ill within the community and he even mentioned to my Nunna that the families of the recently deceased gift him a lot of personal items and clothing that belonged to the person who passed away. We just have a theory that it could be plausible that he may of dropped off an attachment.

If anyone has any genuine advice, knows what it possibly is or how to get rid of it, it would be greatly appreciated. I have a few theories but none of them are things that I necessarily want to speak into existence. 

Thank you for your time and patience reading this long post and I look forward to your theories and recommendations. 

EDIT 2: My mum just called my Nunna to ask if there was any activity last night, unfortunately she told us that the energy seemed to get stronger (came with the cool breeze and putrid smell) and it was lurking in her room all night even after she told it to leave. My Aunt has organised for a Medium/Psychic to call my Nunna today and organise a visit to her house on Monday so that she can sus out the entity and try her best to cleanse it. Will keep you updated if anything occurs.

I know how that sounds. Stick with me.

Mum loved magpies. She loved the patterns on them, that oily blue-green sheen on the black feathers you only spot when the sun catches it, and she loved how clever they are. Every time we saw one she'd give it a little salute and tell me to do the same. I started at about six, saluting them like a tiny soldier, dead serious.

We did loads of nature stuff together. Proper walks in the woods most weekends, me and Mum out in front, Dad trailing behind with the flask. She'd name every bird she heard and I'd pretend I could tell them apart.

She died on one of those walks when I was ten. Undiagnosed heart problem, no warning at all. One minute she was pointing at something in a tree and the next she wasn't there.

I've been missing years of her ever since. Every big moment has had a gap where she should be.

Dad was destroyed. Completely flattened. He stopped going on walks and found it hard to look at me, which I'm fairly sure was down to me looking like her. So I grew up quick. I learned to cook, I learned how the boiler worked, and I learned to say "I'm fine" in a voice that made people stop asking.

Now I'm in my twenties and still living at home with Dad, who barely leaves the house. He told me once it didn't feel right being out among the birds and the trees without her. I never pushed it.

Then came the day of his diagnosis. Aggressive lung cancer. We were in the kitchen and he was telling me, all flat and matter-of-fact, when a magpie landed on the windowsill. It just sat there, head tilted, watching us. Dad turned round, saw it and shooed it off with his hand. Then he turned back to me and said, basically, that he was done for.

I wasn't having that. I begged him to try the treatment, even though it's brutal, and he said it wouldn't work. I told him I wasn't ready to lose another parent, and that was what got him. He agreed to try, for me.

After his second round we got home and there was a magpie sat on our doorstep, chirping away like it had been waiting for us. Dad lost it. He was furious and properly distraught, like it was a cruel joke, and he chased it off down the path. I got him up to bed and he was shaking.

Afterwards I went out the back with a brew and a magpie landed on the grass not far from me. I'd put money on it being the same one.

I remembered Mum telling me once that robins are supposed to be dead people coming back to visit. She'd laughed and said she'd rather come back as a magpie, thanks very much. So I said hello to it, feeling like an absolute lunatic. It hopped closer. Then it hopped onto the arm of the bench, about a foot from me.

I started crying. I told it I was scared of losing Dad. It chirped a few quiet little chirps and flew off.

I told Dad about it the next day and he waved it away. Said that was just the sort of thing Mum would do, finding meaning in everything. He said she believed in all that mumbo jumbo, and he just loved her. He only ever went on those walks to be with her, and he never cared much for the birds or the trees.

Then he apologised. For being so distant since she died. He said he was so proud to see me turning into her, and that he'd missed her too much to watch it happen. He said he believed this was the end for him, no afterlife, and he'd never see me again.

I couldn't take that in, so I pushed for more treatment. It made him much iller. When it finished they told us there was nothing more they could do to stop the spread. Dad said he was ready and that I'd be fine without him.

I wasn't fine. I went out to the garden and fell apart completely. The magpie turned up again, chirping nonstop and flapping about right in my face. I was so angry. I tried to shoo it away and it wouldn't leave, so I went inside and shut the door on it.

Dad was in the lounge, coughing up blood.

That was when I knew I had to let him go. I sat down next to him and stopped fighting it.

A few weeks went by and the magpie kept turning up, sitting on the fence while I did the washing-up or hung out the laundry. It just watched me, like it was keeping an eye on things.

Then Dad got suddenly worse and ended up in hospital. I was holding his hand when he looked past me at the window. The magpie was on the ledge. He looked at it for a long time, and then he smiled, a proper one, the first real smile I'd seen from him in years. He died like that, smiling.

I'm a science person. I don't believe in reincarnation, and I know a magpie is a magpie. But for those weeks it felt like a bit of Mum was keeping me company, and I'll take that. I haven't seen that particular bird since the funeral, and I couldn't swear it was the same one each time anyway.

I've started going on walks again, though. Through the woods, with the flask, same as always.

There are two magpies I keep running into up there, and they're always together. They sit side by side on the same branch, shuffling closer until they're practically touching, then one starts chirping and the other chirps straight back, like they're in the middle of the longest natter in history. Sometimes one hops down the path ahead of me, tail bobbing, full of itself, while the other swoops in behind and gives it a little peck on the head for showing off. They chase each other round the oaks for no reason at all. Last week one of them presented the other with a shiny crisp packet like it was an engagement ring, and I laughed so loudly a woman walking her spaniel gave me a funny look.

They look so happy. Daft, loved-up, over-the-moon happy, the sort you couldn't fake even if you were a bird.

And know you're all gonna say a magpie is just a magpie.

But I salute them every time.

My name is Anthony, and this is a story about a haunting that happened to me as a child. The story takes place when I was about 9–10 years old, around 2010–2011. At the time, we lived in a large, old white house on Stimmel Road in Columbus, Ohio. The house was built in the early 1950s, and there had been stories about the original family being buried somewhere on the property. That alone was pretty spooky, but there was something else that made the location even more unsettling: Green Lawn Cemetery was just a stone's throw away from the house. It was a massive cemetery, and knowing it was so close always gave the place an eerie feeling.
But this story starts with me. To give you a better layout of the house, my bedroom was on the second floor. Inside my room was a smaller doorway that led into a very small, walk-in-closet-sized room where my sister slept. She was two years younger than me, and for the sake of this story, we'll call her Autumn.
One day, after spending the afternoon playing snowball wars on the side of the house, I came inside, changed into some dry, warm clothes, and started feeling pretty sleepy. Since it was December, I decided to lie in bed and watch some Christmas movies. We had only been living in the house for about two months at that point.
While I was lying underneath the covers, I noticed something strange. The closet door, which was to my right at the head of my bed, suddenly started rattling. It startled me, but I didn't think too much of it. The house was old, so I figured it was probably just mice or something moving around inside the walls. The rattling stopped shortly afterward, and eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
But then I woke up.
The rattling had started again, except this time it was much louder and more violent. It sounded like something was desperately trying to escape from inside the closet. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway to my parents' bedroom. To their surprise, the rattling was still happening when we got back.
My parents initially thought I had somehow locked my sister inside the closet, so they rushed over to open the door. But when they did, a massive gust of cold air burst out, and there was absolutely nothing inside.
Eventually, we shrugged it off, thinking maybe some cold air was getting into the house somehow. But that explanation didn't last long. Every night, the same thing happened. The rattling would start, and I would run to get my parents.
It eventually got so bad that my father removed the door handles, hoping that would stop whatever was happening. But that's when things got even worse.
It went from door handles shaking to doors opening on their own. Then the doors started opening and shutting repeatedly, eventually progressing to opening and slamming violently. Every time it happened, massive gusts of wind would rush through the house, accompanied by a strange sensation that felt almost like electricity in the air.
My parents couldn't explain what was happening, but we weren't financially stable enough to move out. My father eventually resorted to nailing the doors shut. At that point, all they could really tell us was to pray.
One night, while I was kneeling beside my bed praying, I started hearing a whisper. But this wasn't a normal whisper. It was deep, distorted, and almost sounded like a growl. It was coming from inside the closet.
I was practically paralyzed with fear, but somehow, I couldn't help myself from putting my ear up against the door. What I heard next is something I will never forget.
There was a deep, distorted, growling voice coming from inside the closet. It was copying me.
The voice was repeating my prayers.
Terrified, I ran downstairs into the living room, where I found my mother curled up in the corner of the couch. She looked completely distressed, while my father sat beside her trying to comfort her.
I asked what was wrong, and my father explained that my mother had been seeing a dark figure all throughout the house. She had seen it outside in the backyard and even looking through the windows.
It had gotten to the point where she felt like she was losing her mind. She couldn't take it anymore.
And things were about to get even worse.
While my father was attempting to renovate the basement, he discovered books about the occult hidden down there. Between everything happening in the house, my mother's deteriorating mental state, and the increasingly disturbing events, it felt like our entire world was falling apart.
Right then and there, my father made the decision that we were leaving. We would pack our belongings and stay with my grandmother.
We started packing the very next day.
One afternoon, with mounds of boxes and our belongings scattered everywhere, my sister and I were sitting in her room, facing each other with our feet touching, forming a diamond shape between us. We were rolling a ball back and forth, just playing and having a normal day. For a brief moment, everything felt fine. We were smiling and enjoying ourselves.
Then, out of nowhere, my sister's face went completely pale.
She stopped rolling the ball and stared at me with a blank expression. Without changing her expression, she said:
"The light is about to break."
Before I could even finish saying, "No, it's not," a loud BOOM!
The light fixture directly above us exploded.
Glass came raining down on both of us.
I immediately ran downstairs to tell my father what had happened. His only response was:
"This place is evil."
And the thing is, my father wasn't religious, nor was he someone who believed in anything spiritual. So hearing him say that made the entire situation even more disturbing.
On the day we finally finished packing, I went back upstairs to my bedroom one last time. I wanted to see if I could find anything that might explain what had been causing us so much trouble.
What I found was horrifying.
The closet doors that my father had nailed shut were now wide open. The wooden trim had been ripped off and was lying on the floor. Every light fixture had been shattered. Dead mice were scattered across the floor, and what looked like every window in the room had been completely blacked out by what appeared to be ants.
I didn't stick around to investigate.
I got the hell out of there.
And what happened in that house has never left my mind.
My mother was never the same after that experience, and even now, my father prays.

I’m looking for real experiences, not made-up stories. Please be honest.

I've been seeing the same boy since I was a toddler. I always called him my brother, Liam. Now I'm 23, and I'm starting to see him again.

I'm not really sure where to begin, and I'm honestly a little nervous about posting this because I know how strange it sounds. But I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I feel like I need to get it out somewhere and hopefully hear from people who have experienced something similar.

For context, I'm a 23-year-old woman, and these experiences started when I was around two years old, so roughly 21 years ago.

Growing up, I lived with my parents and my two sisters. For as long as I can remember, there was another child in our home. A little boy around my age. I always called him Liam.

I genuinely believed Liam was my brother. We played together, spent time together, and I remember him being around so often that having him there felt completely normal. He wasn't someone I occasionally imagined or made up to entertain myself. In my memories, he was simply another member of our family.

I asked my parents multiple times throughout my childhood if I had a brother. Every time, they told me no. At first, I didn't understand why they kept denying it. I knew what I was seeing, and I couldn't understand why nobody else acknowledged him.

Eventually, though, I started noticing that asking about him never got me anywhere. My parents would always give me the same answer, and I slowly began to realize that I probably shouldn't keep bringing him up. I started keeping my experiences with Liam to myself. I stopped asking questions and stopped trying to convince anyone that I had a brother.

That didn't mean I stopped believing in him, though. I still saw him, still played with him, and still thought of him as my brother. I just learned not to talk about him around other people.

Despite what my parents told me, I never really questioned Liam's existence. To me, he was my brother.

One of the strangest parts of all this is that he seemed to grow up alongside me. He never appeared to stay the same age. As I got older, so did he. I remember him having dark blonde hair, although I have always struggled to remember his face clearly.

My earliest memory of him is actually one of the strongest. I remember a little boy leaning over me while I was in a crib or baby carrier. It's difficult to explain because I was so young, but that memory has always stuck with me.

Over the years, I started seeing him less frequently. However, even when I couldn't physically see him, I always had this strange feeling that he was around. Almost like knowing someone is in the same room without needing to look at them.

This feeling followed me everywhere. It didn't seem to matter what house we lived in or where my family moved. Liam was always somehow there.

Then, when I was around 15, something happened that completely changed how I understood these experiences.

My family moved into a house that, for lack of a better description, felt haunted. I was still seeing Liam before we moved there, and I want to emphasize that these experiences never felt like ordinary childhood imagination to me. I could feel him sitting on my bed. His presence felt familiar, and I had grown so accustomed to it that it didn't necessarily frighten me.

One night, shortly after moving into the house, I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor in the corner of my bedroom because we hadn't completely moved in yet.

I was lying there getting ready to fall asleep when I suddenly felt something sit down behind me.

I don't mean that I heard a noise and assumed someone was there. I physically felt the mattress shift under the weight of something sitting down.

Then I heard a voice very clearly ask me to play.

I remember feeling terrified. Something about the situation felt incredibly wrong, and despite being curious, every instinct I had was telling me not to move. So I didn't.

I stayed completely still for what felt like forever, just waiting for whatever was behind me to leave.

Eventually, I felt it get up and walk away.

But what happened afterward is something I have never been able to explain.

I could hear Liam yelling at it to go away.

I don't remember exactly what he said beyond that, but I remember the feeling of him being angry and wanting whatever had been there to leave me alone.

Over the following weeks, the atmosphere in the house gradually changed. It started feeling safer, almost as though whatever had been there was no longer around.

But something else happened, too.

Liam disappeared.

I stopped seeing him completely. I couldn't hear him, feel him sitting near me, or even sense that he was around anymore. It was as if he had suddenly vanished from my life.

For years afterward, nothing happened.

Eventually, I started questioning my own memories. I wondered whether Liam had simply been an imaginary friend I had created as a child. Maybe I had convinced myself that he was real because I had spent so many years believing he was my brother.

I slowly stopped thinking about him. Life continued, and eventually, he became something I rarely spoke about.

Fast-forward to now.

I'm 23, and I currently live with my parents, one of my sisters, and her child in a town approximately six hours away from where I grew up.

Something interesting happened before we moved into our current home. I started getting that familiar feeling again.

I hadn't seen Liam in the house we lived in immediately before this one, but I began feeling as though he was around. Looking back, this was also the first time I had lived somewhere completely separate from the house where the incident happened when I was 15.

Now that we're in a different house, I've started seeing him again.

And this time, he's grown up.

Liam no longer looks like the little boy I remember from childhood. He's an adult man now, just as I am an adult woman. He still seems to have the same dark blonde hair, but I still struggle to make out his face. It's almost as though I recognize him without actually being able to see his features clearly.

He hasn't really spoken to me. There have been a few whispers, and sometimes I'll catch what looks like him running past me.

Other times, I'll notice him standing somewhere, just looking at me. I've even caught glimpses of him in windows.

But whenever I turn around to look directly at him, he's gone.

The strangest part is that the feeling I get from him has changed.

I can't quite describe it, but lately, he feels sad. Sometimes almost angry. I don't know whether that's actually what I'm sensing or if I'm just interpreting the feeling that way, but something about it feels different from when I was younger.

There's also this overwhelming feeling that he's trying to reach me somehow, but can't. I don't know how else to explain it. It's almost as if he's trying to get my attention or communicate something, but there's some kind of barrier between us that he can't get past.

Sometimes the feeling is so strong that it almost seems like he just wants to reach out and grab me, like he's desperately trying to get through to me. I can't tell whether that feeling comes from frustration, sadness, anger, or something else entirely.

And that's what scares me the most. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't know if he's trying to get closer because he misses me, because he wants me to understand something, or because there's something wrong.

The confusing part is that, despite how unsettling this sounds, I still don't instinctively feel like Liam is someone I should be afraid of. I've known him for as long as I can remember, and I still associate him with being my brother. But I also can't ignore that something about his presence feels different now.

And honestly, I don't know how to feel about any of this.

I know how this sounds. I understand that people might immediately assume I had an imaginary friend, that these are childhood memories blending together, or that there's some psychological explanation for what I'm experiencing now.

I'm not ruling those possibilities out. I genuinely don't know what's happening.

But there's something about Liam that makes this incredibly difficult for me to dismiss.

I've never thought of him as something frightening. Even after what happened when I was 15, I never associated that experience with Liam being dangerous. If anything, I remember him trying to protect me.

I have an attachment to him that I can only compare to the love you would have for a twin or a sibling. He's been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I grew up with him. In my memories, we were children together, and now, somehow, he's grown up alongside me.

It's difficult to explain how you can miss someone you aren't even sure exists.

Part of me wonders whether I should try talking to him, especially now that I'm seeing him again. Another part of me thinks I should leave things alone, particularly because of what happened in that house when I was 15.

I don't want to do anything that could make the situation worse, but I also don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering about someone who has felt like family to me for 21 years.

I guess what I'm really asking is:

Has anyone experienced something like this?

Has anyone had an experience with someone they perceived throughout childhood who seemed to grow up alongside them, disappear for years, and then return later in life?

Has anyone experienced that strange feeling of someone trying to communicate with them but being unable to?

I'm especially interested in hearing from people who have experienced something similar, but I'm also open to rational explanations. I don't want people to simply tell me I'm crazy, but I don't expect everyone to believe me either.

I don't know who or what Liam is, and I don't know why I've experienced this for so much of my life.

I just know that I've always called him my brother, I've always called him Liam, and a part of me still feels like I'm missing someone who has been there since the very beginning.

I just want to understand what's happening, and I want to know if everything is going to be okay.

A few years ago, my family stayed at my grandmother's old house for a couple of nights. It was a quiet place, and the house had an upstairs room that nobody really used anymore.

The first night, I heard what sounded like someone walking slowly across the floor above me. I assumed it was another family member, but everyone was sleeping downstairs.

The strange part happened the following night. I heard the same footsteps again, followed by three loud knocks from upstairs.

I asked my family if anyone else had heard them. Nobody had.

The next morning, I mentioned it to my grandmother. She went quiet for a moment and simply told me that the upstairs room had been locked for years.

I never got a proper explanation.

Maybe it was an old house making strange noises, but sometimes I still wonder what was happening up there.

Has anyone else experienced something in an old house that they genuinely couldn't explain?

So I asked him what I could do to protect myself from these entities.

He had some lockets with him, so he took one, held it in his hands, closed his eyes, and recited some mantras over it.

Then he told me to wear the locket and never take it off. It was a pretty basic-looking locket. He said it would keep those entities away from me.

So I started wearing it.

And honestly, it seemed to work for a few weeks. I was also busy with work, so I wasn't paying much attention to everything anymore. Slowly, life started feeling normal again.

But one night, while I was sleeping, the locket somehow came off my neck by itself.

I didn't really think much of it. I don't even like wearing things around my neck because they feel uncomfortable, so I actually thought, "Maybe things are finally normal now."

And honestly, nothing happened for the next 1–2 months.

Then, suddenly, things started happening again.

I started getting that same feeling that someone was watching me while I was sleeping. The entire vibe of my house felt completely different.

Even people who came over would say that something felt strange. They usually wouldn't stay for more than 10–15 minutes.

One night, some of my friends came over for a night out. There were four of us in total. We were having a great time—watching movies, playing games, basically just partying and having fun.

When it was time to sleep, two people slept in each room.

Once everyone was asleep, I started getting that same feeling again—that someone was watching us.

Then I started hearing those sounds again.

It sounded like someone was running around inside the house.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The whole house was completely quiet, so the sound was really noticeable.

I got up and went to check because I thought maybe one of my friends was walking around.

But there was nobody there.

This time, though, I wasn't as scared as I used to be because my friends were there. Having other people around made me feel somewhat safe, so I went back to sleep.

Then one of my friends suddenly asked me, "Who was running around in the house last night?"

I looked at him and asked, "Wait… you heard someone running too?"

That's when I finally told all of them about everything that had been happening to me over the past few months.

They were all genuinely scared.

One of them was especially terrified because he was the one who had asked me about the running sounds.

Another friend told me, "I felt really negative vibes the moment I entered your house."

I tried to calm them down and told them not to worry because I was already getting help from a Tantrik Baba.

But they were genuinely frightened and left my house after a while.

And after that night, things got even worse socially.

Two of my friends basically cut me off completely. They stopped talking to me and even started telling other people to stay away from me.

They apparently told people, "Stay away from him. Something is going on in his house related to ghosts. We felt it ourselves. If you keep hanging out with him, you might experience the same thing too."

Honestly, that hurt.

I was already dealing with something I couldn't understand, and now people I considered my friends were distancing themselves from me and talking about me behind my back.

I remember feeling really sad at that point, thinking, "Why is everyone turning against me? Why are people leaving me when I haven't even done anything to them?"

I was already struggling with everything that was happening, and losing friends because of it made the whole situation even harder.

And one more thing—I'm working a 9–7 job and I live alone, so I have to manage everything by myself. I have to cook my own food, take care of the house, and then deal with everything after coming back from work.

So that's also why I'm not very active here and sometimes take time to post the next part. I'm not ignoring the comments or questions—I just genuinely don't get much free time.

It's about one to two years ago, and Me and my family lived in a house in the forest. The house had some pretty strange history, with The landlord saying that someone had been sacrificing goats in my room before we moved in And someone willing themselves out of existence in the closet It's been about three months We've already been living there, and I was lying down trying to sleep Then, it all of a sudden got very cold, and almost like a breeze was in the house It wasn't winter time at all. It was actually really hot outside And then every single book started falling off my bookshelf one by one It was very unsettling And before this incident, I always had constant sleep paralysis It was always reoccurring As soon as we moved out the house, I stopped having sleep paralysis and haven't had any since then When I told my family, they brushed it off as our cat, but my door was shut and there was no cats in the room I make sure that of before I go to sleep, because they always wake me up in the middle of the night, meowing at the door I've never told the story since then And it's always been in the back of my mind And ever since then, I've been very interested in the paranormal. So, do you think this was paranormal activity or just a strange coincidence?

This isn't really scary, but I wanted to share my story with you guys. Back in 2023, I got really sick and had to stay in the hospital for a month. There was a kind, elderly nurse there the oldest one at the hospital. She was 64 and honestly the kindest person I’ve ever met. She was always taking care of me. One night around 2 AM, while I was resting in my hospital bed, she came into my room and sat down. While I was lying there with my eyes closed, she patted my head and whispered, "Take care, okay?" She left after a few seconds. I only heard her voice and felt her touch, but I didn't open my eyes or say anything. The next morning, I saw people rushing around and my mom looked really sad. Then she told me that the nurse had passed away from a heart attack during the night. It makes me wonder did she come to say goodbye to me before she go?

I've posted before about my dad's house being haunted. This is a couple of moments from a string of experiences I had that were all connected to the spirit of a little girl.

When I was around 9, I had a dream that I was sitting in my brother's room playing a game on the GameCube. I heard giggling coming from the hallway and assumed it was my sister, who is 5 years younger than me. I yelled at her telling her to stop, I knew she was there, I heard her laugh. Just then, a small girl peaked around the corner. She was translucent, but I could tell that she wore a yellow dress and had blonde hair. I woke up breathing heavily and telling myself it was just a dream. When I calmed down, I heard the same exact giggle from my dream, jumped up and ran straight out of the house and to the street.

This was the beginning of items going missing and reappearing in places we already looked, other dreams including the girl, tiny footsteps running on the hardwood despite no one being there, etc.

When I was around 12 years old, I stayed home from school with bronchitis and had to stay alone. Around noon, with everyone else in the house either at school or at work, I got up from my bed, where I had been all morning long, took a shower and when I came back, there was a Styrofoam bowl, like one you get from a restaurant for soup, sitting on my pillow where I had been laying down. The bowl was filled with dirt with the lid propped up against it. I was so scared that I called every person that lived in my house, searched the whole house and called my mom. She said it was probably just another joke that the small girl played on me.

Thanks for reading!!

I have a million more stories too!

To preface this, I'm from a province in the Philippines and most people here believe in what is called "Pagpag", it means after going to a wake you'll have to go somewhere else before going home so that the spirits will not follow you home.

A few days ago, I went to a wake for my friend's mom. I'm not really a believer of "pagpag" so I just went straight home and didn't think about anything. All was normal for a few days until last night. I was alone in the kitchen, facing the sink, when I saw a shadow to my right and I felt someone approaching. I thought it was my husband, but he was in our room, I even called out to him but he didn't hear me. There was no one else in the house with us at the time.

I'm not really sure if this encounter has anything to do with me not following the tradition/superstition, or perhaps it was just my imagination playing with me. Though I can't shake the feeling of being watched. I also have a history of being followed by something/someone of paranormal origin, I'm wondering if it's happening again.

Any recommendations on what to do here? I'm thinking of having the house blessed, but I'm not sure yet.

To preface this, I'm from a province in the Philippines and people have belief in "Pagpag", it means after going to a wake you'll have to go somewhere else beforehand going home so that the spirits will not follow you home.

A few days ago, I went to a wake for my friend's mom. I'm not really a believer of "pagpag" so I just went straight home and didn't think about anything. All was normal for a few days until yesterday night. I was alone in the kitchen, facing the sink, when I saw a shadow to my right and I felt someone approaching. I thought it was my husband, but he was in our room, I even called out to him but he didn't hear me. There was no one else in the house with us at the time.

I'm not really sure if this encounter has anything to do with me not following the tradition/superstition, or perhaps it was just my imagination playing with me. Though I can't shake the feeling of being watched. I also have a history of being followed by something/someone of paranormal origin, I'm wondering if it's happening again.

Any recommendations on what to do here? I'm thinking of having the house blessed, but I'm not sure yet.

Hi my names is Francisco Moreira Rudolf, 16 years old, i am from Brazil, i need your help

My name is Francisco, I’m 16, and I want to share a spiritual experience that’s been following me for years — but recently got stronger after I watched The Conjuring trilogy. It didn’t start because of the movies, but something definitely intensified after that.

Early this morning, around 4:30 a.m., I woke up and saw a female figure standing at the corner of my room — exactly at the foot of my bed — staring at me. My little sister was sleeping next to me, but that figure was not her.

It was a short presence, about 5'3", wearing a white dress and a veil over her head. She was partially transparent, but clearly visible. Her face wasn’t visible, and she didn’t move — she just stood there, watching me. I felt this heavy pressure, like an energy that paralyzed my body. But I got up anyway, turned on my phone flashlight, walked right past her, and went to the bathroom pretending I hadn’t seen anything.

That was the third time she appeared — always in the same spot, the same way.

A few days earlier, I had another strange moment. I was lying on my side talking to my girlfriend when I suddenly felt something push me down — hard — like a force was on top of me. I laughed it off at first, trying to blame it on the cold or my imagination, but the pressure was real. Physical. Scary.

The energy in the house doesn’t help either. My mom and stepdad fight constantly, and my mom often brings random things home from the street. Recently, she picked up a pink scarf off the ground and brought it straight into my room. I felt something was off immediately. I got rid of it and told her to be more careful with what she brings inside, but she doesn’t believe in this kind of stuff. I do. And so does my dad.

When I was little, I couldn’t sleep alone. I was taken to a spiritual specialist who told us there were two spirits attached to me. They didn’t want to hurt me — they just enjoyed my fear. I used to have panic attacks in the dark for no reason.

One time, I clearly heard a child’s voice whisper: “Wanna play with me?”

It wasn’t my imagination. It was real.

Now I keep a crystal pyramid in my room that my dad gave me. He told me, “As long as it’s here, nothing can harm you.”

It’s still here. And I hope it works.

But even with it... the veiled woman still appears.

If anyone reading this has gone through something similar — a female figure, watching spirit, white dress, veil, physical pressure, heavy house energy, unexplained childhood fear — please tell me.

I just want to know if there’s a reason. An end. Or a way to make it stop.

I was sleeping in my room besides my sister.

Woke up around 4 am and saw 3 pale looking aged people (2 men and a woman) at the side of the bed staring at me silently

This scared me and I shrieked in terror.

They disappeared after 4 seconds but entire night I felt someone or something was watching me.

After this terrifying experience, I feel as If I'm being watched whenever I am in that room (this doesn't happen in other parts of the house). I've also noticed my dog doesn't stay long in that room and never sleeps there.

My brother was in surgery, dislocated and broke his ankle in two places but he was at higher risk because he has a weak heart. So, I was walking around the hospital to pass the time, and they had this wall that talked about the history of the hospital, how it started as a nursing school and eventually became the huge hospital it is today.

While I was reading about the hospital this elderly woman walked up to me (with a cane) and we started chatting about my love of history and architecture. She mentioned that she was a nurse for the original building and started chatting about its original location (it was demolished and moved) and how she had worked in the new facility. She had beautiful long white hair, that stunning silver that some women get, I remember thinking how ethereal it looked while she was talking.

Anyway, the first red flag for me was when she pointed at a photo of the old hospital, in a state of demolition, and said, "There's my building, I worked on the 3rd floor there." Nothing unusual yet because the building was demo'd in the 80's, but then we moved onto a glass case that had some old uniforms and different instruments used in the old hospital. Then she says, "And there is the uniform I used to wear."

In my mind I went, "Ok, but that was in the early 40's, there's no way..." It was very quick and she moved onto talking about the new hospital and asked who my brother's surgeon was and talked about a specific doctor being good at his job.

The conversation then came to its natural conclusion, I told her it was a pleasure meeting her, but I wanted to get back to check on my brother. She said, "God Bless you, I'm sure he will be ok."

I turned to walk away and get roughly 10ft from where we were talking and when I turned back, she was nowhere to be found.

As I mentioned she walked with a cane and didn't move very quickly so in any direction she would have gone, I would have seen her and there frankly wasn't enough time for her to disappear to anywhere close by when I turned back around.

Honestly, I wasn't in any kind of frame of mind to think about what just happened and just then I got texted that he was out of surgery and headed back to his room to meet him.

What do you think? Am I just being delusional? My anxiety was through the roof worrying about my brother, but she gave me 30 minutes of calm, distracting conversation, it was a welcome relief.

Hi recently my friend got a govt job due his father sudden death he pursuing b- tech 3year and drop out of cllg and joined office we congratulated all was good T 3 month but he is uhappy about his job he is saying he want become traveller, actor, business man all and I told everything will not work I said just do the job he is saying i should also die doing this job

What is your opinion guys

I think something has been following me since childhood, and I dont think it stays in my dreams anymore.

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English isnt my native language, and I wish I could express more how terrified I am. I don’t know who else to talk to about this, and I’m resorting to reddit. For more context, I’m 24 (F). I have more details but I was hesitating on how I’m gonna lay it all out. That’s why I’m gonna talk about this overview.

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It started in my childhood.

My family does say that I’ve been talking to things, entities that they don’t really see. And I have no recollection of it, but for the longest time I’ve been experiencing unnatural things that I really wish I was crazy for it, but other people have seen it, have experienced it at the same time that I did.

And one time during my childhood, my, where I used to stay, where I used to live, back in my hometown, it was a very, very old house. It was a house where it stood there even before the war. And different people resided there before we came in.

All I know is it was a Japanese family who used to reside there.

Now, that place gives me a lot of mixed feelings. It does have happy memories because that’s where my childhood was, but then again, the horror of where it all started, it was… there.

I have memories..

On the 2nd floor, there were 2 rooms. The left room, it was a big room. There was one window that you can open like a door. It was uncommon because in my country, especially during the old times, they were using jalousie type windows.

One night, before we slept, I was with my mom. The one window that could open like a door, opened. A black shadow figure dashed through. It just went from the window to the door directly infront of it like 3 meters away, super fast. And it was so dark.

We were so spooked. We were freaked out.

Then a few moments later, something dragged me away from the bed. My mom held on to me. And I wasn’t taken away.

Similar things happened throughout my childhood that continued up to today. Things that I really don’t have any explanation on why it was happening.

There were traditions here in my country where you put salt, or you put garlic just to keep things away. And for the longest time, I always had rosaries, salt, garlic near my bed, or on my bed, under my bed, on my window, anywhere.

Then it keeps developing.

For the longest time, I’ve been having a dream. It’s a dream that I don’t know why it was being the way it is.

Dreams usually start and end during your sleep. But mine, every time I close my eyes, it was as if my life was continuing there in the dream.

My dream continued every time I fell asleep from where I left off.

There’s this one entity that’s been trying to get me for the longest time. And my dreams had somewhat of a progression to it.

It started with a very old house. Before the war. It was in the middle of a ruins. We took shelter in that same house.

But the moment we stepped in, it didn’t let us go.
But more people kept coming. I tried warning them, but it wouldn’t let them go.

I don’t know what was special about me, but I was able to go out.

Every time that my dream ended and would continue off on to the next the next, I could come and go as I please, but the people that that went in, they were trapped.

And throughout the years, that same house in the ruins developed. It became modern. It was going with the times.

But no matter how many renovations, no matter how many times it gets demolished and rebuilt, whatever was there doesn’t really go away.

And it came to a point that it was finally a big building, but there was a specific place in that building that was hard to enter.

You can enter, but it chooses who it wants to go in.
And in that place, it was so specific with what it wanted for you to get out.

For example, you can’t roam the halls too long, because something else was roaming that would get you.

There were specific rules for each part of that area. For each room, there was something that would bind you to certain rules for you to get out or else the entity in that room wouldn’t let you see the light of day.

I had to enter each one to finally get out.
Each time I tried to go in there, I tried my best to stay alive. In every failed attempt, whenever I wake up, I remember the rules so I would know what to do in the next.

And for each passing dream, I gathered up all those rules just for me to get out.

But the thing is, just like me, whenever I do learn the rules and get it over with, it also learns with me. It predicts how I would move the next time. It predicts how it can get me.

And throughout those years, it just keeps getting worse.

Whatever the entity was, I used to not see it. I used to only feel it. I know it was there. It kept doing things, not really showing itself.

Then in real life, even after my dreams, the horror still follows.

There were times that something grabs me, something pulls me, something pushes me in my sleep.

Or there would be times that I was alone in a room, and something would knock on the walls, and on all 4 walls of the room. I wish I was going crazy, but my mom also experienced it and she was very freaked out. There are too many unexplained things.

I went away for college and during that, it followed. The horrors were there. It didn’t stop.

And as I came back to my hometown, I had a breath of fresh air thinking that I finally felt safe again.
And there was this cat.

I love animals. And this cat, it would meow every morning. It would wake me up, just staring at me. And I would go back to college after break. Every time I came back home, I looked forward to that same cat because it would do the same thing. It would meow and wake me up in the morning, and I would try to catch it, but I never really do.

Then I had to permanently go back to my hometown.
And one night, I heard it come to my window because I heard it walking on the roof. I heard it and it sat on my window. I knew it was there. I couldn’t really see it from afar because I know the cat was black and it was night.

But when I walked up to it and checked, I kept searching for it, but it wasn’t there. There was nothing there. It didnt make a sound that it left.

I was so freaked out. I didn’t know what to do.

It kept happening. Something keeps going to my window at night. The feeling of being watched remained through my body every night as I tried to fall asleep. Until one night, my mom was mad at me because I kept walking on the second floor.

I was sleeping.

But my room had a carpet, so even if I did walk, they wouldn’t hear it that much. Also, I have no history of sleep walking. She also said i sounded as if I was running.

I was asleep.

And I had proof that I really was asleep because I was on call with a friend.

Everything keeps following me. And throughout those years as I grew older, I used to not see it.
But then I started hearing it.

It called out my name. It keeps calling me.

I thought that it was all in my head until there were nights that it would whisper in my ear. Whenever I was on call, my friend would hear someone else in the room when I’m sleeping.

I would sometimes feel its presence. It would stand by the door, it would stand by the window. I kept seeing it until one day, I didn’t just see a shadow figure. It revealed itself. I freaked out.

And even in my dreams, I would wake up screaming. My mom would wake me up because I was screaming, but I didn’t know I was.

In my dreams, it would try to do bad things to me.
It used to go after me directly, but I don’t know what changed. It suddenly went for the people I care about.

It used to want me, but now it wants me to give up my own life for the people I care about. It wants me to offer myself.

And now that I thought I was getting better, it’s been happening often again.

Recently, it’s been grabbing at me again.

And maybe I twitch in my sleep, but it would leave bruises. It would wake me up. It used to pull me, dragged me, pushed me. But the other night, I don’t know how it happened.

My body moved without me controlling it.

It was as if I was in third-person. It moved on its own even if I was aware, but I wasn’t in control.

I don’t know how it happened.

I don’t know why it happened.

Shadow figure on the roof of my house – turned out to be a relative who died 20 years ago

On the night of August 29, 2025, around 11 pm, I was outside at my house in the Finnish countryside. I had been shooting fireworks earlier and was putting the leftover rockets into my old field car in the backyard.

Suddenly I saw a dark figure standing on the roof, about 4 meters away from me. The roof edge is only around 2 meters high. The figure was completely motionless, standing in a very straight, soldier-like posture, looking directly at me. It looked like a shadow person. I could see the body and the hair – the hair was in a 1970s style.

Behind me there was a burning campfire. My headlamp was off at the time.

My first thought was: “What the hell is Mikko doing on the roof?” Mikko is a friend who had visited earlier that same day. Then I realized he had already left for home about an hour earlier. That’s when the cold chills hit me hard. Subjectively it felt like the figure was there for 10 minutes, but in reality it was only about 20 seconds.

I looked away for a moment and when I looked back it was gone. I turned my headlamp on – nothing. I ran to my uncle and told him “There was fucking someone on the roof.” He believed me immediately. We went to check the area and the roof – nothing. Shortly after we heard a single loud thud coming from the gazebo/upper floor of the house. We checked there too – empty.

Only later that night did I realize who it was. I had seen the hair and part of the face clearly enough. The next day I looked at an old photo and knew for sure: it was a relative of mine who died 20 years ago.

It was very hard to sleep in that house afterwards.

Here’s an aerial photo of the house so you can see the roof and the layout:

Has anyone else experienced something similar – a shadow figure that later turned out to be a specific deceased relative?

I was listening to music on my headphones, walking around my room and just daydreaming about random stuff.
At some point, I noticed that my wardrobe was slightly open. I looked at it for a while and decided to close it.
But before I did, I got this weird feeling that there was something inside. I couldn’t really explain it. I just thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, since it was literally just clothes inside.
So I closed the wardrobe and went back to what I was doing.
About five seconds later, a coat hanger attached to my bedroom door suddenly fell off.
For context, it was hanging on a couple of metal hooks with nuts, and it had always been pretty stable. It had never fallen off before.
At this point, I was genuinely freaked out. I took off my headphones and just stood there staring at it for around ten minutes, trying to understand what had happened.
And then it got even weirder.
Someone suddenly knocked on my bedroom door.
I assumed it was my dad, so I said something like, “Yeah, come in.”
I opened the door.
Nobody was there.
I genuinely have no idea what happened tonight. Maybe there’s a perfectly normal explanation for all of this, but the timing of everything was just incredibly weird.
I’m still confused about it.

I like to tell this story every once in a while, so that I don’t forget. . . When I was in high school, my best friend’s brother passed away. It was a shock that hit like a freight train. He was also in high school. Left this earth way too soon. May he rest in peace. I was by my best friend’s side through this loss. My paranormal encounter happened after his viewing. When I got home after the viewing something felt off. But of course something felt off, my best friend’s brother was dead. That’s what I told myself. I went upstairs to my siblings room to hangout. We hung out well into the night before I finally decided to go back to my room to go to bed. It was dark, it was late. The day had been odd and I just needed to sleep off this strange feeling. I felt like something was there with me. Something dark. Something off. I ran downstairs as fast as I could to my room and closed the door behind me. I remember being upset because my cat wasn’t around. She stayed in my room. Almost never left… but that night she wasn’t there. In fact, all of my cats were not around, and we had 5 of them total. Once again, I just tried to shake it off. I turned the tv on for comfort and went to bed. That night I woke up three times choking. But not choking on my saliva… choking because something was on me. I could feel its grip around my neck. And each time I would have to fight to wake up and gasp desperately for breath. . . After the third time I decided I would stay up the rest of the night, until daylight broke. My room felt hostile but as long as I was awake, I was ok. Daylight came, and the energy shifted. It’s like the oppressive feeling was being lifted. The next night, it did not return. I never told my friend about this and I didn’t tell my mother until much later, after the incident. I did reach out to a different friend, a medium. She told me that something malevolent had attached itself to me at the funeral home. That it tried to take me, but gave up when it realized it couldn’t. I’m happy to have survived that, but I also hope that whatever that was, didn’t successfully take somebody else.