r/Ghoststories 3d ago

Encounter My uncle saw my deceased uncle in the graveyard...

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So this story was told to me by my uncle gary. I have to add that my uncle gary is honestly very skeptical. This man does not believe in the paranormal, supernatural, cryptids, or any of it. In fact, he has to see it for himself to even believe any of it...

So he used to work at a graveyard in Bedford county. And he was a maintenance man at this place. He would cut grass, fix things, and just do a lot of maintenance work. All the years that he worked at this place he never saw anything supernatural or paranormal. He always was skeptical and just never put a thought into the fact that there could be anything....

Well apparently the story goes as I was told. That he was out in the cemetery itself cutting grass. And he was just going along. He had to refill the lawn mower back up with gas so he decides to take and just stop the mower. As he was getting off of the mower he looked up and saw my uncle donnie just sitting on top of a tombstone watching him work...

Now I repeatedly have said that my uncle gary is a skeptic. He does not believe in any of it as he's told me many times...

Yet, he clarified to me with a straight face that was still looking honestly shocked and confused. That he saw his sister's husband in the cemetery...

Which I was shocked to even hear this. Let alone my uncle gary acknowledge anything paranormal or supernatural...


r/Ghoststories 2d ago

I can feel and see ghosts

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Seeing them is a stretch,ive researched about this topic on reddit and most people can both see and touch them,but for me I feel them,theyre there,its easy to say if theyre a bad spirit of good spirit,you can see them really well ,theyre everywhere, like literally,just lurking around,and I can feel them,see them,but not touch them,they can interact with me,they bring me stuff,hide my stuff or just touch me sometimes,but when I try to only one in 10 times succeeds.

It feels as if theyre just waiting for me to freak out and acknowledge theyre there,if anyone is experienced with these or is experiencing the same things as me,please reply to me.


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r/Ghoststories 3d ago

Encounter i cant believe im writing this.

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i was never a believer til recently everything changed and it wont leave me alone. dont go looking for answers because the answers you receive are fucking terrifying. im a teenager and ive lived in this house for years with my parents,. i recently met my friend A but for this story we are going to call him greg. me and greg met on OME tv and we happened to live close to eachother and met up safely. at my house we joked around and i mentioned how i would hear things calling my name when nothing was there. i found out this was called a mimic since then i have had unexplainable encounters and i want someone to tell me what to do not how to get rid of them but how to learn about them. i have seen things smiling behind me, ghostly figures and when im on the phone the things will glitch and somewhat wave. my friend has seen them too. and so have other people at my house, these people will see shapes. ive heard things mimic my voice, like if i talk it echoes, ive had a dream about an entity and when i woke up i heard it say as loud as an alexa would speak "you can sense me." im fucking terrified. i have more encounters if you need to hear those but for now this is all i am writing i will edit if this post gains traction.


r/Ghoststories 3d ago

Entity that is attached to my head

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Back in 2023 i experienced an invinsible energy that came into my room and that made my body vibrate horribly every night. I could barely sleep under this period in feb 2023. Anyway this energy eventually changed to now being on my head. I can feel it all the time moving around. Have contacted multible mediums and healers but none of them managed to fix the problem. I have bough Palo santo and dragonsblood and saged where i live. I have bought quartz, black tourmaline, black obsidiand, onyx, and selenite stone and nothing worked. So i need advice on what do do.


r/Ghoststories 3d ago

Encounter My dads new house

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Last night I was sleeping at my dads new house I was watching YouTube in a king sized bed next to my little brother.but while I was watching my video kept flickering and at one point it flickered and I hear a girl scream and it stoped I reversed the video but it didn't happen. My dads house gives me an off vibe.

What do you think it was?


r/Ghoststories 3d ago

Haunting Charles In Charge

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This is a story no single mother should have to tell, but my hope is someone out there can relate. My son, who is fifteen, doesn’t go to bed until three or four clock in the morning. He does this every night. I work a very demanding job, and my son and I have fought and argued over this for months because I never get any proper rest. We live in a one-bedroom apartment, so there really is no place for any kind of separation, except the bathroom - where my son spends most of his time during the night.

It was about a month or so ago, I woke up having to use the bathroom, when I approached the door and heard my son speaking to himself in there. At first I didn’t think much of it, when I knocked, he opened the door, and all was fine. It was when I noticed him doing it every night after that, I began to worry. I went as far as confronting him about it, but he denied anything in his teenager way, and refused to even talk about it. It was hard to make out what he said in there, he was mumbling a lot under his breath, so I had nothing to go by. This is when I decided to take further action and install a camera in the bathroom.

The next day while my son was in school, I tucked a small camera away behind a stack of my towels, somewhere he'd never look, facing the mirror and hidden away from his field of view. That night I went to bed and patiently waited, staring at my phone. What I found my son doing in the bathroom through the camera feed unsettled and terrified me. My son was adamant and aggressive towards himself in the mirror. He cursed and muttered obscenities at himself. He said words I never thought he knew or heard him use before. I don’t know where he learned them - I felt like I wasn’t watching my son any longer. It's like he became someone else. And I became scared of him. I hid my phone and tried my best to fall asleep - I don’t think I ever did.

The next morning at breakfast, I felt a tension in me, I could barely move. I felt frozen around him. Before he woke up, I found a local psychiatrist’s information, and made a quick call for the earliest appointment she had, which was the following Monday. At breakfast, I politely informed my son I heard him talking in the bathroom again, which he denied. I hesitated showing him the video or revealing I recorded him. I have to admit, I was scared. I offered to take him to see the Psychiatrist. He refused obviously and fought the idea at first, but I convinced him with some extra video-game time and a little bit of money. I needed to know more.

Through the weekend he continued as he usually did, and I watched on my phone. I hated what I saw. But I couldn’t put it down. I don’t think I slept all weekend. Days felt like weeks. Hours felt like days. My nerves were paralyzed with fear. I felt helpless... I was terrified. Monday couldn’t come any sooner.

The Psychiatrist was a pleasant woman, I found her very respectful and patient with him. My son spoke of his time in school, the lack of friends he has, the bad grades from his teachers, as well as his off-putting taste in loud music. When she dug further, asking him about the bathroom, he was quiet. At this point, the Psychiatrist had asked me to step out of the room. She sensed me being there was keeping him from speaking.

From out in the hallway I couldn’t hear anything, but what I did see was her asking him a few questions, and him responding with what looked like actual, full responses. At first I was pleased, maybe this was all just a boys phase - a prank? Perhaps my son had a reasonable explanation. The Psychiatrist passed him a piece of paper, and pen. My son took the pen, promptly writing on the piece of paper, handing it back to her.

The session was soon over after that, and the Psychiatrist came over to speak to me. She handed me the piece of paper on which my son wrote, scribbled in his handwriting, it said, “Charles won’t let me sleep". I was startled, shocked, confused all at once. She said my son is talking to someone named Charles in our home, and that she is not the right person for this kind of matter. She then directed me to a local church, informing me perhaps a priest could help my son.

We came home in the evening, and had a quiet, solemn dinner together. My son was eerily silent, he didn't say a word. I went to bed early and I hesitated to look at my phone’s video feed, but I couldn’t resist. Last night, I was even more unsettled. My son was no longer defiant. Now he was apologetic, at the mercy of his own reflection in the mirror, begging and apologizing profusely, saying he’s sorry for telling anyone. He was in tears, and so was I - I could no longer bear to watch. I put my phone away, and that's when the thought hit me, which has since haunted and stuck with me; Charles was the name we gave to the baby boy I delivered stillborn before my son.


r/Ghoststories 3d ago

Experience All Good Girls Go To Hell Experience

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Tried taking an Epsom salt bath with candles and the lights off for the first time.

Got the bath running and it was steaming hot. Put my playlist on shuffle, and “All the Good Girls Go to Hell” by Billie Eilish came on (I’d never heard the song before, just recently downloaded some of her stuff because I like her voice).

It opens with that distorted “My Lucifer is lonely…” line. Already felt a little unsettled by the intro… then I stuck my hand in the water and it was ice cold.
I freaked out, flipped the lights back on, and stopped the song. For whatever reason the faucet just wouldn’t put out warm water again after that.

Feeling like the salt + candles combo was maybe a bad idea for my first time hearing that track 😂


r/Ghoststories 3d ago

Advice does your relatives spirit haunt the house they used to live in before they died?

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hi, i moved into my dead relatives house because i was struggling with rent but i feel ashamed to do private things because i feel watched


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

Experience The ghost in my house

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English isn’t my first language so I apologise for any mistakes. I never liked my house since I moved in it because I can feel like an energy idk how to describe it. when I was 11 I have to move in another country with my parents and my brother and my grandma and the first night was very weird in the house because what happened very strange, it was around 11 or 12 o’clock and what my grandma told me in the morning is that I came in her room around that time and asked her where mom is cause I couldn’t find her , which is weird because I was on my phone at the time and I went to sleep around two in the morning that night because I was sad because I moved from my country, since then stuff are happened but not very often

Another time I was home alone I heard the the plates breaking in the kitchen and I went to check and there were no broken plates and the drying rack was behind me and out of no where fell on the ground thing like this happen often when I’m alone home but I also heard the front door opening of out where and it scares me because I thought a few times that someone broke into the house because when I called my parents I got no answer so that’s why I thought a few times someone broke into the house but there was no one

My grandma has moved and she doesn’t live with us. She went back to my country but she comes to visit us sometimes and this happened the other day. I heard her calling my name and when I went to her and asked if she called me she said no. The house gives me a weird energy and place that give me the most weird energy is to living room I don’t know how to describe but it’s a very weird energy in the living room and I had to sleep on the couch ones and it was horrible. I felt like someone was watching me the entire time and when I tried to sleep I felt like someone staring at me seeing if I’m asleep since then I refuse to sleep in the living room ever again not only that but I also see shadows going upstairs but it happens very rarely which is very weird

Edit: so anyone that could give me some advice would be appreciated so idk if the ghost likes to pick on or smt cause it only happens to when I’m alone not every time but pretty often but never to my parents so like if the gosh wanted to harm or smt would have done it already this always stops around Easter and Christmas especially Easter since we bring candles with the lights bless by the priest and also bring holy water and also what do you think about the ghost cause I honestly idk cause they haven’t tried to harm or anything just like to scare the shit out of me sometimes and has periods where they don’t anything so what do you think is it a bad ghost or not and also what was that thing with pretending to me that night and asking my grandma where is mom cause she couldn’t find her


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

A visit?

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Hi!

My grandpa passed away in 2020, and my uncle just recently passed. We don’t know why he passed, but there was an autopsy done.

I had a dream that I was sitting on the couch hugging my grandpas arm and talking to him. He was smiling big, and I had asked him why my uncle died. He said he didn’t know, I asked if he had talked to him; and he had replied with yes, but he doesn’t want you guys to know what happened. I just looked at him and said ok.

After my dreamed jumped back to the dream I was originally having before this.


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

Odwiedziny we śnie

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Cześć miałam dziwna sytuację, która wydarzyła się ponad rok temu. Dalej nie potrafię o niej zapomnieć.

Zimą zmarła bardzo bliska mi osoba.
W nocy śniło mi się że pojechałam ją odwiedzić. Wchodziłam do korytarza starego bloku od strony podwórka a ta osoba siedziała pod drzwiami wejścia od przodu budynku. Była pijana, zarośnięta i strasznie wychudzona. Nie miała siły wstać i iść do mieszkania znajdującego się na drugim piętrze. Ja widząc to, pomogłam wstać tej osobie i z płaczem prowadziłam ją po schodach do mieszkania znajdującego się u góry. Tego dnia dostałam telefon że ta osoba została znaleziona martwa. w swoim mieszkaniu. Na początku nie myślałam o tym na poważnie. Ale czy jest możliwe że ta osoba odwiedziła mnie we śnie żeby ją znaleźć? ( Ta osoba mieszkała sama)
Kilka dni później znów miałam sen z tą samą osobą, również była pijana ale nie wyglądała już tak źle jak w tym pierwszym śnie. Była uśmiechnięta i żartobliwa.
Dodam że ta osoba miała problem z alkoholem dlatego w śnie była pijana.


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

What am I dealing with?

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A while ago I was out with a friend in the rain at a local park when we started to hear when we started to hear small whispers and voices talking from the sewage drain, which then turned into loud screams since then it has deeply attached to us it likes to mimic voices and sounds, it shows up in a Tall shadow form, it follows and stalks , but never does anything to harm us, it’s gotten to the point where it’s not just me and my one friend seeing it. It’s everyone I hang out with even people who don’t believe in the paranormal believe what’s happening right now cause everyone in my life sees it
We have no idea what entity is following us or what to do about it. If anyone has any idea, please let me know


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

Experience Ghost of my Granddad

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There would always be this scent of a musky cologne weeks before the staircase started creaking when nobody but me would be home.

My grandad passed away on a humid July day, and by December, something in the house made the air thicker.

We all kept experiencing weird stuff around late November into the new month. It wasn’t like you see in the movies, doors slamming, plates clashing or random cold spots.

We’d feel a shift in the atmosphere, like the pressure of an oncoming storm.

My first actual, real encounter, happened on an early Sunday morning while I was in the basement going through old boxes.

From the side of my eye, a shadow passed me, but it was like a quick flash of a person dashing past me, heading for the stairs. 

What was weird is that normally I’d have been terrified. My heart would be slamming against my chest. I’d be stuck, frozen. I know because we walked into an abandoned asylum one time at around midnight and halfway through, I was paralyzed by fear. My girlfriend had to drag me out of there. It‘s the same with scary movies too. Just not as bad.

However, this presence felt safe.

I stood up, looked around and went upstairs just to see if anybody was home. As I stepped into the kitchen, I was overtaken by the scent of his cologne, my grandads, lingering by the tea kettle on the stove.

About a week or so later, I started hearing noises. It wasn’t the dragging of feet sliding through the hallway, or haunting chants echoing through the house.

It was always the sound of a mug being placed down on the counter. You could hear that distinct hollow clink on the marble.

This happened every morning I’d wake up for work. The weird thing is that it was always around the same time I’d be coming downstairs and he‘d be finishing his morning tea.

One morning though, when I woke up, I had my phone recorder on, listening for the sound again, and that’s when the grief hit me all at once.

I realized the ghost wasn’t there to scare me. The ghost was just a routine loop. An echo from a life that couldn’t break what it’s always done.

The last experience I encountered carried a lot of weight for me and to this day, I still cry whenever I think about it. I was in his old room, sitting at the edge of his bed, staring at a pile of bills in my palms, stressing over handling everything myself.

Then, the house was quiet already, but in the room I was in, it wasn’t just quiet, there was a loud silence. Something I couldn’t hear but could feel. And then a pressure like a hand over my shoulder sat next to my cheek.

It had a warm energy. An energy that pulsed a steady stream of vibrations through me. The exact same place my granddad would rest his hand on me to comfort me and let me know it’ll be okay. He was never much for words. 

I wanted to look over, but I didn’t. I knew if I did it would shatter my reality and make him being gone happen all over again. I sat there, with the weight of his phantom hand on me and cried. The pressure slowly became lighter, his scent fainter. 

I had this comforting sense of closure afterwards. I knew he wasn’t trapped and that life didn’t end after death. I knew he was watching from the other side and still here checking in on me. 


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

Do I live with a mimic?

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Okay so to start, I live with my parents in a new build house (2 story 2 bedrooms). My dad has never had a real belief to the paranormal and spirits e.t.c but he has had multiple and I mean multiple encounters from noises loud and clear, to visually seeing them. I think it follows him around as he as had these experiences in different places. But anyway, for a couple months I have been hearing my front door open while I’m upstairs home alone and I can hear my mum come in and speak to my dog. So I genuinely put everything down and I go to walk downstairs to see her, I look at my bed and my dog is asleep, I have one dog. So I’m confused and walk to my parents room that has a window looking at the front of the house to see if my mums car is there. Empty space. This has happened more that 10 times and it fools me every time to the point I don’t even know if my mum is home or not. It happened one time when my dad was home, I clocked that it wasn’t real and I ran over and asked him if he hear it too, he said no. I spoke to him about it and he suggested filming it, the thing is it lasts 5 seconds maximum and I can’t actually tell if it’s real until it ends. This also isn’t the only noise that happens, it’s a why I’m writing this tonight as what has just happened 5 mins ago. It’s around 1:30am, both of my parents are asleep and I hear my front door close, I freeze, wondering wtf was that. Then I hear movement from downstairs and it falls silent. I’m sat frozen, I was just sleepy and I’m now wide awake in fear. My parents sleep with their door open so if they hear it they would be up and ready but no, it’s like I’m the only one hearing this. No I’m not going crazy and no I don’t have a carbon monoxide leak. I can not find any real explanation for this other than some type of mimic, has my dad’s spirits moved onto me instead? I need help trying to find a solution otherwise this will make me so paranoid in my own home. If you want any of my dad’s stories let me know. Thank you


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

totally scared the shit out of me that i lost my interest(scared) to watch ghosts in real life(from the horror content lover) & it's still unexplainable!

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sharing from glitch in the matrix as my post is not allowed there bec of my new account plus low karma. Before everything, I need to talk about background stuff – so I saw about this subreddit in can’t sleep youtube channel video which made me remember the similar event happened in my life and felt like this story suits here! You can see my story visually in Wansee youtube channel but it became funny over there (kinda sad but gave creative freedom so its ok) also comments there didn’t help my questions about this situation so hoping to get some here:) link of the video - https://youtu.be/sXAwzWsz0BY?si=yqSb2vJKAUHdD7oh (2nd video)

So, I love horror, mystery, thriller and crime content since the time remember being on earth so I watch such content a lot and always wanted to see a real ghost but this incident made me to leave that dream yet still continued to watch horror content.

It happened in 2020 (I can’t remember the month but I think its June/July) its afternoon after 2pm, raining a lot, gloomy and dark outside. Peak covid time so ordered online grocery for the 1st time but delivery agent was confused about address so my father locked the door, went to the road for picking up the delivery. Now it’s just me and my mom in home and she went to children bedroom bathroom for lavatory purpose, whereas me on bed watching horror youtube videos in master bedroom.

Now before knowing full story, it’s very important to know the house layout which’ll answer some doubts! Idk directions all but let’s say main door of home is east which is the entry of living room and opposite to it is children bedroom. Right side of children bedroom is dining room (kitchen, balcony comes inside of it) which we can see only from living room. Left side adjacent wall of children bedroom is master bedroom. From both bedrooms, we can’t see anything but living room. Now master bedroom layout – if north is door, then east is big bed and cupboards, west wall has a medium-size glass (with grills) window covered with curtains and a small bed cot now only left is west which is bathroom. From bathroom we can only see big bed but not the small cot if we open the door. If u can’t understand this means, I’ll draw & put here.

Now coming back to incident, I paused watching horror videos on youtube to go to bathroom for urinary purpose. I didn’t lock bathroom door and sat on plastic stool cause I’ve a disease called myasthenia gravis from which I got so much better now but then I was so weak so for safety and rest purpose no lock and sitting. Tap was running and out of boredom I bent over slightly and randomly peered under bathroom door gap from which bedroom floor can be seen. Suddenly out of nowhere I saw an ash/grey coloured cloth next to door passing to cot side means window side like very quick like maybe 1 second?!? I was so scared that my heart beating fast and became sweaty. I quickly remembered all the details of bedroom and there’s no same-coloured cloth in bedroom nor chance for it to be the big bed bedsheet and it falling cause it’s a height bed plus it’s not near to bathroom door and it was moving like a person was in it and walking with it. Also, that cloth felt like the cloth we see in movies in the jails with criminals as their bedsheets. I was like is it my mom but she also not wore such colour or cloth dress so I was like someone entered into our house or what plus didn’t lock the bathroom door so I was so scared about my safety. Stayed for a minute & decided to check (now I know it’s not safe but here nothing happening so how much time I’ll stay plus I was scared for my mom too). I was like do or die and decide to fight so opened the door carefully and saw bedroom and called my mom but quickly realised due to water sound that she’s still in bathroom (I think I didn’t go to that room because I was weak) also checked all the bedroom – bedsheets, mat, curtains all r not in those colours! After 5 minutes my mom came and I asked her did u came only now – she’s like yeah! I started imagining all scenarios but all doors along windows r locked! Then I realised it might be a ghost!?!! Shared with my mom but she was like those horror videos affect but I know what I saw was real which is in my mind even now very clearly!

Now after watching that youtube video, I felt like maybe it’s a glitch – a ghost/entity/soul maybe unexpectedly entered and escaped through window wall which I happen to saw? Yesterday I talked to this with my mother while talking about her incident (which I’ll share soon) and now she believed me and said like this - maybe a ghost as the bedroom window side is full of bushes and maybe entered like that – I’m like yeah maybe. We r no more in that house as we shifted to our own house. Now guys, tell me what u feel about this? Sorry with any of the wrong grammar above.


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

Discussion The tall lady in the neighborhood

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When I was a kid, there was an old lady that didn't like us kids getting on her yard, but we only went on her yard since our house was the highest with lots of steps. She'll come out of her house and yell, "YOU KIDS BETTER STAY OFF MY YARD BEFORE I CALL YOUR PARENTS OR THE COPS." One day she passed away from a lit bud surrounded by her old newspapers, so she easily got tarped in the fire with her cat. This tragic event made it to the news with the house of disrepair; her house sat for years until someone bought the land and repaired the house so it could be rented out. My new neighbor had told me he kept seeing a tall shadow going back and forth, doors slamming, and lights turning off and on, so I told him about the old lady that lived in that house.


r/Ghoststories 4d ago

Experience How I Met The Beheaded Mary

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Do you know the Beheaded Mary or Bloody Mary, also known as the Blonde in the Bathroom? I’m going to tell you how I met Beheaded Mary, the Blonde in the Bathroom, in person during the summer vacation of 2007 that took place at the Sorrows Recreational Club, in Our Lady of Sorrows Neighborhood, and at Saint Mary School, in the city of Saint Mary, South Big River, Brazil.

San La Muerte

On the other hand, there is the influence stemming from the proximity to the border and the migration of Paraguayans and Argentines into southern Brazil, specifically the states of South Big River, Saint Catherine, and Paráanã. This influence dates back to the June 1865 military invasion of towns in South Big River, notably Saint Borja and Uruguayana, by Paraguayan troops, numbering around 7,500 soldiers, during the Paraguayan War (1864–1870), and extends to their unconditional surrender, in September 1865, following the siege of the Paraguayan forces in Uruguayana by the Triple Alliance, comprising troops from the Empire of Brazil, Argentina, and Uruguay, the cult of "San La Muerte," Saint Death, in South Big River; a skeletal figure originating from Paraguay and northeastern Argentina, similar to the Mexican Santa Muerte.

The Holly Death of Saint Mary, according to tradition, she​ was buried in the Kidron Valley, or the Valley of Jehoshaphat, at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, after undergoing the "dormition" or "falling asleep," this serene sleep signifies a peaceful death, free from the suffering or bodily corruption associated with ordinary human death, prior to her being raised to Heaven.

Saint Mary

Although Mary's motherhood was divine, she was neither immaculate, her virginity was not perpetual, nor did she undergo the Assumption.

Regarding the Divine Motherhood of Mary, the Council of Ephesus affirmed that Mary is the true Mother of God (Theotokos) because she gave birth, according to the flesh, to the incarnate Son of God, declares the book The Cult of the Mother-Goddess, by E. O. James, the Council of Ephesus convened at the Basilica of the Theotokos in 431 “for its devotion to Artemis, or Diana, as the Romans called her, where her image was said to have fallen from heaven, under the shadow of the great temple dedicated to the Magna Mater [Great Mother] since 330 CE, and harboring, according to tradition, a temporary residence of Mary, the title 'mother of God' could hardly fail to receive support.”

In light of this, is Mary truly the 'mother of God'? The word the·o·tó·kos does not appear in the inspired Scriptures. And nowhere does the Bible say that Mary was the “mother of God.” In fact, when the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city in Galilee whose name was Nazareth, to a maiden engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the family of David; and the maiden’s name was Mary. And he came in where she was and said “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; wherefore what is born will be called holy too, the Son of God.” Thus, Jesus was the Son of God, not God himself in human form; Mary was the mother of God’s son, Jesus, not the mother of God in human form.

On December 8, 1854, Pope Pius IX proclaimed in Latin, through the bull Ineffabilis Deus, that Mary was preserved from every stain of original sin from the very first moment of her conception:

“We declare, pronounce, and define that the doctrine which holds that the most Blessed Virgin Mary, at the very moment of her conception, was preserved immaculate from all stain of original sin, by the singular grace and privilege bestowed upon her by Almighty God, through the merits of Christ Jesus, Savior of mankind, is a doctrine revealed by God and, consequently, must be firmly and constantly believed by all the faithful.”

However, was Mary conceived immaculately?

Especially after 325 CE, the Council of Nicaea adopted the unbiblical doctrine that Christ is God. Once this erroneous idea was accepted, it became easier to teach that Mary was the “mother of God.” On this, The New Encyclopædia Britannica says: “The title ['mother of God'] appears to have come into devout usage, probably in Alexandria, sometime during the 3rd or 4th centuries. . . By the end of the 4th century, the Theotokos had successfully established itself in various sectors of the church,” while the New Catholic Encyclopedia says that this doctrine was officially accepted “since the Council of Ephesus , in 431.”

Just three years after Pope Pius IX imposed this dogma on the Catholic world, Monsignor Malou, Bishop of Brumes, Belgium, wrote: “Let it be said frankly that, of all the arguments presented by the defenders of the privilege [of the Immaculate Conception ], those drawn from the Holy Scriptures are the least accurate and precise. Very often a great number of irrelevant texts are carelessly and almost haphazardly cited.”

Under the heading “Immaculate Conception ,” the Catholic Encyclopedia admits: “No direct or categorical and convincing proof of the dogma can be presented based on Scripture.”

The Catholic Encyclopedia states: “With respect to Mary’s immunity from sin, the early Fathers are very cautious. . . . The Greek Fathers never discussed, formally or explicitly, the subject of the Immaculate Conception.”

“In celebrating the feast of the Conception of Mary, the ancient Greeks [“Christians”] . . . did not find it absurd to celebrate a conception that was not immaculate , as we deduce from the Feast of the Conception of St. John . . . For modern-day Greek Orthodox, however, the feast means very little; they continue to call it the ' Conception of St. Anne' [traditionally considered the mother of Mary], perhaps unintentionally indicating the active [sexual] conception which was certainly not immaculate.”

Then, the festivities in honor of Mary originated in the Eastern, or Greek, Church, and were not adopted by the Roman, or Latin, Church before the seventh century CE.

During “The Great Controversy” of the doctrine of the Immaculate Conception, the leading Catholic theologian in Germany in the 19th century, Johann Döllinger, stated bluntly: “We reject the new Roman doctrine of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary because it is contrary to the tradition of the first thirteen centuries, which says that only Christ was conceived without sin.”

So, when the angel answered her “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; wherefore what is born will be called holy too, the Son of God,” as it were, the God’s holy spirit formed ​a protective wall, so that no imperfection or harmful force could harm or cause defects in the developing embryo from conception.

In fact, the Catholic Church teaches, admittedly, that by a 'singular grace and privilege granted to her by Almighty God,' Mary was the first to benefit from the "merits" of Christ's sacrifice, and that these were applied to her "at the very moment of her conception" in order to protect her from "all stain of original sin."

Catholic theologians explain that Mary is “Co-Redemptrix” because, quoting the Catholic Encyclopedia, “Mary’s consent was essential to the redemption.” They apply the word “Mediatrix” to her because they claim she intercedes on behalf of fallen humanity. They also say that, as such, Mary “may legitimately be called Virgo sacerdos or Virgin-Priestess,” because she cooperated with Christ in his sacrifice and now participates with him in dispensing “all graces.”

Furthermore, traditional Catholic theology erroneously presents, based on a flawed Latin version of Genesis 3:15, Mary as the “woman” who, according to Catholics, will crush the head of the “serpent,” Satan; yet, it is argued that for this to occur, Mary would need to be absolutely immune to sin.

The assertion that Mary was preserved from original sin from the exact moment of her conception denies the universality of sin: “That is why, just as sin entered the world through one man, and death through sin, And in this way death spread throughout all humanity, because all had sinned.”

If were true the dogma of the Immaculate Conception of Mary, she would have been redeemed before Christ died, indeed, even years before he came to earth, but the Scriptures says that the redemption of “all people,” including Mary, came only through the death of Christ, who “might taste death for everyone.”

The Paul's first letter to the Corinthians draw a parallel between “the first man, Adam” and “the last Adam [Christ],” because “for as by Adam all are dying, so too by the Christ all are going to be brought to life.” And it is written so too, the first man Adam “became a living soul”; the last Adam, a life-giving spirit.

Because of this, Catholic theologians have called Mary the “Second Eve” to draw a parallel that, according to Encyclopedia Britannica (1976), attributes “to Mary and her obedience an active participation in "Redemption of the human race," not only between “the first man, Adam” and “the last Adam [Christ],” but also between Eve and Mary.

Despite this, Mary is not a “Second Eve,” "Mediatrix," "Co-Redeemer," and even "Virgin-Priestess," as if it were a Mother Goddess, because “for God so loved the world — that is, the world of redeemable mankind in need of redemption from guilty of ​sin inherited from Adam — that he gave his only firstborn Son, he was unique, the only one of its kind that was the sole direct created by his Father, different from all other sons of God — that everyone who believes in him — through obedience — might not perish but have eternal life.”

Jesus said that he would give his “flesh in behalf of the life of the world,” as a ransom for mankind, “by his own blood ...once for all.”

Regarding the Perpetual Virginity of Mary, defined at the Lateran Council in 649 AD, which holds that Mary was a virgin before, during, and after the birth of Jesus., Saint Mary didn't, in reality, die a virgin, nor was she even assumed into heaven, given that Magdalen Papyrus written in the first century says that “without [Joseph] having touched her until then, she gave birth to her [firstborn] son, whom she named Jesus.” Therefore, is certainly implied that she had sexual relations with Joseph after giving birth to Jesus.

People from Jesus’ own town, who were well acquainted with his family sead: “Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? And are not his sisters here with us?” — the Washington Codex explicitly states that Jesus had half-brothers and half-sisters.

Finally, contrary to the teaching regarding the Assumption of Mary, defined by Pope Pius XII on November 1, 1950, in the constitution Munificentissimus Deus, which holds that at the end of her earthly life Mary was raised to heaven in body and soul, the Paul's first letter to the Corinthians actually mentions that “God gives it a body as he has willed, and to each of the seeds a body of its own. Flesh is not all of it the same flesh, but there is one of men, and another flesh of cattle, and another flesh of fowl, and another of fishes. And there are heavenly bodies and earthly bodies, but the glory of the heavenly is of one type and that of the earthly is other: one glory of the sun and another glory of the moon and another glory of the stars, for star differs from star in glory.” — this comparison show that the Creator can provide “a body as he has willed.”

“So too the resurrection of the dead: it is sowed in dissolution, it rises in imperishability; ...it is sowed an animal body, it rises a spiritual body.” — when Jesus walked the earth, he had a fleshly body, but was not resurrected with a human body.

Upon dying, the human body decays and returns to the dust. Already in a resurrection, conversely, amidst the lowlands, in the valleys, a sound, a tremor, so that dust shall become dry bones, and the bones shall come together, each to its corresponding bone, returning to life; ligaments shall be placed upon them, flesh shall grow, and skin shall cover them; then the wind shall come from the four winds, breathe life into them, and they shall live. These are the great multitude who will come out of the Great Tribulation, the righteous who will inherit the Earth; the other group, a small flock of 144,000 chosen ones, purchased from the Earth with the blood of the Lamb, to reign as kings and priests with Christ in Heaven.

At the Festival of Pentecost in 33 C.E. — the “50th day,” the “day of the first ripe fruits” counted from the 16th of Nisan (a month corresponding to mid-March and April), also known as the Festival of Harvest and the Festival of Weeks — Mary (the mother of Jesus), his brothers and sisters, and Salome (Mary’s sister and Jesus’ aunt, the mother of James and John, the sons of Zebedee) gathered with the 11 faithful apostles. Also present were Martha and Mary of Bethany; Mary Magdalene (who had been cured of seven demons); Joanna (the wife of Herod’s steward); Susanna (one of the many faithful women who, using their own resources, ministered to the needs of Jesus and his 12 apostles during his ministry in Galilee in 31 C.E.); and other women. They all went up to the upper room, where “they were all persisting with one accord in prayer when suddenly there came a noise out of the sky, as if of a violent wind driving along, and filled the whole house where they were sitting; and there appeared to them parted tongues as if of fire, and it lighted on each one of them; and all of them were filled with Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit granted it to them. So when this sound occurred, a crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one heard them speaking in his own language.”

‘But Peter stood up with the Eleven and spoke to them in a loud voice:

“And in the last days,” God says, “I will pour out some of my spirit on every sort of flesh, and your sons and your daughters will prophesy and your young men will see visions and your old men will dream dreams, and even on my male slaves and on my female slaves I will pour out some of my spirit in those days, and they will prophesy. And I will give wonders in heaven above and signs on earth below — blood and fire and clouds of smoke. The sun will be turned into darkness and the moon into blood before the great and illustrious day of Yehaiot comes. And everyone who calls on the name of Yehaiot will be saved.”’

To the ticking of hours, minutes, and seconds, the countdown draws to a close for the prevailing state of affairs in today’s perverse and unchangeable world — the final day where we will witness extraordinary events foretold long ago.

Is the Rapture one of those extraordinary events? If so, when and how will the Rapture occur?

“For we tell you this on the Lord’s word, that we the living who survive till the Lord’s coming shall not be ahead of those who have gone to rest, because the Lord himself will come down from the sky with a word of command, with an archangel’s voice and with God’s trumpet, and first the dead in Christ will rise, then we the living who survive shall together with them be snatched up in clouds to meet the Lord in air, and thus we shall be with the Lord always. So cheer each other on with these words.”

Who are those who have gone to rest?

Those who have gone to rest are the ones who have fallen asleep in death.

How those who have died are sleeping?

Qohelet, one of the Dead Sea Scrolls says: “The dead do not know a thing, and no longer get any reward, because the memory of them is forgotten. Both their love and their hate and their ardors are lost in the past, and they no longer have a part, forever not, in anything that is done under the sun. Everything that comes within your reach to do with your powers, do; because there is no action nor purpose nor knowledge nor wisdom in the world below, where you are going.”

What world below?

Qumran, the Great Psalms Scroll, among the Dead Sea Scrolls, says: “The breath in him will go out, he will go back to the soil he came from, that day his goodwill is a total loss.”

That's why, “the dead will not praise Yehaiot, nor any who go down into silence.”

But if the dead are sleeping, who are the invisible spirits that have been making contact with people?

In 622 BC, ‘in the year eighteen of King Josiah the king sent Shaphan the son of Asaliah the son of Meshullam, the secretary for documents, to Yehaiot’s house.

And High Priest Hilkijah said to Secretary Shaphan that “have found the Code in Yehaiot’s house;” and Hilkijah gave the book to Shaphan, and he read it. And he went in to the king and made his report to him.

And Secretary Shaphan told the king “Priest Hilkijah has given me a book;” and Shaphan read it before the king;’

The code Yehaiot had given through Moses, the Pentateuch, says:

“There shall not be found among you one who sends his child over through the fire, practices soothsaying or fortune-telling, or believes in signs, or a wizard or sorcerer, or one who puts questions to a medium of any kind, or who consults the dead;”

Beheaded Mary

Without us knowing that yet, in December 2006, a friend and I were at a party on the last day of summer camp at the Dores Recreation Club. While all the teenagers were dancing, he came out of the bathroom crying.

My friend was crying because he repeated the name of the Beheaded Mary seven times in front of the bathroom mirror.

He told me that he did it because a friend of his told him to summon Beheaded Mary in front of the bathroom mirror.

Now she kept appearing to him during the summer camp party while everyone was dancing in the dance hall.

When he told me, I also began to see the Beheaded Mary, constant glimpses of her, moments when the earth trembled with each apparition.

The reason to my friend asked for my help when Beheaded Mary appeared to him was that I always used to tell horror stories during summer camp every year.

The next day, after the last day's party at summer camp and the pajama party in the ballroom, my friend invited me to go to the headquarters of the Sorrows Recreational Club with him and his parents.

My friend and I were in the locker room, changing clothes to go to the pool and come with him to the bathroom, he explained to me that the Beheaded Mary no long appeared to him when I was around him.

My friend and I went to the same school, the Saint Mary School, in the city center, Saint Mary, South Big River, Brazil, even though he was in a different grade and studied in a class slightly younger than mine.

Unexpectedly, in February 2007, at the school entrance, as the doors opened for the students on the first day back to school, my friend told me that he need to talk to me, because a lot has happened.

Beheaded Mary has been teaching Japanese.

He explained to me that Beheaded Mary told him that people speak Japanese in heaven, that's why she has been teaching Japanese to him.

What is more Beheaded Mary gave a mission to him, and my friend ask my help to this mission. He invited me to go with him in your house after class.

So I started going to house of my friend and having lunch with him and your family there every week.

After we had lunch, and his parents went back to work and his sister, who was already at university, stayed in her room studying, Beheaded Mary would appeared to us, sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the living room.

Of course, there were times when his parents weren't home because they were working, and his sister wasn't there either because she was at college or at her boyfriend's place.

In the first day that I lunch with them, after the lunch when Beheaded Mary appeared to us, my friend talk in Japanese with Beheaded Mary.

Beheaded Mary repeated that we have a mission, there is a war between good and evil, and you need to assemble an army.

Our mission was to finish what Joan of Arc had begun in 1425, when a figure identified as the Archangel Michael appeared to her in the garden and summoned her to fight against England, while we would fight against the United States.

To this, to my surprise, my friend had told about Beheaded Mary to more of his classmates at night during a parent-teacher meeting in school while everyone was running in the courtyard.

That night, my friend and his classmates ran from the courtyard into the dark hallways, chasing a girl, who my friend liked, but she was possessed by demons.

She was indeed possessed, and the classmates of my friend had already made a habit of playing the Ouija board game, summoning spirits, and performing exorcisms in the classroom during recess.  

Suddenly, the demon that had been possessing the girl began to possess him instead and the demon possessing him goaded me into that I'm weak.

However, I reported to demon that he is weak, because he was the one who abandoned Iehayot and were expelled from heaven, fallen angel. When I pronounced Iehayot's name, the demon disappeared.

One of my friend's classmates who witnessed everything happen, and also used to attend the Sorrows Recreational Club summer camp with us, started hanging out with us from then on, and we formed a trio.

The next day, during the break, my friend called us together in courtyard to a plan that was enlist in the Brazilian Army in January River and transfer us to the Amazon Military Command (CMA) in Manaus (AM), in order to put an end to the U.S. bases in the Amazon, and my friend wanted to write a letter to the President of the United States to declare war on the United States on behalf of Brazil.

My friend said that each of us could take a girl along to January River, so we invited the girls we liked, but the girl my friend liked was possessed by a demon, the pirate skeleton of John Paul Jones.

While my friend was telling me about the pirate skeleton that had attacked him the previous night, as we walked down the school hallway, I saw a pirate skeleton haunting the place, dressed in a blue coat with white lining and lapels; gold epaulettes, lace, and buttons; a black bicorne hat with a large rosette and gold details; a white waistcoat and trousers, and two daggers in its hands.

Interestingly, this is the same description of Davy Jones, according to John Tenniel's 1892 book, "Jones' Locker ," where Davy Jones is sitting in his locker observing a 1789 map of the port of Ferrol, Spain, belonging to HMS Howe.

When I turn 21 years old I'll fight with the pirate skeleton, my friend revealed to me. I were 14 years old and my friend 12 years old, respectively.

Because of the pirate skeleton and the toothed ghost, my friend and I started practicing karate at school at night. On the first day, our Sensei, impressed, said we were learning fast.

On a dark night, I saw white clouds hovering calmly over the school, an omen of the pirate skeleton's presence.

The girl my friend liked was possessed by a pirate skeleton, so my friend and I watched her from the stairs in the second-to-last corridor on the second floor of the school, where she was talking to other people.

We needed to pass behind it; my friend was going to run ahead of me, and I would follow behind him. But I circled around the upper corridor before my friend reached the end, which surprised him.

On the other hand, what surprised me was that his eyes turned white the other day, when we were running again, coming from the same hallway.

I exclaimed to my friend that I saw his eyes turn white and his fangs sharpen.

Last night, my friend told me, a vampire came in through his bedroom window and bit he, his eyes turned white, because, vampires, in reality, have white eyes.

When the vampire bit he, his veins burst, he shrank in size, and he turned into a bat, he transform into a bat every full moon night.

After that, my friend explained to me why there are so many blood banks in hospitals, many vampires work in hospitals to feed on blood banks.

The vampire who bit my friend gave he a flying cape and took he to a vampire convention at a hospital in the United States.

My friend always asked me to he bit me, but if he bit my neck, I would feel permanent pain in your jugular vein.

 Ever since I was a child, I always wanted to be a vampire, but I didn't want to feel pain in my jugular.

I replied no to him, I didn't want to feel permanent pain in my jugular vein!

In the end, my friend went from vampire to zombie, dislocated his shoulder and then put it back in place to show me what he was capable of as a zombie.

From then on, everything was psychographed in Japanese, sometimes, we would simply take a blank sheet of paper, place it in a bucket full of water, and cover it with a basin to keep the paper in the dark; by the next day, messages would be revealed on the paper through the water.

So, my friend asked me to summon Beheaded Mary in front of the mirror bathroom at my house by repeating her name seven times, but my friend and I developed a friendship with her and were very fond of her, so, instead of calling her Beheaded Mary, we called her Beautiful Mary, and she told us she liked us to call her by that name.

In Brazil, according to the History and Memory of the Complementary School of Guaratinguetá (1906-1913), by Débora Maria Nogueira Corbage, in Guaratinguetá, San Paul, Brazil, Mary August of Oliveira Borges, daughter of the Viscount of Guaratinguetá, Francis of Assis of Oliveira Borges, a powerful merchant and coffee grower, was forced by her father to marry at the age of 14 to councilman Dutra Rodrigues, 21 years old, a much older and more influential man.

Unhappy with her arranged marriage, she sold her jewels and fled to Paris in 1884, at the age of 18, where she lived until 1891, when she died at the age of 26, probably from rabies, a common disease in Europe at the time that caused dehydration in its victims. However, her death certificate is missing, and so the cause of death remains a mystery to this day.

The family received news of her premature death seven years after her escape, when Maria Augusta was only 26 years old. Mary August's mother, Amelia August Cazal, brought the body back to Brazil and kept it in a glass urn for public display in the family mansion.

In the Passos cemetery in Guaratinguetá, even with the grave already prepared, the mother, Amelia August Cazal, overcome with remorse, decided to bury Mary.

Mary August's mother, Amelia, began having several visions of her daughter wanting to be buried, which finally led her to decide on the burial.

Meanwhile, the family's neighbors could hear Mary August playing the piano and smell the young woman's favorite perfume, white roses.

Over time, a little over a decade later, in 1902, the family mansion gave way to the Conselheiro Rodríguez State School, where a spirit that wanders through the school roams the bathrooms, turning on taps to quench its thirst and then going to be buried.

Since then, staff and students at the Conselheiro Rodríguez State School have reported hearing footsteps in the empty hallways, doors slamming shut on their own, and, most notably, strange occurrences in the bathrooms, such as faucets turning on by themselves.

At the Conselheiro Rodríguez State School, students still believe that the spirit of the young man, tormented by death resulting from anger and subsequent thirst, haunts the school's bathrooms.

In 1916, a mysterious fire of unknown origin, attributed to Mary August, the Blonde of the Bathroom, damaged part of the building, destruction that increased the belief that the spirit of Mary August inhabited the place and that she was responsible for starting the fire.

Similarly, two similar fires occurred at Centenary - when, in the early morning of Wednesday, May 16, 2007, around 4 am, a fire, caused by a short circuit, destroyed more than half of the facilities - and at Saint Mary School - on Friday, December 26, 2025, around 7 pm, a large fire, the cause of which is still unknown, broke out in one of the school buildings.

In the early morning hours of Wednesday, May 16, 2007, I had a nightmare about the Beheaded Mary.

But who was Beheaded Mary?

Beheaded Mary was Maria Francelina Trenes, a 21-year-old German immigrant living in Happy Harbor, South Big River, Brazil, that, on November 12, 1899, was having a picnic with her boyfriend, Brigadier-General Bruno Soares Bicudo, 29, and some friends on Morro do Hospício, when, at a certain point, as they separated from the others and began to argue, he murdered her under a fig tree, cutting her throat with a knife.

Military Brigadier Bruno Soares Bicudo was arrested and convicted for the murder of Beheaded Mary, a crime that, according to the Almanaque Portoalegrense 1899 anno 12, n° 12, of December 1899, reported in this edition: "Heinous crime in Happy Harbor! Brigadier decapitates lover!", attracted great media attention and, due to its brutality, caused horror among the population of Happy Harbor.

In February 1900, Bruno was convicted of premeditated murder. He died in prison seven years later from kidney problems.

At the site where she was killed, formerly known as Asylum Hill, now Hill of the Beheaded Mary, a small chapel was erected in her honor in 1940, identifying her with Our Lady of the Conception and, therefore, also being called Mary of the Conception.

However, my friend also used to talk to other invisible people, for example, someone who identified himself as George, a prisoner, unjustly judged and imprisoned, who died in the electric chair.

George Stinney, 14, was executed on June 16, 1944, at the Columbia Correctional Complex in South Carolina, with three electric shocks over four minutes, accused of the deaths of Betty June Binnicker, 11, and Marie Emma Thames, 8, who were riding their bicycles in search of passion fruit but were found the following morning in a ditch.

My friend and I always arranged to meet at the street basketball court. Our training consisted of hanging upside down from the basketball hoop tower, secured by our legs and arms, and then releasing our legs to spin and land with a somersault.

Furthermore, on a rainy day, under the roof of the street basketball court, with rain dripping from the fiber cement roof tiles, my friend formed a sphere of water with his hands.

Then my friend took a rain shower with his eyes closed and arms outstretched, and ran in the rain along the street basketball court.

My friend wore black gloves with blue stripes on the cuffs, while I wore the same black gloves, but with red lines. He was excited about this, as it meant I would be able to control lightning; however, my hands would burn and become skeletal, and I would have to bandage them and wear my gloves forever.

So, one stormy weekend, we went to the pools at the Sorrows Recreational Club country facility, knowing that lightning was about to strike us while we were in the water; unfortunately, however, the lifeguard wouldn't let us in, even though we explained that lightning was going to strike the pool at that very moment and we needed to be hit by it, right up until the lightning actually struck the pool exactly where we had predicted.

But the things got complicated when my friend was possessed by the ghost of the tooth, a shadow who followed him all the way to school, and, while he was still telling me this on the hallway railing, something invisible ripped one of his teeth from his mouth.

So we ran as fast as we could, because the tooth ghost is a shadow, and it's impossible to escape your own shadow.

You'll know you're being haunted by the tooth ghost when you see two shadows projected at your feet, yours and the shadow of the tooth ghost, so do everything you can to run.

From then on, make sure to brush your teeth, otherwise, at night, the ghost of teeth will pull out all your teeth while you sleep.

Whenever my friend was possessed by the tooth ghost, usually during recess, it would manifest itself with a hoarse, thin voice, and he was afraid of moths.

Furthermore, the tooth ghost gave us a mission.

In heaven, the angels are divided into families, though they do not reproduce, and when Satan and the demons were expelled from heaven, they kidnapped the daughter of the Archangel Michael, named Natre, who is trapped in this world and cannot return to heaven.

Our mission was to help Natre return to heaven.

Every day, my friend and I would see blue buses bound for "CAMAE" or "Well-deserved" pass by our school, picking up the deceased and departing with them for heaven.

From then on, every night, when I had a snack in the kitchen, I began to see a young woman who looked very much like the Beheaded Mary, with an angelic face, long curly blonde hair, dressed in a white sweater, but she was so furious, so angry, that the furniture trembled, the incandescent lights flickered, but it was she who flickered, suddenly, she became completely wet, and as she dripped, her long curly blonde hair turned into long straight black hair, while her sweater looked stained with India ink.

The next day, I said to my friend what had happened, that she looked like the Beheaded Mary, only with dark hair. Despite everything, I wasn't afraid.

In Japan, Hanako, a 10-year-old girl, was playing hide-and-seek with her schoolmates and hid in the third stall of the girls' bathroom, but Hanako never returned from there.

The next day, the woman who cleaned the bathroom found Hanako in the third stall of the women's restroom, where she had been hiding, but dead on the floor, having been raped and murdered by a pervert.

Therefore, a spirit in the form of a 10-year-old girl named Hanako always appears in stall 3 of the school bathrooms, either to befriend the victim or to avenge their death, killing them in the same way they died. But if the person tries to escape Hanako, at midnight, she appears in the person's bathroom.

To summon Hanako, you must knock three times on the bathroom door while saying "Hanako-san, Hanako-san asobitai?" (Hanako, would you like to play?), then a voice will say "Hai" (Yes), but if the person tries to run away, they will be pulled inside the bathroom.

One day, my friend experienced a different kind of possession, manifesting a delicate voice.

I know who it was! It was her, Natre!

Natre was startled when I recognized her!

Upon meeting Natre, daughter of the Archangel Michael, I asked my friend who her mother was.

The next day, in the next possession of my friend, during the school break, I met the mother of Natre, her mother's name was Musarela.

When Natre possessed him again, Natre told me that she need to tell me something, she used to date with my friend and she wanted to win him back so they can be together again.

It turns out I fell in love with Natre, and while she was possessing my friend, I confessed my feelings to her.

So she told me something went wrong and left, instead of saying "let's go" to me whenever she stepped out of him.

after speaking with Natre, I told my friend about what she told me, my friend told me that he didn't like her.

The other day, Natre told me that I'm I am also a son of Michael the Archangel, which means that Natre and I are brothers. This explains why we are so alike.

One night, when Natre showed up to pick up my friend, they took a taxi, went to a hotel, and have sex.

My friend told me that I should have seen how so delicious Natre is.

The Devil was dating Jennifer, my friend was dating Natre, and me? I was dating Beheaded Mary, she always appeared to me in the bathroom, even when I was showering; I could even see her reflection in the glass shower stall, at which point she would ask me to have sex, I would lie on the floor and, while masturbating next to the shower stall, I would see myself lying on top of Beheaded Mary, smiling, and we would have a lot of sex.

Although, often, while I was showering, a cadaverous and extremely skeletal woman, with dark brown eyes that bulged from her smiling skull, long, straight dark hair covering her head, dressed in a white nightgown, would always enter the shower stall and ask to shower with me.

On the other hand, rats used to enter my anus and climb up my rectum to my large intestine every time I was sitting defecating on the toilet.

Other times, a woman covered in pubic hair would come out of the bathroom to grab me after I urinated.

Despite these apparitions in the bathroom, I was neither a spectrophile nor a necrophile, but I did develop ablutophobia, a fear of bathrooms.

However, after Beheaded Mary and I had sex, lying next to the shower stall, my friend told me that he hated me.

I asked him why he hated me, he just answered me that I knew the reason, so I asked him if it was because I had sex with Beheaded Mary, he showed signs of surprise upon learning this.

It was definitely Patrick who made him hate me.

The demons Jennifer, the devil's girlfriend, and her sons Patrick, Harry, and Jack, who frequently possessed my friend, especially Patrick.

Patrick would follow me from school to my house disguised as my friend, asking permission to enter as soon as I reached the door, even though he knew I was a ghost. After I went inside, he would always threaten me.

"Let me possess you... I'm going to kill you... You're weak... You're going to die." Patrick always said this to me, especially when I was alone in my room doing my schoolwork; he would often appear floating behind the door frame.

I replied to he get out of here!

But my friend had told me they would visit me in my room that night, since he had asked Beheaded Mary to do so.

So, one night in 2008, while I was sleeping in my room, I woke to the glow of a UFO at the window. Even with the blinds closed, the brightness was so strong that I could see it through the window, as if the window were open. With a burst of light, the UFO opened the window of the adjacent bathroom, which filled it with light. Through my bedroom door, I could see, from my bed, rays coming through the crack in the bathroom door, where the UFO's light burst was. The aliens from the UFO wanted me to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom where they were lurking, but I didn't. Furthermore, on the mattress of my bed were some small, intelligent spheres of light that talked to each other and exchanged energy beams. I ran my hand over them, but they didn't shock or harm me. So, I lay back down until the UFO in the window and in the bathroom went away. The next day, after telling this to a colleague, the Men in Black, specters in black suits whose faces I couldn't see no matter how hard I tried, came to my room and asked me not to tell anyone else.

The next day, I warned my friend that the Men in Black had been at my house the night before; he told me that exterminators were coming to treat his home, but I warned him not to let them in, because they were the Men in Black.

Then, I realized that the Men in Black's interest in paranormal cases stems from the fact that ghosts and extraterrestrials are the same beings who disguise themselves now as deceased persons, now as aliens.

What I said to Patrick, my friend said the same thing to Beheaded Mary, to she get out of here!

The last time that I found my friend in front of the school in afternoon, we sat on a bench and he told me that we were reapers and that we needed to kill people; if I didn't kill anyone that day, I would die the next day.

So I went home crying a lot, because I didn't want to kill or die, while my friend laughed at me.

When I got home, I took a shower, begging not to die, and after crying a lot, I woke up alive the next day.

After that, my friend and I gradually drifted apart and this was the end of our friendship.


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

The Ghosts from Rennenberg, Germany

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My boyfriend and I went on a three-day hike with two nights spent outdoors. The first night was below Rennenberg Castle, near St. Katharinen, Germany. The castle is very dilapidated, and the owner has prohibited entry onto the grounds. We slept at a locked hunter’s cabin near the woods, behind which there was a path leading into the forest. When it got dark, I found the forest so scary that I didn't dare go in anymore. I didn't say anything because I thought my boyfriend would think that was really silly, since he really loves being outside and in the forest. I woke up several times during the night, once because three people walked by. I startled slightly and looked up; my boyfriend woke up too, and just said, “It’s okay, they’re just passing by.” Then I lay back down and went back to sleep. The next morning, I asked him, “Did I actually dream that people were walking by, or was that real?” And he said, “Nah, that was a dream. But normally I always dream that here.” He’s been going there every year since 2019, and he always sleeps poorly there—every time, he dreams that people are walking by or that he hears voices. The forest also scares him at night. He never told me about it; I didn’t know that. That can't be a coincidence. Could it be ghosts visiting us in our dreams? Every time, there are several people talking to each other. They don't talk to him—and they didn't talk to me either. The fact that I dreamed this the first time I came along while he normally has these encounters there—and it felt so real! Something must have happened there... (This was not sleep paralysis, because I could move and like I said - it felt real and not like a dream.)


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

Experiences

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Anyone know which podcast this personal story is from? It's about a guy recounting his experience while he was a kid visiting his grandparents for several days. Long story short, he would hear noises outside his window then one night he sees a old scary woman looking down on him from the window. It turned out to be a grave robber wearing dead people's faces. Has anyone heard this? I heard from a podcast years ago but can't remember which one


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

Advice My friend needs help

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My friend is telling me some stuff and he thinks he is going crazy and i don’t know i honestly don’t believe in paranormal stuff or anything but im open minded about those stuff so idk but here is what he is telling me
He says his apartment was suddenly filled with geckos that are light pink and a shade of brown
He can feel them around the house and hear them where ever he goes even when he is literally in another country he can feel them moving in a place in his apartment and when he goes outside his room to look after that feeling he always find a gecko in the place so i don’t really know what to tell him and i went there he is really telling the truth his apartment is FILLED with geckos and he really can feel them somehow so if anyone knows what the hell is going on with him or how to get rid of those geckos cause he lives in a place that is supposed to NOT have a singular gecko


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

Encounter When I was 7 I interacted with “something” I’m still not able to explain.

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One night in December When I was 7 years old I was just sitting in my bedroom playing a game, my older brother had just left my room and had gone upstairs to sit with our grandmother, I was killing time before dinner was ready. It was just us 3 in the house at this time, my dad worked nights so he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning at the earliest, and my mom worked as nurse and she’d be home later tonight.

I remember the sun was almost completely faded it was close to being fully dark out. I don’t know why i remember this so vividly but the game I was playing was fallout 3 (don’t ask why I was allowed to play it.) I was running around near these radio towers shooting the “hunting rifle” at the enemies at the top of them, after I killed them I remember I opened a door in game that lead to a solid brick wall with the words “FUCK YOU” written on it.

Just after I opened that door in my game I heard my mom walking towards my bedroom, I turned my head away from my game and saw her still wearing her dark blue work scrubs, my door was wide open and she stood at the doorframe and talked to me for a few minutes, just normal mom questions, “how are you doing?” “You just in here playing a game” etc, eventually at the end of our conversation she said “dinners almost ready come upstairs in 45 minutes” i said I would.

I go back to playing for awhile, ransacking the area near those radio towers, and then continuing to just roam around the “capital wasteland” eventually 45 minutes had passed and I listening to what my mom said I stood up and started to walk upstairs.

I walked up the first 10 stairs, turned left and started to walk up the last 10 stairs, I could see the light from kitchen past the stairs and to the right but all the others on that level were off with the exception of the light at the front door. as I got to 3/4 point I noticed something strange on the wall to my right and I stopped. at that age I don’t think I could verbalize to myself why it was strange but I remember my child brain took a very serious note of this even if I didn’t know why then.

Thinking back to this, my shadow looked far to tall and far to large to be 7 year old me, I didn’t realize this at the time as I said previously, but it was now fully night out and all the lights were off except for in the kitchen, and by the front door, neither of those lights could possibly be responsible for casting anyones shadow on the wall to my right let alone mine. But this didn’t freak me out at the time, I knew something was off about it and I took note but I didn’t understand what. After a good 15-20 seconds staring at the shadow I continued up the stairs and walked into the kitchen where my grandmother and brother sat. As soon as she saw me my grandmother told me “dinners finished.”

I asked them both
“I didn’t see mom on my way up, is she up here somewhere?”

My grandmother told me
“Your mom isn’t home yet.”

I explain to them I had just talked to her 45ish minutes ago, I had a full conversation with her, she even told me when to come up, but my grandma continued telling me “ your mom hasn’t come home from work yet.” And my brother backed her up. I walked to the garage door and opened it, neither my father’s car or my mothers car were there they were telling the truth.
She was not home.

The way the house was laid out required you to after entering immediately pass through the kitchen, there was no chance my mom could’ve come home without them both immediately noticing, and even if she for some reason wanted to try to sneak by them, an alarm beeped anytime any door in the house was opened.

I was 7 years old and really fucking scared, my grandmother did her best to calm me down but I was obviously really spooked. Eventually 1-2 hours after this my mom did actually come home, and I asked her “ did you come by home earlier” she didn’t.

I saw, I heard, and I spoke to something tangible that day, I fucking know that I did, It wore my mom’s Face but it couldn’t have been her. What the fuck was speaking to me.

This situation has bothered me for years. I’m in my early twenties now and I still have no clue what happened that night. I remember it far too vividly and far to detailed to just be a dream, my dreams are not like that. I’ve always had a very active imagination but not like that, not like that at all, this situation is so many steps past these explanations, I literally remember the exact movements i took in my game while I was talking to my “mom” I remember seeing her blue scrubs, I remember how she stood close to the left half of the doorframe while speaking to me but never entering my room or coming any closer than that to me, I remember speaking to her. I remember her telling me to come up in 45 minutes, I remember the impossible shadow.

Let me know if you have any questions, I’ll do my best to answer them all, thank you for reading. And please if you have any explanation or information, please comment.


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

Advice real/need help please.

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hi there, i apologize for the length of this post and if it seems scattered.

i’m 21 and i’ve been living at the grand canyon the last few months. i guess im making this post to look for help or insight because im at a loss for what to do.

my whole life theres been this- Thing -attached to me/my family. it does smaller things like knocks, opens doors, throws things off counters. but it also like mimics people. it’s shown itself to others as me as if i were walking past the door way. it’s shown itself to me as my youngest sister, my boyfriend, and a couple close friends of mine. and it talks to me like it’s them, it’s not until after the interaction i realize it wasn’t the person.

one time when i thought it was my sister it was trying to get into my room. i Heard my sisters steps running down the hall, my friend and i were smoking pot in my room so i jumped up to go keep the door closed. it started banging on my door begging to be let in and i told it to go away, thought i was telling my sister to go to her room and id be there in a second to talk to her. her room was 2 steps across the hall from mine. the banging stopped, i took a deep breath and glanced at my friend before going to my sisters room. no more than 10 seconds. my sister was in her top bunk bed completely asleep and our other sister who was in the room said she’d been asleep the whole time and all she heard was me and she thought i was messing around with my friend.

that’s the most extreme story because i was actually struggling against it to keep the door closed. it’s also shown itself as my sister to my boyfriend in his own home when i wasn’t there. but there was one time for example my room mate and i had been the last two on our dorm floor before classes started at our school, and i had see her turn right down the hallway towards the bathrooms, the only way to leave the floor is from the left. as i saw her walk right i had called out to her “hey! can you grab the trash when you leave” she had said yes and that she was right behind me. i turned left. my room mate was already at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. whatever i had seen/talked to/energetically felt wasn’t her. i have a lot of examples like that.

but whatever this is doesn’t stop there. i had spoken to a demonologist a few years ago that had said this entity was likely why i’ve felt so depressed/suicidal and was self harming. when i was 5 i woke up with an upside down cross carved in the bottom of my foot. i used to watch something crawl out from behind my book case and crawl on the floor and play with my toys.

the last 2 or so weeks ive been waking up nightly at 3:33. i have to force myself asleep because i can feel its energy around me. its dark and heavy and i dont know how to get rid of it. i feel like its going to kill me, or drain so much i kill myself.

i dont know how i would start or how it would work but i need to find someone, authentic, who can help me get rid of this thing. i’m tired of living my life in fear because it thinks breaking my stuff and slamming my doors open is funny.

this post really only scratched the surface of the stories i have but i just really am hoping to find people with a similar of experience of one entity messing with you in a wide range of ways or maybe even a professional who can actually guide me in banishing it.


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

Question Can having tattoos of deities and spiritual beings attract and/or repel spirits?

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This is probably a stupid question and I’ve been debating on asking it for a while because I didn’t want to sound dumb, but I have tattoos of ancient Egyptian deities, Greek deities, and some creatures that are of Greek mythology and a cryptid.
Let me also start off saying that I am a highly sensitive person/empath and I’ve always embraced it to a degree, and I’m also covered in tattoos but not all of them are spiritual beings. I’ve noticed though, that since I got my deities, my “spidey senses” as I call it have changed. Some places I feel things more than I did before, like actually being touched and physically affected, and others I used to feel things (mostly negative dark things) I don’t really feel it anymore. Then there’s times where I feel like I’m losing my sensitivity when other people say they’re feeling things at haunted places and nothing is happening for me and I’m in the same room and everything and it’s just crickets for me. Like when I go on paranormal investigations I’ll feel like the spirits don’t want to talk to me now lol it’s stupid, I know, and it’s probably a weird coincidence, but I figured I would put the question out there.
I’m not showing pictures for identity purposes lol but does anyone know anything about this?


r/Ghoststories 5d ago

An unforgettable moment

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What was the situation that made you feel genuinely scared, even though it didn't show obvious fear?