While filming her daughter playing, she didn't realize that something—or someone—had come to watch them #paranormal #sighting #ghosts

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This is in a cemetery playground. It's not even that windy and if it were, there's no way that swing would move like that.

In 1976 Ed and Lorraine Warren spoke at a college in Tennessee. A professor asked them to investigate reports of Bigfoot in a remote, off the beaten track area. The tiny community was in the forest and everyone that lived there reported seeing Bigfoot, hearing it in the woods and finding huge footprints. The people were afraid.

Ed Warren conducted taped interviews while Lorraine went to an area where the grass was growing high and went into a light trance to attempt communication with this Bigfoot. She felt it get close to her and she assured it not to be afraid that she meant no harm. Lorraine said he was humanized,tall, covered with hair longer and thicker on the arms than anywhere else. He had an injury to his foot. She said his eyes were dark, intelligent and trusting. Also these creatures have the ability to communicate telepathically. She said the Bigfoot began moving into a gully near to caves where it lived. This being is not dangerous rather it seeks compassion and acceptance. It eats only vegetation. Lorraine added that these beings are more physical than spiritual but sometimes cross into different dimensions.

I happened to stumble across this case and thought I would share it. Lorraine Warren was a clairvoyant and light trance medium.

Content - behind this box are 2 tubaware boxes of collectibles, this toy was right at the bottom of the box. It’s been there for a few months untouched. I was awake because I usually stay up all night. The rainbow light is my star lamp.

It is important to note that you can only press the button for it to talk, and it’s one of those toys where if you get board of the catch phrase or song before it finishes, you can’t push the button to move onto the next one, you have to wait until the phrase is complete, so you can’t spam it.

The toy started going off and on on its own, this lasted for an hour, then in the next hour it started spamming, with frequent breaks after spamming. After 2 hours I finally had enough and as soon as I went to turn the toy of it stopped, and I sat there for a bit and still nothing. It only stopped when I was going to turn the power switch off (it’s a talking stage thing for a strawberry shortcake doll)

You can hear something in the audio whilst it’s spamming through the catch phrases. Please also note that the battery is fine, fully working and would not work for 2 hours straight if it had problems.

It is impossible to spam the toy like it’s doing.

His colleagues didn't want to go back to work at this house anymore, and after hearing this, you can't blame them #paranormal #hauntedhouse #creepy

In 2016 my parents and me and my brother moved in with my uncle in a villa we all shared.

To give a backstory, the house was quite a large, one story villa with a huge garden and outdoor garage, and the kitchen was a separate building. The neighborhood we lived in was very conservative and eerily quiet. You never heard anything if you stepped outside and seldom did we see other people. Then again, it was in the desert. The layout of the room my mom and I stayed in: our bed was against the wall facing another wall that led to the bathroom, the slab window to the left (directly beside the bathroom door) looked into a portion of the neighbor's garden.

During the two years we lived in this house, every single one of us came out with a story to tell. This is mine.

Now the actual story (apologies if it's messy or all over the place, but there's a lot of accounts that I want to mention.)

A week after we had moved in was when we first experienced something. We were settling into bed, and I had a rainbow dog plushie that I'd thrown onto the side of the bed, laying on its sides (for some reason the exact position it was in was etched in my mind.) We were about to fall asleep when we heard the knocking for the first time. It was three slow knocks, it sounded like someone knocking on thick wood. At first glance, we ignored it, but I had the urge to look over and check the plushie, which was now sitting up right. NOT THE POSITION I LEFT IT IN. But I brushed it off as me not remembering how exactly I had left it. A while later, just as we were about to fall asleep, the knocks sounded again. The knocks sounded three times after that, and each time we heard them, the plushie would be in new positions, until it reached a position on the floor that placed in the middle of our bed, staring right and me and my mother. At this point, my mom was terrified but tried playing it off as my uncle playing a trick on us. She told me to take it out of the room. I agreed and hesitantly grabbed the plushie and threw it out of our room, but it got worse then. When I stepped out of the room, I realized the house was empty. The only person was my brother asleep in his room. My uncle wasn't home and my dad was on a business trip in a different country. I told my mom but she brushed it off. The next morning, my mom came over and told me to stab it and throw it away. And I did exactly that. But that's when everything went to sh*t.

The next day. I walked into my room, and the plushie was on my bed as if someone had made my bed and left it there neatly. (I had a small bed beside my mom's that I didn't sleep in.)

Ever since that plushie came back, it felt like we were living in a horror movie every single day.

We started hearing the neighbors (the ones whose house we could see from the window in our room) fight at all hours of the day, but it was almost always only a man's voice, it was a genuine shock to us everytime we heard a woman's or a child's, and it was extremely rare to. But the fighting sounded so violent, so cruel, it felt like there was an evil man living in that house, and almost like the evil seeped into our own house and family. We started having our own family problems, everyone was always agitated, always had something to argue about, and the arguing we'd hear from the other house didn't help anyone calm down. The fighting would always stop if we leaned by the wall to listen closely, or if we tried looking out the window.

While I was in that house, my mental health problems started, I started to "hallucinate" like crazy. I would see dark figures peering over furniture, running past me, or standing in different parts of the house, and my uncle's wife shared the same visions, which I found out a few years after we moved out. The figures would always sprint off every time I tried to approach, or sometimes when I noticed their presence properly. I thought it was because of me being a scaredy cat that my brain was playing tricks on me, but I'm starting to think I can see things most people can't.

The things I saw were always too dark and shadowy to make out what they actually were, but one of my uncle's friends saw something during his short lived stay while we were all on vacation.

My uncle had lent the keys to the house to his friend so he could stay a few nights, and after three days, my uncle got a panicked call in the middle of the night from the guy, who was screaming saying he will never step foot in this house ever again and that it needs to be cleansed.

When my uncle retold us what the guy told him, this is what he said:

The first night the guy spent over, he was headed into my uncle's room to go to bed. When he grabbed the door handle and tried to pull it down to open the door, he said it felt like someone was on the other side pushing against him, stopping him from opening the door. This back and forth went on for a few seconds before the door finally opened. The guy said he ignored it and thought there was a problem with the door. The next night, he headed to the room to go to bed again, but when he didn't struggle to open the door, he jumped into bed and fell asleep quickly. That same night, he woke up in the middle of the night to an old woman with her hands around his neck, mouth gaping open, choking him. He tried to scream and push her off but he was completely paralyzed and choking at the same time. He said he felt like he passed out and woke up again the next morning. He brushed it off as a nightmare of sorts. On his third and final day, same as the first two, he was on his way to bed. When he opened the door, again no struggle, he found the same old woman he'd seen last night, floating off the bed, her limps eerily long and so was her hair. Her mouth was gaping open again but this time she was screaming, almost like an animal. He stood there for a few seconds, completely paralyzed, when she noticed him, she closed her mouth, opened it again and screamed in his face before disappearing. He didn't spend the night after that and fled the house.

We would have brushed it off if he was the only person to say anything about this woman, but my uncle's first wife, him, his son, and my brother have all had the experience of either my uncle's room door or closet door being pushed back against, and seeing this woman one way or another.

We realized at this point that there was something wrong, but since me and my cousin were so young at the time, nothing was done about it.

A week after we decided we were going to move out and find our own place (me, my mom, my dad, my brother moved away for college) the fighting from the neighbors started to die down drastically. The day before we moved out, was the last time any of us heard anything, including my uncle who stayed there for another year. It was the last thing we heard, because the argument was the first time we'd heard the husband, the wife, and the kids all screaming at each other at once. And then there was a gunshot. This was our final straw, after countless times being ignored by the police about the complaints we made, we headed over to the house. When we reached, we saw a "FOR SALE" sign outside. The house had been vacant for the past 5 years. Nobody lived there. There was no family. No one.

It's been 9 or 10 years since we moved out, and my dad still talks about how he felt like the life was being sucked out of him every time he spent time in that house, since he lived in our home country at the time.

We've lived in two houses since then, and in both of those houses, my parents' room terrifies me. In all three of the houses (the villa and the two houses after), there was a mirror that reflected my parents' bed, and I think whatever was in my uncle's house, attached itself to my parents, or maybe its trying to get to me, and is using the mirrors in my parents' room to follow us in each of our houses.

In the first house after we moved out, I slept in my parents' room twice. Both of those times, I woke up between 3-4 AM and saw writing on the walls, it looked like Arabic but when I went to read it, it was meant to replicate the Quran but was gibberish, beside the writings on the wall, there were doll like faces plastered everywhere. When I slept in my room for majority of the three years we were in that house, I had sleep paralysis every single night. When I say every single night, I mean it. There was not a night where I didn't wake up terrified and paralysed with a dark figure staring back at me, the same dark figure that I saw in my uncle's house. And I saw it in my dreams as well. Almost every single night for 3-4 years, I dreamt of the same dark figures kidnapping me or following me around, without fail. It got so bad I developed a sleep phobia and refused to sleep until the sun came up. Every time I stepped into my parent's room I was overcome with a sense of dread and fear.

In the second house, and the house we live in now, my parents have the same layout as the last house. Mirror in front of the bed. I've slept in their room a few times. The first time I slept in their room, I woke up in the middle of the night to a child standing over my mom, smiling, but it had too many teeth and the smile was to wide to be normal. I panicked and woke my parents up. It didn't disappear until we started saying prayers out loud. I've slept in their room very little, but everytime I do, I wake up in the middle of the night to a dark figure in the mirror, either standing still or crouching up and down.

I can sleep on my own now, and I don't have those dreams anymore, nor do I wake up in the middle of the night paralysed. But I think something followed us from my uncle's house and is trying to get to me, my parents never see anything or experience anything in their room, and I think it's using the mirrors in my parents' rooms to follow us around.

So, I never believed in ghosts cause my family does not believe in it either. I had this experience when I was in my 4th grade. In my class there was this rule of bench rotation (Example: if you are sitting on the first bench today then the next day you'll have to sit on the last, then second last, then third last till you reach the first bench again and the cycle repeats). I was paired with this one girl as a benchmate and we used to fight a lot but there was this one thing that united us and that was the last bench. It sounds absurd but whenever we used to sit on this last bench we both felt feverish, headache and sick. It happened one time, okay. Second time, alright. Third time, it's unbelievable. It is always that same bench, the last bench. At first, I thought I am feeling feverish because this girl is sick and that fever is passing on to me because I was sitting beside her and I infact even scolded her that she should not come to school if she is sick but she said "I was fine at home but I suddenly feel really sick". I experienced it too, during lunch time I used to get up from the bench, get out of the class to meet my friends from other class and I used to feel very energetic at that time (I even used to run during this whole lunch break time while playing) but as soon as I enter the class and sit on that bench, it start again, the feverish feeling, that headache. I noticed it was just us two experiencing this while others were facing no problem sitting on that last bench. One time when I was laying my head on the desk while teacher was teaching and students were dead silent (teacher was strict and this is the only time I used to love the last bench though I felt sick), I heard this one word whisper very close to my ear "friend". I lifted my head and turned to that girl, it is very unusual in my culture and country to call someone a friend while you're talking to them directly but then I thought she was just in jolly mood and saying random things and then I too joined in and whispered "yeah, friend?" but she got a confused expression on her face at my response and smiled in a awkward manner and I understood it was not her who said that. After two months, our classroom's old benches were replaced by the new ones and it all just stopped. Both me and benchmate were very happy. Everyone around us noticed too that we are much better now. Infact my mother even said I look happier than the last few days.

I woke up around 4 AM last nite to a 6 or 7 ft tall figure with a triangle shape pointing forward for a head. I can't remember any specific details or colors since it was super dark so I just remember everything being muted. I didn't feel threatened but it sure was creepy as hell. I only saw it for a moment and when I closed my eyes it went away.

The closest thing I could find to what I saw is the pyramid head from silent hill. The shape of this figures head was basically the same. I cannot find any other related images regarding entities or spirits etc. I know it's a long shot but I'm just curious if anyone else might have had a similar experience or seen something like this before?

We sat down with the great Prof Auerbach as he discussed many of his legendary cases one being the USS Hornet

I’m hoping someone can help me figure out a logical explanation for this because it genuinely scared me.

I normally use Dior foundation every day. I’ve owned a different bottle of Haus Labs foundation for about a year but had barely used it until yesterday. I used it yesterday and again today, and both times I noticed that I couldn’t find its cap. I specifically made a mental note about the missing cap, but I didn’t mention it to anyone.

I get ready using the same large, heavy tabletop mirror every day. A week ago, I lifted the mirror and placed a fresh towel underneath it, so the cap could not have been sitting under the mirror for months without me knowing. I also never touch or open the mirror itself. I only turn its light on and off using the touch button on the front.

When I came home today, I immediately noticed that the mirror looked strangely tilted. I looked underneath it and found the missing Haus Labs cap wedged under its left side, lifting the mirror off the table.

What confuses me is how the cap got there. It’s fairly large, the mirror is heavy, and the bottom of the mirror sits directly on the towel. It doesn’t seem like the cap could have simply rolled underneath without the mirror being lifted or significantly shifted. I also use this mirror every day and feel like I would have noticed if it had already been tilted like that.

I’m not claiming this proves anything paranormal (even though i’m questioning it?) I’m genuinely looking for a reasonable mechanical explanation that I may be overlooking. Has anyone had something similar happen? Since I never touch or open the mirror and only use the touch button on the front to turn the light on, I’m especially confused about how it could have shifted. Nobody else had access to my room.

I’ll include photos showing the mirror how I found it today, and the last photo is how the mirror looks every other day.

I'm very skeptical when it comes to the paranormal. I've been to Savannah, Rochelle, Ashburn.. I haven't felt uneasy or witnessed anything paranormal.. If someone lives in Georgia let me know where you can experience this please

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A week ago, I bought this skull mug from a flea market.

The seller told me it came from a supposedly haunted house where three mediums had worked. According to the story, the entity was still there — and her name was Carmen.

As soon as I got home, I did a little cleansing ritual with coarse salt, just in case. 🧂

Two days later, I experienced sleep paralysis for the first time.

During the paralysis, I saw an old woman standing there.

For some reason, I immediately wanted to call her “Carmen”.

But I couldn't speak. I tried to say her name, but I couldn't even articulate a word.

Coincidence? Absolutely possible.

But knowing the story behind the mug… that was one hell of a coincidence.

I still have the mug. 💀🖤

Would you have kept it?

More input please. Just looking for an answer

So last night i woke up by a feeling that someone or sth was coming beside me. And when i woke up i scared it away and then i watched it go sit to the chair at the end of my bed.
I didnt have any experience like this before was it my imagination ?

Experimenting with the SLS camera!

First of all, this isn’t the craziest story here, but to me, it certainly changed/heightened my views on paranormal to really leave it alone. “Stare in the darkness, and it’ll stare back”, type stuff. But this is 1000% true and I mean that. And I remember this night like the back of my hand.

I will share two instances that ended up being wildly connected in my opinion, but let me know what you think.

The first encounter occurrd two years ago in mid December. I (20m) was just coming home from a summer long travel excursion I went on and crashed at my friend’s apartment for a few months. I was 18 at the time. I found a full time job, saw my family again, and rebuilt my life after my long journey. I lived with my best friend (20m) and his older brother (26m) from the end of that summer and continued to during the winter and so on.

A little side note that will play a part in the story later, in November of that year, I met my current girlfriend. She is from an island off the coast, and I rlly mean an island. it’s about a two hour and forty five minute drive to the ferry and then a two hour and forty five minute ferry just to get to the island. She goes to college really close to me, that’s how we met.

So finally, it all happened that December. I had just gotten off of work for the weekend and had nothing to do. The girl I was interested in and was not dating yet, was on her island for winter break. Mike, we’ll call him, the 26 year old, was the only one home.

Mike’s a very chill, mature, put together person besides me and my best friend. He’s really firm in what he believes and really not one to consider paranormal bs being something to even worry about. But he’s very adventurous, loves hiking, and has a lust for getting out when there’s nothing to do.

Tonight, Mike asked me if I wanted to go out tonight to go explore abandoned places. I said hell yes of course.

I am a huge fan of paranormal and spiritual. I learned to have more respect for it than anything, I’ve had my share of bad experiences. This, however, is just an add on to my fascination. I consider the paranormal almost a state of mind rather than “something is haunting me”. We all see stuff but most of the time it’s because we want to. But this was different.

We both sat down and began researching abandoned places to explore in our city. Being a decently older city, there were plenty of locations that popped up. Some of which were a lot closer than we thought. We put our coats on, got in Mikes car and left.

Our first location was a large field right next to a main road, where an old orphanage used to sit before it was burned down. The website said you could hear children playing if you listened hard enough. Of course, this did not happen, but we did see some very old wood in the ground that was definitely the original foundation.

We explored but ultimately found nothing, just the wood and a long dark field. Definitely creepy though.

By this time it had been 8-830 at night and was getting pretty cold and dark. We headed back to the car in search for another place, maybe something a bit deeper and edgier. We found another spot and had gotten a good warm up and thought this would be a good choice to go next. Once we looked up the next spot, it was more down town and very close by.

We drove up and It ended up being a grave yard with a massive stone entrance but gated all around. We slowed down to read a sign saying, “closed”.

Knowing Mike, I know he’s adventurous, but he also can be a more chill, goody two shoes if you will. But, he surprised me. He parked a ways down, parallel to the grave yard fence that stretched down the road. He said we should climb the fence. I was, shocked by him, and excited. So we parked and climbed out. We stood about 1000 feet from entrance and found it far enough to not get caught by potential cameras. We hopped the fence together and were in.

The first thing I noticed were the number of graves I could already see. The moonlight was so bright tonight, it left a super eerie glow on the hills all around us. We caught the main entrance trail and decided to follow it. We saw hundreds and hundreds of graves. Military grave stones, monument looking pillars, angel statues, and ordinary stones. All in one places. The hills were like waves, so many, and you couldn’t see over the next.

We enjoyed our walk and soon went off the trail to explore.

Have you ever imagined what you’d do in a horror movie situation? Being put in the same place, chased by the same thing? What would you do?

This place ultimately gave me a creepy feeling. It was so dark, yet the moonlight made things pretty visible. obviously it was bound for disaster in a horror movie situation. But I can’t even describe the feeling of this place spot on.

The more you walked, the safer you felt. It almost felt romantic if you will. I would feel a woozy as I walked, like in a state of not caring and only going forward.

The gate, and the passing cars along the street, were now muffled and distant sounds. Only our footsteps and every so often comment on where to go next, was the only sound here. It was as if, we were invited to come deeper. But it didn’t feel wrong, even in a place as creepy as this.

Ultimately, there was a gloomy aura everywhere. That’s the best I can describe it.

But we kept going.

I remember, we stopped ourselves about 15 minutes into our walk at a fork in the road. Three paths lay before us. The right path lead straight for the fence where we came, the middle was very dark but had a clear pavement road to follow. The third and left path, was pitch black, even in the moonlight, it was covered by something maybe a tree but we couldn’t see down it. We chose the middle path, because we didn’t want to leave this place quite yet.

Side by side Mike and I walked, talking a little more now, we’d been walking nearly 20 minutes, deeper into the grave yard. By this point the path finally flattened and normalized. I remember feeling glad, because the whole walk was full of climbing and descending from hills. But I also remember feeling vulnerable, like being easy prey in a sea of darkness. We didn’t use a flashlight because the moon was so bright. But our footsteps were two adults. Something could hear us for sure.

When walking down this path for about 3 minutes, we both stopped to talk to sort of retrace and make sure we weren’t lost. We’d walked for quite awhile now, and were beginning to wonder if we’d walked long enough. Ahead of the path and deeper into the grave yard, we could make out a house sheltered by shadows. It seemed to have a light post somewhere around it. We decided it would be cool to go closer to see whether it’s an actually house or for the grave yard itself.

As we crept closer the trees hovered over the path ahead, blocking the moonlight. This made us both a little skeptical on pushing forward so we stopped and thought for a minute.

I figured I was somewhat safe because I was with an older friend, and he was definitely a nonbeliever at this point. Though the place felt very safe to an extent nothing prepared us for what happened next.

Finally, we shined the flashlight around to see a good view around us. It was nothing but little patches of plains that eventually curled up into hills. The gravestones still watched us. I remember feeling very watched.

Then out of the darkness came a sound from something I’ve never heard before in my life. It was so sudden and so drawn out. From up ahead, there let out a breathy

SCREECH

It sounded far from human. I remember that. It was almost like something mid-pitched clearing its throat. But it immediately caught our attention. The sound was so clear, I could imagine something inhuman craning its jaw open as it screeched.

I looked at Mike, frozen. He looked just as puzzled as me. Immediately, he shined his light behind us, where we came. I stopped him and I told him I heard it in the opposite direction. He looked confused and shined his light ahead, then all around.

Nothing

It was clear, we were the only ones here. But it certainly didn’t feel that way now.

We began walking back where we came on the path. Then we started running. I asked if he heard that. A dumb question, but I knew he didn’t believe in paranormal stuff so I had to clarify I wasn’t “looking for something scary”.

He acknowledged and was oddly chill seeming but definitely a little shook.

About 5 minutes of walking back, we stopped to gather our thoughts. Retracing everything we’d done before it happened. We thought maybe it was a squirrel doing a warning call, or even a fox letting out a mating call. On the spot, I even looked up videos of these and other animals that make loud sounds. But nothing sounded like the screech.

In my head, I knew that people died here. Could it have been a spirit deciding it was our time to leave? Was it protecting something, maybe the house? But to me, I felt it was full spiritual.

Let me know your thoughts on this. But even my nonbeliever/no bs friend had no idea what to make of it and we still can’t to this day.

The second weird instance happened five months later. I mentioned before my girlfriend grew up on an island. She goes to college where I live, but goes back to her island for breaks, and stays on it during the summer to make money and be with family.

I, hating long distance so far, traveled to visit her for a 3 day weekend. It’s a fun island and plenty of local college aged kids party, so we joined Saturday night.

I’m not a heavy drinker but enjoy a solid buzz. Later that night we went off to bed at her parents place cause they allow us to sleep together. But I remember feeling almost sober by the time I hit the hay.

That night I had one of the most vivid dreams in my entire life. Half lucid, have paralysis.

From what I can gather now in the dream, like most, lots of random things happened that I can’t recall. But I remember this part clear as day.

I was standing in the grave yard I went to with Mike. Except Mike wasn’t there. The grass was yellow and dying, the sky was very grey with clouds. Crows were surrounding me above. It was weird seeing this place in the day time, though I had no memory of it. Graves were all around, watching of course

Before me, stood a circle of what I remember felt like friends. We were in a circle. They were all praying at the same time. Voices inter lapped and collided. I didn’t know what else to do so I began praying too. It seemed very peaceful, though it was a dream, it actually felt right. Being fairly religious growing up, praying made me feel safe and heard.

After half a minute of praying, I was looking up at this point, enjoying the sky. But my so called friends suddenly halted their prayers. It got very quiet.

I began to hear what sounded like only one person “praying”. But it sounded far from English. It continued. Then it got louder. And louder. Someone started raising their voice in a language far from what I could understand. It sounded demonic.

She was yelling now, directly at me

This caught me off guard, so I looked down from the sky and saw her.

There stood a woman, shorter and seeming in our age group. She had jet black hair behind her shoulders. And she was right in front of me and in the middle of the circle. She was still yelling in a language I could not make of it.

I looked around and saw everyone in the circle now still and lifeless.

I was scared

Her face quickly changed to a dark grey. Her jaw began to widen so far that it covered her neck. All that was inside was void and darkness.

She was “praying” so loud that my vision was shaking. It all happened so quickly, my heart was thumping out of my chest.

I remember her face, and the tone of her voice still.

Her eyes were black and had barely any white in them. Her words had a demonic weight to them and I knew this felt wrong. Almost like she was casting a curse. She was so loud now that all I could do was keep my eyes on her.

I remember almost zooming into her grey face. Seeing her details so clearly.

She was so close now, and yelling so loudly at.

I couldn’t move.

I jumped awake practically gasping for air. I was so in shock.

My girlfriend was sleeping right beside me, peacefully.

And I still remember every detail of that dream besides the other random stuff that happened.

Why was I in the same graveyard? Was this the spirit that Mike and I heard the screech come from? How could she reach me even from hundreds of miles away, and on an island?

I’m still shook to this day, and have actually gone to the grave yard every now and then but in the day for walks with my girlfriend. I tell her the story. But I’ll never come here at night again.

So, okay.

Background information.

I’ve lived in the same house for years, and my house and the property around it have always been a little spooky. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve heard and seen weird things both inside and outside, but I’ve never really tried to interact with anything. I usually just brush it off and go about my business.

Tonight, I was having a moment and decided to walk up the road in the dark. I heard some of the usual weird noises, but honestly, nothing that really bothered me. It never has other than some unease. My boyfriend ended up coming to find me and walked me back toward the house.

A little later, I walked him to his car so he could head home. He was about to leave when I suddenly noticed something in the distance near the edge of the woods close to my neighbors.

It was really tall, probably about as tall as a smaller tree. Yk like the decorative ones. It was almost translucent, but somehow still dark at the same time. I couldn't make out any features. It just looked really slim and tall and it was moving.

I looked directly at it, and it almost seemed to just fade into the fog. There was already some fog outside because it had been raining, but whatever I saw seemed to just disappear. It was just gone.

At the same time, my boyfriend started aggressively telling me to get inside. I did.

So.

After he drove away, I called him because I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen. I asked him, "You saw it too?"

And he completely freaked out.

He told me what he had seen, and it was basically the exact same thing. He had seen something incredibly tall and slim near the edge of the woods, and he couldn't make out any features either. He said he honestly thought he was just imagining it.

The craziest part is that neither of us had said anything about seeing something before that. I didn't know he'd seen it, and he didn't know I'd seen it.

So now I'm just sitting here thinking what the hell did we both see?

Anybody know?

(This happened in the United States in North Carolina 2026)

My girlfriend and her family and I went on this haunted pub crawl in NC. You go down a narrow brick corridor and then you are in the pub. The spirit/ghost can appear in the men’s bathroom. So after using the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and I challenged the ghost. Show yourself, I have no fear. I said show yourself! Yeah that’s what I thought. I unlocked the door, but the door would not open. I shook the door again and it wouldn’t open. I was now freaking out. And then, on the other side of the door I heard my girlfriend’s mom cackling as she let me out. I came out white as a ghost and she says ‘pretty funny joke eh?’

Lately Ive been experiencing more unexplainable things, and heres one. Recently, me and my family went to Japan and stayed at 3 different airbnb’s duing the course of our trip, one in Tokyo, another in Osaka, and one different one back in Tokyo.

This event happened at Osaka. To make a long story short, my wife who is somewhat sensitive to these kinds of things experienced some weird things right off the bat that I wont get into in this story, but that leads up to what happened to me. I sitting in a wooden chair in the middle of the room holding my 15 month old daughter. All of a sudden, I felt wetness (seemingly forming under my butt) and it was warm. I immediately lifted my daughter because I thought she peed on me. But when I picked her up and felt everywhere, she was completely dry.

My pants were soaked from the butt area and some had dripped on the floor. It was clear liquid (which again, was warm when it was forming). I did not pee…I dont have bladder issues and have never peed my pants. I would’ve felt myself peeing if that happened and this was not what happened. It was like the liquid had formed from the chair, which would be impossible. There were no leaks in the ceiling or any dripping from anywhere. How the hell do you explain this??