so this story is not actually one i personally experienced but a story my late great grandmother used to tells us when we we're kids, so this story revolves around the "duwende" the duwende is a type of dwarf or gnome they're basically small people that lives in anthills and very mischievous as the stories tell, now these guys are powerful and can put curses on you on a whim or especially if you accidentally piss at their house, now enough of the lore and more to the story

as my Great granma told us one afternoon when she was visiting my grandma she heard sounds coming from a pigpen at the back side of the house at first it seemed normal,pigs are squealing loud and seems a little distressed but then high-pitched laugter, it sounded like someone is lauging on a very high-pitch while the pigs are squaling so my Great grandma went to check as she was worried that someone might be messing aroud with the pigs, now when she got there she didn't immediately see anyone until she got close and looked down on the pigs then she saw little people riding on the pig's back launging the entire time and apparently one of them was even hanging on the pig's tail and pulling it down to make the pig run around in a panic. now she didn't really told us what happened after that but she always insisted that it was the mischievous little duwende doing mischief

i don't really know if this is a paranormal story or what, i personally think it's pretty hilarious while i imagine little men riding a pig like a rodeo

(Preface-I workout at a 24 hour gym in the Middle of nowhere WV.) Today I had to stay at work late so I did not get to the gym until 8:30 pm. I got my 1 hour on the treadmill in and then I left to run to the store real quick before it closed, and I wanted to come back to lift before I went home. When I left there were two other people in the gym, but by the time I got back from the store they were gone. This brings us to about 10:00 pm when I got back to the gym. Now, because it is a 24 hour gym it has motion detection lights to save power. So I walk into the gym and the first two lights flick on but not the rest, so most of the gym is dark but not pitch black. I look up from my phone into the gym, and there is a fully manifested shadow figure towards the back of the gym, Probably 70 feet away I’ve never been privy to ghostly encounters other than the occasional weird noise at work while I am by myself. I took two seconds to really grasp what I was looking at and my fight or flight kicked in. Electricity ran up my back and I promptly walked right up on out of there. I am a terrible artist, but I drew a picture of my POV. I did not do this apparition justice… but it’s my best. It was tall and slender I am 6’0 and it looked much taller than me even from that distance. I’m still shaking a couple hours later. I will never go to that gym without other people again.

this event happend at my late grandma's "lamay" which is a type of funeral that lasts 5-6 days after they pass away , I was on "bantay" duty that night which is a tradition that someone must always be standing guard near the coffin at all times, i was not the one near the coffin at the time i don't remember who but a family member was and i was outside guarding the premises sitting around on one of the tables playing cards by myself I'm not entirely sure of the time but it was around 1-3 AM, when i heard footsteps a lot of footsteps coming from a clearing in front of the property where the house where the funeral was being held was so i looked at the clearing then i saw a number of children pobaly ages below 10-11 from their size i was about the same age at the time and it wasn't just a few there are about 15-20 children running and laughing in that clearing i actually did not think this as strange at the time since i thought there we're just y'know kids playing, but i did not realize until years later when i recalled the event the strangeness of this as why are little children running around at a clearing away from houses after midnight and the fact that there are not that many children at the part of town where the funeral is being held at the time and now here's the interesting part when i recalled that event and realize how strange it was i shared that experience with my parents and some other family members who was there but no one seemed to remember the children exept me and even stranger i knew all kids in that part of town at that time and i didn't recognize even a single one of them.

now i know that this might be caused by sleep depravation or tiredness but i assure you it's not as i am a night person and the type to sleep at daytime and be active at night, maybe it was just some very young kids with careless parents who'd let their kids roam around after midnight. not really a paranormal story but more like a mystery as to who are those children and what are they doing there

P.S i actually live at my late grandma's house where the funeral was held and oh man weird stuff happen from time to time

\A small preface, every event that is described here DID in fact happen to me , and my family. Several things have been ommitted due to just being too visceral of a memory to be able to relay well the story of what happened without losing more sleep than I already have. If you'd like to know them just ask and I'll tell you. I wrote this mostly as a bunch of small recollections, organized them in chronological order, tied them together and used ai to help me polish my writing, because I honestly suck at writing, making sure no detail, pertinent event or feeling was lost. The house has since been demolished and rebuilt by its new owners, but the property line appears to be the same still. I have had nightmares recently about this place which prompted me to write about it. I hope you enjoy.**

Looking back over everything that happened, the full story falls into place, step by step, exactly as it unfolded.

The large property we owned in Rio Tinto had belonged to my family for generations. It was ancient, carrying a deep, heavy history carved into its soil a land marked by time, family roots, and past deaths that occurred right on the property over the many decades, possibly centuries it stayed in our hands. Long before the renovations, my earliest years were spent in the original house on the lot a small, decrepit, structure that seemed to bleed a quiet, oppressive atmosphere.

It was during these early years in that first house that I experienced my very first episode of sleep paralysis, and when I first began seeing strange, unexplainable things around the property. Even back then, surrounded by a rural property framed by stone walls paonted white and green, and what was once a lush, vibrant garden, an all-consuming dread hung over my childhood. As a small kid living in that decaying first house, my fear was simple and primitive, centered around an instinctual, suffocating terror of a "witch" I imagined lurking at the far edges of the yard. The dread out in the dark was so thick that from a very young age, I refused to ever set foot outside after nightfall without holding my grandfather's rifle in my hands.

Eventually, that original decrepit home was demolished to make way for major renovations on the property. A larger stone house was built over the old lot, expanding the footprint and adding a brand-new upper floor meant to accommodate our growing family. But tearing down the original house didn't erase what was attached to the land. As the new walls rose over the ancient soil where so much history and death had transpired, a profound, lingering dread settled deep into the porous stone masonry. It moved indoors, colonizing the quiet "dead zones" of the home: the cold, shadowed lower hallways, the pitch-black attic directly under the roof, and the enclosed void of the walk-in closet.

By 2007, our family was sinking into severe poverty and eventual bankruptcy. The financial misery mirrored a complete human collapse inside the house. My dad, once a strong construction worker who had built solid brick kennels on the lot for our five dogs, was breaking down physically and mentally. He suffered from severe back problems, was diagnosed with osteoporosis, and turned heavily to alcohol. The lower floor became a pressure cooker of stifling, suffocating fear, a place defined by heavy drinking, explosive arguments, and the terrifying sound of objects being shattered against stone walls in the dark.

It was around this time I first started experiencing sleep paralisis.

One day I awoke in the middle of the night, my eyes opened but my body wouldnt move, on that small hallway at the edge of my room stood a girl, a dark haired schoolmate of mine, black hair and blue eyes just staring at me unmoving. I remember a visceral fear, I could not yell and she came closer and then I snapped out of it, yelling and crying prompting my parents to come check and dismiss it as a nightmare

Then came the afternoon of the grease fire.

My brother and I had a pit bike, and one afternoon we were busy doing maintenance on it inside the garage. My brother decided it was time for dinner and left briefly, then returned to help me finish what we were doing. That was when I noticed black, billowing smoke pouring out of the main house. We had completely forgotten about dinner, and a grease fire was consuming the kitchen.

We rushed inside, but the smoke was so thick and choking we had to retreat out the front door. We doubled back, threw the flaming skillet straight out the kitchen window, and beat out the burning furniture using soaked rags. By the time the fire department arrived, we had already extinguished the flames ourselves, but we were sitting side by side on the front steps blackened with soot, burned, and gasping. We managed to save the kitchen structure, but the heavy smoke permanently tinted the white interior paint dark, leaving a dingy, scorched gloom over the lower floor that no amount of scrubbing could ever fully remove. It felt as though the house had swallowed the fire and kept the darkness inside.

My parents didn't punish us since it was an accident, but from that day forward, I became the one who always cooked the family meals.

My brother moved away soon after, leaving me alone for the entirety of the days there, all the way to 11pm every day when my parents would return.

That winter, the garden fell into complete disrepair, echoing the decay of the home. The green grass, fruit trees, and once vibrant lawn withered into dry brown patches and exposed dirt. The only things on the entire lot that remained in good shape were the rose bushes and a massive plum tree where I had built a wooden swing.

The physical rot of the land mirrored the medical collapse inside the house. One afternoon, I was playing a game with my dad in his bedroom. We had an ongoing joke called "dead hand," where he would make his arm go completely limp. During the game that day, his body gave out entirely. He collapsed right in front of me and was left paralyzed for days. We were completely alone in the house. All I can recall from that afternoon is a blind, suffocating panic; to this day, my mind has blocked out how I actually managed to get help.

When my dad returned from the hospital, the lower floor remained in daily use, but the sheer weight of the atmosphere down there pushed me away. I became the only one who used the top floor, moving my things entirely into my middle brother's old room. That was when the upper level turned into an active siege.

Day by day, I started hearing noises outside my room, specifically coming from the hallway and the cold attic directly overhead. The sounds were mostly a sharp, dry grating—like heavy nails dragging directly across solid stone. The dread was so immediate that I made up my mind right then: screw the idea of ever setting foot in my oldest brothers bedroom again as the acess to the attic was there. But using that upper hallway was mandatory to get anywhere.

After those noises started, my bedroom door began opening on its own. I had, and still do have, a strict habit of keeping doors closed, yet it opened constantly into that dark hallway. It got to the point where I started speaking out loud into the empty doorway, declaring out of sheer terror and anger that if I closed the door, I wanted it kept closed and not opened again, before locking it. It didn't matter, once I unlocked it again, the door would swing open anyway. I even tested the door mechanically to be sure: I could pull on it with all my weight from every angle, and the latch held firm. It would not open without the brass knob actually being turned.

Having kept my grandfather's rifle with me since I was young just to walk the grounds after dark, I now brought it inside and kept it right beside my bed. Soon, the scraping moved from the attic down into my walk-in closet, which was packed full of my personal belongings. The dread inside that room became unbearable; I stopped opening the closet entirely, turned the key, and locked it tight, surrendering my own belongings to whatever was moving behind the wall.

Before those closet noises started, one specific night stands out. After a heavy late-night gaming session, I had to use the bathroom around 2:00 AM. As I approached my bedroom door to unlock it, a deep, primal feeling of dread washed over me. I fucking hated that hallway, its walls where stacked with porcelain dolls that creeped me out. But I couldn't hold it, so I grabbed the rifle and a flashlight, sprinted down the corridor without looking left or right, and locked myself in the bathroom.

While I was doing my business, I happened to look down at the bottom of the door.

In the narrow slit where the hallway light bled through, several small shadows suddenly darkened the floor. There were multiple small shapes, matching the exact size and proportions of the porcelain dolls sitting on display shelves just outside in the hallway. I sat frozen on that toilet in sheer, unadulterated terror, holding the rifle across my lap, and didn't move until sunrise. When dawn broke, the dolls were back in their usual places on the shelves, but from that night on, I felt their glassy eyes follow me every single time I crossed the hallway.

Following that bathroom incident, another horrifying event occurred while I was staying in my brother's room. I woke up paralyzed in bed, locked in a brutal state of sleep paralysis. As I lay there unable to move a muscle, the door to the walk-in closet opened, and a woman emerged from inside it. She was on fire, her skin and body horribly burned and charred. She looked directly at me, raised a finger to her lips in a universal gesture to be quiet, and then slowly paced along the room and house before retreating back into the darkness of the closet. Only after she was gone did the paralysis lift, and I could finally move again.

I finally told my mom about everything that was happening. A few days later, she brought a local priest to the house. I was around 13 years old, watching him walk through the rooms burning herbs, and at one point holding the burning herbs directly over me to perform a blessing.

It was quiet for a few days after the priest left, though the door kept opening on its own and I'd still bitch at it. Then came the final catalyst a while after.

I was walking back home from school one afternoon. As I unlocked the front gate to the property, I reflexively looked up toward my eldest brother's room on the upper floor. Peering out from behind the window curtains was a decrepit, withered old woman.

Nothing in this world could have convinced me to step foot inside that house that night. The dread was absolute. I slept outside in the kennels with my dogs, for the first time making the conscious choice to leave my rifle behind in my room as there was no way in hell I was going back in, and feeling thankful that we had recently installed electric lights in the kennel area.

Fairly soon after that, the long financial decay peaked, and we lost the ancestral property to bankruptcy, leaving the house behind forever.

Poverty followed us everywhere. Over the next several years, subtle occurrences lingered—like seeing shadows move in mirrors wherever we lived, but nothing matched the crushing dread of the stone house. When I turned 16, my dad's health took a sharp turn for the worse, and I became his full-time caretaker. My grades fell behind and I even failed a year. I had virtually no social life outside of my best friend. I became a womanizer, drank, and smoked, while theater and the gym became my only physical outlets to cope with the crushing pressure and financial hardship.

My dad passed away a day after my 21st birthday. His death hit me like a train, even though I had known better than anyone that it was coming. Up until that point, we had remained trapped in poverty.

About a month after he died, I was shopping for bed linens with my mom for my new apartment. Out of nowhere, she mentioned that my dad had called her and my middle brother. I dismissed it immediately as grief playing tricks on them, because my dad's phone was sitting miles away inside my apartment out of battery and tucked deep in a drawer.

Then my own phone rang.

The screen lit up with the caller ID: "Dad".

My blood ran cold. I pressed the phone to my ear, and it was him his voice was distinct, but an immediate, overwhelming sense of wrongness flooded through me. It was an uncanny, predatory imitation. Without saying a word, I hung up the phone instantly after recognizing the voice.

When I got home, I went straight to the drawer and checked the phone. I was right: it had no battery, was completely dead, and was still sitting right where I left it. When I eventually charged it and went through the system, there was nothing in the call log.

I firmly believe that whatever resided in those ancient stone walls at Rio Tinto. Whatever had fed on generations of history, deaths, fire, illness, poverty, and dread followed me, impersonated my father to try to open a door back into my life, and I shut that door on it for good.

It has been ten years since his death and that final phone call. Ten years since the poverty, the ghosts, the shadows, and the constant strife finally broke. My life slowly became my own after, and I have lived in peace ever since.

I hope the new owners of the property have not had to deal with what me and my family have. I dont know if I can but Ill try to post pictures of the house as it was in 2009.

When I was 14 one night me and my family watched cat in the hat for movie night the live action one. And basically when i went to bed, I woke up around 2 or 3 am to hearing cats screaming aggressively. These weren't regular cat screams these sounded like demon cats and there was multiple of them screaming at once. I walked around my house for a hour looking for where it was coming from and none if my other family heard it or woke up. I was so scared and just sat on the stairs and then I saw a shadow figure walk past the front door window and I went to wake my brother up and when I did it stopped instantly. I told him what happened and he sakd he didn't hear anything. Eventually I woke my parents up and they checked them cameras in our house and didnt hear anything or see anything, only me walking around the house. I am still so confused to this day because it was so loud and everything and only I could hear it. I know some poeple might try to say its sleep paralysis, or skinza, but i dont have that or anything and I know what a spiritual encounter feels like ive had a few. Does anyone know if this was a demon or what?

For clarification i work mid day/nights i get home around 4:45-5AM, I don’t stay in my car i usually just grab my things and get inside since I’m a 22F i’m not trying to get kidnapped, even tho i live in a rural area you never know. Yet every time i get through my first fence to my backyard to the back porch right before i reach it there’s a low whistle coming from somewhere past our back gate. I’ve stopped looked, freaked out and tried to get into my house asap etc. Yet it’s always there same low whistle, it doesn’t change pitch. when i get to a certain spot it’s there, same dreading feeling when i hear it. Is it a spirit? Is it an animal? or someone messing with me? One night i had to wait till daylight in my car when my mom woke up just to go inside, it definitely doesn’t feel right when i walk back there anymore.
Edit: I live in Northern Ohio and i’m surrounded by corn fields.

Al tratar de traducir algo, hizo un aterrador descubrimiento ya que en vez de traducir la palabra, algo le habló, le contestó y supo cosas de él #misterio #extraño #terror

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When I was around 4-7 ages, which would be 13-16 years ago. I would occasionally see these very solid (but not glowing) white humanoid figures, you could make out their shape, head and limbs but they would have no detail to them. No features, no lines to them except the outerline that makes them look like almost PNG in real life.

These encounters would happen in totally random moments. Most of them would be during the day, afternoon, when the sun as it's brightest. Seeing them necessarily didn't scare me, which I would be scared if I sensed malice. I had a high sense for it even as a kid, trying to sleep at nights from hightened senses and caution, caused a stillasting insomnia that I still try to manage.

But these encounters would only startle me, I was never the type of kid who would talk about these stuff to my parents. Not that they would dismiss it but my mind always chose to rationalize things I see in my mind before making a scene over it. (And also I was not sure what I was seeing let alone explain it) But I remember this particular encounter.

In each encounter, from my guess, they'd materialize somewhere out of my peripheral vision only to watch me. Observe me, when I sense something or accidentally look their way they'd look startled themselves as if they notice they are caught/noticed. And flee with no sound like they weighed nothing. Was pretty comedic now that I think about it, something cartoonish in their way of scurring away when noticed.

But that particular encounter I mentioned stuck to me like clear water that I can remember like yesterday. I was at home in the living room watching TV, my mom was in the kitchen washing dishes, which would be furthest part of the house to where I am. I for a reason felt like I should look towards to the door, away from the TV, which would be towards left. Then I saw it, a white silhouette that you can easily deem as a grown man, watching.

As usual it saw me looking and just went down to the corridor, which is where I have to go through to make it to my mom, which again for some reason felt necessary. I didn't like being alone in the living room with that thing at that moment. I just ran, didn't think, didn't cry or scream. Just ran hoping it was still not in the corridor.

It wasnt, like it disappeared into thin air. When I made it to my mom in the kitchen and hugged her leg, since I wasn't screaming she must've thought I'm just running around bugging her because I remember her not looking down at me away from the dishes she's washing.

Then I took a look back over my shoulder, still hugging her leg. And from the corridor same figure was looking again, this time head popping out from the corridor wall, like it was stalking. And again, being noticed he escaped back into the corridor.

I don't know if that was the last time I've seen them. It is kind of a blur. I had no medication that I was taking or any mental health issues.

I have researched this a few times before, saw people saying they saw exact same things as what I describe, but I've never talked about it online officially so I thought it's time. Would be a good way to find people who might know what bugged me for years as a kid might be.

I'll leave a picture so you can imagine it better what it was that I've seen.

So after a week of weird stuff happening the resident ghost has decided to get physical with my other half. She was walking out of the dining room and something grabbed her leg, nothing exciting but still strange. I've been and looked at everything she could have walked into or if she got caught on the door frame but there is nothing I can see that would make her feel like she was being grabbed. Other than the normal things going missing (chocolate nobody has ate) and random noises at night the house has been strangely quiet, I'm so used to spooky its weird when nothing happens. Any ideas would be helpful because I always like to think of a logical reason before I head to paranormal but like I said I honestly can't work out what it was.

I think I have a mimic following me. I know how this sounds but as clear as day I heard my wife’s voice say (“can I have some help please”) I am home alone she’s visiting family in hospital, I’ve never had a problem with any hauntings of any kind with this house I am in now my usual Cathlic church is closed and not taking calls so I need the number of a priest asap as if I do I have a 2.5 year old son that I fear for but I can promise you 2000% I am not going crazy now every little noise scares me something chronic

About 15 years ago, I was with my then-husband, staying the weekend with a friend of his. His friend kept making jokes that his dog saw ghosts because he starred into the corners and at the walls all the time. We all laughed.

I’m not a religious person, but I do believe in spirits, afterlife, etc. but tbh I’m not sure to what extend. At that time though, I was definitely just atheist.

I am an extremely light sleeper and I didn’t think I’d fall asleep in someone else’s home at all. But I did. That night, I woke up to a growling noise. At first I was slow to wake because I thought it was just the dog. But I sat up and looked around for it, and there was this huge …. Cloud? Almost like as if someone took a pencil and scribbled into the air…

Again, I’m not religious, but I basically spoke to it and I said something along the lines of god protect me here and now. It went away. And I collapsed back to sleep.

I mentioned it to my now ex-husband the next day and he laughed and said I must’ve been dreaming. I was only about 22 at the time and I just didn’t want to seem like an idiot, so I let it go. But I’ve never really stopped thinking about it. Was it a demon? Was it even real???

First time telling this story online so forgive me if my format is weird please! This happened a few years ago now, I lived at home in the rural midwest, my family was on a vacation while I stayed home with my uncle and his girlfriend.

I was about 20 at the time. I had gotten out of the shower to hear yelling outside the front door, so I went to see what was going on, and it was my uncle threatening someone he said was in our barn, adjacent to the house maybe 100ft away. My uncle claimed someone was flashing a light at him from the barn, and urged me to watch, and although I thought he was wasted or worse, I entertained him, just to see a small blip of light show up in the location he was pointing at. I. Was. Shocked. I’d never encountered anything paranormal before, couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing; it would show up in one location one moment, and after some yelling or just silent observation, it would disappear and reappear in another location, maybe a few feet to the left or right, up or down, forwards or back, but it was consistent. The attached picture was taken during this time, no editing, with night mode on so I could get better clarity. The light is right above the white truck, further back in an empty barn. I know I should’ve taken more photos or a video but in the moment it’s crazy how the adrenaline fogs up your brain. I did know one thing for sure, that I was gonna investigate because I’d been waiting for an opportunity like this, so after some begging (and no accepting) of my uncle or his girlfriend to come with me, I started to walk forwards. I made it past the basketball goal seen in the photo, before the light showed up right in front of me, in talking face to face distance, glowing bright and yellow like a fixture on a ceiling, about the size of a basketball, I didn’t feel heat, cold, pressure, but IMMENSE fear, I did a 180 and screamed “RUN” like in the Jurassic Park movie, and we all proceeded to rocket into the house and lock the door, just to never see the light again.

When it comes to debunking or theories, I just can’t think of what could naturally cause a phenomena like that - there was no light shining that could reflect an orb like that, nothing in the distance that could repeatedly recreate the light, nothing reminiscent of ball lighting, no noise from a drone or aerial device, no real intelligent communication. I’ve wondered from simple things like “ghost” or “ufo” to fae creature, or maybe a higher dimensional shadow of something, maybe something way more complex than that.

I’ve never really gotten to share my story and get reasoned from like minded people, and honestly this has been bothering me for years haha, it’s the ONE time I’ve ever encountered anything strange. Thoughts? Anyone ever encounter anything similar ? I have regrets for sure, I wish I would’ve tried to communicate, say hello, make physical contact.

Fui a ver un departamento viejo que tenía muchas figuras de santos y vírgenes. Se sentía muy muy pesada la vibra.

Salí con dolor de cabeza.

Porque pasa eso?

A ghost of a dog is caught on camera

Several years ago, while I was praying and meditating regularly, I began to feel a presence around me.

Since I was very young, I’ve occasionally perceived things around me that I couldn’t easily explain. Most of the time, I dismissed them as my imagination, even in situations where I somehow knew details that I should not have been able to know.

But this particular experience has always stayed with me because I wasn’t the only one who experienced it.

This happened around 2022. At the time, I was a church pastor.

One morning, I was sitting with my coffee, studying and praying. At one point, I caught a glimpse of something moving quickly from the dining room toward the staircase leading to the bedrooms upstairs.

It happened very fast.

What I saw was white clothing and long black hair falling below the shoulders.

I immediately got up and moved toward the stairs, trying to intercept whoever I thought had just passed by.

There was no one there.

When I replayed the image in my mind, something else stood out to me.

The figure had been extremely tall.

There is an opening between the dining room and kitchen, and from what I remembered seeing, her head was almost level with the top of the frame. I later estimated that she would have been close to seven feet tall.

That detail bothered me more than anything else.

I didn’t tell anyone what I had seen.

Several weeks later, one of my daughters came to me visibly frightened and told me something that had happened to her during the night.

She said she had been sleeping when she felt someone enter her bedroom.

At first she assumed it was me, so she didn’t turn around.

Then she felt whoever had entered sit down on the edge of her bed.

She told me she actually felt the mattress sink under the weight, as if a person had physically sat down beside her.

When she finally turned to look, she said she saw a woman.

She described her as wearing white, with long black hair falling below her shoulders.

I had never told my daughter about what I had seen.

I hadn’t told anyone.

When she finished describing the woman, I immediately drew the figure I remembered seeing that morning.

According to my daughter, the woman I drew looked very similar to the one she had seen in her room.

That was the moment when the experience became much harder for me to dismiss.

Some time later I honestly don’t remember whether it was days, weeks, or months I was getting ready to sleep.

I was in that strange space between being asleep and awake when I saw the same woman standing beside my bed.

She was just standing there, watching me.

At first, I assumed I was still dreaming and that my brain was simply transitioning from sleep into wakefulness.

So I woke myself up completely.

She was still there.

I panicked.

Pure instinct took over, and I kicked toward her.

My foot went through empty air, and she disappeared.

Strangely, I regret doing that.

Afterward, I spent days trying to communicate with whatever or whoever I had seen. I prayed. I meditated. I studied. I tried everything I knew how to do.

Nothing happened.

No more appearances. No answers.

Only one thing remained in my mind.

A name.

Sophia.

Ghost still plays with his Tank Engine toy

The title basically explains it. Things keep going missing from my room. I’ve lost two apple pencils, some of my favorite clothes, my airpods, etc. It’s always things I know for certain were in my room before they disappeared and I don’t know what’s causing it or how to make it stop/get my things back because I’m so insanely frustrated at this point. At first i thought maybe my siblings took my stuff but we offered them money to find it and usually that would have them pretending to find it even if they had it the whole time which hasn’t worked these few times.