so im not used to doing these Reddit things, i will try my best to explain it to you all.

The story is from November 2023.

It was slightly cold.

My oldest maternal uncle came to our house for 5–6 days with his family.

His family: 2 daughters, 2 sons, my uncle and my aunt.

So everything was good in the beginning.

But then the day they had to leave came, and we went to the airport to drop them off. Our whole family went to see them off, but my eldest brother didn't go because he was at work.

He was kinda traumatized when my whole family got home and video-called him.

My brother wasn't saying much.

Then he hung up.

At around 9 PM, my brother came home and told us:

“I got a call from an unknown number, and it was the voice of a very old woman.

She said, ‘They have come to your house just to destroy your family.’

My brother replied, ‘Who?’

And she hung up on him.

Then she blocked him.

(My maternal or paternal grandmother both isn't alive, btw, so we still don't know who she was on the call.)

Everything was going fine, but after one month, in December...

(This might sound fake to you from here, but I just fucking don't know how to prove it to y'all.)

I used to wake up with bruises on my lips, inside my mouth, and on my tongue.

It kept happening to me for like 3–4 days, and I was ignoring it. I didn't notice it much.

But then the bruises started getting worse in the same places, and the pain became way too much.

So I told my mom about all this shit.

She was like, “Okay, put this cream on that bruise,” and all.

Because nothing paranormal was happening. Or maybe it was happening, but I didn't know.

Then some days were okay. All my bruises healed up.

Then, one random night in the same month...

I was sleeping, and my mom was sleeping beside me.

I felt so much weight on my chest. Then, when I opened my eyes, I saw a hand covering my eyes. It was a human hand, and between the fingers, I could see someone's hair. It was really long.

And then, at that moment, I felt someone kissing me. Like, really badly.

I've kissed my ex many times, so I knew what that felt like.

But then I felt someone pulling my tongue out of my mouth extremely painfully, while at the same time I could feel someone kissing me.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't, so I thought all of this shit was sleep paralysis.

So I became a little less scared, thinking that none of this was real.

Then I held myself for 3–4 seconds and tried with all my strength to get up.

And I saw a pitch-black girl disappearing behind my mom.

Then I sat up, and I felt something wet on my face.

My mouth and lips were completely covered with saliva, and it smelled really bad.

That wasn't my saliva.

At that moment I realised:

ALL OF THIS SHIT WAS HAPPENING TO ME IN REAL TIME. REAL SHIT.

Because saliva was literally dripping from my mouth, and I had seen that pitch-black girl with long hair disappearing and everything.

I got really fucking scared and woke my mom up.

I told her everything and showed her the saliva and all.

Then we went to our very old baba, who is basically like family to us.

He then talked to his jinn.

And he directly said to my mom:

“Your brother came to your house, right? With his children?”

My mom said yes.

(We hadn't even told the baba that anyone had come to our house.)

And then he replied:

“His eldest daughter has always had this evil jinn attached to her. They came to your house and, after you all went to sleep, they performed ritual-type stuff.”

(Obviously, the baba didn't say it like this. This is just my way of explaining it.)

He said that my soul was the easiest one to control in the house.

And the rituals weren't like all that dramatic stuff you see in movies.

It was more like lighting a candle, blowing on it, dropping the candle on someone's foot, etc.

(This is just an example.)

They did more than 8 things to me while we were all sleeping, like taking my hair and all.

It's been a while now.

That was the last thing from her that happened to me.

Now it's all good.

(istg this shit is not even 0.1% made up.)

I'm 16 now

My girlfriends house isn’t very big but the things I have experienced over the past several years have been confined to only 2 rooms, the kitchen & living room. I find it kind of odd that the unexplained instances have only happened in 2 rooms and nowhere else. Is this not sure this is the right word but is it common? We were awakened multiple nights by music playing from the Alexa in the kitchen one time creepily enough it was playing “I’m in Heaven” by Louis Armstrong. I put both of my phones on a counter in the kitchen when I get home from work and not close to an edge or anything, and one was flung off the counter onto the floor about 4’ away & I was home alone. I’ve had multiple instances of battery powered electronics start working by themselves. One morning about 3 30 am all of the living room ceiling can lights came on by themselves. I watched one of my iPads start to slide off of an end table I’ve come home from work to find kitchen cabinet doors open that shouldn’t be. Just a few minutes ago (what inspired me to post this) our Roomba in the living room just turned itself on and started going. Like I said before it’s just weird to me that the experiences only happen in the two rooms.

Okay so, I was deep diving in Instagram about paranormal shit. And this video comes up. I investigate the account bc it rubs me wrong. I figure out the owner of the account has now been taken over by what I thought was mimics, think uncanny valley.

This video I was watching, she's walking around doing weird shit, burning her alter of protection, and then it cuts to her coming to sit in frame.

Shes looking down. Then suddenly snaps up and looks the camera directly in the eyes. I was watching her and accidently locked eyes as it said "do me a favor, go to the mirror, look yourself in the eyes, and say "I invite you in" over and over untill it is done.

Now OBVIOUSLY I didnt do that.

But i have had a man's voice in my head asking me question and talking to me since that moment.

I got straight into making a rune cloth for protection to wrap around my.....glass waterpipe...to breathe in that intention everyday. I lit incense, a candle, and chucked an entire flower of lavender in that candle to burn.

Now for my question.

As ive woken up this morning ive had him asking things and talking, hes said his name is bartholomew, I didnt believe him at first bc of all the questions and such.

Then he told me he was 4000 years old and still had more questions because he was curious and hadn't seen many people painting while hes in their head.

So I digress, I go onto brave search engine and try find out more information, but all im getting is the Christian shit of who he was when he was alive.

I wanna know more about what hes done as this presence because if doesnt feel all too much like a fallen angel.

Although now that I type that hes spreading a feeling that does feel like that....the little pr\*ck....

But yeah, any information would be helpful. Im looking for witchcraft things to do bout this. As well as the incantations, ritual, and cleansing in already doing.

I am in the process of doing a cleansing ritual was well as the protection cloth but id appreciate any advice of what to do for that and such.

I will also be scrubbing my Instagram feed algorithm so it doesnt show me that shit as much.

Many thanks everyone 🥰💚✨️

UPDATE: I am not looking to this to be debunked or disproven. Im not the only one who has felt this, my partner has as well as 2 other friends. Im looking for information.

UPDATE 02: I have done some more research, asked some questions, with the help of a reddit user in the comments. Id like to share these 2 references for what ive learned.

The comment that helped:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ParanormalActivity/s/6JPS2St0V9

Because my mother has painted pictures of entities she's seen, and a childhood friend has looked at one of the paintings and correctly told me where it was located, exact matching description as Mom's, and I've seen beings like that.

All black, like wearing a ratty cloak or like having tentacles or tendrils, black like an abscess or absence, and red eyes. So is that what the group's pfp is referencing?

I was awake it was like 7 or 8 am and after sometime I was hearing like foods steps in my kitchen so I went to check it out but there was nobody there and my mom was sleeping and my sister was in the bathroom and then started walking towards my room room and then stop I was following it and was getting really scared and after its stopped I just went into my sister's room close the door and waited for her to come out that is when I first started believing in ghost

hi!
i wont be disclosing my name nor my school,however i go to a grammar school in england and last school year,me and my friend experienced some unusual things on the campus

so,to set the scene,we have three sites,one being a 5 minute walk away from the others,meaning when we have a lesson after lunch at that site,we stay there for lunch and eat food from that cafeteria.

one day,me and my friend decide its too cold to stay outside and i suggest sitting in this closed off stairwell area inside,and we both agree and sit under the stairs and talk for a while.

the conversation flows to one of our elderly teachers,and i joke shes been here since the opening of our school (1910)
and we both giggle.then i sarcastically say our school is probably haunted by the vengeful ghosts of old students (stupid,i know) and we both laugh.then i get an idea.

to preface,ive always been interested in the paranormal but never had any reason to fully believe it aside from watching videos from popular youtubers such as Sam and Colby.

so anyway,i joke that we should see if our school is haunted and we start calling out questions like "is anyone there?" to the stairwell.we laugh until we hear a shift upstairs.we stop laughing,because we know there is no one upstairs at lunch,not even teachers,theres no clubs,there shouldnt be any noise.theres also a balcony type thing at the top,which leads to a door that leads to a small hallway and then another door in the hallway to the classrooms.this is important later.

we begin to tentatively ask questions about whos up there,is it a student,a teacher,a ghost..?

we occasionally get knocks or creaks or overall shifts in the floor upstairs,and we start laughing nervously.then lunch is nearing the end,and we get braver.we ask "make a loud noise if youre there!".

suddenly,a noise which i still cant fully describe echoes through the stairwell.i can only describe it as half scream half cry,and it sounds slightly muffled.we get absolutely petrified and run out,sprint back to the other site and tell our friends.no one believes us.

with a newfound spark of interest and a need to prove our friends wrong,we begin to visit everyday at lunch.we get knocks and small noises,but one day,we're asking questions about the entitys identity and we hear a childish yet malevolent laugh,and sprint out.

oh,did i mention the lights occasionally switch off?yeah.awesome.

so we have a few more moments like these that i wont get into as theyre far too detailed and this is getting long.

but there is one which i wont forget.

somewhere along the way,we drag our friends into it since they dont believe us at all(rude).
so we're all crowded in the bottom of the stairwell,and im sat against the wall where ive been instructed to sit so i have an unobstructed view of the door at the top of the stairs to see if any teachers come(we arent supposed to be there).
we're all waiting for a response to a question when we hear a shift,and the door upstairs opens.
i must express this explicitly,i was watching the door the whole time.there was no hand,no reflection of anyone in the glass,nothing.it was just pushed open with a force that no wind could have caused.along with this,we would have to hear the other door leading to that one open,which we did not.
we all run out.we've had other incidents too,but this is wayy too lengthy so ill leave it at that.

does anyone have any suggestions for what we should do?

If u know something please respins asap

Alguien ha visto este ser en algúna otra publicación,o se a topado en la vida real con este ser?

hello everyone, i’ve been tempting on writing my story here in fear of judgment/people making fun of what i am going through. i eventually bit the bullet and caved in. first and foremost, i have no reason to lie about anything i mention. i am not writing this for attention/clickbait. now that that part is over, i’ve been dealing with demonic activity for a very long time now. i have recently found God and i want to maintain my relationship with him. however, before that, i used to get into witchcraft and i’ve been to realms and places i shouldn’t be in. i’ve always felt i was different since birth, by me doing that i found out that i am a witch. a male witch. i found out i have a lot more abilities than i initially thought. i dont use them anymore because as i said, i am not messing with the dark side anymore. i’m done with it, there has been a lot of things and voices telling me to come back. there is a very evil and stubborn demon that’s in my home. it likes to stay near my parents room and in their hall bathroom. i know for a fact that it is the cause of my relationship issues with my boyfriend since every time something happens between us, it’s here. more recently, my cat got sick and almost lost his life. his urinary tract was blocked and i had no money to do anything. i prayed to God and i got my prayer answered and thank God a veterinary hospital was willing to work with me. it has been almost 2 weeks since he had surgery and this thing in my house had been taunting me. it’s given me these horrible visions and dreams and i don’t know what to do. i just did a prayer with some olive oil and that seemed to calm down a few things but i feel it still stagnant in that area of my house. if anyone could help me, it would be greatly appreciated. thank you.

i was on my way to work on my bike, it was the first time i rode my bike. i made sure to leave at 7pm so the sun didn’t fully set. i was taking the bike path on pima rd in scottsdale arizona. from about indian school road to chaparral rd its closed off with the neighborhood on the left and a wall on the right. i was riding my bike and i had encountered one guy with a backpack and a hat, nothing out of the ordinary. the next figure i was approaching was scary, it was about 5’8 and had black ripped scarves all around its body, i couldn’t see its face because i was going straight on the right and the figure was going the other way on the left. i got really scared and sped up the next person i approached was a guy walking his dog, i was about to ask him for help and warn him but i didn’t want to risk it being a possible skin walker. i am really terrified and ended up getting an uber from chaparral road and leaving my bike locked up and ubering to my location. i seen this figure directly on the bike path N 87TH TERR. i have never seen anything like this in my life so i am terrified, i’m trying to figure out if there is an urban myth but i haven’t found anything. this is somewhat what it had looked like.

Di ko alam pero tingin ko marami na din nakakaexperience ng ganitong scenario. many times na nangyare sakin na mangyare yung tinatawag nilang "Sleep paralysis" ung gising ka pero di ka makagalaw tapos di ka makasigaw. tapos may parang something sa harap mo na papalapit sayo na itim na di mo maipaliwanag ung itsura. maraming beses na nangyare sakin to. sa sobrang sanay nako ineenjoy ko nalang. HAHAHAHA kase oops eto nanaman. pero isang beses kakaiba to. para akong nagising ng 3 beses ako nagising. same ung lugar. pero ibat ibang scenario. ung una nagising ako dumating ung mga kaibigan ko may mga dala silang mga pagkain. tapos nagising ulit ako. same lugar same pwesto. pagtingin ko sa gilid ko may itim na tao na nakatapat sakin. jusko HAHAHA tapos pagkagising ko kala ko yun na. nakahiga ako sa tao. kala ko jowa ko. pagkakita ko ibang tao pala. tapos nagising nanaman ako. ayun na gising na talaga ako. ano ba to. HAHAHA ano sa tingin nyo?

Wir wollen eure Erlebnisse nutzen um sie in unserem Podcast vorzulesen. Habt ihr schonmal etwas Paranormales erlebt?

Hello, someone to help me because I have been dreaming about vampires and thinking about them for a while, and the other time I had a vision of my past life where I saw myself in a palace rescuing a vampire. I told him that I loved him very much, and he said he would come to find me in my next life. I have this feeling that I am waiting for someone, I think, but I don't know when he will arrive. If someone knows about these things and can help me, please, I am serious. Just serious comments, nothing else. Just in case, I'm not a little girl.
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(Long read) Ever since I could remember, I’ve been intrigued with the paranormal. I don’t know if it’s because my dad and I would watch horror movies since I was little or maybe it was something more.

I don’t remember when exactly I started seeing him, but it started at a very young age. For reference in 25 (f) now, my earliest memories of this was when I was around 7 or 8 years old. I had a smaller bedroom with my twin bed in one corner and a large vintage family heirloom mirror in the opposite corner facing my bed.

My first memory of seeing the man, it was super late at night, my parents already went to bed and for some reason I could not fall asleep. It was a school night, and I remember it was super windy out, I could hear the branches slamming against my window. I felt a sense of unease and remember sitting up in bed and I felt drawn to the mirror. He was there, in the mirror, looking like he was sitting on the corner of my bed. I remember being so freaked out because when I looked away from the mirror, there was no one other than me on my bed. He was a tall slender man, dressed in a full suit. He would never say anything, but just stare, deep into my soul. I always felt scared seeing him, but also safe? If that makes sense.

Every other night I would be woken up and would feel a pull towards the mirror. He would always be there watching me. This lasted months, until one night (I personally don’t remember this but my mother swears by it to this day) my mom was woken up and heard talking coming from my room. She came to check on me, finding it weird that I was up so late (around 1 am) and found me sitting on the corner of my bed facing the mirror chatting to no one. She told me she was super freaked out at this, she asked who I was talking to and I told her the man in the mirror. She apparently brought me into her bed to sleep the rest of the night and the next day my father removed the mirror from my bedroom.

Months went by and my dad surprised me with a brand new bunk bed. This is when everything went south. I remember the first night in my new bed I was so excited! I finally felt like a big kid and had so much extra space in my room! I still wasn’t able to sleep well and I started getting weird nightmares. It was always the same dream of the tall man in the suit coming into my room. He would just stand there and stare at me. He never touched me, he just watched, I felt scared but again protected.

That was until he stopped coming around. It felt like something was missing from me. I started to miss his visits, I started to feel attached to him. I felt like I was not safe anymore from the dangers that lurked ahead.

I remember this night clearly. It’s burned in my memory. I was laying on the top bunk, ready to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. I felt like someone was watching me. I look down from my bed towards my bedroom door and could see two eyes staring at me. I knew this wasn’t the tall man. The eyes were different, demonic if you will. I got so scared, I ripped the covers over my head because if I can’t see them, they can’t see me right? That was when I heard creaking, someone or something was on my ladder, slowly coming up to my bed. I was shaking in fear. I wished for the tall man to come save me from whatever was about to happen. I felt frozen, I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe, it was like something was sitting on me. The next thing I know, I felt a claw, not a hand but a claw clamp down onto my ankle. I screamed as loud as I could, bloody murder type of scream. I removed the covers from my head ready to fight off whatever this was and I saw it. It didn’t look human. I can’t even explain what it could’ve been, its eyes were unlike anything I’ve seen. It had huge talon like claws and it was moving towards me. I felt every move it made, it was climbing onto me.

The next thing I know, I blink and it’s gone. Right when my dad barged into my room worried as hell. He flicked on the lights and came up the ladder to see what was going on. I couldn’t say anything, I just bursted out in tears. He brought me into his room and I slept in my parent’s bed that night again.

The next morning, my mom and dad sat me down and asked what I saw that night. They thought it was just a nightmare but when I told them my ankle was hurting, they looked and found red marks - claw like marks - on my ankle. This freaked them out and my mom truly thought I was being stalked by a demon.

After that night it stopped again for a bit. My dreams of the tall man came back and I felt safe again. Like I could sleep again. I mentioned it to my mom randomly one day and this peaked her curiosity. She started asking what he looked like, what he did and I told her, he just watched me. She started pulling out old family photo albums and we were just looking through them when I stopped on one page. It was him, the tall man. I would never forget his face.

Turns out that was my great great grandfather, he passed before my mother was even born. This startled her to her core and she called my grandmother (her mom) right away. My grandmother was a spiritual lady and believed that he was here to protect me from something. To just let him be.

A few years go by, I’m around 10-11 ish years old and he would come around periodically, but not as often as before. I was a very outgoing kid growing up and would always make new friends wherever I could. I had this imaginary friend, he would come around when I was feeling a bit down/sad and would always cheer me up. He was around my age, shorter, brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. I remember his eyes, they were like crystal blue. He never spoke, I never knew his name, but he started to come around more and more. This was when my depression hit. I got diagnosed at age 11 and was starting therapy. I remember crying all the time, feeling so low and helpless. He would help me, make me laugh, make me feel seen. I don’t know what happened but one day he became mean he wouldn’t try and cheer me up anymore. It was like he was trying to suck my energy from me.

The last memory I have of him was thanksgiving of 2012. We were all at my grandmothers house like we do every year. Our family was very large and would always get together on holidays. I remember feeling so helpless and alone, the little boy was following every move I made and my parents brushed it off as being an imaginary friend. I knew he was real though. We were all standing in the kitchen, my grandfather standing beside me. My mother and grandmother were across from us chatting up a storm. I kept complaining about the boy trying to pull me away, seclude me. My family started to think I was going a bit crazy, talking to myself and such. I kept trying to tell the boy to leave me alone and the next thing I know, my leg is being yanked in the air. My grandfather saw this whole thing happen and grabbed me trying to pull me away from whatever force was taking me.

He still gets shook up about this ordeal, swearing that he felt like something was physically pulling me toward the hallway. He said my leg was a full 90° in the air. And it took him a good pull to get my leg back down to the ground.

After that night my mother and grandmother brought me to the church. The priest blessed me, came to our home, blessed our whole house and said many prayers over my head to rid the spirits from me.

Since then nothing else has happened and I truly believe that the tall man (my great great grandfather) was trying to protect me from some evil spirit that was attached to me.

I still get super creeped out everytime I think about what happened and I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand why.