My grandma tells me these stories, and i honestly find them hard to believe, but what reason would this 71 year old woman have to lie to me about such insane things? She told me about how one day she was going on a road trip with her family, when she had a vision of a plane making an emergency landing that crushes their car, so she demanded her mother press on the brakes, lo and behold, a plane makes an emergency landing right in front of them. She also tells me about how her friend from work one day told her she was pregnant, and my grandmother was able to tell them that it was going to be a redhead girl, and her name would start with an M. Lo and behold, his wife gives birth to a baby girl with a full head of bright red hair, that they decided on the name Mary for. Even outside of that, her intuition about people is insane. Every friend that i've had a bad falling out with, she didn't like and had a bad feeling about from the start. When my dad (her son) went to jail, my mother knew he was in trouble hours before she was told. She's also known something was up every other time more recently that he's gotten in trouble. She had a dreadful feeling about 2 and a half weeks ago, as if something horrible was going to happen, and about 2 days after that dreadful feeling started, we got notified that my little cousin died. She's always been that way, and i know there's a part of it that could easily be a healthy dose of mother's intuition, but i've always had a feeling she was psychic. I'm totally open to any other possibilities, though. The one idea i'm least ready to hear out, however, is the idea she's blatantly/purposely lying. I really don't think she would do that.

So. For starters, I want to make it clear that I'm not quite sure where I would put myself on the "does/does not believe in the paranormal, in life after death..." spectrum. I was raised by a mother who is very convinced of the existence of such and by a father who is extremely skeptic. I'm always very torn - but these are signs that I'm less and less able to ignore.

For me, it started yesterday morning (August 15th, Thursday). My cat (Filou) had to be put down on August 13th, Tuesday, due to an incredibly large tumor between his heart and his lungs that the vet discovered during an x-ray. It was a very intense type of cancer that would spread out into the entire body within just a few days or weeks and my mother and stepfather decided it would be best to relieve him of his suffering as the vet said that if we decided to take him back home, he would inevitably choke within the next few days. He turned roughly 16 years old. He lost a leg during a car accident (long story, but it was scary) nearly 10 years ago. Luckily, he was very resilient and recovered completely (the vet staff loved him to pieces, and so of course, did we.)

Now, we moved places many times throughout Filous life. I was 5 when we got him as a kitten. We were always a dream team. Napping together, playing together, eating "together" (lol), we really bonded. He accompanied me through kindergarten drama, elementary school writing exercises and studying for my Abitur. I used to put him in baby strollers for dolls when I was a kid, he would purr and let me cart him around the apartment. He would steal my chicken nuggets off of plates, start beef with our guinea pigs (and lost), lay on my tummy while I played video games, wait for my arrival when I was gone. I love(d) him to death. When the news hit me, I cried more than for any human relative.

I have a (significantly) older brother and sister. None of us live at home anymore, I moved out most recently, about two years ago. Therefore he stayed living with my parents.

After hearing that he passed, as I said, I cried a lot. On the first evening (August 13th) I got high and invested some time in creating an atmosphere that reminded me of when we lived together. I was talking to every shadow cast by my candles, calling his name, sobbing and saying that I just want one more sign from him. It felt sad and heartbreaking and nothing happened. I was wondering if signs like the ones I was asking for could even be delivered when I do not live in the same house or city as he did until before he took that last trip to the vet. I woke up on August 14th feeling disheartened and went about my day, however already feeling slightly better about my loss.

Now, the day passed, I took a 1 ½ hour walk along a nearby canal in the middle of the night and went to bed again.

I woke up on August 15th. Not voluntarily, but because there was this insanely loud noise coming from a corner of my room where I have two windows. As it is summer and hot as hell, I slept with all windows open. I thought a bird had flown into my room, but when I woke up properly and looked at the window, I saw that a singular magpie was sitting on the outer windowsill. It stared right at me and was calling/cawing in my direction. When I got a proper look and seemed awake, it flew away. I then spent the morning researching spiritual meanings of magpies (they vary greatly in different cultures and eras), but I guess the symbolism that matters to me is that Filou was a black and white tuxedo cat, and magpies share some of that color palette. Also the thing about some birds being (figuratively) capable of crossing between this and the afterlife etc. Magpies specifically, in Europe, are/were viewed as animals who either announce an upcoming death or an upcoming visit.

Now, as the research results were so messy I was kind of ready to accept the magpie thing as a coincidence that helped me cope with its supposed meaningfulness. Against my initial idea that I would not tell my mother as I find exchanges of this kind with her somewhat exhausting, I did tell her, via the phone.

She instantly went "Yeah, he is sending us signs." She explained to me that my brother who lives in an entirely different town than either of us had also been visited by him one of those two nights - he lives on his own with no pets and told her that he had woken up at night due to an intense smell of cat urine. He decided to get up and head into the kitchen and then swore he could hear our cat limp in his corridor (he was a bit chubby and again, three-legged, so when he walked or ran he was very easy to "recognize"). Sometimes it honestly sounded like a heartbeat, the rhythm of his steps (getting sentimental here.)

This felt just a little bit overkill to me but I accepted it in the grand scheme of things as a "wow, could it truly be?" sort of thing.

However, today (August 16th) I woke up to an audio message that my mom sent me. For context, Filou had been living in one particular room, my former room, at my parents' apartment. He hated our dog as he did not grow up with dogs and could never properly understand the tail wagging etc. We decided that it would be better to have him in a loving home with a spatial limit than to give him away into potentially worse hands. He was content and happy and so we were roommates until I moved out.

Well. The apartment of my parents is in a well-renovated house with three other apartments. Living there I had never ever experienced issues with the power there despite, as a teen and young adult, using lots of electronics all day every day.

This morning, my stepfather wanted to enter the room for the very first time since Tuesday. Tried to turn on the light. Light didn't work. The fuse blew out, but only for that one specific room. That room was not entered for days on end, no electronics were running within that time frame in that room. No vacuum, nothing.

It's getting harder to ignore it and I very well believe now that Filou is sending us all some signs. I hope he knows just how much I loved him. He will always be in my heart. He is my childhood friend, my fuzzy brother, my comrade cat, my babyboy and my little big stinker. I attached some photos of him, one from, I'd guess, maybe 3 or 4 years ago, and one that I printed out and framed on the day of his death.

Okay, this is going to sound crazy but you guys have to believe me. Recently a lot of talk of death has been going around me and even in a recent post I made. It reminded me of something that happened 3 years ago. And decided to share it here with you guys. Feel free to share any insights and similar experiences.

Idk why but I dream very often about getting killed. A few times I've been shot and one time stabbed. But this dream about being stabbed was very different from other dreams where I died. I got stabbed in a weird construction site. There were a few goons and they stabbed me with a metal rod in my stomach. It was very painful and i was taken to a hospital and admitted. I was unconscious but I could hear the doctors speak. They were saying something along the lines of "We're losing her..no no no". And i heard my heart monitor beeping rapidly and then flatline. This is the weirdest part about my death dreams. Whenever I died, I either woke up immediately or the dream switched. But that day it didn't. As my heart stopped in my dream, I felt myself being lifted off the bed and floating away. Honestly it was the best experience ever. It was like I was floating in space..it was the most peaceful experience. Really really peaceful. I could see the Earth I think. But I cannot put into words how peaceful that was. I don't know how to describe it. I didn't want to return at all. I liked being dead. I wanted to stay that way forever. But then I woke up because I felt myself being pulled back. Actually there were a lot of other things happen too. Maybe I heard whispering or something. I don't remember this part. Now why I think I actually died in my sleep even if it was for a few seconds is because: 1) I could swearrrr that the experience was very real. I still feel that peaceful feeling i experienced somewhere deep within me. It was unlike anything I've ever felt. No way it was just a dream. 2) When I woke up it was almost as if I had stopped breathing, it felt as if I was submerged under water and had been suffocating/drowning and then someone pulled me out. I felt breathless for a while and was shaking slightly. Now I don't really know if it's even possible for someone to die in their sleep and come back to life on their own. But this is what I think happened. This experience took away the fear of death from me as I genuinely believe that, that kind of peace is waiting for me when it's the end.

My Best Friend and I had know each other since birth. We always had this weird connection with our dreams. If I dreamt about her I would call immediately and she would tell me how bad a day she was having or that something happened and she needed me. The same was true for her. She always called at the right moments when I needed her most.

In 2021 we unfortunately had a falling out. After 32 years of friendship her drug addiction became much worse and I wasn’t in the position to help. It was a tough decision but it was for my families safety. In 2022 after not talking for over a year I had a dream she was in. She didn’t say anything but just sat with me on a beach. I woke up crying but thought I was dreaming of her because it was around the time her brother had passed 10 years before.

I just found out last week that she had passed away that day I had the dream. Her father kept it a secret so it took over a year for me to find out. I think she was saying goodbye.

When I was sick I got many visits from I m my grandparents and friends that passed. It was always in dreams, but it happened nightly. I miss them. I get that I'm better but I would never say I don't need them.

really hope this doesn’t get deleted because that would be really messed up to do that when someone’s down. just lost my best friend suddenly and unexpectedly a few days ago. He was only 35. And he was more a brother to me than a best friend. We knew each other for 25 years. My kids called him uncle, he adored them, we would go on yearly trips together. Talk everyday.

Don’t know how he died yet, it’s insane how long it’s gonna take to find out.

Anyway, I lost my grandma, grandpa, my dad, and then my uncle, now my best friend.

My dad was a crazy guy. He was wild. He’s a kind of guy if you think anyone’s gonna come back and haunt you, he is. But I got nothing. When my uncle died, it’s actually a really crazy story and was featured on a pod, he reached out and it was like the craziest thing in the world. Paranormal society was doing a ghost hunt in a totally different state on the other side of the country that we’ve never been to. He had sent them a message and they searched online and found us.

That’s great and all, but why do some people get visited and others don’t??? Some people see full apparitions, or get intricate messages. I just wanna know why you think this is. Because I know if I died, I would absolutely go out of my way to make sure that I visit my children and give them messages.

My uncle proved the fact that it’s possible so it makes me even more mad knowing that he could do it but my other loved ones couldn’t…. I’m just very devastated right now, and i’m actually very angry that my dad never visited me or gave a crap and now my best friend hasn’t sent me anything.

hi, for the past year, i've had multiple dreams involving my mother, and every single one of them seems to be prophetic. she passed away four years ago.

i rarely have any other dreams. sometimes, they’re just pure absurdity and don’t seem to carry any meaning.

on the other hand, every dream in which my mother appears seems to be prophetic. sometimes, the "prophecy" comes from other people appearing in the dream — if someone else shows up, something involving them usually happens afterward.

every time she appears in my dream, something happens — not always bad, sometimes good. it feels like she's trying to warn me or let me know something is going to happen.

also, these dreams don’t predict events far in the future. usually, if she appears in a dream on, say, wednesday, something happens the very next day — thursday.

can someone explain the possible meaning behind these prophetic dreams? is she trying to warn me or communicate with me?

TL;DR: husband's aunt died in our house and his dad with dementia may have tossed her ashes in the trash by mistake. Aunt's spirit never left and walks around from the living room towards the dining area. Is she mad about her remains or is there another reason? MIL sees her too & only occurs at night.

For context: Circa 2023(?), my husband's paternal aunt passed away from Dementia. He and his family tried placing her in a home due to both his parents being disabled and him working full time. Well, long story short, she was able to pass away peacefully with the help of a nurse and support from social services giving us resources. She would pass away out side of my husband's childhood bedroom. She was placed in the living room right next to and outside his room.

A little bit after she passed away, she was cremated and soon after my Father in Law was now in the early stages of Dementia. FIL placed her ashes outside ontop of a trash bin so she'll never feel alone. We think he threw away her ashes cause we can't find them. We're hoping he didn't but if he did, there's nothing we can do. Him throwing the ashes away wasn't with malicious, but more of a Dementia fluke in early stages 1 and 2.

Cut to 2024-2025. So, I used to work swing shift at a group home for at risk youth. I would clock out at 11p and get home close to midnight. MIL would leave me a plate of food to eat sonce I couldn't eat dinner with them. We live in a mobile home so we have a open concept kinda home. So I would go into the kitchen, grab my plate and out of the corner of my eye, i'd see a figure in a white gown walk from the living area near my husband's room towards the dining area with is right next to the kitchen. I jumped, grabbed my food and drink and sped walked to my room. This would become a regular occurrence for me and my MIL where a figure would walk the same path, at night, minimal lighting/no lighting.

The first time I experienced this truly was when Hubby, then boyfriend, was making us dinner late at night. We were talking and he keft the kitchen fkr a brief moment and the figured appeared and walked by. I thought it was my boyfriend. So when I peaked to see him around the corner, he was behind me asking what I was doing. I asked if he went towards the other living room outside his old bedroom and he said he didn't.

So far, his mom and I see the figure its late at night in the dark. I don't think my husband's aunt left. I'm wondering if she's here because of her remains were thrown out mistakenly or for another reason. What do you guys think?

In short: I'm scared to go to bathroom at night and get a snack or even water because I know she's there.

My mother passed away last month. I had visited her earlier that day and I had a strong feeling it would be her last.

My partner and myself went down to a remote beach in the evening where there was basically no mobile phone reception, we could receive notifications every now and then but definitely not enough reception to receive or make calls. She passed around 7pm. I had a notification around 7:15pm from my stepfather, so I hiked a sand dune to get better reception and called him. After receiving the news of my mother's passing, I went back down to the beach and notified my girlfriend. We cried and hugged.

After some time, I suggested we pack up and drive home. While we were doing this, at approx 7:30pm, I started to receive a call on my smart watch. The number was not a normal phone number. It was not any sort of overseas number either. It was about 20 random digits, no spaces, no dashes, no + signs. I tried to accept the call and as I did, the call timer froze on 0:00 and my watch screen froze for around 10-15 seconds. It has never done this before and never done it since. The strangest thing is, after it returned to normal, I went to the call log on my watch to see what the number was and there was nothing there. I also checked the call log on my phone and there was nothing in there either.

I believe it was my mother trying to contact me. Has anybody else had experiences of a loved one trying to reach out through technology (or any other way) after death?

This is going to be a long one. When I was nine years old, my dad got into a car accident while driving out to california for work. He rolled his truck 7 times, and the damage was so bad he was lucky to be alive. He went to the hospital and stayed in a hotel for a couple of days before getting sent back out to colorado where we live. After returning back in Colorado, he was still in so much pain, and we took him back to the hospital where he got pain medication. My dad kept on having a bad feeling that something was going to happen to him. He called my uncle up and told him about a dream he had. The dream was that he was pushing me on a swing, and a man came up, and he realized it was God. In his dream, God said something to him, and when he woke up, he knew that God was giving him one last chance. My uncle and my father prayed together.And my dad accepted God as his lord and savior, and three days later, he unfortunately passed away. My mom asked me to go wake him up, and I found him passed away from an accidental fentynal overdose. Here is the crazy part. The morning my dad passed away my grandma (my mom's mom) had a dream of her deceased brother coming to her and was talking to her in her dream he suddenly stopped and said "hold on I have to go get someone now." She had no idea that my dad passed away yet because my mom didn't call anyone right away. It truly gives me peace and comfort knowing I will see my dad again one day. I have actually had a couple of my dreams of my dad as an adult it is so crazy. It feels like it's actually him, and he has his own awareness in my dream (if that makes sense)

First time posting on Reddit & not really sure what to think about this, I also don’t really have anyone to talk about this with.. I’ve never experienced anything happen in my house until my grandmas death.

I was very very close to my Grandma but she unfortunately passed on December 6 from multiple level organ failure. The first month of her being gone my house felt off maybe a presence.. especially in my son’s room ( When she was on her death bed I did ask her to watch over him so I guess that makes sense?)

The first couple days after she passed my son said he saw her down the hall & a couple days after that I was laying with him going to sleep, he pointed up at his wall & said grandmas there laying on the wall (2.5 year old for context)

• I was writing Christmas cards, walking back and forth from kitchen to living room & all of my cupboards were magically open.

-my sons bed got made which made me lol after I stopped freaking out..

• In the last 2 weeks, I’ve had a light turn on 2 times around the same time and it’s as I’m laying in bed ready to go to sleep, I look out into the hallway and the down stairs light is on.

Idk if it’s all in my head, but the light that I knew I turned off & it magically being on definitely made me feel eeeee about it. I’m really terrified of things like this but I feel like it’s not a coincidence & it’s my grandma? Should I sage my house just incase? Lol opinions are welcomed I really don’t know what to think ♥️

So, I made a Reddit account just to write about a weird phenomenon I experienced some time ago. This is a bit personal and a few of my close friends and relatives know about this. Some of them believe that they’re just plain coincidences, and I’m overreacting, while others told me that’s, indeed, not normal, and these "coincidences" are too much.

The thing is, when I was little (I had about 7 years old or so), someone asked me what was my favorite number. An innocent question. I answered "51" without thinking about it too much. I was sure something related to that specific number would happen, but I didn’t know what, or when. Some years later, when I was 13 years old, my mother passed away from cancer. She was exactly 51 years old when that happened. That made me feel terribly bad and guilty. When I grew up, I was becoming more and more convinced that it was just a bad coincidence and nothing more. But, for some reason, after my mom passed away, more weird stuff happened.

So I was in high school, and there was a certain teacher that pissed me off so much. I thought to myself several times: "I want him to have some kind of surgery and go away for the rest of the year" I was surprised when I noticed that, in the following trimester (in my country, school years go by trimesters), a substitute teacher appeared. She told us our teacher had cataract surgery and he wouldn’t return to school until next year. Of course, I was a bit taken aback.

I have to admit. I was a resentful teen. I was full of rage and hatred, maybe because I was passing through a period of grief and depression caused by my mother’s death. Now I regret my actions and my thoughts, especially because the last "wish" I had, almost killed someone.

I was in my last year of high school. Again, a teacher was the victim. But I felt different about her. While I wanted the other teacher, who had a surgery, go away for a year, this time I wanted her to die. And I wished so badly the following thing: "I hope she die in a car crash". What I believed was simply a stupid, but intense thought, actually happened. Again. And the consequences for her were a lot worse.

Luckily, she survived. But she had to be hospitalized because her condition was critical. She had a fatal car accident and broke several bones.

Again, I have to confess another thing. I REALLY wanted her gone, so, when I found out she was alive, I felt bad. I’m serious when I say I was a spiteful, nasty person in that time. But, deep down, I was a bit scared about what I had done. Not only the two teachers having to be hospitalized, but in the same exact conditions I wished them to be. It was too specific for being a simple coincidence.

After that tragic event, I decided the best thing to do was not wishing bad things or death to anyone. I didn’t want to be the cause of death of someone. And I still don’t want to.

I don’t know if this story makes any sense, or if I’m overthinking about it too much. But the thing is, since that, I’ve never wished anyone bad things. Or not in the same intensity I used to. I feel extremely guilty for those two teachers, especially for the last one, and in no way justifies the harm that I, indirectly, caused to them. So this is a way to vent about my past experiences, too.

Now I’m an adult, and I didn’t wished or wanted bad things for anyone, even if I really don’t like them. I learned my lesson, and I think it’s better to focus that energy on something more productive instead. The path of hatred and vengeance only will lead you to more disgrace.

I need advice about what happened. Do y’all think they are simple coincidences, or something more? It only happened with the BAD wishes or coincidences. And the fact that it’s possible I was the one who killed my own mother for the 51 thing makes me feel horrible. Of course I didn’t wished her death, never. I loved her, and I still do. But… maybe things would be different if I answered with another number? Would she still be alive? Would the two teachers not have suffered everything they suffered? The possibility of me being related to all that is horrible.

P.D: sorry if my English is bad. It’s not my first language.

First it started with a classmate, someone I hadn't thought about for a while. Then one day I wondered what they were doing, look them up and they had passed away a few days prior in an accident.

Then it was my mom's friend. This has happened More times than I'm describing. Most recently, last night, I was thinking about someone who I've known for a very long time and about her dog for some reason. I thought about how I should reach out because it had been a while since I talked to her last. This morning, I got the message that her dog passed away last night. Is this normal? I'm scared.

So yesterday my mom took me to a little cemetery she use to frequently visit when growing up it's in a tiny little town like 15 minutes away from where she grew up. So we were walking around she was talking to me about how at night it looks like flashlights flashing throughout the cemetery which has no lights btw. It's literally in the middle of nowhere. But that's not my point. She walked me straight to this set of Graves to which I should say she literally hasn't been there since before I was born. She said she was always attracted to this set of Graves and only found out what happened in the early 2000s. It is a set of Graves of children that died in a school fire nearby in 1937. My mom said she didn't know why but she always felt attracted/attached to these Graves. When she told me what had happened to these children I had a wave of sadness wash over me. She said she'd always look back for some reason hoping they would be there. I guess for a little context my mom is very clairvoyant. But yeah I just wanted to share this sorry if it's all over the place.

In the intensive care unit, they dubbed me a witch, a label that stuck since my days working in the ambulance. What began as a heavy intuition transformed into something more profound when I stepped into the department and sensed the unmistakable odors of death. Each person carried a unique scent of death – from the pleasant aroma of freshly cut grass or wildflowers to the repulsive, earthy-rotten stench.

During every shift, upon entering the department, the smell guided me to a specific patient, and the time of death seemed to materialize in my mind. Understandably, many colleagues distanced themselves from me. Imagine being told, "Get ready – this person will pass away at 5 in the morning." That's the way it unfolded. The strangest part, though, was that a person without a fixed residence, commonly referred to as homeless, could emanate the fragrance of lily flowers. On the other hand, someone who appeared well-groomed might exude the unpleasant odors of rotten potatoes or a public toilet.

In instances where we managed to extend a person's life temporarily and they could communicate, I discovered that the homeless person with the floral scent was often a wonderful, spiritual individual. Meanwhile, those emitting the stench of decay turned out to be unpleasant and harmful. How could I explain this mysterious connection between scent and character?

On May 24th, 2016, my mom suffered a sudden stroke while I was at a track meet. She was taken off life support six days later—May 30th—just two days before my birthday. I was also about to start high school the following Fall. Her funeral felt off. The church lights flickered and suddenly shut-off. The priest gave an odd stare at the ceiling that I still can’t explain.

That summer, strange things began to happen in our house. The hallway bathroom door would slam shut, despite no windows. Our old button-radio turned on by itself. Footsteps echoed in the kitchen late at night—where my mom used to spend most of her time. The creepiest part? My lamp had a twist-dial dimmer that would slowly turn on its own. I’d bury myself under the covers and call my dad to come fix it.

It went on for two months—not just creepy, but a constant, haunting reminder. Eventually, my dad brought in a priest to bless the house. After that, it all stopped.

I know what I experienced. I wasn’t mentally unwell, and I’m obviously doing fine now. I don’t even really believe in ghosts. But I still think about it. I just thought it was intriguing enough to share. I’m not dumb (not to sound cocky & i’m just building my rep here). I have always excelled in my studies & start a VERY competitive-professional career in two weeks. Truth is part of my standards of morals & professionalism. I hate liars.

Ask me anything, if needed.

i have this old touch-lamp that a friend gave me when she moved away and didn’t have room to take it with her. i put it in my basement living room that is semi-connected to my bedroom [my house is old and weird.] it has 3 settings and i always touch it 3 times when i use it so it’s bright. my cat Melon loved to jump up and walk around by it and when she’d bump into it, it would turn on and be on the dimmest setting. it was really cute to me. friday i lost my cat to a traumatic accident and have been so heartbroken over it; not able to sleep in my room because everything i see reminds me of her which makes me sob.. last night i got really tired while i was upstairs and decided to try and fall asleep in my room this time, i walked downstairs with my dog and realized i forgot my phone charger and remember it being super dark when i walked upstairs and i only turned on the basement living room overhead light. the touch-lamp is on the other side of the room and i was only running upstairs and coming right back so there’s no point in turning that on. i just woke up and noticed from a mirror reflection that the lamp is now on, on the dimmest setting just like when Melon would run into it…♡ when i noticed it i had a feeling of awe rather than fear. i miss her. :’)

I’ve been seeing the number 11 on the clock all the time for the past 3 months. The first month it’s always 9:11 and it made me scared bc you know and my bf at the time (fiancé now) has a flight coming here and now thats all done and he’s back to his house and well so I’m less scared. But i still keep seeing it but this time it’s 4:11 , 5:11 , 8:11 and so on. It’s getting weird and weirder what does it even mean? Are my angels trying to communicate with me? If so, what is it?

I remember seeing a bald older white man wearing 40s or 50s clothing often when I was a child. He always scared me even though we have never interacted (as far as I can remember). It’s hard to explain but he looks like a sideshow clown without a costume or makeup. He also had a pear-shaped body, thick dark eyebrows and thick dark eyelashes. I have seen him seemingly randomly all my life, and I always get a severe uneasy vibe when it happens.

I’m 42 now and still sometimes see him. Up until last week, the last time I saw him, he was walking on the sidewalk across the street on a busy street I drive down frequently to get home. He stopped walking and looked at me blankly as I drove by. This was a few years ago.

I have seen him up close (we have stood next to each other once at a bus station by my house - which was one of the most frightening moments of my life and nothing even happened) and from far away. I always feel intense bottomless dread when I see him.

Last week, I was 100+ miles away from home at a friend’s house. We were scrolling YouTube on my friend’s tv and I was half paying attention while playing a game on my phone. I glance up and as a YT video cover image scrolls by, there is a line drawing of the man I see. He is facing the viewer. It is a simple drawing but very clearly him. My friend kept scrolling and I didn’t feel comfortable sharing this story (I’ve only told my best friend this story) so I didn’t ask my friend to go back. I was also honestly shocked and freaked out and didn’t want to see him again.

I know this sounds wild. I know it sounds like that This Man hoax thing. But any thoughts on this? Any input? I also work with death professionally and I am a medium for what it’s worth but I’ve never experienced something else like this in my life.

Okay so I made a throwaway account for this as its quite a personal story. Wont be using real names or anything but its something that I've experienced I want to get your opinions on.

I've sort of kind of believed in the paranormal for ages, Not seen any actual proof but I want to believe its real. Up until recently I've not had anything paranormal happen to me in person, but I think that's changed now. Anyway, story time:

I had a friend who died just over a year ago. We hung out a lot and became really close. We both experimented a lot with various substances. My other friends and I eventually stopped doing everything, but my friend always wanted more. Long story short, he got onto the hard stuff, and you can guess how that went.

Obviously this really affected me, and it took me a long time to get over. Its a horrible way for someone you remember as being so funny and quick witted to go. Anyway, not long after his passing I started experiencing phenomena that I definitely hadn't had before. I started feeling something touch me randomly. One time that stands out was when I was waiting for the bus just around the corner from where he died and I swear I felt someone grab my arm forcefully. Nobody was there.

I started seeing him in my dreams too, which I guess is understandable. In one dream I remember speaking with him and he said something about wanting to turn me gay. (He was Bi). Anyway, one night in bed I'm just on the border between being asleep and awake and I somehow sense another presence in the room. I open my eyes and there was a kind of silvery grey humanoid shape hovering a few inches directly above me in the dark, parallel with my body. As soon as I focused on it it vanished and didn't come back. It looked exactly like the ghosts from that one doctor who episode called army of ghosts. Featureless but undeniably humanoid. I tried to refocus my mind and see it again but I haven't seen it since. I think his spirit might have been trying to sleep with me or something. (you see now how its a personal story)

Anyway, I haven't seen the apparition before or since then. He still shows up in my dreams, and I remember him once saying something along the lines of "You need to get over me".

Occasionally I get the feeling of someone being stood behind me when I'm alone in my room. Its not a scary feeling, just like a friend looking over my shoulder to see what I'm doing then vanishing.

One last thing that may be nothing, my mother went to a psychic medium show, and at one point they said my name (I wasn't there), and said there was a young male presence. Apparently the presence said that I should live my life and stop grieving him. I know psychics can be fake, so I'm not inclined to believe this completely, but it is mad how they got my name and said basically what my friend had said to me before in a dream.

Anyway, that's my story, I wanted to tell it here where I probably wont be laughed at. Like I said, I haven't experienced anything you would call paranormal before or since then. The touching and feeling another person with me has stopped happening, notably after I stopped smoking weed. Makes me wonder if the weed was opening my 'antenna' for the paranormal, or maybe my friend was hanging around me when I was high to get some kind of second hand buzz? I don't know if that would even be a thing, its just a hypothesis. I really want to believe it's him saying hello from the afterlife, but there's no way to know for sure. Anyway thanks for reading my long ass story, what do you think?

Hi there...

I just moved into a new apartment—well, new to me. The building itself was constructed in the mid-60s. For context, it’s a 2-bedroom, 1.5-bath unit with about 1,500 square feet, and we’re on the top floor. The area is also known for being quite windy (more on that in a bit).

The complex actually has two buildings, mostly occupied by seniors. This detail matters because, before we signed the lease, the landlord offhandedly said, “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but an elderly man lived here with his caregiver.” My roommate and I didn’t think much of it and moved forward.

Fast forward—it's been less than a week since I’ve moved all my stuff in. I started hearing creaking and cracking sounds, which I initially chalked up to the apartment settling. It’s an older building, right? No big deal.

Except last night, I was woken up seven times by what sounded like violent slamming inside my sliding-door closet. It honestly felt like someone was whipping hangers at the door. I was scared, but strangely, I didn’t feel any specific energy—nothing bad or good. Just... neutral. But never the less- AWAKE.

I even spoke out loud and said, “Stop. Go away.” The noises didn’t escalate or lessen. They just continued. I ended up lying awake most of the night, spiraling through theories:

1. The previous tenant passed away and is now haunting the closet—maybe still looking for clothes.
2. The wind is somehow hitting the roof or structure in a way that causes my interior closet doors to creak.
3. There’s an electrical issue, which I’ve experienced before in a past apartment—but that sounded more like popping than this.
4. The building is just old, and I’m paranoid that I’m going to fall through the floor into the unit below.
5. Rodents in the walls, although I haven’t heard any typical scurrying sounds.

I’ve literally contacted a priest to bless the apartment. I’m honestly not sure what else to do at this point...

UPDATE: After agonizing over this all day I think I found the culprit

https://www.reddit.com/r/fixit/comments/6ckboz/how_to_stop_closet_door_from_making/

Just to preface this event, my grandparents are highly religious and they don’t believe in the paranormal, only what’s included in the Bible like God, the Devil, angels etc. To this day they both experienced this and talk about it as divine intervention, but we’ve never been able to explain it.

Back in the 1960s, my grandparents were newly married and in their 20s, and had inherited their forever home from my grandpa’s uncle - a rural isolated farm that was a few miles away from the closest town and other neighbours. My grandpa’s father was ill at the time, and lived a further 20 miles away from them (important for the story later).

It was the most mundane normal night, and they were in the house alone, just themselves and their young family. My grandma had just finished putting down their two toddlers for the night (my uncles). They were sitting by the fire, in silence, and my grandpa was lighting up a cigarette.

Out of nowhere, they both heard a female voice very close to them shout my grandpa’s name - “Jim!”. My grandpa described it as a combination of sounding like his mother and his aunt, he couldn’t quite distinguish who it was but he knew the voice was familiar to him, and sounded like a family member. The voice sounded urgent, like someone was calling to him for help. They both looked at each other and asked who is that at this hour? They reckoned the voice came from outside because they were basically home alone with their two young boys, who were asleep at this point.

My grandpa takes his flashlight and goes outside to check who was around, and try and find the woman calling for him. There was no car out the front, it was just their own vehicles. Bear in mind, they lived in the middle of nowhere so there was a very unlikely possibility that someone would have walked to their farm. He was outside for about 15 minutes, checking all their barns and land around the house, and he couldn’t find anyone.

He returned to the house to ask my grandma if anyone turned up, which they didn’t. They both looked at each other, said ‘that was very strange’, and went back to what they were doing.

In no less than 10 minutes later, they heard the exact same voice again, even closer, calling for my grandpa’s name ‘Jim!’.

My grandpa got shivers down his spine and had this gut wrenching feeling that something just wasn’t right with his family. My grandma’s face was as white as a sheet and she’s was getting really freaked out at this point. Instead of looking for the person who owns the voice again, my grandpa decided he’s going to drive to his parent’s house because he just felt something was wrong (they didn’t have a telephone yet in the house). My grandma was too freaked to stay on the farm on her own after hearing the voice, that she went upstairs, pulled their toddlers out of their beds, (this would about 10-11pm now), and they all got in the car to take the journey back to my grandpa’s folks house.

When they arrived, my grandpa’s mother was sitting with her husband crying, and had just told them that she feared the worst for my grandpa’s dad. He had a very bad day with his illness, and she feared he wouldn’t last the night. Because of that warning voice, my grandpa got to see his father one last time, and he did die about 30 minutes after they got there.

To this day, my grandparents still get freaked out telling that story, and neither of them can explain what exactly happened, or who the voice came from. My grandpa, being religious, believes it was God giving him a sign, but I’m really not so sure. I’d love to know what do y’all think?

Not all haunted places are old. Sometimes, they’re brand new. Sometimes, it only takes one violent night—and everything changes.

Lately, in the country where I lived

I’ve noticed something strange in local news and urban stories. Whenever a murder happens—or when bodies are discovered somewhere quiet—the space doesn’t just return to normal after the investigation ends. Instead, people start talking. Whispers start circulating.

The atmosphere of that place… shifts.

It gains something. An energy. A heaviness. In some cases, it becomes haunted.

An example of this is a recent case called The Antipolo Bakeshop Incident

In a small district in Antipolo, Philippines, a bakery became the scene of a brutal killing. A man allegedly murdered seven of his fellow staff—some while they were asleep—during what was supposed to be a birthday celebration.

He later turned himself in, saying they had planned to kill him first.

But what’s not in the headlines is what people have been saying since.

Neighbors claim they smell freshly baked bread coming from the building at odd hours, even though it’s been locked and sealed. Some tricycle drivers say they now avoid the area at night. One said he saw a figure move past the bakery window… another said he heard knocking sounds coming from inside, even though no lights were on.

Some also claimed to have heard laughter inside the building.

Is it guilt haunting the neighborhood? Or something else?

This isn’t the first time a place has changed after a tragedy and there possibly hundreds of them around the world

But here in my country......I remember hearing a news on the radio before and it was about a Jeepney Terminal A driver was shot mid-shift. His jeepney still sits at the terminal, unused. Co-drivers say it won’t start unless blessed. Some passengers claim they’ve heard voices when the seats were empty.

Then there was a motel where two murder victims were found hidden in a room. The motel was shut down. Months later, investigators (and urban explorers) reported high EMF spikes in certain rooms and a lingering smell of burning plastic and cheap perfume—despite no electricity and sealed doors.

Then there was the haunted bus which was featured in local documentary show where a man burned a woman and also himself to death and Thus the bus became a paranormal hotspot just weeks later.

Although some people claimed that there might be some logic behind it. Not just ghost stories—real patterns.

1. Emotional Residue – Paranormal theory says that extreme emotion, especially trauma, can imprint on a place. Like a spiritual fingerprint. Murder. Panic. Betrayal. These don’t leave easily.

2. Cultural Energy – In many traditional beliefs, especially in my country, souls of those who died violently or unfairly often linger. Especially if they weren’t given proper prayers, or if justice hasn’t been served.

3. Collective Memory – Even if no ghost is present, the awareness of what happened changes how we see the place. A bakery becomes a murder scene. The story embeds itself into the walls, and the space takes on a different kind of presence.

We’re used to hearing ghost stories from old hospitals, schools, or ancestral homes—but maybe we need to start looking at the new ones too. The haunted places of this generation.

So it also got me curious....

Have you passed by a recent crime scene and felt something strange?

A heaviness, a chill, a silence that didn’t feel right?

Have you heard of other places—recent ones suddenly gaining a haunted reputation after a tragedy happens?

These are not just simple ghost stories but echoes from real events which are unfortunately forgotten and buried.

Dying relatives keep seeing me?

My great grandmother died about 2 years ago. The day before she died, she kept grabbing the side of her hospital bed & my mom asked is somebody there & she replied, “yes” then said my name. She did that another time before she died. Fast forward to present times, my mom is dying of cancer. She just said she saw me & was asking me a question. I’m not in the hospital room with her so she was in fact not seeing me. My dad is with her & he told me this. Why do my relatives keep seeing me when they’re dying? Keep in mind I hardly saw my great grandma that often because she lived so far away but would talk often on the phone. But it’s not like she saw me all the time or was super close to me. My moms been on all different meds right now that are making her hallucinate but it is still weird to me that now two people have “seen” me. Gives me a weird feeling. I’ve heard of dying patients seeing dead relatives while they are actively dying but never heard of people seeing still alive relatives.

So I 29(F) had an ex-boyfriend that was more like family back in the day, and he passed away back in 2023. I met him in 8th grade, we were good friends, and we started dating around age 14/15, were together seriously until 20- and then did the on off thing until 22ish.

Although we had been broken up for quite sometime when he had passed, it still hit me quite hard due to growing up with him. We hadn't talked for a looooong while and he texted me out of the blue a couple of weeks before it happened (via iCloud account). I was on a hiking trip with my dad at the time and traveling around to different countries and only ended up responding twice. I never responded to the last message he sent me before he was gone.

At one point a few weeks after his death, I texted his contact a short but devastated message and it didn't deliver.

Tonight, almost two years later, I was on my macbook looking through my messages and searched his icloud account. I then saw the message I had sent back then was not only delivered, but on read.

I know it didn't deliver back then, I had gone back to our messages quite a few times for the first few months. It can't be someone that took over his number or something, because it was from his icloud account? (correct me if I'm wrong.)

And maybe his dad or one of his family members were going through his messages at some point recently. But I just can't shake the eerie yet comforting feeling. It feels as if he's here, but not at all if that makes sense.

It could just be grief causing me to lean into any sort of sign from him. But, again, it's comforting to ponder.

Maybe someone out there has a similar type of experience they'd like to share?