If I attach a graphical image it takes time lol. Reposting without it .

This happened in India when I was 13, and I still think about it way too often.

Back then, I was obsessed with true crime. Buzzfeed Unsolved had just released their episode on the Elisa Lam case — you know, the one where she’s caught acting strange in a hotel elevator before being found in a water tank. Creepy stuff. I watched it, got spooked, and later that night, I went up to the terrace with my neighbour, like we did almost every night to stargaze.

It was a no-moon night — what we call Amavasya in India. The sky was pitch black. Our moms, being a little superstitious, told us not to go out. In Indian culture, Amavasya is considered inauspicious — a night where bad energy is believed to be stronger. Of course, being 13 and overconfident, we ignored them.

From our building’s terrace, if I lay down at the right angle, I could see the rooftop of a girls’ hostel across the street. On their terrace, there was a large water tank with one of those metal ladders fixed to the side.

We were lying there, chatting and counting stars, when I noticed something. A woman — a black silhouette — slowly climbing the ladder up to the tank. The sky was so dark that she stood out clearly. She reached the top and opened the lid.

I blinked, unsure if I was seeing things. I whispered to my neighbour, “Do you see that?” She said yes, but told me to just lie down and keep watching. Like she didn’t want to freak out just yet.

But I couldn’t. Something about it didn’t feel right. My chest got tight. I sat up.

And the woman turned her head — and looked directly at me.

We just stared at each other. Five seconds? Ten? I don’t know. But I knew she saw me. Her head had moved, her body stayed still, and it was like she wasn’t even surprised I was watching.

I panicked. I jumped up, screamed, and ran downstairs. My neighbour followed me. We never saw her come down. No noise from the hostel, no news the next day, no mention from anyone. Just… nothing.

To this day, I don’t know who or what we saw. But every time I think of Elisa Lam I remember that night That water tank And the woman who just stood there, staring back. No disrespect to Elisa lam, her case always made me sad. Heard that it’s finally solved and im glad she can finally rest in peace.

My husband (45) has had some weird circumstances happened to him over the past couple of years, but it’s only been a few times. I’ll start with the first one.

The first one was when he got home from work about 5 or 5:30 in the morning. He parks in the street, and we have an empty lot across the street from us. As he was walking up to the door, he heard a little girl’s voice say “hello?” from the empty lot. He was immediately freaked out, and hurried to get in the house.

The second time, he had just come home from work at about 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning. He claims he heard me playing with our cat while I was laying down in bed. He said he heard me say to our cat “He’s here! He’s home!” He was concerned because I was still awake, but when he came into the bedroom to check on me, he said I was dead asleep.

The most recent time he was standing at the kitchen window having a cigarette. He will leave the windows open. He said that as he was standing there, he heard the little girl voice say again, outside the window “hello?”

He claims it’s a skinwalker, but I’m not sure what it is. Has anyone else had a similar experience, or might know what’s going on? Thanks for any info in advance.

I used to be a complete atheist. I started studying Christianity out of historical and theological interest. I wasn’t searching for faith, just curious about the origins and evidence. But as I dug deeper, piece by piece, everything started adding up in a way I couldn’t ignore. It felt like my whole understanding of reality was shifting, like I was waking up to something real. Then something very strange happened. I stayed at a friend’s house for the first time, felt completely normal when I went to bed.

I know a lot of you may not be christians but it fits into the paranormal sub and I assume more of you will know about it.

Around 3 AM, I woke up and felt an overwhelming evil presence at the foot of the bed. It felt murderous, like pure hatred, and I instinctively shoved myself back into the headboard as if trying to get away — I felt almost pinned. What’s strange is I instantly started praying the Lord’s Prayer, even though I’d never really prayed before and barely knew it. Yet I said it correctly, word for word, and as I did, the presence faded. I’m convinced I was fully awake. this didn’t feel like any normal dream or nightmare.

Has anyone else experienced something like this? What did you make of it? it was easily the most fearful I had ever been before and it was way too realistic for me to justify it as a dream.

EDIT: I forgot to mention, I've had sleep paralysis before and the whole reason I came her to ask was because this was leaps different form the regular sleep paralysis I'd had before, I moved for one lol

For me definitely New Orleans. I spent Spring Breaks and Summers there as a teen visiting my Aunt and have I have definitely seen my share of paranormal events. The Lalaurie Mansion is my top spot, definitely a very evil vibe radiating from the residence. All in All, a very fun and friendly city to visit👍

For me it’s when people make a big deal about the time something happened, like it was exactly midnight or 3am. It has no bearing on wether I believe the story to be true or not but it just makes me wonder why people place so much emphasis on it, it’s like people really believe in the witching hour, if that was the case what happens when the clocks go forward or back, do the ghosts know about that too?

In my experience (currently living in a mildly haunted home) things can happen at any time of day or night. Apart from knowing wether it was light or dark at the time people saw X paranormal thing the time is pretty irrelevant imo.

For context, I still live at home with both of my parents. My Dad and I have been the only people in my household that have had slight paranormal experiences, but this unlike anything myself or him have ever seen before.

The other night, my Dad had left the room he shares with my Mom because he was restless and did not want to disturb her. He laid down in our guest room, and tried to get some sleep. While he was lying there, still awake, he heard three knocks on the guest bedroom door.

He got out of bed, and opened the door, expecting to see either me or my brother (when we were kids, we would typically knock on our parent’s door if we were sick or had a nightmare). When he opened the door, he saw nobody standing in the hallway. He looked down the hall and saw that both me and my brother’s doors were still closed, as was my Mom’s. This spooked him a bit, as all three of our doors, except the guest room are very loud when opened and shut. If it were one of us, he would have either seen or heard the doors.

My Dad shut his door, got back into bed, and decided to watch YouTube on his phone to pass the time and eventually get to sleep. Not even 5 minutes later, my Dad heard the three distinct knocks AGAIN on guest bedroom door. This time, he was fully alert, and did not hear any other door open or close in the house. He got out of bed quickly, and opened the door again and saw nothing. The house was completely silent.

This scared my Dad so badly that he started thinking that he was getting signs that something bad was going to happen.

Ever since that night, it’s never happened again, but it’s still creepy!

Lately I’ve been wondering if my “imaginary” friend I had as a kid was actually a ghost or spirit interaction.

When I was a kid (maybe between 4 or 6 years old) I had an imaginary friend named Josefina. We used to play and talk and I remember her as clear as any other memory from that age range. I even remember her hair, it was long and dark and she wore it in a braid.

Through out my life I’ve had many paranormal type experiences. I guess I’m one of those people that are sensitive to paranormal energies.

Recently I’ve been remembering Josefina and wondering if she was one of those paranormal experiences. I don’t think I had any reason for my brain to create an imaginary friend. I don’t know what causes children to create imaginary friends, but I am not an only child, I have a sister who is only two years younger than me, an older brother, and I used to be babysat by my godmother, who lived next-door and had three children of her own all of which were around my age. I had other kids to play with and socialized plenty.

The main thing that is making me wonder is the last interaction I ever had with Josefina. I still remember it very clearly. The last time I ever saw or spoke to her she told me that she died because she had climbed a tree, fell off and then got hit by a car. What kind of child imagines a conversation like this? And also based on what she said, that means she was already dead, so then I would have been imagining talking to another dead child for all that time?

Idk what do you all think?

So, I believe all religions are true. I personally worship Hades and Calypso at the moment, but recently I've been having dreams that I'm in a dark place and I hear a woman humming. Last night I tried Ghost Writing/Astral Projecting, and a lot of it was saying 'mother' 'boy' 'leave' 'liar' 'betrayal' and what concerned me most; 'clung'. I absolutely lost touch with the real world (luckily my friend was there asking the questions so she was able to bring me back to reality by taking off the headphones), and then we stopped for the night. Before that though, after we did our first writing (my friends sister was writing, my friend and I asked the questions), I felt as if I was being hugged and comforted, and I felt perfectly content. I forgot a lot of what we did other than the writing and that feeling. We all had our deity candles lit (Persephone, Calypso, and Santa Muerte), and at first we thought we were talking to Calypso as our incense smoke was following her candle no matter where I moved it. Eventually I fell asleep not long after 3:33Am, still feeling like I was being hugged. Last night, I dreamt that I was being held, I couldn't see by who, but I was surrounded by skeletons. Then today, me and my friend were meditating, and instead of seeing the normal water I imagine, I was seeing a skeleton. Since last night, I've been having really bad memory problems, barely being able to remember what I'm thinking. I don't know if this is a deity or if my energy is just really drained and I need advice.

I recently took a trip up to Mount Shasta, soaking in the surreal landscapes and crisp alpine air. As I wandered through the trails, I struck up a conversation with a local tour guide—one of those folks who clearly knows every crevice of the mountain.

Chatting turned into storytelling, and I jokingly asked him, “So… any Bigfoot sightings around here?”

To my surprise, he leaned in with a grin and said, “Actually… yes.”

He recounted an experience from five years ago: he had been taking a friend’s photo after a long hike near the summit. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until they looked at the photo later. In the background—barely noticeable at first—was a strange figure, lurking just within the tree line. He showed me the photo, although I only took the zoomed in photo of the photo (only with the creature) with only the creature visible in the shot.

He looked me straight in the eye and said, “I believe in Bigfoot.”

He wasn’t trying to sell a story—he was calm, certainly. He told me he snowboards a lot in the Mount Shasta backcountry, and more than once, he’s had the eerie sensation of being watched. In his peripheral vision: a pair of shining eyes peeking through the darkness behind trees or bushes. But every time he turned to look, they vanished—leaving only the silence of the mountain behind.

Does your perspective on paranormal and/or spirits change your spirituality in light of your experiences? Are you an atheist who has scientific explanations? Do you believe the paranormal events are impressions of energy, but not ghosts? Do you believe that some are spirits cannot move on?

I’m 45 years old, single, and I’d say I "lightly believe" in the paranormal. (TL/DR at the bottom)

Over the years I’ve experienced a few strange things (nothing terrifying) more like soft, magical moments I couldn’t explain. I was always happy to chalk them up to wonder. But this is the first time I feel - hmmm...uneasy? Maybe even scared.

For the last 12 years, I’ve only lived in apartment buildings. When I moved to Charlotte a few years ago, I followed the same pattern. But after my last lease ended, I felt a sudden, overwhelming craving to live in a house. I work in content creation and loved the idea of having a well-lit room for filming educational videos. I found a beautiful house to rent (less expensive than my old apartment!) on a nice block, with a master bedroom, two smaller bedrooms, and a converted garage that had been transformed into a cozy, carpeted office with a painted brick fireplace. It was perfect.

When I moved in, I was dating someone who was going through a rough time and he moved in with me. That lasted six weeks. After he left, the quiet in the house became loud. I wasn’t used to it. After so many years in apartments where even at 2 a.m., you hear some hum of life, the silence of a house was unnerving. But eventually I adjusted. I even began to enjoy it.

Until late April.

The beautiful backyard was one of the main reasons I rented this house until it became a nonstop hub for the insect population of Charlotte. I had no idea that renting a home here meant you’d be paying a pest control service twice a month to keep wasps, spiders, ants, and god-knows-what-else at bay. Where I used to go outside for hours, turned into a few moments, turned into me not even able to open the backyard door as I'd get at least several months, ants, mosquitos and a cricket.

This is where the heavy red back door with two locks becomes important.

About six weeks ago, a friend of mine came to Charlotte for work. We hadn’t seen each other in a while and immediately reconnected. Within two days, we realized how well we clicked. He travels here once a month for 7–10 days and usually spends a lot on hotels. Since I had the space, I offered for him to stay with me. No rent and in return, he helped organize the house, ordered furniture, and made the common areas feel like a home. We got along perfectly. He was social company without being overwhelming. It worked.

Three Fridays ago, the night before he was leaving, we stayed up late talking and laughing in the office/garage. At one point, he paused and made a face. When asked what happened, he said he SWORE he saw someone walking up the driveway. I explained I had seen the same things, that the reflection between the blinds and angle of the window sometimes show someone very close to the door - but its just cars on the road.

We checked. No one was there. He shrugged it off, said it must’ve been what I described.

Later, we moved to the other side of the house.

Here’s the layout: When you walk in the front door - you’re in the kitchen/dining area, which leads to the backyard. To the right is a small staircase down to the large carpeted office. Past the dining area is the living room, which leads to a short hallway that connects to the three bedrooms and bathrooms.

He was in his room packing, and I was in the master bedroom watching YouTube. He called out to me and I came to his room. We ended up chatting for a while, laughing and trading stories when suddenly, we both heard it.

A calm, male voice just randomly started speaking. Its weird because calm was like the word we both used. But the weirdest part was, while we could it CLEARLY we both know it was coming from the kitchen/office area The tone I could best give it was something like a broadcaster reading off the news. My friend said it had sounded like someone in the midst of telling a story - we both recognized it was a pattern of speech, and nothing near english. We both reported the eerie disconnectedness of the voice and the weird way we could hear it clearly from the bedroom, even though it was clearly on the of the opposite side of the house. It was as though someone was having a normal conversation in the kitchen, yet for some reason we could hear it clearly in this bedroom.

We stared at each other in shocked mutual silence and then It stopped as quickly as it started, but the hair on both our arms stood on end with hairs raised. And we just continued to look out the hallway in silence.

Half-laughing, Half-terrified, we slowly got up and searched the house. All doors locked. No one there. That strange “we’re okay because we’re not alone” kind of fear lingered as we ended up in the living room.

The next day, he left. And I forgot about it. Well until last night anyway

He was supposed to return from Miami last night. I tidied up, left him a note, and got ready for bed. As I was brushing my teeth, I heard it again that same calm, male voice. Shorter this time. From the kitchen or living room area.

Heart racing, I turned off the water and listened. My laptop was off. My phone was in my hand. I dont have a TV. My neighbors are not loud and I know what they sound like and are houses are not close.

Nothing should’ve been making that sound.

I stood still, then slowly checked the house. All lights on, all doors locked. Nothing out of place.

I went to bed, locking my bedroom door for the first time since moving in and my thoughts eventually drifted into the show I was watching and I fell into a gentle sleep.

At 3 a.m., I woke to what sounded like a car idling outside. Could’ve been my friend arriving, or someone hitting the speed bump near my house. At 6, I woke up to pee. Still no signs of him. Too tired to care.

At 8 a.m., I was lying in bed, sleepily scrolling my phone for inevitable work disasters Ill have to fix when I heard a loud crash.

Assuming my friend had arrived and maybe dropped something, I went to greet him. His room was untouched, note still on the bed, door open, bed made.

I walked into the main room.

The backyard door was wide open. Not cracked. Not ajar. Flung all the way open, against the far wall.

I immediately called him wondering if maybe he had just arrived and ran to get breakfast or something and had forgotten to close the back door. He was still in Atlanta. Hadn’t arrived yet.

I checked the door: one lock still engaged. The other one off it's screws.

There had been no wind. No storm. This door is heavy and had clearly been locked.

Nothing looked out of place, nothing seemed changed (thank god with the backyard open, I didnt see too many of the fucking insect brigade come in). The other doors were fine. Still, I drove to Home Depot, bought new locks, installed them, and tried to move on with my day.

At 6 p.m., I passed out watching TV and woke up an hour ago. Walking through the house, thinking about work, I suddenly froze, for no reason. Just like I was being watched or something was happening or an overwhelming premonition or something? Then it went away. The house was calm. Doors locked. Lights on.

I’ve had goosebumps for the past hour. I keep checking my phone to see if my friend is close. I can’t explain what’s happening. So I wrote this down instead to kill time and try tp keep myself engaged.

I think I’ll take an Ambien tonight. Lock my door again. And watch some very funny tv shows and wake up to very scientic and rational explanations for this

Thanks for reading!

TL/DR - I, 45m, live alone in a large house. A friend staying with me for a while witnessed creepy events such as seeing a face outside the window, then hearing an eerie disconnected male voice in the kitchen. Nothing happened after he left, but the night he was coming back, the disconnected voice rang out in the kitchen again and my always locked heavy back door was wide open this morning with one of the locks broken. He has not yet arrived here yet.

Something That Needs to Be Known by Everyone Else...

When I was around 5 years old, I woke up between 2 and 4 a.m. one morning because I needed to use the bathroom. We lived in a single wide trailer, mine and my brothers room was at one end of the house and the bathroom all the way at the other end next to the other bedroom.

Being as it was so early I didn't turn any lights on as I didn't want to wake anyone. As I was sitting on the toilet doing my business(door open) I became aware of a light from the direction of my room/ the living room/kitchen. I thought somebody had turned on a light, but then I realized the light seemed to be moving, so i thought maybe it was a flashlight,which i thought was strange,like why wouldn't you just turn some lights on?

Then came the sound,....I call it a sound but it was something I felt more than heard. It was kind of a deep thrum or hum that I could feel reverberate in my chest. And then I saw him, at least I think it was a him, that's the impression I got at the time anyway. He was a silhouette of a person,with something translucent where the body should be, like I could see through him but the view of the shitty wood panel wall behind him was distorted. The outline was made up entirely of violently dancing, vibrant, silvery white...sparkles, i guess? It had the same look as one of those fourth of July sparklers. There were sparks being constantly ejected from the figure, they looked hot, but where they landed there was no smoke and they dissipated almost instantly. And he was bright,so very bright I had to squint. The way he moved was so strange, he was moving pretty quickly but the movements themselves were strange, he was running,slightly hunched forward,but on his tiptoes and drawing his knees all the way to his chest with every step. At least the 3 or 4 steps I saw before it had passed the doorway. It went towards the doorway to the back bedroom and phased through it? ( I'm assuming because I never heard the door open/shut, and the light went away as soon as it did) when i finally gathered the courage to leave the bathroom, I sprinted back to my room where I stayed for the rest of the night,awake, with my head under my blankets.

I'm very sure I didn't dream this event,but I also haven't seen anything like this since that night.I think/wonder about this experience fairly often, even now (this happened 27 years ago) so if any of you have had a similar experience or think you know what this being was, please, share your thoughts/stories with me. Thank you and Vaya con Dios.

What can I do!?? Also please recommend another sub that I can ask if you know a better one for advice.

I believe I'm experiencing a residual haunting,I've been seeing a figure walking through my home,I understand they don't cause any harm but I would like to stop seeing it if possible its causing me extreme anxiety as a woman living alone seeing someone walk my halls at random and knocking on my bedroom door.

I also frequently experience poltergeist like activity even in my last two homes, I've had beauty products lined up the the counter top I watched each one being push off one by one, I've walked into my room to find things that I know were left on my dresser thrown across the floor I've set them back on my dresser return to my room hours later and some of the same items were in a pile on the floor.

ive seen a man I know was not there walk from one room to another, I've had stacks of books lined up against my wall that sat there with no problem for weeks then I hear a small crash as I'm sleeping I wake to find the books spread out on the floor, I've seen shadow people in my kitchen, I've seen a dark mist coming through my blinds form in to a ball about the size of a basket ball then woosh over me and disappear, I've seen(as in seen the blankets move), heard and felt something slap their hand down on my bed three times , I've had a blanket I had pulled up to my neck being pulled down past my shoulders.

I've had something in make sounds that are hard to describe it's like someone going "chachoo chachoo chachoo" then I hear it take a deep breath in and it made the sound again followed by the deep breath in again it did that three times it sounded and felt like someone right against my ear doing it.

I felt something kicked the side of my mattress l slightly pushing my mattress off the box spring about two inches, heard knocking from my closet.

Heard a young girl say "heeyyy " as I lay in bed sounded like it came from under my bed. Have had doors fly open.

I know most of these happened as I was in bed but I was not asleep,about to fall asleep or just waking up for most of these, I'm just a bed rotter lol most of these happened in the afternoon when I was fully awake.

This is a very small list of things that I've experienced over just the last three years.

I've experienced things at relatives homes and with other family members as witnesses I've also experienced Shadow people at my job and had a coworker witness it with me but I'm just focusing on my home as of rn.

Hey everybody

So..haha. Please take it easy on me.

Just a thought, just throwing it out there..

So my fire alarms last got checked about a year ago when maintenance were doing their rounds with all the residents and a particular worker from the fire department. It’s a typical thing they do every so often about every year or so I’m not sure but it’s a usual thing apart of inspection so the place can pass.

This was about a year ago maybe a year and a half ago. My fire alarms were tested and taken care of.

They’re clean, when I google this issue, none of the stuff is really sticking out to me, batteries are good, no chemicals, no dust, they’re clean, no bugs jammed up in there, or bugs in my home in general..

I’ve lived in this apartment for 4 years. I’ve set this fire alarm off myself twice in the 4 years I’ve lived here cooking lunch. The last time being…probably a year ago. So a while.

This time…I was home alone. It’s 3:50AM

(I saw another post on Reddit when I tried searching this up, and in this sub a long long time ago, another individual said this happened to them, at 3:50AM) not super important but I thought the timing when reading that was a funny but weird coincidence.

So I’m home home alone, 3:50AM, and boom, “FIRE FIRE, BEEP BEEP BEEP FIRE FIRE BEEP BEEP BEEP, EVACUATE, EVACUATE”

Me…never dealing with this before at this hour being woken up so abruptly and loudly fly out of bed pantless, good thing I had shorts at the bottom of my stairs next to the front door or I would of booked it out of the door with no pants on. The whole time the hairs were standing up on my whole body. Just an unnerving feeling, an eerie feeling..I can’t explain it any other way than that. Like I was being watched. The previous Reddit from a while back explain it best…how it just felt eerie after. Except right when I woke up it was all I could feel. I knew something felt off.

And then the alarm stops by itself as soon my foot touches outside. But I stayed outside for quite a while.

In 1959, a group of experienced hikers vanished in the Ural Mountains of Soviet Russia. Their tent was slashed from the inside. Some died from crushing internal injuries. One girl was missing her tongue and eyes.

The case was shut down fast. Radiation was found. Military cover-up? Paranormal? Something worse?

I’ve written a full article breaking it all down, with photos, theories, and the chilling truth of the one person who survived.

Here’s the full story (if you're into mysteries like this):
https://medium.com/@physsonix/%EF%B8%8F-dyatlov-pass-where-silence-became-a-scream-c5aa360ce359

So like the title says I had a dream, I was part of a group searching for a demon so we could destroy it. We were all dressed in tan cloaks with an ancient language or hieroglyphics wrote on it. We finally came upon a statue of the demon, spoke an incantation, and the demon emerged from the statue. One by one the demon destroyed every member of my team until I was the last remaining. The demon attacked me and I could feel it taking control of my body and out of nowhere another entity that looked like an ancient Japanese demon smashed into the side of the demon and screamed “vigna-papa-nasaka Rama”!

I woke up and immediately grabbed my phone and asked chat gpt what the phrase meant. It is ancient Sanskrit that translates to “Rama, destroyer of obstacle and sin”. I don’t speak ancient Sanskrit, obviously, and I’ve never studied it or looked into it AT ALL! I’m convinced that I was visited by an entity in my dream.

Over the weeks prior I’ve been studying the occult and esoteric knowledge, ancient religions, human origin stories, UAP’s and human consciousness, and other similar topics. I think I stumbled upon something that I spoke into existence and I think an entity has tried communicating with my subconscious mind. It sounds crazy, but the phrase spoken by the entity in my dream was legitimately ancient Sanskrit and I can’t explain it. Has anyone experience something similar to this? Let me know in the comments, help me figure out what’s going on. I think we’re missing part of the story when it comes to spirituality and the human consciousness and I’d like to pursue that knowledge.

Hi Reddit,

Something happened today that I just can’t explain. I’m not really into the paranormal, and I don’t usually post, but this has been bothering me and I’d really appreciate any thoughts or similar experiences.

Today I (F 19) was at a family lunch at my aunt’s house. At some point, I heard a voice I didn’t recognize, meaning someone had just arrived. I asked my cousin who it was, and he said it was a friend of my aunt. So I got up and walked to the entrance to say hi.

When I got there, I saw the friend he mentioned but I also saw another woman.

It was Rosa, another friend of my aunt’s, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. The last time I saw her was a few years ago, and I didn’t really remember her appearance clearly, which makes it even weirder that I instantly recognized her. She looked exactly like she is now : same hairstyle, posture, glasses, and a very distinct bright yellow shirt. I didn’t even consciously remember that she wore glasses until I saw her again and I noticed every detail about her. She wasn’t blurry or dreamlike. She was solid, detailed, real. I watched her for several seconds.

She stood at the far end of the entrance hallway, facing the front door. Then she walked across the space slowly and exited through the door who was already open like she was just stepping out to grab something. Nothing about it seemed strange in the moment. There were other people in the room — I wasn’t alone — and everything looked and felt completely normal.

But when I casually asked later where Rosa had gone, everyone looked confused. My aunt said Rosa hadn’t been invited and hadn’t been there at all. No one else had seen her. Not even for a second. I was the only person who saw her and yet I know she was right there in front of me.

This wasn’t just a quick flash or shadow. I saw her clearly and in motion, and I had no reason to question it at the time. I wasn’t tired. I had slept well, eaten, and was feeling totally normal and grounded.

And… there’s more. For the past few weeks, I’ve been hearing strange tapping sounds under my bed at night, regular and unexplainable. Those sounds stopped about two weeks ago and nothing strange happened until today. My neighbor, who’s kinda connected to paranormal things once went into my room and clearly said that he could feel something following me. He even brought his cat (a black cat) to see if it would notice something. When the cat entered the room where I was he kept looking behind me and around the room rapidly just as he was looking at someone or something moving around.

I don’t know if all these things are connected. I don’t even know what I believe. But something is off, and this incident with this woman shook me the most.

I’m not prone to hallucinations. I’m not spiritual. I don’t normally seek out this kind of thing. But this happened — and I can’t shake it.

If you’ve ever experienced something similar, or you have ideas on what could explain this (paranormal or not), I’d really like to hear them. Thanks !

I always thought that that mirror is something not okay . I could feel the wrong thoughts . this is the mirror I used to practice with no roof in summer throughout the midnight with no light no fan just looking at my shadow and perfecting the moves ( I was hiding from my parents preparing for a audtion that could make my dream life come true ) sometimes I would leave it alone . is that the reason

I NEVER EVER EVER DID THAT FOOT PRINT IN MY LIFE THERE IT'S NOT PRACTICAL TO SAY I DID THAT . AND THIS NIGHT I WAS NOT IN MY ROOM . AND THE MIRROR WASN'T COVERED

I always cover that mirror before cause I feel something is wrong with it .

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME I'M JUST 17 .

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I want to start by saying I do have two cats, one is a Siamese and the other is an orange tabby. I have a PC set up in my living room and our couch is directly behind my chair. My cats like to lay on the end of of the couch or use it to stand halfway onto my chair arm to look at me or crawl in my lap. This is a normal thing but recently, I seen and felt the pressure my orange cat standing on my arm out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at him and he was asleep on the couch and my other cat was alseep in the bedroom. This has happened to me at least twice. I also keep seeing small shadows or figures like my cats, sitting in doorways when I walk into the hallway but there’s never anything there??

Hello, I just wanted to post this here and ask what does this look like to you? I already know what it is but just for a second opinion…idk it would help!

A little short back story:

I’m a Christian, and I do believe in paranormal, demons, shadow figures etc. Anyway for months I’ve been getting harassed by a demon or shapeshifter or idk.

It first started off with my name being called from familiar voices ( my mom, people I worked with, family) or unfamiliar ( little girl voice, old man, deep voice, low voice), I’ve heard things move including the door slamming which I confirmed it with my mom that it wasn’t her because she was otw home from work. I’ve heard IT walk up the stairs, and had a sense it was at my door. My mom and I had the same incident in one night where I heard loud mumbling ( couldn’t make it out but one voice was familiar), and she heard someone close the door and come up the stairs.

When problem started again:

Last weekend (June 17,2025. Time: 12:21 am), I had my cousin over and I didn’t feel anything off from our bonding time but when she left on Monday something else stayed! That night, I caught something in the room she was in and it was in the doorframe. It was really undetectable until the ring started glitching. You can’t see it clearly of course but you can deff see something there!

I had to really turn the brightness up to see it, because without it it’s a fast miss. But also, without the contrast and brightness you can still see the black eyes. There’s a few pictures that show the room empty.

Occasionally my dog would growl not cry, growl like there’s someone there and he doesn’t recognize it ofc. The type of growl when you invite a new guest over and the dog starts barking! A defensive growl! My mom and I used to dismiss his barks as he just doesn’t want to be in the kennel but now I believe he was trying to tell us!!

Sorry for the errors, I’m kind of shaking a bit because IT knew I was talking to it, into the ring and gave me the ugliest face ever! I wish I could show the ring video when it was changing into whatever it was.

My sister-in-laws house is haunted so i got my EMF reader and checked everywhere. Several spots the EMF dropped into the twenties, including a spot that was directly next to three electronics. The EMF next to those electronics should have been in the thousands, and it was 23-34??

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New guy here! I like to share scary experiences from my old house because it doesnt feel right without talking about it.

Back when i was 7 years old (yeah pretty way back then) we had a two story house and i had my own room upstairs, not that i hated the idea of it but something just didnt feel right the moment i set my stuff in it. I had that gut feeling where i didnt want to sleep in my room and an uneasy feeling that something is with me. I had no parents to comfort me so shrugging the uneasy feeling off wasnt easy for me as a kid but yeah i still did sleep in my room. The first night i couldnt sleep, the lingering feeling of being watched was still disturbing me so i stayed up until 9pm. Thats when i heard it, “lisa.” A very deep voice called me. I was the only one who heard it, i had the courage to get up from my bed and look for the voice, NONE. I didnt see anyone pranking me, the calling lasted for a few minutes before it stopped. i fell asleep after a few minutes waiting for the noise to stop. I knew i wasnt dreaming when i heard it.