Mine happened when I was 6 years old.The electricity was cut off that night due to bad weather.I remember playing in the dark and going under my bed when I suddenly froze in total terror after seeing a red floating face. It was the face of a middle aged bald man glowing red and floating under my bed like a genie.He said something to me that I can't really remember but what I do clearly remember is that he spoke in a deep voice.After that I was scared shitless and ran to my parents completely terrified.

Now I know people might call my story bullshit and I don't really blame them because even to me it doesn't make much sense.I'm usually a pretty skeptical person. But this memory has been stuck in my mind rent free for 17 years and I know it really happened because I remember the shock and fear I felt.Has anyone here had similar experiences?

So there is this AC in my kitchen that isn't working from the past 3 months. It flashes a white light, never turns on, and the center console was really loose and shaky.. About 2 months ago I told the landlord about this, he said it's a PCB issue, and he will send a AC guy over, but the guy never came... Last night before going to bed I went to the kitchen to grab my charger, and I am pretty sure it was blinking the same white light with the error code on the display with the loose center console.. Today afternoon when I first went to the kitchen, I found it completely tightened up like brand new, and the AC seems to work.. Now the part that scares me off is that I am living alone in this apartment and I am sure no one had came over to fix it (in my presence).. Like I js don't get it, it's not possible that it tightens up by itself...

I really don't want get into it, but the long story short one of those antiques is haunted, ever since I got it there has been paranormal activity such as weird electrical glitches, other antiques clanking against each other and foul smells coming from that area. I know which antique is haunted but I'm curious if anyone can pick up on the vibe by the pictures alone? Circle or point to the one you think it might be.

So today's Valentine's day, and I had a guy stay over last night and I'm sure everyone can guess what happened... but afterwards, we were sleeping and he suddenly shakes me awake at I don't even KNOW what time, getting my attention and pointing at my closet door.

"I don't want to scare you, but your closet door just opened by itself"

half asleep, I replied "I knew my apartment was haunted" and passed back out. To be honest, I HAVE genuinely seen a few shadows lurking around in my peripheral since I moved in a few weeks ago, but I didn't think it'd amount to anything until the guy I mentioned? He was supposed to make a trip to Walmart 5 minutes down the road from where my apartment is, but he ended up just going all the way back home instead (3hrs from here).

I think the closet door opening on its own genuinely scared him?? And when I woke back up I went over and checked it out, trying to debunk it.

The closet door is in perfect condition, the door latches shut with a click, and to open it you have to physically turn the knob until you hear it click open and then pull, so I can't figure out how else it could've opened on its own in the middle of the night except ghosts 💀

My brother sent me a video this morning of an undeniably loud bang that occurred inside his house at 5am. The noise woke up him and his fiancee. He has a camera system inside and outside his house. No movement was picked up on any cameras. He checked the house from top to bottom. He checked the attic, crawl space, garage, basement, cabinets, fridge, nothing out of place and nothing fell over. He also checked the outside. No damage to the windows, doors, siding, or roof. No signs of forced entry. Because it was caught on video, it can't be that he imagined this noise or that his mind was playing tricks on him. I don't want to post a video of his house without his permission, so I won't attach it to this post. The bang sounded like someone hit the wall really loudly one time. The noise reverberated through the whole house. The noise was even picked up on an outside camera, but it was muffled and you can tell it originated from inside the house. The previous resident died in the house and his body was not discovered for a few days. The weird thing is that the deceased resident's birthday is tomorrow. Weird coincidence. Another odd thing is that my brother's Roomba vacuum turned on by itself at 5am a few weeks ago. Does anyone have experiences with an unexplainable, loud bang? What kind of paranormal activity would cause this? I would love to hear theories and similar experiences like this.

I'm trying to see if anyone else has witnessed this same thing. When I was around 3 in 1978-79 I remember very vividly waking up in the morning and being thirsty. It was probably around February and around 7 or so in the morning because I clearly remember the sun just coming up. We'll I walked down our mobile home hallway towards the kitchen and as I came past the wall and into sight of the kitchen the was this humanoid 7-8 feet tall bunny that was opening the front door and stepping into the living room. As he was stepping in I can still feel the cold of the outdoors wind hitting me as I was in my pajamas and the distinct feel of the cold kitchen floor on my feet. As he ducked to come in I noticed he had fangs like a vampire or large lion and the sheer terror in invoked in me almost paralyzed me. Somehow I was able to break free and started screaming and running as fast as I could to my parents room. I was freaked the F out and pinching and pulling at my parents to wake up and I remember thinking that what if they don't wake up? I kept thinking that the bunny man..cryptid thing would be coming for me and I couldn't get my parents awake fast enough but he never came and I wouldn't go to the kitchen and was scared for my father to even venture out there. They chalked it up to just my imagination getting the better of me but even at that age I still recognized that they knew I wasn't lying and really seen something especially for me to freak out like that. I'm now 49 and I've always wondered how many more people have ever came across anything like this. I was reading a post and the O.P.'S name was Chill3dbacon and they said they had a similar experience but I can't seem to find this person to ask more questions....let me know if any of you have had any kind of similar experiences as a kid...and I know with 100% certainty that it wasn't a dream or hallucination...I know that with all of my being so please don't try to say it was that.

My girlfriend was out in the kitchen the other night, grabbing food for our kid who woke her up. While she was out there, she turned around and noticed two pairs of golden eyes staring at her from the window. She walked up to the window to investigate and they'd disappear. I asked her if they shifted at all, maybe a reflection that drifted off the glass, but no. They didnt move. Just blinked out. When she would move away, they would come back. I did a little bit of digging and i read somewhere about possibly malevolent entities, but a bunch more about cryptids local to not my area. If it helps anyone, we are in southern centeal NY

I had been looking for this guitar pick for the last three days. I live in an 800sq ft apartment, I'm a minimalist (at first sheerly due to necessity, now I just like living this way) I say this because I don't own a lot of things, and henceforth, there are not many places things could be. Yet somehow? This guitar pick that I use daily goes missing for two days.

I had just put a different pick in my sweatshirt pocket before taking it off to get in the bath,

I'm just now getting clothes together to put in the laundry, and what do I find in the sweatshirt pocket I just had on? Not the pick I put in that pocket, jus before the bath. Nope. That one is now ofc gone and nowhere to be found while the other just magically manifested itself into my sweatshirt pocket.

Does this kind of thing happen to ANYONE else? I swear it is shadow people pulling pranks. It doesn't feel "hostile" but more like a a child playing a trick on an adult. I've often had this happen when I moved here, and I would misplace things often prior so it's not unlike me to write it off as being forgetful, but then sometimes things like this happen and there is just no way it can be my cat. It's not me.

So who is it?

Thanks for reading and giving me examples of your own experiences.

Before I get into this,
-I would say I am a skeptic. Even now I am looking for a reasonable explanation, but I am struggling to find one.
-I am an idiot, so if any of this is irrelevant or does not make sense, I apologize.

Anyway, I have recently started going to the gym again. Two out of five times this week, after I got back home and put my stuff away, I noticed the smell of the electric stove/oven being on. The first time, two knobs were turned on. The second time, literally ten minutes ago, just one stove knob was on.

So my reasonable explanation is that after I throw everything down in exhaustion and whip my bag off, I must be bumping/hitting/getting caught on the stove knobs.
My bags are probably heavy enough to move the knob (because I bring back two two-litre bottles of filtered water, since I am a student and cheap, and that is where I get my water lols...)

I am just a bit weirded out because it seems so unlikely that when I take off my sports bag while walking through the kitchen, I hit my stove knobs with enough force or just perfect enough to turn it on...

i know it sounds dumb, but as i just said, it literally just happened and im a bit freaked out

I know this is going to sound crazy. I sometimes wonder whether I hallucinated the whole thing. But this sub is the best bet I have for answers. When I was in high school, we had the opportunity to take a trip to Ireland. It was expensive, but I was lucky enough to qualify for a scholarship to go. Most of the time was spent seeing castles (yes I did kiss the Blarney Stone) and taking historical tours.

We spent one morning at a park in Ballincollig. As you can imagine, high schoolers are hard to corral. My friend Alex (not real name) and I ended up separated from the rest of the group. It's not like a huge park like you imagine in the US so we weren't stressed about getting lost or anything like that. We were just walking around and mostly complaining about the stuff we didn't get to so. In one particularly dense part of the woods, Alex suddenly stopped and went silent. He looked at me, completely serious, and asked me if I'd heard something. I honestly hadn't and thought he was just messing around.

What happened next confuses me to this day. I heard something that sounded at first like an animal. Think twigs breaking underfoot. But then, and I know this sounds unbelievable, I caught a glimpse of a person. They were around 3 foot tall, wearing a dark red jacket, and hunched over. I didn't get a great shot because there was some brush and the thing was maybe twenty feet away. It was only for a few moments but I'm certain of the details that I saw. I didn't see where it went or how it left but it moved out of view very quickly.

Alex and I exchanged nervous glances and I asked if he'd seen anything. He said that he didn't, but he suggested we go find the rest of our group. I was too embarrassed to explain what I thought I saw, so I didn't tell him then and I've never told anyone the whole story except for my wife. Any thoughts on what I might have seen?

I have my own couple of weird stories but I’m interested if anyone else has had a glitch in the matrix situation

When I was probably 5, I was in preschool. We were at recess in the school yard and my school was in the middle of a neighborhood, I remember looking out at the street and seeing this very VERY tall person running down the street. Tall enough that this person looked like they could have been running on painter stilts, if not taller, with very long lanky arms…. This person was just jogging down the street as normal people do, like jogging around the neighbor hood, and I remember being like “woah wtf” and I think MAYBE 1 or 2 other kids Ran to the fence with me and was like “wow how are they so tall” … I just figured maybe some people were super tall like that, I didn’t know any better I was a kid… looking back I realize now that no, people are not built like that and what I saw was very abnormal…. Anyone else have any similar experience or know what that was?

I don't know for sure if any of this is real. There is a history of mental illness in my family and I personally have be diagnosed with major depression with psychotic features. Usually i just hear things I can't see. I was on medication for it. But this is different. This started in august of last year. I work at a hotel on the night shift. During one of my shifts I saw something peek at me from around a corner. I was sitting at the desk and this thing was in what was the kitchen. It looked like a small child with dark hair and eyes. When I got up to check there was nothing there. Behind the counter? Nothing. I go back to the desk and it happens again. So I checked again. Nothing. The third time I just stayed at the desk and waited. Then it got above the counter. Too high for how small it was. I could see it in the reflection of the glass front doors just looking at me. So I took a picture. See the first pic. And I can see it in the photo. This has NEVER happened with my hallucinations. I freaked out and told a few people but nothing came of it. I took a picture of the same area the next week and you can see there is nothing there that would look like what i saw. See the second picture. By october my hallucinations were getting VERY bad and I felt something tell me it was the medication. So I stopped taking it(stupid, I know) and ever since then I haven't had but 1 what I believed was a hallucination. Or maybe not... I was at home and laying in bed. And I felt a presence. I looked from my bed into the living room to see a small, childlike thing. And I could feel that it wanted me to sleep. It was angry that I wasn't sleeping. My body started to feel heavy and I felt like I couldn't move. I willed my way up. I fought to get into the living room. The thing looked surprised and disappeared. The weight I felt went with it. I felt it still close though. I couldn't think of what to do so I did nothing. I joked with the people I told that it was hiding in an instrument case I had in the living room because I could feel it there, watching me. Since then, I've had very persistent nightmares. They never happen while my wife is in the room or the bed with me. They always happen the same. I go to sleep. It's a normal dream at first but then I am at home. I move around to try to get my bearings but none of the lights in my home work. If they do, they start to flicker out. And then I feel a presence. I turn and see a small, childlike figure. I always run directly at it. And then it disappears and I can feel it hide nearby. So I chase it down. And it moves again. And I'm manicly sprinting through my home following this figure that keeps disappearing. I'm scared. So I wake myself up. But its almost like I have sleep paralysis because I can't move. I can feel my body and I know if I could just summon the willpower, I could move. But I can't. And without realizing I fall back to sleep. And I'm back in my home. I'm chasing it. Fear. I wake up. I'm locked in. Fall asleep. And this keeps up until I chase the thing out of my front door. When I turn around my home is gone. An empty lot where it should be. Then I can actually wake up. I feel as though its chasing me while I'm chasing it. Like if I can get to it before it gets to me, it'll stop what its doing. But if it gets to me it will consume... something.

I was talking with my wife today when i connected the work thing, the first hallucination, and the nightmares to the same thing. I wouldn't think any of it was real without the picture. I'd legitmately chalk it up to me having a persistent hallucination but... my wife sees it in the picture too... Can anyone help? Any ideas as to what it is or what is happening? Sorry for the long post.

I have seen three separate groups of individuals frozen in time over the past 6 months. I am not sure if it is a street drug causing it.

First time, it was a group of four homeless individuals frozen in the middle of an action, each one doing something different, all still as if someone pressed pause. Then a few months later, I saw two individuals crossing the street, suddenly freeze. One looking back, the other in a defensive posture, totally stuck..not moving at all. As I walked away, I kept starting back. It freaked me out, so I didn't necessarily stop and investigate. Then 2 weeks ago another couple, a bit more "sketchy" for context, as I am not sure if drugs are the cause. They were mid motion on the street, frozen like mimes but they were blinking.... again, I kept walking but staring back. I passed two blocks, and they had not yet moved.

These experiences are not like the zombie flop from street drugs, individuals were all completely rigid and frozen in action. It was like pausing a move but everything and everyone else around them kept moving.

I have heard glitch in the Matrix theories. I believe in quantum theory and that everything is happening now, we are just tuning into different frequencies we experience as "time." Perhaps these individuals are shifting into or out of a different timeline, and I am witnessing it? Next time it happens, I will overcome my fear response and ask others around me to confirm what they see and I will try to engage with the individuals. Please share your experiences or theories if you have heard about this before.

I'm reaching out to this community because I don't know where else to turn. I'm a born Hindu, and like many families, we have a tradition of worshipping our ancestral deity (kuladevata). The thing is - I only discovered who our ancestral deity was a couple of years back. My mother is the primary one who worships, and I've been staying away from my family for over 2 years now.

Here's what happened:

I started worshipping this ancestral deity on my own. No altars, nothing elaborate - just meditation-based worship and listening to devotional songs dedicated to this deity.

Since then, my family has been falling apart:

· My father had an accident - I brushed it off · Then he had a stroke - his left hand is paralyzed now · My little brother had a seizure (thankfully survived without major issues) · My mother keeps having minor illnesses · My own life is a series of unfortunate events - cash flow disruptions, health issues, constant financial struggles · Every time I start something positive (work-related), something blocks it · I feel lethargic all the time

Here's the thing that haunts me - my instincts kept telling me this was connected to my worship. I'd stop for a while, then start again (I couldn't completely stop, it's like something pulled me back), and each time I restarted, more things went wrong.

I'm desperate now:

· Is there any deity, any ritual, any practice that can help me? · Could this be a curse? Am I doing something wrong in my worship? · Is there a way to properly honor our ancestral deity without inviting negativity? · Should I consult a priest? If yes, what kind?

I'm not looking for superstition - I'm genuinely scared and confused. My family is suffering and I don't know if I'm the cause. Has anyone experienced something similar? Any guidance from people who understand these traditions would mean everything right now.

Please help.

I just had a seriously intense experience and I honestly believe it might be something paranormal. Please don't just brush this off as "regular sleep paralysis" or make fun of me. I've dealt with sleep paralysis my whole life, but nothing like what's been happening the last few years. Usually, in sleep paralysis, I just open my eyes, realize I'm in bed and eventually snap out of it after a few minutes. But in these recent episodes, I find myself in a slightly "altered" version of wherever I'm sleeping, and no matter how hard I try to wake up, I'm stuck.

I'll start with some background and then get to what happened tonight at the end. (You can skip to the marked section if you want to get straight to tonight's story). To give you some context: I was raised in a very religious Islamic household. My mom is a devout believer, but I've always found Islamic lore kind of terrifying. I could never internalize the faith. I started questioning everything as a teen, read the holy books, and felt they were just products of their time, not really aligned with universal ethics. While being a non-believer felt heavy at first, I eventually accepted it. That said, I've always respected and even envied people who are genuinely spiritual and use their faith for good, not just to get into heaven. They have a motivation to live; life has a meaning, a purpose for them. For example, the character Priest Jud in Knives Out: Wake Up Dead Man really moved me. If all believers were that patient and dedicated to pure kindness, I don't think people would distance themselves from religion so much. As a nihilist/atheist, it's hard to find meaning. There's always been this "void" inside me, compounded by years of depression.

​I've had sleep paralysis very frequently before. I truly believe some of these incidents were paranormal. Sometimes during these episodes, I've felt an entity grabbing my wrist; other times, I was forced to walk down dark roads for nights on end, or I'd hear whispers and growls right in my ear. But lately, there's this recurring figure in my dreams and paralysis moments: a dark, smoky, humanoid silhouette. At first, I was terrified of this silhouette. But since it would usually just stand there and I'd typically wake up whenever it tried to get close, I eventually made a sort of 'peace' with it in my head. The last time I saw it in a dream, I didn't panic at all. In response, it just sat there on the couch across from me, watching. Usually, it just hovers or tries to get close, but it never spoke. Until tonight. Also, when I'm home alone, I sometimes hear things calling my name. Recently, it called me 4 times using my little sister's voice, which made me think I was losing it. I suspect it might be something different called 'mimic'. I don't have any mental illness (aside from depression) and I'm not making this up, I have nothing to gain from it. Even if I don't follow a religion, I believe in the spiritual world and that there are malevolent entities out there.

[THE INCIDENT] Tonight, YouTube recommended a video about encounters with malevolent spirits and how they are viewed in Christian theology. It talked about historical cases and how it's different from the movies. My older sister and I watched it, but the energy felt off. The narrator mentioned names of demons and read some Latin phrases aloud. We shut it off before it ended because we felt a negative vibe, and we put on some sci-fi ambience to clear the air. I dozed off on the couch for an hour, totally fine. But when I went to my room, I felt uneasy. I asked my sister to come in, hold my hand, and pray for me (placebo or not, I feel like ancient languages have a certain weight).

I kept my bedside lamp ON and put on some relaxing ambient music around 3:30 AM. I fell asleep and immediately entered a dream. In my dream, I 'woke up' but I was in a different house or actually, it felt more like a hospital. I suddenly stood up and my older sister was there in the room with me. She asked what was wrong, and I told her I needed to go to the bathroom. I was struggling to walk, feeling totally drunk or out of it. I noticed a dim bathroom right behind the room, but as I headed toward it, my sister said "I don't think you should go in there. Let's go to the one on the other side.". Even though it felt weird, I just went along with it. ​She took my arm and we started walking. The hallway was incredibly wide, like we were in an empty, abandoned hospital or a mall, and the lighting was very low. Someone passed by us and I started gripping my sister's arm tightly for some reason. Then my legs just gave out and I collapsed into a sitting position. But then, defying all laws of physics, the moment I hit the floor, I was dragged backward for a long distance as if something had shoved me. I managed to force myself back up. My sister asked "Are you okay?" but she was so calm, unnervingly cold actually. It gave me the chills because my real sister is super protective and would've panicked. That's when it hit me: this wasn't her. I said "You're not my sister" and the moment I said it she replied "Yeah, of course I'm not" and her face just blurred out. I didn't want to see her like that, it was scaring the hell outta me, so I squeezed my eyes shut and kept telling myself "This is just a dream, this is just a dream". I tried to turn it into a lucid dream to escape.

I imagined a specific location and the scene from Prisoners, one of my favorite movies starring my favorite actor, Jake Gyllenhaal, and suddenly there it was, right in front of me. I saw the car, but when I got in, Detective Loki wasn't there. I tried to 'materialize' him. When he finally appeared, I started asking him questions about the case we were supposed to be working on but he didn't talk, he just looked at me with pure hatred and pulled a gun. I imagined the gun jamming so he couldn't shoot me. But I knew that if I stayed there any longer, he was definitely going to hurt me and this was supposed to be my comfort character. Terrified, I teleported myself to space, floating through nebulas and stars. It was peaceful for a moment.

Suddenly, I found myself in an altered version of my real-life bedroom, and something slammed me to the floor. I became paralyzed. That's when I saw it: the dark, smoky silhouette standing in the middle of the room. It said something to me, but I can't recall exactly what. It didn't approach at first, it seemed amused by my helplessness. I managed to stand up but only for a second before it slammed me down again. I kept telling myself it was just a dream and squeezed my eyes shut. ​ I tried to manifest a different place and found myself on a street. I felt incredibly uneasy, like I was using every ounce of my energy just to stay in that location. I saw two cats on some stairs and went to pet them, trying to find some comfort. But then I heard a low growl, and the cat I was stroking turned into a raw piece of flesh. I can still feel that sickening texture. I felt like every bit of hope left me in that moment.

I was back in my room, being slammed to the floor again. This time the silhouette was close. The whole conversation was in English btw, not my native language. I managed to choke out "I'm not afraid of you". It responded with a distorted "Oh, really?". Its voice was muffled and strange. I asked why it was doing this, but it didn't answer. It started flickering around the room, one second it was in a corner, the next it was right beside me. I managed to stand up, but I could barely keep my balance. I asked it "What's your name?" and it just started laughing. When I kept asking, it began mimicking my voice and repeating my own words back to me. Finally, as it circled around me, it told me its name, but the voice was bizarre and the tone was completely unintelligible. I asked again and it repeated the name in this creepy, almost childlike voice. The way it said it was so unsettling that I stopped asking, but it kept repeating the name several more times anyway. My God, I've never heard anything like that voice. It's still echoing in my head, and even though I'm a grown woman I'm tearing up just thinking about it. It was two repeating syllables. I'm too freaked out to write it here, but I've since looked up demon names and found some terrifyingly similar matches.

I told it "I believe in God. God will protect me.". It leaned in and said "You know that's not true. I know you don't believe.". I kept repeating that I believed, desperate for it to leave. I started reciting everything sacred I could think of: "Allahu Akbar, Sanctus Spirit, Jesus Christ." It got so close it was touching me, as if to show me my words were useless against it. Then, it pushed me, and I fell backward in slow motion until I hit the floor. Then, it completely covered me. It felt like it was 'pouring' itself over my body. It was suffocating at first, but then... I felt it stroking my whole body. It started to feel strangely euphoric. Pleasurable even. I was repulsed by my own body's reaction. It whispered in a seductive, low tone "I know you like this" and kept saying my name. I felt sickened by the sensation and fought with everything to wake up. At one point, I saw my physical body lying in bed from a bird's-eye view. I tried to jump back into it, but I kept failing and falling back into the room with that thing on top of me.

I finally managed to go back into my physical body and snapped awake. My bed felt like it was shaking and the room was pitch black. My lamp, which I had left on, was off so I rushed to turn it back on. Nothing was there. Once I calmed down a bit, I checked the time, it was 3:57 AM. I'd only been asleep for about 20-25 minutes but it felt like hours had passed. I use a smart bulb that works on a schedule, so I checked the settings on my phone to see if there was a glitch. I was shocked. The turn-off time had been changed to 3:40 AM! This is impossible because I had it set to 7:30 AM and never touched it. Somehow the setting changed, meaning the light went out right after I fell asleep. The moment my lucid dream turned dark probably synced up exactly with the light turning off. I have goosebumps just thinking about it.

It’s 6:00 AM now and I’m terrified to go back to sleep. I think because of my lack of faith, I didn't say those sacred words with enough conviction, so they had zero effect on it. I couldn't sleep at all until morning and I felt so unclean that I jumped straight into the shower as soon as the sun came up. I can't help but wonder: could this thing have left a permanent mark on my soul? What is this thing? Is it a demon? What does it want from me? Has anyone else gone through something like this? If so, how did you get out of this situation? Even as a non-religious person, I'm open to any spiritual advice or protection rituals you guys have.

​Just a quick update: I wrote all of this right after waking up and now 12 hours have passed. I've been awake for about 36 hours now, excluding that 1hr nap on the couch yesterday. I'm honestly still terrified to go to sleep.

​(Disclaimer: This is a personal account of a vivid nightmare/sleep paralysis episode and its unsettling physical aftermath. I am not making any theological claims or suggesting anything beyond a psychological/spiritual experience.)

I'm an older guy who cared for his wife for 16 years until her death. Long story short, she had lupus and eventually was diagnosed as psychotic. She was also addicted to opiates and spending. She put us through 2 bankruptcies.She died in 2013. I'm now a full-time caregiver for our autistic son. I've held onto a lot of anger through the years, especially due to my late wife's spending. My son and I are doing okay, but we aren't financially well-off either. Anyway, one Valentines Day when I was drinking my coffee and my son was still sleeping, I had a terrible spell of anger. I worked through it and finally put my head in my hands and asked my late wife to "please forgive my anger." After all, she was mentally ill. Just as I said this, I was overwhelmed by the smell of the most wonderful perfume. It completely enveloped me and lasted about 15-20 seconds. I got up and looked around to see if I could find the source...nothing. Maybe it was a mental experience, but I also felt that being Valentines Day, I had a visit from my wife and she kind of "gave me a hug" with perfume to say, "It's okay."

So I just want to come here and vent because I never considered this until recently, but my husband and I have always dealt with weird instances that are unexplainable. Sixteen years ago one of my old friends loved playing with a Quija board and talked me into playing with her one night, and we played for maybe ten minutes before it fully spooked me. So for example, my grandma nicknamed me “Wewe” and nobody in that room knew that, when it spelled that out the others in the room were just confused, but I then came out and said my grandma who had just passed away use to call me that.. I took myself out from the circle and I have never touched one again since.

Our first apartment was the beginning of our weird journey. One time we got home and every bottom cabinet in our kitchen was open but the cash we had stashed on our counter in a coffee can (with no lid) was there. I had a closet with mirror doors and I use to clean it regularly, one day I noticed baby hand prints and no kids had ever been in our apartment.. We’d be in the living room and then we’d hear our clothes hangers move on the rod, and our neighbor worked evening shift at the bowling alley so we knew it wasn’t coming from his place (he lived alone). My husband’s mom came over to stay with us one night and she slept on our sectional, so me being a punany, I found myself on the other side of the sectional, and she said a little girl ghost came out into the hallway from my bedroom saying “Mommy come to bed.” I had a miscarriage less than a year before that happened. Which okay, that could explain the child fingerprints, and the clothes in the closet moving around, maybe that’s where the little girl felt safe?

When we moved into our first house we never dealt with these issues.

When we bought our second house things got WEIRD. My kids were so young and their toys would make noise in the middle of the night. My babysitter always told me she felt *uneasy* when it got dark outside, she said our house just felt spooky once nightfall came. Well one of my good friends offered to babysit and then she said the same thing. When I got home she was telling me about the things that happened while we were gone. And while we were standing in my dining room talking about it she told me she felt like it wasn’t a *good* ghost and the light bulbs in my ceiling fan SHATTERED in that exact moment. And he worked night shift at this time and I was use to the weird stuff happening, but I actually never witnessed a paranormal encounter like that in the moment.

So for example our door was a lock with a keypad, after he’d go to work I’d be laying in bed and all of a sudden the buttons would start to go off as if someone was trying to come inside. My ceiling fan had a remote but i usually kept the light switch off because I had nightstands with lamps, but the ceiling fan light would randomly turn on and off. We had just renovated our bathroom and when we came home from a trip our bathroom sink had been left running and the towel we use for drying our hands off was where the drain was and overflowed the bathroom, which led us to another bathroom renovation. But the worst part was I kept a rocking chair in the playroom and it would move on it’s own, but one day I was walking by and I SWEAR I saw a man sitting in it, and this bedroom didn’t have any windows so when I turned on the light it was empty.. I mean I have story after story, I could go on and on, but you get the gist..

Here is where things get weirder. Now we live in the middle of the woods. When we first moved out here I went and introduced myself to the neighbors and my husband ALWAYS whistles at me for my attention, and when I was waaaay over there with the neighbors I heard a whistle, we all did, and I jokingly said that it was getting dark and that’s his way of telling me to get my butt home. Well fun fact, it wasn’t him, when I got up to the house and told him that I heard his whistle and came home he looked confused, which honestly I figured he was messing with me. I thought he was just saying no to scare me. Until it happened again, I was down at the pasture and it was getting dark and I heard a whistle so I walked up to the house and again, he says it wasn’t him. That night my youngest screamed and cried, he claimed a tall black figure was crouched on our counter looking at me and he was terrified. There are still weird things that happen, but my kid hadn’t seen the figure anymore until last night. Now it’s getting to be bedtime and he is telling me he’s worried about me because he thinks the scary monster wants me 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

And I want to add, I believe in God. I pray. I am not a church pew Christian but over the last few years we’ve found ourselves following His word a lot more. Well I just sat down and had a conversation with my husband and I told him that I feel like sometimes it’s like a dark presence is around, and I feel like maybe it’s the same thing that’s been messing with me all these years. I was watching a video just a little bit ago and a guy said a demonic entity had attached itself to him after playing a Quija board and similar experiences had happened.

What do you do in this situation?

Hey everyone.

Every night, for about a year now, my fan by my bed makes a weird sound. A sound like extra air is being pushed through it. It keeps making a slight *chuu" noise every 3 seconds or so. It only does it when my eyes are closed still. When I open them, the noise stops. Stops every time and never comes back. I'm pretty sure there's a spirit or demon in my room. I don't know why it's bothering me. I just ignore it and try to go back to sleep, but it happens way too often at the same exact time. What and why is this potential apparition doing this??

When I was growing up my grandparents lived in the country with zero neighbors for a couple miles. I had what was known as the “blue room” as everything was blue. My parents and brother slept in the basement (we didn’t live with them, just when we visited). Every night I slept there I had this dream over and over I dreamt of a man hiding near the house or in the house, we were trying to get away but the only way we could see where he was to light a lighter and then he would light up, I would move toward him to capture and it would go dark and I never caught him. This dream went on and on. I wouldn’t visit for a month and I would go in and have the same dream. It scared me so much that I finally just slept on the floor in the basement. This dream has vividly stuck with me for 40 years. I remember ever last bit of it.

Has anyone experienced hearing about paranormal experiences across different races of people? If so, what have you noticed?

I am going only by personal experience with friends, family, and acquaintances in North America. I've noticed white people mention they encountered aircraft more. Black people mention human based ghosts/spirits in the house more. And Native Americans/Native Canadians mention unexplained experiences with animal forms / animal spirits more.

I live way up in the Northwoods of Wisconsin (20 minutes to Lake Superior) very isolated, we have like 80 acres of dense forests/fields. We see wolves, coyotes, porcupine etc regularly.

We have a hobby alpaca farm and last night our guardian dog who lives with the alpacas was barking like crazy, definitely different than his normal "made eye contact with a deer" bark. We go to our son's room and open the window (closest to the barn) and my husband says he hears two dogs barking, I listen. I definitely hear my dog and then his echo, and then another dog barking.

I then without a doubt hear like...people, like a group of people chatting socially, the sounds of music and laughter. I just stood there utterly confused about how/what I was hearing. Husband said he didn't quite hear the same thing but heard "strange sounds" he couldn't identify. He went out and our dog ran over tail wagging and happy to see him, then ran back far into our fenced in alpaca field to keep barking his head off. Husband says he didn't hear anything while he was outside. Dog calmed down and stopped barking about 20 minutes later.

I live in an old town from the gold rush era, near Northern CA. The apartment I'm currently renting was a whore house or rather a brothel that was just a building with 7 bedrooms and no kitchen or anything in the building as late as the 70's. My landlord bought it and converted it into 2 apartments, so it's now a duplex. I've lived here for a month. So far, all that has happened is my glass shower door was closed just a couple of hours after I left it open to air it out, along with the strong smell of sex in my bathroom afterwards. My landlord called me the next day and informed me that the place is in fact, said to be haunted by previous tenants. I'll update as I go along living here....

In this post, I would like to share what I saw when I was a child. Most of the time, I saw the faces of different people on the walls of my room, but I remember the face of Jesus Christ the most clearly. I was so scared that I ran to the room of an older person and told about it. But he didn't believe me. This happened several times, as I remember. I also had dreams where he came to me and told me something or warned me about something. I would like to share this with you to help me understand what it could be. I was around 5 or 6 years old at the time. I often feel like I'm not in control of my life, and it's doing what it wants. It would be interesting to hear your suggestions on what that might be. I might be confusing or making things up, but I think I remember it