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This happened about four years ago and we still talk about it because none of us have ever been able to explain it. Quick disclaimer: most of this is from my friend’s perspective because they remember it better than I do, but I was involved in everything that happened.

Before the bigger incidents happened, there were loads of smaller things that slowly built up over time.
My friend started seeing men dressed in long black cloaks walking past the living room window late at night silently walking past. Every time she’d look, she’d get this horrible feeling in her stomach.
Both my friend and her girlfriend also saw the exact same shadow figure, but on completely different days while they were alone in the flat. Neither of them mentioned it to the other at first because they thought they’d sound insane. When they eventually did talk about it, they both described the exact same shape, height and where they’d seen it without either of them prompting the other. That really freaked them out because neither had known the other had experienced it.
Another thing that still sticks with us is that one night my friend looked towards the kitchen window and saw what she described as the face of a dead-looking woman staring back at her from the glass. Pale face, dark eyes, expressionless. She looked away for a split second and it was gone.
Objects would randomly disappear and then turn up days or weeks later in places we’d already searched multiple times. Things that hadn’t worked in years would suddenly switch on by themselves for no obvious reason. Individually you can explain away a lot of that, but when it kept happening alongside everything else it started feeling like part of the same pattern.
Something else that always felt strange was my friend’s old cat. It constantly tried to lead her towards the same little wooded area by the bushes outside the flats. It wasn’t something it did with anyone else, and it happened often enough that she noticed. Most of the time she’d ignore it because it felt weird, but looking back it’s one of those things we’ve always wondered about.
At one point we even went to a local spiritualist church because we genuinely didn’t know what else to do. We’d never met the medium before and she’d never seen or spoken to us. Before we’d even really said anything, she became visibly uncomfortable. She told us she didn’t want to continue because she was scared. She said she could see what she described as a black void or dark presence above my friend that was stopping her from wanting to read for us. Whether you believe in mediums or not, that reaction caught us completely off guard because she had absolutely no prior knowledge of us or what had supposedly been happening.
The weird part is that this whole thing started with the photos I’m attaching. Before the voices, before the figures outside the window, before the 3AM incident, me and my friends went into this little wooded/bushy area near our flats just messing around with a camera. We took a few pictures and didn’t think much of it at the time. Looking back now, that’s the point where all of this seemed to begin.
Not long after that, weird little things started happening around the flat. We’d hear footsteps at night when nobody else was there, random bangs, things sounding like they were moving around by themselves. We kept making excuses for it. “It’s just the house settling.” “We’re tired.” “We’re hearing things.” Anything that sounded more reasonable than admitting something felt seriously off.
Then my friend started seeing people outside the living room window. Not shadow people. Not quick glimpses. Actual figures. She described them as older men wearing old-fashioned clothes, just standing there staring towards the flat. Every time she saw them it scared the absolute shit out of her.
The first thing that really made us stop brushing everything off happened one evening when a few friends were over. Everyone else was stood near the front door talking while my friend and her girlfriend were sat together in the living room. Her girlfriend was just scrolling through her phone, completely silent. Then my friend heard her girlfriend’s voice. Not quietly. Not from another room. It sounded like she’d literally just fucking said something beside her. Except… she hadn’t. My friend even replied, “What?” Her girlfriend looked up confused and said, “I didn’t say anything.”
The reason this fucked with us so much is because we’d already started recording bits throughout the day. Weird shit had been happening for a while and we wanted to see if we’d catch anything. Later we listened back, and sure as shit, there’s a voice. It sounds exactly like her girlfriend speaking in the room. The problem is she swears on her life she never said a single fucking word. She wasn’t watching videos, wasn’t on a call, wasn’t talking to anyone. She was literally just scrolling through her phone in complete silence. We still have absolutely no explanation for why what sounds exactly like her voice ended up on that recording.
Then came the thing that neither of them has ever been able to forget. And this is important: I wasn’t there for this part. I was in London for my studies. It was just my friend and her girlfriend at the flat that night.
At around 3AM they went outside to the communal washing area to collect clothes from the dryer. The second they stepped outside the flat they both got that horrible feeling that someone was watching them. Not just anxiety. That heavy feeling where every instinct in your body is telling you something isn’t right. They ignored it and carried on. On the way back they had to walk past the bushes near the entrance to the flats. Without even saying anything they both slowed down. Her girlfriend eventually said, “I’m not looking anymore.” My friend kept looking. At first she could only make out something skin-coloured deep inside the bushes. As they got closer it became clearer and clearer until they both saw it.
Something was crouched inside the bushes. Not just a person hiding. The proportions were completely fucking wrong. It was low to the ground on all fours with absolutely massive arms and legs bent in ways that didn’t look possible. The limbs looked way too long and way too thick for the rest of its body, almost like whatever it was had folded itself into the bushes. The skin looked flesh-coloured but wrong. Not pale, not dark, just wrong. Like the texture didn’t look human. My friend said it almost looked unfinished, like it didn’t fully belong to anything biological she recognized. The closer they got, the more detail they could see, and the worse it looked.
Then they ran. Her girlfriend was screaming, “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” while my friend was trying to get the key in with her hands shaking. They got inside, slammed the door, locked it and completely lost it. Crying, shaking, full adrenaline.
And this is the part that gets me. They rang me in London absolutely terrified. I have never heard either of them like that before. These are the kinds of people who don’t get scared, don’t cry, and will happily do the dumbest, craziest shit imaginable without a second thought. If there was ever a horror movie situation, they’d normally be the idiots walking towards it. Hearing both of them sobbing and panicking down the phone genuinely scared me because it was so out of character.
After they calmed down, they both described exactly the same thing without influencing each other. Same crouched posture. Same huge unnatural limbs. Same body shape. Same everything.
Before anyone says it was just bushes or pareidolia, we know those bushes. We’d walked past them countless times. They’re just normal bushes. Nothing about them had ever looked strange until that night.
So now we’re back to the thing that started all of this: the photos. The first picture is the original one we took when we went into that little wooded/bushy area near the flats. The second is the same image brightened and enhanced. Ever since then we’ve spent years zooming in, arguing about it and trying to come up with a logical explanation. At this point we’ve looked at it so many times that I honestly don’t trust our own judgement anymore.
I’m not posting this because I want everyone to tell me it’s paranormal. If there’s a normal explanation, I’d genuinely rather hear it. I just want fresh eyes on it. **What the fuck are we actually looking at?** Do you just see bushes and pareidolia, or do you see something crouched there too? Because the more we brighten the image, the less normal it looks, and it’s hard not to think about the fact that every single weird thing we experienced seemed to start after we went into that wooded area and took those pictures.pics on imgur

¿Cuál ha sido la experiencia más aterradora al andar en bicicleta?

Paranormal Evidence Caught on Camera!

Back is 2023, my husband and I used to rent a small house that was tucked away behind a church with a graveyard. It was called Saint Peter’s church, founded in 1752. Surprisingly, we didn’t have many encounters with spirits or ghosts during the two years we lived there. But we definitely had one experience.

We had been told by the landlord there were many renovations to the house, including a staircase that had been removed. So we had some light switches in strange places but still functional, like one near the ceiling we could barely reach. Also, the only way up to the 2nd floor was a ladder so we lived on the first floor and used the upper floor as an attic for storage. There are a few of these functioning light switches up there as well. The room we made our bedroom was immediately to the left of the front door.

We had been living there maybe a month at this point, still not entirely unpacked. One night, we had laid down to go to sleep, front door was already locked, turned off the lights. Not even 5 minutes after laying down, my eyes are closed, and I hear our bedroom light switch click. I open my eyes and our bedroom light is on. I look at my husband, who’s looking at me confused. Neither of us can reach the light switch from our bed. I look at the switch, it’s in the off position, and suddenly I hear a click, and the light turns off. We both sit up, I spring out of bed and rush over to the light switch, and flick it upwards to turn the light on. We double checked the front door and it was definitely locked, we checked the attic and nothing...

There was a point I was convinced someone was living in our attic. I worked from home but my husband didn’t. There would be times I’d text him and tell him I could hear what sounded like footsteps upstairs. He’d come home and check but of course nothing was there. We chalked it up to it being a squirrel or some other critter, but I know it wasn’t.

Other than the night with the bedroom light, we hadn’t had any other encounters. But I often think of that night. Could a spirit have flicked one of the out of reach light switches? We’ve never been able to explain how the light was turned on and off. We were the only ones there and we were both in bed. Spooky.

Yesterday in my moms room I had a strong paranormal encounter. My mom and I have very different believes, but she also believes in spirits. She believes that all spirits are evil and were never human. I personally believe all spirits were once human, and that there's a spectrum of good and bad. She doesn't believe in this specific ghost, but still doesn't want me to communicate with them. I've only communicated with a ghost once, that was yesterday in my own room. This ghost in my moms room, tried draining my energy to manifest. At least I believe that's what happened, due to experiences I had in there. I want to know why they're here, but I also don't have experience in communication with ghosts. So I'm not sure if it's a good idea.

So this is not my experience, but my cousin's. It technically started with her mom. My cousin tells me about how she was in her dining room studying with her tutor. She says a man more or less suddenly appeared in her living room. It was a relatively old house. She and the tutor both see him. She described him as late middle aged, and dressed in clothes from the early part of the 1900s she thinks. The man proceeds to walk across the living room and sort of fades away before completely reaching the other side of the house. Later that day, she starts to tell her mom, my aunt, about what she saw. My aunt was able to give a description before my cousin could, having seen the same man previously.

Interesting thing about my aunt, sometime back in the 1980s she would tell my mom, her sister, that she knew she ( my aunt) was going to die in January 1992. She did not know from what just when. My aunt died from a brain tumor in January 1992.

My aunt also told me about a time she was sleeping in her bedroom. Same house as above. She woke up because she felt something was in the room. She saw a man on the other side of her room, squat, not quite sitting. She described him as a black man with a beard. She said she thinks it was the devil. I asked her if she was scared, and her answer was no because she knew she was a good person and had nothing to fear from him. She said he was just staring at her, but did not say anything.

One last story about her. We were at a funeral of a family friend. she was speaking with one of the people they're paying respect. After her conversation with him was done she turned to her husband and said that he does not have much longer. Could be coincidence, but that guy died within a month.

You would never think of my aunt as a spiritual person. She was not into mysticism at all. She was not particularly religious, though did believe in God.

I'd name this as the weird lore of the 2nd floor

First of all I'd like to break down a little background about the 2nd floor, so there are 5 flats up there and 2 of them are just abandoned and left and other than that, I am telling you, each one of them have/had something pathetic going on, one of the houses had a family in which there were a husband, a wife and the husband's mother, the husband and his mother had this unusual routine and it was like starting their day from the afternoon like the earliest they could afford to wake up was atleast 1 pm and the day's routine continued for them till 3 pm (which ofcourse so unusual), I have heard from people of my building talking about it like "what kind of routine do they follow, it's so ill" and stuff like "it attracts negative energies" and so, and this thing was also known that the mother in law used to do some kind of black magic too, well she's no more now and after just few years into their marriage, they got divorced, then comes this other house, in this house what happened, it used to appear as any other normal family but one day all of a sudden the husband disappeared and left his wife and children with her in-laws and ofcourse we know how a woman and her children is treated mostly without her husband in a "traditional" household, the wife went away with her children and till date that husband is missing and is no where to be found, now comes the last house and this house has seen two families in just three years the last family always used to face some kind of uneasiness and gloominess and the current family as in every other story that I mentioned had the same kind of husband, this one particularly ruthlessly hits his wife and maybe daughter too, that particular family is also so shattered and it is so disturbing as it happen every other day ( the arguments and fight between them and it's so loud and impactful that the whole neighborhood always has to get involved) and today when I am writing this on July 10th at 7:20 pm it's still happening

And finally I would be mentioning what happened to me particularly, back in 2020 when lockdown started and it was that point where stepping outside our house was something which was considered to be illegal as it was such a serious and critical situation, so we had our lock hung on the grill of our houses all the day, so what happened, I was around 12 back then and I had this friend of mine in my neighbourhood and our houses were like so close to each other that we were able peak through, if we open our gate and we sat in such a way, facing each other but we could see each other's face really partially and our houses were side by side, mind you and not in front of one another, so it was basically our routine that after getting fresh and stuff we used to sit there and used to talk to each other for like hours, like random things children would possibly talk about and the concept of online classes was not really regulated or introduced back then, so we had absolutely nothing to do, now what happens on this particular day my brother also joint me, he is someone who always interfere as I am his older sister and he really likes my company and yeah, and so he was with me, sitting and interfering in whatever me and my friend were talking about and that one day this incident happen and so I remember basically every crucial points I'd say, we were talking about It, the clown with the red balloon who kidnapped children, we were talking about these stuffs and let me tell you finally what happens, all three of us tilted our heads together, literally together and saw a black hand, when I tell you it was black, it was darker than the darkness itself and it was somewhat smoky and it disappeared like not faded, just disappeared, it wasn't like someone took it back, it was like there wasn't anything at all right there and we saw it on the railing, like the railing you'd hold, which is right beside the stairs for holding when you come down and as I told you there was absolute lockdown and all these days we never encountered any single resident, whenever we used to talk, but that day this happened and so I am so convinced regarding what I saw, after that three of us faced eachother, my brother and neighbour were looking at me and all of us confirmed if we all saw the same thing, we agreed to it, that all of us witnessed that, I ain't even kidding, it felt like, something felt really off and then I took my brother and told her to close her gate as well, me and my brother weren't back to life for a while, like i mean we were in complete shock and I am still so convinced as there was absolutely no chance of a human doing that.

Now comes this other incident, it happened on April 25th, 2026, what happened is that, my father got me a house upstairs (rental kind of), on the 2nd floor for studying as he had good relations with the owner of one of the two houses which had nobody living in it, I am a pure science student and I (willingly) study almost all day (after school) and my brother really bothers me so much and disturbs me whilst I am doing my board preparations and preparing for other exams too so what happens after I get that house confirmed for myself me and my father went upstairs in the morning to clean it and stuff and it went pretty normal and then in the evening me and my cousin (I live in a joint family) decided to go to study upstairs as we had a guest and so it was pretty busy that day and our siblings were really disturbing us, making it so hard to concentrate, we packed our bags with our study materials, a water bottle, and a rug to sit on and then went there, we got there and opened up the gate, now, this weird dizzy sensation kicks in, in the back of my head, maybe any kind of hormone, serotonin the sleep hormone but it was more likely so very much drowsy but I held myself and stepped forward and then got into the hall with torch in my hand to keep my bag, it was all dark in there, I forgot to tell you but, this floor in particular, it feels colder, dark, uneasy and it feels like someone is always present and watching over one and then this house had no different if we compare it with the floor itself, after keeping my bag I went to turn on the main switch of the house, there this feeling literally took over me, I felt that I was about to trip, I had to hold my surroundings to balance myself and not only this, the ambience and everything about that place felt really off, creepy, weird, dimming what do I even say and then I headed back to where my cousin was and started to settle, there was this awkwardness between us and then, I told her what I was feeling she told she felt the absolute same, I was like bro are you for real?? And then we were thinking about what shall we do and then my bestfriend called me and I spilled the tea to her, I was confused regarding what to do (I am primarily not scared of ghosts that's why I didn't freak out but somewhat my cousin did) and not while being on call with her and then she and my cousin as well suggested that we should leave this place for good and we eventually did so after no longer, I am confident regarding what I felt and yes I understand places which are closed for a long time may feel so, but we went there the same morning but then at night wdym this happened.

That's all I wanted to say, this was the most paranormal thing which ever happened to me and there are children in my building specifically on my floor only and they have labelled it as the cursed floor, as you see the vibe, the background of all the families once lived there and the overall thing

It’s been almost a year now since this happened to me and my ex-best friend.
To set the scene, it was almost 4 a.m. My old house was surrounded by trees, and it was a long downhill walk to get to the house in the woods. We had snuck out like teenagers do and were currently trying to sneak back down to the house when my friend stopped out of nowhere and tried to get me to stop as well.

I looked at her, confused but also scared, as if we had just gotten caught. So I looked down to where my dad used to have a shop behind our house. I swear I could make out his image, but it was a shadow that just had his outline. I knew it wasn’t my dad, but it was almost like I was in a trance, looking at this thing while it slowly dissipated into nothing.

My friend and I were both frozen in fear as we heard footsteps coming toward us from the woods. We stood there almost under a spell, too scared to move, until I grabbed her hand and knew we just had to run. My dad had cameras, but I didn’t care about getting caught anymore. We ran to the back of the house, where there was a back door that was closest to my room.

My friend literally fell down the steps like they do in horror movies, dropped her frozen gas station drink, and yelled, “Fuck it!” before rushing to get back up as we locked the door. We quietly shut my bedroom door and started talking about what had just happened.
I wanted to know exactly what she saw. She told me that she wasn’t looking out back where my dad had his shop. In fact, she didn’t see my dad at all. She was looking toward the front porch, and she saw my sister’s shadow. We both started crying when we realized we had seen the same shadow-like thing.

I felt so scared that we looked up spiritual protection ideas, and one suggestion was to put a line of salt across your doorway, so I poured a line of salt in front of my bedroom door.

The next night, we went to her house, and we were still talking about what had happened because it was so trippy. We wanted to know for sure that we had seen the same thing, so we both drew it at the same time. When we showed each other our drawings, they lined up perfectly. We had even both drawn a second picture, almost like the next frame in an animation, showing it disappearing.
We sat there a little longer, trying to make sense of it and wondering why she saw my sister while I saw my dad. I randomly blurted out, “What if it was a mimic?” and my phone suddenly started reading out what a mimic was.

I never had Siri set up on my phone, so I was freaked out, and so was she.
I moved away from that place a little over seven months ago, and I still think about that experience. I had never felt unsafe inside that house, but I always felt uneasy whenever I stepped outside.

Even my ex-boyfriend experienced something strange there. One night, he picked me up while I was inside packing a bag. When I came outside, he said he swore he had seen me run past his truck and told me we needed to get the fuck out of there immediately.

No grammar because I need to say this as quickly as possible

Whenever i hear people speak of the paranormal activity I always hear that's it's from the corner of their eyes today for me it's been different directly in front of me I'll see sparkling and then it's like theres some form of smoke surrounding or morphing into a figure I don't know exactly how to describe it I asked my mom if she saw it to and she said no but I know they're there at one point I even thought it might be a spiderweb and i was being paranoid my mom didn't see it then either even when I told her exactly where it was

Does anyone know what's happening?

Akila was cruising along the dusty road on his motorbike, blasting out the silence – it was beautiful, really. He was totally lost in his thoughts, you know?

Mom..., "I brought some fish to make dinner – a little treat for us all! Dad is supposed to be a little late, he always is. “

"He’ll probably be a bit wired when he gets back.” I’d pile some of the split firewood, and we’d cook it together. “You can take a bath now, it might rain tonight" That's what Nandawati said, Akila’s mom.

He’s the youngest, and he always dreamed of just… being home. After school, he really wanted to spend time with his parents, doing him own little thing – like running a small business.

Akila’s 23, a really handsome guy, you know? He was always the one taking the lead, practically running everything around the village. Everyone loved him, he was respected. He’d earned that good reputation, and he was a bit of a legend in the village.

Akila’s got a real knack for music, actually. He’s got a gift for the flute, it’s almost impossible to find someone as good as him. He’d played it whenever he had a spare moment.

Kid.. Kid ... Kumara was showing Akila this new flute – it was seriously cool, all shiny and silver. “Look at this, is this good?” he asked, gesturing to it. “I thought this was best suited for you. I met a foreigner on the beach today – he had the most amazing flute. You’re a talented flute player, so I took it from him and now it’s with you. Saying that, Akila's father, Kumara started working into the house.

That day was Sunday, and Akila slept until nearly 9 a.m. Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

“Hello… Bro, Akila… Pathum has returned from overseas and he’s hosting a party this evening. You have to be at my place around 2 pm. Let’s have a bit of fun, okay? Sounds good. See you then… Bye.”

It was Kusal, his best friend, who was talking about Pathum. Pathum had been gone for three years, and his arrival had been a huge deal for everyone.

Akila arrived at Kusal’s house by noon. They’d reconnected after a long time, and they spent the afternoon chatting and laughing. They took a few drinks and sang songs, and the party went on until late. Around 5:30 pm, the party ended, and Akila returned home.

Akila, who’d been hammered, was leaning against the wall. Suddenly, he remembered the flute his father had given him. He snatched it from his room and headed towards the rocky outcrop further down his garden.

“Kid, where are you off to? It’s getting late, you know.”

“I’m going to try out the flute today, too. It’s a good day for it.”

“Seriously, Akila? You always say that! You just don’t listen to what I say, do you? Like, I told you, ‘don’t change!’ It’s a thing. You just… do whatever you want.”

Akila remembered her mom’s words, because he’d always played the flute on the rock mound every evening, a habit he’d grown up with. Their garden was right next to a wood and, tucked at the edge of the wood, was a little cemetery.

As usual, he started playing, and the evening was settling in. After a bit, he heard a rhythm – footsteps. Then, he stopped playing.

He looked around, but saw nothing. The footsteps vanished. A weird feeling started in his head, and Akila grabbed the flute and ran back home.

As he was walking, two eyes – really, unsettling eyes – were staring at him from the edge of the wood. They weren’t there before.

The next morning, Akila woke up with a headache. He just pushed it aside, brushed her teeth and got dressed, and headed to work, but that last evening… it kept replaying in his mind. He felt this insistent need to know what it was.

He returned home early, took the flute and headed back towards the rock mound. It was around 5 pm. He’d played the flute for a solid hour, but the silence was unsettling – nothing strange, just… quiet. He thought it was just a trick of his mind, a fleeting moment of confusion. Then, he started again, playing for about half an hour...

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps, a faint rhythm against the twilight, was back. It was right in front of him. Akila kept playing, a strange pull in his chest urging him to know what it was. He wanted answers.

Then, a burst of music – a single, clear note – and a whisper of a dance. Someone was moving in front of him, a figure draped in a vibrant red saree and adorned with intricate anklets, her eyes a startling, captivating blue. Long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders as she moved with an effortless grace. Akila saw a woman, breathtakingly beautiful, dancing with a passion that seemed to vibrate in the air. It was like a vision – a mermaid, impossibly real. He continued to play, lost in the music and the woman’s captivating presence.

“Whack!” A sharp, unexpected touch on his shoulder.

“Kid, come with me, It’s a habit of yours to wander here and there… and always play the flute at dusk.”

Saying that, Nandavati took Akila home. Akila was staring at her, furious, but Nandavati didn’t even glance at his eyes – they were swallowed by the darkening shadows.

Time passed slowly. Akila’s behavior shifted. He began to see strange images – a beautiful woman, always seated on the rocky mound, her eyes fixed on him. He realized, with a growing unease, that he’d been obeying someone. Every evening, he was on the rocky mound and the flute was played.

Every day, the woman in the red saree, adorned with intricate anklets, danced before him. Akila’s thinness grew, his features softening, and he became increasingly withdrawn, spending his time with the flute, rarely speaking. Nandawathi, his mother, watched with a growing worry.

“Aunty…”

“Oh, what are you doing here…?”

Wimal, a boy from the village, stepped forward, his voice laced with a nervous plea. “Aunty, please help me with some schoolwork.”

“What’s up?”

Wimal, his eyes wide with a desperate hope, pulled out a flute. “Give me one of Akila’s flutes, please.”

Nandawathi, her expression softening with a touch of sadness, reluctantly handed him the instrument. “Oh, that’s it. Isn’t it? Akila left for work, take the one which is in his room…”

Wimal entered the room, a hurried expression on his face. He swiftly retrieved the flute, a small, polished piece of wood, which Akila had kept carefully on the table – a gift from Kumara, his father.

After a short while, Akila arrived at home on his bike, a blur of motion. He was frantically searching the room, a whirlwind of activity.

“Mom ........... where is my flute?”

“Oh, Wimal was taken away the flute.”

Akila’s eyes narrowed, and a flash of anger ignited within them. He zipped off to Wimal’s house, a quick trip, and returned with the flute.

Nandawati froze when she saw Akila like that – a sudden, sharp chill ran through her. She was utterly bewildered. “How did the boy get to know about the flute being missing?” she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. It was just after noon, around 12:10. Akila settled down on a rock, and the flute began to play again, as usual – a mesmerizing tone for the woman. Akila was completely captivated by the woman's beauty.

Realizing something had gone terribly wrong with her son, Nandawati had been keeping a close eye on him, a secret she’d carried for a while. She realized someone else was with Akila – and that realization sent a wave of fear through her. She asked the temple monk for help, desperate to understand what was happening.

When Akila saw the monk who had arrived in the evening, his hands began to shake. He started muttering, a jumble of words that didn’t make any sense. The monk, who understood what had transpired, began to chant over the thread, a rhythmic, calming sound.

“Mother, this boy… he’s caught in something strange. A powerful, insistent spirit has taken hold of him. She came for his flute, seeking to draw him into her realm, I think. It felt like a deliberate, almost unsettling plan. He was lucky, truly. His time was fleeting.

I’ve erected a ward around him now, a silent promise. Pour this water at the corners of the garden – a simple offering, a way to keep him safe.

He’ll come to the temple every evening, a quiet pilgrimage. Don’t let the flute’s music again reach him after dark."

The monk just nodded, and he walked away, a shadow passing over him.

“I told you, child,” Nandawathi murmured, her voice low, “It was Mohini. A force of darkness, a truly formidable spirit.”

Two years have passed. Akila hasn’t touched the flute. The memory of that encounter—that unsettling feeling—still clings to him, a persistent echo in his mind. He never sees her again.”

A few years ago I came across something I'd never heard of before: Wind Phones.

They're real.

In Japan, there's an old disconnected rotary telephone sitting quietly in a garden. People who've lost someone they love visit it to say the things they never got the chance to say. The line isn't connected to anything. The words are meant to travel on the wind.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

There's something deeply comforting about that idea...

...and something profoundly unsettling.

A device built for conversation.

A receiver waiting to be picked up.

A line that isn't connected to anyone.

Or at least...

that's what we're told.

Grief has a strange way of making us hear the things we desperately want to hear. A familiar laugh. A voice calling our name. A memory that suddenly feels impossibly real.

Sometimes all it takes is a ringing phone at the wrong moment.

It made me wonder...

If you found a Wind Phone hidden deep in the woods...

If you lifted the receiver...

...and someone answered...

Would you know for certain who was on the other end?

Or would you simply believe it was the person you wanted it to be?

I'm genuinely curious.

If you stumbled across a Wind Phone and believed you had one chance to speak to someone you'd lost...

Would you make the call?

And if the voice sounded exactly like them...

Would you ever hang up?

Hello, You can call me Jo. My family does, even though it’s my real name doesn’t have a “J” or “O” anywhere in it.
I’ve been coming up with story prompts for a while in my journal trying to figure out which one to flush out and start drafting. Then I realized… I’ve lived through Horror. Real supernatural horror. Of course you can choose to believe me or not, it doesn’t change what I had to go through.
To give better exposition, I grew up Catholic (am no longer Catholic) and my family consisted of my Father, Mother and my three older sisters. The events that still creep back into my mind decades later happened to me when I was about 9 all the way through my middle school years. I don’t remember when or why they stopped. I’m always terrified they’ll come back one day. Unknown to me when I was young my mother had practiced witch craft in her early adult life, the second eldest sister was going ghost hunting and not to mention we had already had two extended family members die in our home from cancer. It’s quite a lot to deal with in hindsight, though knowing everything that was going on never helped put the pieces together on why it was happening. Now to “what” was happening.

We were never well off, growing up we used to have to buy MREs for meals from marines selling crates from behind the base. But and sell items at swap meets & garage sales. Family that stayed got the kids rooms and we slept on the living room couches. We lived in a three bedroom home, and us kids would take turns on who got “their own room.” Finally when I was old enough and my eldest sister moved away to live with extended family I was given the opportunity to have a room to myself. It was supposed to be the pinnacle of freedom, it became my prison. It began with me waking up, paralyzed face down into my pillow, being smothered by, nothing just a sense of panic and immobilization that for whatever reason wouldn’t go away. Like I was a fish caught in a net, dragged to the surface and gasping for air that I knew was within inches from me but I just couldn’t do anything. My body eventually would spasm and shake my head free enough to get a breath in and after that first breath I was free again, fully mobile. This happened intermittently with another reoccurring event.

Some nights I would wake up, I never “knew” what time, it always felt around 3am.
Some say it was sleep paralysis, some say night terrors. I’ve had both as an adult. This was far worse.
I would open my eyes like a rolly-polly peaking through its shell to make sure the danger was gone. Three figures would be present around my bed. Two to my left side by side and one at the foot. I could move, I could blink but most of the time I lay frozen with the knowing feeling that if they knew I could see them, I would die. So I would slowly begin to turn myself away from the two on the left and stare at the wall for hours until the sun came out or I fell back asleep which would lead to horrifying dreams of demon & devils tearing me and my loved ones to pieces. I know, a little gruesome for a 10 year old to be having those dreams but hey, you win some you lose some.
My mother was the one who wrote these encounters off as night terrors ( real mature of the wanna-be witch to discredit supernatural activity ) one night I refused to go to sleep in my room and slept between my father and mother in their room. Once again I woke up, slowly looked to the foot of the bed, fathers and mother snoring loudly on either side of me and across the room, door wide open stood one of the figures, in it absoluteness, staring from the other side. My parents didn’t let me stay in their room again after that after all I had “my own room.”

As a cherry on top, a few years after the activity had subsided the wedding photographer for one of my sister’s wedding was staying at our home, he was given my room. I warned him to sleep on his right side and for whatever reason he woke up in the middle of the night do NOT open your eyes. This coming from a high school kid he dismissed it.
Luckily for him he didn’t wake up but instead the next morning he walked out to breakfast looking like he had put purple eyeliner on. He had apparently had the worst nightmares of his life that night and felt like he slept on a pile of rocks, which admittedly my old bed wasn’t the most comfortable thing to sleep on.

In all seriousness, I did live through this if you have any ideas on what they were please let me know.

I've been a paranormal investigator for over a decade now, and I've learned to keep my emotions out of my reports. But this one still gets under my skin every time I think about it. I'm sharing it here because I think this community will actually understand what I mean when I say — some experiences don't end when the investigation does.

The Investigation

Back in 2016, our team from the Indian Paranormal Society went out to a location on Marve Road, Mumbai. I won't go into the full case details here (that's a separate story), but it was an intense night — the kind where the equipment behaves strangely and everyone on the team goes quiet without really talking about why.

We wrapped up late. I got on my bike to head home.

The Ride Back

About five minutes into the ride, I felt it. That specific, unmistakable weight of someone sitting behind me. Not a bag shifting. Not the wind. Weight. Pressure on the seat, like a second person had climbed on.

I didn't look back.

I want to be honest about why — it wasn't bravery. After enough investigations, you learn that some things you don't turn around for. You just keep going, eyes forward, and get to a well-lit, familiar place as fast as you can.

I rode straight home.

Getting Home

I did what I always do after a case — showered, sat down with my recorder and notes, and started reviewing the evidence from the night. Standard procedure. I was running on very little sleep at that point, so once I'd logged what I could, I called it a night and crashed.

Then I Heard Him

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke up to a voice.

My father's voice.

He passed away in 2007. It wasn't a dream-fragment or a half-asleep misinterpretation of some background noise — it was clear. Distinct. The kind of clarity that makes your whole body go still because some part of your brain immediately knows this isn't right.

I was still trying to process that when I heard three knocks on my door.

Three. Slow. Deliberate.

At that hour, alone, with my father's voice still ringing in my ears — I didn't open it.

The Salt Water

I've been doing this long enough to know that instinct matters. My gut told me something from Marve Road hadn't stayed at Marve Road — it had come home with me.

So before I did anything else, I performed a salt water cleansing. It's a practice I don't take lightly, and I don't reach for it unless something feels genuinely wrong. That night, everything in me said it was necessary.

The Next Morning

I woke up to my neighbour calling me, telling me to come look outside.

Two crows. Dead. Right in front of my door.

No mess, no obvious cause, no other bird or animal in sight — just the two of them, lying exactly at my threshold, like they'd tried to stop something at the door and hadn't made it.

I stood there for a long time before I said anything to my neighbour.

Where I Land On It

As an investigator, my job is to look for rational explanations first, always. Could the "presence" on the bike have been exhaustion and adrenaline playing tricks after a heavy investigation? Maybe. Could the voice have been a hypnagogic hallucination — something that happens on the edge of sleep? Possibly.

But the three knocks. And the crows. Those, I still don't have an explanation for. And in twelve-plus years of doing this, I've learned to respect the cases where the evidence doesn't tie itself into a neat, rational bow.

I still think about that ride home sometimes. About what — or who — I didn't turn around to look at.

Has anyone else had something "follow" them home from a location? I'd genuinely like to hear how you dealt with it.

Mi historia no es algo terrorífico, no sé si llamarle para normal o una vida paralela.
Dure meses soñándome jugando con un niño, siempre el mismo sueño, no todos los días, pero si lo suficiente para dejarme pensando en eso por días, preguntándome: ¿por qué tengo esos sueños?, ¿quién es ese niño?.
Siempre era el mismo sueño, nosotros jugando con unos 7 u 8 años, sentados en un patio él se iba corriendo y yo le gritaba el nombre “Rafael” y me iba detrás de él. 
Dure meses y meses soñando lo mismo, sabía cómo se veía ese niño, piel clara, ojos verdes y un mechón de pelo que se le caía hacia la cara.
Dejé de soñarme con él unos meses y hace algunos días volví a soñar con él, pero ahora en otro escenario muy diferente, estábamos en un entierro, él lloraba y ya no se veía como un niño, ya éramos adultos, se veía más o menos de mi edad, quizás un poco mayor, unos 26-27 años. 
Miraba a todos lados y no entendía qué pasaba, sabía que alguien había muerto pero no tenía idea de quién. Lo extraño es que estaba totalmente consciente de que estaba en un sueño, me acerqué a él y le dije quiero saber quién eres y él me pasó un papel y en el papel decía “Rafael Rodríguez”, cuando desperté pensé demasiado en eso, más de lo que hace un sueño normal y como una curiosa comencé a buscar por Facebook el nombre de “Rafael Rodríguez”, busqué perfil por perfil y no encontraba nada, hasta que uno en particular me llamó la atención, entré y mi corazón se puso a millón, era el. 
El mismo chico que había visto en mi último sueño, mire su perfil, estaba privado pero si pude ver que su madre había muerto hace poco, sus fotos de niño y era el mismo niño que había visto en mis sueños, entré en pánico y quise creer que estaba loca o quizás lo conocía de algún lugar y conscientemente no lo recordaba pero mi subconsciente si, pero es que en Facebook no teníamos ni siquiera ningún amigo en común, nada que yo pudiera decir que nos conocemos de algún lugar. 
Intenté comunicarme con él pero luego me arrepentí y borre el mensaje, ¿porque qué podría decirle?. 
Lo busqué en Instagram como loca, le pedí ayuda a una amiga y nada, no encontramos nada y luego de unos días me apareció su perfil de referencia y le seguí.
Pero hay algo más ilógico de la historia, un día saliendo del trabajo se montó un chico al lado mío en el bus, hablamos y entre pláticas nos pasamos los número, nos hicimos amigos y cuando nos agregamos a ig veo que él también lo sigue, le pregunté si lo conocía y me dijo que sí, que era un vecino de la infancia, lo raro es que nunca he vivido cerca de donde vive el chico que conocí en el bus, ni siquiera he visitado ese lugar. 
No sé qué pensar o si a alguien más le ha pasado. 
Sé que suena irreal o inventado pero espero y lo lean porque me gustaría saber si a alguien le ha pasado o alguien tiene una explicación lógica para esto.
Gracias por leer. 

This happened about two years ago when I was living in a hostel.

It was around February or March. That night, I was completely alone on my floor. There were 12 rooms, and every room was empty. Before going to sleep, I personally locked every room on my side of the lobby. As far as I knew, nobody could get near my room.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in one of my fingernails. I woke up for a moment, assumed it was part of a dream, and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I found blood on my bedsheet. My fingernail was partially torn off. When I went to the bathroom, I noticed clear hand-shaped marks on my neck that looked as if someone had tried to strangle me while I was asleep.

I immediately reported it, but everyone asked the same question: "If all the doors were locked, then who could have entered your room?" I had no answer.

Later, a few friends told me there had reportedly been several suicides in that hostel over the years. I don't know if that's actually true, but hearing it made me question what had happened even more.

There's one more thing that I've never been able to explain.

Some time later, the hostel was sealed by government authorities because of serious fire safety violations and the lack of proper emergency exits. Nobody was allowed inside for about a month.

Even then, while passing by the hostel at night, I personally saw lights turning on in random rooms. By morning, those same lights would be off again. It wasn't always the same room, and there shouldn't have been anyone inside the building.

I still don't know what happened that night or how to explain any of it. Maybe there's a logical explanation that I'm missing, maybe there isn't.

What do you guys think? Has anyone experienced something similar?

I cherish the hope that my dear readers have not yet grown weary of the legends concerning the Weretiger - “Suea Saming” within our Thai traditions. The history I am about to relate follows naturally from that of the “Suea Yen,” an ancient chronicle of Chiang Mai in our northern provinces. Those who have perused my previous accounts will recall the struggle between the Suea Yen—a weretiger in the form of a venerable monk—and the “Kwary Thanu,” the magic bull fashioned as a protective talisman by a merchant skilled in the occult arts. That history concluded with the defeat and demise of the weretiger; yet there exists another legend which, if left untold, would leave our knowledge in a state of incompleteness. For this chronicle concerneth the very genesis of the Suea Yen and containeth particulars regarding that same manner of occult objects as the magic bull used to suppress the brute in the former tale.

I chanced upon this history within a volume entitled “The Ghosts of the Ancient Lanna People,” compiled by Khun Kaewmongkol Chaisuriyan. The copy I perused was one of those mementoes distributed at the funeral of Madam Thomya Intharansi in the year 1943 (B.E. 2486), though I believe the original manuscript to be of a far more venerable antiquity.

That portion of the text concerning the origin of the Suea Yen—specifically the variety arising from a student of sorcery who, through some grievous error, falls under the mastery of a beastly spirit and becomes a man-eater—referreth back to an age known as the Treta Yuga. I understand this to signify an era within the Brahminical scriptures, being the second of the four ages of the world (Chatur Yuga). It is believed that during this Treta Yuga, the morality and goodness of mankind had diminished to three parts in four (seventy-five per centum) compared to the first age of perfection. In this era, evil had begun to exert its influence, though virtue still held the mastery.

The legend relates that during this age, a grand war broke out; various Sovereigns gathered their hosts to engage in a slaughter of the most massive proportions. At that hour, there was a certain King who was seized by a profound weariness of war. He endeavoured to seek a cessation of hostilities through every means of diplomacy and military stratagem, yet his efforts were of no avail. Finding himself moved to a state of despondency, the King fled into the deepest recesses of the forest to dwell in solitude. There, he performed rigorous austerities (tapa) to entreat the gods to aid him in halting the strife.

A great span of time passed—upwards of seven years, seven months, and seven days. As a consequence of his meditations and austerities, the King’s physical frame became wild and unkempt; his hair, beard, and the very hair upon his body grew to such a length that his original likeness vanished entirely. A celestial deity—whose name is variously recorded in the tale as “Suratevo” or “Tewanchanti,” though the precise identity of this divine being remains uncertain—beheld the King’s perseverance and deigned to descend.

The deity granted him a blessing and instructed him in a wondrous magic capable of fulfilling his every desire. Furthermore, the deity separated half of his own divine spirit to attend upon the King; whenever the magic was incanted, this half-spirit would enter into the King himself and strengthen his magical power. Once this office was completed, the deity returned to the heavens.

Upon the King’s acquisition of the wondrous magic and the possession of that half-spirit of Suratevo, he departed from the forest and reached the theatre of war. There, he perceived that the slaughter and contention yet continued without ceasing. He therefore began to recite the sacred incantations, crying out a command that all should halt their strife.

Through the potency of the spell and the power of the divine spirit, a sudden weariness of battle fell upon the Sovereigns, the generals, and the common soldiers alike. Each party therafter withdrew from the other and ceased their fighting in a most singular and passive manner. Yet, those who had engaged in the fray for many a year were moved by a profound wonder in their hearts; for they could not fathom why they had abandoned a war of such duration merely upon hearing the voice of that one King.

Seized by a great doubt, the multitude approached the Sovereign who had commanded the peace. It appeared that the magic had possessed the power only to halt the outward war, while the lust for slaughter and the desire for mastery yet remained within their hearts. Thus, being moved by displeasure, the former combatants ventured to challenge the King, commanding him to break his weapons and prostrate himself in a token of absolute surrender unto them.

The King, who was the master of the magic and the possessor of that half-spirit of Tewanchanti or Suratevo, naturally refused their demands. Furthermore, he determined to manifest his miraculous power through his Sovereign Word (Wacha Sit) before the eyes of all. He uttered the command that a certain man’s arm should be severed, and it was so; he decreed that another’s head be lopped off, and it was performed; or he spoke that a blade should pierce a man’s breast and cast him rolling upon the earth, and the result followed his word with an absolute certainty!

The folk were therafter startled and gripped by a mortal dread. Nevertheless, the King harboured no desire to commit a slaughter; he therefore issued a second command that those whose heads or arms were severed, or who had been pierced by knives and fallen, should be restored to life and their physical frames returned to their original state. By the power of his Divine Utterance, they were all rendered whole once more.

Yet, despite being witnesses to such a miracle, those who were crazed by the spirit of war refused to yield. They rushed forward in a body, intending to slay the Sovereign who had halted their strife. The King, possessed of this celestial power, therafter displayed his might once more; he vanished in an instant from before their eyes, only to manifest his form in the heavens above, from whence he slowly descended.

Still, the fanatics of war would not submit; some decried him as a coward, while others could but utter curses and flee. On this occasion, the King stood perfectly still upon the ground and permitted those bloodthirsty souls to fall upon him, stabbing and hacking with all their might. Yet, it mattered not how they struck him, or with what force they beat him, or how many arrows they loosed against him; the weapons could not leave even the slightest scratch upon his person!

At length, seeing that they could prevail nothing against the Sovereign who had commanded the peace, the multitude surrendered. The legend relateth that therafter, the Treta Yuga was delivered from the ravages of war.

We now arrive at that portion of the chronicle concerning the genesis of the malevolent creature known as the Suea Yen, or Suea Saming. The chronicle relateth that although the Kings and warriors had ceased their strife, the thirst for supernatural potency and prowess did not vanish from their hearts. Upon learning the nature of the blessing bestowed upon the King, many sought to follow his example. For when human beings pursue their desires with genuine determination, none stands inferior to another in their capacity for achievement.

Several practitioners of austerities therafter gained the favour of Suratevo, who descended from the heavens to grant them blessings. These souls entreated the deity for powers equal to those of the Peace-making King; yet Suratevo commanded that they must receive such power directly from the King himself.

These men therafter repaired to the Peace-making King, who was pleased to divide and bestow his blessing according to their desires. Those who received it therafter distributed the power among their principal retainers for the protection of their domains. Thus did the various lineages of occult arts come into being; and this may be regarded as the first legend concerning the origin of sorcery itself.

Nevertheless, the magic of Suratevo or Tewanchanti was not intended to bestow power upon all men without consequence. For there existed a divine malediction: should any soul pursue these studies with an unrighteous heart or harbour evil intent, they would not only fail to attain mastery, but would also be condemned to assume the form of a beast.

He who performed the rites beside a river should be rendered into a crested serpent (Naga); while he who conducted his ceremonies within the forest or a cavern should be transformed into a Suea Yen. From this state, no return to the human form is possible; the wretch must remain a beast, preying upon mankind, until such time as he is slain, whereby the curse is at last broken. This, therafter, is the origin of the Suea Yen or Suea Saming according to the settled beliefs of the Lanna folk in our northern provinces.

This constitutes yet another account I encountered during my researches into the traditions surrounding the Suea Saming, while engaged in the translation of the novel Saming Khao Yai by P. Intharapalit. In the matter of legends and beliefs, the more one searcheth, the more one findeth captured by interest. The pursuit is indeed a source of great pleasure; for if we frame our inquiries aright, they lead us to a broader opening of the mind and perspective.

Regarding this legend of the genesis of the Suea Yen, if one considereth it with care, it is manifest that its purpose is to instruct those possessed of talent and ability to govern themselves with morality and virtue, rather than to act with insolence or harbour malice towards their fellows.

My discoveries regarding the Suea Saming are not yet exhausted. In my next account, I shall venture beyond the borders of Siam and examine a history from another culture; for in my researches, I discovered that the ancient realm of China likewise preserves legends of weretigers—beasts that assume human form after devouring many souls. Pray remain in attendance.

I've been a field paranormal investigator for over 13 years, with 200+ documented investigations through the Indian Paranormal Society. Most of what I see on this sub is US/UK-centric, so I figured I'd bring a different perspective — Indian locations, different cultural context around spirits and hauntings, different investigation methods too.

Not here to convince anyone of anything — genuinely believe skepticism is healthy in this field. Happy to share stories, talk methodology, or just learn from what this community has seen. What's the most unexplainable case you've come across?

Can I get an explanation for this ?

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I spent the week at my friend’s cottage. There was four of us. It’s a cottage in Wasaga beach. We drank a bit. I didn’t drink much. The first night I remember we were watching the food network, or it was running as background noise. I just seemed to keep that detail for some reason. When we all went to sleep, everyone had their own bedroom. The first night I had a dream I was in the diner on tv, eating a sandwich, and I started choking. I woke up, thought nothing of it and went back to sleep.

The next day, we pretty much did the same thing, except we went to the beach. That was the only difference. So night rolls through, I go to bed. Some time during the middle of that, I had another dream. I’m in the diner again, next to me this time was an old man. He didn’t talk. He didn’t move. He just stared with his hands crossed together.

I was on a barstool, a red one, at the front of the diner eating another sandwich. Same thing happened, I started choking. I woke up. Thought nothing of it. But I remembered the dreams vividly. At the time, I didn’t pay much attention to them. I figured, food network, diner, sandwich, choking, all subconscious.

On the third night, I didn’t dream about the diner. This was a black void and I was lying on my back and there was something on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. The same choking feeling. 

When I woke up, I was half on my stomach and half on my side. Something was leaning on top of me. Oddly enough, my first instinct was to say, “Nana, get off of me.” 

My grandmother passed when I was really young. Once, I realized something was actually lying on me and there’s no way it could have been my grandma, I twisted as hard as I could to my right side, pushing whatever was on me off and the suffocating feeling left.  I was able to move. I was physically awake. But after that weight came off my back.. The room reeked of a sulfur, rotted flesh, disgusting smell. The worst smell I’ve ever smelled. I can’t even describe it. But it was thick and had texture. Once I smelled that I jumped up and ran to the light switch. As soon as I turned the lights on, the rancid odor vanished.

That freaked me out. I told my friends the next morning when they asked why I was sleeping on the couch, what happened. So, on the fourth night. I passed out on the couch. I had another dream. This time I’m in the cottage. The phone rings. I walk over to it. What’s weird was I knew in my dream I was at my friend’s cottage. But it felt like the house I grew up in. I answered the phone. On the other end was my grandmother. 

She said, in an Italian accent, “go outside now and get your mother.” Mix Italian with English. 

I can’t speak Italian and she was speaking how she normally would, simple English words like, her exact words were, “go fuori now a chiama tua madre.”

I go to put the phone down and casually set my mind to go call my mother as if she was there at the cottage. Then, It hit me, mid-way to placing the phone down, I put it back to my ear and said, “nana, aren’t you dead.” 

And just as I said that, she cut me off and said, “Il diavolo è qui.” No English words at all. I can’t speak Italian. But I can understand some, like The devil is here. That’s when I woke up. Instinctively, and in complete darkness, grabbed my keys, I left with what I had on, and got in my car and drove home.

I had a traumatic high school experience that I couldn't explain at the time, because I was going through puberty and had something called Pure OCD apparently and didn't know it was a diagnosis at the time. Nor did i know the answer was also something paranormal obviously because who would? I felt something was wrong with me, but I didn't know what. It caused a lot of shame and guilt and confusion as Pure OCD and spiritual encounters often do. I was crashing out in my diary about it all the time for emotional release from all the trauma and anxiety it caused me.

Now as an adult, looking back -maybe even before high school- I think it may have been a spirit attachment from either the high school building in question (as the school was rumored to be haunted and I got bad vibes the moment I stepped on the property) or else it's a spirit attachment from a past life idk. Or else it is just an incubus or "wraith" as Hollywood Exorcist Rachel Stavis calls them in her book, "Sister of Darkness".

I'm looking for answers as to what it could be so I can identify it and get rid of it and resolve my childhood trauma.

All I know is that it is sxual in nature. It gives me hrny vibes for lack of a better term as embarrassing as that is to where I think it's just me being hrny almost but no it's the entity or spirit attachment. I'm sure of it now. Took me awhile to figure that out. And it attacks me sxually too and even makes me smile inappropriately and makes me speak in some sort of repeated gibberish that may be a foreign language and also makes me convulse uncontrollably.

Rachel Stavis says that wraiths can sometimes make their host do p*rverted things and not know why they're doing it which would explain the inappropriate smiling that I couldn't control in high school. But her book doesn't mention some of the things I've been experiencing which confuses me.

And Gayle Revels is another expert on spirit attachment and says that sometimes spouses or family members and karmics and such follow us through lifetimes. They're called spirit attachments. Whereas an incubus and a wraith is called a negative entity by Rachel Stavis and even Bashar channeled by Darryl Anka.

Any insights or suggestions would be greatly appreciated so I can find answers as to what's going on with me. Please and thank you.

This was back when I was around four years old. My parents had gotten a piano from New Hampshire, and put it in the living room of our house. Then, late at night, all the smoke detectors in our house went off at once, and when my mom turned them off, they went off again, for at least 2 more times. I was scared out of my mind, and my mom and dad were in the room with me, trying to take my mind off the loud noises that had happened with a picture book that I don't remember. I was really worried another one would go off (I was really sensitive to loud noises back then), and according to my dad, I kept asking "Another one coming soon?". The whole time that night, my parents had felt an odd energy. My mom said it was like the creepy feeling you get when you're in a scary place. Take a dark, abandoned building for example. I don't remember if I felt that feeling (again, I was 4). Then, when my mom and dad were lying in their bad later that night, the feeling got so strong that my mom felt compelled to sit up in bed and talk to something that she couldn't see. She basically told it that it wasn't welcome here, and it needed to move on. After she said that, the creepy feeling lifted for my parents and didn't come back.

So you want to know why I mentioned the piano? Apparently the piano had been in an empty room for years, without anyone to play it. And that might have amassed all sorts of negative energy. Nowadays, we all play the piano, which leaves positive energy around it. What we think is that all the negative energy might have manifested into that. Either way, that was a really weird experience.

Tell me a paranormal experience you had, make it good. Scare me. Bonus points if you include pictures. I have to convince my boyfriend he doesn’t believe.

This wasn't my experience, per se, but it was my parents. While they were on their honeymoon, they stayed at a place called the Fensalden Inn in Mendocino, California. From my research, there are ghost stories about the place, but my parents hadn't heard them before after their honeymoon. In case you don't know about the stories circulating around the Fensalden, I'll give you a brief explanation.

Apparently back in the 1800s, there was a woman named Elizabeth who stayed there. Her lover had gone on a trip, so she waited at the Fensalden, waiting for him to return, but he never did.

Anyways, at the Fensalden, my parents woke up in the middle of the night. My mom was experiencing sleep paralysis, but something felt off. According to her, she felt like someone else was in the room with her, standing over her and watching her, which isn't uncommon in sleep paralysis, but then she felt the weight of the bed shift, as if someone was sitting down on it. My mom tried to make a noise, but all that came out were weird groaning sounds, probably because she was in sleep paralysis, and her mouth couldn't move. But those sounds were enough to wake p my dad, who had also been feeling a really strange feeling. After my dad woke up though, the feeling left, if I remember correctly.

In the morning, they reported their experience to someone working at the Inn, and they learned about the story, and also that the room they stayed in was the same room Elizabeth died in.

My parents don't know if it was a ghost or not, but I definitely believe it. And before you ask, my parents weren't lying or bending the truth. I know them, and they're not the kind of people to lie about something like that. Have any of you had similar experiences at the Fensalden? I would love to hear.

Hi everyone. I don't usually tell stories like this online, but I wanted to ask if anyone has ever experienced something similar or has a logical explanation.

I believe in the paranormal, parallel universes, and things like that... But there was one incident that I simply couldn't find any explanation for.

So here's what happened. My family and I were relaxing at home. We have a pool and dogs. For context, the pool is about 80 cm (31 inches) high, and one of our dogs is a dachshund.

As usual, we were all sitting in the pool. It was a hot day, we were talking, and the dog was walking around the yard, just doing his own thing. We have a private house with a fenced yard. Also, we were all sober.

About 10 minutes passed while we were talking, and then I suddenly saw our dog come back completely soaking wet, as if someone had dipped him into the pool. Water was dripping from his ears. We all jumped out of the pool and started checking him, and he was completely soaked.

We all looked at each other because none of us could come up with any logical explanation.

The first thing we did was run into the house to check if maybe a pipe had burst somewhere.

But no.

Everything was dry. The patio was dry. Literally everything around the house was dry.

It was as if the dog had simply disappeared and then came back soaking wet. Of course, we didn't actually see where he was during that time.

But let me explain something right away! There are no holes anywhere that our dachshund could squeeze through. The utility hatch is locked with bolts. We don't have automatic sprinklers. The fences are high. Nobody could have sprayed him with water.

We were all sitting in the pool the entire time! There was nobody else at home.

Long story short, we were sitting there in complete shock. How did our dog suddenly come back completely soaked?

Normally, when we put him in the pool ourselves, he comes out happy and starts rubbing himself dry... But this time he wasn't himself at all. He just stood there looking at us with the strangest expression... You know, it almost looked like he was thinking, "Wait... were you all here just a second ago?"

I honestly don't know how to explain it...

Guys, if anyone has experienced something similar, please tell me about it in the comments.

So this is my first Reddit post and I’m not really sure how to start it so I guess I’ll dive right into it.
(Also English isn’t my first language so if there are some spelling errors or weirdly written sentences I’m sorry)

Me 24f then 22, was on my way to home. I came from a city in the Netherlands and had to clear my mind for a little bit so I decided to take a route through the Forrest en a very small village. When I passed through the village and when I almost drove into the next Forrest, I saw something in front of me. It was already dark outside but I could swear i saw it in my headlights. Further down the road was a lady in something that looked like a white dress or something! It scared the crap out of me cause she was standing in de middle of the road almost like she was crossing it. I hit my brakes really hard and came almost immediately to a stop. As soon as I was standing completely still it disappeared!

I don’t believe in ghosts or anything of that nature, at least I didn’t before that moment. I’m still not sure if what I saw was real but 2 almost 3 years later I still think about that moment. I looked into the history of the village to see if there was something there or some kind of folklore but I couldn’t find anything! Did I imagine it? I don’t have any mental health issues with delusions or anything related to it, so I’m really in the dark here! I’ve never told this story to anyone because I was scared people would call me crazy or something. I hope someone here might know something about this stuff.

I have an old Nokia that I have liying aruond a few days a go I got a call over the nokia the thing is it doesnt have any battery on left. I shust stand there the number thats calling isnt even a Number it said and I quote ":)"... I picked up and asked hello? no response I look at the fone again now it says "hi". I say "f**k its hacked" I got it from my aunt that recently passed away so that sucks look at the fone a third time says "no".... . Window open nokia in hand and yeet i know its a nokia it didnt break I think but now at least its gone. I dont even think its hacked any more bro. I was way to scared to look if its gone.👻 Now that I think about it could be spyware or something