r/Ghoststories

This is happening in Russia. My grandmother lives alone about 1.5 hours away from me and my parents.

For about 4 years, weird things have been happening in her house. She used to hide cookies under the carpet, but when she came back, they were always broken. Just broken. Nothing stolen. At first, we thought it was mice, but it escalated.

About a month ago, she installed a new, heavy-duty lock on her door. The next day, she came home and found the lock unscrewed from the inside and almost broken. Someone definitely tried to get in but failed.

We had peace for a month.

But today it got worse.

She came home and found:

1. The cookies were broken again.

2. Someone painted a perfectly straight BLACK LINE on her wall with paint.

3. The scariest part: We bought her a Yandex "Alisa" smart speaker (like Alexa) for her birthday. She says it suddenly started talking BY ITSELF. It said two phrases:

   · "Don't call me Alisa."

   · "I will find your phone number and call you. We need to talk."

My grandmother is terrified. She doesn't know how to use apps or settings. Someone might have hacked her WiFi and is playing sounds through the speaker, or someone is getting inside.

We are going to install hidden cameras. Do you have any idea what this could be? Has anyone experienced a hacked smart speaker talking to them like this?

I will post updates if anything else happens.

Just in case: sorry if I posted this in a subreddit that isn't meant for this kind of thing, this is my first post.

I’ve always been fascinated by unexplained experiences. What’s something that happened to you that still doesn’t make sense, no matter how much you’ve thought about it?

So this is my first real Reddit post so bear with me, I’m sorry if this is too long.

I was around 25 at the time when this started (I am now 31F)
My father has always lived in the country, but he eventually decided to live entirely off of the grid on an actual GPS coordinate.
He took a small old run down home that had been vacant for years, and turned it into a massive house. I’m talking 5 upstairs bedrooms, 6 downstairs. It was so he and my mom could start adopting older kids in need.
Well I ended up having to move to my dad’s due to a horrible breakup, and things started off small.
The house immediately felt creepy. It was so large and even though it had so many rooms it felt so vacant. It echoed throughout.
I don’t know why I felt this sense of dread but I just couldn’t shake it.
It started off feeling like I was being watched. I would walk down long halls to use the restroom and sense someone standing at the end to the point I’d turn around and use a different bathroom.
I generally slept downstairs near the living room but one day my father told me a new child would be taking that room, so I would move upstairs to the room that overlooked the entire property through the window.

And when I did that, everything bad started.
It began with subtle nightmares. I dreamt of arrowheads one night.
The next evening I was going to my room to find out Brenan (17M) kid had walked through the property and found them everywhere.
I asked my dad and the house was built on an old Native American reservation.

The next night I had a horrible night terror. I was being murdered over and over again in the same field by different men in an abandoned hut. I was brought there by betrayal in the beginning of each one by the person I loved most-my twin. I could feel the pain of them pouring gasoline on my face and the burn of it in my nostrils and throat. I felt my skin light on fire for a split second which woke me up. The pain of a nightmare. It was physical agony. But when I awoke it was gone.
I knew each time I’d fall back asleep the nightmare would continue. And the torture was awful. No matter what I tried I could not escape. Again and again I was betrayed and murdered and somehow the betrayal hurt worse.

I went in to the living room one night and across the room from the kitchen, I saw a Native man in his war bonnet sitting in the rocking chair. He was so very CLEARLY there. I saw the colors of his feathers, his tan complexion. The wrinkles of his face. He looked so angry but he just sat there…still. Just staring. I couldn’t move-and I don’t remember anything except I ended up back in my bedroom, and woke up???
I knew I had been awake but somehow I woke up as if I hadn’t just walked across the entire house and downstairs to the kitchen.

I told Brenan to get rid of the arrowheads, and to leave their land alone. But he did not. He took pleasure in rummaging through things. He wasn’t a bad kid he was fascinated.
One night my newish partner stayed with me and we had an almost identical night terror. We woke up at the same exact moment.
My daughter’s face was underneath a truck and I watched as it spun to rip the skin off of her face as she screamed, begging for me to save her. It was so real and horrifying. It tore me apart. I will never forget it.
His nightmare? He was crying but betraying his closest friend, while possessed and ripping the skin off of his face.
We both stared at one another out of breath and just entirely freaked out. He really couldn’t believe it and it shook him for about a week.

Finally one night I had my first ever sleep paralysis.
In this nightmare I was drug by my left arm by an invisible entity across a shag rug. I could feel the carpet burn.
I stopped immediately and was dropped next to “my bed” and underneath the darkness of the bed there was a humanoid creature. Translucent light skin. Its purple and red veins were protruded and pulsing. Its arms were sewn into its sides, as well as its legs. Its mouth was too but it was also not there somehow still.
Black beads for eyes very far apart, no nose. Covered lightly in blood.
Slowly it wiggled closer and closer to me while it spoke “give me give me give me”
I was NOT on my back when I woke up. I was on my side and the creature was on my bed face to face inches from me. My bed was PHYSICALLY shaking from it wiggling so hard as it pushed into me over and over again. Just loudly this demonic raspy higher pitch masculine tone repeated “give me, give me, give me”
I couldn’t scream. I tried to but I couldn’t.
I shook out of it and jumped out of my bed. My eyes were wide and I was terrified to move. I tried to call anyone at 3am but there was no signal upstairs.
I began sobbing and shaking. I quietly went towards the upstairs living room and an upstairs room window was open.
My hair stood up and again I was frozen. Stuck to the wall for like 30 minutes. Eventually I was able to make my way to the window and look out over the back of the property. And far out across the field I saw a light on above a little hut.
Then it hit me, that was the hut in my dream.
I tried to tell my dad time and time again, but he wouldn’t listen. I don’t know why I was targeted, as I tried to be the most respectful of the land-but I was.
I have many other stories following this of what happened to me, but for now I thought I would share the story of this house.
The beginning of a horrible spirit that attached itself to me for three years.

This happened in Artemas Pennsylvania...

I used to know a guy that I was friends with for over 7 years of my life. We had been neighbors for so long that he became like extended family when it came to my father and mother. He was like a younger adopted brother to me. We hung out almost 24/7 honestly. Where he was I was... And vice versa actually. We've been through all kind of things and nothing shook us...

Well he had got into a relationship with this young woman. And from the get-go I just felt something was off with her and her energy wasn't very positive. Well... For a few months of him dating her. He kept telling me that he wanted me to meet her. And one night they both stopped over to where I had lived. I met her and at first didn't notice anything dark or negative honestly...

It wasn't until I got a call from my friend. Which he never called he just texted because he is part of the generation that doesn't like phone calls. He told me they had nowhere to go and they needed somewhere to live. So against my better judgment I talk to my mother and we both semi agreed that they could say with us...

Well, the first couple months was just fine and nothing really bad happened. And we hung out and would drink off and on. He would smoke... His brothers who literally had lived right below me for years for visit. Everything was going fine and there wasn't really any major issues...

Let's fast forward about 6 months in...

Besides the fact that he didn't want to work and decided that he was just going to take him work part-time. Not contribute anything to living with us and nor would his girlfriend either...

They both started complaining about seeing shadowy figures in their room. They complain about being woken up at 3:00 in the morning and having bloody scratches that was in the form of three... Which is demonic by the way. It got worse because whatever was attached or haunting them decided to branch out. Somewhere along the lines of all this happening we started seeing what looked like a little girl spirit and our double-wide trailer. And come along was a shadowy man that looked like it had dreads and was about 5 ft tall...

One night we had set the table up in the living room and we were just having a few beers nothing major. When out of nowhere my friend's girlfriend asked me who the little girl was hiding behind the stand that had the microwave on it... Well I look up and didn't see anything but she did. Meanwhile I look to my right down the hallway... And I watch a shadowy demonic silhouette of a 5 ft tall being and it look like it had dreads. It went from their bedroom down the hall and disappeared into the wall...

My mother started reporting encounters to me of things that was happening to her even. She had had enough and called me one night when we were at our friend mandy's house. And told me they had to move...

I still do not regret my mother kicking them out...

I do not talk to either of them till this day...

I refuse to honest...

But whatever it is that they brought into our double wide trailer wreaked havoc on us. Even after they left it's still would not leave. It took me blessing my double-wide trailer to just push whatever it was out...

Haunted places that I’ve lived in and/or weird happenings with the amount of occurrences.

Grandma house - (X)
Grandmothers house - (2)
Mom/Dad house - ( 5)*
Springfield FL house - (3)
My apt 207 (X)
My Apt TX (2)
Marianna Fl, (1) Halloween Night. Hungry Howies Crew. 2 car loads of ppl.
My Italy Apt - (1)

X = Physical entity form present, More than 4 &/or too many to count
# = Numerical number of happenings
*= Weird happenings/ occurrences

*Ouija Board Incident
*Chimene email to first Hotmail account.
*Pordenone, Italy = MP event
*Deja Vu instances (X)

If anyone asks I’ll talk about any one of these happenings. Keep in mind that some of these happened over 40yr ago while others happened last year.

I know how this sounds, so please don't tell me I'm imagining things.

For the past two weeks, I've been waking up at almost exactly 3:17 AM.

Nothing unusual at first. I'd wake up, drink some water, check my phone, and go back to sleep.

Then I noticed something.

Every morning, one thing in my room was slightly different.

My chair would be facing the bed.

My books would be arranged differently.

Once, I found my bedroom door completely open even though I always lock it before sleeping.

Last night, I decided to test it.

Before going to sleep, I placed my shoes perfectly parallel to the door and put a tiny piece of paper between the door and the frame. If someone opened it, the paper would fall.

I woke up at 3:17.

The paper was still there.

The door was still locked.

But my shoes were gone.

I found them under my bed.

I don't know how they got there.

I don't even want to look under the bed anymore.

But this morning, I noticed something worse.

There was a message written on the underside of my desk.

I swear I've never seen it before.

It said:

"STOP CHECKING THE DOOR.

I DON'T COME THROUGH IT."

I'm writing this from my room right now.

And I just heard footsteps in the hallway.

The problem?

Everyone else in my house is asleep.

And the footsteps are coming from inside my room.

So years ago when my mother, stepfather, sister, and I lived in Artemas Pennsylvania. My stepfather got an idea to help run the paper route for some extra cash in the household... Though I don't think he thought this through. So we would get up around 11 pm at night and get around and go into Cumberland Maryland to the times News building. We then would collect our newspapers that we had to deliver all night...

Then we would take and stop at a local gas station that was nearby. We then would be on our way to deliver papers. Well we have been doing this for like 6 months...

And there was always this one German Shepherd dog that would use the bathroom early in the morning like around 1am. As my dad and I would stop to put the newspaper in the box... This dog would bark and show teeth. So oftentimes I would be the one to put the paper in. And my dad would hit the gas and we get out of there. Because to be honest I didn't want to get bit by that dog or him to try attacking the car...

So weeks went by and we saw this dog...

And one morning we pulled up to the newspaper box... And I put it in. But yet, there is no dog barking... No angry teeth or nothing. My dad and I look at each other and start to wonder what's going on...

The owner of the dog was standing outside that early morning. He looked upset and just out of it... Like something was missing in his life. And he told me to yell to the guy and ask if he was okay... So of course I rolled the window down being very cautious of the dog if it was around and yelled "sir are you okay". He responded back, "no I'm not... I had to put my dog down"...

So meanwhile my dad and I are feeling really bad for this guy because that dog was his life. And honestly we didn't know what to say after that. So my dad got out of the car and asked him if he wanted him to pray... So the man says "yes please". So he does... And we got back in the car and went along our way. We then continued on our route and everything just fell back into place like normal...

Well let's fast forward about a week...

My stepfather and I come through during our normal time during paper route... Like usually around 1am. And we see the light on the front porch but yet the guy is not out there this time. But we did see something that made both of us stop and look...

We saw that same exact dog sitting on the front porch. Just acting like it was waiting to be let back in. And my stepfather and I both look at each other and say, "isn't that the dog that died". Now both of us at this time are very confused and assumed he got another dog...

Well, we were coming through there one afternoon and the guy was standing outside. And we stopped and my dad says out the window "hey, sorry to hear about the loss of your dog I'm glad to see you got another one"...

This man turns around and says to my stepfather, "what are you talking about... I haven't gotten another dog". Meanwhile I am in the passenger side seat looking very confused. Because I know what my stepfather and I saw a few nights before...

It honestly broke my heart seeing that dog waiting for its owner. It touched me deep down in my soul. And I never can forget what we saw...

It's been since September 28th, 2020 since my father has passed away. And when he was alive me and him both used to bring this up... Now my mother would shut it down as quick as it come up because she did not want to think about that. She literally would get very emotional...

I was 10 living in Scotland in a 5 bedroom house outside Edinburgh. The house was huge and built in the mid 18th century.

I was sleeping and woke up feeling cold and had the overwhelming sense that someone was in my bedroom standing over me.

Seconds past... then a minute......and I felt more and more scared but eventually I found the courage to face it.

What I saw was the burned charcoal-colour legs of a man. I only saw his torso. He was a large guy and had an air of menace about him. I ran out of the room to my parents room which was a fair distance away literally screaming. My mother still to this day (she's old now!) says that she'd never seen me look so white and pale with fear and genuinely scared.

I know what I saw and the experience has remained with me ever since.

I was unable to sleep in my room for a very long time.

I still dream about him harassing me, maybe once every two or three months, and have done for the last 40 years. I kid you not.

Turns out that the house was known for being haunted.

The local village had a shop in which my mother told the owner where she lived and the owner said, 'Ah you'll soon meet the ghost of Gallands House'

My bedroom was in the old servants quarters that had a private spiral staircase and my mother and grandmother (who stayed once in a while) heard someone running up and down the stairs on several occasions.

Turns out that there was a fire in the house and I suspect my ghost 'friend' died horribly.

I always always always felt like I was being watched in that house, like I was being followed.

Still to this day, I'm a 50 year old dude now, strongly believe I saw and felt something, and I still have these dreams about him. He's angry and mean....

So, there's my story....

It was around 1:30 AM and I was driving home alone after dropping my friend at his house. I decided to take a shortcut because the main road would take around twenty more minutes. The road was completely empty. There were no shops and barely any houses. Just trees and fields on both sides. After a few minutes I saw a woman standing beside the road. She was wearing a white dress. I slowed down because she was standing very close to the road. When I passed her I looked at my rear view mirror. She was gone. I thought maybe I had imagined her. But two minutes later I saw the same woman again. This time she was standing in the middle of the road. I stopped my car. I rolled down the window a little and asked her if she needed help. She didn't say anything. She slowly turned towards me. I couldn't see her face properly because it was completely dark. Then she whispered something. I couldn't understand it. I asked her to repeat it. She looked directly at me and said "Don't go that way." I looked ahead. There was nothing. When I looked back at her she was gone. I immediately locked the doors and started driving. I decided to take the main road instead. A few minutes later my phone started ringing. It was the same friend I had dropped home. I picked up. He sounded scared. He asked me where I was. I told him about the shortcut. There was silence for a few seconds. Then he said "Bro don't take that road." I asked him why. He told me that a woman had died on that road years ago after being hit by a car. People in that area still talked about seeing a woman standing beside the road late at night. I didn't say anything after that. I just drove home as fast as I could. When I reached home it was almost 2:30 AM. I got out of the car and locked it. Before going inside I looked back at the rear window. There was a handprint on the glass. But the strange thing was the handprint was on the inside.

for context I'm a muslim but im not very religious but at the time this happened I was trying to become regular in my prayers so this scared the crap out of me

This incident took place back in december, I was home alone and my parents took my brother to the dentist they asked me If I wanted to come along but I insisted on staying home because I thought I'd stay at home and finish some chores

I marinated some chicken and went to take a small nap in my mother's room, it was maghrib (prayer time) and it was starting to get dark and cold so I turned the heater on and went to sleep, i slept for atleast 15 minutes or something before I woke up feeling uneasy I thought it was because of the heater so I turned it off and went to my room and unintentionally fell asleep there.

what happened next is something I still can’t fully comprehend. I remember feeling everything so vividly, yet I was still confused about whether I was actually awake or dreaming. Everything felt far too real to be a dream, to this day, I still can’t tell which parts were real and which were a dream.

I slept on my right side and I woke up to a weight besides me it was like someone was trying to get on top of me, it felt like that thing was glued to my side and I have experienced sleep paralysis before like a lot so I wasn't confused at first but then I realized I could move I moved my head and that's when that thing grabbed my hair from the behind and moved my head back into place, this was the first time something like this was happening to me and slowly the panic started settling in, at the same time that thing started talking to me aggressively and mocked me even though I couldn't understand what it said I knew it was mocking me, it spoke a mix of my language and some other language i do not know of. Even if I moved a single muscle on accident that thing would pull my hair and get even more closer to me and then it put it's face on the side of my neck and I could feel it's breath on my neck, it felt like it was trying to scare me into submission that I was totally under it's control

I lost bits of memory of that night but I do think that I tried reading duas that came to my mind but the way that thing was speaking messed my head up. At one point I started screaming for my brother and mother on the top of my lungs and I remember it saying "do you really think anyone's going to come for you, they won't ever come for you" something like that, and I genuinely did think that I was dying because my heart was beating out of my chest and I started reciting the shahadah

what happened after this was even more harrowing, it started asking me if I wanted to see its face and kept insisting that I turn around and see it's face and I nodded a small no and, now I know this might sound fake to some people but wallahi I have been through this living nightmare it asked me if it could put it's FUCKING leg on me wallahi I was praying for death at that moment and it became aggressive and I nodded yes, it slung it's leg on my leg and I caught a glimpse of it, it was like a dogs leg but weirdly long and hairy, my room was dark and there was only a single bulb lit in the hall outside so I could barely see it but I vividly remember the parts I saw, it took my hand and put it on it's leg and it felt like touching a rug, I wasnt even crying at this moment I was completely frozen waiting for my end

I think God decided to finally have mercy on me, my room is attached to the balcony, the balcony door is next to my bed, that thing started tweaking out, it quickly slithered to the floor and became a dog with human hands and started hitting the floor like it was getting tortured and finally escaped through the balcony door, now what I don't understand is I remember that the balcony door was locked so how the hell did that thing managed to open it is beyond me

After that happened I tried to move once again and I succeeded, I literally jumped from my bed, grabbed my phone and locked myself in the living rooms bathroom and called my mother crying hysterically, my heart was in my stomach and she told me to go sit in her room and turn the heater on because these things are scared of fire and heat and I did that, about 20 minutes later my mom came home and I told her everyhting in detail again, my brother went to check my bed and he told me there's a weird smell coming from the left corner of the bed, it smelled faintly of a man, at this point everyone in my house was shocked.

My parents took me to some Islamic scholars after all that happened but that's a whole other story, but thank god nothing happened after this incident, im still very conflicted about how real the whole experience was but nevertheless it traumatized me forever.

I had lived in Breezewood Pennsylvania when I was a child around like 7 years old roughly...

I had lived in an old farmhouse. There was a Church right across from it and the post office wasn't very far off up the road either. The old Breezewood school was literally in walking distance from my backyard to this place as well...

My stepfather Joe had this friend named "Harry". And he knew "Harry" from the VFW in Everett Pennsylvania. The man apparently would never drink beer or anything; he would just come in for a soda and conversation, or maybe the atmosphere. I believe he was either a Vietnam war vet or something... Because he would tell me occasional war stories. And I would just sit and listen...

And as a very hyper 7-year-old I often would sit and watch this man. He would make bullets and I'd occasionally build up the guts to actually ask him questions... Because he kind of scared me but I was just obsessed with his personality and character. Which he would semi-involuntarily answer certain questions that I would ask. He would just come over and sit there for hours on end in the evenings... Just making bullets and just listening to old country music. He was the most calmest but scariest man I have ever saw and had the privilege to listen to...

Well he did this for years and would just casually come by. And after a while I got used to it and I would just sneak in and sit down and talk to him... Or watch him. But one day he wasn't coming around anymore... And I asked my mother if he was coming back. She said to me he wasn't... And I was very confused what she meant by this. I asked her if he had gotten in trouble or something... She of course said no. But she wouldn't tell me anything else...

So one day it was around 5pm... And I was bored outside. So I looked in the driveway and seen my stepfather's car and thought that he was home so I was staying out of the house. He was an angry drunk that like to beat me a lot actually...

So instead I took and just opened the pocket door of the garage and went in. And as I enter the garage and walk down I see Harry standing there and he's just doing his normal thing listening to country music. Well I just sit down like I always did... And I asked him "how are you" and he just nodded at me and didn't say anything. That was normal by the way...

But then he looks at me and says "I ain't going to be around anymore... I'm moving on boy". And I assumed he meant he was moving. He then tells me "why don't you go play and let me be" and I thought he was grumpy so me being a 7-year-old boy... I did. What I found out later on made my blood run cold...

Some days later my mother come to me and told me that Harry passed away. That harry was found deceased in his bed at his home. And I said to my mother, "That's not true at all, I saw him the other day in the garage. He was working on them bullets like he always does" I then told her "he told me to go away and let him be"...

She then tells me that's not possible because they found him deceased around that time...

I still do miss that man. He was definitely a character, lol...

I’ve had my first experience recently that I can explain. I’ll start by saying, I never used to believe in ghosts. I was adamantly agnostic and I used to believe when you die there is nothing. As I’ve gotten older I’ve started to think there are things that we don’t know about the world. I’ve started to be more open to the concept.

My thing is if I see undeniable evidence, then I’ll believe it. Until recently there had been nothing that was convincing enough.

In the town where I live, we have quite a large crematorium. The grounds are shaped in a circle with the crematorium building in the middle of the circle, the entrance gate has one road that leads up to the building and surrounding this are loads of little paths with graves and there’s a pond there, so it’s good place to walk around. If you went to one side of the grounds and looked across you wouldn’t be able to see the other side due to wall plots and trees. Outside the grounds on one side is a golf course that curls round the back of the grounds, on the other are farmers fields. The crematorium itself is quite secluded, it’s down a residential road that people don’t have much cause to go down so if you go later on in the day, there’s a high chance that you won’t run into anybody else there.

So one evening, I was taking the dogs for a walk around the grounds, I’d already done one lap around and we were on our second lap. I was walking around the back of the crematorium building and in the distance near the back of the grounds I saw a person wearing all white with either a white hood or white hair, they were about 160 meters from me and they walked along some graves and then they were obscured by some bushes. The bushes where they walked flank a small covered path that leads to another part of the cemetery. I’d only seen the figure for a second or so before it walked off so I obviously think that could be a ghost so I start jogging up to the path so I can see what it really was. I half expected to see a surprised person wondering why I’m running, but when I get to the path there is nobody there. I follow the path to the end which is where the cemetery opens up and you can see more of it unobstructed, but there is still nobody there. There’s no way they could have seen me run up to them as the view from the path is obstructed by bushes and a wall and there is no way they could have disappeared so quickly.

So fast forward a couple of weeks and I’m back walking one evening, and I walk down the covered path, it’s windy on this way but the path is blocked by bushes and trees so you can feel the odd breeze, I get to the end of the path and near the end in a single spot, it’s freezing cold. Not as if a breeze is coming through but a stagnant cold as if you’d just walked into a fridge.

And that’s all I’ve got. I’ve been back since but not seen anything else. I’m not fully convinced as it is possible it was just another person but it’s so strange how they disappeared. As I say it’s the closest thing I’ve got to something that I just can’t find a decent explanation for.

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This incident happened on a cold winter night. I was alone in my room on the first floor, completely engrossed in a phone call with a Facebook friend. Even today, I vividly remember that whatever I saw was massive—though to this day, I have no idea what it actually was.

Here is exactly what happened that night.

I was casually talking to my friend, and we were so lost in our conversation that I didn't even realize when the clock ticked past midnight. I was sitting on a chair, and exactly to my right was the open door of my room. As I talked, my eyes would naturally drift back and forth between the space in front of me and the open doorway.

To understand what happened next, you need to know a bit about the layout of our house. We didn't have a direct staircase leading up to my floor. Instead, we had built a makeshift bridge out of wooden planks connecting our roof to our neighbor’s roof, and we used their stairs to get up and down. Whenever someone walked across those wooden planks, it produced a loud, distinct creaking noise. It was a sound so clear that anyone sitting inside my room could easily hear it.

The night crept on, and the time neared 2:00 AM. My friend and I were still on the phone. As I casually glanced toward the open door again, my blood ran cold. I saw something pass right in front of the doorway and move toward the makeshift bridge. A second later, I heard it—the unmistakable, heavy sound of footsteps crossing the wooden planks.

My immediate reaction was rational. I assumed it was just my dad wrapped in a heavy winter shawl, or perhaps my sister trying to pull a late-night prank to scare me. Without wasting a second, I bolted out of the room to catch them in the act.

I stepped out into the freezing night and looked around. I even crossed the wooden planks myself, scouring every corner and every shadow where my sister could possibly be hiding.

But there was no one. The roof was completely dead and empty.

Highly confused, I walked back into my room and sat down. It was only then, as I thought deeply about what had just happened, that my brain processed what my eyes had actually seen. Whatever had passed by my door wasn't human-sized. It was impossibly huge—so tall that, from my chair, I had only been able to see its torso. Worse still, it wasn't a solid physical body. It was blurry, shifting, and formless, looking more like a thick, dark fog than a person.

I tried to stay in the room, but a heavy, unsettling feeling washed over me. The atmosphere felt incredibly wrong. Panic completely took over, and in my fear, I immediately called my older brother, who was away doing a night shift at his company.

At first, he scolded me for calling him so late. But after hearing what had happened, he quickly gave me strict advice: "Don't stay up there. Go downstairs and sleep immediately."

I didn't hesitate. Keeping my brother on the phone so I wouldn't feel alone, I quickly locked the door, left the first floor behind, and hurried downstairs to safety.

Can someone please give me some more info on what to do? So at first I thought I was going crazy bc items would go missing and then be right where I thought they were after searching for a long time. Then one night after organizing I woke up to use the restroom and on the bathroom floor was something I had just put away. I talked to my friend about it bc I thought that was super weird. Then nothing more happened now just 20 minutes ago I woke up @1:30am and my shower was on and had been on bc my floor was very wet bc the curtain wasn’t closed fully and my cleaning apron that I had just hung up was on my bathroom counter. So now I’m forsure I’m not going crazy bc I know I didn’t turn shower on or put that in bathroom. I’ve been living here for about 4 months, I’m not sure what to do or if I should be worried. Anyone have any ideas or input on this? Similar experience, if so what did you do?

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In January 1897, a young 21-year-old woman named Zona Heaster Shue was found dead at the bottom of the stairs in her West Virginia home. Her husband, Edward Shue, was the first to find her. He frantically held her body, wrapped a large high-collared scarf around her neck, and refused to let anyone—including the town doctor—get close to her head.

The doctor briefly examined her from a distance and ruled her death as "natural causes" due to heart failure. Zona was buried, and the case was officially closed.

However, four weeks later, Zona’s mother, Mary Jane Heaster, went to the local prosecutor with a bizarre claim. She stated that Zona’s spirit had appeared at her bedside for four consecutive nights. According to Mary Jane, the entity revealed that her death wasn't natural. Zona claimed her husband had flown into a violent rage over dinner and brutally snapped her neck.

Skeptical but intrigued by the mother's unwavering detail, the prosecutor ordered an exhumation of the body for a proper autopsy.

The results shocked the entire town: Zona’s neck was indeed dislocated between the first and second vertebrae, her windpipe was crushed, and finger marks were bruised into her throat.

Edward Shue was immediately arrested. During the trial, the defense team tried to embarrass the mother by questioning her about the ghost, hoping the jury would think she was insane. But Mary Jane stood her ground, detailing the exact words of her daughter's spirit.

The jury took less than an hour to find Edward guilty of first-degree murder.

To this day, a historical marker stands in West Virginia reading: \*"The only known case in which testimony from a ghost helped convict a murderer."\*

I’m 19 and have never seen, or dealt with a “spirit”. It’s a sort of contradictory belief because I am religious, however my mom has heard things in our condo, and my dad has too. It’s weird because I’m never home when it happens.
My mom believes in the paranormal because she grew up in an extremely haunted house that was very old in Louisiana, seen stuff fly off shelves. Said that she’ll hear my bedroom, or bathroom door like I usually would when I’m home from work or after seeing my bf, but I’d still be out. Sometimes cabinets. My dad has said the same thing and has woke up at like 1:30 in the morning and saw a little girl walk behind our island, probably 4’8 or something. That one is sorta hard to believe because this condo was built in 1995, and I’ve never seen or heard anything myself since moving here and that’s been 3 years now.
Well I was taking a shower about 5 nights ago and my dad left an hour prior to go do his night shift, and my mom was in her bedroom on the opposite side of the house watching TV. Someone or something had knocked on my door pretty solid 3 times and I had asked “yes?” Probably twice with no response. I thought it was my mom cus sometimes she’ll come in there to talk to me, and I’m used to that. But the door didn’t budge and I got out 2 minutes later, asked my mom why she knocked on my door and didn’t say anything, she said she’s been blowdrying her hair, and hasn’t even been down my mini hallway.
Maybe it’s cus I was asking for so long why I’ve never experienced something like this when it seems like everybody else has lol. Payback

This story that I'm about to tell you happened in clearville pennsylvania. I must have been around 11 years old I'm going to say and I recall the time being around 11:30 pm. It was at my great aunt and great uncle's house...

And I don't really know what it was I saw. I know what it looked like as I made eye contact with whatever this was. I know how it presented itself to me. I remember how confused I was when I saw it. I also know the sheer confusion and fear that come across to me...

So it was a average normal night at my great aunt and great uncles place. We got done with dinner about 6:30pm and we were just sitting around at the dinner table talking. My uncle was reading the paper. My aunt was eating a grape fruit with some sugar and a big spoon as she was telling me about how it was going to help her lose weight. And that she could go chase them younger men down and they won't escape... Creepy I know. Anyhow, my great uncle tells me that I should go downstairs and check the wood stove for him... He asked me to throw in another couple logs so it would keep the heat in the house. So naturally I listen to him because he was my elder and I respected him...

Well I always hated the steps in this place. I made it down to the first landing. Because the steps were divided in two sections with a middle flat landing. I get to the landing and I'm about to book it down to the base of the last steps. But before I could get there something got my attention...

So where are the bathroom and laundry room was located in their house. Was literally right near where my great uncle would sit down in his chair and take a nap... Or he could just lean right over and put a piece of wood in the wood stove if he wanted. But I noticed something glowing from the laundry room. I assume one of them left a lamp on in there? I just assumed it was a random light? Maybe my sister left the flashlight on?

Well, it was no flashlight and it wasn't no random lamp...

Out walks a wee little ghostly white glowing man. He had a top hat and a cane... That he actually twirled to where it went up under his arm. So as I'm standing here roughly maybe four to five steps away from hitting the baseling to go check the wood. I am staring at this short little man that is glowing white and he is just looking at me...

So in the process of trying to figure out what it is that I am looking at. He literally takes tips his hat towards me and then just turns around and walks right back in to the laundry room. But before he gets into the laundry room he turns and winks at me...

Meanwhile I'm in complete shock and awe and not sure what the heck it was that I saw. So I manage to gain my thought process back and I did turn the light on and check the wood stove. But then I ran back up to where my great uncle was sitting. And he says to me where have you been... You been down there for 15 minutes. I then said I saw something I don't know what it was... He looks at me and says "what was that"?

I didn't go to explain to him what I had saw...

He then looks at me with a confused look...

And says to me, "are you feeling all right boy"?

I didn't hear him say, "do you need a head shrink"?

Meanwhile I am seriously freaked out because that is where I sleep. Needless to say that night I slept upstairs and my great aunt and great uncles room and a sleeping bag on the floor. There was no way I was going to sleep down there that night...

Not looking for horror stories or made-up stuff.

I’m talking about something that actually happened to you — an encounter, a place, a moment, anything that still bothers you when you think about it.

What happened?

i have intrusive thoughts but they’re not so much intrusive when it’s in the back of my head constantly. it’s completely opposite of the person i am, but i have intrusive thoughts about hurting people i love and know are completely innocent and mean no harm. i have all other kinds of horrible thoughts that aren’t mine and it’s mentally tormenting. i also suffer with issues of thinking my thoughts are being broadcasted & delusions of something watching me.

anyways i had a really bad day with these thoughts today and i don’t want to assume, but the specific person these thoughts were about was having a really rough day after i’d been having these thoughts and im wondering if im energetically sending them to him somehow. because when i have these thoughts i imagine them going to him or like im “thinking them to him”. i know energy can’t be created nor destroyed, and these thoughts are some kind of energy, so i feel as if im sending him hurtful energy. whatever i could just be delusional but it’s mentally tormenting.

i fell asleep on the floor and had this dream, woke up at 11:49 pm.

i had a nightmare that there was this toy in a box that was in my room it was like a lps toy and it had some numbers randomly on the box. like 11, 2002, i think 49 but it was a double digit one, etc. and i kept looking at the box it and id turn it and the little animal toy thing would fall over and i keot doing it over and over. and then i see my sister, shes been hiding her face and quiet. i turn her around and she was sunburn from tanning i think, but her right eye is extremely bruised, and theres scratchings on her face her face is torn up and on each cheek theres numbers written on them. and i look at the nimbers and look at the box and automatically put 2 and 2 together that it has correlation to that toy. whatever hurt her has correlation to that toy. and so i get mad and i take the toy out the box i think and say were gonna burn it immediantly. and then these 2 rabdom older people show up a man and a woman and theyre helping me get the stuff to put it in a bag and burn it. (all of a sudden theres more pieces) but we had to get anything it touched. and while thats happening im holding onto the toy but its a trickster so its trying to get out of my hands and etc but im swueezing it with all ive got to hurt it. and the mans getting frustrated because im not outting the items in the bag his way but im also holding onto the toy to make sure it doesnt dissapear but they dont know it can move and its a trickster toy. whule theyre taking forever to put the stuff in the bag its not that much stuff but fir some reason in the dream they were moving so slow and more things had to go in the bag versys just the box and the toy, i was talking to the man about subconscious and conscious mind. idk what i was saying and finally the lady is done or she checks on me with the toy and i wake up. it was a lot scarier than it seems typed out but it was a demonic dream.

the scratches and burns and bruises on my sisters face, the carved numbers especially 11:11 which i thought was related to manifesting. it was just really scary.

when i have these mentally tormenting days (everyday but some worse than others) ill get extremely angry and i have the urge to get careless about everything and violent but i do not and i know better because i dont want to hurt anyone.

and the weirdest part of it all is this is completely against my true nature. naturally im very sensitive and empathetic, and its not really by choice at all. i think my nervous system is just sensitive because i can pick up on the feelings of others not just cognitively but physically and emotionally without trying or wanting to.

im scared im being possessed or attacked or something. does anyone know what the dream could mean and why i am experiencing this.

i also have a history of ouija board usage if that helps any

ps: please dont comment anything about therapy. ive seen 2 different ones over the past 2 years and was just judged and dismissed rather than helped.

Hello y'all, I just got back from a road trip from Melbourne to Adelaide, but I had a really creepy encounter.
Context: I am 14 years old and travelled with my two parents and one grandparent.
It started with the car's boot not closing, which seemed like a normal thing. But the weird part is that it was an easy fix; my dad somehow did it, ruled it out, but then tried it again in a last attempt and it worked. We were stuck for an hour before being able to start. When we reached Beaufort about two hours later, we had a puncture in the left rear wheel. Well, Dad got it fixed by a mechanic in about an hour or so.
Soon we went on, and everything was normal until nightfall. We stopped at a gas station outside Nhill. I was standing outside the toilets just watching the road trains go by when I heard a 'crick'. I went to explore, thinking maybe it was a cat, a dog, or a dingo. It wasn't. I felt something watching me as I went into the dark. It felt like whatever lured me out there had come up behind me. I turned around swiftly to see no one, but I looked forward, and along the tree line of the plains was the silhouette of someone. They were muscular, but not in a good way like the Greeks—someone who was built full-on like a serial killer. I didn't know if the creature I saw was holding something, but it felt like it. That was the first creature I encountered.
When we drove on, there was a crash on the Wimmera Highway where a truck had crashed and the driver sadly passed away. We detoured through Edenhope into Naracoorte. We stopped at a fuel station in Naracoorte, just a 24-hour card-payment pump in a darkly lit side patch. When I stepped out, once again, a tall, long, skinny figure with a white face and a long nose was standing there. I believe in this stuff, so I remembered the rule Gramps told me: Don't fear it, don't acknowledge it, just act like it doesn't exist because it feeds off you. Just because it is 2 AM, I'm gonna type like a caveman.
So we reached Murray Bridge and I was looking out my window. I could see a woman all in white just standing motionless in the swampy part of the river. She was just waving her hands, but she had her hair in front of her face and didn't look like she was in distress. I asked my dad to look over, and well, he didn't see anything. That's about it. Let me know what I experienced.