r/Haunted

Hi everyone,

We’re The Blind Hunt, a new paranormal investigation podcast being built here in Utah.

Our concept is simple: we visit supposedly haunted or historic locations with proper permission, but we go in completely blind. No reading the stories beforehand, no researching reported activity, and no priming ourselves with what we’re “supposed” to find.

We investigate first, document what we experience, then research the location afterward and compare our findings to the history, local stories, and past reports.

We’re still early in the process and currently looking for locations, methods, and community input before we start filming.

A few things we care about:

• Permission only, no trespassing
• Respect for the location and its history
• Small-team investigations
• No fake scares or overhyped reactions
• Being honest about what we can explain and what we can’t
• Letting viewers help question, test, and review what we capture

We’d love your input:

What would make you trust a paranormal investigation show more?
What methods or controls would you want us to use?
Are there Utah locations you think we should try to contact?
Would you rather see raw investigation footage, edited episodes, or both?

Also, if you own, manage, work with, or know someone connected to a reportedly haunted location that may be open to a respectful private investigation, please comment, DM us**.**

We’re building this with the audience from the beginning, so your feedback and location leads really do help shape the show.

I was watching a video about her or tt and the comments had one of her uncensored pics and I looked at her eyes for a few seconds, then I apologized at her in the replies because I saw other people doing it so I thought it would help. But I'm not sure. It's almost 3 AM here and I'm trying to get some sleep but I'm scared AF. I don't want those "oh it's not real" replies because that is not gonna calm me down trust me. I need a soultion ASAP. thank you

It is currently 12:08 am on 7/5/26. I live in a home that was built in 1900. The previous tenants told me that there was an “old man” ghost upstairs… and kids downstairs. I’ve not witnessed the “old man” but in the last few months my daughter and I have noticed two girls.. one older teenager one younger. I never told her about what I saw but instead I wrote it in my notes app on my phone because I didn’t want to scare her. She has no access to my phone.. I was out of the house when she messaged me for the first time late May early June and said that there were two girl ghosts standing in her door way. She gave me the descriptions of what she saw… it matched my notes app description…. We don’t feel threatened it just makes us both jumpy. How would I know the ghosts intentions. They only show up at certain times and seem to watch us.

When I was fifteen, my grandpa died of cancer.
For my entire childhood, I thought he was one of the greatest people I’d ever known. He was my grandpa. My safe place.
Then, near the end of his life, I learned things about him that completely shattered that image. Things he’d done to people that never should have happened. It was like mourning someone twice. First, the man I thought he was. Then the man he actually turned out to be.
Not long after he died, our house changed.
He’d never lived with us. In fact, he wasn’t even at our house very often. But after his funeral, it felt like something had moved in.
The only way I know how to describe it is that the air felt… wrong.
Every room felt heavy. I constantly had the sensation that someone was standing just behind me. I’d walk down the hallway and suddenly feel like I needed to turn around because I was so certain someone was there.
I never actually saw anything.
Honestly, I begged God not to let me.
Every night I’d pray the same prayer: “Please don’t let anything show itself to me. Please don’t let me see whatever this is.”
I wasn’t asking for proof that ghosts existed.
I was asking not to become someone who had proof.
I never told anyone how scared I was because I assumed it was just me. Maybe I was grieving. Maybe my imagination was getting the best of me.
Years later, after we’d both grown up, my brother brought up that house.
He asked me if I’d ever felt like something was there.
I remember just staring at him.
He said he always felt like he was being watched too.
Then he told me something he’d never mentioned before.
One day he was home alone. We had several old glass Coca-Cola bottles sitting on a shelf as decorations. According to him, they suddenly flew off the shelf. Not slid. Not tipped over.
Flew.
They landed several feet away and shattered across the room.
No one else was home.
He never told me at the time because he didn’t want to scare me.
Instead, we both spent years thinking we were the only one who felt something was wrong in that house.
Eventually, we moved away.
The strange feeling disappeared almost immediately.
Whatever had made that house feel so heavy never came with us.
I’ve spent years trying to explain it.
Maybe learning the truth about my grandfather changed how I saw everything around me. Maybe grief and fear can settle into the walls of a house.
Or maybe there really was something there.
I don’t know if it was my grandfather.
Honestly, sometimes I wonder if it wasn’t him at all.
Whatever we felt…
It stayed behind when we left.

Since hubby had taken my girls (dogs) out of town to avoid the fireworks, I decided to go watch them at the cemetery.

Before leaving, I said hello to any potentials and asked if they'd like to accompany me. And while i didn't get a response to my question, I did get a direct response to my greeting.

As always, I stitched together the original and enhancements with text.

When I was like 16-17 I worked at a moving company. One day someone returned a truck and as I was cleaning it out and getting it ready to go out again I found an urn,not a fancy one, the plastic box you get in the beginning if you can’t afford something fancy. I put it in my bosses office. My boss informed me if someone didn’t come pick him up by the end of the day to “take care of it”.they never showed up so on my way home I drove down a dark road with a small bridge going over a creek and-respectfully- tossed it out the window. Flash forward i am now 30 with a kid. .and seeing shadow figures all around my house

growing up religious in the southern US you hear a lot of ghost stories if you believe or not well I did I always believed mainly because of the things this post is about. when I was little at night I would see figures in the hallways like many people so I just thought I was seeing things that weren't there until I saw them a bit closer, one early morning I woke up after sleeping on the couch when my eyes opened the first thing I saw was a similar figure squatting over me on the backrest of the couch. most people say that it was sleep paralysis but I moved my arms and sat up only after I sat up was when that thing went back into the shadows. later that day I told my older brother about the situation and he tried to confirm what it looked like, him ( did it have eyes ) me ( no... but I could feel it looking at me ) him ( did it look like a mannequin kind of ) me ( yeah kind of ) he continued to ask about it's appearance before he told me ( when I was around five or six I was sleeping in mom and dads room I woke and saw like three of those things on the ceiling looking at me with those hollow mannequin eye sockets I sat up and ran to the bathroom while I was running I saw them moving not into the shadows but over mom and dad then I threw up and I haven't seen them since then ) those are the only stories I've heard about those figures but there a few more stories I've heard or experienced such as once I was sitting in the living room watching a movie with my mom and there is this camera with a speaker and sometimes my dad uses it to tell us things but the speaker is pretty bad on average is slightly screechy but at worst it's a glitchy mumble so when me and my mom heard a screechy mumble we didn't think much of it so I went in there room and asked him about it he was confused because he hadn't used it we thought that it was weird but still not much until a few months later same situation me my mom in the living room when we heard a similar sound but this time it sounded like someone talking like my dad but just a bit off it gave me a slightly uncanny feeling and when I asked him again he said he had not used the camera. another one someone told one time while me and my other older brother where talking about our house being haunted and he told me his door was cracked open one time just enough to see the painting in the hallway that led to his room and at one point he looked through the crack and saw in the refection our relative like they where standing in the hallway so he went out and into the living room where the relative was sitting watching tv when asked they hadn't even gotten up. I have a few more little story's but that's enough for today, if anybody knows what some of these things where and if you know how to get rid of them that would be great anyways goodbye for now.

so basically what happened was i have my two friends over and i live in this gated community in riyadh saudi arabia i’ve lived here my whole life i’ve seen the weirdest of the weirdest but this genuinely terrified me theres this place that’s full of sand we saw a dead pigeon but it was all cramped up eyes open there was no smell and no blood it looked like it was placed intentionally and then we went to the other side the first thing i noticed was a statue that looked like an owl i immediately thought of bohemian grove and ran out of there and then we sat on a sidewalk close to the sand area and suddenly there was this thing staring at us from under the car it wasn’t an animal i think it was a man all i know is that it was very skinny and long and it’s like you could see his features but at the same time couldn’t it kept whipping his head a cat we were trying to get the attention of suddenly just stopped and looked our direction i immediately got the worst gut feeling i started sprinting like genuinely and my two friends they ran a bit at first but i was like running as fast as i could and they finally caught up to me and one of my friends saw something in the dark running very fast nonetheless we sprinted back to my house now i am just starting out to be spiritual so i don’t know what exactly that was like was it a man or was this supernatural