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There is something troubling, my dad isn’t the best person, he has done bad things in the past (wrongdoings to people), and at this point we think that someone has done some sort of black magic or something on him. For context: My father would at least have some sort of relationship with us, but ever since we moved to the current country we reside in (he has been working here before we were born) he doesn’t want to engage with conversations with us or do anything with us, or his wife/ our mum. His drinking has gotten increasingly bad, to the point we had to call the ambulance twice because we were so worried for him and he kept saying he wants to end himself, when we have asked him why, is there something wrong he always says no he can’t tell us. Btw he is never suicidal when he is sober. In our previous apartment we used to live in there was 100% some sort of entity, utensils would move (we could hear it cause it was a small apartment) and there was some sort of shadow which would follow whenever he had this drunk episodes. When we left there it got better, he was sober except for the occasional drinking in his day off for 6 months, I would also like to add that our old neighbour had sent us audio recordings of heavy stomping in our flat once we left which freaked him out. Now after 6 months his been getting worse, he will drink completely dry, no water, and will take off for 3 weeks sometimes for a month, this only happens whenever he receives or has a good amount of money btw, and my mum suspects someone has done some sort of witchcraft or vodoo on him since he has cheated some people off money, she believes this because he won’t stop drinking until his bank is fully dry, the shadow has also returned, no noises though, just a shadow. And whenever he starts drinking our passage light bulb always dims, and once he recovers it magically brightens. When he is drunk it’s scary he legit starts laughing like straight out of a movie where the villain is laughing at something to him cry ing so loudly. He also curses at us and it’s almost like whatever this is it wants him to be 1. Broke and 2. For us to leave him, my mum is a very spiritual Catholic, she prays everyday, and I honestly believe that if it wasn’t for her things would have gone for the worse. We also have two cats who always get freaked out around him when he is drunk senseless, and are always guarded at night and will also frequently guard him. So my question is, the light bulb thing is too much of a coincidence, has happened to many times to be a coincidence, so is it his negative energy causing this or has something happened?

He also refuses to go rehab unfortunately, and medical professionals can’t do anything without his consent

This story was told to me by my uncle, who used to perform postmortems at a hospital. The incident supposedly happened around 15 years ago. My uncle is 55 now, and he had already been doing this work for quite some time when this happened.

He told me that he was used to working with dead bodies and normally wasn't scared by them. That day, however, something felt completely different.

There were three people involved: my uncle, a junior assistant, and a senior assistant.A man's body, probably around 25–30 years old, was brought in for a postmortem.According to my uncle, the moment they saw the body, all three of them felt extremely uneasy.The body looked strange. My uncle said it looked almost completely drained of blood. The skin had turned bluish, while the hands and feet were extremely dark, almost as if they had been burned.

His junior assistant immediately said that he felt very uncomfortable and that something about the body didn't feel right.The junior assistant was someone who strongly believed in ghosts and supernatural things. He used to say that if God exists, then the Devil must exist too.He eventually told them that he couldn't stay in the room and went outside.My uncle was left with the senior assistant.Even the senior assistant, who normally wasn't frightened by this kind of work, admitted that he had never felt anything like this before.

He tried grabbing the body's legs, but immediately pulled his hands away.My uncle asked him what happened.

The senior assistant said that when he grabbed the body's leg, he felt as if someone had grabbed his leg at the same time.My uncle told him that maybe he was imagining things or letting his fear get to him.The senior assistant said he couldn't continue and wanted to leave.My uncle asked him to stay nearby because he didn't want to be alone, even if the senior assistant didn't want to participate.So the senior assistant stayed in the room.My uncle then touched the body's hair.

At first, he didn't feel anything.But after a few moments, he said he started feeling as if someone was touching his hair.Then they noticed something even stranger.The body's eyes kept opening.They would close them, but after some time, the eyes would open again.Both of them were becoming increasingly frightened.Suddenly, the lights went out.The senior assistant started shouting.My uncle was trying to find the light switch by feeling along the wall while the senior assistant kept yelling that someone was grabbing his leg.

Then, suddenly, the lights came back on.And the body was gone.It wasn't on the table anymore.

They immediately checked the area where bodies were normally stored, thinking perhaps someone had moved it.There was nothing there.They left the room and went toward the main hospital building. It was roughly 100 meters away, with a dark path between the two buildings.When they reached the hospital, they found the junior assistant sitting there with an oxygen mask on. A nurse was with him.

They asked the nurse what had happened.She said he had suddenly started having trouble breathing.

My uncle and the senior assistant assumed that he was still frightened by what had happened earlier.

My uncle told him, somewhat jokingly, that if he had seen everything they had just seen, he probably would have been even more terrified.But the junior assistant looked at them and said:

“I saw it too.”

He explained that while he was walking toward the hospital, the same dead body had suddenly appeared directly in front of him.Then it disappeared.

My uncle immediately asked where the body had gone.But there was no sign of it anywhere.Eventually, everyone went home.At the time, my uncle lived alone.That night, he had a disturbing dream.In the dream, the same man was standing over him and hammering a nail into his head.My uncle woke up and realized that he had a severe headache.

What frightened him was that the pain seemed to be in exactly the same place where the man had been striking him in the dream.The next day, my uncle went back to the hospital.That's when he learned that the junior assistant had died the previous night.

According to his family, he had been sleeping when he suddenly started screaming. A short time later, he died.

After that incident, my uncle and the senior assistant both resigned from the job that same day.I don't know whether this story is true.I'm not claiming that what happened was paranormal, and I can't verify everything my uncle told me. I'm simply repeating the story exactly as it was told to me.

I post stories like this regularly because I ask my uncle, friends, relatives, and sometimes random people if they have any strange experiences to share. Some people assume that I use AI to make up my stories, but that's not the case. Every story I post comes from someone who told it to me.

Whether my uncle experienced something genuinely unexplained or simply remembered an extremely frightening incident differently after all these years, I honestly don't know.

What do you think happened?

Hi guys! Coming here to see if i find similar stories and or what it could be.

This morning around 3/4am I’m not entirely sure. I was woken up by knocks at my bedroom door, my parents room is right next door & it isn’t in their habit to knock they would usually just come or in my case, I can tell their knocks apart bc it’s a certain pattern.

I woke up to hearing 4 very clear knocks on my door and assumed that it was my dad so I turned around and fell back to sleep but i genuinely had a hard time falling back asleep. A while later when I wake up officially for work, I ask my sister hey did you hear that? She tells me yes she also heard but that she actually woke up and sat up in bed asking who it was to no answer so she eventually fell back asleep as well. So now I’ve confirmed I wasn’t the only one who heard it.

We go tell my mom as she is also awake and she tells us around that time she was awake using the restroom and she didnt hear anything at all. She even said maybe it could have been my dad, when using the shower banging his razor on the wall. But that sound is super distinct like I can tell the difference between that and knock.

Any ideas? Any similar experiences? This isn’t the first time it’s happened to me or I’ve been woken up like this. But it is the first time my sister also hears it. We are a religious family, we have rosary’s and crosses all over my home. I always wear a rosary as well and as well as a pendant of mother Mary. I wouldn’t know at this point! Help lol!

My house is haunted. I have stories about it posted ....

For some strange reason when I get high (weed) I have like two type of hearing? Best way I can explain it is i can hear the person in front of me, and then further away, I can hear people talking on a different key?

I've read previously that some people say if you are already in tune with that realm, being intoxicated can make the connection stronger? Is this a thing? Or am I only paying attention to that sense ?

Has anyone ever experienced this?

So I was once of the belief of the paranormal but about 10 years has passed since then. I never had experience with them even though I did the exact things people always told me not to do, to provoke spirits. Mainly because I am still of the confident belief it’s not real. But last weekend I spent some time with a friend group that is very into the paranormal + other spiritual things like goddesses etc. and one of them is a very rational person so honestly it kind of seriously made me question a lot. I was also told that I seem to be a “void” whatever that means and essentially cannot interact with spirits / the paranormal. I have always had a good grasp on energies / aura, like when a room seems off or a person seems negative. I’m mainly here to ask, if there is any easy way that isn’t dangerous to open my eye to whatever it is they supposedly see. So many people will tell me I don’t want this, but that’s not why I’m here. I’d rather have someone tell me a safer way to figure things out than for me to go down a dark rabbit hole and find out the hard way.

(Also I live on civil war grounds so if there is anywhere that “should” be haunted it would be my city)

This is what happened to my mum when we were on holiday. Must’ve been about 12 years ago we were on holiday in Cornwall which is a county in the south-west of England and Cornwall is known to have a lot of myths and legends mostly around pirates and pirate culture because that’s where the Grog drinking skallywag pirates originated from and that’s where the Hollywood pirate accent comes from. And also that’s where the “Cornish pixies” which are mentioned in Harry Potter come from.

Anyway, we were on holiday somewhere in Cornwall and we went into this quaint little town and it had cobbled little streets about 7 feet wide with cobbled houses each side of the street way. If you can imagine Medieval cobbled houses or the white houses with black beams and thatched roofs, that’s basically what it looks like. And while we were walking through one of these streets, my mum looked up at this cobbled house, its windows were yellow and foggy and just pretty grim. Anyway, as she was looking at this window, she saw an old woman who is wearing what look like a white nightgown with long grey hair. She must’ve been in her 80s or something because she had a lot of wrinkles and she was just staring at my mum and my mum found it terrifying she felt a pit in her stomach that wouldn’t go away.

Although she was scared, she didn’t tell my dad or me and my sister because she didn’t want to scare us. But opposite this weird cobbled house there was a very small antique type shop and my mum loves these sort of things so she went in and just had a look around and she ended up talking to the owner of this little antique shop which was I think a woman in her 60s. And my mum said something like “ is that woman in the house opposite okay? Because she looked quite angry and she was just staring down at me”

And the woman who owned this antique shop looked at my mum confused. She said “ that house is derelict. No one lives there”. And my mum‘s heart fell into her stomach.

It’s not like this could’ve been a homeless person because this was a tiny town, definitely not a place where homeless people would go because there’s literally nothing there. Also keeping in mind that this was like a frail elderly woman, the entrances to this building were completely boarded off so any luck of breaking into this direct building would’ve been hard for a normal adult let alone a frail old lady.

My mum has always been very spiritually open, but this experience genuinely terrified her.

Unfortunately, this was back when we didn’t have a lot of money and didn’t have a family computer or anything that we could research on and we can’t remember the name of the town. I genuinely would’ve loved to look into it as I have the same spiritual openness so she does.

Definitely weird and spooky. My mum has a lot of spiritual experiences that she can’t explain. So I’ll probably write more about her experiences soon.

I’ve been trying to make sense of something that happened earlier this year, and I’m curious what people here make of it.

My cousin and I were very close, but lived a few hours away from each other. In late March, I went to visit her at her house. Her bf smokes really good 🌱, and she’s relatively new to smoking. She had been using gummies instead lately. One night her bf offered me some 🌱, and I took one hit from the bong. I don’t normally have experiences like what happened next, and I’ve thought about it a lot since.

After 1 hit, i immediately felt weird, clammy, and nauseated. I opened my journal app and wrote a few notes, started feeling even weirder and I couldn’t speak. I typed “help” on my phone and my cousin saw it and got me to the bathroom. I threw up and kind of blacked out and couldn’t move my body very well, it felt really heavy and kinda hard to breathe like it wasn’t automatic anymore. I told my cousin I feel like i’m dying. This is weird but as I was throwing up, it was like the toilet bowl was a whirlpool portal and sucked me in, and it was like a cave and there was an older woman kinda leading me, and it was like i was being initiated or baptized. I think it literally only lasted like 2 seconds and then i was back in my body in the bathroom. my cousin and her bf took care of me and i went upstairs and went to bed. I told my cousin about it the next morning. i felt awful and kinda kept to myself and slept the rest of the weekend before i left to go home.

At the time, I could explain it as an unusually intense reaction, but what makes it harder for me to put away is what happened afterward.

Within the following weeks, my cousin began behaving very differently. She became increasingly manic and eventually psychotic. She didn’t sleep for a few days and I woke up to 100+ messages from her, just a stream of consciousness and it sounded like she was someone else. She lived with her bf and I basically rallied her friends and our family to get her some help. She was having hallucinations and developed beliefs involving spiritual figures invading her nervous system, and a larger mission from the goddess Artemis to save the world, as well as delusions involving me. Her condition became serious enough that she was hospitalized for a week in April. She said the hospital experience was really traumatizing, but it seemed like she improved for a period afterward, and i was able to talk to her like she was almost like herself again. I know she’d been under a lot of stress and life changes, but i’d never seen her like that before and she said she’d never felt suicidal. She started withdrawing, seeming more negative and depressed over text, and started having delusions again. It got to where we couldn’t have conversations again. I had to take a step back for my own mental health.

She died by suicide in late May on her first day alone after people had been staying with her. It was also exactly two months after the weird night I had at her house.

I understand that mania and psychosis have medical and psychiatric explanations, and I’m not suggesting that a paranormal event caused her illness or her death. Grief also makes the mind search for connections, so I’m trying to be careful about that. But having my own extremely strange experience in her house shortly before everything began has stayed with me. The sequence of events feels eerie in retrospect, especially because none of us had ever seen this side of her before. And I’m devastated that I’ve lost my best friend.

I’m interested in hearing from people who have experienced something unusual around a person shortly before that person underwent a major psychological change or died. How did you understand it afterward?

i don’t wanna hear negative comments abt the bf, you have no idea how much we ran in circles, spending all our time and energy trying to take care of her before she died.

when I was about 10-11, my family lived in rural TN. we lived in a bunch of trees and you had to drive a couple minutes to the next neighbor. we were in kind of a dark tree canopy and it was pitch black out (on our way home from football practice). in this canopy, all of a sudden 2 dogs came out from the trees, exact copies of dogs we had at home, same size, same breed, same color, just really dirty. I forgot to mention that it was me, my mom, and my sister, my dad was at home. anyway, we thought our dogs had somehow escaped, despite our distance from home, so we called our dad in a panic while trying to get the dogs in the car to get them home. our real dogs (Duke and Lacey) were home safe in their kennels. I was panicking and crying and screaming at my mom and sister to get back in the car since I thought they were skinwalkers. They were the exact same looking, same breed (labrador and Great Pyrenees) same color (silver and white) and both the same size, they ran back into the trees. so I’m asking: what are they?

EDIT: I thought I’d clear some things up

1. we do not kennel our dogs often, and they are kennel trained, we don’t want them outside at night in pitch blackness

2.we were close to the “dogs” we got up and walked toward them

3. we do not live in trees, we live in a house

4. I have heard of ghost stories about mimics or skinwalkers and now paranoid

5. if you have anymore context /questions ask in comments, I will try to answer

Okay just wanna say I I'm terrible at sharing things properly this is my best but this did actually happen and I would really like your thoughts on this.

some human thoughts on this would be nice particularly the second point about the Demon staring at me.

I think I saw a demon — twice. I can’t explain it.

I don’t really post stuff like this, but I need to hear what other people think.

Last year I was in a rough place, dealing with depression and anxiety. One night I took some Kalms (the herbal anxiety tablets) and also had been drinking alcohol. I went to bed and had what I can only describe as a terrifying dream — except it felt real.

In the dream, my friend knocked my door and barged in without asking the whole thing twisted into something else. I could feel a presence in the room — something dark. I’m sure it was a demon. It perched on top of my head and made this grotesque face at me. The lighting in the room and even the time of day seemed to shift while it was happening. I honestly thought I was losing my mind.

Now, the logical part of me knows mixing Kalms and alcohol can cause hallucinations or weird sleep experiences. But something about it didn’t sit right. It felt too real, too intelligent.

A few months later, it happened again — but this time I hadn’t taken anything. I just had a normal sleep, and when I woke up, something was there. I can’t even describe the shock of seeing it. Half-asleep, half-awake, I looked right at this thing that was staring back at me. It didn’t move, almost like it wanted me to see it. I watched it for maybe a full minute before I jumped up and tried to swat it away — and it disappeared instantly. The thing was really skinny its eyes were locked on me like a hawk and I have no idea how long it was there or if it was waiting for me to wake up. I just got an overwhelming sense that what I was looking at was evil and a demon.

I’ve thought about it ever since. I’m not afraid anymore, but that moment convinced me this world definitely has a creator — that Jesus and God are real, because something evil showed itself to me in such a way but maybe I'm just absolutely mental or could have been a hallucination again although It still doesnt feel that way to me thinking back still does give me some shivers of the possibility it was actually a demon.

I know what I saw, but I also know the human brain can do strange things. Still, it felt like more than a hallucination.

So… what do you all think I experienced? Has anyone else gone through something similar?

For context, I did use AI to rewrite my story, I think it helps me flesh out some details and just makes it more interesting. I can post my original writings about it if you want, but everything in this story is true to the best of my memories. I do plan on drawing what I saw, its pretty much stuck in my memory and i remember my parents house like the back of my hand. I will sketch it out soon and update this. Also just some more details i forgot, this happened in Nash County NC. I had several other encounters which I will document soon as well. Ask any questions you like, thanks all.

Above the Tree Line

I was twenty-one or twenty-two when it happened. Even now, at fifty-one, I cannot remember the exact year, or why I had moved back into my parents’ house for a while. Certain parts of that time have faded into the general haze of early adulthood. Jobs, relationships, the restless uncertainty of being young—they have all blurred together.

But I remember that night.

I was sitting in my bedroom with my friend Jeremy, whom we called Germ. We were waiting for our friend Adam to arrive. The plan was nothing unusual. Adam was bringing some forty-ounce beers, and we were going to spend the night drinking and hanging out, as we often did back then. We were young Gen Xers with nowhere particular to be the next morning.

It was already after midnight. I remember that because my parents had gone to bed. Friends arriving at that hour was not unusual at our house, however, and I was not concerned about waking anyone.

My parents lived in a double-wide in the country. A long wooden porch ran across the front of the house, something my mother had built herself. She was good at that sort of thing. The driveway was gravel and curved around the house in a horseshoe. At night, you could always hear a car coming. The tires grinding over the stones would announce someone well before they reached the door.

That night, Adam’s car sounded louder than usual.

I noticed it, but only vaguely. There was nothing alarming about it at first. Germ and I heard the car pull in and continued waiting for Adam to come inside.

A moment later, he burst into my bedroom.

He looked shaken.

“Dude,” he said, “a UFO almost landed on my car.”

I laughed.

I thought he was messing with me. My friends knew I had seen strange things in the sky before, things I considered UFOs, and I assumed Adam was using that knowledge to give me a hard time.

But he did not laugh.

He was completely serious. Something had passed very close over his car as he drove toward the house, and he wanted us to come outside with him.

The three of us stepped onto the porch.

When I say it was dark, I do not mean suburban darkness. I mean country darkness. There were no streetlights. There were no nearby businesses or glowing parking lots. The few houses along the road were separated by wide stretches of land. Once the lights inside the house were behind you, the night seemed to become a physical thing.

The woods began perhaps three hundred feet behind the house. I cannot swear to the distance. Memory rearranges measurements over time. I only know that I could have walked from the porch to the tree line in less than a minute.

The woods stretched in both directions, forming a black wall against the sky.

Adam began describing what he had seen, but I was barely listening. I was searching the darkness above the trees.

Then I saw it.

It was off to the left, roughly three houses down. That was a considerable distance where we lived, because the houses were spread far apart.

At first, I thought it was a helicopter.

That was the only familiar object my mind could attach to it. It appeared to be hovering near the tree line, and from that distance its shape was difficult to understand.

“It’s just a helicopter,” I said.

Then it turned.

The moment it changed direction, the explanation fell apart.

It was not a helicopter.

I could see it clearly now. The main body was long and cigar-shaped. Around it were four glowing orbs, positioned as though they marked four sides of the object. I do not remember any windows, seams, markings or mechanical details. I do not remember a metallic surface. What remains in my memory is the shape and those four lights surrounding it.

It moved above the tree line.

There was no sound.

That silence is one of the things I remember most clearly. A helicopter close enough to see would have beaten the air apart. We would have heard engines, rotors or some mechanical vibration traveling across the fields.

There was nothing.

The object floated toward my parents’ house without making even the faintest noise. It did not move the way an airplane moves, and it did not seem to struggle against gravity. It simply advanced, slowly and deliberately, as though the air offered no resistance.

The three of us stood on the porch and watched it approach.

None of us spoke.

What had begun as curiosity became something else when it drew close. The distance between observing a strange light and realizing that the light is coming toward you is enormous. One moment, you are a spectator. The next, you feel as though you have been noticed.

It passed near the house and came to a stop behind us, hovering just above the trees.

It was very close.

I was terrified.

There is no dignified way to describe it. I was scared shitless. The object remained there for several seconds, silent and motionless, while we stood exposed on the porch beneath it.

I do not know whether it was watching us. I do not know whether the pause meant anything at all. But in that moment, it felt intentional.

Then it began to move again.

It floated directly away from us, continuing above the trees until the darkness swallowed it. There was no sudden burst of speed. No dramatic flash. No roar of engines. It simply traveled beyond our sight as quietly as it had arrived.

We stayed outside for a while, staring into the place where it had disappeared.

Nothing returned.

The night became ordinary again, but it did not feel ordinary.

Adam, Germ and I had not started drinking yet. None of us had taken drugs. We were sober when Adam arrived, sober when we walked onto the porch and sober when we watched that object move silently above the tree line.

Thirty years have passed.

Memory is not perfect. I know this. Some distances may have shifted. Certain details may have become sharper or less distinct with time. That is why I still ask Adam and Jeremy about it. Every so often, I bring up that night and compare what I remember with what they remember.

I want to make sure it really happened the way I think it did.

Their memories remain close enough to mine.

I still do not know what we saw.

I only know that it was there.

Do different levels of witchcraft exist? Like amateurs can pick up a basic love spell, or elite satanic families who know the ins and outs can do more dangerous stuff like summon djinns? Pretty sure it was the target of a spell about 11 years ago or so. Was driving down the road at night and smelled sulfur and at the same time my music player volume went to zero at the same time.

I live in South Africa nearby an abandoned mine dump, where there's a small river in the midst.

Last year, one of the houses from the nearby neighborhood was hosting a party which continued till late night. An old woman approached them to complain about the loud music, saying that it's interfering her "waters" which obviously didn't make sense to them especially as drunk partygoers, so they dismissed her. And she told them "You will see" before leaving, then the following day there was heavy rain which damaged their house and those nearby.

Fast-forward to last week when it was very cold in South Africa with temperatures dropping to less than 0 degrees celsius. Both my neighbors were outside close to midnight for a quick cigarette smoke, then noticed a woman wearing a dress climbing down the mine dump with her head facing sideways the whole time. They found it strange that she's wearing just a dress in such cold weathers close to midnight, so they curiously called her and she never responded, then saw her walk to the rivers which was also strange.

So today in the morning, I decided to do my own investigation by crossing nearby those rivers shouting, "WATER WOMAN", then after getting bored with the river, I climbed up the mine dump going higher and higher as I shouted "HELLO". I returned with nothing but some 2 interesting clues:

The 1st interesting clue is that the higher I climbed, I heard a bird's chirping at a unique rhythm that even tempted me to follow the sound. And the 2nd interesting clue as I was leaving was a man I passed who was pushing a wheelbarrow whom I even greeted normally and noticed that his eyes are abnormal (white-ish). These don't really prove anything though, could've been a normal bird chirping and just a man with eye damage.

What do you guys think could be this water woman, and if this man was just random when I tried to investigate?

Just a heads up. Im still shaking to what i saw

About half an hour ago , i was on the first floor of my house in west bengal , India , i recently shifted here so dont know much about the house , its my aunts house. The house has one path to it and has 2 ponds in the front and back So coming back to what i saw , i was playing my ps5 and i went to the balcone to light a cigarette, which i normally do , it was around 10 40 ist , i was smoking my cigarette , just when it was half over. I saw something near the pond(it has jungles aswell) , i thoughy i must be hallucinating , but i didnt really care , around the end of cigarette, i was looking at the pond and i saw a wild boar , nothing out of the unusual , theres boars around here , i have been visiting this house for years and i have seen a lot of boars in that area, brhind the house , near the pond , so i finished the cigarette and tossed it out of the window, and i picked up my bottle of water , i drank the water and i saw something moving , i focused on it , it looked like a boar but it was on 2 legs and it was running , in my 18 years on life i never saw a boar run on 2 legs , and the legs were like horses legs and the face of a boar (the head) and the body seemed to be made out of flesh with visible cuts and a bit of flesh hanging out , i got scared , i went back into the room from the balcony , now the thing is my cousins father had taken his life near the same tree i saw. That abomination run , and in india we have final rituals , and a part of his final ritual wasnt done properly(the part what we call "pind daan" , the ritual done in gaya to make sure the spirit leaves the earth happily) i came running down , and went straight into the prayer room , im not on any medication or any way intoxicated that would make me hallucinate , im thinking of setting up a CCTV camera with motion detection over that area , i still dont know what i saw and i hope i never see it again

Im from india , and my english isnt good so im sorry for the grammar

So i’ve been posting about Matt for a long time now. People in my life have tried to tell me he doesn’t exist, saying that i made up this “Entity” that was following me that goes by Matt The Man or Matt Merola or Matt The Assassin or “Never” he laces people with an experimental substance called bendy that makes you see in black and white for 16 hours. He’s been harassing me for so many years now and if you look through my post history there’s quite clear physical evidence of his existence, sadly, a lot of people both irl and online have tried to convince me Matt is a supernatural entity that haunts me. I don’t buy it, there’s no clear evidence that Matt is anything supernatural rather than just a scumbag that drugs unsuspecting “friends” and beats women.

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....

I saw what looked like a child or small person. It was all black and standing in front of the washer and dryer outside of my apartment.

Last night, my husband woke up several times feeling chills and telling me that I was talking to myself in my sleep. According to him, I was speaking in a deeper, lower-pitched voice, which is quite strange because I never normally talk in my sleep.

At some point during the night, when I got up to go to the bathroom, he said he saw a woman who looked exactly like me, wearing a white dress and standing in the doorway of our bedroom, staring at him.

What could have caused all of this? HELP

I wanted to share my paranormal experiences with growing up in a haunted house .

First let me start off by stating that I grew up on north New York road on route 9 in galloway , I was less than 2 miles from the birth place of the jersey devil to start off with but that was the least of our concerns in comparison to what we dealt with on that property we grew up on .

So when I was 5 years old my parents just had their 3 child and were in the market for a house to accommodate our growing family . One day when my dad was on his way home from work he ended up breaking down on route 9 and called my mom to come get him. We all went for the trip and when we arrived we saw my dad on the side of the road surrounded by woods . When we got of the car my mom noticed buried behind trees and a long dirt drive way an old colonial house that was completely abandoned and gutted , but my parents instantly fell in love with it and started the process to buy. The house was abandoned since the 60s and was just a shell , with no plumbing, no electricity, not even windows but my parent's were motivated to do all the work themselves and make it our home. The house was over 300 years old center hall colonial that survived the revolutionary and civil war . The land was rich in history that we found while looking for the property records and history at the local library. We found out that during the late 1700s the British ambushed the residents of Port Republic in the middle of the night and the brits started torching every house in port . The original homeowner of our house was name Johnston he lived with his daughter Michelle and during the ambush he told her to stay in the house while he ran to fight with his neighbors and defend their people and land . Our house was the only house to survive being burned to the ground because a British solider name James bell saw Johnston daughter hiding in the house , he went after her to remove from the home but she escaped in a hidden tunnel in the basement that lead to the nackote creek bridge . James was already awestruck by her beauty and because he could not find her he did not burn the house. 5 years later after the war he came back to ask Michelle her hand in marriage. So this house and property had been through a lot , besides surviving both wars it also survived the prohibition when illegal moonshiners caught the attic on fire . When we moved in the attic rafters were still charred. So that was a little backstory of the history , now let me get into the paranormal stories .

So right from the start when we first moved in , my little brother and I began communicating with a little boy named billy who was also 5 and he would hide in the room connected to my parents room that was divided by the attic . We would talk to him everyday and never thought anything of it . Not long after moving in , we discovered the property was haunted . One night we had a power outage, we were all in the living room huddled up in the dark waiting for the power to return , when suddenly we started hearing men yelling outside . Mind you we live on a long stretch of highway with no neighbors and surrounded by woods and wetlands , so we were confused then we heard gunshots and my dad immediately jump up and was about to grab his gun and investigate but after listening some more my dad recognize the gunshots being muskets and the men yelling were the echos of men at war in the revolutionary war , their spirits replaying that scene over and over as the died in honor.

A few years after that incident things really began to unfold , for one our lives began falling apart , prior to moving there we had a very privileged upbringing and home life but after the move it was like we were surrounded by negativity and things began getting worse and worse . For one we had the absolute worst luck with keeping pets alive , after moving there our pets would not make it more than a few months before dying in the most insane tragic way possible. I cant even explain the weird accidents that would happen that just don't happen, it was completely bizarre. It was not long before we began building up a pet cemetery behind the house in the woods . One day i was visiting the grave of a recently deceased pet when i noticed the dirt was disturbed and discovered something dug it up and took the head leaving the rest of the body . At first we chalked it up to wildlife. This soon became a reoccurring event pet after pet .

One day our pet dog who was a Newfoundland which are a giant dog breed , died unexpectedly and was burried and you guessed it 2 days later found without the head . Now this is where shit gets real for us because now this completely rules out any type of local wildlife being the culprit becaue nothing around here can remove a head that large , its not possible. What was so freaky too was that whatever was doing this , knew exactly where the head was because it would only dig a hole where the head was located and pull it out , leaving the rest of the body still burried !

Anyway we never found out what was responsible for doing that and is still a mystery to this day .

Things at the home start to act up , my siblings and i are becoming uneasy and frightened in our home and outside . We can all feel the presence of something negative and heavy and start experiencing activity.

One night while our parents were watching tv in the living room , we decided to go upstairs and play hide and seek in the dark . I was the seeker and sat on the top of the stairs and counted while my siblings hid . At this point my eyes were adjusted to the dark and i could see my brother laying on his back against the wall with his head against my parents closed door .

As i was counting down and locking in on my brother , ready to grab him . I stop dead in my tracks and watch as this black hooded figure glided down the hallway from my brothers room and was making its way towards us , it was floating a foot off the ground but its head was bent to the side cause it was hitting the ceiling . Suddenly it passes over my brother and vanishes through my parents door . My brother gasped and said it felt like the wind got knocked out of him when it flew over him . Suddenly my two younger siblings jump out from the laundry closet and were freaking out , so when they were sitting on the washers with the closet door closed and waiting for me to find them , they saw that black figure pass them as it came from my brothers room and was coming towards us . So we all witnessed the same entity together. None of us would be aware that from that point on that entity would follow us around for years to come .

So at this point things really began going down hill , my dad was suddenly let go from his career as a civil engineer and it wasnt long after that we started finically struggling and life completely changed .

The paranormal activity is progressing and we're all terrified. One random night , we hear a loud crash in our yard and discovered a car hit the telephone pole at our driveway and flew up it and then was rejected from the windshield and died in our yard , he was a priest and the next day we found his Bible in the woods .

Speaking of priest , we soon had to request for our churches priest to make house visits frequently to bless the house because of the frequent activity.

I remember one day things were getting pretty bad and my mom called us on the dining room and she played a recording of pope john reciting the rosary in latin and ordered us to pray along . Well it didn't take long before we pissed something off because the cd began skipping and became distorted and then shot out of the stereo and was ejected across the room , then on the other side of the room a statue of Saint Michel casting Lucifer into hell was thrown off the table and smashed but it was only Michel who was destroyed leaving luicfer untouched.

Around this same time something else occurred that was so beyond paranormal activity and entities, it was something so bizarre and strange that it is burned in mine and my siblings memory for life and is the strangest thing we ever witnessed.

So it was around fall i believe and every night my dad would pick one of us to run out back to feed our dog . So this was the most terrifying task and it didn't matter who he asked we all went together because none of us would want to have to do it alone on our day . So it was night at this point and my dad hands us the bowl of food and we all huddle together with the person who has the bowl in the middle and we are walking slowly and making jokes to lighten the mood . As we approach we notice our dog barking like crazy and he his on his hind legs pulling his lead completely tight and fixated on something trying to break out to attack it . We then look towards the direction he was barking at and not only did the air feel so charged with electricity like before a storm we hear sound of branches breaking and thats when we see it , it was this giant stick figure the size of the trees walking mechanically over our brush pile breaking all the braches and it then stopped and turned our direction and thats when we threw the bowl food and ran for our lives towards the house . Alright so this experience is something that weighed heavy on me for years with so many questions to what we saw. Fast forward to my mid twenties at my job and my coworker and i are talking about paranormal stories and she asked me if i knew what native American totem spirits were , she then described them and i froze and flipped the hell out , it was literally what we saw. So what she told me was that they were a totem of negative spirits of native Americans and became a giant stick entity that protects the land and their people and will actually charge after you and if they get you they can possess you and make you do terrible evil things .

What freaked me out even more was how the lore correlated with the property. So in the 1600s our property was inhabited by the lenape natives and they were killed and ran out when the English settlers came in. Whats crazy is that i found that the native burial grounds of the lenapes was a hill covered in claimshells , and we use to have these claim hills through out the woods on our property but we had no idea what they were . So if the natives were killed all the negativity from the bloodshed would of built a totem of negative spirits becoming one entity that guards the property, making sure that history will never repeat itself by attacking anyone who threatens them. They are summoned to protect and guard their land for eternity. It all made sense after finding this out .

So a year after my dad lost his job , we have another tragedy and my little brother dies in his sleep , things get so much worse and my mom loses her mind , going in and out of institutions and becoming an alcoholic. My mom becomes violent and aggressive and is constantly attacking my father and destroying the house. We are struggling hard with money and are constantly hitting bad luck . A exact hear after my brother dies , our house catches fire and we nearly make it out . Because of how old the house was it went up like a match and we lost everything. Not only that my parents canceled their home insurance 2 months prior because of money issues and we were fucked out of insurance.

Things only became worse and my mom was out of control. Our local church and church friend started a donation for us to help us replace everything we lost and nessacites . Then another church member who owned a contracting business volunteer to rebuild our house for free . So the contractor had a temporary 2 bedroom trailer moved on to the property and we were told we would have to tough out for 3 months top while our new home was being built . We were a 8 member family so 2 bedrooms was gonna suck , so while we moved in we needed furniture and everything else so we knew we had 3 giant storge units filled with donations so we were going to take everything we needed to make the trailer a home for the moment. When we got to the units we find out that the church friend who opened the units and ran the donations , emptied out all the units and sold it all and closed the accounts. Completely fucking us and leaving us with nothing but it only got worse the contractor never returned to start building and block our numbers . We now were stuck in a 2 bedroom trailer for the next 3 years to come .

Things were so much worse , our animals were dying constantly in the most insane ways , one night around 3 am we were awoken by a loud screech and crash only to discover our pet horse who was a thoroughbred who we had for years suddenly ran through the electric fence and bolted straight to the highway and was hit immediately by the only vehicle on the road and died on impact.

I remember one day my brothers and i were playing by this old farm foundation near the back of our yard . My brother colton and I were standing next to each other facing my little brother who was near the wall when we both witnessed a cinder block from the wall lift up in the air and floated over his head and wad dropped on him , splitting his head open . My brother and i were screaming for my dad who was using the lawn mower and could not hear us it was so terrifying.

A year after moving into the trailer , i fall into a deep depression and become harassed by entities. Whatever was around was only going after me and would only become present when i was alone . During the summer my mom and sisters would sleep out in the living room leaving me to sleep alone some nights and that was when i would be bothered . There would be times were as soon as i walked into my room i would become overwhelmed with a negative presence that would feel so thick that i felt like i was being choked and the feeling of dread and evil would come over me , the room would be charged with energy that you could hear it buzzing and i felt like i was in slow motion trying to turn around and open the door . Some times i would be sleeping alone and would suddenly wake up to that same feeling , so i began taking my dog into bed with me to feel safer and one night i wake up suddenly and can feel the dread as im facing the wall and my dog jumps up and immediately feels it too because she jumps over me guarding me and every muscle in her body is stiff as she begins growling and barking intensely towards the closet door . After a agonizing hour it finally feels safe and before i work the courage to finally turn around the closet door suddenly falls off the hinges and falls towards me being intercepted by the top bunk .

I remember one time going through that closet looking for something and discovered a pile of maggots wriggling on the floor with absolutely no source for them to be there . It was so bizarre.

Also around this time , i begin having a mimic . So anytime that i would be gone such as sleeping over a friends my family would hastily tell me that while i was gone they saw me walk out my room, come to the living room and give everyone a dirty look before walking back to the room . They then realized not to long after i was gone . Another time i was gone for a week and during that time my mimic ran out of the room and started screaming at my younger siblings who were terrified that i was going to hit them , only to remember later i was gone for a week .

I wasnt the only one with the mimic my mom had one too . For instance if we were playing out in the woods we would suddenly hear our mom screaming for us with her demon voice which meant we were in huge trouble and we would run back to the house worried about what we might of did only to discover from our dad that she wasnt even home and then we freaked out explaining to our dad and he said yeah i hear it scream for me all the time too . So we were all aware of it .

Anyway after 3 long years of living on the property in the trailer , we finally moved . The people we were when we first moved in was a shell of the people we became after leaving . Our lives were completely stripped away and we became unrecognizable. We were forever changed and would be dealing with the scars for a long time coming , our mental state completely damaged and left with a lifetime of disabilities and struggles to overcome.

After we left , my mother and I still had this attachment to the property. I still currently have dreams on that property at least 2 times a week and its been 20 years since ive been there .

Crazy story , in 2013 my dad suddenly passed , a month after his passing my brother was out at a bar when this girl approached him and said " I know this sounds crazy but your dad wanted us to meet" she then explains that she's a psychic medium and was contacted by my father . My brother is blown away by the information she knows and they hit it off and began dating. She tells my brother that he has this evil entity from the property attached to him still and she is frightened by it as it threatens to hurt her . She told my brother that it said " i killed a horse bitch and i can kill you " this blew our minds because it was talking about the night our horse blew through the fence and ran out into the road . Then she tells my brother that the entities were responsible for my baby brother passing and that they suffocated him , they also claimed that they tried to kill us all by starting the freak accident that burned our house down .

She also tells us that the land was cursed by native Americans after one of their daughters were raped and killed by brits and she tells us it happen in this old farm foundation, right where the cinder block landed on my brothers head .

His gf wanted to do a cleansing to remove the entities and he agrees to it . She invited 2 other psychics to help and during the cleansing they saw the spirit of a small boy , my brother thought it was our little brother but they said no and then say i think his name is billy . Billy the ghost boy we use to talk to as children, they said he attached himself to my brother . Unfortunately the evil entity that they were trying to remove was too powerful and they were unsuccessful.

Anyway that pretty much sums it all up about the property. I know it was a long read and a lot but i didn't want to miss out on anything considering how crazy everything is .