r/ParanormalActivity

Does anyone have experience with shape shifters?

I probably met 2 of em, my former friends. It begun when we were just sitting in the couch, one to my right side, one to my left side. The One to my left made some weird eye movements I never have seen before, his eyes were like plopping out. I said to the other one look at this, and he said no I won’t, like there was going smth on only they two know about. I kept telling him watch at this man believe me that’s weird. And in this moment he was kinda annoyed that I focus on that weird eyes of the other so he joined the other one by doing similar stuff like him, he twistet his eyes 360 degrees and by twisting it his left eye begun to be blind with a big scarf over it, like someone cut him with a knife over his eye. When they closed their eyes ghost eyes appeared on top of their eyes, and they were looking at me very pissed/jealous/greedy, don’t know why I’m just an average dude. After that happens they said that was true what I saw and I should stop looking at them so much. The next day they said it never happend.

This was the first and only time I made that experience with shape shifters. It’s 8 years ago and it never happens again since I dropped these friends.

Every night when I go to sleep, I hear a strange creaking sound on the roof. It's always at night, sometimes in the day. I genuinely have no idea what this is. I can sleep through it, but it's really worrying. I'm not one to believe in ghosts, but I've turned here as a last resort as I have no fucking clue what's going on.

To clear any obvious explanations, I don't have trees above my house, it's quite a new house, and I don't have an attic.

I'm not ruling out the possibility that it's a human even if it's highly unlikely.

This is going to be a long one, so thanks to anyone who actually reads it. There's a TL;DR at the end.

I don't even know where to begin, so I'll just write everything exactly as I remember it.
I lived in the same apartment for 19 years. I grew up there. Even as a little kid, I had strange dreams about it before I was old enough to understand why.
It was a three story apartment filled with Persian rugs, black steel railings and a balcony. Years ago one wall in the living room was painted dark red. The third floor always felt different. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling. Everything about this apartment just had this eerie feeling to it. It was home, but I never truly felt alone.
My family and I joke that it was haunted. The truth is, it doesn't really feel like a joke. Every single one of us experienced paranormal activities.

Things that happened to me
Objects disappeared all the time. Sometimes forever. Sometimes they came back in places they simply couldn't have been.
The best example is a striped summer dress.
I hadn't seen it in months and decided to finally look for it. A friend came over and helped me. We literally emptied my entire wardrobe, sorted everything, folded clothes and put them back. The dress wasn't there.
Later that evening we were getting ready for a party while FaceTiming. I was still annoyed that I couldn't find it and chose something else to wear.
My friend went home to have dinner, then came back to my place so we could pregame. While we were talking, I opened my wardrobe one last time and the dress literally fell into my arms.
I heard scratching and knocking on doors.
Strange noises all over the apartment.
Almost every day I had this overwhelming feeling that someone was watching me. Not occasionally. Constantly. I never truly felt alone.
I heard footsteps when nobody else was home.
Several times I clearly heard my mom call my name. Sometimes she wasn't even in the apartment. Other times I'd walk downstairs asking what she wanted, only for her to tell me she never called me.
I had recurring nightmares for years.
One night I woke up because something was pushing me deep into my mattress. I was only half awake but desperately tried to fight back. I couldn't move. I felt like something was assaulting me. It had done things to me. The next morning I had scratches exactly where I remembered being touched.
I constantly heard tiny, quick footsteps running up and down the stairs. The metal railing would shake as if someone was grabbing it while running.
I saw shadow figures more than once.
One afternoon I was upstairs in my mom's room singing Bohemian Rhapsody because the acoustics were amazing in there. When I stopped singing, someone outside the room kept humming the melody.
It sounded like a child.
I slowly opened the door.
At the other end of the hallway the dish towel hanging on the drying rack was moving by itself.
Then I heard small footsteps running downstairs.

One night my brother stormed into my room furious, telling me to stop knocking on his door.
I had been asleep the entire time.

Another time a friend was visiting. She was in the bathroom while I was lying in bed. Through the gap in the door I thought I saw her walk upstairs, so I didn't think much of it.
A minute later she walked back into my room and asked,
"So... if you're here... who did I just see walking upstairs in the bathroom mirror?"
She was an atheist. She didn't believe in ghosts, spirits or anything paranormal.

My ex boyfriend once cried because he became so terrified inside that apartment.
Several friends refused to stay overnight after visiting. Others told me they felt uncomfortable for reasons they couldn't explain. Some even started dreaming about the apartment after they had been there.
Even years later, I still dream about it.
The staircase leading to the apartment appears over and over again.
It reminds me of the Backrooms. It was a light yellow paint all over the walls, the same railings as in our apartment.
I dream about hidden rooms, secret elevators, endless hallways that lead nowhere or extremely underground or liminal spaces.
Sometimes I dream about the outside walkway collapsing beneath my feet while I fall into darkness.

One nightmare has stayed with me for years. I had only had it once but I still think about it from time to time.
I'm sitting at the end of the staircase in complete darkness. The front door is slightly open. My brother tells me to wait while he walks upstairs.
Then a three meter tall black figure with glowing red eyes and a huge black hole where its mouth should be suddenly charges toward me.
I woke up drenched in sweat, extremely scared.
One random morning, I was 15 or so, I woke up, grabbed my phone and found a photo of myself sleeping in my gallery.
Both of my arms were visible in the picture, so I wasnt the one that took it. I still have no explanation to this day.

Things that happened to my family
My mom has always been unusually sensitive to things she can't explain.
When she was two years old she almost died from an infection and spent time in a coma. Ever since then she's claimed to perceive things differently. As a child she reportedly dreamed about relatives dying before they actually passed away.
Several people have witnessed strange things happen around her during moments of intense anger.
My dad once mocked her spiritual beliefs. She became furious and, according to both of them, the blinds suddenly slammed shut on their own.
My parents have been divorced for more than fifteen years. My dad still tells that story.
My mom was deeply unhappy because my father was abusive. One day she became so overwhelmed that she started chanting words I still can't remember.
Later, while she and my father were together, she looked over his shoulder into the hallway and saw a tall man with long black hair standing at the end of the staircase.
She described him as wearing a suit with an incredibly intense stare. Then he disappeared.
Another day she was ironing when she watched a small child casually walk around the ironing board before vanishing.
She also experienced the same thing I did, waking up unable to move while something pressed her into the bed.
She once lost her Bluetooth headset.
She searched everywhere.
A year later she found two identical headsets sitting together at the end of the staircase.

My brother
He also experienced the mysterious knocking.
He heard strange noises.
He heard people calling his name when nobody had.
Things eventually became so overwhelming that we decided to cleanse the apartment with incense.
Every single window was open.
There was a strong cross breeze.
The smoke refused to leave through the windows.
He also suffered from severe sleep paralysis, sleepwalking, night terrors and chronic sleep problems.
One of his Muslim friends visited us.
When they walked past my sister's room on the third floor, a drinking glass suddenly shot off her desk.
It couldn't have simply fallen because it had been placed far back on the desk.
His friend immediately said,
"There's Shaytan living here."
He never came back.

My sister
My sister has always considered herself the skeptic of the family.
She's a science based agnostic and says she isn't sensitive to paranormal things.
Yet even she has stories.
One night she woke up because her blanket was pulled off her body.
Not slowly.
It was lifted upward first and then violently ripped away.
She also talks about the constant strange noises and the feeling of being watched.
She says that feeling disappeared completely after she moved out.
We fought constantly in that apartment.
The place always felt flooded with negative emotions, old wounds and heavy energy.
I don't know what was there.
I wish I did.
So many strange things seemed connected to the bottom of the staircase near the apartment entrance.
A very spiritual friend of my mom once visited and told her she believed there were two entities there.
A child.
And something much darker.
I've often wondered...
Did my mom unknowingly invite something into that apartment?
Was it simply years of trauma affecting everyone?
Or was there actually something there?
Can something like that follow you after you leave?
Because I still dream about that place.
It still feels like it's haunting me.
After my ex and I broke up, I wanted to move back into the same district where I grew up.
Without really planning it, I ended up living only a few blocks away from that apartment.
It's still there.
Every time I walk past it I get goosebumps and the same eerie feeling, I had felt all my life.

What the hell was that?

TL;DR: I lived in the same apartment for 19 years. My entire family experienced unexplained events including footsteps, knocking, voices calling our names, objects disappearing and reappearing, shadow figures, terrifying dreams, sleep paralysis, physical scratches, and multiple shared experiences. Friends, my ex, and visitors also reported feeling watched or witnessing strange things. Even years after moving out, I still have recurring nightmares about the apartment and get chills whenever I walk past it.

DEAD AIR: ENERGIES - EPISODE 1

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Je tient a preciser que tout ce qui va suivre est entièrement vrai ce n’est ni un ARG ni une blague ni rien du genre j’ai réellement besoins de votre aide, si mon compte est nouveau c’est normal je me suis fait ban mon ancien compte (jeffiphone) si vous voulez aller me contacter dessus je crois que je ne peux juste plus poster de commentaire reddit mais j’ai trj acces au compte bref, durant cette nuit vers 2h du matin ma télé c’est allumé alors j’ai une télé connectée donc a vrai dire cela ne ma pas alerter donc j’ai juste pris ma télécommande et eteint mais en cherchant la tele commande je me suis rendu compte qu’elle n’etais plus a coter de mon lit mais sur mon bureau et que l’ecran etais entièrement blanc avec du bruit blanc (belle ironie) sa ne ma pas alerter je n’est jamais crue au fantôme ou au paranormal pour cause je me balade sur reddit normalement pour debunker des histoires paranormal sur ce sub et sur le sub r/paranormal, ma télé commande ne fonctionnait absolument pas je comprenais pas pourquoi donc j’ai pas cherché plus loin j’ai débrancher ma télé et me suis rendormie, 2h après ma télé s’allume. J’étais complètement terrorisé ma télé n’étais pas sensée pouvoir physiquement s’allumer et encore plus étrange elle afficher un épisode de bob l’éponge entrain de faire exploser une bombe nucléaire sur Carlos ? Oui c’était extrêmement bizarre on aurait dit un faux épisode chelou c’était super mal animé il n’y avais aucune voix a part un bruit blanc en fond et c’était filmer en format VHS ultra chelou, je n’est jamais réussi a retrouver cette épisode donc si quelqu’un le connais ou autre je suis preneur, je ne crois pas au démon ou âme maléfique donc tout message me parlant de démon caché dans ma télé je vous promet de ne juste pas vous répondre, enfin bref une fois l’épisode fini sur un bruit d’explosion SUPER fort ma télé c’est éteint j’avoue être rester bien 10minute paralysé dans mon lit après cela je suis allé chez mon frère qui habite a 20minute de chez moi incapable de remettre un pied chez moi, ce soir j’y retourne avec lui essayant de comprendre le problème, si des gens on des théories ou autre je suis preneur merci d’avance

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7/1/26

I have recently been trying new things, and one of them is leaving Christianity behind. Since then, I have found new gods to worship: Artemis and Apollo. Ever since I have been worshiping them, I have felt more connected with nature, but today was different. Usually, I would go outside, frolic around, and jump rope. But today felt drawn toward this stream of water that led under a bridge, so I followed it. It led me to a empty park with another bridge that I've never seen before so I crossed that bridge and noticed graffiti that said Jamie heart Zach and continued walking I made it to a different park it was in a suburban area and walked around I didn't notice anything special so I was Just gonna go back home until I had this gut feeling that there was something I needed to see but I also had another gut feeling that I needed to go home now or else I'd be in danger so I was left pacing back and forth deciding between to stay and explore or go home and avoid danger but then I recalled that lady Artemis protects people from danger and is the goddess of the hunt and wilderness so that inspired me to go and explore and so I find this bridge with another stream of water under it and I leaped it was kinda a high jump but not high enough for me to get injured.so now I'm walking and I'm not scared I'm just alert and as I'm walking things start to feel familiar the smell the vibe the graffiti on the walls even reminds me of something I once seen and as I'm trying to figure out what is it that I've seen before I see a wall that had a green arrow
Pointing to a dent in the wall with the words death written beside it, and I'm not going to lie, I was a bit startled. So, I ran back to the bridge, trying to calm myself down and gaslight myself into not being scared. I ended up concluding that a teenager in the past was probably trying to be edgy and drew that on the wall. It took a lot of convincing, but I decided to go back because I still hadn't reached the end of the stream or its source, so I walked back. As I'm passing the death writing on the wall, I see broken concrete that had water around it ( I don't know how to describe it). I saw something that shook me to my core. Everything was starting to make sense; everything I had been seeing I had seen in a recurring dream from my childhood, and the thing that left me shook was this circular sewer tunnel with the same graffiti I saw in my dream as a kid. For context, in that dream I was with some relatives. We found that sewer tunnel thing, and they sent me in bc they wanted to see what was in there. When I got in there, I got attacked by a cult leader who tried to sacrifice me for some unknown reason, but before he finished me off, I woke up. As I got older, I had the same dream. But the story progressed each time I had it, and the last time I had that dream, instead of the cult leader trying to sacrifice me, an entity of sorts took my body and took my place while it trapped me in the tunnel. And seeing that same sewer tunnel in real life made me think that if I had stepped any closer, my old nightmare could have become my new reality. So, I ran home, questioning what I had just seen. I'm planning to go tomorrow to check it out and face my fears. I need you guys to tell me whether it is a good idea to go back and explore tomorrow, or stay, or if I should stay away from that area for my safety

Desde hace unos días me siento bastante atraída al tema de los vampiros y he estado buscando información acerca de ellos y si realmente existieron o existen y si existen esos mitos de que son inmortales, no pueden salir al sol...

Me pregunto si alguien compartiría algunos datos sobre ellos y me ayudaría a saber más o comprenderlo, al fin y al cabo solo quiero saber si son reales o no , y algunas pruebas.

Gracias por leer.

I live in south texas. I was sitting alone on the porch late one night when I heard what sounded like my own dog whining and injured. It sounded just like my dog but she was inside sleeping, so it couldn’t be. I stayed on the porch and just stayed quiet. I then heard the whiny dog sound get closer and closer but couldn’t see anything. The sound was flying through the air going left and right. Sounded as if a bird was flying erratically mocking my dogs whines perfectly about 10 feet out from me in the yard. I stayed outside stuck in place until it stopped after about 2 minutes. I went inside and locked the doors because fuck that😭😭😭. i’ve looked up and hear audios of birds that typically have whiny voices but none of them match up to what I heard that night. My property has belonged to my ancestors since the 1700s so I know it’s for sure haunted. I also have ancestors that practiced brujería for good and for bad intentions. Has this happened to anybody? Or what is your take on this? I genuinely cannot explain it other than maybe it was la lechuza. I know that’s corny but ?? idk

When I was around four years old, I had an imaginary friend called Tom.
At first, nobody thought much of it. My aunt had recently had a baby named Thomas, so my parents assumed I’d borrowed the name from there.
I spent hours playing with my Fisher-Price toy kitchen, making Tom cups of tea and slices of pretend cake while chatting away to him about my day.
My parents thought it was sweet and would often ask questions about him to see where my imagination would take the story.
They assumed Tom was a little boy around my age.
One day my dad jokingly asked, “So who is this Tom then?”
“He’s my husband,” I replied matter-of-factly.
My dad found this hilarious.
“Oh really? And what does your husband do for a living?”
I answered, “He used to sell fruit and vegetables to the local market. But since he’s dead now, he just stays at home.”
My dad was completely caught off guard. He’d been expecting me to say something like a knight, a pirate, or an astronaut. Not a deceased greengrocer.
My mum was less amused than my dad. She often found me sitting under the dining table whispering and giggling to someone she couldn’t see. At night she would hear me chatting away in my bedroom long after I should have been asleep.
My dad was a complete sceptic and insisted it was just a phase. I was the youngest child and my older siblings were at school all day. He thought I was simply creating a companion for myself.
When I started school, things actually got worse for a while.
I cried every day and told my parents that Tom was cross with me for leaving him.
Then, gradually, I stopped mentioning him.
I stopped asking them to save him a seat at the table. I stopped setting a place for him at dinner. Eventually Tom disappeared from my life completely.
The strange thing is that I have absolutely no memory of him now.
I remember the toy kitchen. I remember having tea parties. But I have no recollection whatsoever of Tom.
Over the years my parents would occasionally bring him up when talking about funny things I did as a child, but to me it always felt like they were describing someone else’s memory.
Then, around 35 years later, something happened.
My dad was visiting our elderly neighbour after she’d injured her ankle. While they were chatting, she started talking about growing up in the area.
“I’ve lived in this town all my life,” she told him.
She explained that before the houses were built, the land had been allotments.
“My father had an allotment here,” she said. “The men used to grow fruit and vegetables and sell them to the local market.”
My dad immediately remembered what I’d said as a child.
The neighbour went to a dresser, picked up a framed photograph, and handed it to him.
“That’s my father,” she said.
My dad looked at the photograph and then carefully asked:
“Was your father’s name Tom by any chance?”
She smiled.
“Well, Thomas,” she replied. “But everyone called him Tom.”
My dad said the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
To this day, neither of us has an explanation.
I had never met her father. He had died long before I was born.
But somehow, at four years old, my imaginary husband was a dead man named Tom who sold fruit and vegetables to the local market.
I’ve never forgotten my parents telling me that story, even if I’ve completely forgotten Tom himself.

What should I do if strange things happen in my house?

For weeks I've felt a very strange atmosphere and I haven't been able to sleep for almost two nights because my closet doors make strange noises and sometimes open by themselves...

We also hear squeaking noises coming from my room. My older brother and I have already checked everywhere! We thought maybe it was a rat, but we didn't find anything.

"Update"

I’m sorry for disappearing for a couple of months.

As suggested, I did some more research on the house and the property. For the first time in three years, I sat down for coffee with a very kind neighbor; she told me that the house I live in has been there since 1955. She is 59 years old and has lived right across the street her entire life.

She told me that the current owners have carried out maintenance and improvements over the last 30 years (I think that’s why it doesn't look that old at first glance).

When I decided to ask if she knew whether anything strange had ever happened in the house, she gave me a peculiar look and said, "I’ve lived in the house across the street since I was a child; I inherited it from my parents. I’ve seen many families rent the place where you live; you guys are the ones who have stayed there the longest. I don’t know if you were told what happens in that house, or why families don’t last very long living there."

I pressed a little further, and she said, "So, they didn’t warn you? As far as I recall, six people have died in that house: two from natural causes, one was murdered by their partner in a fit of jealousy... and the other three committed suicide in the master bedroom." I swear, for a second I felt my blood pressure drop and I felt like throwing up; I sleep in what is the master bedroom...

The strange events got worse in mid-April: my brother swears he felt himself being pushed off his chair while using the computer, my mother says she feels like she’s being watched, and I’ve nearly had three accidents on the stairs; in one of them, I almost broke my ribs.

In two of the near-accidents, my brother managed to catch me before I fell, and during the last one, I was home alone; I felt myself being pushed as I was walking down.

Je ferme les volets vers 19h, je pars me coucher tres tot, vers 20h30, j'avais bu, je m'endors completement bourré. Demain vendredi je dois voir mes filles.

Je me léve, sobre, vers 10h du matin, je pense, j'ouvre les volets, je descends j'appel ma mére, j'appel encore en criant, personne ne repond.

Je vais a la douche, je sors de la douche, je croise ma mére. Je lui dis que je l'ai appelé a plusieurs reprises et qu'elle n'a pas repondu, elle me dis qu'elle n'a rien entendu. Je lui demande a quelle heure elle va chercher les petites. Elle me repond qu'elle ne sait pas, qu'elle vera demain. Je lui demande comment ca demain? On est vendredi. Non on est jeudi. Comment ca jeudi?! il est quelle heure? On etait toujours jeudi, il etait 21h.

Il est strictement impossible qu'apres mettre mis au lit bourré, j'ai pu me reveiller aussitot sobre. Je suis sur et certain d'avoir dormis toute une nuit. Que je me suis levé, ouvert les volets, vu le soleil. Avant ma douche on était vendredi 10h apres ma douche on etait de nouveau le jeudi soir. Aucune raison que je prenne une douche le soir sauf si j'ai fais du sport.