Okay so to start it off I was 17-18 when this happened.

I had gone to my maternal family's house and there's a small and really old pool in front of the house. The pool was always hidden by all the bushes overgrowing on it. But the local govt. had cleaned it up just 2 days ago.

I had heard about the pool long ago. From my mother. When she was in 10th standard (16yo) she had once looked in the pool in the afternoon alone. Then she had gotten possessed by a spirit. Most probably a 'samandh' basically the spirit of an evil guy who died a death full of resentment. After that she sometimes used to act like a man and the episodes grew from simple acting to walking and even totally behaving like a man. They first took her to a psychiatrist and it worked at the start but then rebounded in even worse ways. So they did some ritual which helped her.

Yeah so I never knew this pool was exactly that one. Then one day I visited a barren well they have in their land. Supposedly they used dynamite during mining which angered the local spirits who then moved the water vein making it barren and cursed. Then one worker died during the mining by falling inside. A bull also once did the same and some other small animals too. After I came back from there (again I did not know it was supposed to be cursed at the time of visit I learned about this like after another year) I kept seeing a child in our bedroom. Initially sitting next to an old trunk and that child appeared to be coming forward each day. Untill one day it went inside me.

Then onwards I became interested in not only reading but also writing ghost stories. Many told by the child. Like it was supposedly a curse cast by one of my grandfather's cousins by sacrificing their own son. It was supposed to hurt my maternal grandpa. Who was going to have a second son after the first daughter but instead had my mom who should've been his twin.

The child also had some more quirks like it used to say the grass in our college is haunted and used to make fun of some dogs who smiled like humans.

It was also extremely annoyed by rain. One day when roaming with my friends we had went to a beach in summer and we unexpectdly met with a really heavy rain and full of fog. Then that child suddenly leaped out from me and went out into rain and vanished. Untill one random it came back and went inside me.

It also said that my mother thinks they only sacrificed a ghost to remove the samandh but in reality the exorciest used it to transfer the curse to an unknown girl who is also after my maternal family except he had taken care of her.

I had also once crushed a really small skull(I thought it was bird and then was haunted by a child and an old woman )(most probably grandma and grandson) At that time too this child had supposedly taught them a lesson and made them go away.

Now I am a man of science and I beleive these are some kinds of psychotic episodes so please make it make sense to me. Like the child is some kind of schizophrenia.

I asked this in another paranormal group but still haven't found anyone who can relate, so I wanted to ask here too. I also want to add that I’m not here for comments calling this BS. Whether it sounds believable or not, I lived with this activity for years, and it wasn't easy. My physical body was also attacked many times, and so was my brother's. We weren't the only ones who experienced these things, either. I understand skepticism, but it doesn't change what happened to us.

This happened countless times in the poltergeist house I grew up in:

I was lifted into the air, my arms and legs all sticking straight up, and launched all the way down the staircase. The center of my back barely touched each step on the way down, and when I landed at the bottom, I couldn't take any air into my lungs until the very last second before I thought I was going to suffocate.

The first few steps down were between two walls, then there was a landing where the staircase turned, and the railing only began after that next step beyond the landing. But whatever did this to me would always lift me before I ever had the chance to reach for it, before the railing even started. And when it didn’t happen, you bet I had a firm grip on the railing all the way down.

The Britten House was built in 1923 in Lansing, Michigan, and I was born there in 1995. I lived there full-time until around 2010. It was a wild way to grow up. So many stories.

I have yet to come across anyone who's experienced being lifted and shot down a staircase like this, other than my own brother and other people who lived in the Britten House. I was wondering if anyone else has experienced anything similar.

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.

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.

The most common complaint that I personally have come across on these types of Subs is that everything is out of focus, blurry. Why do you think that is? Some of you will say that it's nothing more than pareidolia. Some of you will say that it's because these entities or beings don't live in the same realm or plane as we do, so when we are able to capture them on video or photo or those of us who are "seers," see a blurry figure because it is not a solid 3D object, it's a translucent creature or being seemingly made up of smoke or fog, which would make a focus point impossible for a camera to pick up on. Some of you may say that if they are of the nefarious sort they are doing it intentionally for plausible deniability, to turn the comments sections of these paranormal stubs into exactly what they are.

What CS LEWIS SAID. TL;DR

The concept—that demonic entities manifest as blurry or out of focus to deliberately stir up strife, arguments, and disbelief—comes from paranormal and demonological literature...

While specific modern authors and online researchers frequently discuss this in the context of "spirit photography," the core theological idea traces back to classical demonology, notably found in texts like "The Screwtape Letters" by C.S. Lewis.

Elaboration...

The Strategy of Deception:

The concept relies on a specific spiritual strategy: INTENTIONAL AMBIGUITY.

The elaboration on why these entities remain obscured highlights several key mechanics:

Sowing Discord and Arguments: If an entity manifested with absolute, undeniable clarity, it would eliminate doubt. By remaining blurry, pixelated, or partially visible, it creates a polarizing effect. One person sees a definitive anomaly; another sees a camera glitch or lens flare. This disagreement shifts the focus away from the spiritual reality and triggers interpersonal strife, arguments, and division.

FEEDING DISBELIEF: Ambiguity is the perfect breeding ground for skepticism. In classical demonology, the ultimate goal of an adversary is often to remain unproven or hidden to prevent people from seeking spiritual truth or protection. A blurry manifestation allows the cynical mind to easily dismiss it, reinforcing a state of disbelief.

PSYCHOLOGICAL WEARING-DOWN: Constant, unverified anomalies cause mental and spiritual fatigue. When a person is left guessing what is real and what is a trick of light or technology, it creates a sense of instability, frustrating their peace and pulling focus away from productivity and discipline.

THOUGHTS ON THIS SUBJECT?

NOTE: This is a crosspost of a post from like a decade ago, and after re-reading it, I realize there may be too much context, and I apologize for that, and its length. But in the interest of comments from those who experienced things like this I guess I will leave it as is, warts and all. Again, apologies if the writing is annoying/unwelcome:
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So I want to ask about this particular shape floating through the air, but it is also specifically tied to a haunting story and I need to give the complete context of all the strange things that were happening when we saw this shape. So I hope you don't mind that I am combining a "haunting" story and "question" in the same post.

It was Spring of 2006, almost two years after my first ghostly encounter (with the phantom cat of Bagno a Ripoli) and I had just gotten out of a lease with my exgf, let's call her Sarah. As an extra odd factor to this story, the past few months I had been noticing a strange repeat occurrence. The long pull chain in my closet kept appearing on the upper shelf, some 6 or 7 feet high. I would get up in the morning, get dressed, turn off the light with the long pull chain and by the time I got home from work it was tucked up on the top shelf. When I asked Sarah nicely if she had been in my room for any reason at all she would just laugh as though I were being unnecessarily suspicious. We might have even discussed the fact that the building was built just after the turn of the 20th century (1906 if I recall?) and she might have suggested with some amusement that it was probably haunted. I didn't really know what to think about that since even though I'd had my first ghost encounter I hadn't experienced something as odd since. Although she and I didn't hate each other by any means, it was obviously a limitation on our lifestyles to be living together so when I found a place with friends and had the free time, I was so excited I booked it in the middle of the night.

I will never forget that night moving all my things by myself. I finished packing early in the morning in a beat up old yellow pick up whose driver side door I had to hold closed while taking right hand turns. I was ecstatic. By 3am I was at the new place, an old house in a part of town that had built up in the 1970s. I had no idea the house I was moving into was actually erected in the 1890's. The three story had been converted into two units and the top story or attic sealed. The front of the house has a formal entrance with an elegant wooden staircase that looked disused. The back has a small deck. And from the deck there are two screen doors. One of them opens to the doorway to our first floor unit's kitchen. The other leads to the door directly to the back stair case, from which you can proceed to the same kitchen through another door, go downstairs to the basement or go up to the second floor unit.

The first strange incident with the house happened that very hour of moving in. My roommates had said they would join me later in the week so I was going to be the first to stay in the house and by myself. There was absolutely no breeze that night. I remember the seed pods in the tree in the yard by the deck hanging straight down as still as a statue. I propped open the door and screen door to the main kitchen entry and didn't even bother to turn on the lights since the street lights provided enough to see and it was a nice atmosphere. As I moved my fourth or so armful of boxes to stack on the counter and oven, I froze in my tracks.

As I stood at the South entrance facing North, the pull chain for the kitchen light in the roughly 10 foot high kitchen was swinging widely in something like an 80-degree arc on its own accord from East to West in an even metronome motion. My neck still tingles thinking about it. It was almost as if it were waving "Hello" or "Beware".

It was so even in semblance that I could not determine any explanation for its motion unless something invisible were hanging on the end of the cord and keeping it swinging so regularly and evenly. My mind raced as I stood there frozen with box in hands watching it swing. I felt again that there was no breeze. It was a perfect night, not too cool or warm. And it didn't make sense that the cord would be swinging perpendicular to the door rather than towards it, if it were a pressure or temperature difference. I glanced at the window, vaguely in the East-Northeast position from the cord. Then I wondered if a bat had silently flitted in and out of the house since I had propped the doors open. But then I thought it surely must be my neighbors playing a trick on me, with some control mechanism attached to the cord. They heard me come in at 3am and annoyed had set their trap in motion.

I thought to myself all these things in what must have been 15 seconds before I ventured a couple hellos and received no response from within the dark house. I am sure I then said something about wishing to be friends with anything that lived there and proceeded to put the box down. Maybe 30 seconds had passed now and the cord showed no sign of relenting so I took a step forward, reached up very carefully and took the end of the cord from the air. Then released it. It did just what a cord is more likely to be doing at 3am in the morning and swang in gradually smaller arcs until it nearly stopped. I announced that I intended to live here and didn't want any trouble.

I finished moving all the items and laid my mattress on the floor of one of the bedrooms. It was a dark room and the house was old. So I could not tell if the clicking or tapping in the room that kept moving in a triangle shape above me -- click -- tap -- click -- were just the pipes in some kind of old rhythm or something else. As I drifted to sleep a vivid vision appeared to me. It was so odd because unlike my thoughts at night it was bright as if my vision had some extra glow to it. I saw an old yellowed 1900s era photograph with torn edges of a child in overalls standing in the kitchen doorway with a small toy. It was a wooden duck with wheels, and the wheels had some kind of rubber duck feet on each wheel so that pulling the toy would produce a funny waddle effect. The boy was holding a leash, a simple white cord attached to this wooden toy. It occurs to me as I write this that the cord was a thicker version of the simple string hanging from the pull chain in the kitchen, but at the time I was just fascinated by this image my brain produced. Then as I tried to look at the picture more carefully and ask my brain to give me better details of this vision, sickly dark dots began to spread on the photo and it appeared to age and deteriorate before my eyes as the dots spread across the image revealing a glowing sickly green. It was like I witnessed this old photo get sick and die. But it was just a weird vision before bed. I shook it from my thoughts and tried to just get to sleep. Somehow I managed to do so despite the eerie evening.

After my two roommates moved in, I told them what happened and one of them told me she did not wish to talk about this sort of thing because she had grown up with ghostly disembodied screams in their household when she was a child. My other roommate and I, let's call her Sally, would stay up late working on our comics on back to back desks in the living room and listening to Coast to Coast AM mostly making fun of the show and how lax George Noory had become in questioning his audience with relevant questions. We enjoyed a lovely household for many months. We also had 3 cats in total and we would laugh as they chased invisible things around the wooden floors and sometimes just sit and move their heads as if watching something bob through the air. There was only one little complaint we had, which was that our upstairs neighbors seemed kind of loud. Around 45 minutes after midnight, while we were trying to work, there would be a loud dragging noise as if heavy oak furniture or a pool table were being slid across their entire floor (hence heard through our ceiling). There would be loud men's voices as they climbed the back stairs and then this shuffling and rumbling. We joked that perhaps our neighbors set up a bowling alley at night.

One night I was inspired to catch these "loud boyfriends" of the two young students living in the upper unit and I went to the kitchen door leading to the stairwell and looked through the old key hole. Although I could hear them climbing and talking, I saw no figures or even shadows cast on the stairs as they'd rounded the top. I figured it must have been echoes and I just missed them.

It was one night that we were working in the living room as usual when I kept seeing a very odd thing out of the corner of my eye. It was like a dustball of energy with a little jet coming from it. I said, "I keep seeing something out of the corner of my eye." To my surprise she immediately responded, "I thought I was the only one seeing them. But they don't look like anything." I replied, "Yeah and if you try to look at them it's like they're not there." "Exactly! I thought I was going crazy. Do they have like tails?" We proceeded to describe the same thing to one another down to the minute optical effects. Our description formed of these "air fish" things that look like a child's drawing of a meteorite, with a dust ball of energy at the center that draws your attention but you can't look directly at it.

The shapes looked like this, with the ball no bigger than 2\" around

We discussed the possibility that we were seeing energy vortexes of some kind at the center of these strange objects and speculated that is what the cats were looking at and occasionally chasing around the house. Our other roommate did not see these objects that appeared in the evening, however she slept at night while we worked.

This would have been the end of our odd experiences in this house except in the days of moving out a year later we had a conversation with the girls upstairs whom we barely ever saw. We reflected on a good year of living together out of each others' hair but mentioned the loud noises at night and wanted to know what it was they had been up to all those evenings. They looked at each other and then at us and said, "We were wondering the same thing about you."

It turns out the entire time we thought they had been moving heavy objects across their floor, they thought we were moving heavy objects downstairs. When we thought they were having loud boyfriends over, they were trying to sleep and thinking we were the loud annoying housemates. "But you do occasionally use the back stairs, right?" we tried to catch them.

They shook their heads. "No, we don't have our boyfriends over and we always use the front stairs."

So the front "disused" stairs were the ones they were entering through while the back stairs that nobody was using ... were the loudest and noisiest. Our third confirmed this because she lived in the front of the house and she on occasion heard them come home through the front stairs, never the back.

As the weight of this revelation sunk in, and we realized there was nothing between us except a foot or two of separation, we excitedly shared details about the noises. They invited us upstairs to show us their lightweight mod furniture that could not possibly have created the "rolling bowling ball" and "heavy oak furniture" noises dragging across our ceiling (yet also under their floor). They also explained that their small dog would hide in their room while the noises were going on. They asked us if we ever went upstairs and we asked why.

They showed us the sealed entrance to the attic and explained that they heard a young girl's voice and footsteps up there but they were always too afraid to say anything or look.

When the tenant showed up we asked him if he knew anything about the house or if he'd ever had renters complain of hauntings. He said, "No," and then, "but I wouldn't be surprised."

It turns out the place had been constructed as a boarding house in the 1890's and of all the information preserved about it he just remembered that the men had a curfew of 1 A.M. Sally and I were amazed that this detail came up. It was just before 1 A.M. that the noises of invisible men coming home and going up stairs had been occurring so many nights while the five of us (plus 3 cats and 1 dog) had lived there experiencing it and feeling it was the fault of that "other half". I wonder if it had also been an orphanage for those children that ended up not "belonging" to anyone, as many such operations existed in the area back in the day. There was one time we were in the basement and noticed an opening in the wall. Being dumb and curious one day I dog-crawled inside the small opening with a flashlight only to find a small rectangle of Earth missing there.

It was about the size, I noted, of a child's casket but there was nothing there.

Despite the mixture of odd experiences with a perhaps grim history, I do remember the house and our time there fondly. One day we drove by and came across a present occupant of the house. We asked him if he had experienced anything odd while living there and he replied that he had not. (My friend insisted that I write down this story and send it to him so I will send him a link to this page too for sure.)

Upon reflection, I would like to know if any mediums or people with sensitivities or experiences with these matters might now what these "swimming" shapes are. Are they the same as human ghosts? Why do they look like electric dust balls with triangle shaped jets coming out the back?

And also, I wonder why the two pullchain experiences happened to me or if that's just a coincidence. One of them in my old place, with the mysterious shelf-climbing chain (just to annoy me?) and then the next one seeming to "follow me" to the next house yet also because of that odd vision seeming specific to the new house.

I understand I may never have answers for these things but if anyone knows more please tell me. Thank you.

First and foremost I don’t really believe or really give attention to stuff like this much thought over the years so I’m just testing waters and seeing what’s up, hopefully you guys can give me some insight or just tell me this stuff is all normal coincidence and this is going to seem like movie bullshit but here goes
So I’ve lived w my grandfather for the passed three years and havnt experienced anything out of norm in that time span, he’s lived in this condo for 25 years and in that 25 years since the day he moved in he’s had a cross blessed by someone in Jerusalem or something of the sort hanging on the wall outside my room, two days ago he came out of his room which is facing my room and the cross is in between and it was mysteriously off the wall and broken in two, he doesn’t believe in this type of stuff either so we kinda just made a ghost joke laughed it off and moved on we have since then we’ve glued it back together and put it back up, now my gf who comes and stays the night has said before that she gets jump scared when she rounds to the corner to go into my room bc she feels/thinks she sees something but then it’s not there and once again, I laughed it off we joked but now
It has happened to me and it happens in the same spot in between me and my grandpas room where the cross is , also not sure if they’re related but I smoke weed to fall asleep and usually don’t have dreams but this passed week I’ve been having scary ass dreams not anything directly linked to paranormal activity or demmons but always unsettling and out of norm. Now I get that this is probably a coincidence but all these things happening so close together is giving me the heebiejeebies lol so have a field day Redditthanks in advance

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Salut il m'est arrivé quelque chose de vraiment étrange cette nuit et j'aimerais avoir votre avis.

Vers 00h30, un couple est venu devant chez moi. J'habite dans un pavillon encore en construction, donc il n'y a pas encore de clôture, juste la porte d'entrée, qui est vitrée.

Au début, je voyais seulement la lumière du téléphone du monsieur à travers la vitre de la porte d'entrée. Il toquait directement contre la vitre. Je suis monté prévenir ma mère pour lui demander si elle attendait quelqu'un. Elle m'a répondu que non. Pendant ce temps, les coups contre la vitre devenaient de plus en plus insistants, alors que mes frères et sœurs allaient fermer les autres portes de la maison.

À travers la vitre, j'ai aussi pu voir l'homme plus clairement : il faisait environ 1m77, il était brun. Ma mère et moi avons ensuite regardé par la fenêtre. On a vu un homme qui avait l'air tout à fait normal et une femme extrêmement maigre, presque squelettique, portant une robe blanche et de longs cheveux noirs, ainsi qu’un enfant.

( Je précise que l'avant de ma maison est bien éclairé)

Le plus étrange, c'est que la femme n'avait pas de visage. Ma mère et moi l'avons vu tous les deux. Elle marchait d'une façon vraiment étrange et et avait l'air inhumaine. Elle était rester loin de la porte en retrait

Au bout d'un moment, ils sont repartis sans qu'on ouvre la porte. Ce qui nous a semblé le plus bizarre, c'est qu'ils ne sont même pas allés frapper chez les voisins. Ils sont simplement repartis.

Est-ce que quelqu'un a déjà vécu quelque chose de similaire ?Quel entité cela pourrait elle être

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.

This is too weird. My elderly mother phoned me about an hour ago. She was very shaken by what had occurred and I cannot reasonably explain how this happened.

A few days ago my mother called me and said she had misplaced her television remote control and could I come over to her house to look for it. She had combed the house top to bottom and she told me she had used it less than an hour before it went missing.

I went to her house only a few miles away and I too searched the house top to bottom,looking under the couch, under the bed and all other furniture, removing cushions, looking in cabinets, every flat surface, even looking in the refrigerator. To be clear I was extremely thorough. Finally I said the heck with it and went to the cable store and got her a new remote.

Fast forward to this morning. As I previously said my mother phoned me very shaken and kind of scared. She had fallen asleep on the couch last evening and when she awoke both the new remote and the missing remote were sitting on the coffee table side by side. That remote was not on that table when I searched a few days before nor when I went to her home a couple days after that for dinner.

My mom is of sound mind and so am I. I cannot for the life of me explain this.