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I am just writing it down. Just saying out loud about some facts that I cannot understand because…? Well maybe you have some theories. My dad is ecumenical and I’ve been encouraged to search for answers without restriction. I remember once I tried Buddhism, I had just read this book Sidarta from the German writer who got a Nobel literature prize. I walked there. It was so quiet. I thought nobody was there, when I get in they offered me water and unexpectedly it was electric ⚡️ never could explain that. Back at my room in my young 14 years I searched online and saw it was common but felt weird. I didn’t come back. I found this book on my home library called book of religions, amazed me so much. I started calling myself agnostic by then.

Do you wanna keep reading or just skip it ? Anyways just gonna share if someone wants me to.

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.

I had been working for the summer in Door County Wisconsin. 2,003 ish, I was in my early 40's. After work I would walk on a rocky wooded hillside trail I found along Lake Michigan. It goes along for about a 1/2 mile or so and then I would turn around and head back. I did this almost everyday. It was a beautiful area. You could see 50 yards or more through the woods and up the hillside. To the right a few steps was about a 20 foot drop to the lake shore. One day after I had turned around and was heading back I had this feeling like I was being watched. I turned slightly and looked up the hillside. There were dozens of men. All slightly spread out in different places standing solitary. They were all dressed as Frontiersman. White men and Native American men. Different ages. Some had walking sticks, some had guns. All stoic and just looking at me.

After a few short seconds I ran. I didn't feel haunted, just startled. This happened after 7 weeks of walking the trail. I had one more week of work before heading home and I decided to go back there and see if it happened again. I went everyday for 6 more days but didn't see anything again.

I have been holding onto this for 23 years. It feels good to share it. Thank you

Hi everyone, my name is Pedro. I want to share something that happened to me back in 2021 when I was 17 years old. I'm looking to see if anyone has ever experienced anything similar.

​First, I want to highlight that I have been seeing these kinds of entities since I was a child. To this day, I don’t know why I see them, but I’ve gotten used to it. It’s not something I want or look for; I can just be walking down the street, completely distracted, and suddenly I see an extremely strange being. Over time, I learned to simply ignore them and move on.

​But this one night was different. I used to stay up very late playing video games online with my girlfriend. One night, I stopped playing but stayed on the phone talking to her. I shared a bedroom with my brother, but he was a very heavy sleeper, so my talking didn’t disturb him at all.

​It was late into the night, around mid-dawn, while I was still on the phone, when I noticed a tall, dark entity standing in the corner of my room, facing the wall. As usual, I tried to just ignore it.

​Suddenly, the entity started walking towards me. At the time, I slept on the top bunk of a bunk bed. This being was so tall that it stood about 1.50 meters (nearly 5 feet) above my bed level. It stopped right next to me and just stared at me for a while. Usually, when I see these things, they just look at me and vanish. But this one felt imposing, completely different from anything else.

​Then, it spoke. It looked at me and said: "I am going to kill and destroy your entire family."

​Hearing that terrified me. I immediately started to pray, declaring that it wouldn’t happen. Right after that, the entity vanished like smoke.

​The reason this memory haunts me is what happened just a few days later. A sequence of terrible things hit my family: my parents officially separated for good, two of my dogs passed away, and my father had a severe accident at work where he almost lost his arm. So many bad things happened at once that, honestly, it makes me believe that what the entity said was connected to it.

​Has anyone ever encountered an entity that actually spoke or threatened you like this? How do you deal with the aftermath of experiencing this kind of thing involuntarily since childhood?

Back in 2018, I used to work late-night shifts. Around that time, we were also rebuilding our house, so my family temporarily moved into another home. My grandfather had passed away in January 2019, and it was an emotionally difficult period for all of us.
One night, I returned home from work at around 4:00 a.m. Nothing unusual had happened on the way home, but the moment I stepped inside the house, I felt that something was different. The atmosphere felt incredibly heavy, almost as if the energy around me had become dense. I felt an overwhelming sense of pressure. Thinking it was just stress from work, I ignored the feeling and started walking toward my room on the first floor.
Before going upstairs, I always checked on my grandmother, who slept on the ground floor. As I turned to look into her room, I was suddenly overcome by an intense feeling of fear. A shiver ran down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
Standing silently in the doorway was a tall black figure, around seven feet in height. It appeared to be covered from head to toe in a dark robe with a pointed hood. It wasn’t moving or making any sound it was simply standing there, watching.
My instincts took over, and I immediately ran upstairs. A few moments later, I forced myself to look toward my grandmother’s room again, but the figure had disappeared.
The experience left me completely shaken. I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes for the rest of the night. About a month later, my grandmother passed away peacefully in her sleep.
I have never forgotten what I saw that night. It remains one of the most unsettling experiences of my life, and I still cannot explain it.

few days ago I did Healing Soul Journey for a colleague of my sister that she works with.

she had anxiety, panic attacks, not sleeping properly - you know this kind of tired where person still smiles, still works, still answers messages, but you can feel the nervous system is chewing glass inside.

She asked me if we can look deeper. So we did. Through Zoom - she was in her bed - I assisted her to go into deep trance theta brainwave state where she could remember everything and her higher self guided her.

At one point her Higher Self took her to ancient Egypt.

she was shown as Akmana, around 30, priestess, linen clothes, dark hair, walking through stone market street. Some people were smiling at her and wanted to touch her, like they felt healing around her. Some people moved away, afraid, because she could read energy too clearly.

Not “mind reading” like movie. More like she could feel truth under people’s masks.

Then this black cloud came through the market.

It moved low, between feet, under doors, into cracks in stone. It was sucking energy from people. Nobody was screaming, nothing Hollywood. More creepy because it was quiet. Like life force being drained and ppl not understanding why they suddenly feel weak, heavy, scared.

And Akmana knew it was coming.

This part stayed with me because she did not attack it. No sword, no fight, no dramatic battle.

She opened to Source.

Light came through crown, into heart, then out from her right hand. The cloud could not handle it. It started breaking apart, like smoke in sun, and went back to its own dimension.

Her Higher Self said the simple thing:

Darkness cannot tolerate direct light. You don’t fight it. You shine.

And I keep thinking how much this applies to anxiety.

Because panic makes us fight everything.

Fight thoughts, symptoms, body, night, sleep, fear of fear etc.

And sometimes this fighting is exactly what keeps system activated. The human mind becomes like guard at temple gate, watching for danger all night. Of course body cannot sleep then. It thinks it is still protecting something.

In the session, Higher Self removed the root layers of anxiety and panic attacks it showed. Part was from this life, part was connected to this Egyptian life and the old duty of sensing darkness before it arrived.

That made so much sense. Some people are not “too sensitive.” They are sensitive without enough safety and recharge.

Later she was shown a small stone building outside the city, on energy portal. Energy was buzzing from the ground, fast and nourishing. Akmana used to go there to recharge.

This was another teaching:

Even priestess needed to recharge.

You can be spiritual, helpful, intuitive, loving, whatever. But if you treat body like rented donkey and never let it rest, the system will collapse sooner or later.

Neglect is not devotion.

Then she saw herself at the beginning of Earth, when there was mostly water. She was like tiny speck of light above the water, planting seed of energy that later became human form.

That part was beautiful. Very quiet.

Message was basically:

You are light first. Body is vessel. Human life is not punishment, it is experience.

I’m sharing because many ppl with anxiety think they are broken or weak. But sometimes anxiety is not weakness. Sometimes it is old alert system, old sensitivity, old memory, old duty still running in the body.

She slept eight hours that night, first time in months and her panic attacks vanished as per my sister's feedback few weeks later, she tapered off the meds with approval of her doctor

so the answer is not always more fighting.

Sometimes answer is:

bring light,

recharge properly,

stop guarding old doors,

and let Higher Self show what the fear is really protecting.

there is a small meditation from this session in comments, if someone want to try.

Mon amie m'a dit "j'ai un bad feeling".

Il faut savoir que ma voisine et moi habitons dans des appartements reculés du centre ville, près d'une forêt. On avait pour habitude de sortir le soir, lorsque nos parents n'étaient pas là, pour se balader plus près du centre ville. Ce soir-là, nos parents sont partis voir un concert au bord de la plage. Comme d'habitude on est sorties dehors en prévenant mon petit frère qu'on partait faire un tour.

Un peu après avoir dépassé le parking de notre résidence, ma voisine se tourne vers moi, un peu hésitante. Elle me dit "meuf j'ai un bad feeling là". Elle me dit ensuite que ça la rassurerait qu'on évite d'aller au stade ( là où on avait l'habitude de traîner quand on sortait ). Etant donné qu'elle et moi on croit à ce genre d'intuitions, on a décidé de se balader en évitant d'aller au stade.

Sur notre chemin, quand on a dû passer par la forêt, on a entendu plusieurs fois des petits mouvements dans des buissons. Mais sur le coup ça ne nous a pas trop alerté, justement on en rigolait parce qu'on se trouvait un peu paranoïaques à cause de ce fameux "bad feeling" . On a quand même décidé d'allumer le flash de nos téléphones pour mieux y voir.

On s'avançait petit à petit vers le centre ville donc l'environnement nous rassurait un peu plus. On a continué à marcher dans un lotissement jusqu'à croiser une Clio blanche au loin. Moi et ma voisine nous sommes cachées au cas où ça serait nos parents. La voiture a tourné vers le parking d'un lotissement donc on est sorties de notre cachette. Lorsqu'on a recommencé à marcher la voiture a fait demi-tour et s'est arrêtée à seulement quelques mètres de nous. Deux personnes en sont sorties ( une femme et un homme qui, dans la nuit, paraissaient agés ). La femme a plus particulièrement retenu notre attention, elle était visiblement très énervée et criait contre l'homme qui avait l'air de chercher partout quelque chose sur la route. A un moment elle a hurlé "mais comment les enfants vont pouvoir rentrer avec tout ce bordel !" Ce qui nous a alarmé puisqu'il était une heure du matin, et que personne ne viendrait récupérer plusieurs enfants aussi tard, surtout ici.

Là, la femme a commencé à entrer dans une colère noire. Elle fouillait partout dans la Clio, puis a jeté un carton au sol et l'a frappé pendant plusieurs minutes. C'est difficile à décrire mais elle se défoulait dessus avec une grande violence. Ma voisine et moi, qui étions restées plantées devant la scène, avons donc décidé de faire demi-tour.

Pour nous c'était la goutte de trop, le signe de trop, celui qui nous indiquait qu'il ne fallait vraiment pas qu'on sorte ce soir. On est rentrées presque en courant, sur le chemin du retour on entendait encore la femme crier et taper contre quelque chose qui, à notre avis, était la portière de sa voiture. Pendant qu'on rentrait ma voisine et moi avons essayé de rationaliser, mais on restait quand même terrifiées. La colère de cette femme est très dure a décrire, mais sur le moment ça nous avait glacé le sang à toutes les deux.

Quand on est rentrées chez nous on est parties voir mon petit frère, il nous a dit qu'il avait reçu un message de mon père qui nous informait qu'il allait rentrer d'ici cinq minutes. Ma voisine et moi on s'est directement regardées. À ce moment-là, on a compris toutes les deux que si on avait continué, nos parents seraient rentrés et se seraient rendus compte qu'on n'était pas là.

Aujourd'hui on continue de croire que ce mauvais pressentiment et toutes les choses qui nous ont ralenti sur le chemin étaient des signes qui nous poussaient à rentrer. Et on ne peut s'empêcher de penser qu'il nous serait possiblement arrivé quelque chose de grave si on avait décidé de quand même continuer. En tout cas depuis ce jour on s'est promis de toujours écouter notre instinct, et de ne jamais hésiter à dire quand on a ce "bad feeling", quitte à ce qu'on loupe une soirée.

Hi. This is my first time posting on Reddit, so I hope I'm in the right place.

I've wanted to share something that happened to me when I was very young. Honestly, I don't know if there's any proof left today, but I felt like I needed to write it down somewhere. I've never told anyone about this because I was always afraid people would think I was crazy, especially considering what happened and how young I was.

I'll try to explain everything as clearly as I can, even though some details have faded over the years. I was around seven years old when it all started.

For over a month, maybe even two, I experienced sleep paralysis almost every single night. At the time, I had no idea what sleep paralysis was. I just thought I was having nightmares.

At first, I woke my parents up every time it happened. After about a week, I stopped because I felt like I was bothering them. I just endured it in silence. Little by little, I became terrified of going to sleep and started feeling constantly anxious.

I shared a bedroom with my brother. My bed was positioned so that a dresser partially blocked the bedroom door.

Every single time I experienced sleep paralysis, I saw the exact same man.

Sometimes he would slowly open my bedroom door. Other times, he was already standing behind the dresser near the entrance. I could never make out his face. My bedroom was too dark, but I could clearly see his silhouette. His hair looked either very short or slicked back—I honestly couldn't tell—but nothing stuck out from his head. I couldn't see his eyes or any of his facial features. He would slowly walk around the dresser. He never climbed onto my bed. He would simply stop beside it, facing in my direction as if he was watching me.

Some nights he would get closer. Other nights he would simply stay at the edge of my bed.

Years later, I realized something I had never really paid attention to before: every single time I had one of these episodes, my bedroom door was actually open.

Sometimes I eventually managed to fall asleep anyway. I also often had the feeling that someone was breathing on me after I fell asleep, although I still don't know whether that was real or simply caused by fear.

Every morning, I kept everything to myself.

Back then, I loved searching through every corner of the house. In our bathroom, there was a mirrored medicine cabinet.

One day, for reasons I still can't explain, I felt an almost irresistible urge to look on top of it. It was stronger than me.

There were completely ordinary things up there, like towels, but there was also a key.

It was an old-fashioned key, one of those large metal keys you see in old houses.

The strange part is that nothing in my house used that type of key. Every door either used modern flat keys or didn't even have a keyhole. Even my bedroom door had no keyhole.

Directly across from my bedroom, there was an attic hatch in the hallway ceiling.

Nobody in my family ever went into that attic. We never stored anything there. It served absolutely no purpose.

When I looked up at the hatch, I noticed that it wasn't completely closed.

It was slightly open.

I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of fear. I still can't explain why, but just seeing it like that terrified me.

I didn't tell anyone about it. I simply put the key back exactly where I had found it.

Later that day, I wanted to tell my brother because he was the person I trusted the most. In the end, I decided not to. I was already asking him almost every night to check that nobody was standing by the bedroom door before we went to sleep, and I didn't want to bother him even more.

That night, I had sleep paralysis again.

I saw the same man.

The next day, I went back to look for the key because I wanted to know more.

It was gone.

I hadn't told anyone about it.

That's when I started becoming genuinely scared.

There's also something important you should know about my father.

We didn't have the best relationship, although I didn't really realize it at that age.

When I was little, he often made comments that implied I was somehow "connected" to certain things. He never said it directly. It was always through hints or vague remarks. And whenever I brought up anything related to the paranormal or spirituality, he would look at me in a strange way, almost as if I had just revealed a secret he had been keeping.

The strangest part is how everything ended.

One night, after another episode of sleep paralysis, I finally managed to get out of bed.

Normally, whenever I woke up during the night, I refused to go to the bathroom because I always had an awful feeling the moment I had to leave my room.

That night, I couldn't hold it anymore.

I was terrified, but I convinced myself it was only because of the fear caused by the sleep paralysis.

I walked past the dresser.

My heart was beating so hard that even now, while writing this, I can still feel that fear.

I opened my bedroom door.

Like every other night, the first thing I looked at was the attic hatch. From where I was standing, I couldn't tell whether it was open or closed, and part of me didn't even want to know.

I slowly walked to the corner of the hallway.

That's when I saw the top of his head.

Then his eyes.

It was the same man, standing at the top of my staircase.

The moment our eyes met, he stood up and started running toward me.

I immediately ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and spent the rest of the night there.

The next morning, my mother knocked because she needed to get ready. She asked me why I had slept in the bathroom.

I never had the courage to tell her what had happened.

From that night on, I never experienced sleep paralysis again.

Because of renovations over the years, I can no longer recreate what the house looked like back then, and the medicine cabinet where I found the key was eventually thrown away.

Even today, there are several things that still bother me.

I never found out what that key was for. When I eventually asked my mother about it, she told me we had never owned a key like that.

Years later, when I was around fifteen, my father admitted that he had practiced spiritism. He told me he had experienced what he described as visits to other "universes" for short periods of time. He also told me about the man who introduced him to those practices, someone he believed was extremely experienced. According to my father, after one séance that supposedly "went wrong," that man—who had practiced spiritism for years—took his own life the following day. My father never wanted to talk about it again after that.

To this day, he still regularly meditates or performs rituals that he says help protect his mind and keep his inner self at peace.

My mother, who is a very rational person, also told me a story about her own mother. My grandmother is deeply religious—to the point where she used to take me to church every Sunday when I was little. She claimed that, when she was younger and living in Portugal, she witnessed one of her friends becoming possessed. She said the person's body twisted into unnatural positions and they began speaking words that nobody could understand.

Finally, when I was around sixteen or seventeen, my best friend—who I considered my brother—and I tried to "communicate with a spirit." He also claimed to have experienced several strange events in his own house.

I won't go into every detail, but we both felt an intense cold that was only present on the chair beside us. The candle flame flickered at certain moments as though it were responding to our questions. My friend also had a device that was supposedly able to generate words linked to a spirit's presence. The words we received seemed to describe a soldier searching for someone.

I have no idea whether any of these events are connected.

I only know that, when I look back at everything together, it still deeply unsettles me.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. (Vid of the hallway in comment)

1. When I was a teenager, I used to read Tarot cards for my friends for free, just for fun. Sometimes I did readings when I was home alone, and in those moments I had this feeling that someone was nearby. One day, after school, I decided to take a short nap before volleyball practice. I was lying on the edge of the bed on my side and was almost falling asleep. Then, in my head, I heard a voice say: “don’t read Tarot.” I didn’t think of anything better than telling it to go away.
At that moment I opened my eyes and saw something in front of me, squatting and facing me. It was a bald being with pale, wrinkled skin. I remember large dark, reddened eyes and yellow rotten teeth. On its head there were literally about 20 long gray hairs. I actually generated an image of it, and if I can, I’ll attach it to the post. It looked terrifying. I don’t remember whether it said anything, but after that I closed my eyes and my body felt like it had been put into a washing machine and spun around.
When I opened my eyes again, it was gone, but everything was either bright white or bright red. At some point, the spinning stopped. I couldn’t see anything anymore—just darkness. I felt like I was in a cold place (like a cave). I could hear the sound of water droplets slowly falling onto something heavy. But the most terrifying thing was the scream of a woman. It was so loud and full of suffering that it was horrifying.
At that moment I realized I needed to try to open my eyes (it was very difficult), and I don’t remember how I managed to do it, but everything stopped. I showed my husband a picture of the creature, and he said it looked like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings, but I haven’t really watched it, so I don’t think that’s what my mind was influenced by. I still don’t know what it was, but it was terrifying.
2. The second experience was more traumatic for me. I messed up my sleep schedule and decided to stay awake for a full day to reset it, but I couldn’t hold out and around 1 PM I decided to take a nap for a couple of hours. I was lying on my stomach, my cat was next to me, and I slowly started drifting off.
Suddenly, I felt like someone was hugging me—a warm, pleasant, enveloping embrace. But then it hit me that I was home alone and no one could be hugging me. Around the same time, I heard a voice. It was neither male nor female, but very familiar. It was speaking in a strange language I didn’t recognize, but somehow I felt like I understood it.
I got scared and started trying to remember any prayer I could. At that moment, the voice turned into a scream—one I had never heard in my life. Honestly, it was so terrifying it felt like it was coming straight from hell. I somehow managed to get up and sit on the bed; my cat was just calmly looking at me. And right then I blacked out. I’m such a coward that I would normally have run to the neighbors immediately, but instead I just lost consciousness, as if all my energy had been drained.
I’m very impressionable, so after that I slept with the lights on for a while and kept seeing silhouettes around the house, but eventually it passed. (By the way, I also went to a fortune-telling grandmother once—this is quite common in Russia—and she said there was a demon inside me. But honestly, she herself looked like she had one inside her.)
I eventually stopped thinking about it and just moved on with my life.
What do you think could have been happening? Was it something paranormal or just my imagination? Has anything like this ever happened to you?
I don’t have any diagnosed mental or psychological issues. Everything happened in the same apartment. And when my husband lived with me there, he suffered from very intense sleepwalking episodes—sometimes they were so disturbing that they made me cry and panic (it really scared me). When we moved out, the sleepwalking stopped.
Thanks to everyone who read this.

I don't really believe in ghosts, so I'm trying to stay logical here, but the last couple of months have been really weird and I honestly don't know what to think.

For around 2 months, my parents have been hearing a strange noise almost every night around 11 PM. It sounds exactly like someone is throwing small stones or dirt at our outdoor AC unit from outside. On 17/06/2026, I heard it myself for the first time. It happened around 11 PM and this time it came three times. We immediately checked outside, but there was nobody there, no animals, and no debris around the AC. The AC has already been checked by a repair technician, so it doesn't seem to be coming from inside it.

At first I ignored everything, but then my dad reminded me that after we moved into this government-allotted ground-floor flat, every Tulsi plant he tried to grow dried up. We had a Tulsi plant at our old house for years without any issues. Other plants grow here, but according to my parents, flowers and vegetables don't grow well. I know that could just be a soil issue, so I'm not treating that as proof of anything.

Because of all this, my dad called a local pandit. Personally, I wasn't convinced and felt like he was trying to scare us. He performed a few rituals but didn't really say much at the time.

Another incident happened 3 days ago. Around 6 AM, while my whole family was sleeping, we suddenly heard the same noise again, except this time it was MUCH louder. It literally sounded like someone threw a handful of stones and dirt at the AC. The impact was so loud that the AC actually shook, and the water droplets that had formed on it flew onto us. It woke all of us up instantly. We all ran outside expecting to find something, but once again there was nobody there, no dirt, no pebbles, nothing. Later that morning, while I was checking the AC, I noticed a few dents on the outside of it. I honestly don't know if they were already there or if they're related.

Later, the pandit accidentally left some of his books at our house. He came back around 7 PM to collect them, and before leaving he said, "That thing will attack you." I honestly thought he was just trying to scare us and didn't take him seriously.

Then, around 10 PM that same night, my aunt was washing her face when she suddenly screamed, saying something invisible slapped her twice and grabbed her hand. She was crying, shaking, and said her cheek and hand hurt. Even afterward, her right cheek felt warmer than the other one, and she complained that her hand was still hurting where she felt it had been grabbed.

I'm not saying this is paranormal. I'm genuinely looking for logical explanations first because I don't normally believe in ghosts. Has anyone experienced something similar or have any ideas about what could explain these events?

It was nighttime, and my family was driving down the road. I looked up at the road signs, and something immediately felt wrong. The signs weren't lighting up from the car's headlights like they normally do, even though everything else around them was illuminated.
It was almost as if the headlights were shining past the signs instead of reflecting off them.
Then, in a single instant, everything snapped back to normal. The signs suddenly lit up exactly the way they were supposed to, with no gradual change at all. It looked like a video game was loading textures or lighting or something. Now this is extremely scary so like if any of you know what that could possibly be or if it like a brain illusion or something, please let me know

TLDR: My friend was terrorized by a demonic wolf as a child. Last summer it returned and caused a lot of seemingly supernatural occurrences, including potential digital haunting, auditory/visual/tactile hallucinations/apparitions, recurring nightmares, losing control of his body, paralysis, self-harm, xenoglossia, aversion to holy symbols, and a bizarre connection to Norse gods, eventually culminating in an amateur smudging and "exorcism."

A couple things to preface this post:

I will refer to my friend (M22) as T from here on out. A lot of this is not my firsthand experience, but I was present for and heavily involved in most of the latter half of this story. Furthermore, I am not going to claim that it was a possession as per the rules, nor do I think that it reached the point of full possession. I am Catholic, so I am familiar with the guidelines for what constitutes a possession and it is missing some key aspects. Personally, I would classify it as demonic oppression. That being said, some of those criteria are present, so I will leave it up to discussion. This is going to be long, but that's because there were a lot of events and context. I will do my best to be concise and format it neatly.

Context:

When T was younger, there was a long period of time where he was plagued every other night by the appearance of an entity in his bedroom. He would see a huge wolf head emerge from the shadows high on the wall of his room. Imagine a mounted hunting trophy, but still alive and animated. It had shaggy, jet black fur, glowing yellow eyes, and it acted as you would expect a real wolf to act, sniffing the air and looking around. The wolf almost always appeared in the same spot, just emerging as a head. There were, however, a couple times where it appeared closer to him or reached it's claws out, causing him to run out of his room.

The most alarming part is that it spoke to him. It would stare him down and project words into his mind as he laid there in bed, terrified. Often, it would ask him to do certain malicious things, promising boons in return. I don't think these ever reached the point of murder or anything at that level, but it influenced him to be cruel to the people around him. On several occasions, he actually would receive an unexplainable reward the day after he followed it's orders. Maybe he would ace a test he didn't study for and expected to fail, or he would suddenly be able to run much faster than normal.

Eventually, as he grew older, made friends, and adjusted a bit more, it happened less and less until he stopped seeing the wolf entirely. It became something of a legend within our friend group. He is a skeptical person and has never really given much thought to the paranormal, so he was never sure if it was actually some sort of demon, or maybe just a weird recurring dream or mental disorder. That was until last summer, when the main reason I'm making this post occurred.

The First Night

T and I were working together at a national park for a seasonal job, and there was one night that we were having a bit of a party with some friends. We had gone to a dispensary and gotten some micro dose mushroom tabs (God knows what was in them), and at some point in the night we took one each as well as a healthy amount of weed and alcohol. It's important to note that other than the events I'm about to describe, neither of us experienced any hallucinations from the tabs, nor did anyone else who took them. We felt high for a while, but it did not noticeably affect us beyond that.

At some point in the night, T and I got in a rather heated argument, which culminated in me leaving him alone in our room as I went to go find the rest of our friends. Over the next hour he called me and left voicemails a few times, which I did not notice until later, and he eventually came down and found me. At this point, he told me what happened.

From his recollection, he was laying in bed when suddenly the lights in the room turned off on their own (and I can confirm they were in fact turned off). The shadows coalesced into the top corner of the wall and ceiling next to the door, and the wolf emerged for the first time in 10 years. However, this time it didn't stop at its head. Its full body pulled itself out of the wall, so big that it had to contort itself to even fit in the room. It stared at him for a while before reaching its claws out and strangling him. It was during this time that he left me the voicemails, telling me the wolf was back and begging for help. I still have those recordings, but I don't think they really prove anything and it's pretty heartbreaking to listen to, so I don't intend to attach them. He was stuck like that for a bit until he came to the realization that it was his own arms choking him, and he managed to pull himself out of bed and flee the room.

One of the more unexplainable things happened later in the night after we tried to console him for a while and we eventually returned to our room, shaken up. At some point he opened his camera roll and freaked out after seeing that the three most recent images were AI generated "drawings" of what was very obviously the wolf he saw. It was very clearly a more dated model as they had the kind of dream-like oddity that older AI images have. He didn't have any idea or recollection as to how they came to be on his phone, but he does have a history of AI usage with D&D character concepts and things of that nature, so it was not completely out of the question that he somehow did it in that span of an hour without realizing. However, the weirdest detail was found in the metadata of the images. Apparently, the images were generated using an AI app he never had on his phone and were dated as having been created almost two weeks in the future. I still don't know how that would be possible. I would attach said images if I could find them, but I deleted them from my phone a while ago as looking at them made me feel ill, and I can't find them in any chat log I had with people I showed them to. As far as I know, they're lost, which is a shame as they provided something tangible to all this. AI images can also easily be faked though, so you'd have to take my word for it either way.

Supernatural Occurrences

After that night, things quickly went downhill, as the next couple of weeks he was plagued by physical illness and a variety of bizarre experiences. The first was a few days after the wolf first appeared. It was late in the evening, and T was making the long drive through the park back from town. He was about 20-30 minutes away from home in the middle of the woods when he suddenly had to stop, as a large black wolf walked out into the middle of the road. It was carrying a dead fox in its mouth, and it sat itself in front of T's car and stared at him for around a minute. During this time, T could feel something panting down the back of his neck, though he did not turn around as he was probably shitting his pants. Eventually, the wolf walked off into the woods and he promptly sped back home. There was no one else in the car to verify the objectivity of that experience, but it's worth noting that wolves are native to that area.

A few days later, we were hanging out in a friend's room when T started to feel and act off. He said that he kept hearing the sound of crows flying into the window and crushing themselves. It was unclear how he knew they were crows, but he said he could just tell. A bit later in the night we were planning on painting, so we had some paper and paint set out. All of a sudden, in what was very clearly not acting of his own accord, he grabbed a tube of black paint and squirted it all over a piece of paper. Like he was in a trance, he frenziedly smeared the paint around with his fingers until it formed a recognizable wolf head. Then just as quickly he came to, confused at what just happened until he looked down and saw what he did. He didn't have any recollection of doing it, and he couldn't bring himself to look at it for long. I believe they took it outside and burnt it.

We had a couple of friends who were interested in the occult and things of a spiritual nature, so they of course took interest in helping T and figuring out what was going on. At one point, while they were shopping at Walmart, the friend instructed T to smell a bundle of sage without telling him what it was or what it was supposed to do. Upon handling and smelling the sage, T felt extreme anxiety and panic. This only went away when he thought about violence and carnage, despite not wanting to think about those things. Make of that what you will.

Over the course of this period, T started having recurring nightmares about being violently eaten alive. In many of his other seemingly unrelated dreams, he would notice a menacing shadowy figure watching him and occasionally repeating a phrase in a foreign language. During this time, he told us that he felt like the name of the being was Gnaw, which would have relevance later. I haven't been able to find any references to that name, so I'm curious to see if it means something to anyone.

Norse Connection

All of this came to a head one night, maybe a week and a half later. T called in sick from work once again and I was closing. Around 10 PM, he began texting me nonstop, saying that he needed help and he couldn't move. I asked our friend to check on him before leaving work early. Once we calmed him down and got him in a more normal state of mind, he told us what happened. He said that a couple hours before he texted, he was lying in bed when he began to hear a horde of demonic sounding voices arguing over which parts of his body to devour first. As this was happening, he lost control of his limbs, leaving him paralyzed in his bed. His arms and legs moved out of his control and he felt nothing but pain in them. Eventually he fell asleep, and he dreamed of a crowd of hooded figures chanting that same phrase from his previous dreams. After a couple of hours of this, he managed to wake up and move enough to text me for help.

This time, however, he managed to make out and remember the phrase that was being chanted. He texted it to me as he didn't want to say it out loud.

"Fartoyet er nesten klart, fader Loke."

This phrase is Norwegian, and translates to "The vessel is almost ready, father Loki."

This obviously freaked both of us out. T has Scandinavian ancestry. Despite this, he does not know a lick of Norwegian, nor has he ever tried to learn it. Furthermore, when he texted it to me, he spelled it in a very specific way that was almost perfect to the Norwegian spelling. This was bizarre enough on its own, but upon doing more research I noticed a disturbing connection: in Norse mythology, Loki is the father of Fenrir, a monstrous wolf who is destined to bring about the apocalypse. Fenrir is often depicted as being large and black, with piercing yellow eyes. I really have no idea what to make of this, so any insight would be appreciated. That being said, I think the implications of the chant are pretty straightforward, and definitely didn't bode well.

The "Exorcism"

Later that night, our friends decided we should try and burn sage to drive the spirit away. As I said earlier, I'm Catholic, so I was really not excited about an amateur pagan ritual being performed in my bedroom. However, T is my best friend, so I didn't have much of a choice but to support him. They placed lines of salt by the window and door, drew crosses and "protection sigils" on pieces of paper around the room, and had T lie on his bed as they burned bundles of sage. At first, not much happened. However, T began to get agitated and uncomfortable after being exposed to the sage for a bit. At some point he seemed to lose control of his faculties, as he began struggling on the bed, attempting to bang his head against the wall, and trying to choke himself. We had to hold him down so he didn't get hurt. This continued for a while, during which time the fire on the sage continuously put itself out. At one point, T grabbed a handful of the paper crosses and ripped them up. He chanted that Norwegian phrase out loud for the first time, as well as quoting word for word the Book of Revelations: specifically Revelations 13:1, speaking about standing upon the sands of the sea and seeing a seven headed beast rise up out of the water. At one point, he began to make a strange animalistic noise that I can only describe as growling while drawing out the word "gnaw."

At some point, he calmed back down and that was kind of the end of it. I didn't get the impression that it left or was defeated, but since then T hasn't experienced anything of that nature. I had an experience where I saw the spirit a couple weeks later, but I was tripping at the time so I think many of you would probably disregard it. If anyone is interested however, I can expand on that.

As I said at the beginning, I do not think it reached the point of possession, though it seems that is where it was headed. I entirely recognize the possibility that it could have been caused by a dormant mental disorder that was reignited by him trying that mushroom tab. However, a lot of the details and events as well as some of the more unexplainable things like speaking Norwegian, quoting the Bible (which he hasn't read), and the weird AI pictures personally lead me to believe that it was demonic in nature. I am curious to see what you guys think, if anyone managed to make it to the end.

Adding more to my previous publication, I have always tried to speak up to create awareness of the vampires living around us. As I said before that they use syringes to draw blood nowadays, I always find puncture wounds around my neck and shoulder area that might look like pimples. Vampires are the lowest of the food chain who think that they can get away with tormenting humans since they can't defend themselves against spells and magic. They use astral projections to control your family to behave in a inhuman way. Mine was completely destroyed. My mother fell off from the balcony of our apartment and my father left us when we were kids. My mom miraculously survived but had to undergo a major surgery on her spine to live with rest of her life.

I always check for puncture wounds on my mom's neck and feel helpless when I find it.

Vampires are real and they live amongst us. They are the predators of human beings.

I’ve written about these two experiences elsewhere as comments in different posts, but I felt the need to share them here as one complete post. And warning ahead of time, this will be quite long.

The first experience I had was when I was five and my brother was four. I need to explain the way this room was laid out as it’s important to understand the events that followed.

My brother and I shared a room, my bed was on the right and his bed was on the left side of the room. There was only one window and that faced my brother’s bed at the back wall. Our mom’s room was several feet away to the left and before where my brother’s bed was. There was absolutely nothing but woods when you looked outside our bedroom window. No lights, nothing but dense trees and darkness as far as the eye could see and no roads anywhere in those woods.

One night, very late into the night, I’m awaken by this ball of light on the wall facing me, to the left of the window. This light was not like what you would see from a flashlight or a car headlight. It was perfectly round, glowing bluish white and in a perfectly round ball. For as bright as this light was, it didn’t immediately make the entire room light up, nor did it cast any shadows like you would expect a light that bright should have if it shone on the other objects in the wall.

Quick note-about two weeks ago, I randomly watched a video about a guy who also encountered a light that he described exactly like this-incredibly bright but didn’t cast any light onto anything else or cast any shadows. And no lie, all the hairs on my arms and neck rose up when he said that because it was exactly what I saw too.

This light started to get a little bit larger and it started slowly moving around the room. Now, I’m a little kid and even if I was adult seeing this in my bedroom in the middle of the night, it would have scared the shit out of me. But two weird things happen next.

Despite my brother being several feet away, I was yelling for him to wake up, and he would not wake up. Any time in the past if something scared me in the middle of the night and I yelled for my mom, she’d instantly be there. But despite both our door and her bedroom door a few feet away being open, she also did not come when I called her. The next thing I know, this light gets bigger and bigger and bigger until all I could see was nothing but this white light.

The next thing I know, it’s morning time. I tried to explain to my mom what happened but she said she never heard me calling for her in the middle of the night.

Fast forward about 15 years. My brother and I are hanging out and we’re talking about the weirdest experiences we ever had and up until this day I thought I was the only one who experienced this. No. My brother had the exact same experience.

Except that when he looked at me that and started screaming for me to wake up, but all he saw was me still sound asleep. So while we both had this same experience, we both experienced trying to scream to get the other to wake up and to both of us it looked like the other couldn’t hear and we remained asleep.

Fast forward again to when I’m 34. I worked in a town that I’ll call M and lived in a town called R. To get home from work every night, I had to take an hour long bus from M to R. While on the bus, my roommate Elizabeth was already on it so we took the ride back home together. We got off and started walking home together.

Now the road that branches off to the one we were living on was fairly busy. It had a McDonalds, a 7-11, gas station and a fair bit of regular traffic. As we’re walking home it’s early evening but the sun was still very much out.

When we got just about to the street before our street, I remembered that I needed to stop at the store first so I told Elizabeth to go on ahead and I’ll be there in a few minutes.

The next thing I know, I’m looking up from lying on the street. It’s dark out and there’s a group of people around me that found me unconscious on this same road but a few blocks back from my street. I had already walked past these other roads when I was walking back with my roommate. I was absolutely terrified, I had no idea what was going on. They told me to just stay calm, they called 911 for me and they’d be there soon.

When the cops asked me what happened I said that I truly didn’t know. They asked me if I knew where I was. Despite being a block away from my house, nothing looked familiar. I thought I was still in town M that I worked in. I didn’t remember the bus ride with Elizabeth or what happened after that.

When these people found me unconscious, it was 5 hours later. I had five hours of completely missing time.

I went to hospital. I had a ton of tests run. I hadn’t had a seizure. There wasn’t a single thing medically wrong with me. Except that my memory, for weeks afterwards was EXTREMELY fucked up. It took me weeks to remember the bus ride back with Elizabeth and the whole walking home until I decided to run to the store first. But over ten years later, I have no idea what happened in those five hours. And where I was found in the road wasn’t in some dark, out of the way ditch. It was under a streetlight, on the road, right next to where cars would be driving by. Which is why these people stopped to help me, because they didn’t know if I had gotten hit by a car but where I was laying, it would’ve been very easy for someone to potentially run me over while I was laying on the ground.

One amusing thing about this is that I was listening to music right before I lost consciousness and the last song I was listening to was a slipknot song and the lyrics are “I will remember before I forget” l which is completely ironic considering how much I couldn’t remember what happened and how severely impacted my short term memory was after this happened.

I still don’t know what happened in those 5 hours. I don’t think I really want to either.

If you made it through this whole novel, I deeply appreciate it! Thank you!

I’ve never posted on here before but I think this would be a good place to ask for help. So last night I was sleeping on the phone with my girlfriend when i woke up and there was a dark figure standing next to my bed looking at either her or me. as Soon as I saw it darted off it’s now the next day and I feel like I’ve been being watched. idk if I’m just paranoid or what. I have NEVER been this scared in my life and would really appreciate some advice on how to make it go away.

Hi,

I wanted to share something about vampires. I know that most people wouldn't agree to this but they are real. I have seen vampires drinking from my family and friends right in front of me and I stood there helpless unable to protect them. I am sure 90 percent of the world's population have encountered a vampire attack but they dont remember it because they use spells and black magic to erase of their memories from humans inorder for vampires species to survive.

They also have an ability to do astral projections and project into human bodies and make them do inhuman acts like murder, crimes and evil things. I believe my family and previous generations have been targeted by vampires through years. I will tell you a story of my great grandfather. He was a common man in my village. He was walking in the woods when he saw a huge wooden log lying on the ground. He at first thought that it must have fallen off from the tree. He took a small stick and tried to poke it when it suddenly moved and took a form of a huge snake. I am not sure of it bit him but he came home with high fever and passed away leaving my grandmother who was very small at that time.

Over years my family has lost money, fallen sick and had frequent quarrels at home. Whenever my mom and dad tried to save some money it got always robbed. We always had frequent visitors in home trying to hide something in our wardrobe which we wouldn't remember then since they used spells to erase our memories. But somehow I am remembering everything now.

Now they use syringes and injections to draw blood from people and then erase their memories. I frequently fall ill due to unknown reasons and have been hospitalized multiple times. I am writing this not to gain attention, but to make people aware so that they can protect their families. I have lost a lot in my life including my career due to vampires and I totally loathe them. I wish my message reaches to more and more people.

These vampires live like normal people right next to us and look like real human beings but it is all a disguise in order to survive. For them humans are just food and thing to be kept as food. They drain humans to the point they loose their sanity and are on pills their entire life to survive.

It has taken me a lot of courage to write this. But I wish there are forces in place that can protect humans and families like mine. I am on pills to keep me functioning and it takes a lot for me to function like a normal person when I see evil around me thriving.

With the giving situation going on in the world I am sure there is a greater evil in play and I pray for peace.

I will have more to write and will keep on exposing them

I'm leaving this here because I don't really know how else to document it.

I've been trying for days to make sense of what's happening, and I honestly don't know if this is some kind of mental breakdown or if something is actually wrong.

I'm an archaeologist. For years I've studied disappearances and strange sites that usually get explained away as local legends, accidents, or misread patterns. Sometimes I've come across things that didn't fully fit, but I always tried to rationalize them one way or another… even if it never felt completely right.

About two months ago I followed a set of records that led me to a remote forest area in Michoacán, Mexico. There were old references to an opening between rocks that kept showing up across different testimonies. I eventually found it.

At first it just looked like a normal cave. There was water running through parts of the tunnel and strange reflections on the walls, but I didn't think much of it at the time. The deeper I went, the more wrong it started to feel. The walls were covered in something like coral, and a kind of wet moss. Both were glowing. The colors were… I don't even know how to describe them properly. Blues, greens, purples. It didn't feel natural. Or maybe it did and I'm misremembering it. There were frogs too. A lot of them.

I don't even really know why I kept going. It's not the first time I've ended up in situations where continuing forward feels like the only option in the moment, even if later I can't really explain why. I have no idea how long I was inside. I completely lost track of time. When I finally decided to go back, the entrance wasn't there anymore. I know how that sounds, but that's what happened. When I saw a light in the distance, I just assumed the only logical thing was to keep going and exit from the other side.

Even with everything I had already seen, I was still trying to find some kind of structure behind it. Something that would make it fit. I even remember feeling relieved when I finally got out, like there would be some kind of explanation waiting… but there wasn't. Or not in any way I can really make sense of now.

I know this sounds made up. I would probably think the same if I read it from the outside.

Some people found me afterwards. They seem to be part of a very tight-knit community, almost more like an organized structure than a normal group. I'm not even sure if “commune” or something like a cult is the right word for it. There are men who wear robes who meet with them regularly. I've only been here a few weeks, but they keep coming back as if it's scheduled.

What bothers me isn't really their presence, it's the way they react to what I tell them. It's not curiosity, and it's not exactly surprise either. It's more like they're confirming something they already expected.

It's hard to explain properly, but they give the impression of knowing more than they actually say. I've started thinking this might not be isolated, that there could be others in similar situations… but I don't have any way to confirm that.

I'm not doing this in secret. In fact, they approved me posting it. They say I might eventually have to “present” or explain certain things that happen here, though I don't really understand what that means. It wasn't said clearly, more like mentioned in passing, so I might be interpreting it wrong.

I'm confused, but not in a way where I feel out of control. More like I'm trying to fit what I experienced in that place with what's happening now… and so far it doesn't really fit together.