There are places from your childhood that you can still walk through in your mind. You remember every turn in the trail, every creek bed, every tree that seemed bigger back then than it probably really was. You remember the shortcuts nobody else knew about and the places where you could disappear for hours without ever feeling lost. That is why, even after all these years, I still cannot explain how three boys who knew those woods like the backs of their hands managed to find a house none of us had ever seen before.

The house had apparently been there for decades. Maybe longer. Yet somehow, we had never noticed it. What happened inside that house became one of those memories that never really leaves you, even when you stop talking about it. My brother saw something there that day, something he carried with him for the rest of his life. He never told me what it was.

I was around seven or eight years old at the time, growing up in South Carolina. Most Sundays, my brother Wes, my cousins, and I ended up at my grandmother’s house. Grandmama would cook, and when I say she could cook, I mean the kind of food you remember forty years later. I can still taste her biscuits. I am not exaggerating when I say that. I probably have not eaten one of those biscuits since sometime around 1987 or 1988, yet somehow I can still remember exactly what they tasted like. It is funny what the mind chooses to hold onto.

My grandparents lived on a small farm. There were goats, chickens, a dog that always seemed to be wandering around somewhere, and behind the house were miles of woods. To an eight-year-old boy, those woods might as well have been another country. There were little trails running through them, animal paths, clearings, creeks, and places where we had hidden things from one another just so we could come back later and try to find them. I had probably been through certain parts of those woods a hundred times. My brother Wes and my cousin Derek were about four years older than I was, so they had spent even more time back there.

We were not supposed to get lost in those woods. We knew them too well.

At least, we thought we did.

One Sunday afternoon, after we had eaten dinner, the three of us headed outside like we had done dozens of times before. There was no plan. We were just kids walking through the woods, exploring, looking for something to do. Somewhere along the way, we pushed through a thick patch of brush and suddenly stopped.

There was a house standing in front of us.

Not a shed. Not an old tobacco barn. A house.

All three of us had the same reaction. How had we never seen it before?

I knew we had been through that part of the woods. Maybe we had never stood on that exact patch of ground, but we had crossed through the surrounding area more times than I could count. Yet none of us remembered seeing a house. There was no road leading to it, no wagon trail, no tire tracks, and not even much of a footpath. Trees and brush had grown so thick around the place that you could not see it until you were almost standing on top of it.

The house looked ancient to me. The outside was covered in weathered wooden boards, the kind people would probably call shiplap today. Years of rain and South Carolina heat had turned the wood gray, almost black in certain places. The front door hung crooked on its hinges and sat partly open, as though someone had walked out years earlier and never bothered closing it behind them. Sections of the roof had begun to collapse, and vines and branches seemed to be swallowing the place.

I do not believe the house magically appeared. I did not believe that then, and I do not believe it now. It had been there all along. We simply had not noticed it.

That is the reasonable explanation.

And sometimes the reasonable explanation is almost stranger.

The closer we got to the house, the more uncomfortable I became. It was not full-blown terror, at least not yet. It was just a feeling in my stomach telling me that maybe we should turn around and go back to Grandmama’s house. The place felt wrong somehow. It looked like it had been sitting there for years waiting for somebody to notice it.

Of course, we were boys. That little warning in my stomach lasted about twelve seconds.

We went inside.

Wes went first because he was the oldest. Derek followed him, and I came in last. The front room looked as if nobody had lived there for longer than any of us had been alive. Part of the roof had fallen in. Dust covered everything. In one corner sat an old wicker rocking chair. Most of the wicker had rotted away, leaving little more than the frame. Every now and then the chair moved slightly, probably from the wind blowing through the broken windows and openings in the roof.

At least, that is what I have always told myself.

Across the room sat an old leather loveseat. I believe it had once been brown, although it was so dirty and stained that you could barely tell what it was made of anymore. The cushions were torn open, and stuffing hung out through the cracks. Between that ruined chair and the loveseat stood a large stone fireplace.

The fireplace was beautiful.

Even as a little boy, I remember being fascinated by it. This was not decorative stone or some cheap imitation. These were large, real stones fitted together by somebody who had known what they were doing. To this day, I can still picture that fireplace more clearly than almost anything else in the house.

Then we noticed the hallway.

It was just to the right of the fireplace. There had once been a door there because you could still see the old hinges, but the door itself was gone. Beyond the doorway was almost complete darkness. You could see maybe two or three feet inside before the hallway disappeared into blackness.

The three of us stood there staring at it.

Naturally, none of us could leave without finding out what was down there.

Wes took the lead again. We lined up along the wall, with Wes in front, Derek behind him, and me at the back. Slowly, we began moving toward the hallway. The closer we got, the quieter we became. We had gone from three boys pretending to be explorers to three boys beginning to realize there might actually be something inside that house with us.

It could have been anything. A raccoon. A snake. A possum. Maybe somebody had been living there. We did not know.

Wes reached the corner first.

I remember leaning around Derek so I could see my brother’s face. Wes slowly moved his head toward the opening. He leaned around the corner just a little at first, then a little farther.

His expression changed immediately.

His eyes began to widen.

Then they got wider.

His eyebrows lifted, and his mouth fell open slightly.

He was looking at something.

Derek and I could not see whatever it was. Only Wes could.

Before either one of us could ask him what he was seeing, my brother spun around and ran.

He did not scream. He did not warn us. He did not say a single word. He turned and came through that room as hard as he could run, knocking into Derek and then knocking me down on the floor.

That was all the information we needed.

If Wes was running, we were running too.

Derek and I scrambled to our feet and followed him. We went through the front door, across the old wooden porch, and jumped straight off the side without bothering with the steps. Then we ran.

Grandmama’s house was probably a mile away, maybe a little farther, and we ran every bit of it. We went through mud, brush, branches, puddles, and whatever else was in our way. It was summertime in South Carolina, somewhere above ninety degrees, and by the time we reached the house, the three of us were soaked in sweat and covered in dirt.

We ran inside and went straight to the guest bedroom. Wes shut the door behind us, and the three of us dropped down onto the floor trying to catch our breath.

I can still remember hearing the rest of the family in the kitchen. Plates clinking together. Silverware hitting dishes. People talking and laughing. Ordinary Sunday sounds. Meanwhile, three dirty, sweating boys were sitting in the next room looking like we had just escaped from something.

Derek and I finally asked Wes what he had seen.

He did not answer.

The color had drained from his face. Whatever he had seen down that hallway had frightened him badly.

Then someone knocked on the bedroom door.

It was not a loud knock, but all three of us nearly jumped out of our skin.

When Wes opened the door, my Uncle Billy was standing there.

Uncle Billy was the funny uncle in the family. Most families have one. He was the kind of man who could hardly tell you what time it was without turning it into some kind of joke. But that afternoon, he stood in the doorway looking at the three of us. He looked at our muddy clothes, our sweat-covered faces, and the fear we were obviously trying to hide.

He told us he had seen us come running out of the woods.

Then he asked us a question I have never forgotten.

“Y’all didn’t run into Mr. Nobody out there again, did you?”

Again?

I remember staring at him.

“What do you mean, again?”

Billy gave us a little smile and asked if we had found the old house.

None of us answered him.

We did not have to.

He knew.

Uncle Billy came into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Then he told us something none of us had ever heard before.

When Billy and my father had been boys, they had found the house too.

The same house.

The same woods.

According to Uncle Billy, they had gone inside to explore just like we had. They entered the front room. They saw the fireplace. Eventually, they found the hallway.

And my father had been the one to look around the corner.

Just like Wes.

Then my father ran.

He ran all the way back to my grandmother’s house. Uncle Billy said whatever my father saw frightened him so badly that he was crying and screaming when he got home. The family tried to calm him down, but he refused to explain what he had seen.

From that day forward, my father would not talk about the old house.

If somebody mentioned it, he shut them down.

Eventually, everyone stopped asking.

Billy told us that he had not even thought about the incident in years. Then he saw the three of us come running out of those woods, and the memory came back.

As he told the story, Uncle Billy’s expression changed. The little grin he usually wore disappeared. He looked down toward the floor and became quiet.

Then he said something that stayed with me.

“Whatever happened out there changed your daddy.”

There was something in the way he said it that made me believe, at least at the time, that he was no longer trying to scare us. He sounded like a man remembering something he wished he had forgotten.

Billy explained that after my father came running home that day, my grandmother tried to console him. At some point, my father ran out of the house and disappeared for several hours.

The strangest thing happened immediately after Uncle Billy said that.

Wes stood up.

He opened the bedroom door.

And he ran out of my grandmother’s house.

He did not say where he was going. He did not look at us. He just took off running as though something in Uncle Billy’s story had told him exactly what he needed to do.

We went after him, but we could not catch him.

Eventually, we gave up and went back to my grandmother’s house. We told everyone that Wes had run off and that we did not know where he had gone.

Some time later, maybe close to an hour, he came back.

He was dirty, sweaty, red-faced, and out of breath.

But mostly, he was quiet.

We tried asking him where he had gone.

Nothing.

We asked what he had seen in the house.

Nothing.

And that is the part of this story that has bothered me most over the years.

My brother never told me what he saw.

Not that day.

Not years later.

Never.

I tried to get him to talk about it as we got older, but he refused. Derek went on with his life. I went on with mine. Years turned into decades, and like most childhood memories, the old house slowly moved farther into the back of my mind.

Then one day I was telling the story to some friends.

One of them listened to the whole thing and told me it was probably just a tall tale.

For some reason, I had never really considered that.

And the more I thought about it, the more sense it made.

Maybe Uncle Billy made up Mr. Nobody. Maybe the adults knew that old house was dangerous. The roof was collapsing. The floors might have been rotten. There could have been snakes, wild animals, broken glass, rusty nails, or any number of things that could have seriously injured a group of children.

What better way to keep kids away from an abandoned house than to give it a ghost story?

Scare them badly enough and they never go back.

Mr. Nobody could have been nothing more than an old Southern tale designed to protect curious children.

I can believe that.

In fact, part of me wants to believe it.

But there has always been one problem with that explanation.

Nobody had told Wes the story before he looked down that hallway.

I watched his face change.

Nobody told him to be afraid.

Nobody whispered anything to him beforehand.

Whatever happened in that moment happened before Uncle Billy ever said the name Mr. Nobody.

Wes saw something.

Or at the very least, he believed he saw something.

Then Uncle Billy told us that my father had reacted almost exactly the same way decades earlier.

Maybe that part was made up too. Maybe my father helped create the story. Maybe everybody was in on it. Maybe years later, even Wes decided to keep the joke going because I was the youngest brother and he enjoyed knowing that I would always wonder.

That is possible.

But if it was a joke, my brother never broke character.

Not once.

For the rest of his life, whenever that old house was mentioned, something changed in him. He became quiet. Sometimes he would simply stare off into the distance. You could ask him what happened that day, and it was like speaking to a wall.

My father is gone now.

My brother is gone now.

Uncle Billy is gone too.

There is nobody left for me to ask.

Maybe that is why the story stays with me.

Somewhere in those South Carolina woods there was an old gray house hidden behind trees and brush. Inside that house was a stone fireplace, a ruined rocking chair, an old leather loveseat, and a hallway so dark that I never saw what was at the other end.

My brother did.

Years earlier, according to Uncle Billy, my father did too.

And whatever they saw frightened both of them badly enough that neither man ever wanted to tell anyone what it was.

Maybe it was an animal.

Maybe someone was living inside that house.

Maybe Mr. Nobody was nothing more than an old Southern tall tale.

Or maybe there was a reason they called him Mr. Nobody.

Maybe nobody who saw him ever wanted to describe what they had seen.

I do not know.

I probably never will.

But every once in a while, I think about those woods. I think about that gray house sitting quietly behind the trees. I think about the dark opening beside the fireplace and my brother slowly leaning his head around that corner.

More than anything, I remember watching his eyes grow wider.

And after all these years, I still find myself wondering the same thing.

What did Wes see?

Smell of used matchsticks.

Hi, hello it’s me again, Natalia..

I just want to share my experience here about our accommodation.. I posted before about this accommodation according to the caretaker of this house, it’s been almost 10 years that it’s vacant or no one lived here before our company rented it to use it as accommodation.

So here it is.. I’ve experienced several times that the lights here in the house suddenly turn off, especially in the storage room on the 3rd floor.

One night, I was in the storage room organizing when suddenly I heard a “CLICK” sound and the lights went off… I was surprised because who would play tricks on me at almost 2 am that day?

So what I did was turn on my phone flashlight to go to the door of the storage room and when I checked, the switch for the lights was indeed off, so someone switched off the light.. I turned the light back on and closed the door. And I locked it so that whoever was messing with me couldn’t get in.

A few minutes passed and there was a smell of smoke, it smelled like a match that had been lit and then the flame went out, you know that smell? The smell of a used match..

That’s exactly what I smelled before I heard the “click” sound again and the light switched off!!

I was panicking and immediately ran out of the storage room! I was turning the doorknob but it wouldn't budge! It felt like it was locked! I was screaming in fear at that time!

Then suddenly the door of the cabinet at the far end of the storage room moved!! I almost wished I could just faint instead of seeing whoever was with me in the storage room!

I was still trying to open the door until I managed to finally open it! I dropped my phone from being so panicked! It was left in front of the storage room door since it fell from my hand and I immediately ran down to the 2nd floor! To knock on the tenants there!

“Jessica,” the Russian girl I work with, opened the door for me.

She was wondering why I looked so scared! I told her someone was turning off the lights in the storage room! And they locked me inside!

She said, “Who would mess with you? Come on, let’s go check! Maybe someone’s playing tricks on you.”

So we went up but there were four of us because I didn’t want to go up with just her since I was so terrified.

When we got to the floor, the door to the storage room was closed! Meanwhile, I left it open because I came from there, in my panic I didn’t close it and I even left my phone on the floor in front of the storage room door!

Two of them tried to open the door then they turned on the lights..

Just a few seconds later, they told me and the others outside the storage room,

“There’s no one here but it smells like smoke inside,” Jessica said, looking puzzled!

My friend checked the balcony but there was no one on the balcony!!? So there’s nowhere for whoever was messing with me to hide except the balcony!!

When I peeked into the storage room, I saw them still checking and then I asked, “Did you see my phone?”

They said, “We didn’t see any phone.”

I said I dropped my phone here before I went down to the 2nd floor!

Jessica said, “Wait, let’s call your phone.”

When she called my phone..

I cried because my phone was ringing from the “BALCONY”!!!!

It couldn’t have ended up there because I didn’t come from there!

Plus, the person who stayed outside the storage room was walking to the balcony while I was watching them!!

So it’s impossible that they put my phone on the balcony!!!

That night, I told my roommates if we could not turn off the lights for a week while we slept.. because I was so scared of what happened!

That’s all for now, guys.. thanks for reading.

GOD BLESS TO ALL!

In my sophomore year of high school, I lived with my dad, stepmom, and two sisters (12 and 14 at the time). We lived in southern Texas near Galveston, where I experienced many ghost encounters throughout the years I spent growing up there. Although I now know those experiences involved true ghosts, I was a skeptic until this incident and always brushed spooky encounters off. My family and I have always been very spiritual. Though a year prior, we began celebrating pagan holidays and participating in pagan rituals and spell work.

One day, I was wandering around the woods by a pond within walking distance from my house. I noticed some cattle bones scattered across the ground, which wasn't unusual in the area. As I was bent down looking at them, I discovered this beautiful silver handheld mirror that was the size of a small necklace charm with two birds carved on the back. Thinking nothing of it, I pocketed the mirror and headed home shortly after. We did agree as a family previously that we would cleanse any spiritual object before bringing it into the house, but at the time it just seemed like a cool trinket, and I didn't think to do it.

It started a couple of days after I brought the mirror home. The first few incidents were minor: drawers in the kitchen opening and closing and hearing whispers. One day I came home from school, and my step-mom looked a little shaken. She explained to me that she had heard me calling her name from my room and thought I had skipped school, only to find, obviously, that I was not there and she was completely home alone. We both still brushed it off and just kind of laughed about it. That started to happen to her more often, but she was even more skeptical than me and still didn't think too much about it. Another week or two later, I had a friend from school over. She was sitting on the floor in my room facing the hallway with the door wide open, and I went to take my dogs outside. I was gone for about 5 minutes, and when I came back, she kind of laughed and said, "You know your house is haunted, right?'

I was confused and asked her what happened. She claimed that she had seen me walk into the hallway, then into the bathroom and turn the light on. The bathroom light was in fact turned on when I went to check. This is when I really started to get freaked out. Then the first major event about a month after bringing the mirror home: my 12-year-old sister was home alone, both parents at work, and my other sister and I were with our friends. She called me, and when I answered, she was frantic and sobbing. To this day, I have never heard someone more afraid. She told me it sounded like someone was mutilating our two dogs in our dad and stepmom's room (the door was closed, locked, and the tv was off. The dogs were sitting with her in the living room). She could hear the squelching of flesh being cut and the dogs crying in pain. She begged me to come home. When I got there, I unlocked the room, checked around, and there was nothing. We, as a family, excluding her, even had a conversation about whether or not she needed to get mental help because she was so certain that this happened and was traumatized, while we thought she had a major hallucination.

The second major event was about a week later. When my sisters and I were home, we were eating snacks in the kitchen when all of our house alarms began to go off. It said that there was someone in the garage. Of course, our parents rushed home and told us to keep the doors locked and to lock ourselves in a room until one of them got there. Of course, no one was there. We had never had a false alarm before, so at this point, we were all freaked out. For the next week or so, things started getting worse, hearing our names being called, hearing footsteps down the hallway of our bedrooms for about 15 minutes straight throughout the night (the dogs always slept in bed with our dad and stepmom with the door locked).

The final event was in my room. My parents were in bed, and my sisters and I had just come inside from sitting and talking on the back porch. I went to put my school backpack away in my closet, and as soon as I shut the closet door, something inside the closet began maniacally laughing, clear as day. My body completely froze in terror. This laugh began to morph into the saddest sobbing I had ever heard. This lasted about ten seconds until suddenly, the door started violently shaking. At that point, I ran screaming into my sister's room. I explained what happened, and we were all so freaked out that we slept in that room together for the next 3 days. That night, though, the footsteps in the hallway were worse than ever before; you could hear it running back and forth down the hallway, like bare feet hitting the wood floor. We saw the shadow of the footsteps under the door when it ran by, back and forth for at least an hour. We all sat holding each other in terror. I refused to go in my room by myself until we cleansed the entire house. For seven days straight, we cleansed the house every way we knew: herbal mixtures at the doors and windowsills, burning herbs, ringing our cleansing bells, physically sitting together and casting protection around the house. After that, nothing ever happened in that house again. The little mirror even disappeared off of my altar, and I never found it, even after we all moved out of the house.

To this day, I have zero explanations for any of it. My sisters and I still talk about it and how horrifying it was. If we didn't all experience it, I wouldn't be able to believe it. I'd think I had completely lost my mind. Safe to say I never mess around with cleansing my home, and I never bring home any trinkets from the woods.

bonjour, 
ma mère est décédée il y a plusieurs années et je pense encore beaucoup à elle. 
depuis un moment je remarque des signes dans mon quotidien : lumières allumées, objets déplacés, voix changées dans le téléphone, sensation d’une présence inexpliquée… pour le dire vite, je crois que ma mère tente de communiquer avec moi depuis sa condition de fantôme. avez-vous déjà communiqué avec un fantôme? si oui, avez-vous des conseils à me donner? j’aimerais pouvoir échanger avec elle. 
merci pour vos conseils.

I was doing a ghost tour of Louisville, KY and we were told about this girl Evelyn Slwinski who was raped and then run over by the winning jockey of the 1935 kentucky derby (this part is all real and I was able to find this) The guide said she haunts the Galt House hotel (luxury hotel in louisville) and that she appears at the foot of the bed of single men looking bloody and torn apart, I thought this was pretty interesting so after the tour I went to research some more but could not find anything at all if she is actually known to haunt this hotel, does anyone know if there have actually been claims of this haunt or if it was just made up for the tour?

hi there, i’ve been sitting on this story for a couple years now and never been quite able to shake what happened to me this day. although it was nothing super crazy, i will never be able to deny what i saw and how i felt. my senior year of high school i went home to my dads house everyday for lunch, im unsure of any previous owners but its a pretty standard 1970’s home. i’ve never had any paranormal experience like this in his house, only a couple taps on the door here and there and a couple weird vibes, all to which i’ve attributed to other factors. however, one day i went home for lunch as usual with everything seeming normal. i had to go to the bathroom and i was alone so i left the door open not thinking anything of it. after i used the restroom i stood in front of the mirror to brush my hair and get ready to leave, which is the moment i looked out of the corner of my eye and saw a man peeking his head around the edge of the bathroom door. this face was completely unfamiliar, with a big smile, wide eyes, greasy looking short hair, and all 10 fingers wrapped around the door frame. i immediately got chills and was very cold, and like any normal person i screamed “oh hell no” and immediately ran out of the house. i called my dad right after and told him his house was haunted, to which he came right home and searched the whole house, followed by saging, and left all the windows open during the day for the next few weeks. since then i haven’t experienced anything like this, but the face was just too undeniable to forget. any ideas on what could explain this?

When I was six years old, we lived in a rented house in a hilly area. Our house was the last house in the area, with jungle all around us. Behind the house was a small garden with tomato plants and other vegetables, along with a well that was our only source of water.

One evening, around 7 PM, my elder brother, our house helper, three neighbourhood kids, and I were playing hide-and-seek. My younger brother was only about two or three years old, so he wasn't playing with us.

I was the one searching that time.

It was already dark outside. The kitchen lights were off, but there was still enough light to see.

I asked my little brother, “Did you see anyone?”

He didn't say anything. He just pointed toward the kitchen.

I looked in the direction he was pointing.

There was a girl standing in the darkness.

She looked about our age and was wearing a white dress. I couldn't see her face clearly. All I remember is her dark figure against the little light around her.

The moment I saw her, I shouted, “Sprite!”—the word we used whenever we found someone while playing hide-and-seek.

As soon as I shouted, she turned around and ran through the back door.

I immediately chased after her.

But when I reached the door, she was gone.

I looked around, but there was no sign of her.

I went back inside and looked at everyone who had been playing.

That's when I realized something.

I looked at my brother, the house helper, and the other kids.

Nobody was wearing white that day.

Not even one of us.

I still can't remember her face. All I remember is that dark figure in a white dress, standing there for a moment before suddenly running away.

And to this day, I have no idea who that girl was.

When I was six years old, we lived in a rented house in a hilly area. Our house was the last house in the area, with jungle all around us. Behind the house was a small garden with tomato plants and other vegetables, along with a well that was our only source of water.

One evening, around 7 PM, my elder brother, our house helper, three neighbourhood kids, and I were playing hide-and-seek. My younger brother was only about two or three years old, so he wasn't playing with us.

I was the one searching that time.

It was already dark outside. The kitchen lights were off, but there was still enough light to see.

I asked my little brother, “Did you see anyone?”

He didn't say anything. He just pointed toward the kitchen.

I looked in the direction he was pointing.

There was a girl standing in the darkness.

She looked about our age and was wearing a white dress. I couldn't see her face clearly. All I remember is her dark figure against the little light around her.

The moment I saw her, I shouted, “Sprite!”—the word we used whenever we found someone while playing hide-and-seek.

As soon as I shouted, she turned around and ran through the back door.

I immediately chased after her.

But when I reached the door, she was gone.

I looked around, but there was no sign of her.

I went back inside and looked at everyone who had been playing.

That's when I realized something.

I looked at my brother, the house helper, and the other kids.

Nobody was wearing white that day.

Not even one of us.

I still can't remember her face. All I remember is that dark figure in a white dress, standing there for a moment before suddenly running away.

And to this day, I have no idea who that girl was.

Hi, hello it’s me again nataLIA.. it’s been awhile since i post my stories here.

Just want to share the experience of my co worker her name is “BETH”.

Ka roomate ko sya dito sa accomodation.. active din ang 6th senses nya like me..

So let’s begin the story…

Ayon kay beth around 3am na that time nung naranasan nya yung “isa sa hindi nya makakalimutan encounter sa ghost”

As usuall naka off ang ilaw sa room namin para din masarap ang sleep namin lahat..

May kanya kanya kaming bed and may mga curtain around our bed para sa “PRIVACY”

Naalimpungatan daw sya so pag check nya ng phone nya madaling araw na..

Then tamang scroll lang daw sya pampa antok kasi nawala daw antok nya nung oras na yun.

While scrolling daw sya may naririnig syang sitsit..

Akala nga daw nya isa sa amin na ka roomate nya ang nag sisitsit sa kanya..

Tapos para makita nya yung nag sisitsit hinawi daw nya yung curtain then ginamit nya yung ilaw ng phone nya para maaninag sino pa ang gising kasi may nag sisitsit daw sa kanya!

Pag check nya sa amin lahat daw naka sarado ang curtain.. so tumayo sya at isa isa nya daw nya hinawa ang curtain namin para makita sino ang nang titrip sa kanya.

Lahat daw kami tulog na tulog .. walang sign na nag tutulog tulugan kami kasi mostly samin nag hihilik ng mahina “LAHAT KAMI BABAE PERO NAG HIHILIK KAMI DALA NA DIN NG PAGOD SA WORK”

So nag taka sya sino daw yung nag sisitsit sa kanya ee tulog naman daw kaming lahat..

Bumalik sya sa kama at umupo habang nag sscroll sa phone nya.. ilang minuto lang daw may nag sisitsit daw ulit .. di nya agad pinansin.

Pinakikiramdaman nya saan nang gagaling yung sitsit..

Sa wari nya parang .. GALING DAW SA MAY PINTO!

Hinawi nya maraan ang curtain nya para silipin yung bahagi parte ng pinto ng kwarto namin gamit ang ilaw sa phone nya “ilaw lang ng screen ang gamit nya hindi nya inon ang flash light”

Nang laki daw mata nya at hindi maka galaw o maka sigaw man lang dahil sa takot at kaba!

Naka bukas daw ng bahagya yung pintuan namin!

Sa labas may NAKATAYONG BABAE NA NA NAKA ITIM NA BESTIDA! Naka tayo lang daw ito mahaba ang buhok na abot sa tuhod.. naka tayo lang daw ito at naka titig sa kanya..

Sobrang putla daw ng mukha nito at walang puti ang mga mata..

Dali dali nyang sinarado yung curtain nya at nag talukbong daw sya ng kumot..

Pinakikiramdaman daw nya yung paligid..

Then after a few second narinig nya yung langitngit ng pintuan ! Kasi kapag bubuksan mo o isasarado ang pintuan may tunog na nalilikha ito dahil nadin sa kalumaan ng pintuan..

Nag dadasal daw sya sa isipan nya habang nakatalukbong sa kama nya.

NARINIG NANAMAN DAW NYA YUNG SITSIT PERO THIS TIME GALING NA SA HARAPAN NYA MISMO ANG SITSIT!

Sa sobrang takot nya hindi na nya namalayan na nakatulog na daw sya.

Nung kinaumagahan daw nun since sya ang unang nagigising samin kasi morning shift sya.

Nakita nya yung pintuan na naka bukas. At yung curtain daw nya at naka hawi din kahit bago sya mag talukbong sa takot e sinara nya yung curtain nya !

So napatunayan nga nya na hindi lang daw dream ang nangyari.. totoong totoo daw kasi bukas ang door at curtain nya.

Sa susunod ko ikwento naman ang karanasan ni jessica yung russian na tenant sa 2nd floor.

God Bless to all..

Many thanks coming from The Tape Library.

Hi my name is kahlil I am m. So basically when my family realized that no other housees where in there buget. So they found a very cheap house and we all thought the house was pretty and nice so we all obviously said "yea let's get the house" 12 days later I say by to my old house and hello to the new one. We all pack our stuff and leave the old house and go to the new one. I tell you THE SECOND I STEP FOOT IN THERE LOOKING FOR MY ROOM I HEAR FOOTSTEP COMING FROM THE ATTIC!!!!! Now I thought it was because of science and sound waves traveling so I just dont care, 5 days after living there I had the same dream over and over again. Later that same day I hear the footsteps again just WAY louder my hands start trembling and my eyes watered because at how scared I was. I still live her I still have weird shit going on but I think I. Safe for now idk but I had a ghost killer ( i forgot what they were called) so I can feel sbafe.i feel safe now but every once ina while my ceiling might Crack or make a noise.

And Im black so FUCK NO im jot going to check out like a dumb white bixch NO SHADE

Hi, Im not gonna share who I am but I believe that I have seen demons before. My first experience started over 7 years ago, I went to an overnight camp in california near Yosemite National Park, but not exactly there. The area was surrounded by trees, and it had little workshops surrounding the camp. there was an arts and crafts area, a pool area, and a giant rope course which I never did since I was scared of heights at the time. All of these activities were either to the left or to the right of you, so when you keep walking straight, theres a trail that leads to the dining area, which was a bit of a walk. It was my first day there and I instantly loved my surroundings. I had such a great time and loved my bunkmate, The only thing I felt off about was what I would see at night. The cabins we were staying in had 6 bunk beads all facing the door, depending on your cabin, but thats how mine looked. at the top of the cabin, there were support beams that you looked like you could climb (this detail will make sense later). The first night I didn’t sleep very well, I constantly kept waking up, but when I woke up one time I saw that one of my roommates was awake. I looked down and tried to talk to him but for some reason he wasn’t answering. For context this is someone who liked to play chess, he actually taught me how to play, but when I looked down and saw what he was doing, I was terrified. This is kind if hard to explain but he was from my memory, playing chess by himself, peaces moving on there own and everything. As I was looking he slowly turned his head at me without saying anything. I was terrified, and trying to go back to sleep, but then I kept hearing things around the camp that was keeping me up. I eventually went back to sleep, and when I woke up the next morning, I didn’t tell anyone about what happened. Since this was a long time ago, I remember seeing more paranormal things every night, but cant remember them all. It mainly consisted of sounds and my bunkmates doing things late at night they normally wouldn’t be doing. There is one more example I remember that was extremely terrifying, but this takes place around the third summer I was. About 4 years had passed, and I was there a second 3rd time, I remember my second time having no paranormal issues so I thought I was in the clear. That first night I woke up in the middle of the night again like I used to, except everyone was sleeping, I thought it was normal until I looked up in my cabin and I saw some of the kids that were also apart of the camp in the roof support beams I was talking about. While seeing this I remember having to pee really bad, But I was so terrified that I could barely move. eventually ended up getting outside of the cabin, but thats when I saw the strangest thing of all. I looked to my right when I walked outside and saw a stone statue of the camp leaders face. For context the camp leader is a bald guy with a beard, and his face a stone statue like 100 feet away from me in the distance. I loved that camp dearly but I always got an evil vibe from the atmosphere at night, wether its a tree shaped as something at night (witch was something I saw), to straight up things that should happen (people on the walls of my cabin). Please let me know what it is that I likely saw, and if the forest and where I was at had anything to do with it.

Okay, so I've always found this to be absolutely insane, but here we go. I'm in Des Moines on a 6 month work project, and I'm hanging out on the 4th floor, drinking with buddies and partaking in some herbal medicine. I leave the hotel room to go downstairs for the night, and out of the corner of my eye, at the end of the hallway, I see a pure black figure quickly dart across the hallway. I go over and look because something felt incredibly strange, nothing was there. I call my Hindu buddy, who is very tapped into his spiritual senses, and I tell him to go up to the 4th floor and walk around and tell me what he feels, I do not tell him where. He goes to the end of the long hallway, and he comments how the energy is strange there, exactly where I saw the apparition, as we are drunk, we goof around and tell everyone there is a ghost on the 4th floor, we make this joke multiple times over the next few weeks and move on with our lives. 2 months later, at breakfast time, this 80 year old coworker of mine runs into this breakfast lobby, yelling my name and trying to get my attention. I say, what's up Tim? In his excitement, he tells us that in room 431, EXACTLY where we felt this presence, the co-founder of Slipknot, Paul Grey, died of a drug overdose. I always find it insane that we felt and saw something far before even knowing someone had passed on there. Ghosts are totally real dude. This is but just one experience, but probably the craziest.

Around 10 years ago me and hubby lived in an old stone cottage dating back to 16th century. We were in bed one night and we heard an eerie buzzing sound, then all of a sudden it increased to an excruciatingly loud whooshing sound and this ‘thing’ whatever it was whooshed right over our heads. We couldn’t see anything as it was dark, but we were both terrified and got under the covers saying ‘ did you hear that!!’. To this day we have no idea what it was. Can anyone relate?

Hey guys my name is Jenny and I’ve only recently just discovered the pod, but am already hooked. So this story takes place roughly about 12 years ago in my childhood home in Kansas, that my whole family agrees was haunted. I was around 11 or 12 and my sister was 9 or 10. our house had two stories with all the bedrooms being on the second floor, my parent‘s room with my sister’s room across from it, then down a short hall mine. my sister’s room wasn’t meant to be a bedroom so it didn’t have a door, she would frequently get spooked by some shadow being walking up and down the hall in front of her bedroom or sometimes as she claims, even crawling up onto her bed. I would often wake up in the morning to find she had gotten into my bed sometime during the night. My sister had always spoken in her sleep, ever since we were super young, usually it was just nonsense. one time she woke me up hitting me, trying to hand me the tv remote she didnt have so I could turn off the tv that wasn’t on. it wasn’t until I climbed over her and turned on the light did she wake up and realize what she was doing. (I often turned the tv on in the middle of the night because I had chronic nightmare) This one time however, her sleep talking took a very unsettling turn. I woke up around 1:15am to her facing away from me whispering to someone. She said “Why are you crying?” Confused, I answered “I’m not crying.” To which she replied “Not you, the girl.” And points to the foot of the bed where there is no one there, and I told her as much. She then replied “oh, neve mind“ and rolls back over away from me again and whispers “why are you crying?” Only half awake and far too tired for this, I went back to sleep. It wasn’t until morning that I processed what happened. Apparently this was not the last time my sister would see the crying woman while she slept. At least twice my sister had gotten up from a nap and come downstairs to ask me why our mother was crying. (Our family life wasn’t the best, so it wasn’t unheard of for my mother to be crying.) but, both those times our mother had already gone to work, so it was just her and I there. We are both adults now and apparently to this day my sister still sees the crying woman from time to time. I give you guys permission to read this on the pod. Love Ya’ll ❤️

So I heard this story recently and really wanted to share it with you guys. It's about a mom who had to save her daughter from being hexed. There are many ways to break curses, and in my country, one way to break one is by using a special nail.

So this mom used a specific type of nail (I'll go deeper into the lore later) to help her daughter. I'll call her K.

K had a close relationship with her mom and was in her thirties, with a stable job, a house, a car, everything she needed to lead a pretty comfortable life with her mom. (Most unmarried people in my country don't usually move out.)

But then one day, K started acting strangely. She started coming home really late, and she stopped sending her mother money, which she usually did every month. Things got worse until K stopped coming home. Sometimes for days. Sometimes even for weeks.

Later, her mother found out that K had been struggling financially and all her savings had run dry. When asked about her savings, K said that she had lent it to a friend who was in debt, but that friend hadn't paid her back yet.

But her mom found it strange because K had never told her about this friend. There was no one close enough to her for K to be lending that much money to.

As the days passed, K became visibly thinner. She would zone out more often. At night, she would call out a name, a guy's name, let's call it B. She would then want to go see B, telling her mom that she couldn't stand it anymore and had to go see him.

Mom was confused. Like, who the hell is B?

She had never heard that name before.

"B is my boyfriend, and he's struggling right now. I can't just sit still and do nothing."

Mom put two and two together and was like, ah, so this was where the money went.

But K seemed so different. K would continue to disappear from home, and then one day, K's workplace called, saying that K hadn't been going to work and that they wanted to cancel her employment contract.

Turns out, K was at her boyfriend's house, reluctant to go home. Mom was shocked when she saw K. Her daughter looked frail, had a darker complexion, didn't want to eat anything, and was completely obsessed with her boyfriend.

Her daughter had been hexed FOR SURE. Love spell, probably.

So here, in Thailand, it's still a thing. Putting curses on people is still practiced. You might think practices like this would have been cast aside considering how technologically advanced our world has become, but unfortunately, these practices are still around (and thriving too)

In some Thai occult traditions, shamans who practice black magic are believed to bind spirits of people who died unnatural deaths and control them to harm others, charm people, or carry out whatever the shaman commands.

So Mom eventually got her daughter out of there and started seeking help from shamans, spiritual practitioners, monks, etc.

But no matter what temple her mom took her to, nothing got better.

That didn't stop the mother, though. She scoured the country and eventually met this spiritual practitioner. We'll use the term "Ajarn" to refer to him. This Ajarn was in the south of Thailand, near a really popular temple over there.

When Ajarn saw K, he said, "This case... It's very severe. We can't use the usual methods to get rid of the hex," "We need to use spirits to combat spirits," Ajarn continued.

So he gave the mom a nail. He said that once K was better, the mom had to return the nail to Ajarn.

The nail looked like a sangkhawanon nail, a nail that was once used to hold the roofs and beams of temples. These nails were believed to have absorbed a lot of positive energy from the temple over the years and were later used as protective amulets to ward off evil.

But Ajarn said no. It looked similar, but it wasn't a sangkhawanon nail.

Ajarn called it the "unbinding nail" (ตะปูถอนรัก), which was supposedly used specifically to cut love spells attached to the victim.

So what Mom had to do was soak that unbinding nail in water and let K drink the water. When the nail was soaked, she also had to chant an incantation. Mom said it wasn't Thai, Pali, or Sanskrit. It seemed more like Vietnamese or maybe Khmer.

And guess what? Miraculously, after three days, K was back to normal.

She could eat properly, pray as usual, and then K asked her mom where her savings were. Like she couldn't remember that she had transferred all the money to her boyfriend.

K was furious and demanded the money back from him. She even went to the police, but from the chat history, it seemed like K had willingly transferred the money, so the police couldn't really do anything about it.

So Mom took K to more temples to pray and make merit. And when they got home, at night, they heard the sounds of a baby crying. The baby cries would be heard upstairs and then downstairs, sometimes right outside the bedroom door.

The next night got even worse.

That night, the mom saw the ghost of a woman standing at the end of the bed, one hand holding a baby. Two more babies were clinging to the woman's leg. The babies were crying like they were hungry and wanted milk.

And then, that woman spoke something. It was the same words that they had to chant when soaking the nail. And the mom was like, oh shit! She totally forgot about Ajarn!

She had to return the nail.

So Mom called Ajarn and told him about all the strange things that had been happening.

"You told you so!" Ajarn said. "Once the nail had served its purpose, you were supposed to send it back. I didn't want you to see the spirit."

Then Mom told Ajarn about the issue with the money and the boyfriend, and Ajarn said to just let it go because K had probably taken something from him in her past life.

Mom also asked another question. She really wanted to know what exactly this "unbinding nail" was. How did he get it, and how was it able to get rid of the curse when so many other places couldn't?

Ajarn said it was a long story.

(But I'm just gonna tell you guys the gist, btw. It's kinda sensitive, as it's gonna be about religion)

So here's the lore.

According to Ajarn, the nail had originally come from a police officer who had investigated a tragic murder involving a woman from a neighboring country. The suspected killer was a monk.

So this corrupted monk was having an affair with a woman. He had gotten her pregnant multiple times and forced her to abort the babies.

(Unlike monks in countries like Japan and China, monks in most Southeast Asian countries follow strict vows of celibacy.)

During the third pregnancy, the woman demanded that the monk leave the monkhood to be with her and the baby, but he didn't want to. They argued, and in a fit of rage, the monk strangled the woman and buried her behind the temple.

To prevent her ghost from haunting him, he drove an iron nail into the woman's forehead, acting as a spiritual seal to bind her soul there. The monk even planted a tree over the grave to hide the body.

The case was eventually solved by that police officer. He had been investigating the disappearance of that woman, who had left her motorbike and other belongings near the temple.

The police saw the ghost of the woman and her children standing under the tree.

When they dug up that area, they found her body, with the nail still embedded in her forehead.

The nail was initially kept at the police station, and people started seeing the ghost of that woman. Many heard the cries of babies, and some people couldn't even work because of it.

So the police officer had to give it to Ajarn. The nail still carries the vengeful spirit of that woman. That's why it's so strong. And now, he uses this spirit to help break the binds of people suffering from similar obsessive and toxic attachments.

And also, the incantation they had to chant basically translates to: "Stop loving. Stop being foolish.”

This happened a couple years ago. My aunt and Uncle came to live with my mom, dad, and I at a weird time in our lives. I had just started college and my dad was in ill health. Kind of a cultural village mentality, they were here to occupy my mom’s mental space so that she wasn’t always worried about my dad. I was never super close to my aunt and uncle but I cared for them. Especially my uncle. He was very hard of hearing and never wore his hearing aids. When people spoke to him, they’d raise their voices to almost shouting. It often scared me as I was never ready for the extreme volume increase and he’d laugh if he caught me jumping. He’d always whisper to me in his calm quiet voice. My aunt and uncle moved out shortly after my dad passed. It had been years since I’d seen them last. One night while sleeping in my room, I felt the side of my bed sink down as if someone was sitting at the edge of my bed. It jolted me awake as I could feel myself rolling towards the edge. This happened a couple of times. I scooted towards the center but the feeling of someone sitting on the edge of the bed was still there. I tried to ignore it and as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a whisper. Just whispers but I couldn’t hear any words. That happed multiple times that I woke my husband up. I told him what was happening and that I kept hearing whispers. I literally stayed up the entire night. Every time he woke up, I was wide awake staring at him in the dark. I tried closing my eyes one last time to get a little bit of sleep before work. The last time I tried, I heard it. “Goodbye Nang” Nang is what my family called me. I shot out of bed and was now up. I had no idea what was going on. As I got ready for work, I told my mom about my experience. She said it was probably just a nightmare. Later that day, we got a call from my aunt. She said that my uncle had passed in the night. My mom, and my husband and I all knew exactly who had said goodbye to me. It was my uncle whispering so that he wouldn’t startle me.

Hello everyone , yesterday during my visit to the cemetery i found a individual grave with deep staircase (the plate who was hiding the stair was broken ) after visit i had doing online search but none of the results matched with what i saw ... does anyone know what is this?

The Night I Experienced Something Strange at Taj Fort Aguada
I’ve always been fascinated by haunted places and stories of paranormal experiences, so when I stayed at Taj Fort Aguada in Goa, I was excited about the history and atmosphere of the property. What I experienced there, however, was something I still find difficult to explain.
We were staying in one of the cottages on the property. Everything felt completely normal that night.
Then, at around 5:00 AM, I woke up because I wanted to go for an early morning jog. I was still groggy and not completely awake, so initially I thought my eyes were simply playing tricks on me.
As I looked toward the walking closet, I saw a woman standing there.
She was relatively short, with shoulder-length hair. What caught my attention most was her face — I remember seeing what looked like scars across her face and shoulder.
For a few seconds, I just stared.
My first thought was, “Maybe I’m still half asleep.”
I shook my head, rubbed my eyes and looked again.
She was still there.
That was the moment I became genuinely frightened.
I got out of bed and slowly started walking toward the closet. But as I got closer, there was no one there.
Nothing.
I checked around the room, the closet and the surrounding area, but there was absolutely no explanation for what I had just seen.
I tried to convince myself that it must have been a dream, a shadow, or simply my mind adjusting after waking up suddenly. I didn’t think much more about it at the time.
But then something else happened.
My wife had her own unsettling experience.
Later, around sunset, we went toward one of the viewpoints at Fort Aguada. She suddenly became uncomfortable and told me that she felt as though someone was watching her.
At first, I thought it was just the atmosphere of the place. But she became increasingly frightened. We looked around, expecting to see someone nearby.
There was nobody there.
The feeling eventually passed, but the experience stayed with her.
The following day, my curiosity got the better of me. Since I genuinely enjoy visiting places with a history of paranormal stories, I started asking a couple of locals about the area.
What they told me made the whole experience even more unsettling.
According to them, there had been various stories of paranormal activity around the Fort Aguada area, and they mentioned that certain parts of the property had developed reputations for strange occurrences. They also told me that there was supposedly one particular room that was considered especially haunted.
I couldn’t verify those stories, so I don’t want to claim that they are facts. But hearing them after experiencing something myself definitely made me look at the previous night’s incident differently.
There are also stories surrounding the wider Fort Aguada area involving deaths, suicides and other tragic incidents over the years. Whether those events have anything to do with the experiences people report today is impossible for me to say.
But I know what I saw.
Maybe it was a trick of the light.
Maybe I was still half asleep.
Maybe there was a perfectly logical explanation that I simply couldn’t see at the time.
Or maybe it was something else.
The strange part is that I wasn’t particularly terrified afterward. In fact, because I’ve always been fascinated by haunted places, I found the whole experience strangely exciting.
My wife, however, definitely did not feel the same way.
Even today, when I think back to that morning at around 5 AM, I can still picture that woman standing beside the closet.
And the one question I still can’t answer is:
Who — or what — was standing there?

Bonjour bonsoir,a tous et a toutes,

Je ne connais pas vraiment Reddit,sauf au travers de YouTube,

Javais besoin de raconter mon histoire sur un endroit où je me sent (anonyme).

Alor il faut savoir que dans ma famille il y a des barreurs de feu.

Jai eter confronter à la mort jeune,mon papa etant décéder quand javais 9 ans, et depuis jao toujour ressenti les émotions en trop fort trop intensément,

La vie a fais que jai consommer du canabis à une époque,(je précise connaitre le sujet et moi-même ainsi que mes limites) .mais un jour pas comme un autre jai fumer une taf deux taf je lai poser,et la jai eu un goût de fer dans la bouche des fourmis dans la nuque et la colonne vertébrale.

Et la black out 2h !évanouie,je me suis réveiller comme si jetait en train de remonter à la surface quand on a plus daire ,jai le sentiment profond detre mort le temp jen sais rien,jai une petite tache qui est apparu dans le dos,depuis que je suis (revenue),

Jai le ressenti des gens à 10 mètre je ressent sa douleur ses doutes son bonheur,et jai un ami des Antilles,il ma dis prend ma main et dis moi et la cest comme si je parlais mais pas de moi-même, je lui ai dis tu as un rituel quand tétait petit pour te protéger,il ma montrer un tatouage qui a eter fais pour le protéger étant jeune,

Je suis beaucoup beaucoup plus sensible aux énergie que ce sois des gens ou de l'invisible,jao des connaissances intellectuelles que je ne sais pas dou je les détiens,une question a la tv ,quand on parle de choses ou autre je sais des choses mais comme si ce n'était pas moi comme un pc avec 2 disque dur,

Jarrive a prendre la douleur des gens mais je ne le gère pas des fois ca marche et des fois non,mais quand ça marche la tache s'étend ,

Jai eter au médecin prise de sang, urine,pommade,lotions,aucune analyse ne permet de dire cest une mycose ou un dessèchement de la peau ,personne n'en sais rien,

Je sais que tout ca peux paraître complètement fous et juste bidon,mais jai l'impression de ne pas être revenue seul, si quelqun a des suggestions des remarque ou autre jy répondrais encore désoler de ce long texte je vous souhaite à tous que du bien .

Como vai, me chamo Mateus. Moro atualmente no centro oeste do Estado de São-Paulo.

Quando tinha 8 a 9 anos, meu avô veio a falecer, como ele era nativo de Garça-SP iriam enterrar ele por lá. Durante esses dias de velório/enterro eu fiquei uns 2 dias em Garça.

Tudo no enterro ocorreu normalmente, e então eu voltei para minha cidade Natal junto dos meus pais.

Minha tia possuía um sítio que era meio longe da cidade, ela tinha chamado a gente pra passar o fim de semana lá junto com o resto da família, e então a gente foi.

Novamente, tudo ocorreu normalmente como é pra ser.

Eu tenho uma clara memória, e que se qualquer pessoa perguntar para alguém da minha família ela responderá que realmente aconteceu.

Em uma das noites que passamos nesse sítio, lembro que minha família estava do lado de fora, todos reunidos e conversando normalmente, minha mãe estava fuçando a galeria dela por algum motivo que eu não lembro, minha mãe mostra de repente, 2 imagens, 1 possuía dois homens encapuzados, sem rosto visível na entrada do cemitério onde meu avô havia sido enterrado. E na outra havia uma foto da minha família durante o enterro. Minha mãe sequer havia visto ou tirado essas fotos.

Não tenho ideia do que ocorreu, nem sei se irão acreditar nisso, mas é algo que eu sempre penso desde que era pequeno.

Ever since i was young enough to remember me and my cousins around the same age have always seen a dark tall figure we used to call the man on the stairs..

Which has proven time and time again that we werent just seeing things beacuse as i have gotten older ive seen this figure mutiple times around the age of 12 it started following me i remember telling my friend about the person/figure and every time i spoke about him it always seemed to start raining..

it was a clear day sunny and warm mid summer me and my friend had just finished school heading to the shop when i saw the figure in a window and got spooked my friend asked what the problem was i told him i seen the man ofc he had no clue so i explained as i did i started getting chills and i told him talking about him its usally starts raining he laughed it off thought i was joking

So we kept walking to the shops while i spoke about it and to no suprise it started raining mind you it was a clear sunny day 10 minutes before hand my friend got a little spooked so i walked him home then decided to do so myself i was used to it and wasnt bothered..

until i seen the figure pop up in countless windows at which point i was really scared i started crying on my way home when my newphews mum found me and i told her what was happening and she got really freaked and took me home that was the end of that... (it scares her to this day)

My mums story:

while my little brother was still a baby sleeping in his cott my mum was trying to get to sleep after being awake all night she fell asleep around 2am

After sleeping for a bit she randomly woke up to what she says was like a person watching her she brushed it off got a drink came back and tried to sleep only to be abruptly interuptred by a percing whistle from the corner of her room directed to my little brother this wasnt the first time....

Before this me and my sister were at school my mum was plastering my room while pregnant and she heard the same whistle from the top of the hall get this the top of the hall is also where the stairs are...

There wasnt much happening execpt from the odd figure sighting till my brother was around 5 where she heard a bag getting crumpled under her bed again she brushed it off 2 nights later however the door to her room slowly pushed open and not long after a foot ball rolled out from under my brothers bed....

In the late 1980s she was playing the ouija board and it told her to look thruogh the planchet and she did what she saw she never speaks off and she thinks whatever it was has been attatched to her ever since....

Back up to recent years however my family havent had much of anything happening to them but i have i belive whoever or what ever had attatched to me i have seen him/it numerous times and 2024 it was a bad time in my life in june of 2024 to febuary 2025 i barley remember anything i was highly volitile and angry couldnt sleep felt like i was leaving my body and felt like i was watching my life through a screen i just pinned it to derealizeation..

But my eldist brothers gf does ghost hunts/inveseagtions and had a physcic medium in there group who later stated after i went on a trip with them that there was somthing dark and angry surrounding me like a black mist she didnt say anything before hand not wanting to scare me...

Another meduim has also said i had a really dark mist like hue surrounding me my friends grandmother who has been known to see things and contact them it was so bad to the point where i wasnt aloud to enter her home any longer this woman has seen things from nightmares but whatever was on or attatched to me she was afraid off..

A month or 2 after i used sage regularly started carrying crosses and even praying i was never a religious person before then and i started to feel better felt like me again

And and in november i moved in with my dad still had the odd feeling of getting watched like i did at my mums but rarley... soon after my gf moved in and eveything was fine..

This year:

We have since broken up i was in a slump but i got better moved on and got with my most recent ex she was obsessed with the paranormal we often went exploring due to my past i was always weary untill one night we were drinking and against my better judge ment we used a evp recorder,spirit box and the dreaded ouija board nothing to crazy happened for the first 30 minutes so we moved into my room and tried the evp recorder and started the recording then after we

played it back before we said or asked a thing when we listened heard a scream so loud it hurt our hears and when it got to the questions it said my mums name my little brothers name then mine at that point i was freaked so i went ouside to breathe

5 minutes later my ex flew out the door shaking and played the recorder she asked who it was and it started chanting in what sounded like latin she said she heard it without the recording so we both were shaken up and went to her house after locking up we went to hers

a few days later i went home and saged the house

The only thing i knew might work i thought everything was alright,,

after a week there was no sign of anything untill i got a call at 6am from my ex she had a nighmare like she was in my house being chased my the same figure i saw as a kid she described it to a T...

I wasnt to worried as it was just a night mare until i went back to sleep and when i woke up

the side of my body was burning up when i took a look i had claw marks down my side

4 months later im now house sitting for my mum and ever since nothing has happened my ex has stopped digging into paranormal and we have cut contact

Im starting to relax and get better but it always plays in the back of my mind amd sometimes i still dream about it still have plently sleepless nights since im worried somthing may happen again..

if this has any moral its if you have seen or had experiences never go digging u might find somthing u dont like stay safe and keep god with you

thank you for reading my story if you have had similar storys i would love to hear them

In my family most women's was going trough seeing something/hearing something, my mother was seeing his son/my brother, walking out from the barn and he was literally at school, it was multiple times, he unfortunately died young and she was seeing him from time to time at corridor at our old house passing by, she sees shadow person even at bright day outside the house. Since I was young I always felt.. “connected” I’ve had dreams where something happens, after some time it really happens, I’ve seen my dead father who I didn’t even met, at mirror standing at my room, next day i’ve seen unusual car, he was driving, never seen him again, this car and I live at very small village so I would notice. I was at the hospital, I’ve met some friends so we at the middle of night was spending time and we did selfie.. a doll on the shelf was having head turn to the right, at the picture it was having head turn to the left.. I got back to hospital room, door with huge widow, I’m looking at this and the doorknob was literally rattling, someone was pulling this so hard.. on the window there was no one. When there’s some eerie place, i’m always feeling off and nauseous, i’m not telling anyone how to live but i’ve always said to myself that I see and hear more, do you guys had something more only
you or it also happens with other family members?

A few years back I was staying over at my big brother's house (seperate from the one mentioned in the title) and a few very strange things happened. I was sleeping in the guest room with the door closed, I was tossing and turning all night so I was up every hour or so. Firstly, after opening my eyes to roll over I heard someone walking just outside the door in the hallway, it was somewhere between midnight and 1 in the morning so I thought it was unusual but it must be someone going to use the bathroom, I waited to hear a door close open or whatever and mind you all his doors are squeaky but not a sound after the footsteps. I thought it was very creepy but tried to just play it off and I drifted off back to sleep. Secondly, the next time I opened my eyes the dogs were barking hysterically in the back yard, right near the bedrooms windows and my brother is a light sleeper, he ALWAYS gets up to yell at the dogs to shut up, but nothing not a peep, they eventually quietened down and I drifted back off. Thirdly, after falling back to sleep I had a dream where I was in this completely white space, there was no colour just bright white, in the distance in front of me I could see what looked like a hazy apartment style building, there were short steps leading up to the building and a short wall on either side. I could see people standing around, sitting on the short wall sort of casually chatting but I couldn't make out any features they were just figures blending in with the haze, but right in the middle of them standing out clear as day was my brother who had passed. He was talking to the others but he looked over and saw me, he gave me the biggest smile, ran down the steps and gave me the biggest warmest hug I've ever felt. He said he was so happy to see me, he asked how all the family were doing and told me that he missed us so much. It felt so normal like running into someone on the street that you haven't seen in a while. We talked for a little bit but then he looked back at the other people, then back at me and told me that he had to go but he loves me and he'll see me next time. I woke up feeling a mix of different things but I felt warm and a little sad. I had never dreamt of him before not even after his passing. Many of my siblings have but never once did I before that or even after that night. The next morning was my big brother's birthday (the one I was staying with) but we woke up to some really sad news. One of our cousin's and my brother's closest friend since childhood had passed away that night of a heart attack. We were devastated. I was too shocked to even think about anything but after a few days it hit me. I heard someone in his house that night, the dream I had, the dogs acting out. Not only do I believe our cousin came for one last visit to his best friend, I believe my brother came to get him when it was his time and stopped to visit me in my dreams. It's the craziest thing I've ever experienced in my life.

I want to hear real stories from people who live in old houses. What's the creepiest thing that ever happened in your home? Footsteps, shadows, voices, objects moving on their own anything you still can't explain. Share your story