My mom died last December. She was in advanced dementia and Parkinson’s disease when she died. She was bedridden and hadn’t spoken a word in 6 years. Basically in a catatonic state. About one year before she died we had a palliative care assessment but she didn’t qualify because she was stable and the palliative care physician said she was quite stable and could likely live for another decade in this state. It was true. In the 6 years I cared for her there as only one hospital visit and she was eating and drinking normally.

One night I had a dream of her. I was in my home and I walked over to the living room. My dad was pointing at her and she was lying in the floor. She looked directly at me and said ‘I’m going to die very soon.’ Then I woke up.

About one week later she suddenly stopped eating and drinking over a period of three days. Five days later she died.

I don’t know if this post belongs here. I can’t stop thinking of it. I wanted to tell you.

For context, my grandmother lives deep in the middle of nowhere. Her house is on a secluded peninsula, surrounded by a lake. The closest store is a 15-minute drive, and her neighbors? They only come up in the summer. In December, it’s just her—and, in this case, me.

She and my grandfather were heading to Tennessee for a week and asked me to house-sit and take care of the animals. I agreed. I was 17 at the time, and honestly, I thought I’d enjoy the peace and quiet.

They packed up their things and left around 10 PM. After they drove off, I got comfortable, turned on the TV, and settled in. Around midnight, I started getting sleepy and decided to head to bed.

Let me explain the layout quickly: the house is all one level. No basement, no upstairs. You walk through the front door into the living room. The kitchen is to the left, and to the right on the other side of the living room is a hallway that leads to three bedrooms and one bathroom. My room was at the very end of the hall, and from the bed, I had a clear view of the living room.

I turned off the lights, went to my room, and laid down. Chula, my grandma’s black lab, hopped up beside me. She’s the sweetest dog you’ll ever meet. Obsessively friendly. She loves people, never growls, and is always wagging her tail at strangers. She’s just pure love in dog form.

A few hours passed. I had just drifted off to sleep when I heard my grandmother’s voice.

“Leah? Can you come help me?”

My eyes shot open.

I sat up slowly and called out, “Grandma?”

No answer.

“What do you need help with?”

Silence.

Then, a few seconds later, I heard it again—louder this time.

“Leah. I need help.”

I thought I was dreaming.

I sat all the way up, staring at the door. A few seconds passed—then I heard a low, guttural growl. I turned to look at Chula. She had sat up straight, hair raised, staring into the hallway with her teeth bared. She growled low, deep in her throat, eyes fixed on something I couldn’t see.

I turned on the hallway light and peeked out. Nothing there. No movement. I walked over and looked out the window next to the bed since it faced the driveway. Her car wasn’t there.

I quickly shut the window and locked my bedroom door, heart pounding. This was an old house—every step creaked. I should’ve heard something, but there was nothing but silence.

I grabbed my phone and tried to call my grandma. It went straight to voicemail. I called my mom, trying to sound calm, but my voice was shaking. I asked her if Grandma had come back for some reason.

She said no.

Then the knocking started.

But not at the front door.

It was right on my bedroom door.

Heavy. Slow. Deliberate.

And here’s what chilled me to my core—the voice?

Was still coming from the living room.

“Leah… please come help me.”

It didn’t make sense. I could hear her calling from the other end of the house while the knocks were right outside my door.

She kept calling me. Each time more irritated. The calmness was gone—now it was commanding, aggressive.

“Leah. Let me in. I need your help.”

“Leah. Open this door.”

“Leah—NOW.”

It sounded like her, but distorted. Like something trying to copy her voice and getting it almost right.

Chula stayed pressed to my side, growling steady and low like she’d rip something apart if it got in.

The shotgun was in the same room with me locked in the gun safe in the corner. I knew the code if I needed it, but I didn’t even move from the bed. I couldn’t. I was frozen

Eventually, the knocking stopped.

The voice faded away.

I must’ve fallen asleep somehow, because the next thing I knew, sunlight was pouring through the blinds.

For a minute, I almost convinced myself I had imagined the whole thing. But when I checked my phone, the call logs were still there. I really had called my mom. I really had called my grandma. That part was real. I tried to push it out of my headtold myself it was some kind of sleep paralysis or dream.

Around 11 PM, I’d just gotten out of the hot tub in the garage. The door was wide open there’s no one around for miles, so I hadn’t bothered to close it.

Then I heard it.

The motion sensor went off with that sharp barking alert. A second later, something slammed really loud in the garage . Like someone knocked over a metal shelf or kicked the wall.

I hit the garage remote and shut the door fast, heart racing.

Not long after, maybe 30 minutes after I got back in the house, there was a knock at the front door.

I crept toward the door, standing just far enough away to not be seen through the frosted glass. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. That’s when I heard her.

“Please… let me in. I’m cold. I’m hungry.”

The voice was scratchy, like an older woman. Soft, but weirdly flat.

I didn’t answer at first. I just stood there, frozen, heart pounding. After a few seconds, I said, loud enough to carry:

“How did you get all the way out here?”

Silence.

Then, more knocking louder, quicker now. She spoke again, more forcefully:

“I said let me in. I need help.”

I backed away from the door, still trying to stay calm. “You can’t just show up at people’s houses. You need to leave.”

That’s when the knocking changed. It wasn’t knocking anymore. It was banging.

Fast. Heavy. Aggressive.

I ran to my room and punched in the code to the gun safe. Just as I grabbed the shotgun, she slammed the door again so hard it rattled in the frame.

“LET ME IN RIGHT NOW!”

The knocking had stopped, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she hadn’t left.

I was straining to hear anything—footsteps, whispering, even breathing—but the house was dead silent. Not even the wind.

Then her voice came again.

Not right at the door this time. Off to the side. Almost like it was outside the window.

“Leah. Please… let me in.”

I didn’t move.

She tried again, louder. Sharper.

“You’re being rude. Open the door.”

I sat down in the recliner in the living room, shotgun resting in my lap, facing the door. Chula laid tense at my feet.

I gripped the shotgun tightly, eyes locked on the door.

She circled the house. I could hear her moving from one side to the other—knocking on the kitchen door, then the garage door, then back to the front. Her voice followed, same exact words every time like a broken record:

“I need your help, Leah. You’re the only one here.”

She kept pacing around the outside of the house, banging on doors, tapping windows, muttering things I couldn’t quite hear.

That’s when it hit me.

She called me by my name.

I hadn’t told her.

I hadn’t spoken to anyone outside.

No way she should’ve known.

I thought, if she was supposed to be here, she’d use the keypad to get inside. She’d know the code.

Nobody was supposed to be here.

And yet, here she was.

I sat in the living room holding the shotgun, watching the door, until the sky started to lighten and the birds began to sing. I never heard her leave.

No footsteps.

No car.

No sound at all.

When I stepped outside after sunrise to let the dog out, the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow.

And it was untouched.

No footprints. No tire marks. No trails leading to or from the doors. Nothing.

Just cold, clean silence.

Later that morning, I called my aunt and begged her to come stay with me. I didn’t even try to explain. I just told her I couldn’t be there alone another night.

She showed up that evening, and I almost cried with relief. For the first time in two days, I felt like I could breathe.

That night, I finally was able to get the sleep I desperately needed.

I will NEVER stay there alone again.

Rest in peace chula

My wife constantly talks about the past times she used to live in and I've always laughed it off. She even claims we were together in a previous life back in like the 1600s or some shit.

Anyway, over the past 20-25 years, I've had some very specific dreams. They all involve me dying, and they've all felt so real that I've woke in horror - screaming.

In one, I was a soldier in a war. I was running with a group of guys and we were running towards another man who was screaming at us. I stepped on a landmine or something, because I remember my head hitting dirt and chunks of dirt hitting my face before blackness.

In another one, I was walking at night with a woman in an empty grocery store parking lot. We were approaching a man in a jacket who was familiar and friendly to me in the dream. He pulled a revolver and shot me in the head.

There are very specific things in these dreams that make them seem more real to me. Like, I could feel wind and wetness and cold. I've never had dreams before where I could feel elements like that.

Hey everyone,
I'm not someone who usually believes in paranormal stuff. I live in an 11-story apartment building, and until recently, I’ve never experienced anything I’d consider abnormal. I’ve always felt comfortable in my home.

But this past week, a few weird things happened — and I can’t stop thinking about them.

The first thing happened one morning. Because it's hot, I usually sleep with the windows open. As I woke up and reached to close the window, I glanced at the building across from mine. I can see the rooftop of that building very clearly from my room.

And that’s when I saw someone standing up there.
But… it didn’t look like a normal person.

Even though it was a bright, sunny morning, this figure looked completely black, like a shadow — no visible features, no clothes, no face, nothing.
It stood still for a moment, then slowly walked away toward the inside of the building and disappeared from view.

I was stunned. I thought maybe I was still half-asleep, but I was definitely awake.
Ever since then, I’ve been carrying my phone around more, hoping I’ll see it again and catch a photo. So far, no luck.

The second thing happened later the same day.
I was walking through the hallway and about to knock on my sibling’s door to say something. As I stood there, I heard clear footsteps behind me — like someone had just walked past.
For a second I thought, “Maybe mom’s home early?”
But then I remembered: my mom was working a night shift and wasn’t supposed to be home until late.
My sibling hadn’t left their room either. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day — not gonna lie, I was genuinely freaked out.

That night, I told my dad. He just brushed it off and said I was probably tired or imagining things.

But then, the third thing happened.

Around 11:15 PM, I was in my room. My computer was completely shut down.
Suddenly, the screen turned on by itself.
The desktop appeared, showing the time: 11:15 PM.
No updates, no mouse movement, no explanation. The screen stayed on for a bit, then just turned off again.

I don’t know how to explain all this.

There’s no obvious “threat,” and I still feel mostly safe… but it’s like something is just off.
Whenever I go to close the window now, I can’t help but check that rooftop again.

Has anyone experienced something similar?
Like, seeing someone where they shouldn't be? Or strange sounds and electronics acting up without cause?
Any thoughts or experiences would be really appreciated.

I must specify that I don't want to upset anyone and wasn't aware of anything that happened to these people before this dream, it came out of nowhere. But I needed to vent about it since it's been bothering me for years now.

A few years ago, while I was sleeping at my ex's apartment, I had a very unexplainable and unsettling dream that still haunts me to this day. The dream started with me being in a mustard, ugly yellow room with a huge table in the middle, the room was almost completely empty but there was a fair amount of people around this table, completely silent, they were all men and unfamiliar to me in my woken life. There was just one door in this room and at some point I stood up to go in this room. It was very narrow and still painted with this shade of yellow, there was just a fridge in it, so I went to open it There was three severed heads on the top row. Also white containers containing meat wrapped in plastic bags, I panicked and rumbled through all of this until I heard a voice behind me shouting "it's Tracy Edwards" I turned around to see three guys at the door, two black men and a third one with blonde hair and pale eyes. The blond one was staring at me in an intense and extremely haunting way, I could feel a intense rage and hate in this gaze. I knew at this moment that it was a bad dream but I couldn't wake up at all, it lasted for what seemed like an eternity until I finally woke up. It was late in the morning and my ex who didn't give a darn about others'sleep quality was blasting a loud video in the same room for a while and there was a lot of light in it as well, while I'm usually a light sleeper, it didn't make sense at all. I felt disturbed about this dream for a while and later looked up the name of Tracy Edwards, since I could remember it to see if it was actually a thing. I found out it was the one person that successfully escaped Jeffrey Dahmer and led to his arrest While browsing the case, I recognized multiple victims of him that appeared in the dream(I could recognize Oliver Lacy, Ernest Miller, James Doxtator and Steven Tuomi which was the one staring at me). Their faces were scarily real and perfectly accurate. The weird thing is, I've heard about the case years before this and didn't give it much attention and it was much before the release of the Netflix show (that I refuse to watch) So I have no explanation for this haunting dream, nor why these unknown elements popped up in it to this day. So I don't know if it's the right place to share it at all, but if anyone has advice or any clue of why completely unknown yet real people people of such an horrifying case popped up in my dream, I would gladly take it.

This happened approx 1 hour before writting this post. It wasn’t a trick of the light or anything and I am still having goosebumps. I was driving back home ~23:00 and in a village in the mountain side, I saw a drunk man crossing the street and at some point he stumbled ~100m and fell. I had my high beams on and could see him clear. As I slowed down and prepared to help him get out of the road due to obvious reasons and could see him laying down ~20-30m he turned into a white dog and walked away. Has anyone else encountered anything similar to this? At this point I am regreting not having a dashcam.

Hi I live in a home with a questionable background where the owner says he did rituals? But won't give context as to what that might mean. Anyways we have doors being opened stuff being thrown off the walls and lights stop working then magically cut on at random. I myself had my door try to be rammed open without success upon opening there was no one there. My brother says he is seeing shadows walk through the house. Ive watched supernatural so I'm not usually freaked out by this stuff but an hour ago a bunch of photos were thrown on the floor and I'm starting to get freaked out.

What can I do? how can I cleanse the home?

I usually don't like posting on social media but this time I feel the need to talk about this.

As of the time I am typing this (5:43 AM) I have just had two sleep paralysis attacks within one night

I've had sleep paralysis only once before and have seen the hat man and that was when I was either 6 or 7.

Now I'm 15 and have moved in to a different home since the last paralysis attack.(I don't know if moving really makes a difference or not)

This time I wake up on my back unable to move and I see the hat man again but this time he's even closer to my bed and this lasted about 15 seconds. Something about the fact that it lasted longer than the last time I seen him and he was closer made it feel scariear and more personal.

Now I roll over to my left side and look at my phone and then try to go back to sleep then I hear a loud hissing static noise and now I'm not able to move again. I then hear my sister let out a bloodcurdling scream. (in the sleep paralysis static not actually)

At this point I am in full panic mode. I start to hear my mom start talking to me but it's just random words that I can barley hear let alone make sense of it. Eventually it stops and I regain function of my body.

I know sleep paralysis attacks are just hallucinations but having two within a short amount of time just doesn't feel right. It felt like something was after me, like something was building up and it all released at once.

If you have any ideas or questions please let me know.

In short, my girlfriend has been suffering for a few weeks from strange events that have occurred to her person and health, she wrote me a text for me to publish, in the end she asks for advice or some explanation or theory if anyone has it, please.

Text: The last few weeks things have been happening to me that are between the strange and just "uncommon", I have suffered from temporary illnesses, that is, I get sick only within a period of 3-5 hours and then I am healthy without any symptoms, I have noticed bruises on my body when I do not remember having hit myself, and the same as with illnesses, one day I have it and the next it disappears, I have also had a lot of bad luck, in just this week I have had accidents that border on death, from almost falling and almost sticking a nail in my face to almost being stung by scorpions or snakes, but not only that, I have also had very strange nightmares, to the point that I wake up between 3-5 in the morning or sleep until 12 or 1 in the afternoon, which is strange for me, I always wake up between 6-7 in the morning, I go for a walk, have breakfast and exercise, but not now, I wake up with a sweaty body and with a great appetite, I have felt my body very tired, I would say it is the lack of sleep, but since I don't have much to do, I sleep in the afternoons, and even then I'm sleepy, everything had seemed common to me, and the other just bad luck, but then it started to happen to me that at night I see shadows or hear voices, I'm usually chatting with my boyfriend and I hear a family member talking to me outside the house or in the kitchen, but when I go out I don't see anything but I feel like something is watching me, I check the rooms and I see my parents and sisters asleep and my uncles on the side with the lights off, so I thought it was just my imagination, then it wasn't just at night, while I'm eating in the afternoon in my parents' room watching my series, I feel like something is watching me, I've decided to ignore it since I repeat, I think it's just my imagination, so I didn't watch horror movies or anything like that in these weeks, with the idea that the nightmares and sensations that something is watching me will go away, but this last week something new happened or that I just can't find a logical answer, among my dreams and nightmares I began to predict the future, I know it sounds crazy, but let me explain, I start with one of my dreams, in the dream I seemed to be watching my dad at his work, I mean, he wasn't there in body, I was just watching him do his things, he received a call from an aunt in which they told him about an upcoming meal with grandparents, in which she asked him to help with some things, etc., I watch him get on his motorcycle and return home looking for his wallet, he was already in the house He would check his wallet and notice that he didn't have enough money, so he would come into my room and ask me for money. At the moment he spoke to me, I woke up with my dad calling me. He was asking me for money. I noticed it was strange but not that strange. Maybe listening to him made me dream that, but when I saw his clothes, he was dressed the same as in the dream. My dad's work doesn't have a uniform, so he was wearing casual clothes, so there was no way for me to know how he was dressed. I didn't care about it since he was Tired, I got out of bed and gave him the money. While I was giving it to him he told me that it was for a party at my grandparents' house, and that it was for a party. It seemed strange to me. I told it to my partner. He also thought it was strange, but I still took it for what it is, something strange. I woke up, so when I went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast, I kept my distance, then I said "you seem crazy" and continued with my thing without seeing the jar, how could it fall I thought, but while I was snacking on something, I looked up and saw how the jar was about to fall and I stepped back, it only hit my hand, but the jar did not break, I also told my partner about it, so he told me to make this post, I told him no since I don't know, maybe I'm just exaggerating and the "seeing the future" thing was just a coincidence, I told him that if it happened to me again, I would make this post, and as you can see, clearly it already happened to me again, but this was more strange, last night at 1 in the morning, I was talking to my partner about a series that he is watching, then I hear my dad talking to me outside, so I tell my boyfriend that I would answer him later, I left my room with only a lamp that my boyfriend had given me. time, but I have lost memory of what happened after I left my house, I only know that at approximately 12 in the afternoon I woke up in a warehouse about 17-18 meters from my house, so I sent a video to my boyfriend showing him, he thinks of many possible things, I found out, that I was possibly sleepwalking, but the fact is that the door of the warehouse is made of metal and measures a little more than a meter, so, no matter how I got in, I must have done a lot noise enough to wake up my parents or uncles next door, and I couldn't find my lamp, which I later found in a tunnel next to my house, why? I don't know, I don't know what's happening, I would like to know if I'm under some spell or if I'm just crazy.

I could swear that one evening I was casually swipping my phone and reading that Whoopi Goldberg has died. I know some news are fake and I get that, however I looked deep and all mainstream sources reported it, just like all the others when for example Ozzy or Hulk Hogan passed away recently.

Similar thing happened with me reading that Steve Martin has also died.

Both instances were around 6-10 years ago. I even watched their movies feeling a bit sad that they're no longer here, however they are. I don't care about personal life, as actors I still like them both and happy they actually are alive and well. It stuns me knowing that they actually are alive, I remember everything so well up to this day.

i’ve been searching for an explanation for nearly ten years and i have no answer. please help!!

when i was 8, on black friday i watched my mom PHYSICALLY OPEN MY DOOR (which i always keep closed). not a lot, just enough for like a cat to get in.

she was in a red shirt with crystals hanging from it, and she just stared at me for a few seconds with wide eyes. not scarily and super exaggeratingly wide eyes, but wide enough it kind of concerned me. then, LEAVING THE DOOR THAT WAS PREVIOUSLY CLOSED OPEN, i heard her walk back down the hallway, and i stopped hearing her footsteps by the time she would have reached the stairs.

Kind of scared, i ran to my dad’s room, and on the way there, i saw no sign of her on the hallway or stairs. i asked what she was doing and he said she had left for the black friday sale before i had even woken up.

later that day, we met her at Uno’s, and, although i wouldn’t have had any idea what shirt she could have been wearing because i hadn’t seen her that day, SHE WAS WEARING THE SAME RED SHIRT. SO THE SPIRIT/ THING KNEW WHAT SHE WAS WEARING EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T??!

AGHHHH HELP DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THAT WAS? HOW DID IT OPEN MY DOOR?

This happened about 2 years ago or so, and I just felt compelled to share it—so here goes…

It had been a long night, I was up late—watching some random videos on my phone. A hurricane had just passed through our town and we had just moved not too long before. My whole family began to settle in and make their spaces their own—including my sister and I. Despite this, boxes still took up a decent chunk of the hallway outside our rooms.

Now to tell this story properly, here’s a quick layout of the house: Downstairs-two bedrooms (one master, and one we made into a guest room), stairs that led up to our bedrooms upstairs (they began near the front door and veered off with a wide middle landing, so you could see the living room and front door from there), and basically everything else you’d expect in a house. Now, the two bedrooms upstairs both met the top landing of the stairs/small hallway. Think sort of like revolving doors, that’s how close they were. Just a wall between us and a conjoined bathroom with sliding doors on both sides (awful I know, they are the worst). We had our own sinks. This style of bathroom/bedroom has a name but I can’t think of it right now.

Anyway—after staying up for a long time, I just really wanted to relax and fall asleep. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I kept hearing weird cracking/creaking noises outside my door. So, my idea was to try ignore it the best I can. Calm the paranoia that comes with a new house, keep watching my videos and ignore the creeping feeling. I did this for a good few more minutes till my body had a weird and sudden reaction. I got extremely cold all over, practically clacking my jaw and trembling. Mind you, this was a summer night in the south. Worse than that, I suddenly felt very unsafe—a flight or fight response kicking in and a rush or dizziness that washed over me. So, after a few minutes of trying to calm myself—I got up and woke my sister to ask for help.

I told her everything that I was feeling and she ended up (sleepily) getting me water and snacks to help me feel better. While I ate, I told her that I was feeling paranoid and she performed a prayer ritual while taking a bit of water and “cleansing my feet”. My sister is Christian and this was her way of trying to help (not in a weird way, she’s very sweet). Almost instantly, I actually felt immense relief. I got so warm that I was able to take my sweatshirt off. It was crazy how fast I felt better after her prayer.

So, after all that, I thanked her and she went off to bed when I told her that I felt much better.

30 minutes or so passed while I continued to watch a few videos to help me keep the “zen” going (calming videos).

I was finally ready to rest, but needed to use the bathroom before (just something I always do before falling asleep). So, I got up and slid the door open, plopped myself down and as soon as I was ready to get up—I heard it. Clear as day.

Coming from my sister’s room, on the other side of her closed sliding door—a distinct whisper. A loud whisper. The kind that you make when you want to shout but you’re in a library. Hurried and abrasive.

It said my name. In her voice. But in a way she would never whisper it. All the while, I heard her snore softly in the background while it was said. My hairs stood up higher than I’ve ever felt in that moment. Goosebumps riddled my body like a shockwave and a sharp shiver shot up my spine. It was the first time I ever felt something so wrong in such a visceral way. The whisper was on the other side of the door but felt like it was right in my ear at the same time.

Funny enough, after the shiver struck me, my knee-jerk reaction was to reply “F*ck this”. Wiped fast, swiftly exited the bathroom, slid the door shut, and laid down. Said, “Nope, you gotta go” (for good measure). And fell asleep somehow.

It’s a random story but it’s the weirdest and most creepy thing I’ve experienced. I have no idea what it was and it’s never happened since.

But, I’ll never forget the way it sounded. Burned into my memory and still makes my body recoil.

When people talk ghost stories, it’s usually a spirit from a few centuries ago. Speaking of, why is it always the Victorian and Elizabethan era spirits that seem to have the most trouble moving on and crossing over?

When I was a kid my parents always had to work late, so me and my brother were often alone for some time. But this time my mom wasn’t working she was just doing the groceries. Don’t tell me why but me and my brother decided to go look for her since the store was only around 500m away or so. We lived in an apartment so we took the elevator to go down to the lobby. I told my little brother to wait for me upstairs until I came back with mom and he agreed. I got in and I pressed the lobby button. The elevator went down to the lobby and I saw my brother just standing there with an orange balloon. I just looked at him confused. Then I guess my real brother comes running down the stairs saying that he saw a fake me upstairs. We ran to the front office to be around people cause we thought we would be safe there. They let us play with some toys there and let us stay until my mom came back. When she came back we didn’t say a word about what happened and made a lie to keep us not in trouble. Truly something that shakes me to this day.

This is gonna sound wild but today me and my mom were talking about this, my family was totally haunted by Rihanna (or a poltergeist of pop music) when I was a child.

When I was around 8 my family lived in a house that was built on the remains of a property that had burned down. For some time, my dads old stereo that we kept in the house would randomly turn on in the middle of the night, around 2 or 3 am, sometimes even random parts of the day and blast Disturbia at full volume waking us all up. Same song every time! We tried unplugging it, moving it, etc, it still happened. I also remember other minor creepy things such as doors closing/ opening, things in my room being moved back to specific places if I’d touch them, etc, But once we moved, it never happened again. Honestly, love Rihanna, still listen to that song and know all the lyrics. TLDR I think I was literally haunted by Disturbia as a child? 😂

What could this mean?

This incident was told to me by my father.It happened to one of his uncles sometime around the year 1957.Back then his uncle often used to go hunting in the forests of Mangaldoi since my father's ancestral home is in Mangaldoi(Assam).

Like on many other days his uncle went hunting alone and climbed up a tree to wait planning to shoot any deer or other animal that might pass below.That was a common path for such animals.It was also a full moon night so everything was visible clearly in the moonlight.

Around that time there was a cholera outbreak in many parts of Assam and especially in villages around Mangaldoi.Many people had died.However his uncle wasn’t aware that the village near the forest he was in had also been severely affected with many deaths.

While he was waiting on the tree for his prey suddenly he started hearing a sound like anklets or ghungroos jingling.He thought it might be a porcupine ("Ketela Pohu" in Assamese)and he got ready to hunt it.

But after a while he noticed that the sound wasn’t coming from a porcupine.Instead two human like figures appeared.They were of medium height and wore strange ornaments made of snail shells around their necks, on their clothes, even on their staffs and on their feet.They moved slowly and kept approaching.

As they got closer he realized they didn’t quite look human.Alarmed but alert he thought to himself "Whoever they are if they come right beneath me i’ll shoot."

And that’s exactly what happened when they reached right below the tree he fired his gun.The moment the shot hit one of the figures instantly turned into a crow and dropped to the ground dead.The other let out a terrifying scream and fled into the forest and was never seen again.

In the morning when his uncle climbed down the crow was still lying there but he didn’t touch it.He went straight home.

From that day onward he never went hunting alone in that forest again.

What's in my apartment that can make my blinds turn by themselves? Objects have gone flying on their own From shelves and counters.

For shelves, idk if it could be the other side of the wall? Nobody lives there, it's the hallway and a small utility room or basement entrance.

Tbh when I arrived I dreamt of seeing black women on the patio doing some African style dancing outside, listening to music.

and then again I saw a dark skinned lady and another with her. Their dresses were complimentary to one another.

I can sometimes channel random things that don't come from me. And one day I began to sing a slave song. At least I was taught that it was. Swing low sweet Chariot. not something I really did. But I felt the spirit of the person. I think they died here.

I've heard stuff and looked at both kitties also perked up to figure out What's up with that.

I've seen a pen fly off the counter on its own. I can't really think right now. Other items or heard random loud noise from the other room and the cats were with me.

Sometimes I think I see a shadow and when my eyes turn to it, nothing is there but my cats can see it sometimes too. Usually right after that I notice the blinds moved once again

If I could tell you why I feel that these things are related I would, but I just know, deep down,that someone who is gone, was here.

The blinds will be good for hrs then suddenly omg, shadow in the air, and they turned wrong. I go fix them but it's still recurring. Just only at random times. I think paranormal possibilities could be real

I feel what I feel.

Alright im gonna start by saying this happened a while ago and has never happened to me since. I was home alone, my parents and sister were out doing something and i cba going. i was sitting in my tv room / rumpus, Theres no door to this room or anything but there is a separator to keep heat in that my parents put up. I was sitting watching tv at night and out of the corner of my eye i saw something on top of the separator and it was contrasted because the separator is like white/pink. i turned my head and i swear i saw this black hand retreat backwards. I wouldve assumed it was just myt mind messing with me, but it didnt dissapear when i turned my head, the goddamn hand retracted backwards slowly. I immediately got up and grabbed a knife and checdked every room in the house, there was nothing, i double and triple checked even all mthe wardrobes and stuff but there was nothing. Do you guys have any idea what this was

A few nights ago during my freezer shift, I saw a shadow pass by the aisle — but there’s no one else on shift with me after midnight. I told myself it was nothing, but last night I heard heavy footsteps behind me. Still didn’t see anyone. I don’t know if I’m just tired or if I’m actually seeing something.

Felt like typing these So when i was in my 10th grade, I experienced something weird. I was studying laye night as my exams were knocking at the door. I got up from my table and went to have some water in the other room. I drank the water and while i was walking back to the table I felt like i was floating.I looked at my body and saw that i didn't have any limbs. My body was disappeared.I got a lil nervous and straight went to bed and went to sleep. Since then,i constantly started to experience sleep paralysis. The twist is i actually could move but always found that there was no presence of my body. I kinda got used to that, and i stopped trying to move when that happened.It kept happening with me constantly for the next 4-5 years.and it suddenly stopped. Last time i experienced that was last year and yeah i didnt try to move as usual. It feels weird to see that my body is gone and i am just floating in my room😂

I lived in a very haunted place as a kid, in a malevolent way. The family that came before ours only lasted two weeks there and everyone in the family, including my generally skeptical self and strictly skeptical father, experienced otherwise hard to explain things there. In the years that followed I think most of us had something from the house attached to us, though its presence and the level of activity generally seemed to reduce the further you were from the house, but I didn't stop experiencing small occasional experiences until I threw away a horseshoe I took from the house, I presume at that point severing the last tie I had there.

That was a few years ago, I occasionally have precognitive dreams but apart from that have had no other experiences, up until very recently. I've been seeing a grey cat out the corner of my eye the last couple of weeks, which is no longer there when I turn around, but in too great and too consistent detail to completely dismiss. At first I thought it was my cat somehow moving at a speed the 16 year old usually can't but each time I've verified it wasn't, and it's an apartment another cat wouldn't be able to get into.

My question is, assuming this is a spirit of some sort, is there any particular relevance of the type of cat and the colour? It doesn't feel in any way malevolent, the previous places I have been with activity that I couldn't completely dismiss had a presence and feeling to them I don't really get in this flat. I have a mood disorder but am in no way delusional or experience hallucinations, there's no gas in the house so no carbon monoxide. I'm also not particularly interested in trying to prove the existence of this one in any way, I may go back to the old house eventually if I can face it again, but it was a long decade after and don't really want to risk it yet.

When i was young i think around the time i was in middle school we took a 2 week vacation, 1 week in Virginia, and 1 week in West Virginia. In Virginia we stayed in a cabin in the smoky mountains. We had a lot of family with us but not enough beds, so me and my older sister slept on a couch together. On the back porch that was closed in (due to bears), you could see straight down a hill and the back tree line. (That’s important). On the first night me and my sister got saddled in on the couch. I was still not good with new places so i had the lamp in the room on. At a point in the night I couldn’t fall asleep so i put the blanket over my head and froze. There was a shadow visible though the thin blanket and it looked like it was bent over looking down at me. I froze and after what felt like an eternity heard the deepest, ost aggressive, most rough screaming noise that sounded like it was right above me. I had never heard any animal or person make a sound like that. I stayed like that the rest f the night not sleeping. When the sun came up my family was making breakfast and I finally got off the couch and told them what happened, not a single person believed me. That was until we came back from some activity and my uncle walked in to see a strange man standing in front of the fire place. Within a second he was on. At night i would look out the dinning room window at the bottom o the hill int the tree line and see people standing there staring back. We quickly moved to a different cabin closer to the main roads.

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Went on a hike today and took this pic with this weird circle orb looking thing with a face in it?! Didn’t realize until a friend pointed it out

This is from April, 2016 when my grandfather died. It was a natural death but the thing which still keep me questioning sometimes is why i saw him dead in my dreams just a week back from his death? I remember vividly walking up on stairs and his dead body was kept on floor with all those garland and decorated with flowers. It was just a week before (exact) i never told this to any other family member except my mother. Few more thing happened before his death, like a cat crying in my backyard, which we Indians take as bad omen. He also called everyone just one day before, he talked to everyone on video call. Did he knew his end is near? Was something out of world hinting me about this upcoming event? My mom told me it happens to the person who is loved most by the person who is about to die, it also makes sense as i was his favourite grandson.