So I was at my clients home during a overnight, I work 6:30 to 8:30 AM. At night, I’m there by myself and he sleeps for 12 hours. I am there to make sure he doesn’t wake up and fall and he’s alone or he walks out of the house, he has dementia.

So he’s sleeping in his bed and I’m looking at the baby monitor, it’s 11:11Pm and suddenly, the blankets of his bed lift into the air like someone is holding them. Obviously no one is there in the room. It’s held there for like 3 seconds and goes back down.

I’m seriously creeped out, not sure if a draft could do this but no windows are open and his doorway is closed. So not sure what happened or if I just saw a poltergeist.

Just more detail but I’m here by myself and this house is a mansion, it’s completely quiet at night and sometimes it’s creepy. I try not to think about scary stuff because I’m there to do a job but yeah that was weird.

This happened a little while ago, and I also want to mention I was not there for the encounter itself. However, I find it hard to explain it with a logical circumstance.

My boyfriend and I live in Jersey. He’s not a spiritual person, and doesn’t believe in Bigfoot or any kind of cryptid. That was until one day he was driving late at night on a back road near Holmdel. It was completely dark outside and he was driving alone. Out of no where, he was startled by a bony, pale, hairless (and near humanoid) figure. It cleared the entire road in two gallops. It was huge, had no hair, and it was pale. He said its hind limbs were contorted and bent unnaturally, like some sort of deer.

In utter fear he just kept driving and did not stop to investigate. I could tell it scared him half to death when he told me the story for the first time.

I understand it is often easy to confuse animals outdoors at night with limited visibility. Especially when you’re driving and the encounter happens in a split second. However, we struggle to find an explanation for the color, size, and shape of this thing. I can’t think of any local animal that could resemble this description. Through friends and family we’ve also learned that the surrounding area has had high paranormal activity for a long time. Though I’m not sure if that is related at all.

I just wanted to share this spooky story, and maybe find anyone else who’s had similar sighting in New Jersey.

Is there a reason why this happens to those who are about to pass? Could it be actual spirits visiting to comfort you?

Out of nowhere she gets out of bed and starts to do this, Why? , last weeks i had a dream where i was walking on the same hallway the door connects to, and i saw 2 humans shapes just standing there(it was one of those dreams were you realize you are dreaming but you cannot get to move your body), anybody has any other idea besides she saw a bug?, i don’t believe in anything paranormal, but this behavior is “out of the ordinary”, any ideas everybody?, she lasted 10 minutes in total doing this, i ended up covering the door sweep with a towel and she slowly came back to bed, my other family members were s sleeping safe and sound, in the morning i asked and no one felt anything!.

PS: No other pets, family members up, or known pests around the house.

Also posted in r/mediums and r/spirituality. I'm going to start from the start. I would be grateful for some assurance if what I'm sharing resonates with what you've heard or experienced as mediums. I appreciate your insight.

I think I've always been able to tap into the spiritual world, but I've been afraid. I died for a minute when I was born, and my mom swears the spirit who arrived in my body wasn't for me, and another took my shape. My grandmother would tell me the reason I had a hole above my ear is because I was reincarnated, like her and a cousin of mine.

I remember vague moments when I was younger and saw things, like ballerinas in my dining room, people in yellow and white robes holding a ceremony in the woods the first time I smoked weed. I was raised Buddhist, so I've always been inclined to spirit. I lost track of spirituality until recently, as I'm ten years sober and am deepening my ancestral relationships. Throughout this time, I had spiritual experiences, and I believe several guardian angels visited me, or I would not be alive with how I was behaving.

Three years ago, I heard spirits talking to me when I was in a ceremony. They were the spirits of slave owners, and they were jeering at me from the forest. This was the first time I audibly heard several spirits, but I couldn't see them. Since then, I would hear spirits occasionally, but they were often, idk, like trickster energy. I can also attune to the spiritual energy of places to the point where I can feel nauseous.

My intuition and connection to my ancestors are strong as I deepen my protection prayers and reclaim my relationship with the forest. I'm predicting things unconsciously left and right. I'm also starting to see things again, like trucks driving down a two-way road and disappearing. Or the person wearing all white, with pale skin and white hair, but had a bloodied mouth and was trying to eat, but suddenly disappeared. I'm also hearing things, like someone who was outside my house screaming, howling for their life, and then suddenly nothing, like a tv turned off.

However,I don't see consistent spirits, and when these events happen I feel like my brain tries to sweep it under the rug so I don't panic. My experiences are sporadic and sometimes terrifying. I limit how much time I spend outside at night because I know the forest is most alive then and I can feel the spiritual presence heighten.

I have some spiritual sisters I will call to for further advice and assurance on how to be protective and present. I would love to hear what you think, too. Thank you.

Filmmaker here wondering if anyone has any recs for any paranormal documentaries (not horror/fiction) that aren’t made by like TLC in an early 2000s sensationalistic way? Does that exist?

This is a wild one from my childhood:

I think I was about 7 years old and had just gotten my first real bicycle. I was allowed to ride it on my street only, but you know how kids are and soon I was wrapping around the end to a side street. I met this little girl on another bicycle, and she looked to be the same age as me. Somehow we started throwing rocks down the street to see who could throw the furthest and she said to me, "I bet you can't hit that lamp over there!" as she pointed at a very fancy lamp on someone's walkway. Well, I took that dare, pulled my arm back and let go. I hit it alright. Shattered the glass all over their sidewalk! Immediately, the front door of the house flew open and an old lady came out yelling, "Why did you do that?!" I turned to look for the little girl and she had already pedalled off. I took off in the other direction back to my house and didn't tell anyone.

Now, I did not have my own room and had to sleep on Grandma's couch (long story). She had ONE rule: Turn the tv off before you fall asleep. If not, you lose privileges. She went through the Great Depression so was tight about everything. So everyone went to bed upstairs and it was only me downstairs on the couch under my blanket. I always had trouble sleeping in that house, so I would watch tv late into the night. All of a sudden, the tv went off. Now it was not a remote control tv, just a 19" RCA color. But I could still see that the power was on outside the house and the electric clock was still ticking. Within seconds, a figure appeared to be coming out of Grandma's curio cabinet that was to the right of the tv (couch was on the left). I could see a woman form and it was walking towards me. I WAS TERRIFIED! I ducked under my blanket and covered my head. I heard very loudly, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT? WHY DID YOU BREAK THAT LAMP?" The sound was so loud in my right ear like her mouth was up against the blanket. I was shaking like crazy and sweating. Then, the ghost grabbed my right bicep and squeezed really hard and repeated, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?".

Instantly, the tv came back on and it was over. I spent the rest of the night under the blanket and would not even peep out. Sweat was pouring off of me because it was a hot summer night, but I was not turning that tv off. I thought that as long as it was on, the ghost wasn't coming back to hurt me again.

I heard Grandma get up at dawn, walk down stairs, and call my name as she shut off the tv. "I though I told you not to leave the tv on!" I jumped up and hugged her and told her why it was on and her jaw dropped and she said, "Oh come on now! Don't lie to me!" Then I showed her my arm which now had a big bruise on it. Suddenly, she looked shocked for a moment. I thought surely she had to believe me now. But instead, she looked down at the floor and said, "You were dreaming and fell off the couch. Don't leave the tv on again." and hurried into the kitchen.

(I am sorry this is so long but I want to tell it all)

Mom then woke up and came downstairs. I ran to her and said, "Mom I have to tell you something right now before you go in the kitchen, come here." And I whispered to her about what happened. Mom nodded her head and said, "The reason Grandma got upset is you saw her mom - your Great Grandmother who you never got to meet. She passed away a long time ago and has never left this house. We've all seen her at times. She was watching over you because she loves you."

So bottom line is this: ghosts CAN connect with you and physically harm you as it happened to me. It was NOT a dream and falling of the couch 12 inches to thick carpet isn't going to cause a giant bruise on a boy.

This goes back about 22 years. It’s about my aunt’s ex-husband. Back then, they lived near a well-known holiday spot somewhere in the mountains of India. He used to own a small shop in the town, and their house was further up, along a steep road in the hills.

One night, pretty late — around 12:30 AM — he was heading back home from work on his scooter when the tire got punctured. Since it wasn’t too far and he knew the road well, he decided to walk the rest of the way. The path was steep, no streetlights at all, but he was used to it.

While walking, he suddenly felt the temperature drop. Everything went quiet, and he got this weird sense — like something was off. A few minutes later, he hears this soft cycle bell ringing behind him. He turns around to check — no one’s there. Nothing.

When he turns back, there’s this man walking beside him. Someone who looked familiar, but he just couldn’t place who it was. Even the voice sounded like someone he knew, but he couldn’t figure it out. They kept walking together, and this guy was acting a bit strange — speaking in a low tone, kind of gulping his words. He kept asking for a cigarette, again and again.

Now, the ex-husband used to smoke, but for some reason, he just didn’t want to give him one. Something felt off. Then suddenly, the guy puts his hand on his shoulder, like they’re walking together as close friends. It felt heavy, but he didn’t say anything.

They were almost near his house when he heard that cycle bell again. This time, he turned quickly — but again, nothing behind. And when he turned back to the front... the guy was gone.

But here’s the creepy part — even though the man had disappeared, he could still feel that heavy pressure on his shoulder, like someone’s hand was still there.

Freaked out, he ran the rest of the way home. My grandmother was waiting for him — she said he looked pale and was sweating like crazy. He just went straight to sleep without saying much.

The next morning, he got up and went to take a hot shower. But the second hot water touched his back, he yelled out — his shoulder was burning. He looked in the mirror and saw claw marks and scratches all over that shoulder. Like something had actually dug into his skin.

Now here’s where it gets interesting.

Locals believe that spirits or negative energies sometimes appear using familiar faces or voices. They try to trick you by asking for things like cigarettes or alcohol — stuff considered vices. If you give it to them, they purposely drop it and ask you to pick it up. That’s when they strike — either they try to possess you or harm you.

Another crazy detail — the place where that man vanished? Just a few steps ahead, there’s a small temple. Locals believe it’s protected by a very strong goddess. That’s probably why the spirit disappeared right there.

Even now, all these years later, he still has those faint scratch marks on his shoulder.

When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I came to visit my grandparents for the weekend. My grandfather went to the store and didn't come back for a long time, my grandmother started to worry, and at the moment I saw an elderly man sitting in the corner of the room on the couch, he tells me that my grandfather was stuck in the elevator, he just said it to his grandmother, she asked: "Who told you that?" I tell her there's a grandpa in the corner, but there was no one there. My grandmother went to check if there was anyone in the elevator, and my grandfather was really stuck there...

If someone can explain it, then please tell me.

P. S. I don't understand who I saw then. Maybe it was a child's fantasy, or maybe it was a brownie or a ghost. P. S. It happened in Russia, the creature that I saw looked like: A gray-haired grandfather, with a gray beard, hunched over, his voice was so strange (hoarse), but I was not afraid, but on the contrary, I was even curious to talk to him.

So a friend of mine had passed away and went to the funeral. After the funeral my mom called telling me to take a bath before going to the bed as she's a little superstitious.

The next day I'm in my room on the bed around 6-7 in the night and she calls again asking how I am and ranting about how I shouldn't have went to the funeral when strangely enough, my door closed by it's self as she's on the topic, I thought it was the wind just to realise my windows are closed. Straight after that the line started to cut between me and my mom to where she couldn't hear me anymore.

That's about all the stuff that happened that night but I've also had other weird stuff happen like the light switched turning on by itself or my phones volume turning itself down(which must a technical problem). I honestly don't know what to think of it so I'm asking for your people's opinion.

I really wish I took a picture to ensure that I am not making this up, but the bus immediately left. This is not fiction, I am not crazy, and I swear to God that I know what I saw and it gave me nightmares.

Instantly, this experience reverted me back to that little kid who was afraid of going out at night because of all the stories his family told him.

Okay, let me explain. So, I'm a 1st year college student, every weekend—I go home to my hometown which is two hours away by bus from the city I attend university in, so that I can spend time with family and not get homesick.

I spent the entire bus ride watching movies on my phone because, I was bored. It was around 7 in the evening if I remember correctly.

I put my phone in my bag, because it was around 15 percent and I wanted to preserve the power. The bus was already halfway to my home, according to Google Maps.

We were in a rural area. Mountains and a big forest towards the right side of the bus, on the left are a few houses and more forest.

The bus slowed down, to the point of nearly stopping, because a couple of vehicles were slowing down in front of us. I looked outside the window next to me and that's where I saw it. I couldn't believe what I just fucking saw and I wasn't the only one. The guy sitting beside me also saw it.

On the side of the road, underneath the street light, we saw what looked like a naked person crawling on all fours eating what looked like a dead dog or goat. There was blood everywhere, it was eating it in a savage manner while dragging it to the woods.

I immediately got out my phone to take a picture, but, the bus was already speeding up and I couldn't see it anymore. What the hell did we just see!?

It looked human. The scariest part is how much it looked like my grandmother's descriptions from her stories.

Skin black as coal. Wild unkempt hair. Eyes that glowed in the dark when faced with light.

I turned to the guy who was sitting beside me and told me never to speak of it ever again. What, why!?

Everytime I think back to it, I am reminded of the stories they used to tell us as kids. Stories from our folklore, about man-eating evil monsters that hunted at night. We call them Aswang.

Humans by day, but hunt for children and pregnant women at night. Shapeshifters that can turn into animals to fool people. Some steal corpses and replace them with banana stalks, while others have wings and fly atop roofs to use their long tongues to suck blood.

I heard stories about this a lot because, a lot of my older family have encountered these bastards before.

With my grandma, it snuck inside their house during a power outage and tried to hurt my newborn aunt. She saw it crawling on the ceiling, wtf. My grandpa got out his 1911, scaring it away.

And my aunt, who lived in the mountains, said that one of them climbing on top of a roof.

Last night, I had the most terrifying experience of my life. I woke up in the middle of the night, completely frozen. I could breathe, I could see, but I couldn’t move. And then I felt it. There was a presence in the room. A dark figure at the edge of my bed, just standing there. I tried to scream, to move, to do anything but my body wouldn’t respond. It felt like minutes of pure horror before I finally broke free. I started digging into sleep paralysis, and what I found made it even worse. Scientists say it’s just the brain waking up wrong, but why do millions of people see the same shadow figures? Are they real? Or are we peeking into something we’re not supposed to? I put together a video breaking down what really happens during sleep paralysis, from the science to the nightmare fuel. If you’ve ever experienced it, you’re not alone:

https://youtu.be/dF9WTsIiPW4?feature=shared

Have you ever had sleep paralysis? What did you see?

I’ve had some odd experiences in my house over the last year. I like to playfully blame it on my grandmother (my daughter is named after her, she passed 5 years ago). Well, about a week and a half ago I lost my kindle. I read every night before bed and occasionally will take it downstairs with me in the morning to read while I have coffee. I searched everywhere in my house for this kindle and couldn’t find it for probably 10 days. Tonight, I was looking around for my wallet that was misplaced (by my husband lol). I jokingly said aloud “grandma give it back” and went back upstairs to finish bedtime with my kids. I’m bending down to look under my nightstand for my wallet, and what do I see leaning against a leg? My fkn kindle. There is absolutely NO WAY I overlooked it there for 10 days. The screen was facing the bed and it is right next to all my chargers etc. I had looked under my bed, under my mattress, behind my bed etc and never found it. Am I insane to think that I asked GMA to put it back, and she did?!

I'm having them more and more, and it creeps the hell out of me. I'll lay down in bed to go to sleep, and then I open my eyes to see a figure standing at the foot of my bed or peeping into my room through the cracked door. Sometimes it'll be a hand reaching over my body from the head of my bed, or something walking past my field of vision on the side of my bed. I always notice the figure immediately, so I never have time to process what's going on beyond the initial rush of adrenaline as I shoot awake and realize it was a dream. I can never get a good look at the figure, but it appears like a living shadow in the shape of an adult human male.

I'm fairly convinced that the physical reality we occupy is just a small part of a larger system, and my suspicion is that our consciousness generates the 3D reality (rather than the other way around). This leads me to believe that dreams are not just figments of our imagination, but another facet of reality generated by our consciousness which is just as real as our waking reality. That belief makes it even creepier.

Does anyone else have experiences like this?

I don't know if this is the right community to post this in (if it's not, I apologize), but it has made me feel so anxious, paranoid, and scared ever since it happened.

I (15F) used to be a part of an organization at church when I was 12 years old. I remember it was Holy Week when it happened. We were doing a midnight Station of the Cross. It was supposed to be at 12:00 A.M., but they moved it to 3:00 A.M. because it rained. I arrived exactly at 1:57 A.M. and was greeted by the parish priest, and he was heading to the convent upstairs. I headed to the place where me and my other co-church servants, were gathered, called the parish hall. I placed my stuff there, and after a few minutes, one of my co-church servants arrived—let's call her Ashley.

Ashley and I were pretty close, so we talked for a bit. Eventually, time passed, and it was around 2:30 A.M. Ashley told me she was hungry, so I told her there was a nearby 7-Eleven that was open 24 hours. We both grabbed our bags and walked out of the parish hall. Most of the lights around the church were still off, and you could barely see anything outside. The only lights that were on were the ones inside the church.

Ashley and I were walking in the corridor. To our right were big doors leading inside the church. These doors had clear glass panels with pictures of the Stations of the Cross. I turned to my right and saw a priest inside the church. I was shocked because the main church doors were still closed. I looked again and saw that the priest was wearing red—and he had no head. He was kneeling, his body facing the altar, holding a blue rosary in his hands.

I told Ashley, and she saw it too. We ran to 7-Eleven, where we spotted our church officers on their way to church. By this time, Ashley and I had already exited the church grounds. We told our church officers about what we saw, and they were freaked out. We bought our things at 7-Eleven and headed back to the church. By then, it was around 3:10 A.M.

After this experience, another one followed.

It was Black Saturday that day. My co-church servants and I were inside the church, attending Mass. We were sitting in the first row of the fuse. Our church had a Facebook page where they posted pictures taken during the Mass. One of the photographers took a picture of us—none of us were facing the camera; we were all looking toward the altar.

The next day, the pictures were posted on Facebook. As usual, my co-church servants and I checked them. That’s when we noticed something unsettling.

There was a lady dressed in a black lace dress, with curly hair and a black veil. We noticed her immediately because she was sitting between my co-church servants, and her dark clothing contrasted sharply with ours—we were all wearing white dresses and white veils.

We were so creeped out because the spot where the lady in black was sitting was exactly where I had been standing.

I saved the picture and showed it to my parents when I got home. They were creeped out, too. They called the priest, and he came to bless our house and our family members.

The next day, I found out that this wasn’t the first time it had happened.

The woman in black had appeared in that same exact spot in every Black Saturday photo taken in that location. It had happened twice before, and my experience made it the third time.

After that, I never attended that church again.

ok so i’m brand new here but yesterday (4/5/2025) i bought a smudge stick for mine and my partners house

i’ve been seeing a shadow figure sitting in our living room that only appears when i’m by myself and wanted to try and cleanse the house because the figure scares me.

we had a family birthday party to go to yesterday so i decided id use it today but it’s nowhere to be found. i remember leaving it in the bag and setting it on the table and now it’s straight disappeared. ive asked other members of the house if they might have moved it or maybe thrown it away but everyone’s said no…what does this mean ? if anything. it’s weirding me out.

I had woke up, been laying down for a bit until i was about to get up from the corner of my eye i see something grey with i think red, black or white eyes i dont remember. But i thought it had been my mom so i thought nothing of it, when i got up i noticed nobody was home so i texted her, thats when she told me she hasnt been home for a good while. Can someone explain what i experienced? a ghost or something ?

Hey everyone,
I’ve never posted an experience like this before, but it’s something that’s stayed with me since it happened in 2021.

It was around 8 PM, and I was lying sideways on my bed with my eyes closed. I wasn’t asleep yet — just in that floaty, half-dreamy state. I could clearly hear my parents arguing in the other room. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.

Then, suddenly, I felt it.
A woman’s finger gently pressed against my shoulder… followed by a faint breath on my skin.
Not imagined. Not vague.
I felt it. I knew it wasn’t part of a dream.

And then came the heaviness — I realized I was almost paralyzed. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I wasn’t fully asleep, but my body was locked down. I didn’t feel outright terror, but I definitely felt... watched.

Then — and this is the part that still gives me chills — my mom came into the room and woke me up. I hadn’t made a sound. I hadn’t called for help. But somehow, she just knew. She told me she felt something was off.
To this day, I don’t know how or why she sensed it.

I’m still not sure what that presence was — spirit, energy, shadow, or maybe even a part of me. But the timing, the physical feeling, the almost-paralysis, and my mother’s sudden instinct to check on me... it all lines up too perfectly to ignore.

Has anyone else experienced something like this?
Was this just sleep paralysis, or something more?

Hard to explain, but this all started in 2023. I am a Christian. I went through an intense trauma at the age of 4 that actually involved an NDE. On my son's 3rd birthday, I got an answer to my prayers. I had been praying to God for years in order for me to come to some kind of peace from.the intense trauma. I was listening to a gospel song late at night about Mary Magdeline, when I saw a vision. The vision was of Jesus bringing my soul back to my body at the time the event occurred. It was a wonderful peace and blessing that I felt. At that same time, the Holy Spirit gave me another gift as well. It's a gift that is meant to help people on the other side. I still have trouble learning how to deal with it, but I have helped one soul to cross over. What this entails is hearing people interject in my thoughts on a constant basis. The first Spirit was a woman from the 1800s. She was an indentured servant named Bonnie. She actually lived in our house before we did! It was built around 1890- 1900. I heard her for 6 months since the gift. She left to heaven the day that I saw her next to my bed. She was an amber ball, but the energy was 100% her. She actually seemed scared when I saw her, because I was scared. I sang a Christian song with her and then never saw her again. Since 09/23 I have had another Spirit attach to me, right after she left. It's funny because a lot of these people don't move on because of strained relationships with family on the other side. The next one was someone from outside my house. He was actually hanging out at a children's science museum where I would take my kids. At first I had no idea how he worked but he loves to trick me and actually bully me as well. He would interject into my train of thought and make it seem like his idea was my idea. He was an early adolescent named Timothy, who died back in 1972 at age 15. He shot himself because his step-dad abused him severely. He was a class clown in school and pretty much no one knew he was depressed at all. Most of the time he will tell me stuff either in my thoughts or at night while I sleep. He doesn't really like to tell me much about his life but he says more than others I have heard. On several occasions, I have seen him at night when I wake up from sleep. He will appear as a wave in the air. Kind of like how the air gets distorted when heat is coming off of a hot surface. It's not so much what I see but how I feel. I know he is there. Last week, he actually stood next to my bed and I saw an outline of his head and shoulders. That is the boldest he has ever been. The outline looked like water forming a silhouette of his upper torso. When I saw him I screamed out his name because I knew it was him. I tried to go back to sleep. Just moments later, my door opened by itself halfway open. So he definitely wanted to intimidate me. I don't know how to feel about the gift I was given. I have only told my therapist, husband, and mother. It sounds crazy, I get it. I think the hardest part is feeling alone. I don't expect anyone to believe me and as a matter of fact the people I have told think it is just a mental health issue. I cry about it a lot because I hate the feeling of not being alone in my thoughts. Having people hear YOU 24/7. It goes both ways. Anyway don't know where to put this but I feel like this might be a good subreddit to chose. I do wonder if other people can hear spirits. It's funny because when they know you can hear them, some will often follow YOU. As a Christian, I just pray to God and consider it a gift for me to help others. Even though it hurts every day. It is a blessing because God gave it to me though I don't know why.

Exactly as the title reads. My wife and I continue to experience an energy in our kitchen. But we think that energy is playful. Our two lines of reasoning are a) we don’t get a negative vibe from the energy and b) the events are always playful in nature.

Our first experience was about a year ago when we watched a bag of marshmallows was pulled out of a cookie jar and landed on the floor. It didn’t fall out. It didn’t tip over. The only way for this bag of marshmallows to have gotten on the floor is if it was pulled out. More recently we’ve had silverware picked up and dropped in the sink. They don’t fall into the sink, they don’t shift in the sink. They are lifted what sounds to be about a foot out of the sink and then dropped. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen it, but I’ve replicated the noise.

Lastly, caps are starting to be twisted off. Just today, the cap on our olive oil came off and rolled about a foot away from the container. That one I did see. Everything unexplainable seems to only occur in the kitchen. Each time these things happen, it doesn’t scare me. It’s more of a inquisitive and playful feeling. I’m wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar? It’s the energy of a child, or even a cat lol

So I moved things around my room, you can’t see your reflection or anything while sitting on the bed, but you can see the whole bed if you stand INFRONT of the mirror, I’ve heard it’s bad to have a mirror facing your bed, is that fine or should I move it?

hello, im from mexico so my english isn't that good but i hope you understand this, i'm not hopping that someone belives me just that i can vent, well, What happened is that last night I was alone with my mother, I live with my father, my brother and my sister, in my house, I am the youngest so nobody would believe me if I told them about this, but I know what is going on, like I said I was alone with my mother it was something like 10:30 P.M. but we were still awake, I was in her room and she said to me, “Natalia, did you put your clothes in the washing machine?” I answered yes, and she said, “Did you put them out to dry?” and then I remembered that i didn't , so I said to her, “God, I forgot!!!” and he said, “come on, hurry up so you can go to sleep,” to give you an idea, my mom’s room is next to the stairs and my room faces my brother’s, it’s worth noting that every time my brother goes out at night his room is off but he always leaves it open, I guess to air it out, but every time it’s night I feel like something is watching me from there, he has a lot of things hanging on his wall that are easy to see, like vinyl records or guitars, he’s a musician, but every time it’s day you can tell who he is, I don’t mind being there, I’ve even slept there, but I never sleep well, I feel like someone is watching me, I’m 14 years old, I was never a girl who believed in monsters under the bed or in the closet, but when I’m there I feel like those monsters are real, I’ve never dared to check, since I’m really afraid of finding something, but especially when he goes out at night (which is rare, he’s a very antisocial person) I’m scared of leaving my room, I feel like something could happen, returning to the story, when my mother told me about my clothes, I barely opened the door and set a foot outside when I heard a noise in his room, "hell nah, I'm not going to see what happened" I told my mother, she replied, "don't be silly, let's see" we went closer to see and one of the vinyls fell, as well as the trash can, let's keep in mind that the vinyl and the trash can were too far away for the vinyl to have knocked over the trash can, my mother told me "see Natalia? nothing happened” I calmed down a little, went downstairs, checked my clothes and returned to my room, when I saw my mom had picked up what was on the floor, so I calmed down, but I swear I felt like it wasn't something normal, my mom says it was the dog that threw it, my dog ​​​​is a medium white and gray chihuahua with short hair called Dolce, but even so he was too small to have thrown the vinyl, and it's true that these last few days in the area where I live there is a lot of wind, but not enough to have thrown the vinyl and the trash can, I know it wasn't Dolce, because when I went out and heard that he went up the stairs to see what had happened, apart from Dolce I have Gabbana, a 5-year-old Siamese kitten, with blue eyes and some spots on her fur, I decided to go to sleep already tired around 1:15 A.M. since I finished my chapter of my series, apart my boyfriend was at a party so he was telling me some things, when I went to sleep at exactly 5:00 A.M. a horrible sound began to sound that woke up my entire house, seconds passed before we realized that it was my cat, that was making a noise as if it was fighting with something, when we woke up we ran to see my cat, I share a room with my sister, she is the oldest of my siblings, so many times she is the most mature to react to these types of situations or to analyze them, but not even she knew what it could be, despite not having any clues, I knew that this had something to do with what had happened in my brother's room, I felt it, as soon as we stood up to see what was happening we opened the door to our rooms, and Gabbana came into mine, I saw her all fluffed up as if she had fought with something or even someone… as soon as the whole mess ended when we saw the floor where my cat had urinated, sometimes when she defends herself or feels uncomfortable she urinates to keep the other person away, but this time she was supposedly alone, right? I want to believe that she was, the thing is that her collar had fallen off, or someone took it off, it is not an easy collar to put on or take off, but it was on the floor, as if someone had taken it off, she fell asleep in my room, so we did not have any more problems, another detail that I forgot to mention is that when my cat arrived, she was wet, but not like she had fallen into the pool, more like she had been licked, we thought that maybe she fought with an animal but we inspected well and for my cat to have made a noise like that it could only be another cat or something bigger, my mother inspected my house and said she didn't find anything, as soon as all this was over my sister told her boyfriend, her boyfriend is someone relaxed, he works as a bartender so he leaves work late, that's why he was able to answer when she sent him the audio, "haha surely she fought with a goblin" said her boyfriend, my sister answered "I don't know, I don't know if it was an animal or if it was something paranormal…” when I heard the word paranormal I decided tell my sister what had happened before, she thought it was the wind, but we were already scared so we just closed the door and went to sleep, it's already 1:00 P.M. and nothing else has happened, but I will keep you informed if anything else happens, another important fact that I think is necessary to mention is that around 2021 a father came to bless my house for something from some spirits that we had been feeling for some time, that's all, after that nothing else happened, but now I say goodbye, if anyone knows what could have happened please tell me...

"Every Thanksgiving, a man in black watched the children. One year, we followed him."

I wasn’t supposed to tell this story. Doel, my grandfather’s hometown near the Belgian border, no longer exists on the map. But every time Thanksgiving approaches, I hear whispers—children laughing, then screaming—in my sleep.

It all started in the 1920s. Doel was a small, peaceful town. People lived simple lives. But every year, during the Thanksgiving week, a strange man appeared. He wore all black, had a thick build, and stood completely still near the town’s festival grounds. He never interacted with anyone. Just… watched. Especially the children.

At first, they thought he was just a lonely traveler. But then the bodies started showing up.

Every year, on the last day of Thanksgiving break, children would go missing. Hours later, their bodies would be found hanging from the same oak tree near the edge of the forest. Always the same tree. No signs of struggle. No blood. Just... hanging there, as if placed gently.

Year after year, it kept happening.

In 1935, a group of townspeople decided to follow the man. They trailed him deep into the woods, where he entered an old, rotting farmhouse hidden in a valley. When they peeked inside, they saw something that none of them could ever forget.

A ritual.

There was a large wooden table at the center of the room. On it, dried blood, symbols carved into the wood, pieces of skin—child-sized. And in the middle, an old, black-and-white photo of a young boy. On the back of the photo, one word was written in Flemish: "Verloren" (Lost).

Before they could react, the man appeared behind them. He spoke in a language no one recognized. It wasn’t just words—it was noise that bypassed their ears and carved itself into their bones. One person fainted. Another vomited. The rest ran. But they all said the same thing: he wasn’t human.

Three days later, the entire town of Doel was wiped off the map. A massive earthquake hit. Buildings collapsed. Every single resident died. But here’s the strange part: no seismic activity was ever recorded. According to every geological record, the ground never shook.

The town simply... vanished.

Years passed. My grandfather was one of the few who escaped because he had left Doel shortly before the quake. He told me everything before he died. I never believed it—until last year.

I visited where Doel used to be. Nothing was left but cracked earth and scattered debris. Yet, the moment I stepped into the forest, I heard laughter. Then a scream. Then... whispering in a language I couldn’t understand.

I saw something, too.

A man, dressed in black, standing between the trees. Watching.

I ran. I didn’t look back.

Now, it’s almost Thanksgiving again. I’ve been hearing things at night. The photo of the boy? It appeared in my apartment last week. Same word on the back.

Verloren.

I think... I think he’s coming back.

And this time, he’s not coming for the children.

One of my elderly neighbours has dementia and often tells stories but never like this, so I want to know y’all’s opinions

I was talking to him the other day, and he went on to say that one of his grandchildren couldn’t sleep for 2 years, to which he entered her room on Christmas Eve and saw a spirit (I can’t remember the exact type he said but one that prays on innocent children when they are asleep) and inhaled him into his body to get the spirit away. After that day he got a call about his grandchild being able to sleep again

• no1 : he doesn’t have any grandchildren nor children

So I am confused by this, whether something may be affecting him or if something has genuinely happened in the past

This happened around 1977 when I was almost 11 yrs old, and my cousin was 10 yrs old. I was at my cousin's house for the weekend. She lived in a duplex where her grandparents lived in the bottom apartment, and my cousin and her family lived up the stairs in the top two floors.

My cousin's grandfather (her mother's dad, I'm related to her father) was a mean old man. All he did was yell and he scared the shit out of me. My cousin Lisa was pretty hyperactive, and he was always yelling out the door at her when we played outside. Every time I heard that scary voice, I'd jump out of my skin, freeze on the spot, and was scared he'd walk over and hurt us. He never hurt us though, but that thunderous voice made me fear that. I subsequently found out he was a pretty heavy drinker.

One sunny summer's day her and I were playing catch with a ball in the lane way. This was the year after her grandfather died in 1976 (thank God). There were angled bay windows facing this lane way that looked into her grandmother's living room. For some unknown reason, I swear I don't know why, Lisa and I stopped playing catch and gazed into her grandma's bay windows. (Grandma was upstairs with Lisa's mom). All of a sudden, we saw a full-bodied form slowly materialize in front of the fireplace and mantle. You could tell it was shaped like a tall man. Even though this figure was translucent and not detailed, I could tell this figure was wearing an old man cardigan. We were on the outside looking into a dark room but there was no mistaking this bright figure that lingered for several minutes. No face either, but I just knew it was facing us. I literally felt the energy around us supercharge (even though we were outside) and it felt like time just stopped.

The figure slowly but surely faded (like the faze out on the old Star Trek) and Lisa and I slowly turned to face each other with our mouths open in surprise. I said to her only "did you see that?" She said "yeah that was my grandpa!". We ran into the house, tore up those stairs and yelled about what we saw to her mother and grandmother. Of course they laughed it off and talked about our imaginations. I was extra scared because I hated and feared her mean, scary grandfather.....and he was back!

Twenty years later, I visited Lisa so our toddlers could play together. I asked her "do you remember what we saw in your grandma's living room when we were kids?" Lisa replied, "Yes, I remember". And we've never mentioned it again.

Haven't seen anything before or since. My story is not as scary or exciting as other people's, but to this day, I feel conflicted about it. I sort of DON'T believe in ghosts, but I know what I saw on that warm, sunny summer's day. And it WAS a ghost.