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?

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.

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...

Needing advice here, a family member of mine decided it was a great idea to buy ghost tech and use it in the house.(Despite my warnings not to.) How do I convince them to stop it?

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

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.

I didn’t know where else to share this but I have to talk about it, Something growled at my cat from under my bed. To explain I have two cats, I was lying in bed after waking up, my girlfriend standing in the door way just feet away. One of our cats approaches the bed to jump up and then suddenly a low growl from what sounds like coming from under my bed. The growl almost sounded exactly like a feline growling, it stopped my cat in her tracks and she ran away to the other room lightning fast, we both heard it and I assumed it was our other cat named Bobby. I tried to tell Bobby off when my girlfriend interrupted me and said “Bobby’s in the living room” which was on the other side of the door way she was standing in, she could see both cats. We have no other pets so this was an odd one for me, not quite how I wanted to wake up today lol.

Mine was when I was a kid, I saw a ghost of a lil boy, found out later it was the spirit of my mom's lil brother who died from a enlarged heart. The house was the place my mom grew up in. I remember I only saw him for about a second or two, then he disappeared.

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?

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.

Sometimes when I close my eyes it’s like a lot of colors popping mostly green and purple, sometimes I close my eyes it’s like outlines. Once in the shower it was like a freaky grin with crooked teeth came closer and closer. It disappears once I open my eyes again but sometimes it stays even after I close my eyes once I close my eyes again. Does anyone have any idea why or what this means, it’s commoner for me than anything else. I really don’t know what it means, it usually happens when I’m alone or sometimes about to go to sleep. Does anyone have any ideas on why or what they are?

I thought I would post this on here. This happened a while ago but I was in our living room and it was night. My wife was at work. I heard our kitchen door open and shut (it has a distinct clicking sound). I waited for her but she never came into the living room like she always does so I got up and found no one was home.

I heard the door make the same noise when she was gone and this time I immediately got up and looked and no one was there. The door was also locked so no way it could open and shut.

I also saw a shadow pass me in the corner of my eye and told my youngest to get back to bed without a response only to find that he was asleep. Never had these problems until we bought this house a few years ago. It's an older house. I have always felt like I'm being watched but that might just be my paranoia but never felt that in our previous house.

It's been almost a year since anything weird has happened. I spoke to my counselor about it and she said that it could be a lot of things but she mentioned that it could be something "spiritual "?

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 want to start by saying that I am not a true believe nor a skeptic. I think that there are a lot of unknowns in this world and the afterlife is one of them. I experienced things in my life, mostly in my childhood, but I always thought of them as an overactive imagination.

Now to my dilemma. We moved into this house in 2021, it's a new house, we bought it from the project stage so we are the first owners. The land was farm land back in the day so nothing strange there. There weren't any wars in our area, we don't live in USA so no native burial grounds nothing like that.

A couple of weeks ago I started to not feel alone in the house. I feel watched, I see something out of the corner of my eye and hear a lot of weird sounds.The sounds are not new, and since we moved I always thought it was the house settling. Sometimes when I go in one of the bedrooms the bed makes a sound like someone is sitting down on it. In the beginning I thought it was because of the floors not being leveled, and I was stepping on a floor board that moved the bed, but now I don't know.I live with my partner and our cat, but during the day it's only me and the cat at home. It happens during the day, not so much at night.

Whenever I see things out of the corner of my eye it's like someone is passing by. I also see this outside in the garden and I know there isn't anyone since our garden is fenced and it always happens during the day. If I had to describe it it's like a tall dark figure walking in the distance.

The cat hasn't been acting strange since I noticed all of these weird things, so I don't know what to think about them.

I work from home so I am the one experiencing all of this most of the time. There were a few instances when my partner was in the office with the back towards the door, alone, and felt cold air comming to his desk. He thinks it's one of our dogs that passed away since whenever he calls it by name and tells it to stop and go to bed it always stops.

We also believe that our cat is the reincarnation of our other dogs since he does all the exact things that he did when he was alive.

What do you think about this?

P.S, while I was writing this the bed in our second bedroom made a noise. It's only me and the cat in the house, we are both in the living room

Every night I turn out my bedside lamp. Every night I do this. I can not sleep with it on. But for 5 nights in a row, I have woken up in the middle of the night with my lamp on. Always at the exact same time: 2:09 AM. I'm just peacefully sleeping in the dark, when out of the blue, I'm woken by the lamp. I don't know if I wake up just after it turns on, or if it stays on for hours before I wake up. I don't know if I'm hallucinating about turning it off before bed, but I know that I can't sleep when it's bright

This is gonna be long so buckle up, basically I'm going to tell you everything in my paranormal house such keeps happening and has happened. Basically let's start from one of the most scary things so I had a friend over and I was watching Sam and Kolbe I was talking about Sally because she didn't really watch Sam and Kolbe at the time And Sally is basically this guy, the spirit, pretending to be a little girl and he attached to Sam so after I said, Sally for a second time these lights turned on, and we don't know why the lights turned on because that doesn't usually happen which was already weird enough and then the lights by the kitchen flickered and we were both freaked out. This was probably the most recent paranormal thing I've done the red book challenge a couple times you know really scary stuff because we got scary accurate answers and I have attachments which is I don't really care. OK so onto the next at night the door to my room starts to wiggle make noises. It sounds like somebody's trying to open it without turning the handle and this only happens 12 AM and later and it'll stop at five. I think it's the air but I'm not really sure about that. I see things too like let's say as I'm typing this out. I looked in the mirror like just now. I looked in the mirror and I saw a head pop out the side freaked me out a bit, but it's not enough to scare me. You know I see figures you know normal stuff there's different tensions in different rooms the other day I was recording a video and walking around. I went into my brother's room and he was at home at the time and as I stepped in I was talking about how this room isn't really scary but I see things sometimes there were really loud noises and I was home alone and I was it was something I didn't really understand but definitely scary. I'm going to start doing an investigation soon. I just have to get my hands on some equipment and I'll update later. Also I'm sorry you had to read this terribly long paragraph

ALSO IF IT SAYS SMT WRONG ITS BC I STUTTER AND IT PUTS IT IN THE PASSAGE BC I DIDNT FEEL LIKE TYPING

"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 Canada 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. Bralorne 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 Bralorne shortly before the quake. He told me everything before he died. I never believed it—until last year.

I visited where Bralorne 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.

Hey everyone, recently I have encountered something strange in my own house. I've been living here for a few years and have never really seen any paranormal activity in the house. It was around 2am and I was on my desk in the living room when I was about to go to sleep. As I was leaving this desk, from the corner of my eye I see an opague giant (like 7 to 8 ft tall) white spirit with white flowy clothing and what appeared to be like feathers. It did not look really human. It also reminded me of a giant scarecrow. It was not super skinny. I didn't feel that much of a negative vibe from it honestly, but it was just watching over me looking down at me (I'm quite short and again this spirit was so tall)

I keep trying to find information but I can't seem to find anything that is quite like this. Is it a demon? Who knows.

The only other paranormal experience I had in this place was a few months ago when I was trying to sleep and heard someone talk to me in my ear with what seems to be latin.

Does anyone have an idea of what this could be? Thanks

I want to share something strange that happened to me and my wife in June 2022. We were at home, casually watching a movie in the living room, when something completely unexplainable occurred.

Out of nowhere, we heard the distinct Facebook Messenger ringtone . It wasn’t from the movie or the TV,it was coming from right next to our sofa.

At first, we thought it was a glitch in the audio or maybe a part of the movie’s sound , but it continued for several seconds. It wasn’t a faint sound, either — it was loud and clear. We paused the movie and check our phones.(We only had our phones but nothing else)

We checked everything. None of them had an incoming call, a missed message, or any sign of activity. We even went through the app histories, checked notifications, and verified that Messenger wasn’t even open on any of the devices.

We thought that the sound could have come from our neighbour’s apartment, but it was unlikely because the sound was so clear and especially coming out from beside the sofa and the apartment had a very thick wall. We could barely listen any sound from there.

We even moved furniture and checked behind the cushions, thinking maybe we had missed something, like a speaker or something. But there was nothing.

After about 10 seconds, the sound stopped, just like a regular missed call . It didn’t show up in any of the message logs, and we didn’t hear it again. We were left feeling unsettled. The experience didn’t make sense, and we couldn’t come up with a logical explanation.

Has anyone else experienced something similar, is there a logical tech-related explanation, or could this be something more? Would love to hear your thoughts and theories.

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.

Its 11:20 in the night. I was lying in my bed attempting to sleep. And then, out of nowhere, my metal cup randomly falls on the ground. And it fell quite far away from my table. I put the cup in the middle of the table, away from the edge. Its been 40 minutes, and i've spend the first 39 trying to process what happened. This is the first time it happened. I suspect that its related with something i received as a gift, A nice muslim grandma gave me one of those packets for Hari Raya. And the incident happened on the same day. Im just suspecting. No Islamophobia btw.

Looking for spooky things around KC MO. Also, any oddities shop suggestions welcome.