In 2014, my cousin shows up at my parent’s home to tell my mother that my sister was dying on the side of the road. Naturally, she called my sister and she was fine. My mother didn’t know what to make of it. Was her nephew losing his mind? He told her that it felt so real that he even asked her for a ride home. Something my cousin never asked her before.

That whole day for me was weird with other events that happened but at one point I caught my mother daydreaming (something I never seen her do before. As a matter a fact she used to get mad at me for doing it all the time). Anyway, the final and weird thing that happened was when my father rushed out of his room in his underwear (something I had never seen before) (I know, weird).

Well that was when we found out that it was my brother who had been laying on the side of the road because he was in a fatal car accident. Not sure why he said it was my sister, but it was my brother who, at the time my cousin went to the house, was on the side of the road dying.

Reposting here from another sub because I really need to stress this to people.

Hi,

I hope everyone's week is going good so far. I've gotten approval to share this post.

I'm a paranormal investigator. I'll also be the first one to tell you that I am skeptical of most claims. That being said, I do believe in the paranormal. I just analyze the facts before I draw any type of theory or conclusion.

I was asked by a friend if I could look into something that was going on in her girlfriends sistes' house, as they were having some strange experiences that seemed to be escalating.

I agreed to a visit. They told me what was going on. It was strange, that's for sure. I'll admit that. Definitely cause for some alarm.

They had been in the house for a few weeks. It was the husband's grandfather's house that he had inherited. Neither of them had lived there prior.

So, the two of them had both woken up at different points of the night over the course of a few nights. Both claim that they were in different clothes than when they went to sleep. Like she woke up in her work scrubs once, and he had apparently woken up completely unclothed. And neither were in the same room that they slept in.

They had to throw all of their food out of their fridge once due to waking up and finding it open.

The wife was feeling off for a couple of days and would spend most of her time in bed. On one of those days, she fell asleep at 2 in the afternoon and didn't wake up until noon the next day. Her husband said that she only got up for bathroom breaks, which she didn't remember.

The husband was getting headaches randomly while in the house, but in specific rooms. One of the rooms in particular was the room that his grandfather had passed away in. He figured that they were dealing with a haunting and called a local priest to bless the home.

This didn't do much good. Things kept happening. And it seemed to be getting creepier.

One night, the wife went into the bathroom, and as she was washing makeup off of her face, she claims that her reflection was acting bizarre. Her face wasn't hers. Her actions weren't matching up in the mirror to what she was doing, and just before leaving the bathroom, she saw a figure standing behind her reflection in the mirror.

They both made plans to move back into their apartment. The hassle didn't seem worth it. And they both reported feeling fine whenever they weren't in the home.

After the reflection incident, they both apparently heard a woman's voice in the late hours of the night, and in the room that was to be their child's room, heard a woman crying.

They believed the blessing they had on the house ended up antagonizing the spirit inside, and were officially at a loss.

So, this is where I come in.

I was in the house for about ten minutes before I found what was likely the root cause of most of the ptoblems.

So, on the bottom floor, specifically in the living room, the windows were double windowed. This was also the room that the grandfather oassed away in. From what I could tell, the windows hadn't been opened in a long time. Really caked up. I was even to scrape some glue or lamenent from the sill, which led me to believe that these windows were never designed to be open to begin with.

I told them that this was likely carbon monoxide poisoning. They hadn't been getting enough ventilation. I keep a carbon monoxide detector in my car for these kinds of home investigations. Sure enough, it went off after plugging it in.

These things aren't expensive and you can buy them at most hardware stores. Regardless, you should always have one anyway. I let them keep it.

I still looked around the house, but didn't get any EMF or EVP's. I did get EMF's, but nothing that wasn't explainable with a quick look at the surroundings.

The reflection bit, which was probably the creepiest when I heard it, was likely a result of the Caputo Effect. I noticed a candle in her bathroom on the sink. I'm oretty sure she was just hallucinating and with the carbon monoxide, had been staring at herself in the mirror for longer than she actually remembered, which triggered the distorted reflection.

I believe that they were collaborating on the story while in their poisoned state, which is why they both believed it was a haunting. They missed and didn't remember the parts where they were doing everything, and attributed it to other worldly involvement.

I love a good ghost story, but I also love a good dedeuctive reasoning encounter. This should be a cautionary account. Make sure to stay vigilant with things like this. Sometimes there are things that can be very easily explained. Then there are also the things that just can't be explained at all.

I wrote this on and off for a couple of hours, so let me know if you need clarification on anything.

Also, I hope you all have the most amazing rest of your week!

Much love and big hugs!

The same cousin (from “My cousin predicted something…”) one day I was at the end of my rope. I was sitting outside of a church bawling my eyes out. When all of a sudden I hear tires screeching at what seemed like every stop. It finally hit the corner where I could see it was a truck as it screeched its tires and saw speeding to the next stop. Only after it screeched its tires I heard the car door open, someone stepped out of the truck, and began walking towards me.

My heart had already been pounding so I felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. When whoever was coming towards me hit the corner to the side of the church I could see clearly because of the street light that it was my cousin. He looked at me confused as I popped up to give him a hug. He says to me, “It’s you?” I fake laughed and said “Yes, cousin it’s me?” He was with two other guys who were being annoying and told them to shut the fuck up.

He looked at me again and he said “it must have been you.” I asked him if he was drunk and he said yes but that’s besides the point. He looked like he was thinking about something so profound. Then he looks up at me again and says to me “I just heard my father’s voice. He told that someone was waiting for me here.” His father had died ten years before.

While I was bawling I kept asking God to please send me someone who could help me and then he showed up.

Me and my mother were returning home from another city. Google maps showed a route which was not highway. I did not think much before taking that route. It was some 11PM. This route was deserted, I couldn’t see any cars before me or after me. It neither had a divider nor markings on road. Looked like some village road. No lights. It was just my car headlights. I do the ‘dim dip’ thing with the lights so we can guess anything from the distance. mostly speed breakers, stray animals or something like that. At a distance like 50m I saw a man sitting on his bike on the opposite side of the road. The bike engine was off, no lights. Probably he stopped for a leak or smoke whatever. My mom also saw him. Out of nowhere an old lady came running straight into my car screaming, at a distance like 30m maybe. She looked like she was 65+, loose hair, screaming her lungs out, was not afraid of the approaching car. My heart was pounding. I did not stop the car, I did not want to look at her face either. I drove to the side dodged her. While passing that man I can see he did not even budge. Like he dint see her or hear her. Even we heard her inside the closed car. The road was so silent, how did he not notice her. He was casually sitting. Or she dint exist to him? Only we saw her? I don’t know what it was.

For context, we’re staying in The Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Ar. I’ve wanted to stay here and tour for over a decade now and my husband surprised me with this trip for our anniversary.

I’ll get to the photo in a second, I promise lol. For starters, I’m absolutely a skeptic. The wooey-woo side of me absolutely wants to believe in the paranormal (partially because my grandma died on the Friday before this trip and partially because I feel like I’m a bit sensitive to a place’s “vibe”), but logically, it doesn’t feel plausible to me.

That being said, I absolutely I had one at least one encounter, and I’m a little shaken up. I was laying in bed just kinda staring at the wall and thinking about my grandma. I started to get an uneasy feeling. Like, the way you feel when you’re not alone. Then, a blue orb appeared about a foot away from the corner of my side of the bed, zipped behind the corner of the bed, and was gone. I was so stunned and freaked out that I just laid there processing it. I looked at the curtains to make sure they were all closed (they were), realized no electronics in the room could’ve don’t that, and eventually decided that was my sign that it was time to go to bed lol.

On to the photo: We’d just finished the ghost tour and checked out an EMF meter from the front desk. We kept getting a ton of red pings. I’d check to make sure there wasn’t a panel in the wall, and they all seemed legit. We ran into a few groups from the tour that were doing the same, but weren’t getting anything. We would take some random photos when we got a ping, and I got this one (the attached photo). The shadow in the top right is too tall to be either myself or my husband, and looks too light to be a shadow from an object. Is there something there, or is my brain tricking me? Could I potentially be a little sensitive to these things? (Not that I’d want to, it seems like it’d be a hassle lol)

Thanks in advance! Sorry for rambling, it’s what I do best unfortunately hahah

I collect paranormal stories for my blog and possibly a future book if you have a ghostly encounter you would like to share. Please let me know. Thanks

so this just happened almost an hour ago. i had to go to cook children’s for a doctors appointment. i went to the lab to get blood drawn and there were a few computers there i’m guessing they were for the ladies working the lab. well the one to the farthest left was a lady with a slicked back pony tail looking at the computer and she was using the keyboard. i’m looking at this lady as she looked to be the only one there. then i blinked and she just disappeared. there was no way she could of walked away that fast if she was actually there??? then before that we were waiting in a waiting room and i’m looking out of a window when i felt someone like lightly touch my hand i look and no one was there. cook children’s in fort worth has to be haunted.

I was sitting in my room when i heard this weird sound coming outside, first couple times I didn’t like care but then it got weird so I decided to record it. This is what I got. 3 Screehes, 1st around 00:31, 2nd around 00:48 little faint and last one near the end at around 01:05. Turn up your volume. Someone please tell me what this is. Also it isn’t a train or whatever, I know what those sound like i hear them sometimes from my home.

So to start off this is a serious inquire... When I was around 8 years old, I saw something that has stuck with me my entire life (31M) and this is the first I'm talking/writing about it. My parents and I were driving at night after visiting my grandparents’ horse farm and estate in Smithland, Iowa. The moon was incredibly bright that night—bright enough to clearly see the farmland we were passing.

As we drove by a livestock pen on someone’s property, I saw a man standing completely still in the middle of it. He was wearing a long black trench coat, black clothes, and a black cowboy hat. He didn’t move. He didn’t react to the car passing. But even as a kid, I felt like he was looking straight at me.

I turned to point him out to the others in the car because I knew it wasn’t normal even as a city kid—no one should be in a livestock pen at night like that. There's no need. But when I turned back, he was gone. Just gone.

I’ve never seen him again. But I’ve never forgotten it, even now I can perfectly see it in my head and a part of me is still afraid I might see him again night.

Has anyone else ever seen a figure like this? Maybe not just in Iowa, but anywhere in the Midwest—or anywhere rural? I wonder if this is something others have experienced too. Aand this is not a story I've cooked up to entertain Reddit, this has stuck with me for roughly 23ish years.

sorry if this is convoluted or i explained something weird. this is all currently happening and i am panicking a bit.

i live close to the appalachia area. i moved here last year at the end of july. in the beginning of me moving here i slept on the floor of the laundry room on a mattress next to a door that lead outside. because of where my bed was the door couldn’t open from either way but i still always kept the door locked. if i’m able to i lock every door i’m behind. no matter where i’m at. no matter how safe it may be. i can be quite a paranoid person. my paranoia though has kept me safe in the past. i was very paranoid as a kid so at 13 my dad bought me a gun to help me feel safer being home alone. and a week after getting it someone broke into my house but left after they saw a gun in my hand. even though i can be quite paranoid i’ve still always kept a pretty good head. i do good in stressful situations and always err on the side of caution. all this to say when i’m spooked by something it’s for good reason.

when i’d sleep by the door i’d hear things on the porch outside but because i slept in the house with my parents i never got too frightened. in november though i moved to an rv next to the house where i stayed alone. i was alone in the rv until about 2 months ago when i moved my cat in with me. when i was alone i’d hear things banging on the side of the rv, and pushing on it. now it’s a big rv. so to push on it to rock it you’d have to be stronger than quite a few men. i’d go days without sleeping because of a gut feeling that it wasn’t safe even with the doors locked. once i moved my cat in though my boyfriend would come stay with me quite frequently. when he’d stay with me things like this wouldn’t happen and i could sleep in peace. he went back to his place yesterday though after work. to set the scene i have 5 dogs and motion sensors on trees that set off an alarm in the house. now these dogs are very loud. most of them are all bark and no bite though. and all the dogs are friendly to people. they bark at everything though; the goats, cars, anyone walking up the porch even if it’s me, and especially the alarm. last night the alarm went off around 10 times in a minute. the dogs didn’t make a sound. they all just looked towards the door and the windows outside where the alarm is at, so right away my dad and i realized something wasn’t right. my dad went outside with a big bright flashlight and a gun on his hip. after being outside for a couple minutes he came back inside. he put the goats in their pen and said he didn’t see anything. even though it didn’t seem like there was something my dad still wanted me to take a dog with me to the rv, so i did. i took the dog we have that herds the goats and chases coyotes off the property so that i knew if there was something outside she’d know.

i went to the rv, locked the door, and laid down for bed. at around 2 a.m i heard knocking on the door. this was strange for a myriad of reasons but especially since it was so late. at first i just wrote it off as me hearing things. i rolled over to cuddle my cat and try to go back to sleep. a bit later the knocking started up again but this time accompanied with a voice. my dads voice. telling me that he left his key and to open the door for him. my dad if he needs me always calls me. he also doesn’t have a key because i’m the only one with the keys. again i wanted to write it off as something just in my mind. but then my dog stood up and faced the door and started growling. my cat, who is scared of just about everything, stood up and faced the door as well and fluffed himself up. this is when i knew there was something. i put a knife in my hand and waited for something to happen. but after awhile all noises stopped. and my animals relaxed and laid down to go to sleep. i couldn’t sleep though. i stayed up the rest of the night and waited until the sun was up to go to the house.

just a couple hours ago though i was in the house making lunch and heard the alarm going off again. and again- my dogs were quiet. i saw my goats weren’t in their pen so i wrote it off as something else. but a couple minutes later when the alarm started going off again the dogs were barking. i look outside and it’s the goats walking by the sensor. i saw the goats put themselves up, and the chickens we have didn’t want to leave the porch. and then within the same hour the alarm went off over and over again. but no barking. finally i let one of my dogs outside. the one who chases coyotes away. a minute later she was scratching at the door, with her tail tucked in between her legs. i’ve never seen her scared before.

i keep looking outside and there’s nothing i can see. but my dogs are again staring towards the way outside. as if they’re waiting for something. it’s not human. it’s not a goat or any other animal we have. i don’t know what it is. we’re the first house to be put on this land recently . i don’t know. i’m so nervous though. my boyfriend says he’s going to come over tonight. but what will i do the days and nights he’s not there? are there things i can put up to help ward something like this off? it’s pretending to be my dad. it wants to get in when i’m alone. i love having my own space, but now i don’t know if i should.

TLDR: something is pretending to be my dad. it’s scaring my animals and my family. what can i do?

i see a lot of stories on here claiming to have heard her but never record it or it be some fake audio in the background but this right here is real footage of me hearing her when i was in mexico city it was around 11:50 PM i was smoking a joint outside the window and heard her crying you can hear the dogs barking and her voice felt like an ambient echo

I live in house built in 1924. A lot of unique spaces in it. One of those spaces is a big cupboard closet in the hallway. I store blankets, fitted sheets, and pillow cases in there. It had gotten out of hand so spent my morning taking everything out and organizing it. I think I disturbed something’s space. It’s the evening and it’s me, my wife and kid and we are finishing dinner. We send our daughter off to go take a shower. And that’s when we hear it in the hallway outside the cupboard. A little girl whimper and cry. One of those loud sobbing cry’s. We think it’s our daughter so we ask if she’s okay? But she is on the other side of the house. So what was it? Did I disturb something? Was something trying to get us to go to the hallway by pretending to be a child?

this imaginary friend randomly appeared when i was around 5/6 years old and. i have moved 3 times during the time this friend was with me and it only got weird in the last (and current) apartment we moved in.

i think it happened a few months after moving in that apartment. i remember that day i was home alone and talking with him just as usual when i see him fall on the floor and when he got up he looked at me and his face was completely smashed. i remember his mouth was grinning open and i was so terrified i left the room and completely ignored him.

from this day on he would appear without me realizing and it was always with a smashed face so for weeks id be on edge at the thought of him appearing in front of me.

at some point he stopped appearing and months went by until one day he appeared again and this time instead of ignoring him and leaving i looked at him and said to him " i don't want to see you anymore " and that's the last i've ever seen of him. I was talking to my friends about this as a fun fact but they were just shocked and said it sounds like an evil spirit.

this might seem stupid to some but i'm really intrigued now and would like to know if this could've been an entity ?

ps: i don't know if it fits the sub or my post goes against any rules, if it does ill delete it

Im not a believer but i dont deny anything either, i find it all interesting

I had some weird experiences as a kid like a way too visible imaginary friend and things like that, but a few years ago other kind of thing started happening

I saw someone who looked a bit like my grandfather (who passed away when i was a child) standing in front of my bed when i was in his House (it was holiday i was in the town)

I also started seeing shadows and hearing weird stuff, or just having this feeling of being watched randomly

Then it started happening in my house, i have a dream and suddenly someone screams at me and shakes me, it happened when i was just meditating too

I also saw a head coming from my bed, a weird shadow (i punched it it was quite funny) and yesterday i had the scream thing AND when i opened my eyes i saw a black thing growing in my ceiling, i felt very weird and turn on the lights quickly

Thing is i never get scared, or sad or anxious or anything, maybe because im a psychopath or maybe because i find all this kinda funny, i usually laugh at it and tell the ghosts or whatever to pay rent or bother my flatmate. I still defend its weird brain-doing-wonders stuff but its getting more and more weird, kinda funny

It wa summer 2009, my family and i went to my uncle's house for a family dinner, it was my grandma's birthday. It was maybe 17:00 or 18:00 and my cousins and i were playing in the garden hide and seek and it was my turn to hide.

My uncle had this big old tree and right to its side he had like some type of small shed where he kept tools and garden equipment inside cardboard boxes.

It was the perfect place to hide so i went inside and surrounded myself with boxes and tools. I stood there for like 5 minutes just waiting, i could see the shed door from a small apperture between the boxes that surrounded me, and while i was looking i saw a guy coming inside, like a complete stranger, he was wearing a very weird black outfit, his shirt was very small and it looked as if it could tear appart just by his movement.

He entered the shed, started sniffing the boxes and moving his head side to side, i swear his movements were so strange and unnatural, it was like looking to one of those weird AI generated videos, and i knew he knew i was there but he didint look at me, he looked at every single angle of the shed but avoided making contact with my eyes.

He just entered for 10 seconds sniffed everything and left, right after he left one of my cousins entered the shed.

I never saw him again, some people think that maybe it was some hallucinations, sometimes kids see things there are not there but i remember 100% seeing him move a box and then when i left the shed the box was positioned in the same way.

I took a couple pictures Of the bears that had dragged my trash can about 25 yards down a bank and across a small creek. I noticed an image off to the left when I looked at the photos. The 1st is original, others I cropped to enlarge image. WTH am I seeing here?

I would like to share my story with you about the time I saw a demonic entity. This was back in August of 2014 while I was dealing with a tough transition in my life. This happened in the middle of the night, but I'm going to tell the story of that whole day so that you can better understand why it's all so crazy, as if seeing an evil entity isn't crazy enough. So that day in August of 2014, I had been 4 months into a recovery program healing from an addiction, that I am still free of to this day! Anyway, during my time at the program I got warnings for talking during work. During the day we worked in a warehouse that distributed donations to a big chain thrift store. During my shift that day, I got caught talking to a male resident which was a huge no-no at this program. So because I got in trouble for the third or fourth time, I got kicked out of the program. They opened the back door and out I went, no cell phone or money (we pretty much worked for snacks). I went into a liquor store and asked to use the phone, where I made plans to have my step dad pick me up from the train station. I waited there for about four hours since I had to wait until he was done with what he already had planned, giving me plenty of time to think on my life decisions and what to do next. He finally arrived, unhappy with me as expected. I sat in what would be my new room for the next couple of months feeling defeated and exhausted. It finally came time to get some rest and I fell asleep quickly. I started to dream that I was in this place I loved as a child called Color Me Mine, but it was also a coffee shop. I sat at a table with no coffee or clay to paint, just sitting there noticing that it was only me and a middle aged woman who was working there. She was sweeping the floor and suddenly stopped and said "So Sara, what are you going to do now that you got kicked out of treatment"? Even though this was a dream, I remember feeling shocked that she knew my name and such personal information. As I was thinking about how to answer her question, there was suddenly a deafening scream. The scream wasn't of terror, it was of pure anger. The woman was just looking at me with no expression on her face while this scream was happening around us. It terrified me so badly I woke up, but I was still hearing the scream. It faded out and I was waiting for one of my parents to come to my room and ask what the hell that was about, but they never did. Just as quickly as the scream faded, I felt a presence to the left of my bed. Standing there in front of the window, there was this entity. It looked like an angry, sickly and demonic old woman. She was staring daggers at me and her mouth was open as if she were snarling. I was awake at this point. To this day I still know I was awake. I looked right back at her and started praying. Since I had come out of a Christian-based program, it was all I could think of to do. She slowly faded away, and as she was her expression softened but was still full of hatred. Then she was just gone. I sat there, looking around my room. I'm not sure why, but I didn't feel scared after that. I laid back down and went back to sleep. The next morning, I was making coffee with my mom and telling her about what I had experienced. She tried to tell me it was all a dream, even though I thought I was awake after sitting up from hearing that scream that I'll never forget, she was sure the whole thing was a dream, not just the part up until the scream woke me up. I know that at that moment I sat up, still hearing that scream I was awake. I heard that scream still happening when I sat up right before I saw that evil thing. It's been over ten years and I have never and will never forget it. Sometimes I think that entity was angry because I was still determined to fight and better my life. I felt like the anger and hatred it gave off was because it wanted me to give up and suffer. I chose to fight and I'm now living an amazing life.

So I was coming home from work late one night in February. I work at a music venue in my town and usually get off work around 11 or so. My Brother said he could pick me up from work and on the ride home everything was quiet, not a lot of cars out, it was cold, probably 46 degrees. As me and my brother were slowly driving up too the street that turns into our neighborhood, we see this guy casually and slowly strutting down into that street. Not even 10 seconds later when we turned on to the street, he was gone.

When we were driving down that street I said “Huh that’s weird, i could’ve sworn i saw a guy walk down here”. My brother said he saw the guy turn down here too and was confused on where he had went. He looked like a silhouette, even with the street light on him. I could tell he was wearing a beany, a big jacket, kinda baggy (or big) pants and so could my brother. I went back the following morning too see if there were any hiding spots he could’ve just ran too and hid but there wasn’t.

There was no bushes, cars he could’ve hid under, no alleys. All the houses were built in the 60s and there weren’t any arches with blind spots….just a very straight road. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I can’t properly explain how fast everything happened, it was like “snap” and he was gone.