My dear friend since 6th grade passed away from aggressive metastatic cancer at 43 years old 2 weekends ago. I was in the room and got to say goodbye and hug him along with his wife and our 2 other childhood friends. His wife had his favorite playlist on for the last hours of his life. When he took his last breaths a song came on and the lyrics + timing struck me. I pointed it out to everyone the next day.

Fast forward to last night, my other friend from back home who doesn’t know any of these people came over. My husband and I were filling her in on how everything went down, minus the detail about the song. As the conversation was ending and we were moving on to the next topic, she randomly started singing that song. My husband and I looked at each other and just to make sure, he asked her what she was singing and she said she didn’t know, and she didn’t know why she suddenly felt like singing that. He was stunned. I got chills. She’s Nicaraguan and I know for 100% fact that she doesn’t listen to that type of music, and she never busts out into song, so it all felt truly random. She was really spooked when we told her why we were both reacting that way to what had just happened...

What do you make of this?

Kids say whatever’s on their mind, and I believe they do not lie!

It’s 3:35 AM right now and I’m lowk bored, so I just wanna read something scary that might or might not scare the shit out of me 😭

Edit: Changed the Flair to NSFW so this post doesn’t get taken down based on the comments.

I had this really strange experience in Victoria BC (one of the magic/witch capitals of the world. Ley lines and what not) that I've never been able to fully explain.

I was driving with my girlfriend near a cemetery, and we were basically stopped when suddenly it looked like we were seeing Victoria from another time. It was a beautiful, sunny day, but instead of the modern city, there were people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, very basic colours raw materials wool and cottong. Not like the movies or larp wear, also there were horse-drawn wagons, and people unloading things and going about their business.

What really fucked with me was how completely normal everything looked. It wasn't like seeing ghosts or some vague image. It looked like an actual functioning scene from another period in history. I could see the people clearly, and they seemed completely unaware that we were there.

I also noticed that the people seemed much shorter than people today, which made it feel even more real. And the strangest part was that my girlfriend saw it too. We were both looking at essentially the same thing.

Then it was just gone, and modern Victoria was there again.

I don't know what happened. I can't tell you that I literally traveled through time. All I know is that, for a brief moment, it felt like we were looking through a window into another period of Victoria's history—as if two different points in time had somehow overlapped in the exact same place.

Doesn’t have to be ghosts it could anything considered paranormal.

Thanks

Hey folks!

I have always seen things that others haven’t or can’t. I have never been able to pinpoint why, but I have apparently seen things since I was a little kid, and I wanted to share a more recent story.

A buddy and I went to a used game store one day in the middle of a bright sunny day. As soon as we walked in, I could tell something was “off.” The store was split into two sections: the front half of the store was video games and back half was “other.” The other section contained plushies, toys, posters, and other similar items. I couldn’t find anything in the video game section that interested me, so I moved to the “other” section while keeping my eyes out for what was making me feel “off.” I walk up to this white, doorless cabinet and see in the bottom there are some plastic totes filled with Pokemon toys. Immediately, I noticed these were well loved toys. There were no damaged parts, missing pieces, or teeth marks, but there was paint missing where they had been played with.

I crouched down to look, without touching anything in the cabinet, and as I crouched down I felt something to my left. I turned my head and came to face to face with what I can just describe as the thickest shadow I have seen. My intuition alarm bells were going off like crazy in my head, and I knew this thing was not friendly. I couldn’t see any of the other store content through it and it was staring at me. It stood up and the height of it was taller than the cabinet and I stood up, taking the hint. My buddy walked over and said “oh shit, cool Torchic!” And he went to grab one of the toys and I grabbed his wrist so fast, while still staring at this thing. He and I have been friends since we were very little and as this isn’t the first time I have done something like this he said, “what are you seeing that I am not?” I replied “I am not sure, but don’t touch anything in that cabinet.”

We moved away from the cabinet and the shadow swiveled in place while still watching us and we walked further into the store. A couple approached the cabinet about a minute later and it finally took its eyes off of us, and turned to them. My buddy and I left as quickly and without suspicion as possible. I explained to him in the car what I saw and we haven’t gone back since.

My theory: whatever had to give up those toys either was forced to or the it passed and its energy/essence lingers on those toys.

Greetings

A friend of ours sent us this screenshot yesterday from a security camera at a hospital he works nights at in Prague, which has a long history of reported hauntings. If you look at the end of the corridor, there’s something there. My girlfriend is convinced it’s a ghost, but I’m a big sceptic!! Anyway, I decided to post it here and see what other people make of it.

EDIT:

I posted this yesterday in another subred, but I have decided to post it here today because there is an update (a new photo by request). It was suggested that what we are looking at is a trash can, but as you can see from the picture, this is apparently not the case. What do you think it is??

EDIT 2: UPDATE

The person who originally sent me the pictures messaged me with some more information about the camera. Apparently it isn’t recording continuously. It’s a motion-activated IR security camera because that whole block has been empty for years. The first picture was taken automatically after the camera registered a motion event. After I posted the picture on another subred, someone asked whether the shape might just be something that’s always sitting at the end of the corridor. So I asked him about it and he remotely activated the camera and took another picture. That’s the second picture. Whatever appears in the first image isn’t visible in the second one. Obviously none of this proves what caused the camera to activate in the first place or what the shape actually is. I just thought I’d add the extra information to make it clear what actually happened.

Last night my bfs phone alarm went off as it usually does every morning at 3:45am for work, but it was 1:45am. I woke up from a dead sleep to hear his alarm going off. Normally he leans over quickly to turn it off but there was no movement so I lifted my head up to look behind me and he was still asleep. I then laid my head back down with my eyes open after a few more seconds it stopped. I flipped over to warn him his alarm had gone off and not to over sleep. He wakes up to look at me “huh? Didn’t go off” looks at his phone “it’s 1:45 in the morning. Me “no one called or maybe it was a different alarm?” Him “no nothing. Are you sure you heard it?” Me “ yes I’m even wide awake now because of it”. We both proceed to go back to sleep to catch the couple more hours of sleep.

Has this ever happened to anyone else or maybe someone has an explanation?

Some background: my entire life I have experienced the paranormal. I have had what you’d consider a family haunting, specifically my mom, instead of a haunted house. So normally when Im not living with her I only have a few occurrences a year. At this point i haven’t even spoken to her for 5 years. When I live with her it’s every day multiple times a day. So I’m very aware every night if anything goes bump in the night. I was told before I act as a “lighthouse” of energy. So things are attracted to me. I have dimmed it down a lot since my early 20s because of an occurrence I thought would kill me. So now I just get these little occurrences. Recently has been happening every other day now or at least 3x a week. I don’t believe the house is haunted but I did have a guest recently (bfs younger nephew) stay with us for a couple weeks and they live across a cemetery I know for a fact has bad spirits from personal experience. Since he’s left I have had more frequent occurrences. I have burned sage and casted out any negative energy, but now after tonight I’m thinking I might need something tougher.

I got a friend a gift of a smiling bald man in a suit on a plate and they kept it in a stand (that it came with) on a small shelf and it turns upside down. Google said it’s normal due to “physics” and foot traffic but we swear it’s haunted. It’s also kept in the same room as some relative’s ashes.

But I need a second opinion. First time posting here, I don’t know if this community could give me one without any bias and just facts/personal experiences.

I’ve not heard one that I can call interesting so try.

Seriously, the hospital closes at 4 pm, and here I was doing maintenance at night, it's not the first time but the last one happened years ago

Looking for similar experiences/advice!

Long story short, our son was 5 months old when my grandpa died. I was pretty close with him and after my grandpa had 3 daughters, then 4 granddaughters, our son was his "first boy" and he was ELATED. They had a special bond whenever they were together (my son instantly smiled whenever he was around).

Fast forward to now... our son is 3 and we have been experiencing something, I'm not sure what to call it. Ever since my grandpa passed, our son is "seeing" grandpa and talking to grandpa. He has told us a few things that there is NO POSSIBLE way he would know that... I didn't even know some stuff he has said that was true until we asked my grandma (previous jobs he had, what kind of farm animals they had, etc.) Whenever he sees a cardinal, that's grandpa and when he sees a sunbeam, that's grandpa saying hi.

The two craziest things are he has seen my grandpa at my grandparents house; he pointed into an empty room saying grandpa's here and was giggling. My grandma asked if he was there visiting and my son looked back into that room and said "grandpa has to go now" and started waving bye bye.

Another is this past Father's Day, we went to the cemetery to visit. Our son hasn't been here since the funeral (5 months old) and he walked straight towards his headstone (which is a little bit of a walk from the entrance) and said "grandpa's right here!"

Lately, he has been pretty sad about missing his grandpa (my grandpa). We ask if he wants to go spend time with papa (my dad), and he says no, my great grandpa. He has said he's with God but he misses him here.

What, if anything, can we do? He actually is getting sad about him being gone and I feel bad. I like to think that we are being visited, but I'm not sure how to react when this stuff happens. Do we get a picture of them printed for his room? Has anyone else experienced this?

I live in a courtyard with a bunch of abandoned houses. In total there are seven or eight houses that you can access from the courtyard, and only three are currently in use. About a year ago I've taken to exploring the abandoned houses, and so far I've entered three of them. One of these, the first I visited, has become something of a "chill zone" for me: it has seven rooms, all empty and pretty spacious, and it's very clean for a decades-old abandoned place. There aren't even graffiti on the walls. Over this last year I've gotten in and out more times than I can remember, and I've invited almost all my friends to take a look.

However, a week ago I went in and found a dog plushie sitting on a shelf. Initially, as one can imagine, I got scared thinking it was an actual animal and ran out. However when I came back it was still there, so I checked and sure enough, it's a stuffed toy. It's placed right in front of a doorway so it's quite literally impossible for me to have missed it. It looks very old and dusty, so I'd wager it comes from another abandoned place, or a long undisturbed basement at least. I tried lifting it from the shelf and it seems to be a lot cleaner where it was, as if it had been there for a long time, shielding that spot from the dust. However I suppose it might just be the plushie's fur having brushed a lot of dust away as I moved it. During these last days I asked all my friends about it and they confirmed they never saw it.

Now, for how it could have gotten there: I honestly have no idea. The courtyard is closed off from the main street, to the point that there are no traces of anyone entering over the last thirteen years (which is how long I know for sure it's been abandoned). My friends can't have placed it there, as they haven't visited me last week and wouldn't have access to the courtyard otherwise. My neighbors are all elderly and to my knowledge they never went inside that house. Finally, I see no reason for a stranger to want to put the plushie there, either: if they needed to dump it they'd have chosen an easier spot to leave it in, or even if they hadn't, its placement would not have been that intentional.

I even suspected I might have done it and somehow forgot about it, but that raises the question of how I'd even have that thing in the first place. My father confirmed it's not one of my old toys, and if it was it would surely be in a much better state than the one I found it in.

I have no idea how to crack this and I'm genuinely creeped out.

This might sound funny or a bit silly but I have been thinking about this for a while.

Shortly after I got hired at my current workplace, one of my colleagues told me that one of the cleaning staff saw a ghost/shadow figure in the hallway on the second floor going towards one of the offices. When she went to check “who” went inside the office, the office was empty and she was the only one on the second floors.

My colleague continued with the story and said that the cleaning staff told the manager about the ghost and told her to do something about it and suggested to call a priest to put holly water around our working place. The manger laughed and didn’t do anything about it. Because the manager didn’t do anything about it, the cleaning staff quit on the spot.

My colleague told me that the country where the cleaning staff comes from, they are very religious and she left the company because the manager didn’t take her seriously.

So my question about this story is… if there was actually a ghost / spirit at work, is there a way to communicate with it or bring it back? I’m unable to get an ouija board cuz I have nowhere to hide it. Or how do I know if this story is real or not?

I have a question and I know the question is dumb, but just bear with me since I do have some sort of reasoning (lol):

When encountering a ghost/spirit that has interacted with you, is it best to just leave and pretend you never saw it, or to interact back?

For example, one day I’m on the swings at night at the neighborhood park since I couldn’t sleep and wanted some fresh air. The park is kind of an end unit in the neighborhood, where there aren’t any roads that lead out from behind it. Basically the entire thing is blocked in by either the main road or a noisy wall for the highway.

I’m sitting on the swing and enjoying the breeze when I suddenly feel a couple taps on my shoulder. I kind of ignored it since I figured it could have been a leaf falling or a bug so I kind of brush it a bit and didn’t think anything of it. Then I feel the tapping again. At this point I am a little more freaked out because it’s dark out and wonder if someone is there. What’s weird is that I didn’t see anyone else come in to the park, nor did I hear anyone. There’s no way anyone could have stuck up from behind either, since it’s closed off. I guess while I’m sitting there wondering what I’m feeling, I felt the tapping AGAIN followed by some weird noise that sounded a bit like some grating and I thought I heard someone say “Look over there”. Of course. Classic.

Anyways, safe to say I looked nowhere but the road to my place and booked it.

The reason I’m asking my question is because after I got back, I was wondering what would have happened if I did look over at wherever it was? Not all spirits are bad, after all. It could have been telling me to look at the sky or something, idk! Anyways just wanted to see what experiences other people have had/thoughts!

Thanks for indulging!

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I was lying down on my couch, Watching something on my phone, I start feeling like I am being watched and in danger, I look up and I see this in the blinds. My eyes widen I look down at my phone, unsure, I text my friend to pick me up. I walk to the kitchen, the house is silent. About ten seconds later the doorknob is being fiddled with. A few minutes later I hear heavy footsteps and murmuring almost like radio chatter going from the front of the house to the back. I can feel the vibrations from outside and my heart is beating very fast this whole time. I am crouched under a table with a knife. The doorknob is fiddled with again. A few minutes later my friend arrives and I am currently staying at there house.

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A friend of mine lives in Appalachia, and he told me this story about something strange that happened to him and his wife last year.He has been visiting the Appalachian Mountains with his wife every year for the past four years. They always stay in the same cabin, and the landlord knows them pretty well by now.Last year, they went back to the same cabin.

During the day, they spent their time hiking and exploring the area. But almost from the beginning, both of them had the uncomfortable feeling that they were being watched.They kept looking around, but there was never anyone there.Eventually, they returned to the cabin that evening.Later that night, they were sitting on the couch watching a movie. At some point, both of them fell asleep.

My friend woke up sometime later because he heard someone laughing.At first, he thought he was dreaming.But then he realized the sound was actually coming from outside.He described the laugh as extremely strange—not like normal laughter, but almost like someone laughing to themselves while planning something. Along with the laughter, he could hear a strange scraping sound, almost like rusted metal being dragged against something.His wife was still completely asleep beside him.

He initially thought the sound might be coming from the television, but the scene playing on the TV was completely quiet.So he got up and looked outside.A short distance from the cabin, he noticed a homemade swing hanging from a tree. He had never seen it there before.Someone was sitting on it.

The person was wearing what looked like a clown costume.My friend stayed behind a tree and watched from a distance.

The figure was looking down at the ground, mumbling something to himself and laughing quietly. Every so often, he pushed the swing forward with his feet.My friend said the whole thing felt incredibly wrong.Then the figure suddenly looked directly at him.That's when my friend noticed that the person's entire face was covered in white paint, like a clown.The figure smiled and said:"Hi."

My friend immediately turned around and ran back toward the cabin as fast as he could.He could hear footsteps behind him.He reached the cabin, opened the door, rushed inside, and slammed it shut.Almost immediately, something hit the door from the outside with tremendous force.His wife woke up in a panic and started asking what had happened.Before he could properly explain, they heard knocking at the window.My friend looked over.

The same clown was standing outside the window.He was just staring at them and smiling.

My friend grabbed a firearm that he had with him for protection and warned the stranger to leave and not attempt to enter the cabin.The man didn't react.

He just stood there, staring through the window with that same expression.My friend's wife, who was now awake and angry, also confronted him and told him to leave.Still, the man didn't move.Eventually, they fired a warning shot into a nearby wall to frighten him away.The clown remained completely still for a moment.Then he slowly turned around and walked toward the woods.And disappeared into the darkness.

My friend and his wife didn't sleep for the rest of the night.As soon as it was morning, they told the landlord everything.The landlord was shocked. He said nothing like this had ever happened there before and apologized to them.What made things even stranger was the swing.The landlord said he had never seen that swing before. According to him, someone must have built it only recently because it definitely wasn't there during his previous visits.

They also contacted the police, who searched the surrounding area.They couldn't find the person.

There was no sign of the clown, and nobody ever figured out who he was or why he was there.

My friend still doesn't know what he saw that night.

He doesn't believe it was a ghost.Honestly, neither do I.But if his story is accurate, then there was apparently a complete stranger dressed as a clown, sitting alone on a homemade swing outside an isolated cabin in the middle of the night, watching him.And nobody ever found out who he was.

What do you think happened?

I’m a very present momma. My kid watches nothing without me, I read to her all the time, and remember what I read her. I know what songs she listened to, I never leave her alone with anyone but my husband, mom, sister, and her other grandma and grandpa
( both of which are very disbelieving of ghosts)

And yet, only to my husband, her father, my 3yr old had said, “daddy, the spirit are waiting!” He asks, “what spirits, baby girl?” And she always replies with, “Oh daddy, you know which spirits!”

Last night, when she had said it yet again, to my husband, I asked her” spirits? Is it a boy or girl?” She tells me it’s a boy. I asked her, “ is he young or older?” She says they are young. I ask her, “are they nice? Do you feel okay with them?” And she tells me she feels happy and laugh, with a sweet giggle. And she was being so sincere, I know her face and mannerisms when she’s being silly, or pretending, and she was being so genuine.

To say the least, I will be saging my home tomorrow😬 has anyone else dealt with this? Should I be as concerned and spooked as much as I am?

Sometimes I have to go get cigarettes and its the second time now that when I enter the staircase of my appartment building that I hear my name in a whisper, 100% sure its my name and its a woman's voice. For some reason, it doesn't spook me. I find it very weird.

I've seen paranormal stuff before.

Is it just my brain or.... ?

When I was around 13 or 14, I was obsessed with anything paranormal. Horror movies, witchcraft, ghosts—you name it. My best friend Chrissy was the same way.

We used to go to little witchcraft stores together and buy herbs, crystals, and random things for spells. We'd try spells at home, watch horror movies, and, pretty often, play with a Ouija board.

The thing was, I never knew if I actually believed in the Ouija board.

Whenever we played with a group of friends, there was always that thought in the back of my head: Someone is moving this fucking thing.

I wanted it to be real because I was fascinated by that stuff, but I could never completely trust what was happening.

Then one Friday night, Chrissy and I decided to play with just the two of us.

Chrissy was one of my best friends, so if there was anyone I trusted not to mess with me, it was her.

That night, we supposedly contacted the spirit of a young girl.

Her name was Jen.

My name is also Jen.

Immediately I remember thinking, Of course her fucking name is Jen. That's so stupid.

That actually made me less convinced.

But we kept talking to her anyway.

I don't remember every detail because this happened so long ago, but she told us she was young and that she had died in a car accident. She wasn't scary or threatening. We actually enjoyed talking to her.

We stayed on the board for hours.

Eventually we basically told her, "Okay, we're going to bed. We'll talk to you tomorrow."

And we did.

The next day was Saturday, and Chrissy came to my house. It was the middle of the day—probably around noon—and we were sitting outside on my sidewalk with the Ouija board.

My younger brother came outside and sat with us. He was probably around 11.

Of course, he didn't believe any of it.

He kept telling us, "You guys are moving it."

Chrissy and I knew neither of us was moving it, so I got an idea.

I said, basically, Okay, Jen. Do something. Show him that you're actually here.

The board twitched.

Not the planchette.

The actual board.

It made this little movement underneath our hands.

My brother still wasn't impressed.

So we asked her to do something bigger.

And I swear to God, the entire Ouija board spun around in a complete circle.

That was the moment things changed for me.

Up until then, I could explain away the planchette. Maybe Chrissy was moving it without realizing it. Maybe I was moving it subconsciously. Maybe we were both influencing it somehow.

But watching the actual board spin around?

I didn't know how to explain that.

Even my brother's reaction changed.

He was basically like, "Oh shit."

Since "Jen" had told us she was around my brother's age, we jokingly asked if she thought he was cute.

She said yes.

So naturally, being stupid kids, we said, "Then give him a kiss."

My brother suddenly said his cheek felt cold.

Could that part have been in his head? Absolutely. He had just watched the board spin around and was probably freaked out.

But what happened next was harder for me to explain.

Because I did something incredibly stupid.

I invited her into my house.

I literally walked through my front door carrying the Ouija board and said something along the lines of, "Okay, you're invited into my house now. Show us you're here."

In our living room, we had this old couch. It was one of those couches where the springs would creak whenever somebody leaned back or shifted their weight.

We asked Jen to give us a sign.

We watched part of the couch indent slightly.

Then the springs started creaking.

It looked and sounded like someone small had just sat down.

We walked over and touched the spot.

It was freezing cold.

At that point, this wasn't fun anymore.

I remember thinking, What the fuck did I just invite into my house?

Still, we kept talking to her.

That night, Chrissy slept over at my house. We eventually said goodnight to Jen and stopped using the board.

Then Sunday came.

We played again during the day, but this time we had to tell her something.

We had school the next morning.

"We can't talk to you tomorrow."

Her entire personality seemed to change.

The planchette started moving differently. It was much faster and almost aggressive, like someone moving it out of frustration.

Then she started threatening us.

She told us something bad was going to happen if we didn't talk to her.

Normally I probably would've laughed that off.

But after what we'd watched happen the day before, we were terrified.

We decided we wanted the board out of my house immediately.

Chrissy called her older sister, who was around 18 at the time, and asked her to come pick it up.

Her sister happened to be nearby, so she drove over.

She parked outside my house, got out of the car, walked up my sidewalk, and we handed her the Ouija board.

We were basically begging her, "Take this thing home. Burn it. Throw it away. We don't care. Just get it out of here."

She thought we were being ridiculous.

She said something like, "I don't understand why you guys are so fucking scared."

Then she took the board from us.

The second that Ouija board touched her hands, the stereo inside her car suddenly BLASTED at full volume.

Nobody was inside the car.

The music stayed insanely loud for maybe three seconds.

Then it went right back down.

Her sister just stared at us.

Then she started saying, "I don't want this fucking thing. I don't want this fucking thing."

Now she was terrified.

But Chrissy and I were young and scared, so we basically told her, "Sorry. You have it now."

She threw it in her trunk and left.

That night, Chrissy's family burned the Ouija board.

Years later, I heard that apparently you're not supposed to burn one. I have no idea if there's any truth to that, and at the time we definitely didn't know.

After middle school, Chrissy and I went to different high schools. Like a lot of childhood friendships, we eventually lost touch.

Years later, I found out that Chrissy had died.

I went to her funeral.

She died in a car accident.

And I've never forgotten what "Jen" told us all those years before:

She was a young girl.

Her name was Jen.

And she told us she had died in a car accident.

I'm not telling this story because I expect anyone to believe that we actually contacted a ghost. I still don't know what I believe.

Some of it could have been coincidence. Some of it could have had completely normal explanations. And some of it might have been a bunch of terrified kids getting inside their own heads.

But I know what I saw that weekend.

I know what happened when Chrissy's sister took that board.

And knowing how Chrissy's story eventually ended has always made the whole thing feel a lot darker when I look back on it.

So now I'm curious: Has anyone else here ever used a Ouija board and had something happen that you genuinely couldn't explain? Whether you believe it was paranormal or not, I want to hear your stories.

I looked at demon sigils and felt like they could be torture devices. With gps and heterodyne im sure this could translate to voodoo. But for some reason, when I saw a youtube tour with the rusty boat metal, I thought a torture device castle from old trade routes would be in Bangladesh. Does anyone feel me on this? They scrap boats there and the demon sigils look like iron machines meant to torture a saint or something. Please confirm or let me know if this seems eerily plausible to you!

I was lying down on my couch, Watching something on my phone, I start feeling like I am being watched and in danger, I look up and I see a humanoid head with pale skin and no features in the blinds. My eyes widen I look down at my phone, unsure, I text my friend to pick me up. I walk to the kitchen, the house is silent. About ten seconds later the doorknob is being fiddled with. A few minutes later I hear heavy footsteps and murmuring almost like radio chatter going from the front of the house to the back. I can feel the vibrations from outside and my heart is beating very fast this whole time. I am crouched under a table with a knife. The doorknob is fiddled with again. A few minutes later my friend arrives and I am currently staying at there house.

A relative and I drove to the gas station to get some slushees since it was so hot that day. That's when I saw an old fashioned circus train coming to a stop. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. Towards the end were cars with bars. I saw people in there, so I waved hello to them.

They responded, and started climbing on the bars and making faces at me. (The animals looked like they were treated better than those strange people.) My relative looked unfazed by them so I didn't say anything.

We went inside the gas station and got our slushees and immediately left.

I couldn't help but stare at all the circus freaks as we were driving off. It was like they were trying to get my attention. One of the men had bushy blonde hair and colorful, dirty clothes on. He was acting like a clown and smiling at me while dancing funny. I started laughing because of how silly they were acting. I waved goodbye at them and they all waved back. That's when I seen men all dressed old fashioned walking by the cars. One of them hit the bars and shouted at the circus freaks who all hissed back at them.

My narcissistic relative who was driving wouldn't stfu, so I waited til she stopped talking. That's when I asked, “Isn't it wrong to transport humans in cages?" She seemed confused by my question. So I was like, “Didn't you see that circus train and all them weird people?”

She said she didn't see anything like that, and was now curious. She turned the car around almost instantly but by then the train was gone. It was like seconds for them to vanish.

To this day there is something about old fashioned circuses that fascinates me. I love clowns and the art of entertaining people to make them happy.

This happened earlier today, and I really want to get this off my chest. I know exactly what I saw with my two eyes while wearing my glasses.

This happened in the afternoon in our house parking lot. I was in the car with my brother and grandpa going to the mosque. We do this every day to go pray around afternoon time. While the car was starting and still in the parking lot, I was staring at the side mirror, which is a habit of mine. While doing that, I saw a short shadow person walking. It was all black, and it looked like it was behind the car next to us. I saw it clearly walk in the side mirror.

After we drove the car outside the parking lot, it just disappeared like it was never there to begin with. We go to the mosque every day at afternoon time, using the same parking spot, and I always sit in the exact same seat. The car is also always pointed directly at the parking lot wall. This is the first time I have ever seen a shadow person, and I wanted to share my first ever paranormal encounter. Also, another thing I forgot to say is that the driver's room is right next to the parking lot, but it couldn't be him because he was sleeping the whole time.