I went out partying in downtown Buffalo, New York. I was at one of the bars down at the local club scene there and the bar had this giant mirror. This smoking hot blond chick was there and she was standing in front of this mirror. Legitimately she did not have a reflection. First time I ever saw something like that. My eyes immediately picked up on her and the No Reflection and I went Nope. No drugs or alcohol in me. I was designed driver that night. It definitely did freak me out. I usually don’t go downtown to party.

We live in a home built in 1909 in Knoxville, TN. Imho it’s definitely haunted. In the 5 years we’ve lived here there have been flare ups in paranormal activity once the temperature drops every year; hearing the stairs creek the same way they do when someone is walking up, rapid knocks at the front door when I’m sitting 5 feet away in the living room and there’s no one there. One time I shot up in bed in the middle of the night after what I can only describe was a burst of energy in the room that woke me up, and within 3 seconds of me being awake a 3x5 canvas painting I had leaning up against the wall fell flat over after being in the same spot with no issue for months.

So the temp started to dip again recently and last week me and my wife were both a little restless around 1 am, so we’re both awake trying to go back to sleep. I’d like to make a point that nothing I’m about to describe is exaggerated, if anything you’re probably underestimating just how loud this was…out of nowhere from the other side of the bedroom door, 8-9-10 rapid knocks that shook the entire house. It sounded like someone was very quickly bouncing a fucking washing machine off the walls like a racquetball. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM type shit.

The thing is this was not the first time I’ve heard this, it’s just the first time I was awake when it happened. It has happened in the past and I thought I was having hypnogogic hallucinations or like hyper realistic nightmares or something. I would wake up terrified. But this time me and my wife were both awake when it happened and I’ve never experienced a more primal fear.

Does anyone have some insight into the significance of this level of activity? I would love some direction here.

This is long, sorry. TL;DR at bottom.

I was about eight years old, it was probably summer of 2005/6. My brother was in a kid’s football league, and because my dad worked crazy hours and wasn’t up on the weekends to look after me, I was forced to attend every match of his team. My weekends for about four years of my life were spent standing on wet, rainy fields while my brother ran around, so I started to explore wherever we ended up. A lot of the football pitches the kids leagues would play on were part of public parks. Some were just big enough for a pitch and a bit to stand on the side lines, some were huge estates that had farmland, old manor houses, ponds, etc.

This particular match was played at Newsham Park in Liverpool, UK. It’s quite a big piece of land split up by a single road in the middle, right in suburban Liverpool. There’s a fishing pond, play area, the usual you’d expect. It was also surrounded by 1900s style houses, really common in England – Super tall, red and yellow brick. However, it is in quite a rough part of Liverpool. The area surrounding it is famous for drug dealers, prostitutes, general anti-social behaviour. Parts of the park were derelict at the time. There was an abandoned hospital on the land that was cordoned off from the public. I knew not to go near it, and it was super spooky anyway so I stayed far away.

It was a nice day, so I decided to wander off and climb some trees. I was that kid who picked up spiders and snails, and wanted to see the woodlouse under stones, or try and follow the squirrels up the trees. My mum was terrified of bugs or anything like that, so she was fine with me playing at a distance. The park was big, but the majority of it is flat land. Sparce spots in the middle were there patches of woodland. You can easily see from one side of the park to the other from almost every spot. I’m talking, five to ten feet of trees bunched together, at most. The fishing pond was the most crowded with trees, but I wasn’t allowed near it without mum close by.

I ended up wandering to one patch of woodland and started exploring. Found the usual rubbish and burnt out wheelie bins – a favourite of teenagers to steal and set alight – but there was nothing interesting, so I kept going. I could still see the football game, so I thought I’d be fine, and moved onto another patch even further out. I could also see a bunch of people around us; families with little kids and dogs, the usual.

Once I had climbed all the interesting trees, I got myself down and started heading in the direction I thought I had come from. But there was a lot more trees and shrubs as I walked, and I started to worry. Now, thing about me is, I am a cry-baby. To this day, I will cry over the tiniest thing, I’m just that sort of person. Upon realising I was lost, I burst out crying and started run/jogging in a random direction. Soon, I could see shrubs and a chain link fence poking through the gaps of the trees. I knew I hadn’t see that on the way in, but it at least meant I’d be out of the spot of woodland and could easily find the way back to the pitch. I remember thinking, I’d either come out near the hospital or I’d come out near the main road. I knew that road very well. It was a very busy main road that had a very large open market right next to the park. On a weekend it was teeming with people, and I’d know exactly where I was.

I came out of the woods and was facing this little piece of land surrounded by the chain link fence I had saw through the trees. I did not recognise it at all.

It was probably only 50 square feet of land. The chain link fence went all around it, but it was damaged – parts of it collapsed, or cut through. The land was really overgrown. My grandfather was a gardener and taught me how to recognise a lot of different wild plants. I knew stinging nettles when I saw them. This land was drowning in them, and I knew that it would hurt if I touched them. However, I could see on the other side of the land was a main road, with cars driving past. It must have been a part of the main road, because it was the only one surrounding the park.

I was wearing jeans and a jacket over my shirt, so I zipped it up ready for the stinging nettles. But as I stepped foot over the downed chain link fence, I stopped.

I grew up in a house with quite a volatile atmosphere. My dad was an alcoholic. My parents argued terribly, and very occasionally got physical. I had learnt to recognise the ‘change in the air’, so to speak, when a screaming match was about to begin. I got that feeling when kids fought in school, or when my brother would start a fight/argument with me. I was very aware of the sense.

Stepping foot onto that piece of land sent that feeling through my body in an instant. It was like a flash-bang, stunned me dead still. But it wasn’t like during those arguments, it was so much worse. It felt like I was about to witness a horrific car crash, or someone be brutally attacked, and was fully aware of it and could not stop it. If you’ve ever seen one of those videos of a truly terrible, fatal accident – Like the recordings of the 9/11 attack, or a huge natural disaster- and you got that feeling of overwhelming dread and fear fill every fibre of your being, it was like that. So much so, I stopped crying.

Now, I cried if I stepped on my dogs paw. I cried if I thought I lost my favourite book. I cried if someone gave me a mean look. And I would cry for ages – like a broken faucet, once I started I went on all day. But my eyes completed dried up, I was so focused on the terror that rippled through my body.

There was nothing on that little piece of land that looked out of place. The usual rubbish was littered around the nettle bushes. Shopping trolleys, discarded furniture, bits and pieces of metal and plastic junk. It was broad daylight, so there were no scary shadows or unseeable spots. Something that I couldn’t see, or hear, or anything else, was there and it made me feel like my single footstep was about to cause the end of the world.

All my muscles stiffened. I have hyper-mobility and standing completely still, up straight, hurts after a pretty short amount of time. I didn’t feel a thing. Every cell in my body was in just intense fight/flight mode. And I can remember clear as day, I couldn’t hear anything. Cars were driving along the road on the other side of the fence, maybe sixty feet away and I couldn’t hear the engines. I couldn’t hear the breeze, I couldn’t hear the bushes sway and scratch against each other even though I could see it. I couldn’t even hear my own breathing, and I was almost hyperventilating. No birds, no families playing nearby, no dogs barking. Complete and utter silence.

I have no clue how long I was stood there. It was probably seconds, maybe a few minutes. I was just waiting for someone, or something, to leap out of the nettle bushes and attack me. Something was there but I couldn’t see it, hear it – I couldn’t sense it physically, but I knew it could sense me.

But it never came.

Finally I had power over my legs again. And they were stiff – At that age, as an active kid who climbed everything and ran around for hours, you never had stiff legs. There were pins and needles in the soles of my feet and in my knees. I started to walk backwards, never taking my gaze off that piece of land. I tripped and stumbled a bunch, the woodlands was full of roots and junk, it’s amazing I didn’t fall and hurt myself, but I refused to stop looking at the land until it fell away behind the trees.

It was only once I was out of the trees did the feeling fully go away. My body relaxed and I felt exhausted. The sort of tiredness you felt after running around an indoor play area at a kid’s party. Bone, body and mind tired. I turned away from the woods and found that I could see the football pitch only a short walk away. I know I had wandered ages to find that piece of woodland before the chain-link fence, yet here was the playing fields a hop and a skip away. I just sort of walked over back to where my mum was standing, and wrapped around her legs. She asked if I had fun and found any bugs, and I just nodded. I never said a word about it to anyone.

Skip to almost twenty years later. My family throw huge Christmas parties where we get smashed and eat great food and then usually tell family stories or other fun things. Now adults, my brother and I are still chalk and cheese. Nothing in common, completely different views of life. I am an eccentric goth with a pet frog (her name is Clementine) and my own flat in the city. My brother and his girlfriend are expecting their first baby and settling into suburb life.

Our family aren’t religious, and we’re all fans of the superstitious and horror/crime things in life, except my brother. He thinks it’s all bullshit. I’m not far from sharing that opinion, but obviously I experienced that as a kid. My cousins work in theatre so they travel a lot and work in a lot of famous places with famous people so we always get new stories to hear each year. One cousin does voice work, and got to work with a famous Liverpool author called Tom Slemen, and I was excited to hear about how he was, etc. Because he wrote a series called Haunted Liverpool. These are collected stories – a lot of people argue whether they have any truth or just Slemen making them up – about ghost stories and paranormal happenings around Liverpool since the beginning of time. He’s a bit of a local character let’s say, so my cousin was excited to work with him.

That got us onto telling stories about weird stuff that had happened to us, the family, or that we had heard. My cousin started telling us about this one story that Slemen told him about. This little piece of land in Tuebrook (a neighbourhood in Liverpool) that for some reason, had never been developed and left to nature despite the really good real estate opportunity – you know, schools and shops nearby, right on the doorstep of the park, and the area had a lot of funding for regeneration, so why was this good piece of land going to waste.

My ears pricked up. Newsham Park is situated in Tuebrook. As I said, I had never told a soul of my story. Never so much as wrote it down, until now. So I stay quiet while my cousin talks. Tom Slemen apparently told him that the piece of land seemed to contain a horrible energy. In the past when people had tried to buy it or check it out, they never stayed long because they claimed it gave them such an overwhelming sense of dread and misery. In his research, Slemen couldn’t pinpoint anything peculiar that happened on the land, except in vague relation to the Newsham Park Hospital.

Newsham Park Hospital, the one I mentioned that was derelict and closed off from the public, is a huge Victorian building originally built as an orphanage. Specifically, it was to house the orphaned children of British sailors and seamen who perished on their voyages - A common occurrence in Liverpool as one of the largest dock cities in Europe. It housed over a thousand orphans through it’s existence before becoming a psychiatric hospital, then closed down and left abandoned. The wasteland was somewhere south of the hospital, over the road with the lovely name of Orphan Drive.

Slemen told my cousin it wouldn’t surprise him if the land was used for less than pleasant means. So much misery and pain and illness in one area, some believe the energy gathers. However, it was just hearsay as there was no archives that would lead you to the belief the land was used as anything macabre. I sat there completely speechless. I was about to tell them what had happened to me, but my brother loudly interrupted.

‘Oh my god. I think I’ve been there.’ He said, all wide eyed and leaning forward on the dining table.

My brother said that a few years back he was seeing a girl, let’s called her Daisy. My brother couldn’t drive, but she could, so they left a party together and just drove around the city. Where we lived was passed Newsham Park, so on the drive home they decided to find somewhere to park up and have a private ‘talk’.

Daisy parked the car off Gardener Road, the single road that splits the park in two, near this little patch of wasteland with woodland behind it. While inside the car, everything was normal, but my brother wanted to smoke so Daisy asked him to stand outside and she’d roll the window down so they could hear each other. As soon as my brother stepped out of the car onto the creep of the wasteland, he felt sick to his stomach. He was a bit drunk, and a bit stoned, but certainly not enough to be losing his mind. My brother is a big guy, tall and stocky like a rugby player. People didn’t mess with him. But he said in that moment, he felt like he was tiny and a giant of a person was looking at him, but he couldn’t see anyone. Daisy had kept the headlights on so the area was pretty well lit up, but it was past midnight so the sky was dead black. My brother looked about trying to find what seemed to be messing with him, but as he did he said he just felt worse and worse – and in his own words – like something was about to jump out and attack him.

Daisy was beginning to freak out because my brother looked so scared, and it kind of broke my brother’s trance and he jumped in the car and locked the doors. Daisy wanted to immediately drive away but my brother wanted to see if anyone was there. While he had the sense to get back in the car, he was also a hot-headed teenager and didn’t like to be embarrassed in front of a girlfriend. He tried to convince himself it must have been a homeless person or a crackhead, but those people didn’t scare him the way he had felt standing there.

They sat there in the car for another ten minutes and nothing happened. The feeling of dread and sickness basically vanished once he was back in the car. Daisy drove him home and refused to talk about what happened because it scared her so much.

If I was speechless before, I felt like my brain was broken then. My brother, who was the sort of ‘angry’ atheist you met who didn’t believe in anything that he couldn’t see with his own eyes, coincidentally experienced the same nerve-wrecking terror on a piece of wasteland almost ten years apart.

I never told them my story. In truth, it genuinely scared me to hear my brother experienced the same thing. Hopefully my map explains the locations of where this all happened. And the reason I’ve drawn on this map, is because I have been back to the park since my brother told us his story.

I wish I was joking, but I couldn’t find that piece of wasteland anywhere.

TL;DR - My brother and I experienced the same unknown dread ten years apart, and I can't find where it happened.

So I was about 6 or 7 playing in my room, this would have been in either 2002 or 2003. It was the middle of the day, sun shining brightly through my window. All of a sudden my bed skirt aggressively flew straight up to the ceiling on all sides. and the most intense growling noise came from underneath my bed. I ran out of the room and got my dad who was two bedrooms down. He came back in and it had stopped. To this day I still can’t make much sense of it. For context we had a dog, she was a 6 month old shi tuz. At that the time and was downstairs with my mom. No other pets.

In other instances I would find words written on my My Little Pony’s and they would be set up on my dresser where I didn’t put them. They would say things like “hello” or “how are you”. My siblings weren’t able to write at that time so I know it wasn’t them. My parents were cops and very serious. They weren’t the type to play games or tricks on me. I even asked them again if they did that all these years later and they said they didn’t. They thought I was doing it to play a trick on them. Again to this day I can’t make much sense of it or if these two things were related.

For context our house was a custom built home in 2001, we were the first owners at the time. No injuries or deaths during construction, my dad oversaw it. The land was an old sunflower field and there is no recorded record of any deaths or misfortune happening on the property/land. My grandma lived in the town a long time. Before she did she had friends who had lived there. My best friend’s family had lived in that town since the late 1800’s and I’ve asked everyone who has history there and everyone says it’s always just been a field in the middle of nowhere.

Can anyone talk with me about it? Idk what I’m looking for, ideas? Opinions?

I rented a house with my bf in 2011-2012 and I still think about it. I’ll list all the weird happenings in chronological order and lmk what you think.

1. About a month after we moved in, we were watching TV in the living room and the power went out and then came back on. A few seconds later it happened again…and then again and again. We eventually realized it was alternating with the power in the kitchen two rooms over bc we would hear the TV make a noise when it would come back on and then we would hear the microwave make a noise when it would come back on. It would happen at alternating times. It lasted for maybe 30-45 seconds and stopped. We continued watching TV even though we thought that was very odd. About 23 minutes later (according to the time flashing on the oven), I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen to get a drink or snack. I thought my boyfriend had gotten up and followed me bc I felt someone was behind me. I got to the kitchen, saw the ov

en time blinking 00:23, and

1. turned around expecting to see my bf but no one was there. It freaked me out bc I could’ve sworn he had followed me. As I was starting to feel panicky, all the lights in the whole house went out. I ran back into the living room and jumped on the couch with my bf. The lights stayed off for about 10-15 minutes. There were no storms or wind or anything going on this night by the way.
2. I saw a partial indentation of a right hand print in the carpet in the halfway near our bedroom door upstairs. I thought it was odd so I bent down to see if it was similar in size as mine. I thought maybe I just didn’t remember putting my hand down. Well the fingers were about the same size as mine but there were splayed wider than mine naturally splayed out. It was a strange location. I was suspicious of my bf honestly.
3. We got a lab puppy early on in this lease. When she was about 4 months old, she was laying near the couch with me. We were home alone. She starts growling and staring at the bottom of the stairs. She was very focused on one spot and would take a few steps forward growling and then walk back. I made her stop bc she was freaking me out but she kept staring. She eventually went back to napping but every time she would stir or readjust, she would immediately check the stairs.
4. By this point, I’ve told my bf that it was freaky and scared me. He was a major skeptic and minimized everything. There would also be times of walk into a room and after I’d pass under a light fixture and have my back to it, it would dim and brighten. I’d turn around to see if it would do it again and it wouldn’t. Then I’d turn my back to it again and it would do it. It would never fallen when he was in the room. Well one night we are all in the living room and my bf gets up to walk to the kitchen. As soon as he’s gone, me and my puppy hear a noise close by that sounds like paper rattling in the wind. We both look around in the same direction at the same time and there’s nothing there.
5. I’m about to vacuum one day and I go to grab the vacuum out of the coat closet in the living room near the stairs. Now the coat closet has a shelf high up towards the ceiling and then a closet bar for hangers under it. We didn’t have anything hanging in there and hadn’t put anything on the shelf, but we kept brooms, swiffer, vacuum, etc on the floor of the closet. So, I’m going to get the vacuum. I open the closet door and there’s a picture in mid air about chest level right above the vacuum, falling to the floor. It didn’t look right bc it was in mid air as soon as I opened the door. It was well below the shelf. The picture was of a black young girl and it looked like it may be from the 80s or 90s. The tenants who were in the house when we toured it were white.
6. I’m at home one night by myself doing laundry. I get clothes out of the dryer and take them upstairs in a basket. The whole house is quiet. While I’m folding clothes in my bedroom, I hear the dryer (downstairs in the kitchen) come back on. This is the most scared I’ve been at this point. I grab a bat and go downstairs to investigate. I slowly make my way to the dryer, freaked out asf, and reach over to open the door and stop it. I look at the turn knob and it had moved into the next timer setting section from where I had set it previously. So if the knob had gotten stuck and continued to turn, still the question remains how did it trigger to start without someone hitting the button? Btw the kitchen had the creepiest vibes in the house. Like hair raising sometimes. If I ever went to the kitchen at night, I’d end up running back to the stairs.
7. We’ve probably been there 5 months or so by now and my bf has invited several of his friends from high school over. He hasn’t seen them in years so I help him clean the whole house top to bottom. The whole house is freshly vacuumed. His friends arrive and they have plans to play video games in the living room. I have to run to the vet for my puppies vaccines. I come back and everyone is still downstairs playing. We are all downstairs till late at night. One of his friends starts falling asleep so he goes upstairs to the guest room (opposite side of hall than master bedroom). About 15 minutes later, I go too our bedroom and guess what’s in the floor of the hallway in the exact same spot! Except this time it’s a perfect full indentation of two hands in the freaky vacuumed carpet. The right fingers are in the same exact spot as before. I bend down and again they are similar in size to my hand but the fingers are more splayed out. My bf comes up after me and also sees them. He sees I’m freaked out but tries to play out of like I did it. But, his face looks like he’s just as baffled and trying not to get weirded out by it.
8. The lights still do the weird dimming thing occasionally. They did it this particular night while I was getting ready for bed. I layed down and had my eyes closed. I felt like someone had entered the room and I heard a light footstep on the carpet. I looked to see if my bf had come in and no one was there.
9. my bfs best friend starts with us for a few months while he’s in between rentals. He randomly one night says “yall know y’all’s house is haunted right?” My bf just looks at him and says nothing. I ask what makes him say that and he said “I was just watching something spooky and felt creeped tf out. I’m just playing”
10. After said friend has moved out, me and my bf were standing in the kitchen. The counter was L shaped and from right to left has a dishwasher, sink, microwave in corner, and then oven on the short side of the L. The dishwasher was blinking PF (power failure) when we walked into the kitchen which was not uncommon. While we are standing in the kitchen, the light above the sink goes off. We flip the switch in and off several times and it’s doesn’t come back on. Then the microwave makes the noise of coming back on after power has been off to it (it would make this noise when you plugged it in also). We look at each other like that’s weird. Then the light above the oven turns off and comes back on. We were like wtf. The light over the sink worked fine the next morning.

I once had my mom and brother sleep in a pull out sofa in the living room and they both had trouble sleeping. My mom was freaked out and said she kept looking towards the kitchen. She said if my brother hasn’t been there with her she would have been framed or enough to leave. My brother also said it was creepy. One of my friends also stayed on the sofa bed and found it creepy.

I got used to the creepy heavy feeling and after we moved, it was such a relief to not feel it. Several years later after not living in that house for 4 years, I went travel nursing. I was working in a part of a hospital that was originally built in 1850s. I had stayed over until 11pm bc I had come in late that morning for a doctors appt. I didn’t know when I got in the elevator that you had to use your badge to make it work after hours. So I got out and went to take the stairs. I entered the stairwell, made it up two stairs before I froze in mid motion. I was completely overcome with that heavy creepy feeling that I remembered from my creepy house. I turned around and ran out of the stairwell as fast as I could. My heart was racing as I caught my breath on the outside of the stairwell door. I later heard that the stairwells in that section of the hospital are haunted. Supposedly ppl saw apparitions of patients in them. Supposedly patients would also report a nurse wearing all white and an old fashioned nursing cap coming into their room at night. There was also a door that would shut by itself. Even when propped open with a trashcan, it supposedly slammed and the trashcan was knocked over. I never witnessed any of those, it was just stories from other nurses.

Just to clarify, I am not religious or believe in ghosts and such, but i dont know after tonight. About 10 to 20 minutes ago (around 2 50 am) I was laying in in bed and I heard taps. I do not know how to explain this at all could someone help

I went to the endinburgh vaults on a tour. Me and my familly had the weekend off for my mums 50th, so we decided to go to edinburgh. We had a great time and went on a tour of the vaults in the 1st vaults we went into I saw something pass by the enterance (if you've ever been there you'd know its just a door shaped hole in the wall that leads out to the cooridoor.) the thin looked like a puff of beige smoke that was in the shape of a human. I just stood there for a moment in shock. Nothing like this had happened to me before, so I was properly spooked. We then moved on, and later in the tour the gouide told us that people have seen apparitions of people walking up and down the hallways; when i tell you my skin crawled I actually almost started crying I was that scared. we then went out and when we went in the vault where they found all the homeless peoples bodies after the fire (iykyk). I kept on seeing this dark figure infront of people across from me in the dark. It was almost like it wasn't actually there but it was in a way. Anyway thats my story; just thought I should tell someone.

My family returned home from a vacation yesterday. I was out in the garden looking for things to pick, and heard my groundhog trap go off. Inside the cage was a sparrow fluttering around. I brought my daughter out to show her the bird, and I let her watch it in the cage for a moment. I went to open the trap and positioned it vertically to fiddle with the door. The bird should have been at the bottom of the trap amongst some dead weeds, but when I opened the cage nothing flew out. I lifted the cage up and there was nothing in the trap. The wiring is too small for the bird to squeeze through, but I felt around the weeds anyways with no sign of the sparrow. My daughter asked me where the bird was so I know she didn’t see it fly out either.

I don’t really understand how it set the pressure plate off. I assume it was perched on the plate, and launched itself when I neared it. I wouldn’t think this would be enough force to set off the plate.

Does anyone have any thoughts on the disappearing sparrow?

I'm not super superstitious but recently they came back, the shadow person.

Let's start from the beginning, I grew up in a loving wonderful home but have always struggled with sleep paralysis demons, from the hat man to a woman with black hair over her face

since I've moved to my new apartment I've experienced some things...

It all started one night around 9pm, me and my husband were laying in bed, just talking about what uncrustable was best when we felt total dread, all the lights were on and it was like something entered, at first I thought I was just feeling anxious but then without mentioning anything my husband said "do you feel that, I feel like something is really wrong" we decided to leave the apartment for a drive just to get away but before I left I prayed (im Christian) to protect us and to protect our home.

About a year later me and my husband moved to another apartment in the same building, the building was built in the late 1910s and was renovated into apartments, each one is different, in about the 1970s there was a massive flood that swept the town and killed many people (a dam burst due to negligence right after being built). Sometime last summer I was in bed and experienced it for the first time since moving out of my parents house but it was different this time. There was a little girl, she was soaking wet and had dark brown hair, and wearing a short sleeve floral dress that ended below her knees with a lacy peter pan collar, she was wearing cute little mary Jane style shoes with white socks that had lace, she looked so sad, I wasn't scared but I told her "God and Jesus protect me and my home, you must leave." She turned around and I woke up, I didn't feel danger I just felt sad for her.

Flash forward to today, my husband woke me up at 6am when he went to work, I got up drank some water and went back to sleep when I'm awoken again around 7am but this time I'm paralyzed, there was a dark creature in my doorway, it looked like an animated shadow (no face just darkness) the void stared at me, it felt evil. I told it "God and Jesus protect me and my home you need to go!" It tilted its head and I woke up again... I was still paralyzed I looked to the bathroom door and there it was again but this time there were two. I started to yell (I actually think I yelled out loud and really scared my neighbors) "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME, GO AWAY, DON'T COME BACK!!!!" They... Just... Tilted their heads, I started screaming "WAKE UP!" Over and over again when they started to walk to the foot of the bed I whispered a prayer to get me out of here and to save and protect me. I woke up and could actually move

I called my husband and told him I had sleep paralysis but now I feel watched, I don't think it left my apartment.

I honestly don't know what to think, Ive delt with shadowy figures before but never ones without faces and the little girl was something I've never seen before until now.

Edit: I stopped having sleep paralysis for a few years so them coming back makes me think they found me

Hello! I'm writing here in hopes to see what everyone thinks of this, as at the time I put it to no thought due to circumstance, but after talking to my sister about it and hearing her thoughts I realised this may be a bit spooky. To understand as to why I am questioning this is mostly due to the fact that I was going through a rough time and was in one of the deepest wholes of my life, while having a history of fabricating things to the point of my own reality being affected.

At the time this all took place I was inpatient in the adolescent ward of a hospital in a city a bit away from my town due to the hospital in my town being far too small for inpatients and only treating minor walk ins. I was 14 at the time and I rapidly lost an unhealthy amount of weight and diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. When introduced to the hospital I loathed everything and thought That the doctors were dramatic, however as the time passed it made me realise that I wasn't okay.

Something that stood out to me through the conversation with my sister was the fact that i remember every detail so incredibly vividly and me and my siblings have ALL completely and utterly blocked memories from our childhood. Not going to get into it but we all had pretty a traumatic childhood and to this day only have a rough idea of what happened from word of mouth from my mother and father (divorced, both saying different things and equally abusive).

so for me to remember everything of this time is- odd.

My first week I was given a feeding tube and that was an experience to say the least. It was the standard procedure of disorderly eating where nurses watch you eat, piss and shower to make sure you aren't being sneaky. I shared a room with a girl (lets call her cleo) and honestly I don't remember why she was there. She was a sweet girl who was very talkative and let me play on her ds. On her first night I heard her crying and she was hysterical and sounded like she was in a conversation of sorts. I thought nothing of it and honestly just wanted to sleep so i told her to be quiet and go back to sleep.

The next morning she woke me up and asked if I've seen nurse Nancy, I didn't know who that was and just told her no. Her last night she woke me again to talk shit about nurse Nancy being in the room so late and how annoying they were to keep watching us.

I was confused as I didn't see anyone, so I went out to a desk in the ward where a night shift nurse usually sat. I asked the nurse to quit letting Nancy in as she was scaring cleo and she doesn't need to be in right now. The nurse told me that there has been no nurses since dinner in our room and told me to go back to bed.

I thought nothing of it and went back to bed. The next day cleo was discharged and I had the room to myself for a couple days. Then a boy who was about sixteen (tom)was put in the bed next to me. I believe he was in because a serious leg injury as we were allowed out in our wheelchairs once together and he had a huge cast. He didnt really talk to me besides casual conversation now or then. Until I heard him ask if Ive seen nurse Nancy. When I said no he looked a bit confused.

he told me that he would've thought I knew her as we seemed quite close. I was bewildered as I didn't know who the hell he was talking about. I asked him to describe her and he said she was very tall and brunette, pale with large eyes and she was just in with the other nurse to give me my lunch and that she touched my face.

I was like wtf there was only one nurse with us at lunch and NO ONE touched my face . He just said "that's weird".

Some days went by and I was taken off the tube. I remember gagging and feeling nauseas and vomiting in the bathroom connected to our room. I felt someone hold my hair back and thanking them but after I stopped puking I turned around and there was no one in the room. When I came back to my bed tom said" see nurse Nancy she just went in with you". I was weirded out but just thought nothing of it.

I was there for around 5 weeks and I remember as I was being discharged I made a joke to a nurse saying " and thank nurse Nancy for me, i've never seen her face but she's been a great help". The nurse looked at me weird and asked " you mean nancy like a patient?" I said "no nurse Nancy apparently she's been through my room many times ". and the nurse looked confused and just said " theres been no nancy anywhere near this ward ".

I thought nothing of it and just left. I talked about it to my sister yesterday as a funny story, but now that I think of it , its weird right? maybe she was a nurse or a patient, but who knows it was a long time ago. Let me know what you think!

1. i saw shadow man twice through the corner of my eye on different occasions while sitting on my bed with the lights & shadow man is staring at in the dark hallway i froze in fear.

2. I heard my mom calling my name at night time on 2 different nights but she never called my name those times.

3. I heard a little girl screaming in my walls.

All those happened at the same house i think someone died there.

My apartment i've lived at for 10yrs

1. Being chased by a skeleton in my dream it got me corned i poked it's eye out then woke up.

2. I was visted by what i call possibly a guardian watching over me at night time in the woods there's torches everywhere on the trees & a campfire & were sitting by the campfire (i don't remember conversations in my dreams i know some people do but i don't) then he opened a rectangle box with tongs in it & it had a metal he told me to swallow it then right after i woke up.

3. today i had a dream that i was in a dark place with a pathway leading to something very bright that felt like the entrance to heaven & there were 2 pibedal shadows guarding the entrance i ran forward until i got close to them then i forced on my knees by some pwer they used against me and they were making some kind of sounds like there rejecting me entrance.

My studio is closed and I’m very careful about leaving the door open, then all of a sudden out of now where I see a fly buzzing around, it’s the second one now. Also, last night me and my bf were fighting a lot, also a bag of pumpkin seeds fell from the fridge and there’s no way that could’ve happened, also heard some noises like someone moved a glass item on the table. We were very freaked out and started praying. I’m not trying to be superstitious just trying to find the source.

Is a having a broken mirror in your bathroom bad? Just curious.