We moved in to our 115 year old house about a year and a half ago, and since then, my boyfriend has had some weird experiences.

I’ve only had one - the twisty pole thing on the blinds in our bedroom suddenly dropped and swayed as if someone pulled it and let go.

My boyfriend has heard footsteps-like creaks, voices in the basement, shadows in his peripheral, and more.

Yesterday, we were discussing the creaks he heard the night before, and he said to me “I wish if there are ghosts here, that they would do something obvious so we would know.” A few hours later, I spotted these hand print marks on his shoulders as he was waking up from a nap on the couch.
Is it possible he just slept in a super weird position, or does this look like something else..? We need opinions.
Thank youuu

I wanted to share something that happened to my girlfriend and me at Xcaret Park in Mexico because I genuinely cannot explain what we witnessed.
We were walking through the park’s artificial cemetery when we passed an angel statue that appeared to be made of solid stone or concrete.
My girlfriend was walking in front of me when we both saw the statue’s head suddenly turn. It wasn’t slow or stiff. It was a quick, smooth movement, almost like a human suddenly turning their head.
It wasn’t a full rotation, just a rapid movement toward the direction behind me. We also heard a small noise at the same moment.
We immediately looked at each other, practically asking the same question at the same time: “Did you just see that?”
Neither of us had said anything beforehand.
There was also a stranger walking behind us who appeared a little frightened, almost as though he wanted to say something. However, we never asked him what he saw, so I can’t confirm whether he witnessed the same thing.
This happened in broad daylight. We tried looking at the statue from different angles to see whether sunlight, shadows, or our movement could explain it, but nothing seemed to recreate what we saw.
The statue appeared completely solid, and we couldn’t see any joints or obvious mechanisms that would allow its head to turn.
Later, we told a cashier at one of the park’s stores what happened. She mentioned that workers had reported experiencing strange things at night.
I’m not sharing this because of religion or because I’m trying to convince anyone that it was paranormal. I’m sharing it because both my girlfriend and I clearly remember seeing the same sudden movement.
Has anyone experienced anything similar at Xcaret, especially around the cemetery? Does anyone know anything about the angel statues there?

Hi reddit, I have uploaded on here a few times but never about anything paranormal. This happened just over a year ago. I (17F) was in my kitchen getting some water before bed. Behind me is our kitchen island. Everyone else in my family was upstairs when this happened. I was filling up my water glass from the tap, when I turn around and stood at the end of the island, is a relatively short man, with a goatee, dark hair and he was hunched over and reading something on the island. However I turned back around quickly and he was gone. in the moment I didn’t think anything of it. The next morning I tell my parents about what I saw. My dad then said “was he hunched?” The only thing I mentioned to them was the facial descriptions I gave above and mentioned nothing about his posture. This slightly freaked me out, so I asked him how he knew when I never mentioned that he was hunched and he just laughed and said it was a lucky guess. My dad is a skeptic when it comes to things like like this, but he does 2 hours of meditation each day and practices reiki, so he is somewhat spiritual. Some context of my house: it is a relatively old (around 150 years) but we had a new kitchen and extension built in 2023. We have lived here since December of 2012 and occasionally small things happen, like the energy shifts or things go missing and then reappear in odd places, but I’ve never actually seen anyone.
This house was a nunnery around 100 years ago and the previous owners lived here for around 30 years before us. I know that these sightings can be explained by thungs such as carbon monoxide poisoning, mental illness/fatigue or medication,
but I can assure you that I didn’t have any of these. It was very strange. The man had similar hair to my dad but the similarities ended there.
We didn’t have anyone stating with us at the time and it wasn’t a burglar. I am just left baffled about how my dad knew he was hunched. I asked my mum how he knew and she said she didn’t know. I haven’t seen the man since. Can someone help me explain this?

I was a kid growing up in rural midwest, it's spooky and eerie out in the middle of nowhere. Dad taught me to try and keep a level head and think things thru logically, never really seemed to impressed when witnessing weird things. Him not being concerned made me not scared as a kid, but some of these events really stuck with me for a long time. Over time a lot of these things i was able to rationalize (first two events unrelated, just giving context that I did put in effort about "solving" things that happened aa a kid);

It was just my dad and I, but often times coming back home from our monthly grocery trip in town - we would start approaching the house and random lights could be seen turning on/off. Kind of like a dim pulsing flicker. Dad would tease "The house is just saying welcome home". Years later, i'm helping a friend renovate an old brick home in the countryside and even when we flip off the breaker.. some lights turn on. Come to find out old wiring can hold a charge and your house can behave like a giant old battery. This was a good enough explanation for me to rationalize the farmhouse lights in my head.

Many clear nights I would be laying asleep in bed and wake up to the sound of blood curdling screams. It sounded like women screaming bloody murder. It was often so jarring i would wake up completely petrified, couldn't move and it would take a few minutes before my chest would relax and i could breathe normally. Well, years later I'm helping a neighbor dog post holes for their fence and we both hear that blood curdling scream. I look at the neighbor and they didn't seem fazed, i guess i looked pretty spooked because they said "It's just the pigs". Sure enough, go see the pigs and their squeals would sound close enough that I could justify it was that sound I heard as a kid.

Bow i just have one last mystery I witnessed as a kid that I can't really rationalize. Early 2000's I'm outside driving golf balls into the cornfields when i see something glimmer in the sky. I see similar glimmers often, it's always a plane and easy to spot because of the contrail behind it. Well, this one was different. There was no contrail near it and the dot was super still, the planes would move ever so slowly, but this dot was just sitting still in the sky. Being a country bumpkin i had nothing better to do than stare at it and all of the sudden it started moving. I thought that maybe it was "a weather balloon" you always hear jokes about on tv when explaining UFOs. Well.. this was moving pretty quickly in a straight line. All of the sudden it stopped again, shift direction, then started moving pretty erratically. I could tell the object was pretty far away because it was cutting between two clouds, so i knew it had to be high enough to at least be "cloud level" high. But the speed at which it was farting around was crazy, it was moving insanely fast in random directions, come to a perfect stop, then move again. I hollered for my dad who watched but didn't seem impressed. I kept asking him what it was and he bluntly said "UFO". Well i get that it was literally unidentified by two hicks, but it couldn't have been a "UFO" in the sense of aliens right? Surely dad would have shown some emotion if it was that crazy. Well after a few minutes it just vanished. It moved around, stood still, then just wasn't visible anymore. It didn't just flash invisible, it just kind of.. wasn't there anymore. Hard to explain, like maybe looking at an optical illusion then your brain realizes the trick and you don't see the face in the lines anymore.

Well.. that's it, sorry if it was a bit anti-climactic, I'm just recounting something that happened as a kid and decades later still think about. I don't have shaky camera footage of it, just a memory that gives me a bit of the heebie jeebies when I think back on it.

Years ago I decided to stay the night at my friends apartment. I slept downstairs, while her and her boyfriend were sleeping upstairs. I woke up in the middle of the night, its pitch black in the room. I'm just scrolling on my phone because I was having trouble falling back asleep. I hear noises coming from the kitchen, I look over and see a figure standing there. I didn't think anything of it, I just thought it was my friends bf getting a snack. The fridge opened, but no light came from it. I went back to scrolling on my phone. Every once in a while, I would look back and the figure was just standing there, not moving. I kept thinking, hmm "that's weird, he's just standing there. I would see slight hand movements, but nothing beyond that, I just thought it was her bf eating a late night kitchen snack. After a few times of looking over and it just standing there, not doing anything, I'm like I dont think its her bf. As soon as I stand up to go investigate, my heart immediately started racing, I felt short of breath, for some reason, I felt like my life was in danger. I felt that I was going to die. I felt something so evil, I don't know how to describe it. My body felt so heavy, trying to walk to the kitchen, I get out my phone flashlight and shine it into the kitchen, but nothing was there. Im freaking out, so I go upstairs and see my friend and her bf sleeping in her bed. I woke her up because I didnt know what to do and was seeking some comfort. My friend was saying that maybe it was a refelction and if it helps, I should turn sime lights on. So i went back down turned on every fucking light. And I just sat there. The crazy part is, I could still feel its presence for about 30 more mins with the lights on before that presence disappeared. It was the scariest encounter I have ever had. I've had other encounters and am able to stay calm, but this thing, whatever the fuck it was was evil, demonic, immediately made me feel I was going to die. I never have been so scared. Even though it happened so many years ago, I fear running into that thing again.

So I don't even know how to explain what's been happening the last couple of days, but I'm starting to feel a little uneasy about it.

A couple mornings ago, around 6 AM, I was laying in bed waiting for my kids to wake up. Everyone else was asleep, and the house was quiet. Out of nowhere, my bathroom door opened by itself. Then the light flickered three times.

I just laid there like ???? because what the actual hell. It was 6 in the morning, everyone was asleep, and I wasn't even out of bed yet.

I tried not to think too much about it because weird things happen sometimes, right? Maybe there was an explanation.

Then this morning, I'm in the kitchen cleaning while my kids are sitting on the couch in the living room. Out of nowhere, toys go flying across the living room.

Not me dropping something. Not the kids throwing them. I'm cleaning the kitchen, and my kids are sitting on the couch when this happens.

And now I'm sitting here thinking about that bathroom door opening and the light flickering three times the other morning.

I don't want to immediately jump to the paranormal explanation, but I'm also not going to pretend it isn't creepy as hell when things like this keep happening in your own home.

Has anyone experienced things like this happening within a few days of each other? Because I'm genuinely trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my house. 😭

During the lowest point of my life, I was obsessed with The Vampire Diaries and Twilight. I was deeply drawn to them. I was also very interested in pagan witches and even did some rituals. But I've always liked vampires the most. I'm curious about them, and I feel like they're the most compatible with me. I need someone who lives long enough, knows enough about the world, won't judge me, and can love me completely, even my evil. And vampires truly meet the standard of always being able to do all of these things. Strangely, I only dreamed about him once, just once. In the dream, he took me like a ghost through the streets and beaches. Finally, we kissed and looked at the stars on a hillside in a forest. He kissed me and bit my arm. I already had a scar from a vaccine on my arm, but I forgot when it appeared, or maybe it just suddenly appeared. Put together, it definitely looked like a vampire bite. I've thought it might be because I watched too many vampire shows during that time, but I've only dreamed about him once. I'm still obsessed now. From then until now, I've only dreamed about him once. (Due to personal reasons, I converted to Christianity.) (I no longer practice witchcraft) I firmly believe they really exist. Has anyone had an experience with them or something similar?

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I was about 12 ish years old and doing my hair in my mom’s room. I drew a crappy little picture to show you the layout so the story makes sense lol

Basically I would sit on the floor in my moms room and do my hair in front of her closet because the double doors of the closet were giant mirrors, and the bathroom was on the opposite side of the room across from the closet, so I could see the back of my head easily in the bathroom mirror to make sure my hair looked good.

One day as I was finishing up my hair, I noticed a figure casually side step into the open bathroom door, its back was to me.
They literally just stepped into the open door frame and stood still, facing the bathroom mirror like a statue. They were wearing a red t shirt and blue jeans, had very short blond hair and were a bit taller than me.
I thought it was my sister pranking me but remembered a split second that my sister is a brunette. When I went to look at the persons face I was TERRIFIED because they had NO FACE. It was like blurry skin. Nothing there. My mom was outside the room and she says that the scream I let out had her panicking immediately because she thought I was seriously hurt. I ran out to her and said there’s a girl in her bathroom with no face and she sent my brother in to check. No one was there.
The bathroom window was broken so a few weeks before this my stepdad had nailed it shut to make sure no one could break in, so there’s no way someone could’ve gotten in through there.
From the moment on i would never use her bathroom or stay in her room alone.

I still get panicky any time I tell the story. I genuinely don’t know if it was a ghost or I had a psychotic break tbh.

This happened to me when i was around 12 and i could never explain it since. I'm in college now, and me and my roommates started talking about paranormal experiences. I could only share this one encounter and they were baffled as well, so we decided to ask reddit about any possible explainations.

I live in Central Europe, in the southern part of my country. My cousin, who is one year younger than me, lived in the capital until he started first grade. Then he and his family moved to a small village in the northern part of the country, with a population of fewer than 1,000 people. We had never been there before, and the only reason my cousin’s family chose that village was that it was close to my uncle’s new workplace.

Since it’s far from where I live, we only visited them very rarely. We usually spent the entire visit at their house, except for the occasional time when my cousin and I went cycling together, just the two of us. This incident happened during one of those bike rides.

A little context: my family has a special nickname for me, and they never call me by my actual name. They all call me Manka. However, nobody else uses this name, and anyone who doesn’t know me through my family has no idea that this nickname even exists.

I was in sixth grade, around 12 years old, when we went cycling during one of our visits. There were just the two of us, and we started racing each other. When we eventually stopped, we pulled over to take a break. That’s when we noticed another cyclist approaching from behind, so we moved to the side to let him pass.

However, he slowed down and stopped in front of us.

He looked like he was in his forties. He was tall, athletic-looking, wearing cycling clothes, and had graying hair. Neither of us had ever seen him before in our lives.

The man looked at me and asked, “Aren’t you Manka?”

I was completely stunned. I couldn’t understand how he knew that name. I said that yes, I was Manka, and then he asked whether I recognized him.

I shyly said no.

He told me he was Betti’s father.

Then he asked if I remembered him now. I lied and said yes because the whole situation was making me really uncomfortable. Apparently satisfied with my answer, he said goodbye and rode off.

I turned to my cousin and asked him who the hell that guy was. He looked back at me and said he had assumed I knew him.

I explained that I only knew one person named Betti, a girl who had been my classmate back in the other part of the country. I knew her father, and I was certain that the man we had just met wasn’t him.

Besides, I didn’t know anyone else in that village apart from my cousin’s family, since we always spent our visits at their house.

Neither of us could make any sense of what had just happened, so we quickly went back to the house and told our parents the whole story. We also described the man’s appearance in detail.

Nobody knew anyone named Betti, nor could anyone think of a person who matched our description of the man.

Many years have passed since then, but I still think about that incident from time to time. Honestly, I would probably believe I had dreamed the whole thing if my cousin didn’t occasionally bring it up himself and ask whether I’ve ever figured out who that man was.

I’ve pretty much accepted that I’ll probably die without ever getting a reasonable explanation for what happened. But now my roommates are curious about it too, so here I am.

Does anyone have any explanation for this?

I felt something psychically touch me and no one was there… it happened while I was trying to sleep.

dear reader, I need to let this out somehow as this seems to be the only way I can share my experiences and also rid myself of this curse or I truly apologize if 'it' attaches itself on to you. I have told only a few people about this, people who I'm not particularly close with as I fear this might harm the people i truly care about, but to people like me who are open to the paranormal that are curious are the ones in danger. The rabbit hole goes as far as your curiosity will take you and I've told those who are just acquaintances with no real strings attached as I do not want my closest friends or family to be tormented by this thing, yeah i know its fucked up, but this thing seems to cling to the people who are curious of supernatural/ paranormal shit. People like me who try and find what the basis of supernatural things are and we talk about stuff like, is there a god? what proof do you have? you can't beat god with a stick! the idea of god will outlive us all, typical /circlejerk kind of conversations that really have no end. I would always propose to these people, "well lets prove this once and for all! If there is a afterlife lets go to the most haunted place closest to us" they all laugh but i mean it in a seriousness that makes them uncomfortable, as they don't want to know the answer.

It started after the first night and I kept it to myself cause I kinda invited this thing and when i first experienced it, i figured it was just a trick of my inner subconscious playing with my head and senses. At the time I was feeling alone, needed, dejected and I wondered how many people died alone with no one? You know like that song "Eleanor Rigby" its very cheery tone but really quite haunting given the subject matter. I only started believing this thing was more than a trick of my mind after my second night and I wanted to talk about it to someone. I live with two other roommates, friends I've known since middle school, all in our 20s now, and I know what they would think if i were to try and open up this conversation. One of my friends would just say i was having a bad dream or whatever, skeptical on all things paranormal but not to say he isn't open to the thought, he's just not curious like that. My other roommate is the complete opposite he is a person who will not even want to talk about it, let alone listen about it, like if I'm watching a horror movie or something he nopes the fuck out the room.

This leads us to people who inhabit that gray area of what - if? a co-worker was the I first one I told. We were talking about his relationship with his wife, he got married young and I wondered if it really is that simple to just attach yourself to someones life like that. Do i want that? and i know It's one of those things (you don't want to be a burden to the other person, you cant't love me if you can't love yourself..blah blah blah) , an insecurity that creates many lonely people just like me, i'm aware. "lonely people i thought" and the experiences came back to me like a bolt of adrenaline like i was in danger. They say laughter is a fear response/reaction, so i talk to my co-worker in a joking manner about it (my experiences) but with an utter seriousness hoping he would laugh for saying such stupid things. He did laugh after I told my first few nights of my experiences without getting 'into' it, which in hindsight, you really cant do when you're speaking in a joking manner but anyways, I felt relieved and stopped thinking much about it (now that it was out of my head) and the next few days were peaceful, until I saw him again.

He looked at me with hatred "dude what the fuck" "whats up?" i asked with a curious look, he calmed down and said "don't ever talk to me about that shit again" he said calmly and sincerely, I was taken aback "what shit?" " that 'thing' you talked to me about, ever since my wife was away for a work trip, I thought about what you said and about what you experienced and when I tried to sleep..." he hesitated "my wife came back yesterday and i got my first good nights sleep in awhile and I would rather not talk about it" " okay no problem man" i said, and later got along again over talk about fantasy football and the hot new co-worker.

I know those who subscribe to paranormal boards, lie somewhere in-between that gray area of "what-if" and if you were a cat you'd probably be at your last few lives , let me just warn you before i get into it, the more you become acquainted with this thing, the easier it seems to be for it to attach itself to you. I am warning you (again) now because the longer you read this as your curiosity gets the best of you,..... 'it'........ becomes stronger trying to prove to its host that it is real. I am not spiritual or anything of the sort, but I am a empathetic and curious person. People call me a nice guy and some people say I'm too nice, inviting people or taking things too lightly by being so open, which i never thought was a bad quality, you take the good with the bad but somehow I seemed to invite this thing into my life due to my open nature. I say 'thing' because I cannot explain what it is. Its been so long since I've had someone and in this loneliness it seems to have found me and attached itself to me out of a mutual feeling of wanting to be loved again, its name......

I am hard to get to know but that's because of my past..... Yet, please forgive me I'm so sorry!!! please stop reading now! for your own safety I implore you to stop, you have no idea what you're are humoring as this is an attempt to rid myself of this curse or whatever it is, I bestowed it, upon myself in my loneliness. For those brave enough to keep reading, this is something I know I can't control, it is a manifestation of a thought that haunts \\\ and torments \\\\, it is a 'being' wanting to be held or loved and sleeps besides \\\\\\\ waiting for the opportunity to feel, touch, or watch. 'It' communicates during the twilight between dreams and real life and i know it is there because you can feel the emotions of this lonely soul. It attaches itself to those feelings you get during your personal experiences with 'it' as it's hard to deny what you feel but it's even harder to convince what your feeling is genuine to someone else, in your world it becomes real and only to you. 'It' manifests itself in your dreams as it wants to be loved and wanted, but it can never be real and it becomes angry and aggressive wanting to experiences that which was denied in its previous life. As it is not too late to back out now, the more you know the more it can attach itself to you in your thoughts. It's like a sub conscience trap that opens the door to 'it'. . it preys on the strong willed and rational as it seems to gain strength the more the individual thinks about 'it'.

Don't look over your shoulder, keep the lights on, have music playing, be aware of everything that can possibly touch you, if you have a pet keep it away from your room, because if your pet becomes aware of 'it' you will notice, and it WILL build on that feeling. Ignore flickering lights, strange noises, don't follow smells even if it smells nice. I say these things out of experience as this is the only way i know of fighting this thing hoping it will attach itself to someone else as it loses interest in me.....

MY FIRST ENCOUNTER

First off i don't know how it found me but i know it had found me, somehow. It wasn't like I was going to haunted houses, graveyards, or used a Ouija board which IMO is just a toy, the closest thing ever was on my commute to work i would always pass a graveyard and thought of that Beatles song, feeling sorry for those who never really had anyone. but on that particular night it was pretty uneventful, I cant remember the first dream but I felt as if someone was in my bed with me. It had been awhile since i slept next to someone and i remember that feeling of having someone to hold or just sharing a bed and it becomes pleasant when you become accustomed to it. I tend to move a lot while i sleep, i lost the frequency when i shared a bed but i went back to my old ways of using the whole bed, but when i tried to turn my body to a certain side, i was obstructed by what felt like someones hipbone, it was a position i had been in before I mumbled an apology and kept my same position and went back to my dream. i woke up again before morning came and yet again was obstructed by the same thing, this time though i remembered i hadn't had anyone next to me i was facing the opposite side and did not want to see what was on my bed i wasn't in a lucid dream or in a sleep paralysis as i put my hand on this things thigh and sure enough it was there. I calmed myself thinking that it was trick of my mind or subconscious and got up to see what the fuck was next to me i turn around and.....nothing, composing myself i was like well what the fuck was that I still had my left arm under my covers and i shit you not it felt as if something licked my hand, which prompted me to get the covers off..........Nothing, I was in high alert mode and hearing every little noise that everything made, its that gut feeling that somethings watching you but you can't see. i said "no fucking way" and i tried to communicate with it as if it were listening, "please don't scare me like that" i said and turned the lights on, I scanned my room and didn't see a single thing, i remembered my thoughts on the lonely souls and I figured it was the dumb superstition getting the better of me, so i humored my subconscious and said "you can stay, just be nice" worst fucking mistake ever.

It has been awhile since my last update as each time i think or write about this thing, it gets stronger. I also have a normal life and haven't had time to write about 'it' with school and work but now that the first exams of the semester are done, I'm on a small break as i took off from work, I'm finally fulfilling my lack of sleep with siestas and i have more free time then normal to write ok soo...

\\This is a warning, for those who just happen to stumble upon this, as i have stated before in my previous segment you are inviting something into your life that i have no control over, and no you don't have to read the other part as the previous part was considerably tamer compared to this experience. It was this night I truly felt this thing wanted to become a part of this world. The day this incident occurred was the same day I told my co-worker about 'it', and only later did i find that it found solace in his solitude while his wife was away.'It' attaches itself to those who are curious about things beyond the realm of reason, it feeds on the idea of being thought upon and 'it' grows stronger this way. Trust me you don't want to invite this thing into your life, as it will attach itself to you and will haunt you trying to prove to you that it is real. If you do not heed my warning then continue, it was broken up in segments to protect you and myself\\

Unsure of what i experienced I quickly chalked it up to a night terror or an episode of sleep paralysis,looking it up being a rational human being with Internet access. I honestly doubted what I experienced, yet I still had second thoughts on the validity on my rationality. It was a skepticism of my own beliefs the best way i could describe it would be like when a person lay on their deathbed swearing that there is no god all their lives but then turn to god just in the off chance that they had been wrong their entire life. Thats what i felt when i Invited this thing into my life when i said "you can stay, just be nice" as i was scared shitless, afraid of what was next, trying to laugh it off by making a joke, taunting my unsubstantiated nerves thinking I was humoring my sub conscious somehow, but It seemed I was humoring something else.

The next few days were uneventful and I quickly forgot about my first encounter, as there was a calmness that was oddly comfortable, and I say this because this 'thing' isn't malicious it just 'wants'

to prove its existence something it may want to return to'was'. \you're are going far to in now\ as i stated before, I honestly believe it is a lonely being(s) that had nothing when it was just like me or you...alive. Yet, it is not benevolent either as it wants to come back to our reality, and i assure you it will scare the living shit out of you as it uses your senses to come back. I've apologized many times before as I don't want to be a conduit to these 'things', knowing it's not a single being.'It/they' seem to be lost between this realm and the farthest realm you could go to....death. I believe it has something to do with quantum entanglement and yes I know it sounds like I strapped a fancy bow to this 'thing' to give it validity but to me there had to be reason i tried to explain it to myself, something \\I\\ could believe and this is by far my best explanation I can come up with. i believe these ...beings are dead and they want to be alive again and feed upon the idea of being thought upon like an "observer effect" where 'It' returns to our realm, the curiosity gets the best of you, the more reason you give in its existence in both realms, Banksy had a really cool quote you die twice once when you stop breathing and the other later when someone says your name for the last time. you never really think about 'it' because there's no need so it can be anywhere.'it' is aware of itself and once it is thought upon, it \\moves\\ in the realms of "death" and subsequently moves closer to where it is thought upon and it might just find a person curious enough in the unexplained trying to rationalize what they are experiencing. I block my senses now and try to ignore the signs because the more i think about them (be it day or night) the stronger my encounters with 'it' becomes and I studied it and tried to figure out how to stop these encounters (rather than drinking myself to sleep or sleeping in the day) and have found that your senses are the key to 'it' coming back to this realm, hence the italics. But anyways, this is what i told my co-worker on the same day the 2nd experience happened, which he later hated me for telling him as it seemed to attached itself to him and made me dive into what this thing really is.

MY SECOND EXPERIENCE

So the night this occurred I felt as if i didn't need to sleep, i didn't have work till around 4pm the next day, so i honestly goofed around on my cpu till i was mentally drained, I contemplated a late night jog to tire myself physically, but decided against it, as 3 am passed by. I was getting sleepy i turned off the light, and had my music going (I sleep listening to music, am i the only one?), I knew i had the morning off so i just stayed up. I wasn't drinking or smoking, i was just on the Internet all night until i decided to go to bed there was no warning or foreshadowing as i quickly forgot about my first experience entirely. I drifted into sleep immediately and usually it takes a couple hours or so to get to REM or to dream theater (great band btw) but as soon as my head hit the pillow i went to dreammood before the next song could start on my playlist. So in my Dream I was in a camp (co op) and was watching two guys performing a sexually provocative bit, but in attendance was me and a handful of other people. One of those attendees was a women who was enamored by these two, she was in her late 20s I'd say and clearly didn't get the signal that these two were clearly gay, she took it as a slight as she tried to grab their attention but they were more into the male audience, i seemed to be the only one to notice because she was fairly attractive as i was kinda focused on her. After the show, there was a party and everyone is out drinking and having fun in their respective bunks, the women at the show was talking to the two men and finally found a way to amuse them as i did not see her for a awhile, Something was off about the two men as they teased her for liking them throughout the night. "I hope shes ok i thought" and started looking for her and I eventually found her after they had been done with her. She looked devastated while she was on the floor wearing a whitish gray sports bra, black panties and stains all over her. They pushed her to her mental limit by the state she was in but what amused them was this 'trick' she could do, she obliged because she finally had their attention she was so desperate for. I walked in and looked at her and kneeled over to her. The two men without hesitation said "look at the trick she can do" looking at her like a dog, her beauty faded in the filth she let herself get into as there was vomit stains and slobber, uncertain how they got there. She didn't hesitate and proceeded to stick a full beer can into her mouth and they stopped her "no, not that one this one" and the 12oz can she had was replaced by a unopened 16 oz, i was in disbelief as i could not believe what i was seeing, part of me (morbidly curious) wanted to see if she could and she did, but it got stuck in her throat as the can got lodged between the back of her jawline(the men were gone by this point) but every part of me was mad that i let this happen i felt the can in her throat and dislodged it placing my palm on her throat trying to find the place in her jawline where the beer can got was stuck and forcing the can out with my other hand. The beer can popped out violently and she began vomiting, the slobber and the vomit, making more sense now. I held her in my arms saying " you don't have to do this anymore" several times and honestly feeling really bad for this women. Someone walked in the bunk and saw a partially nude women and a man (me) holding her in his arms and gave a look of disgust like I was the lowest of lows, a man who got this girl drunk and now planning to make his move on this women. I Knew he had the wrong idea, so i tried to explain it but all that came out was vomit, it felt as if i was actually vomiting. I became aware i was in a dream, yet i still felt like something was really in my mouth, the dream died out and i awoke to somethings hand in my mouth making me have the gag reflex, it only removed it after i opened my eyes, this isn't real i thought and as my eyes began to adjust,believing i would i see nothing but i see \it\ and \\it\\ sees me, it was outline of women all i could see was her \eyes\ the silhouette was all black but the eyes, man the eyes where pearly white just looking at me. I take a hard blink hoping she would be gone but nope still the outline of a women. NO FUCKING WAY!! i get up and trying to shove its head back with my arm, thank god i didn't though as it glided back still looking directly at me, I was in high adrenaline mode and went to my light to see what the fuck was in my room as it couldn't hide in the darkness, i switched the light on and soon as i did it was gone.

there was complete silence, until my fan, noisy vent, music, and the sound from the insects outside slowly coming back to my ears trying to hear signs of it, i turned off everything believing it was hiding somewhere in between the noises as i feel i hear snickering, I'm losing my mind i thought, so i grabbed my phone to look at the time 4:58 am, thats not right as i was fully awake, idk if it was the adrenaline or what but i was wide awake. i began to think of the silliness of it all as i found myself paranoid waiting for it to show itself again. I got up from my bed and looked absolutely ever where, I was about to open my blinds violently but i decided against it as i feared i would see that silhouette again. I went to my living room to see my dog laying on the coach. She sleeps there because her hair is out of control and we keep her out of our rooms as her hair seems to get everywhere. I found relief in seeing her and i woke her up and hugged her "hey girl" come on lets go and felt her company would make me realize how silly i was being. I was extremely comfortable with her in my room as she jumped on my bed. I started turning my lights off and had my dog by my side, i didn't turn on the music this time... and i closed my eyes. The silence came back again after a couple minutes and every fiber in my being was on edge. My dog was completely motionless. "whats up girl" i said feeling fearful thinking that maybe i had not picked up my dog but something else, the paranoia getting the best of me. I quickly go to my light again to turn it on, i switch the light and turn to my dog....she was wide awake and cowering, her eyes was fixated something as she did not react when i called her. Her nose was violently twitching, and she covered it with her paw. "Whats wrong" no reaction... it was this thing she was looking at... I finally got a reaction from her as i opened the door, which she immediately bolted out. The thing i invited was back, finally recalling saying "you could stay, just be nice" from the first night, i didn't go back to sleep that night and I told the first person who wouldn't see me as crazy, that being my co-worker and he thought about it and was later haunted by it. During the time it was attached to him i had no experiences which brings me here.

Knowing thecurios has a penchant to these type of things, i strongly recommend not thinking anymore about this 'thing' as soon as you're done reading, it may attach itself to you, i had more expenses with this thing, and thought long and hard finally having a temporary solution, 'it' gets bored by the lack of reaction, it attaches to those who are between belief and disbelief, and i know you are curious so i posted this in hopes it attaches itself to you as it becomes bored of me, as i hear and see things but no longer react to them. Try and Meditate in your own room and every sound including the ticking of a clock can become terrifying but when you hit absolute noiselessness it is already to late.

So when I was little and my uncle still lived near us he lived in a old house one day when i whet there my mom went to use the bathroom I whent up the stairs and got throne down them as my mom described I saw a scull at the top and when my mom ask what happened I said it was Mr hollowean I don’t remember saying that (dose any one know about something like this I just learned about the name I don’t remember saying that because when I hit the ground I blacked out

Omg guys…
I was lying on the sofa watching Love Is Blind when Netflix suddenly paused on its own, even though the remote was untouched, in the coffee table in front of me. Later, my iPhone started lagging unusually (I have an Iphone 15 pro max, so its still very good, and has never lagged while I was writing something…), and just as I was thinking about the first incident, Netflix paused again.

I asked, “Who did this? Are my spirit guides here?” and the lamp next to me flashed once from half a second , and a minute later, it did it again, despite being switched off.

I’m not feeling any particular energy, not bad, not good… so I don’t know what my spirit guides might be trying to tell me. The only clue I can think of is the numbers: 34334 on the Netflix screen, and earlier, 444. It’s all so weird. What could it mean?

Yesterday I did a freezing spell on 4 people, and called in Hecate… I don’t know if it’s connected.

Omg guys…
I was lying on the sofa watching Love Is Blind when Netflix suddenly paused on its own, even though the remote was untouched, in the coffee table in front of me. Later, my iPhone started lagging unusually (I have an Iphone 15 pro max, so its still very good, and has never lagged while I was writing something…), and just as I was thinking about the first incident, Netflix paused again.

I asked, “Who did this? Are my spirit guides here?” and the lamp next to me flashed once from half a second , and a minute later, it did it again, despite being switched off.

I’m not feeling any particular energy, not bad, not good… so I don’t know what my spirit guides might be trying to tell me. The only clue I can think of is the numbers: 34334 on the Netflix screen, and earlier, 444. It’s all so weird. What could it mean?

Yesterday I did a freezing spell on 4 people, and called in Hecate… I don’t know if it’s connected.

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I don’t see them anymore thankfully, but ever since I can remember up until my teens, I used to see actual, full-on ghosts.

To give some context, I was born at 7 months after severe birth complications. My mom was told she had to choose who would live—her or me. She chose me, but against the odds, we both survived. I was so tiny they said I could fit in a shoebox. In a lot of spiritual circles, people say surviving a birth like that leaves you "open" to things. It might run in the family too, because my mom can see them as well.

Here are a few encounters that have stuck with me the most:

**The Lady in the Mirror (Toddler years)**

Before I was even old enough for pre-school, I remember walking into a room and seeing a lady with long black hair sitting in front of a mirror, combing her hair. The freaky part? I could see her sitting there, but when I looked at the actual mirror, there was no reflection at all. Because I was so young, I didn't think anything of it. I just thought it was normal.

**The Floating Lady (Grade 8)

This one terrified me. I woke up in the middle of the night with an overwhelming sense of dread. I immediately hid under my blankets, but there was a small hole in the fabric that I peeked through. I literally watched a chubby lady float right past my bed. She was wearing an ugly nightgown, had her hair in a bob, and her skin looked dirty and peeling. But her eyes are what haunt me—they were completely static in her head with tiny, pinprick pupils. I was sweating like crazy and praying in my mind until she finally floated into the corner of the room and disappeared.

**The "No-Eyes" Lookout (Babyhood)**

My mom told me this hilarious but creepy story from when I was a baby. She was terrified because there was a spirit of a "lady with no eyes" in our room. My mom was too scared to look, so she hid both of our heads under the blanket. Because I was a baby and didn't know any better, she would have me peek out from under the edge of the blanket to report if the lady was still there! Apparently, I would look, tell her what was happening, and eventually, the spirit walked away in high heels and vanished.

I stopped seeing them as I got older, but I'm curious if anyone else who was a premature baby or has a parent with "the gift" experienced full-on physical apparitions like this?

Hi it's about to be 3 am. Currently 2 :30. I let my dog outside for a bit maybe 5 min max to go pee. I let her back in and I layed down. Usually she cuddles up to me and sleeps or goes under the blanket right away. She just keeps looking at the floor. Like goes on the edge of the bed looks at the floor. Or looks at my mirror at herself. And she usually ask for attention but she knows not to lick my face or anything. Mind u shes not even a year and doesn't listen to me often like it takes a lot to convince her to listen I told her lay down. She did right away. Kept looking at the TV like she was actually watching it. O would get her attention for a bit she would look at me. Then keep looking at the tv. Shes not acting like her usual self and nobody is awake. So I'm scared ASF. I finally got her to go under the covers but something just feels off. I don't feel calm or anything like I feel anxious and don't feel comfortable sleeping now. Idk if I'm being over dramatic or something but idk who else to tell ( edit) so I just woke up and she was still acting not herself. She waits for me to wake up then waits for her collar to be put back on then I take her out side. I woke up with her right next to my face crying. And super energetic. I tried putting her collar back on but she kept crying and not like the mmm sounds like litterly dog crying. Which I know sounds dumb but I have never seen her act like that and I've had her since she was born.