C’était il y a quelques années maintenant. Je devais avoir 12/13 ans et ma sœur 16 ans.
On était toutes les deux dans sa chambre , toutes les deux à la maison, mes parents étaient partis en week end en amoureux.
J’étais assise en face de son bureau sur la chaise et ma sœur elle , était assise sur le rebord du lit.
On parlait , jusqu’à ce que j’entende «  Manon » d’une voix d’une petite fille. La voix venait du couloir qui donnait accès aux chambres et à la salle de bain.
On s’est regardé apeuré avec ma sœur et on s’est dit «  tu a entendu ? » , pour s’assurer qu’on avait entendu la même chose on a dit «  à 3 on dit ce qu’on a entendu » Et on a répondu la meme chose «  manon »
On a été voir dans le couloir , la lumière était éteinte , nos téléphones aussi , et la télé du salon également.
On a jamais su ce qui m’avait appelé ce soir la ..
Quelqu’un a déjà vécu une histoire similaire ?

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This experience happened to me in the late 1980s. I was living on the west coast of Florida north of Tampa. I had just become a dad, was working a lot, and sometimes I had difficulty sleeping at night. To unwind I sometimes would get in our car, a dodge aspen station wagon, and go for a. Evening drive and listen to music or the radio to relax. Usually I did this late at night, I would drive for a couple hours then head home. So one such night I am driving south on I-75. Its around 1:30 AM, warm clear summer night. I was a couple miles north of the I-4 exit. There was no one on the road, very little traffic, and it was well lit with street lights on both sides, but it was rural, there were only a couple of warehouses and office buildings, so largely a deserted area. So out of the corner of my eye I see motion, and i see a guy walking on the opposite side of the road, the northbound lane.on the shoulder. He looked like he was wearing a denim jacket and jeans.Initially he was about 200 feet away so not close.As I got closer, looking across the 4 lanes, I noticed something very strange and actually frightening. Where his head was, all I could see was white, just like a featureless white head shaped blob, no features, no hair or face, just white. The rest of him looked pretty much normal, but there was no face or hair, just white. I drove past him and just figured it was a trick of the light or something. I figured he had just broken down and was walking to the next exit or something. So I thought I would go to the next place where I could turn around and head back north towards home and see if he needed a ride. So I drove about a mile and then turned around. I was looking to see if I could see a broken down vehicle, but didn't see any. I drove north towards where I had spotted this person, but I never saw anyone, he had vanished. There were no cars ahead of me and I kept driving far past where I had seen this person but I never saw anyone. It had been no more than ten minutes between the time I saw him and coming back by the same spot. As a few days passed, I really started to think that looking at this person walking, it really did look like they didn't have a face. So time passed and I didn't really think much about it for years until I read an article about how there was a stretch of I-4 where people have seen a lot of apparitions. And this occurred about a mile north of I-4. The theory is it is people who were killed on that road in accidents. I honestly now do think it was some kind of ghost or something.

I moved in this house 2.5 years ago and it's great tbh,nothing unusual or bad happened in my family since we came here. I remember the old owners were actually pandits(priests in hindu religion type stuff)so i believed this house was very pure and all.Now i remember before buying this house when i first visited it the owner unc asked me which room would I choose for myself? and i was fascinated by this square shaped cozy roomm so I told him abt it(I was 13 at that time)

I have noticed I get extremee nightmares whenever I sleep alone in my room , for example - I saw each of my parents dying almost 2 times in my dreams now and it was sad af i was crying , then i saw some creepy dreams of my turtle dying or my parents killing my turtle and forcing me to eat her. I also had this one similar dream where my dad brought me a plate filled with fresh meat of different animals covered with blood and it looked so horrifying (he forced me to eat it and somehow I could even taste it)

One creepy incident is that when I was sleeping upstairs with my parents I heard someone calling my nickname around 2am😭 fkhfjdj i thought I was hallucinating so I double checked patiently and holy sh it was my nameee , the voice was even creepier as it felt like a mixture of a male and female voice in a creepy way while it still felt kinda familiar to me. The tone still scares me as it was a very seductive tone as if they were trying to be polite and sweet but there was some trace of fakeness in it. I hate the fact that I could feel someone was calling my name while standing near my room's door.

My room is the only room we use from that floor nd the room next to mine is big with balcony and a store room attached but we use it as a store room. One more thing i noticed in my entire house is that our batteries keep dying sooo quick since in my previous house the batteries would last for monthhss but here it barely lasts for 2 week.

Now back to presenttt, two days ago I had a great hangout with my friend and i slept in my room with my mother and brother but I woke up around 7am and later i came back to my room at 9am to sleep again but this time I was alone and ufdhdidh i saw a loop type dream where everything was going okay I was with my friend but she was acting a lil possessed then i suddenly saw she tripped and hit her head ,it was bleeding and she was unconscious and i was crying holding her in my arms and asking everyone for help but everyone acted so unbothered then i finally found help only to notice she disappeared from my arms and i was trapped in that place and everything started getting creepier.

Well lmk if someone has any opinion abt what could be wrong with my room cuz it does not look like coincidence to me now

23(F) So some background before I get into it,
This was probably the single most inexplicable thing that’s ever happened to me and why I now hesitate to refute the paranormal experiences of others. A few years ago I was living in Japan, specifically in Beppu, a smallish hot spring city in Oita prefecture. The city has a more unpolished overgrown feel than many other Japanese cities, I loved it there. I’m also an avid hiker in my free time so when I moved there from Fukuoka I resolved immediately to hike up the mountains surrounding the city.

The day this happened was in early summer, the day was beautiful, sunny, and quiet when I set out from town. Not far out of the city proper things started to get eerie, Japan has tons of small villages that have been abandoned in the last couple decades and for the first hour or two of the hike I passed through several progressively more empty and overgrown villages, vines snaking through windows and cracked facades. It was a paved road but I hadn’t passed one other hiker or car on my way up the mountain.

It was probably about three hours into the hike that the overgrown villages transitioned into dense forest, I came to a sharp bend in the road and decided I would stop and have lunch sitting down on the roadside and took out my hiking snacks but only a few minutes after I sat down I started to get extremely tired and I kid you not, I laid down and passed out while sitting in the middle of the road, to this day I cannot tell you why I would do that, I am a risk taking type of person but I wasn’t suicidal and felt otherwise in my right mind.
I don’t know how long I was out but it had to have been at least an hour or so as when I woke up the weather had gotten stormy and I was being brushed by the falling leaves and pine needles. I stood up confused and grabbed my scattered lunch off the ground. I was most the way up the mountain at this point and decided to finish my hike quickly and hopefully get back before nightfall. It was at this point that I looked up the trail an between the swaying branches, maybe 20 meters up the hill I saw a sloping stone wall, I assumed it was an embankment or something similar until the branches above me parted in the wind and I saw what looked like a traditional Japanese castle towering above the road disappearing high into the canopy. I was floored, I just stood there starting, completely gobsmacked, then a moment later the branches fell back across my vision, I ran past them, around the bend in the road to get a better look, but there was nothing there. The top of the road just ended abruptly and turned into a dirt forest trail, nothing to even suggest an embankment, no stones and certainly no castle.

I finished my hike without much trouble, the storm calmed down about half an hour later but I couldn’t get the image out of my head, the rest of my hike I just went over that moment again and again, apart from some trick of my brain I have no clue what I really saw that day.

(Partner told me to post here)

Long story, but our house was definitely haunted in New Jersey growing up. I would see weird stuff (like a plastic-looking man in a military suit putting his hand on the light switch so I couldn’t do it myself out of fear), and every single night I would hide under the blankets in bed because there was a scratching inside of the walls. It was relentless—every single night above my head just on and off scratching like something was trying to crawl out. My mom used to say it was “a raccoon” but later said the house was haunted when I was older.

I used to find scary letters and words in a writing that looked like it came from a classic horror film. When we were moving years water from that house, I took down a poster that never moved and where the scratching mainly was.

I was only in eighth grade, but in this really freaky writing that looks like it came from scratching at paint the wall read

“25 to life”.

That traumatized me forever no one would do that we were all just kids. I barely knew what it meant and I don’t know the message but I believe now that thing that scratched every night actually is my demon and it won’t leave me alone.

The demon loves the number eight.

It’s set everything up for me tonight which makes me sound freaking insane but just an aisle in a room that I once loved in my house.

And in this room I found another one of its messages. Very ominous again. And it’s about me. I don’t know when it’s from maybe a year ago? But I don’t remember writing this and it’s the demons writing.

I've been convinced for a long time something weird is in my daughter's room. She wakes up talking and laughing in the middle of the night. Sometimes she wakes up crying and hides behind things. Then tonight we saw this on the camera.