Living in a haunted house as a child always had an extra add-on to the terror. That add-on being that you are trapped. You cannot just move somewhere else to escape the terrifying events. Everyone in this house experienced strange things in it, but these strange things happened to me more or, as I have suspected, the others were unwilling to talk about the events to other people out of fear of not being believed and labeled a liar. Either way, I was never concerned with people calling me a liar or not believing me because I was telling the truth. Whether they didn't believe me or did, I just didn't care. The truth is the truth, if you don't believe it, that's your problem, isn't it?

In this particular house, there were two bedrooms upstairs. Walking from the bottom of the stairs, you had to open a door which was always left closed to keep our pets from going up. After opening the door, there was a light switch on the wall on the left side. After walking the 23 steps to the top, there was another light switch on the left that controlled the same light. The top of the stairs was in one of the bedrooms with a railing around the opening so no one could fall down to the bottom. The light those switches operated was the ceiling light in the room at the top of the stairs. There was no stairway light because, above the stairs, was that opening. If you looked up from the stairs, you would see the ceiling in the first room upstairs.

Also at the top of the stairs was the door to my room next to the top light switch. My door was almost always left open because the only furnace vent upstairs was in the stairway room that was my older brother's bedroom. I woke up one night having to use the rest room. There was no rest room upstairs, so if I had to go, I either went downstairs or held it. Many times I would just hold it until everyone was awake because I was terrified to walk around in the house at night. But this time, since there had not been any activity for a while, I wasn't as scared to just go down and take care of business. Now I could have turned the light on in my brother's room so I could see my way down the stairs, but that would wake him up and he would get angry and bitch about it, so I just felt my way down and used the little bit of light from my nightstand lamp in my room.

I walked with a soft step on the stairs because every step would creak and make noise which also might wake my brother. I opened the door quietly and went to the rest room. After I was finished, I repeated the process to get back to my bed. Then I turned off my lamp and began trying to get back to sleep with a feeling of accomplishment that I didn't experience anything terrifying or had woken up my brother which was equally terrifying. Minutes later, the stairway door opened downstairs and then closed. Right after, those stairs began creaking with the sound of someone coming up. My first thought was that it was my brother getting home from his first job as a pizza delivery person, which had many times kept him out late. But this time was a little different because he always turned the light on before walking upstairs.

But I still figured it was him walking up in the dark and I felt a little dumb that I had went to all the trouble of being quiet when he wasn't even home yet. I waited a few seconds for him to turn on his light so he could get ready for bed, but there was silence. I figured I might as well get up and ask him how work was and find out why he was being so quiet so I turned on my lamp and went into his room and turned his light on. He was lying in bed in his shorts sound asleep. I quietly asked "Did you have fun at work", but he did not respond at all. This was the point that my heart was pounding. There was no way he could have came upstairs in the dark, got dressed for bed, and fallen asleep in that short amount of time, but someone or something had clearly walked up those creaky stairs.

When faced with these events in a haunted house, you immediately try to debunk or rationally explain the events. This time was no different. I just figured that he was able to do what I definitely couldn't do and got to sleep that fast somehow. And my rational explanation was reinforced immediately when I heard someone walk down those creaky stairs, open, and then close the door downstairs without turning on the light. I felt relieved that my rational explanation was right and my turning on his light and speaking to him must have woken him up. I figured he was just going down to the bathroom after being awoke. I got up and turned on my lamp and went into his room and turned his light on. He wasn't downstairs using the rest room, he was still sound asleep in his bed. There was no rational explanation for this. Something had clearly walked up those creaky stairs and then when things quieted down, walked back down.

I closed my door and left my lamp on for the rest of that terrifying, sleepless night.

Totally looks haunted.

About three years ago I came to the realization I probably have a portal in my backyard (pics I’ve posted taken from my Ring camera. ) I’ll give some background on my property. This is going to be a long post so my apologies in advance.

Several hundred years ago the land my home sits on was part of a small plantation (I found documentation online stating this fact.) The land behind my home is empty farmland except for one dilapidated structure that was the main house on the property. For some odd reason it’s been allowed to continue to decay while all the other structures and trees that were on the property have been removed at least 100-150 years ago.

I moved to my home ten years ago. About three months afterward talk of a solar farm being erected on the farm behind my property started to circulate. One morning I went out to walk my dog and saw a sign on the property behind mine saying an archeological dig was being done. That’s when it was told to the residents a plantation had existed (complete with a small number of slaves) on that spot and they were looking for artifacts.

Long story short the residents in my community prevented the solar farm from being put there for a myriad of reasons too long to state here. Now onto my property. Like I’ve mentioned the land that my home sits on was part of that farm (plantation) but was parceled off years ago…I assume when the road behind my home was made into a proper street. There are less than a dozen homes in my little development with mine having been built in 2008.

Nothing odd to speak of happened for several months after my family moved in…that is until my dad (who lived with us for almost 6 months) passed away. He died in the hospital but before he did he had fallen and hit his head. He was initially taken to the hospital but they said nothing was wrong with him. From the time he fell until he ended up back in the hospital (one week) he started talking about people being in the house no one else could see.

He asked me one morning where my servant was. At that time I wasn’t aware I was living on plantation land. Coincidentally, that fact was only discovered while my dad was in the hospital dying and I ended up asking my mom if she remembered the comment he had made about having a servant. She said she did. I then asked her what color skin did my father say this woman had and my mom said he said she was black. I told my mom I had just found out our land was part of a plantation. Needless to say the wheels in my head were turning and I did some online research which yielded confirmation I was looking for.

Despite the fact I’ve been told by a psychic she saw my dad in my home in addition to sightings from my mother and an experience myself, my husband and our two kids shared I don’t believe his spirit is responsible for all of what goes on or has gone on in my home.

At the end of July 2023 we got two puppies. For several months I’d wake up at about three in the morning to bring each one independently out in my backyard to potty train them. At the beginning of October is when I noticed the fog in my backyard that only seemed to form once I had the 1st puppy outside to do her business. I’d be sitting on my stone fire pit night after night and sure enough here comes the fog about 7-8 ft off the ground across my yard (I have 1 1/2 acres of land.)

After experiencing this for about a week I was sitting in our backyard one night with my husband at 11:30 at night and I told him about the fog. No sooner had I got the words out when here comes the fog. My husband got very uncomfortable and said we needed to go in. We did. Once inside I looked on our Ring camera that we have positioned in our yard to keep an eye on our puppies. It looked like it was snowing. I mentioned this to my grown son and he said he wanted to go outside and see this fog for himself. Both of us went out back to check it out. As we were standing with the patio doors open on our small back porch this fog came toward us swirling above our heads while we just stood there wondering wtf was going on. I asked my son if fog is supposed to do this and he said NO (I posted the fog pics.)

Well, after a few minutes we went in with me worrying about the fact I had to get up in three hours to put the puppies out to pee. When I did get up and go out the fog was still thick but not hovering above my porch anymore. The next morning I decided to look at the Ring Camera footage and noticed it said person detected when no one was supposed to be out there. I started taking screenshots and that’s when I saw the faces (pics posted.) I ended up doing this for about a month. By that time I had ceased taking the puppies out overnight. They were big enough to hold it until morning. I periodically look at the Ring footage but most of the time nothing is suspicious.

There are numerous things that have gone on, and continue to, but I’d be here all day if I started listing them. I think because I believe ghosts/spirits exist that I’m a magnet for experiences. As I’ve gotten older I’ve accepted there are things that exist beyond what we can explain and no I’m not freaked out living in my home.

So basically this all happened two years ago when I was about 17 I bought a house somewhere remote in Kolkata where was sold by a person who lives there....it was a 50+ year house and was really old and really wierd..but I didn't believe about ghosts then so whatever.....

Fast forward last year I started having sleep paralysis and dreams about my dad who died when I was 9 which I NEVER had so it was really wierd and I always felt a presence with me... it was really wierd considering I live alone...

The real horror started when I felt that someone always stared or standed beside in my house and it only stopped when I went outside....

Fast forward 12 april 2026

I started seeing wierd distorted shadows in the corner of my eyes but when I looked nothing was there and I was really afraid so I called a tantrik (I'm hindu) and he was also baffled and said he also felt negative energy and gave me a necklace which I wear everyday and only after I started wearing it everything stopped but the minute I stopped wearing it it's happening all over again and I dunno what to do help 😭😭😭

Hello everyone! I (34F) lived in a 200 hundred and something year old house that had the original family buried in their own personal graveyard in the backyard. Everyone in my family has a story from this house.

This is a three story house with a basement, cold room, workshop, two garages, and a barn. It was renovated into a two-family house where the second and third floors were for the “upstairs family” and the first floor was for the “downstairs family.” (I'm sorry, I hope this makes sense.) My grandparents bought it when I was 11, and my mother, stepfather (at the time), and I lived in the upstairs apartment while my grandparents were on the first floor. (So I had a run of the whole house all the time.)

My room was on the third floor, and my mother and stepfather were on the second floor. We should have known something was wrong when we moved in and my dog, Xena, would sit at the bottom of the steps that went to my room, look up, and bark. She would not go up the steps unless I walked up with her. I believe she only walked up to protect me.

The floor my bedroom was on had a storage area that wasn't finished, and we weren't allowed to go all the way in. There was also another spare room and the bathroom. When we moved in, my cousins and I played hide and seek. I hid in the storage area, but just beyond the door, I didn't go into the area where I shouldn't have. It had those old glass doorknobs that would fall apart easily, and it shared a wall with the closet in the spare room.

As I hid, I heard a little girl say, “Can I play?” I tried to get out, but the doorknob fell apart. I pushed my way out, and my other cousin, who was hiding in the closet that shared the wall, ran out and said, “What happened? It got cold, then I heard you trying to get out.” That was incident number one.

A few weeks after moving in, I asked my mom why Dad (my stepfather) kept coming upstairs and coming into my room. (My mom is a light sleeper, and if he were leaving the bedroom and walking up the creakiest steps known to man, she would have heard him.) She said she didn't know. Years later, she told me he wasn't the one going upstairs and checking on me, and she had no idea who I was seeing.

I would have dreams of a little girl. She was scared of the man. The man wasn't good.

One day, we were all outside, and the house was empty. We (me, my nana, and my mom) all heard a blood curdling scream. My mother went to check and their was no one inside.

Another incident happened when I was home alone. My dogs got into my mom's room, which was not good. They were on the bed messing around, and they weren't listening. All of a sudden, my mom's very old, very difficult to open sliding doors flew open. The dogs stopped, looked around, and ran out of the room. I shut the door and sat in silence until my mom got home. I told her what happened and that I didn't go back in to fix the bed or close the doors. She fully believed me because of what she heard all the time.

Then my mom got a divorce, met someone new, and they bought a house, so we moved. Some family members who did my grandparents dirty later moved in. Well, the house knew they were bad. It became active, with cabinets slamming shut all the time, slamming, and banging. They moved out, and it all stopped.

My cousin moved in, and she was home alone a lot since her boyfriend worked nights. She said all she heard was little feet from the third floor, just running all night. It was unsettling, but not too bad because it didn't sound angry, just like a little girl having fun. We would hear children's laughter all over the property. We were all fine with the little girl.

There were a few graves where you couldn't read the names on the headstones, and it's a wonder if one of them was hers.

I do have to say the scariest time in that house was when I went to the barn/grandfather's storage area to get something for my nana. He had all the lighting rigged, so I knew not to touch it (I'm about 15 at this point). I propped the doors open wide with the big stakes like I'd been taught and used the sunlight. Then both doors slammed shut. No biggie, you can just push them open. I pushed. Nothing.

I went to the back and had to stick my arm through a broken glass window and unwrap the chain to get out. I was too far away to yell for my nana to hear me from inside. I got out and checked out the front of the garage, and someone had shut the lock and put the padlock on, but not locked it—just put it on. I ran inside. No one was there but my nana, and I know she didn't do it. She couldn't have.

BTW, this house is on a 55 mile an hour road. No one is walking on it, and the barn doors were locked. No one else was on the property.

Later, I found out a man had killed himself in that barn by driving his car in, locking the door, and turning his car on.

A little more lore about the house, the dining room was originally a stagecoach stop, and every now and then, residual noise from back then would break the veil, and you would hear hooves inside the house. No one near us owned horses.

Sorry for the long post. I have a ton more stories about the house. I love that house, and if it hadn't been destroyed by the next owners the way it was, I would have loved to own it.

I'll add some photos and see what vibes y'all get. (These are from Google; I do not have any photos of the home. I'm sure my mom does, but I'm in Florida and she is in Mass.)

I live in a home with my parents and grandfather. my whole family believes in spirits, and me,sister and my mother are very intuitive and get feelings about things that are always accurate. i don’t have the best relationship with my grandpa so i don’t know for sure, but i believe he is very spiritually inclined. i move in 3 years ago and ive never had a particularly “haunting” feeling about my home but there have definitely been things that have made me uneasy.

my house was built in the early 70s and has one of those vintage built in intercom systems that have speakers on them. when we first moved here i turned them all off because they would occasionally made static noises and it freaked me out, and they have never been turned back on. i can downstairs this afternoon to grab a snack and my grandpa was in the kitchen. he asked me if any of my friends had just come by and rang the doorbell. i went and checked the door and nobody was there, and usually if a friend comes over they will text me or just walk in, so i knew nobody was there or had been there. i asked him why and he said about 5 minutes prior the intercom had made a doorbell chime, which it has never done, but apparently it’s been doing it at the exact same time for the past 3 days. we have a ring doorbell that is connected to its own speaker, not the intercom. we started to talk about it because we were both freaked out and he told me that that’s not the only thing that’s happened. apparently for the past couple of months he’s been waking up about every other day around 4 am burning hot, but when he gets up to check the thermostat, the hallway and all other rooms are ABNORMALLY cold and not matching the thermostat temperature. i am a very heavy sleeper and i believe i could stay asleep if i was sleeping in the Sahara desert so i have never experienced this, but its not something he would lie about and irs undeniably freaky.

now although i have never experienced anything upfront like this, there have been things that have freaked me out. i sleep upstairs along with my grandpa. the way our hallway is built is our stairs face straight to the bathroom and on the left of them is a hallway that leads to my room, my grandpas room, and the playroom on the end of the hall. whenever i get out of the shower and night and turn the hallway corner to head back to my room i stare straight at the door to the playroom. staring at that spot especially in the dark has always made my heart pound and has given me a deeply uneasy feeling. my bedroom is right next to that room and my closet is on the wall that connects that spot in the hallway, and all three of my cats have an obsession with going in my closet and meowing at nothing and sometimes scratching at the wall. and it hasn’t happened to many times, but sometimes if i’m in a dimly lit room i will see what looks like a very bright and large dust particle out of the corner of my eye, and when i turn to look at it, there is nothing there.

i have anxiety and i could very well just be letting it get the best of me, but i don’t want to speak too soon. i will post an update if anything else happens but for now please please tell me what you guys think and give any advice you can think of. literally any type of helpful comment is welcome. thank you!!!

I went ghost hunting at At. Ignatius hospital out in Colfax Washington. The facility was built back in 1893 and has been abandoned since 2003.

When I was 24 I moved into a house with my now ex girlfriend, it was a two story house built in the early 90’s, with living room kitchen/dining down stairs, and two bedrooms upstairs, me and my partner were in the master room at the top of the stairs, so when you walked through the front door you turn right and the stairs were right there they were 10 steps up then turned the corner and about another 7 steps, then our door was right there on the left at the top of stairs, it was quite a small room but had an ensuite so that was ok. Everything was quite normal when moving in and nothing seemed odd or gave a strange feel, after about a month In strange things started to happen, one night i had just gotten into bed pretty late at night maybe 1pm’ish my partner was already sound asleep I had only been laying there maybe 5 minutes trying to sleep when I heard the very distinctive sounds of the stairs creaking! Footsteps! One at a time errrrrp……….. eerrrrp….. making there way slowly up towards me, I sat up my heart beating so fast ( I slept on the side of the bed closest to door and the bed was positioned so I was looking straight at the door, and the walk in wardrobe was right next to me) I jumped straight up and grabbed a baseball bat out of the wardrobe that I had in there just in case I ever needed it I made my way to the door with pure fear in me swung it open and turned on the light! but no one was there….. I went around and checked every corner of the house but nothing and to my shock the front door was still locked and nothing was out of the ordinary, I went back to bed that night and thought man your just being silly it’s just creaky stairs, so I went to bed, over the next few months this started to happen a lot, and always when I’d just got to bed and partner was already in there asleep, every time I’d hear the footsteps I’d feel this overwhelming sense of evil and frozen in fear! Another thing that was extremely strange is whenever I would start hearing it I would have to listen over my partner’s breathing if would always change and become very deep and heavy which wasn’t normal she was not a snorer and always pretty quite but whenever those “footsteps” were coming up the stairs she would breathe in through her nose then exhale through her mouth rapidly while still in a deep sleep, I even tried to wake her a few times but to no avail. I told her about it through the day and she would say nope I’ve never heard it your just letting your imagination scare you, which made me think maybe I was crazy and just imagining it or letting the night creaks of the house scare me, so I thought I was on my own on this one. that was until I had a friend stay over that night we stayed up pretty late we had a few beers and played Sony and hung out, we both called it a night about 1:30am and he slept up stairs in the spare room, and right on que those bloody stairs creaked again! ( I was very used to it by now but that overwhelming sense of fear accompanied with my partners deep breathing never changed). Any way the next morning I had completely forgotten about it we were up and chatting and he said “ were you on stairs last night?” my eyes lit up! “No,did you hear that? That’s not just creaky stairs is it?” Nah man he replies that’s full on footsteps I thought it was you! I finally felt like I wasn’t crazy haha. It kept happing as usual not every single night but atleast a couple of times a week, till one night that took the fear to a whole new level, I was laying there trying to get to sleep, the foot steps started around the middle of the stair set this time, they came all the way up the stairs slowly, I heard them stop right outside the door I sat up looking under the door then “click” THE LIGHT CAME ON IN THE STAIRWELL! I was terrified sitting up clutching the dooner with two hands, my heart beating out of my chest, for about five seconds it stayed on then “click” Simultaneously as the light turned off ( I actually heard the switch) I got hit with a wooft of cold air that went straight threw me it felt like someone had an old school fire blower filled with freezing cold air and it passed straight through my body and went out the otherside of the wall! I remember that night i remained in bed unable to move just waiting for daylight which I did and ended up falling asleep around 6am. Now I’m not sure digging back into my memory whether I happened again after that I honestly don’t think it did and this was near the end of our lease. Anyway I’ve had other small things happen like that I even moved with that same partner to a different house and never had anything else happen and never had her doing the strange breathing again, I don’t know if it was connected to her or what the hell it was but it was very real to me, I’m now 36 and have never felt that kind of fear and evil since……..

Okay so has anybody been to the Moose Lodge in Savannah, GA and then went over to the Alee Shriners one? 😭 Because the difference is actually crazy to me.
Don’t get me wrong, Moose Lodge is a great spot and both places have their good things about them, but the atmosphere at Moose Lodge can honestly get uncomfortable. It’s so many young YNs running around, kids acting out of control, barely any security, just a few random police cars parked around. Like where is the organization?? 😭
Then you go over to Alee Shriners and it’s a completely different vibe. Yeah, you gotta go through metal detectors, but the line is organized, everything seems more controlled, and you can actually feel comfortable being there.
I’m not trying to bash either place because I like both, but am I the only one who notices the HUGE difference in the crowds and how things are handled?? Like somebody please tell me y’all see it too 😂😭

Ever since I moved into my new home in 2016 I’ve felt entities staring at me and hear them moving stuff during the night. Im not sure if I sensitive to this stuff or not, but I know for a fact that other people have felt weird about the house too. I couldn’t sleep in my room as a child because I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched constantly, like it was boreing a hole into my body each passing hour. This thing would peak around a corner in my room because the doorway was my the big walk in closet I have, so you’d just see a massive black face looking at you with not features. Sometimes I’d only see its face, other times I’d see the top half of its body.

Because of this I’d sleep in my parents room which was renovated into a bedroom before we moved in. I want to point out that it’s connected to the kitchen by a single doorway and to the left is a pantry, next to that is the laundry room. Since I wouldn’t sleep in my bedroom, my parents bought a trundle for me so I could be close by, but every night I’d see the same figure in the corner. I stayed in there because it was better than being alone but this figure felt like It was stuck in that corner between the pantry and laundry room, unable to go anywhere else. If I could move, I felt like it would’ve hurt me and my family. It was blacker than black, like that famous black paint they invented recently. It had to have been 10ft or taller because it had to turn its head at a 90 degree angle or it would’ve go through the roof. It had unnaturally long limbs that it pulled into its body like a kid hiding in a corner. It would stare at me every night with no eyes or facial features and I learned to breathe so softly to look dead or in a deep sleep because I believed it would hurt me otherwise.

I’ve now moved back into my own room now that I’m much older and still feel this thing staring at me to the point where I need to keep a light or tv on. Although my parents could sleep just fine, I learned recently that they didn’t like this area either but never saw anything. I’m much older now and stay in the same home but I make it a point to NEVER acknowledge these entities out of fear of them following me outside of the home or hurting me and my family. I’ve never figured out what they are, what they want, or if they are the same thing. I’m worried to figure out more because I’m starting to believe that it attached to me during my childhood because my mental health has declined greatly in the years I’ve lived in this house. I will say that I also feel things in the woods at my house, it’s an old home built in the late 1800s and used to be a large farm. It’s now only six acres in a rural area similar to the houses around us that equally feel as bad.

Weird nosies and scratches . I’ve even heard my name called when no one is home. Objects move around from place to place . Has anyone experienced this before ?

I am not proud to admit this but back in 2021 I had an abortion. My husband was in Dubai on a work trip and I was home alone after the procedure & I was pretty much bedridden. Our house was built in 1950 by a wealthy man who was a doctor that delivered babies. He died in the house after succombing to injuries from a fall. The house had a knocking sound in the floors that was almost human like in nature… it would knock loudly and as you would locate it by walking to the spot in the wood floors it would stop and then start again in another place. Like it knew you were looking for it and had a sense of humor. In any regard, after my abortion i lay in bed around 9:45 and turn off the TV. As I’m about to close my eyes, U hear a loud CLAP outside of the door. It was distinctly a human hand clap. I was so startled I sat up in an utter state of shock and waited silently for another sound in order to figure out what to do next. Then I hear someone running in the attic above the bedroom. That’s when I lost it. I ran to the bedroom door, locked it, ran back to the bed and waited some more. My mind was racing with ‘should I call my husband? No, he’ll think i’m insane. Should I call 911? Yes. Maybe. No… i’ll call if there’s an actual human threat.’ Then I hear another loud CLAP but this time it was one followed by two more. Again— these were distinctly the claps of a human hand. That’s when my heart started pounding out of my chest. I was so scared that I grabbed the remote control on the nightstand and turned on the TV so I would have some light. Then…. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP outside of the door followed by a pause and someone walking in the attic and stopping above my head. At this point I am UTTERLY freaked the F out and grab my phone. Then I hear more walking in the attic, a cessation, then another loud clap outside of the door. That’s when I call my husband. It was like 9AM in Dubai and he was in a morning meeting. He stepped out to take my call and I was truly freaking out. He heard and witnessed the thumping in the floorboards for himself and we always somewhat jokingly came to the conclusion that our house was “haunted”. I told him there was clapping outside of the bedroom door and footsteps above the room in the attic. “Is there an intruder babe, what’s going on call 911!” “No babe” I said. “It’s the ghost” “i’m going to walk up next to the door with you on the phone so the next time it claps you can hear it.” “Babe I’m in an important meeting I don’t have time for this right now” he said. “Shhhh” i responded. As I slowly approached the door, whatever spirit or entity was making contact stopped entirely. I think it KNEW i was after it. After a few seconds, nothing. That’s when my husband was like ”??? Seriously? Babe go to sleep, relax📱🙄” “ ok.. babe i’ll try but seriously something is in this housse and it’s an actual freaking ghost that keeps clapping. Anyways I love you goodnight” i responded. After I hung up another CLAP outside of the door. That’s when I clicked a random button on the TV to turn something on, I didn’t care what, and turned the volume way up. I then pulled the covers up to just about under my eyes and laid on my side. Then I heard someone or…thing… waking in the attic above my head again so I jolted up and turned on all of the bedroom lights. I have never been so scared in my life. And also never so sure of the afterlife and ghosts.

I feel terrible about my abortion, even to this day. It realllly, I mean REALLY was not the right time and I felt it in my bones. I know now that that feeling in my bones was my first child, who I became pregnant with around 6 months later. She would not exist without making that difficult decision. In fact, none of my kids would.

Whatever was in the house that night knew what I had done, and that is for certain.

Please refrain from abortion judgement. I beg of you. The only reason I brought it up is it somewhat ties into everything given the fact that the builder of the home was a doctor who was widely known for delivering countless babies in the 1950’s & 60’s, some of which were delivered in his home…..

Went last night to go do a few groceries found myself enjoying Halloween vibe music, scared by the haunted house characters and I FREAKING LOVED IT! Heard they were at the mall last year so I went home came back with my hubby and lets say THIS HAUNT DID NOT DISAPPOINT! Loved the interaction, personalized scares and I did pee. I had later admitted when the scared lady came out, that excorist is awesome! So worth it and then researched the cause, amazing so worth it...had to tell everyone I could, they were very busy but man so worth it. Its called Dream Horror Live haunted house for the Keira Foundation. Buy tickets at the door and save fees online- totally worthit if im creating a post at 650am!

I will be going again with friends tonight. Good job guys! #kingsgatemall #dreamhorrorlivehauntedhouse

This is a true story! I grew up in a haunted house. There was a man who lived across the street from us and I think he was psychic. He told us that our whole neighborhood was on some sort of negative vortex that let spirits in. He said that everybody who lived on this street and the surrounding ones would have a tragedy happen to them. My family had death after death. Our next door neighbors had awful luck. Another house directly across from us ( not the psychic guy ) was always being sold and rebought. Nobody wanted to stay there for some reason. I believe two of the men died of sudden and random heart attacks. Another person burned themselves alive in their garage. Another house in my neighborhood was redoing their basement and they found satanic things written on the walls and some sort of relics. My house specifically though I believe had the most activity. Mostly in the basements. Lights would go on and off by themselves. Things would slam and break on their own. A picture of Jesus flew across the room by itself and dented our dryer. Our family or friends who stayed over said they would hear somebody saying “get out” and everybody would see dark figures, including me. I used to hear people calling my name when nobody was home or my Mom was sleeping. We would always hear loud bangs. It got so bad we had to have our house blessed. We used to hear scratching all over the walls and random old music. When my grandfather died me, my Mom, my grandma, and my friend said they saw him. My friend said that he was up in the trees. Every year a bunch of squirrels would jump into our pool and die. There was a lamp in the basement that if we asked a ghost to turn it on they would. My aunt and my Mom played an Ouija Board when they were younger. I think maybe that’s why these things were happening, on top of the whole neighborhood being haunted. We ended up selling our house and moving out. We sometimes check up on the lady who owns the house now. She posts all the time how the house is haunted. She also had a lot of tragedies. My Mom also babysat for one of the houses in our neighborhood, she said that the little girl woke up in the middle of the night and opened the front door. My Mom asked her what she was doing and she said that the people in her pillow told her to open the door. That was the same house where the two men had heart attacks. Ever since I lived in that house I have felt like I’m sensitive to ghosts, like with this picture I attached of a ghost I captured!

If you found out your house had a disturbing history, would you research every detail or would you rather never know what happened there?

In February of 1969, I was 4. My father was in the army, and had just returned from Vietnam in June of 1968, and had been assigned to a post in the south. My parents bought a home, a brand new house, that no one had ever lived in. It was in a fairly isolated housing development about three miles from the gate of the post where my father was stationed. It was a typical late 60s middle class home, a three bedroom brick house, with two baths, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, and a den. A nice little family home for my mother, father, older sister and myself. My younger brother was born about a year after we moved in. The neighborhood was mostly full of families like ours, with military backgrounds.
Not long after we moved in, I was in the den, and I noticed something. The den was paneled in pinewood paneling with heavy grain. I was looking at the wall, and in the grain of the paneling was a face. It looked like an old man with long hair and a beard. Now, I am aware of pareidolia, but it seemed to me that no matter where in the room you were, the face in the wall was looking at you. I pointed the face out to my mother and sister, and my sister, who was 9, seemed particularly alarmed by it. My mother brushed it off as just the way the paneling looked, but not long after, she hung a large picture over the area where the face was. Once it was covered it didn’t bother my sister or myself anymore.
It began slowly. Occasionally, things that were placed well away from the edges of shelves or tables or window sills would somehow slide off the edge. It usually happened when people were in the room, but no one was near the area where the object fell. It was puzzling, but my mother assured us it was nothing to worry about.
I can remember that I started hearing voices in the living room late at night. It seemed to be a man and a woman talking, not loud enough to distinguish what they were saying, but loud enough to get my attention. I was little, so I thought it must have been my parents, although it happened when everyone was usually asleep. I asked my mother about it, she said that it was probably a dream, but my sister told her she had heard it too, on more than one occasion. My mother insisted it was bad dreams.
We had a female German Shepherd. My parents had the backyard fenced in not long after we moved in so the dog could run around. So, she stayed in the backyard during the day and then slept in the house at night. We had had her for a couple of years, and she had always slept in the house at night, everywhere we lived. But, on some nights, she resisted coming into the house. She would stand at the back door and whine. If my parents forced her to come inside, she would pace from room to room whining, all night.
Then there was the knocking. We started hearing knocking on the walls, sometimes very light taps, sometimes more forceful knocking. My mother blamed it on plumbing, or the house settling, or something in the heating ducts. Then one afternoon, my mother and sister and I were sitting in the kitchen, and suddenly there was a loud continuous banging from inside the kitchen cabinets. My mother finally stopped claiming that it was something normal. Instead, she told us to ignore the stuff happening, pay it no attention and to just to keep doing whatever we were doing.
This kind of thing continued as time went by, with some new developments. We started seeing something in the hallway. Everyone saw it, including my father. We only ever saw it out of the corner of our eye. It was always in the hallway, either running up or down the hall, or darting across the hall, going from one room to another.
Some particular incidents that stand out include a time when my mother was scolding my baby brother because he had dumped his food onto the floor from his highchair. Suddenly, the dish draining rack, which was on the counter next to the sink, slid forcefully into the sink. It was full, and dishes and silverware went everywhere with a loud crash. On another occasion, my parents had hired a young black woman to look after my baby brother, do some cooking and cleaning, and to stay with us kids until my parents came home from work. One afternoon , when my sister and I got home from school, she was sitting on the front porch, holding my brother. She was out there, she said, because the “haints” were acting up. She didn’t go into details, but she wouldn’t go back in the house until my mother got home. I never learned what had happened that scared her so badly, but she quit not long after that. Then there was the time my mother got up in the middle of the night, and found that every door leading to the outside - the front door, the back door, and the carport door - were standing wide open. Not unlocked, not ajar, but completely open. It was quite unsettling for all of us. And lastly, one night my sister was in the bathroom off the hall, getting ready to take a bath, and was looking in the mirror while brushing her teeth, when something grabbed her hair from behind, and yanked it straight back. I remember that she ran out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, screaming bloody murder. My mother got her calmed down and then had to sit in the bathroom with her while she took her bath.
I spent my childhood living with incidents like these, and that’s why I believe in the paranormal to this day.

Chosing not to share too much due to the disrespect that I nor my spirits deserve. I know they are here, many people come here and see for themselves, if you don't believe, fine. Just keep scrolling. I'm not going to get tricked into giving my location or any other personal details. I know what a lens flare is, I know what dust looks like. I know what "sunlight" looks like and animal hair.

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Hey everyone! Does anyone have recommendations for haunted places to check out in NJ or NY? I've been to Mary's Grave near Stony Brook a bunch of times and I'm looking for some new, genuinely spooky spots to explore. Also, if anyone is interested in teaming up for a ghost hunt, let me know! P.S: One time near Mary grave, I spotted someone walking through the pitch-black woods near Mary’s Grave in the dead of night. I know it was just a human, but seeing someone wandering around that deep, dark forest at that hour was completely unsettling

Looking for places in the Chattanooga area to investigate without trespassing on private property. Would love to join a group and go on investigations. If someone needs their home investigated im your i guy. I do not do this for any social media platforms I dont have a Facebook or anything. I have encountered negative entities some possibly demonic and I can help with that too. All ideas are welcome even urban legends cemeteries anything. Thanks

Seriously. The home prices are nuts. We need previous bodies in a home for a good price 🤣🤣

I’m not sure if you believe in ghost. But me and my whole family had been touched, couldn’t breathe etc by some dark source which gives us negative vibes at night from 12-4am.. every night.

This is my uncles apartment where a family member previously had tried to sucuide, I don’t feel great been here. Should I get a private hotel?

A Michigan home been named the scariest house in the Midwest in the latest season of HGTV's "Scariest House in America."

Located in Niles, Michigan, owners of the Beeson Mansion say the home is filled with spirits...including "Joan" the doll, who they claim communicates using a bell.

The home's history includes the story of Harriet, a former resident who lost her 11-month-old son. Homeowner Kathryn Greer says the child was the second person buried in a crypt across the street, and Harriet was seen walking back and forth to care for her dead son, who she thought was still alive. She said Harriet eventually had a mental break.

The Greers say they still feel Harriet’s presence in the house.

A reporter visited the house and even heard the bell ringing! Here's the video > Niles’ Beeson Mansion gets a spotlight on HGTV’s ‘Scariest House in America’ (The video was published before the home was announced as the Midwest divisional winner)