On a family vacation to Fort Point I had noticed a lot of weird things. I’ve always been able to see things and dream visions and stuff. The whole place had a strange vibe to it but I expected as much since it’s a very old site and had lots of history. However, in some rooms, I would sense things. One point I saw what seemed to be a blur of a figure walking around me as if curious or wary. I tried speaking to it in English but then remembered the place had history of Spanish soldiers so I spoke in Spanish (along with the few bits of Latin I knew just in case) and it stopped moving and was in front of me. The energy it gave off was at first wary and then it grew calmer. It seemed to trust me. I took a video of the incident and in the video I hear sounds from what sounds like a small stone falling but I was alone in that room, I made sure of it to avoid any possible interruptions or wrong assumptions. There was a part in the site where it was pitch black so I also took a video on my phone since I could edit it to brighten the screen. It was very dark, I had to watch my step wherever I walked. In the video I had tripped for a second on a stone plate that wasn’t placed right (maybe moved or damaged by tourists) and in the video I saw what appeared to be a dark shadow in the corner that after the point where I fell, it disappeared. Sure it may be just some random pillar or a play in light but I had looked at the whole video, slowed it down and brightened it and something with bad energy was there that later disappeared.

A dark figure, moves extremely fast, prowls the outskirts of the city at night usually in residential areas, it has the ability to make lights flicker/turn off at will, it makes screeching noises, sometimes sounding like an old train stopping, this creature is a stalker it doesn't want to be seen and cannot be photographed

Ever since I was a child I had been both blessed and cursed with dreams and visions. Sometimes they were of liminal spaces that I can remember to this day, other times they were messages or warning. Sometimes more disturbing than others. I would have dreams of for example: -walking around a city at night with these creatures that looked like dolls but had x marks in their eyes and mouth and they just stayed there, tilting their head and staring -(I was around 4-5 at the time)at one point I had a very disturbing dream of watching my mother getting hit and throw across the street by a car. It deeply affected me and is one of the reasons I have a deep fear of car crashes or even seeing a car that resembled the one in the dream. I mean, imagine being a child who’s basically a toddler and watching your mother get hit by a car, bleeding out in the street, and saying her last words to you while you’re bawling your eyes out. So far my mother is alive but ever since I told her about that dream she’s always been more careful in the road. -there was a girl that always appeared in my dreams since I was maybe 6 or 7. She had dark hair, pale face, and eyes that could get from just normal red to like demon red. She would appear at random moments in a dream and maybe disappear for like half a year and then come back and then disappear and so on. In the dreams she was always taunting, chasing, and scaring me. The last time I saw her was during a sleep paralysis dream that led to a very realistic dream. She was in the hallway of my room and the moment she opened the door and looked at me, the whole room started warping and turning a dark tint of red. I remember her smile. And how her hands wrapped around my neck and how she whispered “…shhh……no one needs to hear you scream…” or something like that. She then took me some place that looked like some old stone school or something. I remember a huge library and then I managed to escape through some gates and then sun came out and it started raining. It seemed the rain hurt her because she stopped chasing me. I remember one specific line that she said before the dream ended “….youve grown up…….that wasn’t supposed to happen…” I haven’t seen her since. I’ve been in places similar to that one in the dream but I haven’t seen her again. Could she have been a demon trying to steal my soul? Around that time I had gotten more connected to my religion so possibly.

I was getting surgery and when I woke up, I saw myself laying in the hospital bed. I was watching from above, and the Colors were distorted, all white and blue grey instead of black. It was like I was underwater, and I felt a dull ache. I saw myself on the bed open my eyes. When I did, my vision returned to Colors and the pov was back to my body. I later learned that the doctors had used not enough anesthesia, and that they had to pause the procedure to redo it.

i was on a dart train, or at least trying to get on one. in all honesty the above ground station was fairly quiet despite having a decent group of people. a train came and passed, and the station around me emptied out to about a pinch's worth of people. id busied myself with trying to catch a quick bit of rest while i waited as my phone was totally drained from scrolling on rednote. it didnt help that my phone has a shit battery as well, so it was already probably dead in my pocket. my train came and everything was uneventful leading up to before i got in the train really. my ride wasnt from too far of a place and it would only take maybe half of an hour due to the mindfucking speed these dart trains go. but after about a good twenty minutes i swore had passed, it looked as if the train was nowhere near the city i was approaching. i, a fool, had not brought a charger with me and scouted everywhere around me to see if someone had left their accidentally. no, to my shit luck. i swear up and down that surely at least 20 minutes had passed, and i was certainly positive that i was nearing the end of the ride, so i counted down 5 minutes to the best of my ability. as boring as it is to have to repeat mississippi in your head over and over and over again, this was freaking me out. the dart train was REALLY calm, nothing but a guy slumped over on the far end of the train if i looked to my left, and what looked like a mess of chips on the seat to my left and down four chairs. i usually tend to get all up in my head when i feel nervous, so i tried to calm myself down by leaning my head back and thinking of something i dont really remember. i do remember falling asleep on the train though, as my head had been throbbing all morning and id pulled an all nighter. i woke up on my own volition and came to my senses pretty quickly, thinking id missed my leave. im a light sleeper, so if the train stopped i would've been startled and woke up, nut no. i couldve sworn id slept for an hour or two, i felt really well rested and there was a cramp in my calf that probably meant i'd been here for a while. ive taken this bus route many times before so im pretty familiar with how the outside looks when approaching, and i was sure that i had checked the route before my phone died and seen that i was taking the sole route i had been taking. when i tell you i nearly shit my pants at the realization that i wasnt even near the halfway mark im not kidding. theres usually a spot i notice right around the time its the middle of my trip -- it wasnt there, nor anything after it. i seriously dont know how long i spent on that train, and the guy that was slumped over in the far back of the train just wasn tthere anymore. that freaked me out even more, im not a schizoid and i swear i could make out the shape of a hunched over guy in that corner despite not wearing my glasses that day. everything after waking up seemed to pass really fast, i'd taken a look at the floor and then looked around in confusion once i had seen that the man wasnt actually there, and then the train started slowing to a halt. i didnt notice ANY of the features i'd normally see when nearing the little dropoff place, and certainly know they hadnt done any overnight renovations as i had taken the train on friday too, and there just wasnt that much time for all that change. yea so anyways i'll try and find a less liminal train route for the future

I had a nice day with some new friends, it was already pretty magical when a guy came by that knew one of them and told us about the Aboriginal concept of the dream time and that the whole world only exists within the dream of an Ant. Later we walked back and suddenly I saw the image of an enourmous ant flashing through the cracks of what I considered reality. "MONSTER ANT" screamed my friend who had seen her as well: "She saw us and veered in the last moment!"

Enquanto indo em direção a Grussaí de noite com minha mãe e irmã no carro, todos nós 3 vizualizamos um menino num balanço de pneu, porém ele estava sentado de uma forma impossível no pneu, sua cabeça estava por dentro do pneu, como se estivesse degolado com a cabeça em cima do pneu e o corpo dentro. Foi algo que todos nós 3 vimos, bem claramente

Atualmente, em 2025, moro no entorno do DF, mas, quando essa história aconteceu, eu morava em uma cidade do Maranhão chamada Balsas. Eu era bem pequeno, tinha entre 6 e 7 anos de idade. Tudo estava normal. Lembro-me de dormir em um colchão no chão, ao lado da cama da minha mãe. De repente, acordei de madrugada, sem motivo aparente. Quando olhei para a porta do quarto, que estava aberta, vi um homem alto, completamente negro, como uma sombra em forma humanoide, porém muito alto. Por algum motivo, não senti medo. Caminhei devagar, sem fazer barulho, até a porta. Esse ser entrou no banheiro e simplesmente desapareceu. No dia seguinte, ao acordar, fui direto ao banheiro. Ao entrar, vi na parede à minha frente uma mancha ou marca no formato exato daquele ser. Atualmente, tenho 19 anos e relatei essa história para minha mãe. Foi então que ela me contou que, nessa casa em que morávamos, um homem havia morrido lá dentro.

I was coming back to school after lunch for the afternoon art class, I was with a friend, A. We took the elevator instead of taking the stairs since no one was using it (the school was mostly empty). The elevator has the peculiarity of having 4 buttons, ground floor, floor 1, floor 2 and floor 3 despite there being only 3 floors total, counting the ground floor. So for a laugh, I pressed the button that supposedly takes you to the non existent floor 3 and, of course, nothing happened. So I pressed floor 2 to go to the art class and thought nothing of it. However, right as we exited the elevator, my friend A said she felt weird and bubbly, sorta derealization like, like she was floating and she saw herself in third person, and I felt a little dizzy too. She's had a lot of mental issues so I thought it was weird, but like, not out of the world. Then, later, as we're drawing, she goes like in the movies: "Did you hear that?" (in italian of course, we're both italian) and I'm like ?????? and she says she heard a voice talk to her, I can't remember what she said she heard, but it was something creepy about possessions or something, I think, though I might be remembering wrong about this. She said it was coming from an empty chair to the side. Useless to say, we took the stairs all the other times. Another thing worth mentioning, is that I ALWAYS feel a little dizzy when I use that elevator and get down. Other people I've used it with don't , but to me it's always without exception. I've taken it a bunch of times throughout the years and I've never heard anything weird though. My friend is more prone to the paranormal than me, she has a lot of stories like this (though she is a little crazy (if you read this, ti voglio bene è con affetto <3) she's always been. So that's kind of it. Rock n roll forever, peace :)

We were on a trip to Edmonton and we were passing a place called “the enchanted forest” and a while after we had passed it there was a marsh and in the marsh beside a river there were a few dead looking trees. My first thought was “that’s completely normal” but as we got closer I noticed that it looked sharp, and there were spikes coming of it tones of them. The odd part was they would go straight out then straight up oddest tree I had ever seen. Honestly I thought there had horrible diseases , so wanting to know what disease they had I looked at tones of different trees with all different sorts of diseases but non looked like it. It started to bother me honestly it scared me that I could not figure out what kind of tree they were or anything and I still don’t know.

Me and my mom had decided one night that we would go stargazing because it was the perfect night for it so we went outside and we watched the stars for a while and it seemed normal until, I saw and odd rectangle shaped light from near the Draco constellation, what was odd was how it came into view. It was a dim light from far away I assumed it was a satellite or something but in a quick flash it got really big and really bright then disappeared. I had asked my mom if she had saw it but she didn’t. A little later still near the same place she told me she had just seen a very similar thing to what I had seen so thinking it was some satellite turning into the sun’s rays, we went on the “Night Sky” app to see if there was any from of satellite or even the national space Station. But it wasn’t there was nothing shown at all just black space. So that had us both a little freaked out but we decided to see if we could see it at the same time. We waited what seemed like forever we were both tired so we started to leave and there it was the light. just like it had it went bright, then dim, then gone. After that we walked a little quicker than usual to get home.

I'm a high school student, it was probably about third period. For context, some of our classes are in the middle school, specifically Drama. So I'm walking towards the High school, and I'm headed to the cafeteria doors, because otherwise I'd have to walk all the way around. One kid barrels through the door, and another kid behind me is also running, and they run headfirst into each other. They both quickly get over it and continue going. What was odd? Neither of them acknowledged what just happened. And they looked identical. Now obviously I started looking to see if we had any twins in our school, but I didn't find any. At least not that looked like those two. I tried to figure out who this kid was, but I never saw him again. Either of them. It felt weird, and for the rest of the month I just decided to ignore it.

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So uh, this is a bit of a two for one. January 29th. The first experience I had was the lights above the dining room table went dim and then after 5 seconds suddenly went back to normal, as if someone had slid the slider for the lights down and then back up to where I had it. Only thing is that I was the only person up as it was 3 am. It couldn't have been a power surge as nothing else powered by electricity has been affected, and the bulbs couldn't have been bad as they didn't flicker like they would if they were. I am almost certain some sort of ghost with the ability to interact with corporeal objects was behind this. February 15th. The second experience was more recent. I was in bed in my room scrolling apps and watching youtube videos instead of sleeping, when suddenly I felt a gentle breeze blowing directly into my face. All my windows were shut, and my door was closed. This breeze should not have been possible, so I looked up what the significance of an impossible breeze could be but found nothing. Although these experiences were weeks apart I still feel as though they may be connected somehow.

Walking to work, I found a trail of full loaves of bread, unsliced, not in a packet, all along the way. There was a variety of loaves, and they were spread at around 50ft intervals. Some were on the kerb near the road, some were in the road, some were placed on garden walls. All were intact.

I am an amateur astronomer and have had multiple experiences seeing strange things in the sky. For both of the following experiences I was stargazing at around 10pm in mid-January. On the first night the skies were mostly clear with some low, fast moving clouds. There was no moon. I live near the SeaTac flight paths and multiple military bases, so I've learned how to differentiate stars and satellites from aircraft. In the sky to the southwest but over the peninsula, I saw what I initially thought was a plane due to its somewhat low altitude (2000ft or so) and the light it shone on some low clouds. I looked away to find a satellite, but when I looked back seconds later the object had not moved. There were no indicators that the object was a civilian or military aircraft, but clouds were illuminated as they passed it. It was hard to get an exact idea of distance from my vantage, but as I watched, the light turned and the object moved maybe 1000ft south in a straight line before stopping. Clouds continued to pass by, and I saw the light was directional like a headlight. The light moved as if the object was looking around, but the movements were not uniform in terms of which direction it looked, the interval between direction changes, nor how long it held in any position. It was like a person with a flashlight was looking around at clouds. After a few minutes, the object turned northeast toward me, and moved a longer distance before stopping again. I called my partner over to look with me, and we both watched this object for 10-15 minutes. The object continued this type of behavior during that time. While it was pointing its light away from us, a larger, denser cloud passed between us and blocked our view. When the cloud passed the object was gone. The light hadn't gone out, the object was fully gone. It did not return or show up anywhere in our field of vision for the next 10-15 minutes we watched for it, so we left. I have not seen activity like this object since. The second sighting was about two weeks later, but was markedly different. The skies were completely clear, with little to no wind. Jupiter was high in the sky WSW of my position, the Pleiades were near to it. I was looking at the sky between Jupiter, the Pleiades, Sirius, Rigel, and Betelgeuse when what looked like a satellite came into view from the southwest. When the object was between Sirius and Rigel it slowed and began coming in my direction. It wasn't a fast or sudden turn, it was like it was taking a corner on a winding road, and I realized the object was not a satellite. It had no indicator lights or other colors, I couldn't discern the shape of a craft, it was as if a star decided to move closer. It slowed as it approached my location, then gradually descended before stopping perhaps 2000ft in the air maybe two miles south of me. I called my partner over to look, and we both waved toward the object as we joked that it was a UFO/UAP. We often waved at low flying civilian planes, and occasionally they would notice us and fly in circles above us. But as we were waving, the object began moving in an irregular figure eight horizontally, the way a young child would wave a sparkler on the Fourth of July. Its motions were not erratic or jerking, but they were definitely not possible for any aircraft. My partner and I both exclaimed excitedly, laughing and wondering if it really was UFO/UAP. After a minute or two of this, the object slowed to a stop. We both began waving more excitedly with both arms and loudly shouting hello, that we hoped the object was having as much fun as we were. We both fell silent when the air suddenly changed and the object seemed to rush toward us. In a split second it was immediately be in front of us, less than half a mile away and 500ft up. We were frozen in shock, we couldn't tell exactly how far away the object was, but it was significantly closer than it had been. It was still just a light, but the diameter was larger and the light was much brighter. It was not an LED, HID, or bulb light, it was as the light of a star. It remained completely stationary for what could've been a minute or ten minutes, we were too stunned to look away or make a sound. Eventually the object slowly ascended as it began moving south, then curved SSW until it was out of sight. Though I have watched the sky many nights since, including the same windows of time in 2024 and 2025, I have seen nothing like this again.

I was on the lawn of the Wisconsin State Capitol building on a sunny summer day with my young kids. There are 4 sets of large steps that lead down the hill from the building, radiating out in the four cardinal directions. About halfway down the steps, there are some huge stone planters (each a few feet wide and probably 6 feet tall). I was in the grass off the side of these steps, such that a person walking up/down the steps would pass behind the planter and would be temporarily hidden from my view. I noticed an attractive, fit, blonde woman, college-aged, wearing a light lime green athletic top jogging up the stairs. I was mostly focused on my kids and so I wasn't paying super close attention, but I'm also a heterosexual man and I did take note and definitely did not mistake what I was seeing. She passed behind the large planter and out of my sight and I'm sure I turned away and back to my kids. When I looked back at her, I instead saw an attractive, fit, college-aged blonde MAN wearing a light lime green athletic top jogging away from the planter. He was a perfect male version of the woman I'd seen a second ago and was wearing the exact same unusual green color, though his was just a t-shirt and hers was a tank top. He was definitely a man. No woman matching that description in sight. But I definitely didn't mistake him for a woman initially. Again (male gaze, I'm sorry), even though I only saw her for a few seconds, I definitely took note and would not have mistaken her for him. The logical explanation is definitely that I'd seen the woman jog by a few minutes prior and then when her boyfriend followed wearing the matching top, I compressed the time in my mind and perceived the entire thing having taken place in the seconds it took her to pass behind the large planter. But it definitely didn't feel like that at the time...

So I have this ancestor (Blue Sol Collins or Soloman Collins) he said he saw a blue creature walking in the woods. So he was going tracking because it was snowy so he goes tracking and he sees a large footprint, so he goes and tracks it for a while, then all the sudden a big boulder comes at him. So he obiously runs and while he was running he sees this humaniod creature that is blue is at the top. That's when the legend known has "Blue Man" Started.

So I have a grandpa I call him papa he told me this story once. So he was out in a field because we live in the country with he friends James and Hershel. So he was out there and then like these red lights just appeared in the air. There was no sound at all. Then it just disappeared. Now Papa and his friends were thinking they were crazy so they go to a nearby house to ask them if they saw that and they said they did and someone nearby said they saw it too. I think they were Foo Fighters, (red lights they saw in the sky during World War II)

When I was a child I remember coloring in the dining room of my grandmothers house. This house is just weird in general other weird things have happened and just kind of a weird energy sometimes, but the kitchen was right next to the dining room and my grandmother was washing dishes. I remember I was coloring and then I was startled and screamed because I heard glass break. Then my grandma comes into the dining room and asks me why I screamed. But that doesn’t make sense because I screamed because she broke a dish. She says she broke a dish because I screamed. The order of events is off and I have no explanation to this day for why this happened.

Estava dormindo no sofá quando fui acordada por um apito tecnológico insistente, quando olhei para a janela havia uma luz branca que clareou toda a sala, a noite virou dia. Ao lado havia um OVNI com luzes verticais piscando embaixo, permitiu ser filmado. Apareceram dois seres, um parecia uma água viva branca do lado de fora e o outro se parecia com um pequeno polvo dentro de um holograma. começou as 21:45 e terminou a meia noite e quatro. Tive um lapso de tempo de duas horas. Escrevi o livro Alienígenas na minha janela para deixar registrado todos os detalhes.

I was driving through here late at night with a friend when I saw a blue essence of a man with a top hat and cane walking along the highway. It was late at night and I thought I may have imagined it. It wasn't we pulled over into a gas station in Osoyoos that my friend asked me if I had ALSO seen the man with the top hat and cane back in Hedley.

I stayed a winter at this campground and while I was I was in the laundry room the back door appeared to open and slam itself and knock some metal shelving off the wall and a ton of glass vases to smash all over the floor. I always felt like someone was watching me when I stayed there, never went back.

it was the 2nd period of the day at school towards the end of P.E. class, and me and my friend were sitting in the bleachers gym, talking about old childhood memories. I had just found an old TV show that I had been trying to find for a long time because they also knew the show and showed it to me . so the way we were seated was 2 rows away from the last row against the wall on the ground below the seat . any ways we where talking and all the sudden I here an noise coming from under the bleachers. it sounded like the sounds a horror movie spider would make when scampering. my friend said it sounded like a plastic bag covered in a blanket. I stand up and point out the noise to my friend. but when I stood up I was able to feel it too. it felt like something was on all fours moving really fast across the top of the seats. we called out thinking it could have been someone getting a ball , but even if you where tall enough to reach the roof of the bleachers , the mechanism inside would have made it impossible for you to stand up fully and touch the ceiling with your hands. we asked a couple of the other kids if they had heard or seen or felt any thing and they said no. I haven't tried to explore deeper but if someone has a similar problem , hopefully they'll feel less alone

Diz que foi em uma madrugada de qualquer dia, que um disco voador cinza cruzou os céus e desceu pousando no acostamento de uma rua qualquer. A máquina estava danificada e não poderia alçar voou se não fosse devidamente reparada. Então, eis que o solitário viajante, a criatura verde limão saiu para a rua e leu uns dizeres em uma placa: “Conserto Disco voador”. Decidiu caminhar até o lugar, e foi com seus próprios pés, depois de notar que a rua estava completamente vazia. Chegou em um lugarzinho calmo, um bar de beira de estrada, e viu que ali dentro rolava um furdunço, bêbados alvoroçados dançavam e cantavam ao redor de um disco voador, enquanto humanos portando instrumentos musicais se fantasiavam de alienígenas verde limões. Um deles inclusive era a cara de sua tia. Se juntou a trupe, dançou, bebeu e festejou até o dia seguinte. Na saída alguns lhe ofereceram carona pra casa. Ele aceitou de bom grado, e o deixaram ao pé da estrada, ao lado da placa. Chorou, pois, lembrou que o lugar de onde viera jamais seria tão hospitaleiro, entrou em seu disco, colocou a chave na ignição e magicamente o motor voltou a funcionar. Se despediu do lugar com um sorriso no rosto e portando um giz em uma das mãos reescreveu na placa: “Concerto Disco Voador”, e voou em direção a imensidão do espaço.

Querido primo, espero que esta carta lhe encontre bem. Sei das suas adversidades, e sei bem do mal que lhe acometeu. Mas não se preocupe, logo menos estará são outra vez, e poderemos conversar pessoalmente. Sei que seus pais se afastaram, mas acredito eu, ser por um breve momento; a culpa não é sua de estares doente, eles logo entenderão; fique tranquilo. No mais, afim de te entreter, lhe contarei as histórias, verdadeiras e sinceras, que outrora lhe contava quando ainda lhe via face a face. Esta se chama “Araucária” e aconteceu no centro da cidade, em frente a igreja, na praça de uma única árvore. Quando minha avó Umbelina tinha uns 19 anos, ela morava em uma fazenda, e lá namorava um rapaz, um nobre fazendeiro, sendo belo de aparência e forte (isso minha tia que conta). Mas desconfiava o rapaz que ela não tinha interesse nele, e o namorava de fachada para enganar os pais, pois dizia ele que minha avó vivia de namoricos com uma certa amiga no centro. E ela a amava incondicionalmente e estavam sempre juntas, e nas palavras de Umbelina “um amor cristão”; Tal qual Jesus ama a sua igreja, o seu amor com ela era puro, sem maldade. Encontravam-se sempre, nos domingos após a missa, em frente a Igreja, na praça, sentadas ao lado do pé de Araucária. Certo dia, estando ela aguardando seu amor na “única árvore”, percebeu o quanto o sol caminhava pela imensidão dos céus e a sua paixão nunca chegava. Pelo contrário, viu na distância se aproximando, o homem belo de aparência e forte, bem vestido, segurando um ramalhete em uma das mãos, e o sorriso nervoso no rosto. Sentou-se ao seu lado e ali permaneceu até seu semblante mudar drasticamente do sorriso sem graça para a face do descontentamento. Um choro repentino saiu de seus olhos raivosos, e em meio a beijos forçados confessou o crime praticado. Dizia que viu em um sonho, e no sonho Jesus lhe dizia para que com sangue se livrar do mal que aos poucos o destruía. Umbelina se viu chorando e soluçando loucamente, correu o máximo que podia em direção a casa de sua amada, ali descobriu que a amiga havia morrido de maneira trágica, atropelada por um trator de fazenda, cujo motorista fugiu sem prestar socorro. O relacionamento com o seu, agora marido, continuou por longos anos, e durante todo esse tempo ela amargava de dor. Ficara proibida, pelo homem de visitar a defunta no cemitério. Mas sempre aos domingos ela ia até o pé de Araucária e ali permanecia até a noitinha com lembranças fúnebres. Em um desses domingos ela, aos prantos, olhou para os céus e disse: “Senhor por favor me leva com você, eu não aguento mais, eu quero morrer”. O dia passou e nesse mesmo dia, a noite ela teve um sonho, e no sonho ela estava com sua amada na praça, sentadas ao pé da árvore. Sua amada lhe olhou profundamente e perguntou: “Umbelina, minha namorada, você quer mesmo vir comigo?”. Sem pestanejar minha avó respondeu: “sim, eu quero ir com você”. “Muito bem, faça o que vou lhe dizer, hoje as oito da manhã, você vai até o pé da única árvore, hoje as oito da manhã você vai até o pé da Araucária, como sempre faz e eu estarei lá te esperando”. Acordou assustada e fazendo sua última oração, como de costume, foi em direção a praça se despedir de sua vida. O marido, que vigiava seus caminhos constantemente, decidiu outra vez, e dessa vez “definitivamente” (palavras dele) por um fim nesse amor, pegou seu melhor machado e partiu seguindo-a pelas ruas. Ao vê-la se aproximando da Araucária alçou o machado para o alto e cravou, com bastante força, em seu tronco. As pessoas que caminhavam nas ruas, ou os que saíam da igreja ao redor viravam seus rostos, tapavam seus olhos, e fugiam. Não acreditavam no que viam, um homem louco, dando machadadas ferozes na única árvore da praça. Era uma bela araucária, seu tronco era mais grosso que a maioria das araucárias (Lembra dos Baobás? era exatamente assim, tirando a parte superior, que tinha cara de araucária), o que fazia ela ser admirada; deveria ter, e diziam ter, milhares de anos, que estaria ali antes mesmo da cidade ser construída. Ninguém ao redor teve coragem de se aproximar quando a árvore, em seu último suspiro de vida, se ergueu, mostrando suas enormes raízes, e com elas se rastejando em direção ao homem, que ficou estático. E se posicionando acima de sua cabeça, caiu estrondosamente por cima dele, esmagando-o, tal qual o amor de Umbelina fora esmagada. As folhas se secaram instantaneamente e o tronco afundou uns quinze centímetros no solo, enterrando o homem ali mesmo. Umbelina conta, e algumas outras pessoas que estavam ali, contam, que uma voz partindo da árvore bradou: “Eu testemunhei o amor que nunca feriu ninguém, testemunhei a confissão de quem em nome de seu Deus o destruiu. Minha justiça é guiada pela natureza, já que nem humano eu sou. Vi a hipocrisia dos que vão a casa do criador, vi a dor no coração de uma pobre moça. Carrego seu pesar e seu luto em minhas folhas e tronco, e que o meu fim lhe traga consolo ao seu espírito e liberdade à sua alma. Parta, então, com a certeza de que o amor que compartilhou será eterno, adeus, querida, e que sua jornada seja iluminada pelo amor que transcende todas as barreiras.” A árvore já não existe mais, depois que morreu seu tronco foi tirado da praça, inclusive o morto, sendo enterrado posteriormente no cemitério da cidade. Dizem que a árvore era um índio que se transformara em Araucária séculos atrás, outros dizem que era um padre, tem até relatos antigos de viajantes que diziam vê-la “caminhando” e que se tratava da primeira Araucária do Brasil, e que ela constantemente andava por todos os cantos do país procurando repouso e vigiando seus moradores. Este é o fim da história, espero que ela lhe traga conforto, assim como trouxe a minha avó. Mas enfim, fique bem meu querido primo, quero te ver logo.

Isso aconteceu quando eu tinha por volta de uns 14 anos e ainda morava na cidade. Minha mãe tinha acabado de se casar com meu padrasto, e ele era enfermeiro no hospital em frente de casa. Na época o hospital funcionava 24 horas, então ele fazia seus turnos à noite, da cinco da tarde as cinco da manhã. Todas as noites antes de dormir eu tomava banho de balde na cozinha, pois como o banheiro era fora da casa, tinha medo de ir até lá durante a noite. Deixava a água do banho dentro de um balde, e sempre no dia seguinte quando acordava, e meu pai já estava em casa, o balde estava sem água, e guardada em seu costumeiro lugar. Pensava que era meu pai que jogava a água fora e me fazia o favor de guardar o balde, até que em uma certa noite escutei uns gemidos de dor na cozinha, levantei-me e fui ver o que estava acontecendo, ao chegar na porta da cozinha, vi subindo do chão dois homens trajados de branco, com uma cruz vermelha pintada no peito, carregando nos braços um homem, fardado e de capacete, sujo de sangue e feridas expostas. Esses dois homens colocaram o homem dentro da bacia e o lavaram bem, e depois pegaram aquela água e colocaram toda dentro do filtro de barro, que usávamos para beber água todos os dias, então eles colocaram a bacia de volta no lugar e sumiram parede a dentro. Nunca mais deixei a água do meu banho dentro de casa.

Large dark blue-carpeted function room with black plastic chairs against the walls. Something feels a little off.

The children at this very old, very small school claim to have seen a ghost under a veranda by he bathrooms

Sense of deja vu as my eyes flicked around the ceiling panels that cover the roof of the Spirit of Tasmania ferry

(location is not absolute but very close to the location of event) I have lived on lake Lanier my entire life and I have seen some odd things but nothing SUPER jarring except for this... I live in the woods on private property and I like to go search for bones. I have been doing this for a few years so I am pretty well versed in identifying remains. this time I had a good find of what was almost a whole deer skeleton although the bone were very scattered (which is normal) I was able to piece together almost a full skeleton with large components like a backbone, vertebrae, femur, etc. but the skull and ribs were no where to be found. after I gathered them into a pile I heard I high pitched screech like a bird possessed a human. it was like a droning kind of scream I immediately booked it back home and I haven't gone down there since...

I didn't experience this myself but while my brother and sister were on the way to walk me home from work, they crossed an open field. The field was empty but they could hear the sounds of either goats or sheep (I recalled which animal). Curious, they followed the sounds and found a speaker lying in a broken pipe in a hole in the ground playing the sounds. They spooked them enough that they took me back to the open field to help investigate (at that time, I was really into paranormal and haunted activities). The field was silent when we arrived and despite my words, they didn't want to step back onto the property and show me the speaker. Still to this day, I regret not searching for myself and taking a quick video.

When I was 12 or 13 I went to my mom’s house over the summer. I spent a lot of time there, but most of the time whenever I went to that house my sleep schedule or eating schedule would always change. One night, I couldn’t sleep and so I just stared at the ceiling unmoving. Over time, I started seeing things on the ceiling before eventually falling asleep. I’ve always had strange dreams but this one felt especially off. I sometimes lucid dream so it felt ordinary until I saw another person in my dream, not like interacting with other people in dreams is unusual but this man was odd. He just stared at me and I him. The strangest thing is that over time every now and then he’d reappear in my dreams and sometimes we’d even have conversations, almost like an acquaintance of my own creating. I thought it was just my brain making up stuff until the last few weeks of my summer spent there I saw the exact same person in public and he didn’t see me but I saw him. I told someone about it, not the full story but the strange sleeping and they said it was probably just insomnia or sleep paralysis

Glowing red streaks quickly crossed the road at no clear intersection. No visible body.

This is not my story, but my mom’s. One night, she was out of a walk with our dog. We lived on a military base, so she was very comfortable walking outside after dark. In an area that was very very dark, she all of a sudden saw a group of floating red lights flying through the sky. They weren’t super close to her, but they weren’t very high up either. They were moving strangely fast, and weren’t making a sound. They were all moving together as if they were attached, but she couldn’t make out any shape of a solid object. The dog began to freak out and jump around, even though there was no sound for it to hear. The dog was usually very calm and quiet so this was very strange. My mom was a bit spooked, but assumed that it was some excessive or experiment that the military people on base were conducting. But it didn’t really make sense.

I had a dream where I was walking through a black void. I could see someone in the distance; they were kneeling in a pool of inky black water. As I got closer, I somehow knew instinctively that this figure was God. Oddly enough, God didn't look like how God is supposed to look. God looked more like me. Once I was able to see the face, I noticed that God was crying, and that the black pool was steadily rising. God said: "child, I love you. Like a dog, I love you. Like a mother who would kill to save her infant son, I love you. Why did you leave me?" At the end of the dream, the black water covered God's face and I couldn't see anything anymore.

I was sleeping when I woke up and saw a figurin the corner it looked like a Victorian woman in a lovely dress I got scared and closed my eyes and faintly started smelling tea and then I felt swirling motion on my cheek and a hand on my shoulder

In my old family house that we have long moved away from, my mom and I jointly had several bizarre experiences -- one was a puff of dark smoke/some sort of entity that would linger over the bed in the master bedroom and slowly fade away. Another was a voice calling our names in the living room. Perhaps those incidents could have been caused by a leaky gas stove or something (though we did have carbon monoxide detectors!), the last incident was the most bizarre and unexplainable. I distinctly remember sitting in the kitchen, sipping tea with my mom as we chatted about nothing, as we did. We were talking about how it was nice that our cats' presence in the house kept away pests (not sure why were discussing this, but I think maybe my mom's friend had a rodent issue in their rental house). In fact, we had not seen any pests -- besides perhaps a few spiders here and there -- for the entire ten years we had been living there. As soon as I nodded, I saw a tiny shape appear in the corner of my eye. My mom noticed at the same time and gasped -- it was a MOUSE. A little, very cute mouse, perhaps a juvenile. He seemed to look up at us with no fear, as if to say "we *do* live here, actually!" -- my mom and I laughed at the absurdity of it and the mouse, very casually, trotted away somewhere. We never saw a mouse ever again at that house.

My daughter and I were wandering around Saar's for a while on a slow day -- there were barely any people around. Since we rarely went to Saar's to shop, we were a bit lost on where things were. One of the last things on our shopping list was seedy bread, and we could not find the bread section at all. We were joking around about talking to the spirits at Saar's and asking them for help in finding some of the bread we were looking for, and as soon as we did so, we rolled our cart miraculously into the bread aisle and a loaf of good looking seedy bread FELL right at our feet. We thanked the Saar's spirits in amazement and left with the bread.

I had heard stories from family members about paranormal activities happening at my Granny's house but had never experienced anything myself—until one night in July, if I'm not mistaken. As I was trying to sleep, I suddenly heard a deep voice. It was the voice of a man, clear and resonant, and he said, "You will remember this." I wasn't sure what he was referring to, but the eerie experience frightened me enough that I stayed awake the entire night, watching cartoons with my headphones turned up loud to calm my nerves.

I was around fourteen when I experienced this. I’m not sure what prompted me to look out my bedroom window, but when I did, I saw the silhouette of a young man running down Third Avenue. It felt as if time had slowed down. At first, I questioned what I was seeing, but then I realized he was transparent and slowly faded away. Strangely, I didn’t feel scared; instead, I felt a sense of relief. This memory has stayed with me, and I can still see it.

I was with my Boy Scouts group for a two night camping trip in a military training area near the main Army base that Scouts were permitted to use for camp outs and outings. One night, we were all playing hide and seek in one of the huge concrete training buildings. I was hiding in a room on the second floor when I heard two distinct female voices talking from the floor below me. I immediately thought that the girl who was the seeker had found the only other girl who was there with us (there were only three of us girls and about five or six boys). Shortly after the voices had stopped, I started hearing the girl who was the seeker singing. She was always singing creepy nursery rhymes when she was in these echoey buildings so I didn’t think anything of it. Soon she found me and I asked her where the other girl who she had found was, but she said I was the first person to be found. I was confused and asked her if she had been talking to anyone before she started singing. She was also confused and said no, she hadn’t made a sound before the singing. After the game was over and everyone was all together, I asked everyone if anyone had been talking at all at that point in the game when I had heard voices and they all said no. I still puzzle over this today.

Went to the river with my friend, and they said "this is an abandoned train tunnel". Then a few seconds later an echoey train horn calls inside the tunnel, but there was no train at all.

This area and business has alot of history with violence, protesting, and community opposition. In all my years in paranormal studies I’ve never seen such consistency of community opposition while still patronizing the space. I suspect a strong hold of dark forces being fed now that there is a liquor store there. With much experience with the deceased I believe this area was once some form of sacred indigenous site but the tribe in which land this was prior to all the most recent inhabitants. There seems to be a legacy of betrayal and violence at this intersection. Interactions are notorious to house ellegua, exu, and other spirits of the diaspora that guard portals. Based on my experience I suppose there are a number of ghost and trapped spirits in this area fueling the overwhelming rage and jealousy. Would be best for the owner to do more than attempting to appease the living that he may suspected to fear. He needs to make amends with the land and the indigenous people of that land, he’s never done anything for them. No land acknowledgment, no medicine ceremony to include the very powerful natives of Seattle in the medicine they carried also prior and alongside the BIPOC community which many are related to. Trap culture is indigenous culture and those spirits are restless in this area. The most wrathful ancestors and ghost are those of warriors and fallen soldiers that never got their mission accomplished and feel un heard

Aos meus 7 anos eu tinha muito sonhos que eu exorcisava um espírito (inclusive esse ano eu tive um esse ano mas não vem ao caso) na minha infância e um dia eu dormia na sala pois não gostava de dormir no quarto aí minha mãe me mandou dormir eu estava tendo mais um desses sonhos quando deu 3 da manhã senti que fui empurrado e cai do sofá e olhei pro corredor e vi meu padrasto correndo pro banheiro e olhei isso achando que era ele então fui falar com minha mãe pra falar com ela e meu padrasto estava lá eu me assustei e quando fui ao banheiro eu não vi ninguém mas eu realmente vi meu padrasto indo pra lá e ele não tinha saido é simples mais essa é a minha história talvez futuramente conto mais English translation: When I was 7 years old I had a lot of dreams that I exorcised a spirit (I even had one this year but that's not the point) in my childhood and one day I slept in the living room because I didn't like to sleep in the room then my mother sent me to sleep I was having another one of those dreams when it was 3 in the morning I felt like I was pushed and fell off the couch and looked down the hallway and saw my stepfather running to the bathroom and I looked at this thinking it was him so I went to talk to my mother to talk to her and my stepfather was there I got scared and when I went to the bathroom I didn't see anyone but I really saw my stepfather going over there and he hadn't left, it's simple but that's my story, maybe I'll tell more in the future

ive been dreaming about the same creature for multiple years, in my dreams he always appears near water, im not big into the supernaturaul but i thought it was weird, its a pail man with brown hair, sometimes the hair type and style change but its always short. he wears khaki pants or shorts and a green top, he never has a face and so far has never interacted with me, though i can feel his presense in my dream, in one of my dreams i was at our local waterpark and nobody was there, the water was drained and i was exploring. i saw him walking and we both just looked at eachother, he was about 20 meters away and and asked in a non gender specific mildy low voice, kind of distorted too, "do you need help?" and he asked it two or three more times then her ran away. i havent dreampt of him since that dream.

My dad was an MP stationed in Fort Lewis in the early 1960's. He's driven out with his best friend and his brother, leaving behind my mom. He did well enough in training to become and MP, though much to his regret, he was not allowed to use flame throwers. He told me of his experience(s) in the last year of his life, after we watched Communion. He cried when he told me. I'd only ever seen him cry two other times. When his brother died and when his dad died. As an MP, he often patrolled at night. Anyone who has ever spent time on a mountain knows you see weird things. I don't think he was prepared for what he saw. It started with orange blobs of light in the forest. Sometimes just one. Sometimes a group. When there more, he said it looked as though they were dancing. Then lights in the sky. These lights were large and moved with great speed and agility. He did not enjoy this kind experience. They often left him filled with dread. The last addition to his nighttime adventures were large beings in the forest. Tall, hairy and heavy set. They often appeared with the orange lights. These beings intrigued him. He looked up the native lore and came to enjoy seeing them. This led him to a lifelong love of the forest and Native lore. When he left the army, he was told to never speak of what he saw. To anyone. He was told he would lose, "everything he holds dear." His job, his family, friends. He left Washington along, losing his friend George because he had dared to speak to him about it. He wept over the loss of his friend. And as he told me all of this, very late at night, he looked over and asked if I had ever been abducted. I said no. I had lost time, but there was no abduction. "Thank God," he said. And wept again. He never spoke of it again.

Sorry in advance if this is the wrong category, i didnt know if this counts as high strangeness Last summer me and my family went to enniscorthy castle since it was allegedly haunted and the first haunted place we wanted to go to, didnt exist? (no joke we followed directions and we were at an abandoned farm) I didnt own any paranormal gear at the time asides from my own eyes and a journal in which i write all the unexplainable stuff thats happened to me. So we went and nothing was visibly off, but as soon as i entered i got this horrible sense of dread. I chalked it up to paranoia and walked on, for context this place has loads of winding and turning stairs. I ended up getting distracted and, obliviously, started walking up them alone. I trotted up and up and up, but when i stood on what i thought was the second level. I lay upon the ground level again, i looked around frantically and ran back down. I was still in the same area , eventually i heard my mother calling for me in one of the other rooms. I didnt leave her side after that, and when we were on the second floor together it looked completely different to the first floor

I have a gothic cafe with a haunted museum. We get daily ghostly goings on. From doors opening by themselves, glass shattering and teleporting by themselves, weird anomaly that look like UFO or an intelligent haunt. Books will fly off the shelf and pens will fly off the tables. We get locked out of rooms when the rooms lock from the inside with no one there. The ghosts get lively especially after a really busy day. The next few days it gets real active. Then they usually chill for a few days.

Um animal um tanto grande com asas garras gigantes e um cheiro terrível de carniça rondava o local e o ser era totalmente negro

This isn't my experience but a friend's. He does circus at Chifley and he went into the Attic to get some equipment. The Attic had dim lighting and everything was covered in cobwebs and a thick layer of dust. When he entered he saw a strange mannequin staring at him. He went to get the equipment when the lights flickered and the mannequin... moved.

Eu estava me arrumando pra ir pra escola, a sala de casa ficava entre o quarto e a cozinha. Minha mãe estava na cozinha e eu fui até ela, passando pela sala. Menos de 1 minuto depois, eu saí da cozinha, e ao passar pela porta, ela estava aberta com toda a tranca pra fora, como se alguém tivesse destrancado a porta, aberto, e depois virado a chave no trinco colocando a tranca pra fora. Minha mãe sempre gostou de feng shui e tínhamos um soninho atrás da porta que fazia barulho toda vez que a porta abria, mas esse dia foi tudo em silêncio

Eu era muito pequena, meu pai saiu pra trabalhar e minha mãe dormia, eu estava na sala de jantar sozinha quando vi uma figura humanoide toda branca, sem cabelos, sem rosto, mas engatinhando ou andando como cachorro, muito rápido, passando pela minha sala. Lembro perfeitamente. Eu tinha 5 anos de idade

I've always seen things others haven't, ghosts, doors opening by themselves, UFOs, things moving on their own, you name it. That begs the question of what was my first unexplainable sighting, this is it. To set the scene this was near my lover's (now ex's) house with my mother when I was a young, naïve and most of all, clueless, child. Mother and I were walking on some field near his house, until I saw something in my peripheral resembling the shape of a dog. I'd always been very fond of dogs and would run up to them without hesitation, so that's what I had done. Except when I had turned around nothing was there, the fields stretched on for miles without any signs of life, I looked around frantically in a dazed and confused state. Nothing. We were alone. I still remember the feeling of dread that struck me at that moment, it was the type that hit you in the chest and never fully left. I never told my parents, nor anyone asides from now. See, this would've been a little strange and nothing else if one thing didn't happen. I saw that exact same dog on a missing poster a week later: same size, same hazy look in its eyes, and most of all it had that same strange black fur, fluffy but not fluffy enough to be what I thought it was (a German Shepherd) I haven't been to that field since, mainly out of fear, cowardice, and a lack of time.

In the car on the motorway on the way to Tournai at 7.30 pm on a cold winter evening we saw in the distance blinking lights right over the road lights. The object quickly flew towards us, as it was about to fly over the car it abruptly did a 90 degree turn to our right and disappeared. The object was of a dull metal color covered in red and white lights (like led xmas tree lights). It was the typical saucer shape with a dome, about 10 m in diameter .

My grandfather told me about an unusual experience he had just after the liberation from the Japanese occupation. While patrolling on a peak overlooking Nanchang, he saw what looked like a tube of light hovering in the air along the dirt path in front of him. He described it as being about the thickness of a hose, strangely floating just above the ground, yet not casting any light around it. Unsure of what he was seeing, he raised his weapon and called out, “Halt! Who’s there?” When it didn’t react, he felt a chill, remembering stories of dragons, and, spooked, he turned around and walked back, leaving his patrol unfinished.

Stayed in the Ferryman's cottage on the Isle of Gigha for the weekend in 2006. My ex-wife saw a shadow walk past the bathroom door, I saw a toaster move an inch or two, my 9 month old son somehow managed to get over a makeshift barrier at the foot of the stairs and up into the bedroom without moving anything on the barrier. There were two pictures taken we believe captured anomalies, but these have now been lost.

Por volta do ano de 2014/2015 estudei em uma escola pública na cidade de Curitiba, a qual não revelarei os dados exatos por motivos óbvios. Eu tinha uns 8 ou 9 anos mais ou menos e era comum crianças brincarem com o sobrenatural naquela época invocando nomes e até fazendo "rituais mais comuns" entre as crianças como, o ritual da "Maria sangrenta". Bem, de maneira resumida, haviam 2 alas naquela escola e essas alas eram enormes corredores onde ficavam as salas de aula, na entrada de cada ala havia um banheiro feminino e um masculino e entre as portas havia um bebedouro que ia de uma porta a outra. A ala da direita seguia esse mesmo padrão, e por um bom tempo os banheiros daquele lado estevam em reformas e inutilizáveis. Quando houve a liberação dos banheiros da ala da direita as crianças começaram a abusar do uso de papel higiênico, a jogarem rolos e papel das lixeiras uns nos outros e nisso as pedagogas fizeram uma reunião e advertiram a escola toda, depois do ocorrido passou a ficar uma tiazinha da limpeza em cada porta dos banheiros... e elas eram responsáveis por entregarem uma quantia de papel para cada criança. Eu nunca fui de ir no banheiro da escola e ia somente em caso de extrema necessidade (Pois todo mundo sabe que banheiro de escola é algo insalubre :D ). Então chegou o dia em que precisei usar o banheiro no horário do recreio, o intervalo já tava quase no final e então eu tinha ido, pego um pouco de papel higiênico com a tiazinha que estava na entrada e entrado na segunda cabine, ela era próxima da entrada. - Ressaltando que: Eu estava sozinha e não havia mais ninguém no banheiro além de mim, haviam varias cabines e me lembro muito bem de que elas estavam com a porta a aberta e vazias, só havia eu lá no momento e a tiazinha estava na porta para o lado de fora... E o chão do banheiro estava limpo e não havia nada de estranho até então. Depois de eu ter usado o banheiro e aberto a porta da cabine onde eu estava eu ME DEPAREI COM UM ENORME RASTRO DE SANGUE, aquilo vinha da última cabine e ia quase até a porta da entrada do banheiro (eu sei... é foi estranho e não faz o mínimo sentido). Aquele rastro de sangue era como se alguém tivesse arrastado um corpo ou algo grande da ultima cabine e parado na porta... Mas não fazia sentido, porque foi em um período muito curto de tempo em que tudo aquilo ocorreu e enquanto eu tava na cabine eu não tinha ouvido nada e nem visto nenhum vulto por baixo da fresta da porta. Haviam chegado duas meninas na porta e elas me perguntaram o que era todo aquele sangue, eu respondi que não sabia, a tiazinha que estava na porta também tinha ficado encucada e tinha feito varias perguntas etc... A tiazinha não tinha visto ninguém entrar no banheiro, ela não tinha visto nada estranho e só foi ver aquilo quando ela entrou pra ver o que estava acontecendo ali. Depois de tudo aquilo eu sai do banheiro, tinha chamado umas amigas na época para ver aquilo e estavam limpando o sangue quando fomos ver aquilo, a pedagoga tinha ido ver o que tinha acontecido e praticamente não tinha explicação e muito menos sentido, foi muito estranho e até hoje fico pensando no que aconteceu para surgir aquele monte de sangue no banheiro. Hoje em dia não sei o como esta a escola e duvido muito que alguém lembre disso, mas só sei que foi bizarro e me pergunto se tem alguma coisa haver com a Maria sangrenta.

Today I was chilling inside my rv sitting on the couch when I suddenly felt bad like someone or something was staring at me, I got up to close the blinds to all the windows when I heard what sounded like a lady about 20s to early 30s saying "please help me" in a flat but clear voice right by the door were i was standing, at first I thought it was my friend who was in the next trailer over who needed help bringing something inside and I stepped closer to the door and asked "yeah? What do you need help with?", no response, I replayed the voice in my head and realized it didn't sound like my friend, and I was about to open the door when I got a really bad feeling not to, my three dogs were all staring at the door one of them was growling and one was whining while the other was just staring, I quickly started to walk to the bedroom and as I walked pasted the window I heard "help me" again in the same voice but a bit more loud and aggressive than before, and as it happened the door was hard to open and when it stopped talking the door opened, each time I heard the voice the rv shook a bit and it sounded like someone was coming up the steps into the rv but that's weird because the steps don't come out unless the screen door is open and it was shut, I texted my friend and told her and she said right before I texted her her trailer was shaking a bit and her dogs were whining too and she felt like someone was outside her trailer

I don’t remember when this was but whatever, it was a peaceful night when it happened, I was just sleeping at the time and in this dream of mine I was at some sort of family party, when this women who looked JUST like my dead mother sat infront on me, we had talked for a little bit but before I could ask her who she was and the other millions of questions I had my alarm woke me up, lesson learned, SCREW ALAMS! And I never got another dream like it, never got to ask her who she was, or why she looked so much like my mom, it’s a mystery

Me and others were haunted at night at this campground. None of us could sleep for hours. Something was in the woods. We didn't realize it was happening to all of us until later in the night. Everytime we tried to drift off, a wave of full body panic would wash over us and intrusive thoughts would flash through our minds. I've never felt anything like it.

It was September 2015 or 16 (I was young so I don't remember that well) and I had a very vivid dream that I can remember almost photographically even today (not very usual for me as I have aphantasia) In my dream I was standing on a balcony in a school which I'd never been to. The school in my dream looked a bit like the one I was going to but not really, the school I actually went to had only one floor apart from the ground floor, and the railings were maybe 3.5 feet in height, not to mention that the balcony was small and crowded and there weren't any trees near the balcony. But in the dream the balcony was higher than me, around 6 feet with black railings and a thick tree in front. It was the third floor and the tree bore round greenish fruits and there were people around me, which I was trying to recognise as my friends but I couldn't recognise their faces. Then someone started shouting at me in anger, and I climbed up the railings and jumped down, and woke up in cold sweat. I have been born and raised in Lucknow, but in 2021, April both my parents got COVID and nearly died, and due to the pollution levels in my city we all had to permanently move to a hilly area with less pollution. Here I was admitted to a new school, 10th grade, May 2022 and entering the corridor of my classroom I was hit with strong deja vu, and I realised that it was the exact same corridor I'd seen in my dream, 3rd floor, Same people walking around Same tree with the same fruit Same railings And I even wore the same outfit I haven't yet tried to jump off the balcony but I'm starting to believe it was symbolic because my mental health has never been as terrible as it is here, and so have my academic performance. I went from straight As to Cs and even Ds. So a symbolic downfall.

A year ago me and my friend group of (at the time) 7, we were hanging out at the log cabin on a Tuesday like usual. It was around 8, 7 pm, it was pretty dark. We were outside wondering around the large land around the log cabins property. Since all the weeds and stuff were gone due to it being winter, we could see everything around us. Right next to the log cabin is an abandoned house (it's being renovated now I believe.) At the time we were really into the paranormal and liked using an ouija board. (Don't recommend doing this) The day before we had used it to talk to what we believed was a "good spirit." Back in the present we were just having fun like kids do, but one of us spots something at the abandoned house and they yell "Guys I just saw something at the abandoned house." And when that happened everyone decided to go inside the abandoned house to investigate (VERY BAD IDEA) Once we got inside the house we walked around with crushed glass underneath our feet. (idk where it came from) Two of my friends were in the living room, three were in the bedroom, while me and the last friend were in the bathroom. As we were just talking and looking around the destroyed place. Randomly the bedroom door closed. Me and the friend didn't think anything of it at first, before the three friends rushed out and started screaming that they didn't shut the door. (By the way it was not a Windy day and all the windows and doors were intacted and closed)

it was about 12 am, and little 10 year old me was sleeping in bed. earlier that day, my friend was telling me about a ghost story. i was terrified. so anyways i wake up randomly and look up, and i see this ghost. he was like and old times doctor. he wore a big round thing on his head, he had a long white doctor coat, his hair was messy but he was quite good looking. he looked at me, and checked something down on his clipboard he was carrying, and turned around and faded away. i have had sleep paralysis before, i know what it’s like. you can’t move anything, but you see some figure with your eyes that work just fine. this wasn’t sleep paralysis. i was moving around like a fish out of water. i remember this doctor ghost clear as day.

I was in Trabzon for my grandpa's funeral and I was staying with my aunt in their house. I didn't go to the funeral myself since I had to take care of my little cousin when my aunt and uncle left cuz none of my other cousins came to Trabzon, so I was the only one there willing to stay behind. We had fun during the day (kids like me lmao) but during the night things started getting weird. My little cousin asked multiple times if we can watch horror movies and I said no since she was a kid, and I started feeling like someone was watching us so I closed the blinds and made her go to sleep a while after, and she asked me to sleep with her because she was scared. Half an hour went on, I'm awake in a completely dark room (in which I forgot to close the blinds) with a kid sleeping next to me, and I can't fucking move like there's something holding me down and there are random lights right outside the window. I just brushed them off as car lights since they did look like that... The window was practically looking off to a cliff, the road was on the other side of the house.

There was a weird wind current at my house that would be blowing always no matter what

i was 5 years old and i used to live here. i was climbing the stairs and i saw the shape of a girl, maybe 8 years old, in a tattered dress with eye bags, cuts & bruises and messy hair.i got scared so i turned around to turn on a light and a thin man (also just a glowing ghost shape) with a whip (maybe the girls father) was just standing there. i was so scared so i thought "if i have to run through one of them i prefer the girl cuz the man has a whip." then i turn again and she's gone. i've seen her and her father multiple times since and named them Edward and Victoria. sometimes they flicker the lights as well.

DFW area of Texas, I believe, may be cursed land. What I mean by this is that it is a hot spot for strange and often dark paranormal phenomenon. Specially, though, Denton. Currently, I live in Denton and my family and myself have had to put very strong protection on our house and ask all of our Spirit Guardians to keep anything out that does not have our highest and best intentions in mind. When I connect to the earth here there is an ancient darkness buried deep under that feels like a curse, perhaps placed by a Native American tribe long ago, or perhaps the result of a very bloody war. Nonetheless, the energy here is very strange and dark and gotten increasingly so over the years since I have lived here. It has gotten to a point that my dear mother is moving us to Plano to get away from the headache of the chaos. Anyone who wishes to move here who is sensitive to those sort things, make sure to put very strong protection over your house and stay safe.

This happened when I was about 8 or 9, in my house on the base. I was standing at the top of the stairs looking down and I saw, at the bottom of the stairs kind of off to the side a figure of what looked like a man. The way he looked is hard to explain. It reminded me of when you look at an object in front of a bright light and when you look away you can still see a bright outline of the object. He was the outline. As I looked he faded and I remember being a bit surprised but not alarmed. That was the first of two times I saw him. The second time, (I was about the same age) I was walking down the hallway and he appeared in front of me. I stopped walking, surprised and again he faded after a second or two. Not sure if its related but before my family lived in the house there was a bad fire in the garage. I was never told exactly what happed (being so young) or if anyone died. (In the fire or otherwise.)

Me and my friends, fresh out of college, early 20s, decided to travel around and go crazy on the continents. When this happened, we were in Amsterdam. Very few times then was I ever sober, and even fewer did I act like it. Maybe that’s why I went alone that morning. I met a guy in a café, while my friends were still asleep. We chatted it up, but I don’t remember much about him. Only that he asked me a favor and offered a large amount of money. Not thinking correctly, I accepted without asking what the favor was. He left and gave me the money before I could ask. I didn’t see him in Amsterdam after that. I decided to keep the money and not spend it, just in case we ran into each other and he wanted it back. After I left Amsterdam (still no sign of the guy), I got a job. I bought a tiny home with my own money (not the favor money), and eventually a year passes. Then two. Three. It took a while before I decided it was safe to spend some of the favor money, so I bought myself a bigger house. Life was going smoothly, until one day, a package arrived. It was a coffin. Etched on it was the words, ‘DO NOT OPEN.’ It had thick metal chains around it, a key, and a lock. I didn’t smell anything out of the sort, so I decided it must have been empty. Assuming that this was the favor, I placed it in my living room. A few months passed, so if anything was in it, it would have been dead. One morning, I placed my drink on it. It started rattling and groaning. I took it off, and it stopped. I slowly placed it back on, and it started rattling and groaning once again. I didn’t dare place my cup on the coffin again. It rattled and groaned when it rained as well, so I got earplugs and stayed in my room when it rained. Then, the strangest thing started happening. I was sleepwalking. I know, I know, sleepwalking is quite normal, but I had never sleepwalked before. And every time I woke up, I always had the key to the coffin in my hand. One time I woke up, about to open the coffin. To prevent this, I placed the key in a bowl of water, and placed it in the freezer so it was stuck in the ice. This worked, but I still woke up, desperately trying to scratch the key out of the ice. It honestly scared me, so just to be safe, I hid it in the back of the freezer. When this ended, the man from Amsterdam came back. He had two delivery men with him. I don’t know why, but he looked shocked to see me there. As if he expected me to be… dead. I knew they were here for the coffin, so I smashed the ice and gave them the key. Told ‘em the coffin was in the living room. I didn’t want to follow them, so I stayed put. They left to get it, and I heard a scream. What came back was the two delivery men (who were unfazed, their faces neutral), the coffin, but the man from Amsterdam was missing. They just left without saying a word. And no, the man from Amsterdam was not in my house after the delivery men and the coffin left. (DISCLAIMER: this did not actually occur to me, I am just retelling an episode of The Magnus Archives, a horror podcast. All credits to them, I just paraphrased it. The episode is titled “MAG 2 Do Not Open”. Please listen to this podcast, it’s amazing.)

I was about 9 and was sleeping in my bed when i felt someone hug me. At first I thought it was my younger brother who would sometimes come to my room at night. I opened my eyes and saw no one. Sat up and looked around, the warm feeling still lingering. No one was in my room. I ran and told my mom and she said it was probably my ‘guardian angel’ so i guess she couldn’t figure out what it was. It was terrifying though. It was so real and i still felt warm after i realized no one was touching me. It wasn’t just the feeling of someone hugging me, i felt pressure.

I was at camp (it was about 8:00 pm) and I was walking back to my cabin. This blue flying thing shot from the trees down into the ground. When I looked where it landed nothing was there. I think it might have been a fairy but I don’t know, I might just be paranoid. (P.S. I tried to get the most accurate location)

I was 9 years old at the time I always believed an aliens ghosts in the supernatural. And one day I was trying to go to bed I think it was summer and my parents were already asleep I looked out my window and I saw two alien spaceships fly not too far away up into the sky, at least 500 ft. And after that things just got worse I started having a vision that there were like almost mounds in volcanoes on my skin with smoke coming out of them the dream felt so real I could actually feel pain. After that my vision came true in my skin started getting worse I started getting like boiling plus filled spots on my skin and after that everything started getting worse. In the vision it was only on my arms but when it got worse it went all over my body except my stomach my chest and my feet but it was everywhere else. I've also had similar experiences with visions after that, my mom started getting feelings for one of her new friends, and right as I saw him I knew he was going to be the devil in our life, and just to say I am an atheist so I usually don't say things like this, but not too long after that he was like the devil. It was me mentally manipulating her and he was breaking our stuff he was practically hypnotizing her, and he kept manipulating her by telling her that he would get better that everything would be okay but he kept hurting her again and again and again. And just to recap I never get dreams. It's very rare for me to get dreams. I don't know what this means for me and my family but I trust these visions and to keeping my family safe and to know that everything will be okay

I work at the local UPS Store and in the years I've been working there I have experienced a handful of strange occasions that I can't logically explain. One of the first times, a coworker and I were sat inside the office and suddenly heard a loud crashing noise from our mail room as if all of the shelving fell down. We both got up to investigate but found everything still completely in place and intact. In another instance, I was alone and preparing to close down for the day when a panel for a ceiling light fell down just as I was walking by. It was close but it slightly missed me and slammed on the ground. The most strange part about it was we had recently undergone an inspection which included checking on all of the light fixtures and everything was deemed up to date. There is one occurrence that has been repetitive as well. We have a security system installed that audibly alerts when the front door or back door opens and we mostly use that as a notification that a customer has entered in the front. Multiple times I or one of my coworkers have heard the notification go off without anybody entering through either door and we've had this happen even after the store is closed and the door is locked. I'm not going to confirm that this is the activity of a ghost but I do believe in them and would not be surprised if what we've encountered turned out to be a genuine ghost.

1st story: Whispers In My Ear I was just lying in my bed, trying to go to sleep, when suddenly I hear these extremely loud whispers in my ear that I immediately forgot after the whispers stopped, which scared me, so I had to text my friend to make me feel better. 2nd story: Bag Ghost Same place. I was also about to go to sleep when I see words on the bottom of my foot. But the only word I was able to make out was the word “bag” in orange text. Which was strange and it concerned me, so I talked to a friend again to make myself feel better. We called it “the curse of the bag.”

I’m sceptical about the paranormal. None of the houses have chimneys in the area it happened. But I’m not sure what this could’ve been. It was a clear afternoon, I think in 2021 or 2022, I was recording a video on my old phone when I captured something very unusual, a rolling puff of thick white smoke in the sky but it was definitely not a cloud, it was hovering just above my neighbours house, it moved unusually fast and was almost at roof level. I managed to film it for a few seconds as it ascended quickly across the sky before vanishing immediately. It also seemed to move in different directions too, a few times it hovered back and forth before it disappeared in the blink of an eye. I was around 12 when this happened, so it’s likely I was just confused, but I swear on my life it seemed too out of place to just be my imagination. I had shown my family and they all agreed they saw it and how strange it was, and a neighbour said she also spotted something similar not too long before the time of my story. I believe in aliens as there’s no way we are the only planet with life, but I don’t think this was a UFO or potential alien technology. Before I broke my old phone I think I posted it on tiktok, but I can’t for the life of me find the account as I probably used my parent’s old Email or didn’t verify the Email, I’m not sure what to do to find the video but I wish I could as it was the strangest experience of my life.

There used to be an elementary school across from my street. Theres one building left over and its now used by a theater company. I was at an audidtion. The lights flickered and the director casually says "oh yea thats the ghost" she said the ghost goes to my hous during the day and i went nuts lol. ive had so many paranormal experiences since i was a child and it explains so much. she was a lunch lady at the old school. she has afull name and everything lol

This is the second story I got from camping at Lake Ouachita. My Grammy and Grandad have a spot on the lake with cabins. We go every summer to camp for a handful of days, always with an understanding that weird things can and will happen. We are winding down after a long day, probably sunburnt. We sit around one of two fires. My mom, who has a degree in soil science from the University of Arkansas, suggests we listen to the animals. And we all go quiet, content in listening to the frogs and bugs. When we hear something. A screech, almost that of a yowl, not far away either. Imagine the sound of a human woman and a coyote or mountain lion. Maybe even a hyena. Anyways, with a rough idea of how it sounded, I'm sure it's understood why everyone immediately froze, our blood ran cold. I'm tempted to wonder if it was a Skinwalker. It was so eerie and loud. The voice carried through the valley too. We heard one, then another, then three shrieks. "that's not a coyote or mountain lion." my mom says, "... its a frog." Moral of the story, remember that frogs can make some crazy ass noises.