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.

My Grammy and Granddad have a spot right next to Lake Ouachita, given to my Grammy via inheritance. It's some army training base that she gets to take us all to when its not being used. It's a very nice spot, and my Grammy and her family had been going there since she was a kid. We always go every summer with an understanding that shit can and will happen. I could tell quite a few eerie stories from there, but for now I will tell this one. In the summer of 2023, we went about three times to the lake. One particular trip, we were staying a week. The second or third night, we are sitting around the campfire, winding down after a day of my Grandad slinging us off a Big Mabel from his boat. We're sitting, telling stories, when we see something in the sky. We see shooting stars there plenty, but this was not a shooting star. It moved slower than a star, and the tail of it stayed in the sky well after it was gone. We started trying to get service, seeing if there was any news about some space project or something odd like that. And not two minutes after it falls beyond the horizon, we hear something hit the earth, probably only a few miles away. We heard it echo through the valley. And there was no news of any meteors, space debris, space projects, nothing. Not even after we had gotten back.

I was walking and i saw a man,a woman and a kid together,i passed through them and i waved,they didnt seem to see me,so i just thought “ok,they didnt saw me or they are rude”.Then,i looked at them,and suddendly,they stoped walking and vanished into the air,i dont know what the actual frick hapened,but im curious.

I moved from the cities to central WI three years ago while spending my time exploring the woods around the area. I found this chunk of public land in the forest and decided to explore for awhile. Almost every single time I went there, I had some sort of paranormal or supernatural experience. It is almost like a magnet for strange things to happen there. It first started off seeing many signs of the fae being there, until my friend and I actually saw the fae right in front of our eyes. Wasn't the last time we would experience them either. Whispers in the dark, bells, fairey circles, seeing tall figures, unexplainable marks and bruises, you name it. That wasn't the only thing there either. If you go there at dusk alone with no form of technology, it is with almost certainty that you will hear a loud screech, feel like you are being watched, hear something follow you around, and feel breathing on your neck. Happened to me four times and will never go back without some type of protection. Another reencounter that seems to happen there is what my friends have named Oreo. It is this ten-twelve feet tall creature with long legs, a white face, and glowing white eyes. It can run super fast on all fours or walk normally on two. One time a group of us were there in the dark when we all saw Oreo staring at us; we almost pissed ourselves and went home. Oreo has been seen from time to time but never hurts anyone so that's cool. These are just a few examples of what has been seen or experienced out in these woods. I have had friends enter it as 100% nonbelievers and leave as 100% believers in the supernatural. If you ever decide to go, there is a good entrance point on Ranger Road by the dirt parking lot; you'll see it. Please bring someone to go with you and do not trespass onto other peoples land.

A few years ago me and my younger brother were riding with my aunt and uncle up to Nordic Valley (A small ski resort). As we were driving I remember my aunt pointing up on a hillside on the mountain that we were passing through. I remember seeing a large dark figure walking straight down the slope. It was in the middle of winter and there was a decent amount of snow on the ground. The slope was steep and there was no hiking trails-or any trails-where it was coming down. In the span of about 15 seconds it disappeared into the trees at the bottom of the hill. After a few seconds of driving my aunt proclaimed, "I think we just saw Bigfoot". In short, I have no idea another explanation of what I saw. It was huge, it was dark, it was walking in massive strides down a steep, snow covered slope. Take it how you will, but there was something there, and it wasn't human.

So, this one time I was about 12 years old, in my bedroom sleeping lightly when I heard multiple shots along with a woman's scream outside my house. I remember waking up to hear more of them fired at multiple times. I got really scared and refused to leave my bed, but after contemplating for about 30 minutes, I got up to go tell my parents. My parents told me that it was just fireworks or something. So, I believed them and went back to bed. But, here's the catch. When I woke up the next morning, I remember going to my parents mentioning the so called "firework" I heard last night. When I asked them this, they acted like they never heard or saw anything. To this day, I still don't know if I just dreamed of the shots and the lady or not.

Hey, I'm a New Orleans local. I suppose I'll get straight to the point — recently, I went wandering in the cemetery for a few hours, while it was raining. It was nice, and I kind of narrated and chattered to myself while I went. I also called my Fiancé and told him about cool things I found. Well, after we hung up, I saw sort of a shadow of a small figure around a corner. I went to look, and there she was — the ghost of a little girl. Based on where she was, I figured out that her name was Mary, and she'd died when she was 4 years old. We talked a bit, though she had limited speaking ability, and I told her all about the world and how it is nowadays. She seemed fascinated. Eventually, I heard another voice, and she told me her mom was calling her, so she had to go. Then she went back to her tomb and seeped through the front to get back in. All in all it was a pleasant experience, would definitely go again.

it was nighttime -around 12:40- and I was sitting on my phone and out of the corner of my eye and see a ring or maybe teeth looking through my sisters window -we share a room- a couple minutes later its gone and she wakes up crying from a nightmare... She's started having nightmares every night, I've also started hearing things but I have started staying up to research and investigate it... Its not good for my health but I want to make sure my sister is OK.

Loud calls reminiscent of previously-recorded Bigfoot "whooping" heard approximately 4 miles from trailhead (near Camp Comfort). The calls continued for roughly five minutes as the sun set. There may have been an infrasound grumbling during my hike out, but I'm less certain of that.

Talking with a few different hospital staff, I have been told about black eyed children that patients talk about seeing in their rooms and even staff seeing a child with black eyes peeking around the corner of a room, when they went into the room there was no one in there. There have been reports of voices, crying, and call lights coming on in rooms that are un occupied.

I was studying for a human biology test with my mum. We were making flashcards on the circulatory system, and behind us we have this big wooden buffet with a bunch of shelves. We keep things like picture frames or sculptures we made in art glass on there, and there was this frosted glass picture frame shaped like a heart that my great-gran (who lives in Queensland) gave to my mum as a gift. It was at the back behind these porcelain salt and pepper shakers that were shaped like two dogs, one black and white and one orange. Now, the picture frame was leaning backwards on the stand and was positioned at the back of the shelf. Randomly, me and my mum heard this crash and the picture frame had somehow defied physics and had knocked the orange pepper shaker dog, which was about 15cm away from the shelf’s edge, over the edge of the buffet and it fell about two metres down onto the ground, and miraculously only chipped and ear (and very slightly, too). I was weirded out about this, and my mum got really worried because as the frame was a gift to her from my great-gran, and my great-gran had just got hip-surgery done and was recovering in hospital. So obviously we were really worried that something bad might have happened to her, but we still haven’t figured out (my mum being a year 11-12 science teacher with her science-y knowledge as well) how the frame managed to defy gravity and physics and tip over. We reached a conclusion that the only way we could do that was to physically push it over, but obviously that didn’t happen… so yeah, I don’t know. Pretty weird.

Dream one: I was in my local synagogue on the stage. I picked up a prayer book and turned to page 466. It said “You, the Angel, pass over me. You look at me with your one good eye. You sit beside me, Angel, and I wait for you out in the cold.” WHAT??? Look for that quote on page 466 of any book. 2. I had a vision of my past life. A guy in a trench coat always followed me. He was also the last person I saw before my death. I already uncovered Trench Coat Guy as my French teacher, but he could be working for The Gates of Hell (underground secret cult.) Also! The Devil’s name is Jacob and he drives a white convertible!!

when i was 8 i had extremely bad insomnia from a mix of adhd and my extreme fear of the dark at the time. one night i was staying up and my house was fully quiet, everyone was asleep. if anyone was awake or walking around, i wouldve heard. then i heard music. we had a basic jack in the box toy, it wasnt old or anything. you have to wind it up with the plastic crank on the side and it plays pop goes the weasel like any other jack in the box would. but i was hearing it in the middle of the night, from the lounge room. there was no way anyone was awake, and even if they were why would anyone in my house even my youngest siblings play with a jack in the box in a pitch black living room. it sounds so horror tropey, i know. I instantly hid under the covers for a long while. nothing like thats happened again. maybe the ghost or whatever it was saw how terrible my family life is and ran away lol

It was in a large house that I don't know, but it had some of the attributes of my late grandmother's house. I had three cats, one black cat, one tuxedo cat, and I can't remember the other one. The black cat led me to a kitchen with a large litter box in the middle of the room. The room also had a woman with a very large parrot on her shoulder, as big as a five year old child. She walked close to me and the parrot leaned towards my face and licked my cheek. The weird thing is I've had a similar dream before with the same kitchen room but a different large bird. I can still remember the feeling of the bird licking me.

i don't remember the details *too* clearly, but it was strange enough that it's stuck with me for almost 10 years. My grandfather had passed in 2014, a year or so before this happened. My mom had told me to call my grandma, probably just to talk since she had become lonely after his death, and at that age I hadn't really gotten comfortable speaking on the phone. When the call was picked up, I heard my dead grandfather's voice say "Hello?" multiple times, as if he was trying to see if anyone was on the other end. Like I said, I wasn't comfortable w phone calls, and w out knowing what to say, I hung up. I told my mom what happened, and she called my grandma's number back, and she picked up like normal. There weren't any workers at her house that could've picked up for her that I mistook a man's voice for, and although her voicemail was still recorded by him, the answer was clearly a question, and not the prerecorded message. I still have so much guilt over it, because as a kid I got scared and hung up when I could've let my mom speak to her dad one last time (since he was answering to her phone number and probably thought it was her), and also it would just be so cool to say I've spoken to a ghost. this is the only truly paranormal experience i've had, and really don't know what else it could be.

I was transporting friend in a elevator at school in a specific elevator and clicked the button which had a one with a stat next to it-- I assumed it was the correct one because buttons with stars usually have a star on it. We got there and there was a feeling of dread as soon as the door opened, you could almost feel it heavy on you. We walked and the light from the ceiling almost felt like it 'wasn't the light that was lighting it up' and we turned the corner and saw a door with wire and a thing blocking the window in it. There was also tons of signs on it. I still have nightmare about it to this day. It was just so weird.

My dad works here and answers 911 calls. His and his coworkers offices are in the basement, and they talk about their experiences down there all the time. Pantries slamming shut, knocking, whispering voices, belongings vanishing, and an overall funny feeling throughout the place. I don't have anything to prove this as it's just hearsay, but my dad even said that a mirror down the hall from his office moved on it's own while he watched. According to him, the site where the courthouse building is used to be a hanging tree. On top of that, there's a (albeit fairly small) prison somewhere in the courthouse where people have likely passed away in the past.

A month ago me and my family were going to Disney Orlando, and when we were on the last plane to winnipeg there were 2 girls that looked identicle to each other sitting next to each other. They didn't interact with each other, not saying a word. In fact, the girl on the left wasn't even acknowledging the girl beside her. The girl on the right didn't have any baggage, carry-on, or anything with her. When the flight attendant came to give us pretzels she didn't even look at the girl on the right, not offering her the snack. When we landed I went to the washroom, and I saw the girl that was sitting on the left. (I knew it was her because her backpack on the plane was pink and she had a pink backpack on) I asked her about the girl that was sitting beside her, and she said that nobody was sitting beside her. It was an empty seat. So I was confused, saying to her that I saw somebody that looked identical to her, and she just stared at me with a confused expression. That was fun :D

I was driving up the bridge with my dog in the back when she just started whining, thought she might have to pee but when I pulled over near some grassy area I saw this lady in a wet sundress under a part of the bridge, she looked no older than Idk 27, she had shoulder length brown hair and narrow shoulders that looked almost like paper and she just vanished after a few awkward moments of her just staring at me. She literally vanished. I had something similar happen in a hotel near the same location where I heard someone enter the room while I was watching tv. No one was there, but the door was unlocked and was squeaking on the hinges. Never have I ever lost that much sleep over an *empty* hallway, freaky footsteps and a stupid door.

I’ve never been into the theory of aliens except for the transformer doll incident but one time I was driving home from a family reunion during a VERY DARK night and I was stoped in a line of cars with a cop blocking the cars. He had signaled something at us but he was backlit by his own cop car. We told him he was backlit an he yelled at us to turn around. Me and my fam in the car were confused but we turned around. We took a different route and I was looking out the window ( I was too freaked out to drive for some reason) but as I looked out the window I swear I saw a glowing white man out the window. He was of normal human size but he didn’t have a face. He looked like he was coming out of the trees. I was stressed the entire drive. I asked if anybody else had seen him but nobody had seen anything. Heck. I still shake when talking about it and while I’m typing this.

Hello dear reader, I’ve had a very strange experience this weekend. I live in southern Pennsylvania, but I travelled to an area outside of Scranton to a secluded family owned mountain house. I’m a practicing pagan, and I like to decorate my altar and space with things related to the deities I work with. I was looking for bones. I wandered outside my house into the forest, looking for anything remotely bone colored in the fern groves. I was tuning into the earth’s energy, and I said aloud, “Hello, earth. I’d like to collect some bones. I don’t like killing anyone or anything, but I believe the dead should be honored. Could you show me where to find some bones?” Not a minute later, at the edge of the fern grove, acorns started to fall, but only in a distinct place. They weren’t falling earlier, nor did they fall so heavily afterward. The wind blew in the direction of where the acorns were falling, so I went there. I found a skull and leg bones, right there, where the acorns fell. I believe it is a young deer skull but I’m not entirely certain. I thanked the earth and walked away to clean the bones. An hour or so later, I decided to go out again to look for more. This time I was at the opposite side of the house, in the pine tree forest. I asked the earth again for some bones. There I found these turkey bones. If anyone has had some similar experiences, please let me know. (My discord username is @random.human92) Thank you for reading, Cyrus J.W. P.S. It’s impossible for me to pinpoint the exact location, the marker is just the approximate township.

I've always had borderline psychic abilities. Visions of the future, strange dreams that tended to come true. I brushed it off until I began to see something; or someone more accurately. I called him "The Tall Man." I used to get this sense of prickling and dread when he was around. I used to get this innate and unmistakable fear that he was dangerous. He was twice my size and tended to come around more when I was distressed. I also go to a ranch with my mother, and on multiple instances, I was out feeding a horse out late, and Id see him, feel the dread, and run back to the safety of our car and the presence of other human beings. I still see him sometimes and the only time I've managed to "photograph" him was when I was getting a snack and my own shadow looked like him. To this day I don't understand what he was, where he came from, why he haunted me, or even if he was real at all.