I was watering my neighbor's flowers when I heard a Thunk!! I went to go check it out, and I found a bird. a dead bird. I was a kid then, so I put it in my watering can and named it Dan. I brought it home, but my dad threw it out.

So me and my friend Victoria went bowling for part of “girl” camp. We left the bowling area to go to the bathroom together, the we kinda lost then we herd light classical music coming from a hallway that we couldn’t find. Then the lights were very orange and yellowish. It seemed as if the hallways never ended until the camp conciler yelled our names and the hallway freaking cut off and we saw the bowling area.

It was a lazy wednesday and I was in the kitchen washing the dishes When suddenly in the corner of my eye I see two pairs of walking legs coming from my older sisters room, I was spooked and looked immediately to my right, and I saw.. nothing. I figured it was my eyes playing tricks on me and moved on brushing it off. But then what really sent shivers down my spine was that as I was putting away the plates to dry and I notice my ponytail wrapped around the ear of one of the chairs in the dining table. A white ponytail with a long ribbon tail tied to it that I usually keep inside my drawer. My older sister is not one use my things as much and if she did she would have asked me but these days shes been at work so she couldnt have just taken it. Its only the two of us and I havent used that ponytail in years.

Around 11pm some night in January 2026: While looking out at the Valley Cityscape with my father, a disembodied woman's voice said "hey" softly from directly behind us. There was no one there. The voice didn't feel sinister at all, more so curious. We had been there for 10-20 minutes watching the city lights, and no one was around at all that night. We left immediately after, as the atmosphere had noticeably changed.

I have never had a dream like this since this event. In my dream I could somehow see myself from the upper left corner of my window, and at the same time I was very aware of the position that I was in, as in I could still feel that I was laying down. It started off just that, but then my view involuntarily moved to the right, and there was a tall figure just standing there and staring at me. It was like a shadow, but thicker, if that makes sense, and it felt to me like it wanted to hurt me somehow. I woke up shortly after, and I couldn’t move I was so scared.

I want to preface this by clarifying a few things. I am not a hunter, but I have a general knowledge of animal anatomy and typical animal behavior. Despite not hunting, I know very well that Chronic Wasting Disease (CWD) accounts for most of what people on the internet think are Not-Deer sightings. I am also a highly logical person, and try to find logical explanations for things whenever possible. My name is common enough that I could include it here, but for reasons of internet safety, I will not be doing that. A bit of context: This happened very early in the morning, around 2 AM or so. I was in a second story room that faced the street. At the end of this street is a cul-de-sack with a streetlamp. It doesn't use bright white bulbs, but the light it provides is easily noticeable even from inside. The room I was in has a window facing the street. It's a big enough window that if there's anything going on outside, you can be anywhere in the room and still see it. I was walking around the room with the lights off while listening to music, using the light from the streetlamp outside to avoid running into the furniture. I walked past the window and stopped, because there was a deer outside in the grass. I walk at a decent clip, so I was a little surprised that I hadn't seen the deer on my previous pass of the window, but I didn't think much of it. I hadn't seen the deer walk to its current location, but that didn't mean anything. I paused my music to watch the deer. It was standing completely still, with its head up as if watching the sky. This was the first thing that struck me as odd. It continued to stand still for several minutes, always with its head up. Absolutely motionless. That behavior is easily explained by CWD, but the next odd aspect has no natural explanation that I can think of. It only looked like a deer when I wasn't looking directly at it. If I attempted to look directly at the supposed 'deer', my vision became unable to focus on it. Only when I moved my eyes away and watched it through my peripheral vision did it look like a deer. After several more minutes of watching it, during which it maintained its strange pose and continued to cause my vision to not focus if I looked directly at it, I quietly walked away and put my back to a corner several feet away from the window. I did not have line of sight to it when I was in this corner. I very quietly whispered the strange aspects of this creature aloud to myself. I checked the window again, and it was gone. I immediately turned on all the lights in the room and sat in a chair that gave me a view of the entire room and the window. The date on this is certain, because I immediately texted my friend about this after sitting in the chair. My friend wondered if I was hallucinating, but there is no doubt in my mind that what I saw was really there. I have hallucinated once in the past, but that was due to sleep deprivation, and I was aware that I was hallucinating. I was absolutely well rested when this sighting occurred. Other strange things have occurred at this location. I have lost time and have seen the ghost of a cat. Unfortunately, I believe the latter is due to the fact that some people leave their pets behind when they move. There were real cats in the house when the ghost sighting occurred, but I know for certain that it was not one of the real cats that I saw. Story for another time, though.

I used to live here as a kid. There was a formation of rocks in our garden that created a triangular shape. I could easily climb into the "cave" it created. One night I got up in the middle of the night because I thought I heard something in the backyard. I looked out the window, and I could clearly see a silhouette of someone emerging from the triangular opening in the rocks, ever so slowly. It stood still by the rocks for a moment before it slowly moved into the bushes and dissapeared. I thought I was crazy and never told anyone.

so there has always been this one rumor or myth around my old private school. a seemingly empty building with decaying arcitecture, the lands were extremely dry with dead trees and all, a huge contrast from my bright and earthy school. Sometimes during break, me and my friends would get the best view of the place from the seconf floor to observe, and caught an old lady dusting the dried ground.. it always seemed rather odd to me, as we made eye contact, but we will never know her true intentions. but either way it was just some myths created by desperate elementary students, just for fun.

So. When I was a kid, I used to have very lucid nightmares, all the time, some of them so bad I would go crying to my mother about it. But one night, it was BAD. I don't remember too much, but that dream had always stuck with me. I remember it was a dark night in my dream, the black sky starless and moonless. I was with a group of adults, just in the street, some grass and rocks off to the sides. There were no cars, and what seemed to be no houses or other signs of life there. Then, a old blue and rusty pickup truck came barreling out of nowhere from the thick fog, aiming for me. I ran as fast as I could, that rusty pickup following me. When I looked at the driver, he was cloaked in shadow, with a navy baseball cap, and he was dressed like a farmer, with no distinguishable face. I remember running to a middle school, also empty, aside from these two random girls, J. and A. The school had no name...but it looks exactly like the school I go to. And, J. and A. are now my friends. Coincidence? I think not.

This may seem odd, but nothing I've read can classify the feeling I got during this. I was reading about ghosts and spirits at a young age, and at first I believed it till a family member told be it wasn't true. Right after saying it's not true, they shiverred like a ghost was passing through their body. But like aggressively. After that, I tried acting normal and said, " yeah. You're probably tight about it being fake." and I involuntarily shivered too. The happens whenever I speak bad about spirits. Another quick example is when I said recently" if guardian angels are real, mine's doing a bad job. " i shivered when I said that and shortly after burned my hand. Anyways, have a good day and don't not believe!

When I was in fourth grade (1996–1997), my family lived on a rural property with a wide-open clearing of about five acres. Our home was a double-wide mobile home, and on its south side stood a separate cabin. The forest surrounded the clearing. Earlier that year I pointed out unusual lights in the western sky to my father. They appeared as a bright white shimmering distortion, almost like a localized aurora or rippling curtain of light in a fixed area. It did not drift like clouds it shifted internally, folding and thinning until it faded. My father believed it was just clouds. Weeks later, on a different night, my father left for the store while I stayed home with my younger brother. I heard a low humming sound outside in the forest. The sound had no clear direction and seemed to surround the area rather than come from a point. I called the store so he would call back and listen. When he did, he could not hear it through the phone. I became frightened because he said he would still be gone for a while. Eventually, the sound stopped. The main event happened days later. I was sent to bed early around 6 PM for making my brother cry. I fell asleep quickly because I was already tired. When I woke up I heard dishes, voices, and the TV, and assumed it was morning. I repeatedly checked my alarm clock but I was young and did not yet fully understand a.m. and p.m., and I struggled to interpret the numbers. Eventually, I realized it was about 9:30 PM and everyone was still awake eating dinner. The hallway light was visible under my bedroom door. I noticed it became partially blocked, then clear again, then blocked a second time as if something moved between the door and my bed. My brother was still in the living room. I could hear him and my father eating and watching TV. From the top bunk, I focused my eyes toward the edge of my bed. A figure was inches from my face. The hallway light reflected in two very large oval eyes. The head was smooth and tapered downward, shaped like an upside-down teardrop. The surface appeared uniform with no visible hair or facial features besides the eyes. It appeared to be examining me at a very close distance. I felt certain that if I yelled it would take me or make me disappear. I remained completely still and braced myself. I closed my eyes and experienced a clear scene that did not feel like imagination. I perceived a large interior space. A tall mantid-like being stood upright at a structure resembling a podium or helm integrated into the floor. It moved an arm over the surface while apparently addressing others not directly visible to me. There was no audible speech, but I understood it was communicating information or coordinating something. I opened my eyes and the being beside my bed was still present watching me. I was extremely afraid and unable to call out. I attempted for a long time to turn my head away and finally managed to. I mentally accepted whatever was about to happen and then everything went dark. I woke exhausted. The room appeared completely normal. Later I checked my brother and he had noticed nothing unusual. For years afterward, I slept completely covered with blankets and surrounded myself with stuffed animals because I felt exposed otherwise. I did not tell anyone until I was sixteen. Some people I later told reported unusual lights or strange dreams of their own. The part that stayed with me most was wondering how many times it may have happened while I was asleep.

ketika aku masih berusia 2-5 tahun,aku dan keluargaku masih tinggal di desa bersama dengan nenek dan kekek ku,pada suau malam ketika aku akan pergi ke kamar mandi(jarak kamar mandi dari kamar tidur lumayan jauh+ada lorong yang menghubungkan kedua ruangan ini) pada saat itu ada hal eneh terjadi. 1.aku tidak mengalami takut gelap 2.suara keras dari samping rumah yang mungkin berasal dari kandang sapi 3.ketika aku mengecek ke samping rumah lewat jendela aku menemukan sebuah mahluk menarik yang sedang mendobrak kandang,mahluk itu berwujud seperti anjing hitam besar yang memiliki proporsii kepala yang sangat besar,kepala tersebut terlihat hanya seperti kulit yang membungkus tulang,mahluk ini memiliki mata merah mennyala,beberapa saat setelah dia mencoba masuk kandang namun tidak berhasil akhrnya dia pergi dengan cara masuk kekegelapan hutan,saat dia menyentuh bayangan pohon seakan akan di menyatu dengan bayangan dan bergerak dengan cepat tampa suara, pada keesokan pagi aku bercerita hal ini ke teman temanku,lalu mereka menjawab kalau hal ini normal di desa ini,hal ini disebabkan karena ada semacam mahluk tak kasat mata dengan berbagai wujud yang berkeliaran di kebun,sawah,hutan,dan wilayah minim aktivitas manusia,lalu mereka bilang kalau mahluk ini memiliki berbagai kemampuan seperti merasuki,menghantui,menghalusinasi, lalu temanku bilang hal inilah yang jadi alasan kenapa dilarang berkeliaran saat malam datang,lalu pada malam hari aku dengan beberapa kasus dari kakekku(orang yang dikenal sangat mengenal mahluk tak kasat mata) kalau ada kasus kerasukan,sapi hilang,orang hilang,dan semacam masuk kedua lain karena ajakan mahluk mahluk ini,namun semua orang baik baik saja asalkan tidak mengganggu mereka

I was pulling an all nighter with my friend on call, we were talking about creepy experiences and I brought up the weirdest thing that happened to me I said "When I was in Fourth grade I was staying up all night and I looked out my window and saw a woman out there" I looked out my window for dramatic effect and a saw the same exact woman from when I was younger, white eyes, wet hair, can't see much because of dark, so I jumped to my bed and left my phone because the charger was too small, I was against another window and then I heard three taps, and the lady at my other window was gone, and I could swar I heard my name.

I was laying on a couch, trying to go to sleep, and I started hearing screaming. My house is pretty long and we have children, so I assumed it was a toddler being angry. The longer I listening, the more I realized it didnt sound like an child but a women or a girl. It got louder and at this point I was frozen. I was completely wake, I was pinching myself, reading the title of a book on a table across for me, but other than that, couldnt move from fear. It went on for like 10-20 minutes and eventually I was able to go investigate. But when I asked someone, they swore they heard nothing, not even a show. Ive also had two weird things have with my headphones. The first time it happened, I was trying to connect it to my phone, but it kept disconnecting and cutting off my music. When I put my headphones on, I could hear the sounds of fire and whispering and distant screams. I had my sister put on the headphones and she heard the same thing. I thought my headphones might connected to my computer and was playing some game audio but I didnt recognize it. And it was too early in the morning and nobody had used the computer in a good week. It happened again like a month later, later at night, while I was in my room. Same fire noises, weird whispering and distant screams. Fun :D.

So I used to see these stand things in the corner when it was dark. It was always dark empty corners tho. They would be black to blend in with the dark corner standing tall just watching me.... they gradually starting getting closer the closest they got was at the end of my bed, I always ignored them hiding under the sheets cause I was terrified, it was always when i was awake tho so it wasn't sleep paralysis.I had told my cousin abt it and she told my mom so my mom took me to therapy because my cousin had also seen those things at some point but went to therapy to stop seeing then it worked to I was token to see a theosophist I was never put in therapy but after that day i had only seen it once and then never again ill never know what it actually was but im glad it's gone and hope ill never see it again.

So this was a while ago when we moved from germany to here. I was maybe between 5-7 years old when my family was sitting on my bed in my bedroom when I noticed that something was moving underneath my bed. We didnt own any pets at that time as far as i can remember but it was still very strange. I‘m still not sure if it was just a hallucination or not but the thing that moved looked very similar to my plushie, although, it had no white spots at all like my plush.

You look around you when you are driving but Noone seems to be driving, two hours you dont seem to get any closer from these hills it's infinite this is the first time they noticed they are stuck the only way out is through the hills

You are relaxing watching the sun set, but suddenly you fall into a vast field of grass there is a stream of water you fallow it and you see it... the castle it's the only thing there the only option is the castle do you dare or be stuck here forever.

If you get the right time at the sun set it really comes to you to noclip into Normandy france but something feels off there is a giant castle surrounded by gaint mountains the only place to go is the empty castle

I sound crazy putting this here on a website full of weird shit that I don’t even know what’s really real reports, but I still want to.. just in case I’m not crazy. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been able to control the wind. I’m not making this up. The first time I noticed was in first grade, when I was mad at this one girl who was being rude to me. I just felt a weird feeling, almost like a shiver, coming from my feet to my head and then to my hands. I raised my hand and then a strong breeze blew a tree branch at her. I thought nothing of it. Coincidence probably. I started to realize that when I stuck my hands out in front, there would be no wind, almost as if it was coming from me. And another time, I wanted to freak out this one girl, so I willed the wind to rustle through the trees and I swear, I went out of my body and watched myself control it. (that’s probably the freakiest experience) As time went on, I just got stronger. I could make leaf tornadoes and then dust devils and then I remember feeling really terrible one day and then hearing on the news a minute later that a dangerous tornadoes had formed. This sounds so dumb and tbh I don’t even know what’s going on, but it’s just getting weirder. Now, I can will it to change direction (which is kinda cool when I want to fix my hair or something) and I’ve been working on changing its temperature. Does anyone else feel like they have weird powers? Is mine cool? Hey maybe I’ll become a superhero lmao But in all seriousness, I have no idea what’s going on and I don’t have any good explanation for why I have these “powers” or something. I’m going to use them for good for sure, I just wonder if anyone else has elemental kind of powers or something.

When I was like three or older, my mom used to work here. I would often be last in daycare on days she’d work late and stuff so being left alone on the playground outside was normal for me. It was Saint Patrick’s Day or maybe just the week of and I remember sitting on the tire swing, rocking back and forth when I saw something run by. I saw the grass rustling, like there was some critter running. So me, thinking it was a cute animal or something, naturally followed it. I couldn’t really see it well, but I chased it all the way around the place until it ran up a doorframe on the building. It was this little man, red hair and all, just like the leprechaun stories, but it was kinda creepy too with yellow sharp teeth and clothes made out of weird material. It hissed at me, barring its yellow fangs and ran up to the roof, leaving behind green footprints. I wanted to go after it more, but my mom walked through the door right then and when I tried to tell her she didn’t believe me. To be fair, I was a little kid and as a kid I was really rambunctious and always getting into trouble (undiagnosed ADHD until recently lol) and I was very imaginative too. Did I hallucinate this? Maybe. But sometimes, when I drive by Beaver Creek, I swear I still see the grass rustling in the same way it did when I was a little kid.

My mother and I have both been at this hotel for various work related reasons, and the only time I was there I got a horrible feeling like I was going insane, headache, couldn't think, feeling on the verge of tears, really on edge. I had no idea my mother felt the same every time she visited that place, which is fairly often due to her job, she described the same things. No idea why, haven't heard anything about it being haunted or the like. Also had a very weird experience right next to this place, at the Pisanova Centro Commerciale, our car locking us out in the parking lot.

Went grocery shopping with my mother, cashier made a remark that my mother didn't like and it made her mad. She commented that the cashier had been ridiculously petty when I asked her about it, anyhow, while it was quite a bland thing to say, I could feel she was really angered by it. Upon putting the groceries in the trunk of the car outside (in the parking lot), my mother had placed her purse in the backseat. When she closed the trunk, the door of the backseat swung shut all on its own. We weren't on a hill or anything. Before you think that the door closed due to the trunk being closed, here's the real weird thing: mom's car is recent and has all that silly tech that people love nowadays, so when the car key is inside the car, it can't lock. It's happened more than once to accidentally leave the key in the car and it wouldn't lock. This time it malfunctioned and locked. The following day the key gave no problem at all. Result: we were locked out of the car. I was still holding the eggs since mom was scared they'd break if put in the trunk with the rest of the groceries (thus I was, as usual, tasked with holding them for the ride back home). It was quite a funny image, her and I locked out of the car, my very emo self holding this carton of 4 eggs in my My Chemical Romance hoodie. But funny aspect aside, I'd literally felt the negativity sticking to us after the exchange with the cashier, and I'd been feeling my throat all closed up and all that. I get it, I'm an emo boi, all that, but it was a very strong feeling, really really horrible. Since being locked out of the car it started to dissipate. Before you think I was just scared of arguing with my mother or anything, no, we get along great, we're very close and I love her dearly. I told my mother that I thought the car had locked because she'd attracted the negativity with her anger, we discussed this, she was a little reluctant then ended up agreeing with me later. We also called my father to come bring us the spare car key from home. He showed up a half hour later, and in this time period I noticed that the flashy thing signaling the pharmacy in front of us had the wrong date, it was saying MONDAY APRIL 8TH 2000, 10:15 AM. I got very weirded out by it, and my mother and I looked up to see if April 8th 2000 was actually a monday, because I got the feeling it wasn't, and I was right: it was a saturday. Check for yourself if you don't believe me. More so, we were right next to the AC Hotel, which my mother and I agree is a cursed place. I was there once and I got a horrible headache and a sensation of going insane, really strong, like I couldn't think and I felt horrible. My mother's been there numerous times for work reasons, and she says she felt the same every time she was there. We didn't influence each other, I had no idea she got those reactions to that hotel and she didn't know I got the same thing, we discovered it in that parking lot. I think through her anger she somehow got the attention of something evil, that locked us out. Nothing major, but spooky as hell. Her vape was also dead, she'd been smoking in the parking lot and it just died out of nowhere. It wasn't old, broken or anything. So here's the experience. I wonder what Monday April 8th 2000 means?

I was on my phone waiting in the living room at 3 am for my cousin to come after the dog fell asleep(the dog won't sleep unless someone else is awake before it fell asleep). Then I saw a little girl around the age of 6 wearing a light pink dress with bows run from the kitchen to my grandmother's room (you could see the corridor from the living room and the entrance to everyone's room). The only people in the house were me, my mom,aunt, the dog, grandmother and my two cousins no one was around that age

This isn't fully my story, nor is it very recent- I'm retelling this through my eyes and memory. I only recently found out about this website, and there aren't many stories from my area. However, I figured I'd tell a story. Around last year, I was hanging out with my friend (anonymously calling her Vi). It was early morning, we were attending an event our younger sisters were at- she looked a bit shaken. I asked her what was up, she described hearing a loud dragging noise last night- like a heavy sack or bag being dragged on rough ground. It was very icy outside, with a bit of snow. She said she'd looked at it in the morning, and there were only large cat prints in the snow. Yes, there are bobcats and mountain lions in our area- but it was too close to her house. I went to her house for a sleepover a few days later. We've always had a history of staying up, so naturally we were up late watching a movie. There was a scraping sound outside, and she paused the movie and froze up. It was sickening, I don't think I'll ever get it out of my head. It paused right outside the window, I swear there was heavy, ragged breathing at the glass. Then it just went back to its activities, and eventually left. Again, large cat prints in the fresh snow. I still don't know what it was, never found a matching story. They're back this year. Only in winter. After the first snow.

This whole experience started out as what would be a fairly normal dream for me, one of my friends had gotten mixed up in the woods and I had to go after him to guide him back home. As I walked through these woods, they started getting denser and denser each step I took, until it was more like I was wandering through an uninhabited forest then a wooded path. Eventually I realized that I myself was lost, and decided to simply walk north until I could figure out what was going on. I reached a large boulder with a bridge connecting it to the tip of a mountain, and carefully climbed across. Once I was on top of this mountain I looked down to see the most beautiful thing I think I've ever witnessed, a valley between two mountains with a river made entirely out of flowers. My breath was completely taken away, and I simply sat, looking down in awe, without being able to do anything but observe, until I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked up to see a girl who looked about my age, with Auburn hair, boxy glasses, freckles, and kind expression on her face. She didn't tell me her name, but she did say she was from Wisconsin, and she knew why she was here at the river of Flowers, and she had come to peace with it. I talked with this girl for only about 5 minutes, but somehow I knew so much about her and felt I could understand her life and her struggles. Without going into great detail, I myself have struggled immensely with mental health, feeling outcasted in my family, and thoughts of self-harm or suicide. I could tell when talking to this girl that she understood me and had experienced what I had too. All the information she told me is a little fuzzy now, but I remember her mentioning being from 2010, and saying something about really wanting to come "here", wherever here was. Eventually I got up, knowing I needed to head back where I'd come from so my family wouldn't be worried, and I offered to take this girl with me, as she had told me she wanted to explore more of the wood. She agreed, and we started to head back across the bridge between the boulder and the mountain, and to what was left of the path I was on. The minute I stepped down from the boulder to offer her a hand and help her down, however, she disappeared before my eyes, and something in me told me she could never leave the mountain, that that was where she had to stay. I managed to find my way back home, but when I ended up there, no one could see me. I frantically waved my hands in front of everyone's faces, tried to speak to people, etc, but nothing worked. I was invisible, gone. I woke up frantically, confused about what all of that dream could mean, and decided a simple Google search about it could maybe bring to light whatever my mind was trying to communicate. I tried to describe the river of flowers, I tried to describe the woods I was in, I tried to describe the sensation of being invisible, but nothing came up that even resembled what my dream was like. It wasn't until I looked up a description of the girl I had met, and typed in some of the things I remembered her telling me, that I found an image. Tears started streaming down my face in shock as I looked down at my phone to see an exact picture of the girl I had met in my dream, someone I had never seen before, but there was no denying it was her. This started a rabbit trail for me, and I found out this girl's name was Mackenzie Rae Marken, and that she had gone missing from Wisconsin in 2010, about a week before I had had the dream. She had struggled with self-harm, she felt outcasted in her small town, and she desperately wanted to move to Chicago, the city that I live in. As I read more and more, I was finding more and more connections between who she was and who I am, and every time I would say her name aloud to an empty room, I could feel in my soul that somehow she was there. One of my chosen names is Ray, her middle name was Rae, I was born in 2010, we both have sh marks on our arms, she was 15 when she went missing, my age when I had the dream, she had two little siblings, like me, and many other connections that I cannot write off as coincidence. I am not an immensely spiritual person, but something in me knows, that sadly, I do not believe this girl is alive, and whatever that river of flowers is, is where she is now, at peace.

It was when I was in second grade, we were heading to parent teacher conferences, my fav! Let me give you a layout of my school street, a long street, houses alover to the left, a school sidewalk and a sign to go slow, then a bit up are the front entrance, then up is they parking spots and the little kids playground. A small blue and red set of monkey bars and a small slide, then a playground set that's orange and black. To the far back of the school is a forest and a graveyard. Ok anyways, we were on the way to parent teachers conferences,but I felt somthing........... It was like, my stomach. My heart. My insides ekt like they sunk deep. I felt them sink. I was confused but I now realize, it was the first time I felt genuine fear. Not spider fear. Life or death fear. My eyes widened, what was happening, soon we were at the parking spots, I clutched my bff necklace for comfort, then put my hand on my chest to feel my heart bouncing like a rubber ball. I got out with my coat on,then the air shifted, s subtle night to wind. No trees were blowing tho, just me, I turned around stepping above the curve, I felt somthing look at me, try chill in my spine, my sunken heart,then somthing caught my eye asi looked around adjusting to the darkness of a late 6pm December night. It was---somthing. Not somone, she, or it, was sitting on the tall orange slide, it's deep black eyes Piercing as its head turned slowly from it being backwards, looked at me, it's mouth opened and it's frail dry lips, it's mouth, and eyes where hollow, she was pale, translucent pale, long black hair showing the corners of the eyes and a bit of her mouth, a long white bloodstained dress with fresh blood still dripping of the end. It was no human , it tilted its head, my heart raced it was bouncing, then running, then basically falling out of my chest, my eyes wide , my breath paced then. It stopped, I couldn't breath. I couldn't breath. I couldent breath. I couldent breath. I thought I was going to die, my vision grew bad and I saw things stuffy and greyish, then a glowing red light from the things eye looked at me, then I felt it. It felt like somthing shot my head, then pulled my skin apart and drank the blood from me. I heard my little 4 year old brother get out of the car. I couldn't let him. I got the stregnth after toppling over to move, grab his hand and ask if he saw it. He nodded, I saw a tear go down his face, but my vision only got worse, I squeezesd his hand more, I heard a high pitch sqreech, then I was back to normal my parents got out of the car, I hugged my brother and I squeezed my mom's hand until we were in the school. I still remember that face. S face of a devil. S face of a ghost. A face of fear. A face of my... my fear, my almost death. I can't forget about it. I'm already half crazy from it.

Ive walked around this park hundreds of times but now ill never walk around here again at night, sometimes ill hear whispers in my ear there telling me to do crazy things, and ill see things out of the corner of my eye. Its terrifying and its skin is something unholy with eyes that make hair raise on the back of my neck. Sometimes it and the whispers have been following me home at night, a few years back it was watching me sleep through the window. I dont know if this thing is tied to me or if its just trying to harm me but I cant help but hear screams from down below when ever its near. I think its something from hell and I swear ive seen ghosts that beg me for help, they all have differnt colors though. Be careful

The sky was dark outside. If I had to guess I’d say it was 2-3am. I felt cold - ice cold. I looked left into the bathroom mirror and saw in my peripheral vision a white shape. It was human, I know. It was short like a child with a white sphere head and a slender body. I thought it was fake, a trick of the light and my tired mind for waking up so early, so I returned to bed and slept. About a week later, I was walking home. Then, I can’t explain how but I just knew I was being followed. I turned and again a white human shape in my peripheral- quickly disappearing. This continued for weeks: each time slightly closer. Before it finally stopped. I don’t know why but it has disappeared. It has stopped.

The Legend: Local folklore speaks of a "Skinny Kid" who haunts the grounds of what is now Evergreen Park. Before it was a park, this land was the site of the Huntington County Infirmary (the "Poor Farm" or "Evergreen Manor"), where the county’s destitute and unwanted were sent to live. According to the legend, and what I heard growing up, a young boy—likely an orphan or a ward of the state—was subjected to brutal abuse by the staff. The story goes that as punishment, they locked him in a cage outside during the dead of winter. He was left exposed to the elements and froze to death, alone in the cold. The Haunting: Locals say you can still see his ghost near an old bridge close to the site. He isn’t described as a menacing spirit, but a tragic one. He is often seen moving across the bridge, as if he is still trying to escape the Manor or finally find his way home. Historical Context: The "Evergreen Manor" buildings were demolished in the 1990s, but the site still holds a pauper’s cemetery with many unmarked graves of former residents. The "Skinny Kid" is believed by locals to be a spectral memory of the neglect and suffering that occurred at the Poor Farm. Experience: I saw the Skinny Kid, almost translucent while driving over the old bridge to east of Evergreen Manor. It was brief, but he was there. Standing on the side of the bridge, almost to the edge where he would have dropped into the water. He was there, kind of illuminated, but not casting light on nearby objects. Hard to describe. I always heard the stories growing up in Huntington. Seemed silly at the time, but a good spooky story. As a teen we would go out there before they tore it down. Definitely some weird energy. It was definitely a story in the 90s. when I was a teen, but I still, from time to time, hear about him from the younger generation. The details change, but the core remains. People still drive out there. But the legend seems to have diminished somewhat. But a few years ago, a kid going to Huntington North, swears he saw something similar, where the old bridge use to be, with his girlfriend. Take it how you will.

Trinidad is an old mining town on the santa fe trail with a lot of old buildings, so i have no doubts that it's haunted. It also happens to be my hometown. I won't share the exact address this happened at for respect to the new owners of the house, but I've dropped the pin in the same neighborhood. I need to establish some context for this story. The years between 2020 and 2025(current) were tumultuous and stressful, my life was completely uprooted twice, and there was a period of time when the house (built in the 1940s, it felt like a fortress to me when i was younger) sat uninhabited for a few months. My family had to go into hiding after some drama with a domestic abuser, and there was a considerable amount of negativity around. We had to return to the house a few times during this period and one such trip was to install better security cameras after a neighbor told us she'd seen flashlights moving around in the yard. This new system required wifi to be able to be checked remotely, and a friend of ours had been trying to set some up for a week before we gave up and called a technician. Not ten minutes before the technician arrived, our dog caught and killed a skunk, so the first hour of his visit we spent working outside washing the dog while he set up a dish. After that, we got back on running wires for the camera, one of which required drilling through a foot of concrete and brick into the basement crawlspace, and as the smallest person in my family, i was elected for climbing up there. The basement is a hallway with stairs coming down one way with no outer railing, then on the opposite end there are a few closets. The crawlspace access is in one of these closets, a tiny cabinet door set five feet off the ground. The inside is about three and a half feet tall, maybe four at the deepest end. The ground is a slope of dirt and rock. It's only the size of the room above, but when we opened it we found some old cloth and a vintage toy doll stroller, old enough to have been made with sharp metal pieces. I had to use a stepladder and my sister helped me into the hole, and we were using our cellphones to communicate from either side of the wall, as my sister ran tools between us. While on the call, i was waiting for my sister to bring the drill to my side and i heard a staticky child's voice that didn't belong to either of my family members. It said "I'm alone down here, are you?" I was shocked and more than a little scared, so i didn't say anything about it, and when it was time for my sister to come downstairs and help me out of the crawlspace, i angled myself with my back to a corner of the crawlspace where i could see the other three corners and out into the hall, towards the stairs. I stared at a fixed spot on the floor and watched for my sister coming around the bend in my peripheral vision, and i looked up and out into the hallway because i saw something tall and dark come around that corner, but it was gone when i looked up, and my sister came around the corner ten seconds after. I didn't say anything until i was out of the hole, and thirty minutes later the wifi technician asked if our house was haunted. He'd apparently tried three different radios in his car, and all of them worked fine until he brought them inside the building. He offered to sage our house as well. This was not my only experience in this house. Years before, when i was a child, I'd had a friend over and we were playing with legos in my room after midnight. We were being quiet so to not wake the rest of my family, but we both froze when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I remember meeting her eyes as the footsteps crossed the hall and stopped outside my door, but when we both got up to check there was nobody there. More recently we saged the house, and my grandmother set out salt lamps in the hopes that they'd help. One night before the house sold, we had to spend the night there and I'd been hearing footsteps out in the hall while we'd been playing a card game. It had been bad enough that i got up and closed the bedroom door, and right before bed i moved one of the salt lamps right outside the door. It was five minutes before it went out. I was watching the line of light under the crack in the door when it happened, and i was so spooked that i didn't get up to check it until the morning. When i did check it, i pulled the wiring out of the bottom of the lamp and it came right on, and i touched the bulb out of curiosity and the glass was so hot it burnt my finger immediately, as if it'd been on all night. The light also came on like nothing had happened, and i checked it for loose wires, of which i found none. I don't think the ghost in the basement is a child, based on the voice and the tall figure i saw on the stairs. I think whatever it is, it's pretending to be one, and I'm glad that i do not live there anymore.

This has happened over and over, I came to ignore it thinking nothing of it, But I started to think more of it and the strange often events. I thought maybe my family was just joking around with me, till my friends did the same thing. So, there was so many shows/movies i've watched before with my friends and family, but they don't remember some of the shows. And some of these I remember to the last detail, like 100% I have seen these. One time I googled one, it was just made that year which would be impossible I watched it as a kid. Then another time I talked to my family like a week ago before this about a show they didn't remember, and when I came out to the living room they were watching it?? The craziest part is they said it was a new show! Like it just came out! I am confused why's everything I watched as a kid now just coming out? How'd I watch them before it happened? And was something else the cause of it?

This has been happening to me for a while now. Some time ago, I was sleeping and dreamed that my mom needed my house keys. I woke up, went to talk to her, and a little while later, she actually asked me if she could borrow my keys. Months later, I was doing Sudoku and counting the numbers out loud when an ad came on TV saying the exact same numbers at the exact same time. But then nothing similar happened again... until now. It's happened three times in the last few days. I had gone to the bathroom and thought, 'My Dad is going to ask if anyone needs the bathroom, and I'm going to reply, "I'm already in the bathroom."' I didn't think much of it... until it happened word for word. A few days later, I was in Art class working on my project and thought, 'Someone's going to get up, come over to me, and ask if everything's okay,' and suddenly, it just happened: a classmate from the back of the room got up, came over to my side, and asked my colleagues next to me if everything was okay. Cool and creepy. And finally, maybe it's a coincidence, but I was lying in bed with my eyes closed but awake and I thought of the name 'Richard,' and I thought, 'That's not a very common name, I guess.' Then I woke up, turned on the TV, and a show about a man with the surname 'Richards' was on. I don't know what's going on.

Back in high school, I was given the opportunity to go on a three day hiking trip with a bunch of classmates. On the first night of the trip, it was cold and wet, around zero degrees Celsius. The moon was almost full so the valley we made camp in was fairly bright. Everyone was asleep and I woke up to go bathroom. After I was done, my attention was fully set on the ridge across the river. For reference, we were the only group on the nearly fifteen kilometer trail, the particular part of the ridge had no trails leading to the area, and was very dense with foliage. There I could see a tall figure, almost half as tall as the surrounding trees, with a abnormally skinny frame and a clumsy yet silent gait. It walked along the ridgeline where it were to stop and look at me, then walk deeper into the forest where I lost sight of it. After that night, the following two days went by without, at least I did not see it, anyone seeing or even knowing about it. But, the morning of the final day, I remember seeing large branches, over three meters long, broken yet they were fine the day before, no storm not even a breeze occurred the two nights there. Or fallen trees moved in ways that we could not have. But no one seemed to notice these changes, or ever claimed to saw the same thing I saw.

alright so when i was a little child i was sitting in the doorway of my room playing lego or some shit i think anyway from the other room adjacent to mine in the hallway i could see my dads shadow coming from inside the room. it had this weird colourful static to it tho, kinda like when a motherboard fries on a laptop. it was calling to me in my dads voice, i don't remember specifically what is was saying but i think it wanted me to go to it. After that i don't remember what happened. I guess i probably ignored it because i'm still alive/mentally stable-ish and later my brother and my mum mentioned having similair experiences with talking shadow figures. My brother almost the exact same as mine and my mum seeing a weird shadowy child so ye. (also, my dad was definitely at work during all of the encounters.) anyway thats it for me :3

so i have three dogs.and one time i was on my couch and my dogs started to go nuts and were barking at my window,nohing was there.but then,i saw a dark shadow sprint across the street.i was freaked out but as soon as that was over my tinyest dog isabell,litterly stared into my soul for like 10 seconds but then she looked away but i was freaked out so i just locked me and my dogs in my room for the rest of the night.

I was in 1st grade and was in a summer camp. We were all wearing yellow t shirts and were playing by the lake, then the camp counselor called us to go. But I saw this girl who looked like 12 wearing a long, lacy, Victorian dress and blood red vintage curls. I talked with her at this creek for a while, she told me her name was Rose and told me some insightful shit (dont remember). Then my camp counselor yelled at me to not be at the creek alone. I yelled back that I was with Rose but he just yelled “no one’s with you”

I found this walking around and it looked cool

I was hanging out with some friends, when suddenly, I looked to one of them and there are silver tears pouring down their face. They’re silvery like how pavement is when it’s really hot. The tears travel really fast down their face in two neat lines. I’m known to see things, but never as clear as that. Kinda shook me for a second.

A 8 foot tall woman with long black hair and pale skin

It was a few weeks since I went to this camp, it was at a college mainly for the arts trying to get people around the same age to gain friends in their art/talent. I was one of the youngest here, only two other people were my age. This made me feel out of place, though strangely after this camp this night was odd. It was late at night and the sun had already set, I was taking a shower but I heard a scream... I ignored it just thinking it was my brother. When I got out though he was already asleep, I just brushed it off thinking it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Then I got to my room preparing to go to bed, a knock on my window. I ignored it once again, then it sounded as if something was thrown at the glass. Immediately I moved the curtain looking out the window, nothing was there. I ignored it again saying it must be my mind or I had to just be tired. But then I went to sleep, this dream is something I think about ever since it happened. I was back at that camp, though so were others and some who weren't there. People from my past who couldn't have been there, but it felt as if they were real. Their words, their actions, everything was them. Till a knock, similar to the one on the window that night and everyone turned to me with these crazed smiles. Then came the scream, loud high pitched and I covered my ears eyes shut trying to block the noise. I opened my eyes again, it was chaos, running, screaming, weapons, till a shot rang out and I turned to see who it was. His face and the weapon in his hand clear in my mind, a image I cannot forget. And suddenly I woke up, my breath racing as if I was actually injured. Looking around the room was dark, a loud bang of what I assumed to be the power came from outside. I turned to my lamp trying to turn it on, nothing, I grabbed my phone in hopes of something, it read 9: 00 am exactly. I set my phone down confused, it couldn't be that time the sun would've already been up. I rubbed my eyes in hopes it'd change as I looked outside, no only the sight of a figure in the distance, then the figure made a ringing deafening sound as I looked at it. I passed out, waking up at 9: 01 am, looking outside, the figure wasn't there, the sun was up, but the knock came again before I got up trying to ignore what just happened.

I used to run a dnd campaign with my friends so on that day it was a Saturday. We were hanging out playing dnd and eating snacks and I decide to look out the window and across the street there was a cat that was orange that had I think seven legs.

So I was in bed trying to sleep right? Well I go to sleep (finally) and I wake up in my room, there’s a woman in the corner, blood all over her face and hands, I screamed but nothing came out, she then said: “(name) needs you, please help her…” so I jolted awake in a cold sweat, I called (name I won’t dox her) and she was in the middle of a sewer slide attempt, would’ve died if I hadn’t called her, by far one of my craziest experiences.

I was on my way to school, my brother checked the hour next to the gas station and it was 7:01 so I rushed because the door closes at 7:10 and we were still relatively far. When I got to the door I was surprised to see it open and checked the hour, it was 6:56 and the class hadn't even started. After I got out of school we checked our phone's clock to see if it was changed but we had the same time with some seconds of difference, plus my friend said she got to school at 7:05 and I was already in the classroom.

i can’t remember where we stayed, somewhere in the french quarter. drove all the way from north texas for a concert. stayed in a hotel. the first night we stayed there i had a dream. i dreamt i was in my garage. my dad and my brother were both there. in this white barrel (one we actually had at our house and still own) there was a black sludge. the sludge seeped out of it, it was stuck and gooey. with a gunshot, a woman crawling on all fours shot out of the barrel. she was in a white nightgown and had flowing black hair coated in the same black sludge. i woke up and told my mom about the dream, my dad asleep on the far side of the room from us (he had gone to sleep earlier, sleeping separately so nobody woke anyone up.) later in the evening i told my dad about it. he told me he had dreamt of the same woman, though he refused to give any details of the dream…

i was in my bedroom, doing laundry. my basket of clothes was on my bed and i was folding clothes. my bedroom door normally stays closed but i was cleaning that day and moving in an out often so it was open, i was standing at an angle, slightly facing my bed and slightly facing the door, which otherwise would have been out of view. i can see the door in my peripheral. i go to pick up another item i was folding, as i go to stand up (at the time my bed was low to the ground, i was replacing my bed frame so my bed was simply a mattress on the floor, so i had to bend down to reach the basket) i see a figure in my doorway. my heart rate spiked and i knew it wasn’t just the trick of the light, it was a dark figure that had disappeared. i went about my laundry as normal, nothing else had happened. i’ve got a feeling this figure was my grandpa. my mom had said before my grandpa was the type to do that… to haunt me. he died before i was born but were oddly similar. once before this encounter i heard a thump against my window. it was night time, i’m on the second floor and it couldn’t have been a bird. the blinds were closed. i don’t know what made the noise.

for many days in a row i kept having dreams of odd places. i’m not much for dreams in the first place but it’s weird i had multiple in a row. i hadn’t changed anything. not on medication nor was i changing my sleep schedule. i had dreams of being with multiple people, nobody i remember, in either dark places at night or abandoned places. always there was the threat in the back of my mind of something. an entity or some other force i was supposed to be afraid of. each dream was a different place, each dream i was with someone. one dream i remember vividly. an attic, basement sort of thing. i went downwards to get to it but it was an attic. that dream i’ve had twice, once way before this which i do not remember the date of, and recently in this strand of dreams each day.

I was working a late-night shift at a school one night. And see, this school is basically neighbors with a church (5 min away). But I was walking around where the middle schoolers usually go. And there are windows, and one is a window that faces the other side of a wall with another window. And then some technical stuff. But I'm looking around, cleaning up messes, when I hear my name being called-- in the owner of the school's voice. But that's weird. He's not here at these hours. But I call back his name either way. But I get no answer. After a couple moments, I'm putting some papers away, and I see someone in the window. I look back and see this older man, covered in black, just staring at me. But after a moment he walks away and leaves. I thought that was the owner, but he didn't look like that. And I walk towards the window and look outside (it was open) and see no one. And it's strange because it was the middle of fall, crunchy leaves everywhere. it's concrete for the walk up to the window- and it's a rather long walk too. So now I don't want to go in there alone.

We were outside on a fairly cloudless day for after-lunch recess. Me and my friends were playing tag when, out of nowhere, the daylight turned to night. Everyone, including the adults that watched over us, were totally dumbfounded by what was happening. Kids were freaking out and honestly, I thought it was the end of the world. It was so creepy, that they actually ended recess early to bring us inside. I remember one of the girls taking cover under a desk for some reason, but I think she was just so freaked out and confused. There might be a pretty straightforward explanation to this. In order for the day to go dark, something needs to block the sun. At the time, the first thing I did was look up at the sky to see where the sun went. What I saw was a dark, circular cloud hovering directly above the school. Kind of like in the movie Independence Day, but it didn't look like an alien spaceship. It looked like a very dark cloud. What always stumped me about that was this not being a thunder cloud. There was no rain or lightning at all. Not even a sprinkle. It was like a giant umbrella showed up out of nowhere and blocked the sun for a bit. And it wasn't just typical shade, as it literally felt like dusk came early that day. To this day, I have yet to come up with a rational explanation.

So for some context my grandfather had passes away a year before this happened but back to when it happened my grandfather had recently passed away but I was about 6 when this happened so younger me didn’t understand the concept of death so of course I didn’t cry but one night I woke up my bedroom has a door and next to the door is my bed and across my room is my closet is I woke up in the middle of the night and looked around my room and my eyes landed on my closet one side of my closet door was open and the other was closed the side that was open was closet to me so when I looked over I saw my dead grandfather standing there he had this glowing white outline with almost a starry look around him when I blinked he was gone but I never got to say goodbye to him when he died so I think he was saying goodbye for the last time since I never got to and while writing this I feel like I’m going to cry

A bobcat Centuries old More like a panther in form Wings of bat, horns of goat, claws of iron The fae despise, the wicked loathe Protector of the forest, known and unknown A family It is tied to, eight generations here Followed from farm to neighborhood, It holds us close All it asks Is that you, stranger, leave no trace Unless permitted By those it gives grace Ask the amber eyed panther, she walks on two paws She will tell you the story And through her claws you will see And you shall learn The moon twined bobcat panther Its story may burn bright throughout The mind of Its human dear Its always echoing call throughout The forest in which she lives near

A few years ago before I had moved house, I had this really weird dream. It's kinda hard to describe but I was in a Forest with a shed Infront of me, and behind that shed was a big mansion (like the woodland mansions you get in Minecraft, sort of) and I remember that I went into this shed and there were these small wooden dolls of some of my family members, I remember one of my granny, my mum, my grandpa and my brother. They were in a crate that was shallow and wide like a plater. Beside the crate with the dolls was an old style dial phone, it was a cream white. I picked up one of two of the dolls and examined them, suddenly the phone rang so I picked it up. It was my brother but in my mum's voice, "granny's died -my name-!" He said. I started to cry and before I know it I wake up. I think before that bit there might have been a bit in a labyrinth or something and I can't remember what the conversation was after my brother told me my granny died.(don't worry, she didn't actually die. She's still alive and fairly healthy) Anyways now we time skip till a month or two into this year (2025, the year I'm writing this in) and me and my brother are sharing a room at my dad's girlfriend's house and we talk about until I bring up the dream I had when we were younger. Guess what he said? He had had the exact same dream that very night! Anyways, thanks for reading my dream. Have a good day/night! :3

Me and my family were watching Bluey episodes, and I saw a new one that I haven't watched. I said, "Hey, can we watch that one?" And they all said that I wanted to watch that one over and over again, but I don't remember that. We argued for 20 minutes, then I finally got them to let me watch it. Later, all of them said that in the past, I wanted to watch it over and over again.

I always enjoy a good walk or hike, and enjoy exploring places I haven't been before. Just down the road of my old home, there are a pair of fields with an access path separating them that leads down to a section of woods on the edge of Paint Creek Park. I was walking along the outside of this small section of woods when I saw an entrance into the woods. But the reason I saw it was because as I was walking along, I FELT something to my left and subconsciously turned to look. Despite feeling weird, I stepped into the woods thinking I might find some mushrooms. As soon as I stepped in, it was quiet and I felt on edge. There was a weird bit of a trunk that had grown around fencing, and close by, a hunter's seat up in a tree that had been clearly abandoned for a long time. I moved past with caution and promised I would take a quick look and leave. I got not ten steps further in when I heard a voice behind me. "Hello-ooh!" The sing-song voice of a woman called from what sounded like it had come softly from the edge of the woods near where I had entered. "I can see you!" I froze in place for a moment. Did it come from across the field where the other house was? It would sound further away, and there was another section of woods which would have muffled it. The words of my Grandmothers echoed in my head: "If you hear a voice call to you in the woods, no you didn't!" I took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out. I didn't go back for over a year, and when I did go back, it felt just as weird. I didn't linger long, and I don't really want to go back.

I have also had incidences in Akron and into Kent where upon passing street lights, they would go out on me, or if they were already out, would turn back on. I also would cause static on radios so much so that they would eventually change to the next station completely. I even demonstrated this to my husband, to which he replied: "Hon, you're so creepy!"

Ok so i don't remember the beginning of the dream but you know how its bad if you see time in your dream? well i did and i was walking down this hallway at my old elementary school (the hallway on the left) and i looked down and was holding a chromebook/computer and i looked into the corner were the time is and it was 2:30 and then i looked up and there was this human , or human like thing in front of me and then i woke up, and then later, i had a dream were i looked at my alarm clock and it was 10:00, soooo I'm a bit freaked you know

So, of course I am back in this town, been here for half an year and already had multiple encounters. The first event happened in the first week back, one of my brothers and I saw a figure shaped like a man but as tall as a street lamp within the fog in one cold snowy evening. He saw it first and pointed out to me, I just told him to speed up his steps, that we needed to get to our father's immediately. Whatever it was had it's head turned to us, it's eyes growing like a street lamp. Half of me thinks that what it wanted us to think it was. The second event happened in April while I was at my job, I was on lunch break and was taking it outside. At the end of my break, as I got up to go back again, a woman's scream echoed through the parking lot. At first, I thought it was one of my coworkers. As I searched the parking lot, there was another scream. I quickly did a headcount and asked around but no one else heard anything and everything was accounted. The town is somewhat known as a college town so I quickly brushed it off as some college students playing a joke. In the weeks following, no one said anything about screams so I wrote it off and continued on. The third event was in May, while on my way home from work, an owl swooped in front of me and just stopped a few feet away from the road, which seem unusual to me. The next night, a dead cat laid right where the owl stopped me the night before. I took that as a sign and quickly did a cleanse when I got home. The fourth event was in late July, after a week in Texas, I had suddenly decided to develop sleepwalking the night I came back. I have no history of sleepwalking, and none of my family has sleepwalking to my knowledge. The fifth event was in August, I had just gotten home from work when I heard whistling, it sounded afar but unusual. Something seem off. Then the moment I closed the door, a dog tried to come through the living room window. It turned out to be three or four, one of my brother and I chased them off but not before they killed one of the neighborhood cats. In the following days, a number of dead cats in the neighborhood jumped. For a pack of dogs, this is expected but to have their dead bodies stacked outside my door was unusual. Specifically since there was no bite marks or injuries to these cats. The sixth event also took place in August, later in the month. I had woke to one of the cats meowing, and after every meow, something spoke back to her. It spoke in a language I did not recognize and in the tone of a woman. They went back and forth until I finally rose from my bed and told my cat to quit. I haven't heard it since, but my cats had developed a need to escape through the front door every chance they can get. And lastly, the seventh event. Something has been off the entire day, it felt as if something was going to happened but never did. That was until I got into bed, listening to music as I sorted through photos. I have the flashlight on my phone on for some reason, don't really know why, when suddenly I see the light bounced off a set of eyes from across the room. It was high up, six feet or so. As I casted the light in that general direction, it disappeared but sitting on the table below where I saw it was one of the cats. I know for a fact that what I just saw wasn't my cat, even if she stood on her back legs she is too slow to reach the same height that I saw it. Needly to say, I burned some sage and said a prayer for protection in my home. Whatever this is needs to end, it is getting out of hand but has finally got my full attention.

On July 19th, I went to visit the Roman theatre of Lisbon. It was incredible to also visit the part of the museum that had the capitals I had studied; seeing them in person is amazing after having studied them, it's like you understand how important they are. After we finished at the museum, we were leaving and my mom noticed that you could enter the Church of São Domingos. I went to join my dad who was sitting on one of the benches inside the church. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something on the altar. I didn't keep looking, but I saw it there must have been something there. I started to get that feeling between my eyes, at the top of my nose, the same feeling I always get when I see something. The rest of the day was normal. Later on, I had a dream about something I can't remember. But I do know the word Diem appeared, and with my eyes still closed, I wondered, "What could that mean?" Out of nowhere, my brain wouldn't stop repeating the phrase "Carpi Diem." I thought it was German and that "Carpi" was the Pokémon. When I woke up, I decided to ask an artificial intelligence what the phrase meant. My question was, "Does "Diem" mean anything in any language?" The answer was, "Yes, Diem means "day" in Latin. It's a very well-known word, especially from the expression "CARPE DIEM," which translates to "seize the day" or "enjoy the day." I HAD NEVER HEARD THIS BEFORE!!!! For the rest of the day, I was left with that incredible feeling of the supernatural, a sort of lightness.

I keep having these dreams of my dog being a skinwalker. One was short when I was walking out on my porch with my sister and our dog and another dog which looked exactly like our dog was both bouncing on their hindlegs and my sister screamed: Skinwalker! and it attacked. In my second dream it was a skinwalker dog and nobody believed me. I also had another thing that happened to make me believe it. It was night at my house and I was brushing my teeth. My parents and sister was in her room and only the bathroom light was on. Then I heard the cupboards of my kitchen opening and closing when nobody was there. Except my dog.

My dad's uncle had just died and he was like 2 or 3 and he said he remembers a cigar floating in the air. His uncle used to smoke cigars.

I have a friend who all the time says she sees things in her house. Her grandpa died in that house and she has a really dark basement with a bunch of old dolls in a hole in a wall kinda like a shaft. Well we saw things sometimes too. Now we teased each other about it and I was a bit more outgoing than the rest so I decided to take my computer and start playing daisy bell. At this time I had the most looming feeling of dread come over me and flickers of black came to the side of my vision, and I ran out of the room with my other friends. Well we had to come back down for my computer so I came back down. My spotify was on mixed but the crazy thing is. It was playing another instrumental spooky song, 'the merry go round of life.' Out of all 300 songs it chose that one. It might be spirits or something else. Or im just crazy. Who knows.

Knock on the door So i was in my bedroom with my little sister and the time was about before our alarm to go to school, so i was stirring about to get up, that's when I heard a rapid knock on our door. I assumed our dad was waking us up, which was a bit weird usually he went in our room to wake us up, but anyways I got out of bed told my sister to wake up and started getting dressed. When I was dressed I opened the door to go out. All the lights were off. And my parents were still asleep. #2 Voices It was night, my parents were staying up late and I was reading at this time. I was about 7. Well as I said I was reading then I heard a voice say: "Mom," Confused I looked at Lauren under my bunk bed, she was sound asleep. Then my mom came into the room and asked if I needed her. I shook my head. We had both heard it. By the way our house has a photo of a friend's dead grandpa as a baby, its a family joke to say it was 'Grandpa baby.' But there is a possibility, it was this time 'grandpa baby?'

perdoe-me se eu errar alguma palavra tudo começou quando eu tive um sonho com minha avó. Sonhei que estava no velório dela mas estava só eu. ( era um pesadelo, e um trauma sendo revivido, mas nesse trauma tinha pessoas ) quando percebi que estava sozinho, fiquei triste por relembrar algo que não queria nunca mais lembrar. após isso fui ate o caixão e vi que estava fechado quando eu cheguei mas perto, algo começou socar de dentro, cair no chão de medo, mais eu ia me afastando, mais quanto ia me afastando as abatidas começaram a ficar intensas. E com isso acordei, porque faltou energia so na minha casa mas nem liguei. Mas com isso, rapidamente foi chegando a tarde, e a minha família saiu pra fazer compras para fazer a noite do sushi, e com isso fiquei só em casa, mas do nada o meu celular desligou. Eu achava que por conta que a minha casa estava sem energia e com tudo isso não coloquei meu celular para carregar. Então fui ate a casa da minha avó, por que era bem do lado da minha casa, e era o lugar mais perto, chegando lá fui até a porta para abri-la e, quando tentei abri-la não dava por que estava trancada( detalhe, a porta só fechava por dentro.), logo estranhei porque não tinha como está trancada, ainda mais por dentro não tinha ninguém lá dentro, mas pulei a janela e coloquei o meu celular para carregar na cozinha e ligou a rápido, ai fui conversar com um grupo de amigos no whatsapp e como sempre quando estou conversando coloco o volume no mínimo. A onde estava carregando o meu celular tinha um corredor que dava para sala de estar, e estava todo escuro e a sala estava com uma luz muito fraca, tá bom, quando menos espero escuto a minha avó mim sussurrar meu nome ''Hugo'' nessa hora nem virei por que acha que era aquele sonho que estava afetando meu psicológico me atormentando e nem dei bola, não demorou nem dez segundos quando escuto ela me chamar pelo meu apelido que ela tinha dado que ninguém sabia além nos dois , que ela sussurrou assim ''filhotinho''. Com isso eu fiquei todo arrepiado e pálido, quando virei , olhei direto para a sala da onde estava vindo o sussurro, quando olhei vi só a metade da cabeça dela e um pocou da cabeça dela que estava no direito da parede da sala de estar. fiquei paralisado de tanto medo, eu só lembro de pular a janela da casa e corri para fora da casa. Após isso minha prima que morava naquela casa entrou pela porta que estava trancada fiquei com mais medo, por que eu tinha certeza que do que tinha visto fora que vi ela passado pela porta que estava trancada, minha prima certificou todos os cômodos para ver se tinha alguém, mais não tinha ninguém na casa além de eu e a minha prima agora. pode me chamar de doido ou que estou enlouquecendo, mais tenho plena certeza do que vi naquele dia.

I remember it so clearly veen tho it is now 2 years ago. I remember feeling sick ecause of the intense humid climate and going home early before my family finished eating at the restaurant. I went to bed and woke up to a strange light in the corner. I kinda freaked out and got scared. The a shadowy person appeared that was hella scary. Anyways since then i have not felt real and dreamlike :/ idk what happened it was probably just a weird fever dream.

It was a normal night, I had brushed my teeth and taken my medicine. I fell asleep quickly(wich is strange because even with melatonin pills I don't fall asleep that fast) And in the moment what I thought was me just waking up in the middle of the night: I was dreaming. It was one of those dreams where you wake up in where you fell asleep nothing really feels out of the ordinary, I don't know why but I immediately went to the window and that specific windows was facing the gravel road leading up to my house. I opened the blinds like I was looking for something, in the dream I struggled with the blinds because they where bent and awkward to use, and I saw a figure on the gravel road: they weren't moving when I saw them, just kind of twitching, balancing their legs like when a statue is slightly nudged off balance. I never knew why but in the moment I wasn't as afraid as I thought I would be, but the siluhetted figure I thought was facing the other way just turned around and walked into the tree line and blended in with the forest. I woke up the next morning right before the sun had risen and looked out the same window trying to find them, fortunately I didn't. The figure on gravel had been facing me He went into the forest facing away from me

Mon ami a vu par la fenêtre du dernier étage le visage d'un démon, il a été terrifié et depuis il ne peut plus passer dans cette rue ni même regarder cette fenêtre, il m'a dessiné ce qu'il a vu et je n'ai jamais eu aussi peur de ma vie ! J'ai fais des recherches et j'ai contacté le dernier habitant de cet immeuble ( environ 2009 ) qui m'a confirmé qu'il y avait selon ses dires " une présence paranormal dans la pièce au dernier étage " et ma également dit " Je ne suis pas le seul au courant, l'ancien propriétaire le savait, en ce qui me concerne, je suis très intéressé par le paranormal, donc j'ai fais en sorte de prendre le dessus sur cette entité. il s'agissait d'une présence assez lourde mais sans manifestations." Aujourd'hui je ne sais pas s'il y a encore quelques chose mais cette personne était la dernière a y habité et quand je lui ai demandé s'il pensait que cette chose y était toujours il m'a répondu qu'il ne voit pas pourquoi elle n'y serait plus. J'aimerais tellement en savoir plus sur ce que mon ami a vu a cette fenêtre mais je n'ai pas le dont de voir cela.

Mon ami a vu par la fenêtre du dernier étage le visage d'un démon, il a été terrifié et depuis il ne peut plus passer dans cette rue ni même regarder cette fenêtre, il m'a dessiné ce qu'il a vu et je n'ai jamais eu aussi peur de ma vie ! J'ai fais des recherches et j'ai contacté le dernier habitant de cet immeuble ( environ 2009 ) qui m'a confirmé qu'il y avait selon ses dires " une présence paranormal dans la pièce au dernier étage " et ma également dit " Je ne suis pas le seul au courant, l'ancien propriétaire le savait, en ce qui me concerne, je suis très intéressé par le paranormal, donc j'ai fais en sorte de prendre le dessus sur cette entité. il s'agissait d'une présence assez lourde mais sans manifestations." Aujourd'hui je ne sais pas s'il y a encore quelques chose mais cette personne était la dernière a y habité et quand je lui ai demandé s'il pensait que cette chose y était toujours il m'a répondu qu'il ne voit pas pourquoi elle n'y serait plus. J'aimerais tellement en savoir plus sur ce que mon ami a vu a cette fenêtre mais je n'ai pas le dont de voir cela.

My mom was arriving home, and I heard her in the building's hallway. I usually open the door for my parents before they knock because I think it's funny, so I went to check through the peephole to see if it was her. It was her, but she was talking to our neighbor. I don't know why I kept watching and listening to their conversation. It was one of those polite chats you have when you don't know someone very well. My mom had her back to the door while she was talking. At one point, I heard my mom's voice, normally and with the hallway's echo, saying, "There's a ghost at the door." I looked over at the neighbor's door to see if I saw anything, but I didn't, and the neighbor kept talking. After my mom came inside, I considered not saying anything because I was eavesdropping on a conversation that wasn't mine, but I finally had to ask. 'Why did you say that to the neighbor?' I asked. 'What?' she replied. 'I heard you say there was a ghost by the door.' 'DO YOU THINK I'D SAY THAT OUT LOUD?' she said. 'Are you sure you didn't?' I insisted. 'I didn't say it. If I had, the neighbor would have said something, right?' I was both shocked and thrilled. My mom explained, 'That happened because we're very connected, so you picked up my frequency.' It's still hard for me to believe, but I've heard similar stories since then.

[ CLICK ] [ RECORDING BEGINS. SUBJECT SEEMS TO BE IN AN ALLEY, TRAFFIC IS HEARD IN THE DISTANCE. ] Statement of.. Emiru Clarke, regarding the world afte-[[STATIC]]... Statement recorded by subject June 1st, 2025. Statement begins. It… it's done. I thought I wouldn't survive it, but… well, I'm here now, aren't I? [[STATIC]]-re gone, locked in… I don't know where.. but I can still feel- and see- their influence over the world. No one knows we're still alive. When the P-[[STATIC]]-were long gone. He carried me the whole way.. [ E.C LAUGHS ] Much like a sack of potatoes, to be honest. I couldn't sense anything, but [[STATIC]]-new. We made our way across a world recovering from [[STATIC]]-o where it began.. and it was out of the very same wood of that cabin he made my funeral pyre. It hurt.. but not like [[STATIC]]. I could feel flesh pulling away from bone, and as I burned, I found out I could see again. I didn't know how much I could miss my heartbeat until it restarted in the ashes of the pyre. [[STATIC]], but every few weeks, I get those urges again.. and when I submit to them, more charred flesh falls off to reveal scarless skin- a blank slate, so to speak.. but there's this growing pain in my shoulders, like something wants to push it's way out of me. I haven't seen him again. I don't want him to- Ah!! [ E.C GROANS, SLAMMING HIS HANDS AGAINST SOMETHING- A WALL? ] [ BOTH THE STATIC AND HIS PAIN INCREASE TO AN EAR-RENDING CRESCENDO. THE RIPPING OF FLESH CAN FAINTLY BE HEARD. ] Oh…. Oh God. [ SILENCE. NO STATIC EITHER.. BUT IT FADES BACK IN AFTER A FEW SECONDS. ] Wh…. Are.. are these wings? … well. Guess it fits what they've been calling me now. You probably know this is a fake name, based on what I've said. I'm [[STATIC]]... Archangel of Fear. [ RECORDING ENDS. ]

Before Farrar school became well known through the ghost hunting youtube community, it had always been a place my friends and I went when we needed an adrenaline rush. One night, in the middle of the summer during COVID, about five of us decided to try to sneak into the school one more time. We drove to a remote parking lot a good mile away from the school and walked the rest of the way. Right when the school came into sight, one of my friends swore she saw a figure by the main entrance. It couldn't have been an owner or maintenance person because there was not a car around that we could see. We continued to creep around the outside until we were finally able to find a loose window. One of the guys boosted me up and I was able to slip inside. But immediately, something just felt wrong. It was horribly hot inside, despite it being a cool night after many days of rain. I noticed that all the lockers on the wall were open, and before it could register in my mind how strange that was, one of them slammed shut on its own. I jumped back out of the window as fast as I could and we all left as quickly and silently as we had come. We all were pretty shaken up and all slept in one bedroom that night.

I have had multiple strange encounters here in Malacca (we spell it as Melaka but let's stick to the European name) but none have really been as strange as this one. Basically at February 10th 2025 I was sleeping in some hotel near Jonker Street as a small family trip when I had a strange dream. I was half-awake and half-asleep and at times the ceiling would blur into my vision before I suddenly went back into dreaming. In the dream I woke up at 1AM but for some reason it was bright and sunny outside and it was for some reason New Year's so some guy called 'Kaisler' made me and my brother open presents. When I asked Kaisler about the time he told me to brush it off and that 'someone else has leaked into you'. When I asked him to elaborate he suddenly pulled me into his body and I was in some kind of void and there was a really bad sensation, as if I was being stretched in all directions. At first when I woke up I just brushed it off as some goofy dream and went on with my life until 2 days later I'm scrolling through Instagram when one of my favourite filmmakers (not written here for anonymity but it's easy to find who) had the exact same dream except 'Kaisler' wasn't there. I felt pretty weird after that. But one of his recent videos show a character whose last name is 'Kaisler' so I'm not really sure? I have never met this strange dream guy in my life.

Basically I had a series of strange dreams about a guy named Kaisler. The dreams started during the 12th of February while I was in Malacca on holiday. Basically in the dream it was sunny at 1am and for some reason it was New Years and Kaisler appeared and told me and my brother to open gifts. When I asked him about the time he told us to brush it off. When I woke up I felt kinda weirded out because this dream was more vivid than my other dreams. At first I tried to ignore it (after all, itz just a dream) but then apparently a favourite filmmaker of mine had the exact same dream. I felt kinda strange after that.

My neighbour died and I was sleeping. I had one of his paintings hung above my head for a long time. The night he died the painting fell on my head.

I have always been uneasy in my house for as long as I can remember. I’ve experienced several unexplainable things in my childhood bedroom, from objects falling of shelves and strange creaking sounds to what I think are ghost sightings, so i wasn’t that surprised when this happened. I had two pet frogs but unfortunately they died a few years back and I was left with their glass tank. Instead of throwing it out I kept it and decided to put plants in it and a few glow in the dark figurines. This tank has been on my dresser for probably about a month before the bizarre flickering happened. I woke up from a nightmare one night and I couldn’t go back to sleep, I looked over at the tank and saw that the glow in the dark figures were pulsing with their green light. Dread consumed my entire body. I thought I was dreaming and I poured water over my eyes to wake myself up. But It steadily continued. I tried getting a video of it with my phone but it was too dark. I quickly left my room. I took them out the next morning and I haven’t seen anything like that again.

It started when I was walking home through the village one day at dusk. It was midwinter so it was barely light enough to see but the few streetlights that worked lit my way well enough. I was approaching the lane which ran up between two graveyards, and when I walked underneath the streetlight, it flickered and turned off. I was already eager to get out of the dark and this scared me but I just laughed it off as a coincidence. It was only as I was getting further from it that it turned back on again. (For context we moved to the village 9 years ago and this was the first time it had happened.) This was not the last time it would happen. For next few months the same streetlight would change when I passed under it, and return to how it was as I left - too many times to blame faulty electrics. One time my phone even started glitching and died on 27% battery. Nobody believed me at first, and those who did said it probably had a motion-sensor but if I walked under it with anyone else it would not do anything. Then one evening in February I was walking through the village with a friend and I told him to wait behind and video me. I passed under it and it turned off (when watching the video later I noticed the bamboo next to it shake violently as it turned off). I walked back to my friend triumphantly - it was the first time anyone else had seen it - and it turned back on. We then figured out it would not work with both of us under it but if he left it would change for me again. These occurrences stopped a few months ago, but I still don’t know if I was the one causing it to go haywire or if it was something from one of the graveyards trying to talk to me… I’ve done some research since and my experience is similar to a phenomenon called street light interference, or the SLI phenomenon.

Moro na rua faz tempo, durmo ali perto da praça da Catedral, num banco de concreto que esquenta com o sol do dia. Naquele ano de dois mil e vinte, quando a peste fechou tudo e ninguém mais saía nem pra olhar o céu, fiquei sozinho com os pombos e os anjos. Era de madrugada, devia ser três e pouco, não tinha viva alma na rua. O vento parou, e o ar ficou grosso, pesado. Levantei a cabeça e vi a catedral acendendo por dentro. Não era luz de vela nem de poste. Era luz azul, saindo das frestas, das cruzes, até do chão. Tudo tremia, mas sem fazer barulho. De repente, a igreja toda começou a se erguer, devagar, como se tirasse os pés da terra. As árvores não balançaram. Nem os cães latiam. Subiu uns dez, vinte metros, depois sumiu numa fumaça clara, que nem nuvem de remédio fervendo. Fiquei parado, sem piscar, até o sol nascer. No outro dia, a catedral tava no mesmo lugar, como se nada. Mas eu sei o que vi.

**Relato de Lúcia de Paula – Maringá, 1984** Meu nome é Lúcia de Paula, tenho dezenove annos, trabalho no armarinho, e venho contar o que vi com meus próprios olhos na madrugada do dia primeiro de novembro deste anno. Subi a escadaria da catedral pra rezar, pois andava com peso no peito e sonho ruim me rondando. As portas estavam entreabertas, e lá dentro não havia vela acesa, só um brilho azulado que vinha lá do altar. Me escondi atrás de um pilar, sem fazer barulho. Vi três padres juntos, mas não eram padres. Começaram a tirar a roupa e junto dela vinham as peles — como se estivessem descolando a cara, braços, tudo. Por baixo era corpo magro, cinza, sem boca, só olho grande e fundo. Um deles estalou os dedos e do chão subiu luz forte, como clarão de estrela. Fiquei parada, com a mão na boca pra não gritar. Eles falavam sem voz, um som direto na cabeça, como eco de pedra afundando na água. Um deles vestiu de novo a pele, ajeitou a batina e foi pra porta acender as luzes da igreja. Saí correndo pela lateral e nunca mais entrei ali. Eles não rezam. Eles vigiam. — L. de Paula, escrito à mão trêmula, sem contar a ninguém.

**Relato de Custódio Ferreira – Maringá, 1984** Eu me chamo Custódio Ferreira, filho de José do Engenho, e venho contar o que me sucedeu na noite do dia vinte e três de setembro do anno de mil novecentos e oitenta e quatro, estando eu com vinte e dois annos feitos. Vinha a pé pela rua atrás da catedral, voltando da casa de um amigo com quem joguei dominó, quando vi luz forte sobre o bosque, coisa que não era farol de carro nem lâmpada de homem. Me aproximei, curioso, sem temor no peito, pois sempre fui descrente dessas falas de alma penada. A luz aumentou, ficou branca como leite fervido, e tudo à volta silenciou — nem grilo, nem vento, nem o próprio pensamento fazia ruído. Senti um puxão no peito, como se corda invisível me arrastasse pro céu, e minha vista se apagou. Acordei deitado n'um leito frio, cercado de figuras altas, magras, de olhos grandes e pele cinza. Nenhuma boca se mexia, mas as palavras me vinham dentro da cabeça. Falaram pouco, tocaram muito. Enfiaram coisas nos braços e nas costas. Sentia tudo e nada. Era como sonho doído. Quando despertei de novo, já estava largado num canto de terra batida, perto da avenida que desce pro centro, roupa suja de barro, relógio parado, e o dia quase clareando. Vomitei três vezes, e os olhos ardiam como brasa. Desde então não durmo direito. O tempo passou, mas sinto que não me devolveram inteiro. — C. Ferreira, escrito em silêncio, no mês de outubro do mesmo anno.

**Relato do Céu Aberto sobre Maringá – 1984** Na noite de oito d'abril do anno de mil novecentos e oitenta e quatro, sendo já por volta de sete horas e meia da noite, firmamento claro e o ar parado como se o tempo houvesse esquecido de seguir, eu, Joaquim de Almeida, morador deste bairro velho próximo à catedral, estava a varrer a varanda de minha casa quando notei uma sombra que não era de nuvem nem de ave. Ergui os olhos e vi no céu um disco de metal, liso como prata polida, parado sobre a cidade, sem emitir fumaça ou barulho algum. Pairava como coisa viva, sem bater asas, sem tremor, tão silencioso que até os cães calaram-se. As luzes do objeto mudavam de cor — primeiro brancas, depois um âmbar fraco, por fim um tom de verde que doía na vista. O gado na pastagem próxima se agitou, e as galinhas no quintal bateram asas sem rumo. Minha esposa, Maria das Dores, saiu à porta chamando meu nome, pois a luz estranha entrava por entre as frestas. Durou pouco, talvez um minuto inteiro, mas pareceu mais, como se o tempo houvesse sido suspenso. O objeto então se ergueu sem esforço, numa reta pura, e sumiu como estrela fugidia. Ficamos ali parados, sem fala, só com o som do nosso próprio peito a bater. No dia seguinte, ninguém quis falar. Uns riam, outros calavam. Um vizinho disse que ouvira vozes dentro da cabeça, mas depois negou. A rádio não deu notícia, e até hoje dizem que foi coisa de visão fraca ou espírito do mato. Mas eu sei o que vi. E quem olhou pro céu naquela noite, com coração limpo e olhos firmes, sabe também. — J. de Almeida, Maringá, no anno do Senhor de 1984.

When I was younger I would use to see tones of ghosts now I just feel them and hear them. The land I use to live on had old farmland before with slavery so it was there was some evil entities there. (Also I’m braking this up into 3 pieces) 1.So basically I don’t remember this part but I would run up to my mother and tell her about this old women knitting in this rocking chair that we still have today. I can’t remember her but I would see her pretty frequently. 2.there was this one time, this one actually scared me as a child and still scares me today, I woke up because I felt uncomfortable in a creepy way and turned over to adjust myself back to sleep but I open my eyes and see a figure as tall as the door frame blacker than black and it was DARK in my room. It looked darker than the dark walking in my bathroom back and forth and when I blinked and closed my eyes to go get up and go to my parents room it. Was. Gone. Also I don’t know why but it liked messing around with me and my mom the most. 3. You know those things that spin around the baby’s crib at the top and hangs down from the ceiling? My baby sisters and brothers had blue birds and a silver rim. But there was definitely something attached to it. In the room that it was in my old dog would not go in there it was a cold room and worst of all was that is NEVER stoped spinning it would always spin day and night. Before we moved into our new house my mom had burned the thing and made sure it was done. But the dirt year or so I kept hearing Ming things whisper to me like hello hay or come here something like that. Then this one time I heard my name loud. And clear once in my left ear the next in my right so then I ran out of the room to my dad but he said he heard nothing but he was In the bathroom next to my room but it was a loud whisper. Then the next week later you know what my mom found? One of the paper blue birds in our playroom of our new house. Then burned it. Anyways thanks for reading this :D