One night I couldn't sleep well and I was up crocheting at around 12:45, my brother sound asleep (we share a room) before the sounds started it had been silent, the way where you can hear it pounding in your ears. It started small, like distant giggles in the yard (I could look out the window, it was next to my bed) I stood on my bed and looked out the window (our room is halfway underground, so the windows are VERY low) and saw nothing. I sat back down and thought that I was hearing things, it was really late after all. It slowly got louder, the more I got up to check the louder it got. It must have noticed when I stopped checking or saw me, because I heard it hop to the window (You heard me right) Loud bounding hops that shook the ground. I heard whatever it was get down on all fours and laugh it's heart out into my window. I knew it was real because it woke up my brother, we didn't dare move so we just stared at each other. It went on for what felt like forever. I didn't know the time since my brother's blanket moved and covered the alarm clock when he woke up. I was shaking so hard. I got up as slowly as I could on my bed to check the window, I don't know what came over me. I pulled up the blinds (I closed them after I gave up, then it whatever it was came over) opened, the window, and screamed "LEAVE US ALONE!" but nothing was there. -Greyson Boyd Taylor 7/5/2025 (when I wrote it)

I went to this small village with my family (my cousin and his fathers too) to eat at a restaurant. We used to go to that restauran often, and whenever we went we spent the rest of the day there. The place was pretty far away from any big cities or urbanizations, and it was surrounded by nature. After eating, me, my sister and my cousin went to have a walk on a road that lead to the outskirts of the village with almost no houses. We started the walk around 6pm. When we decided to head back, the sky was already completely dark (maybe like 9pm) and my cousin spotted some weird lights forming what looked to him as a portal. I was little, so I was very scared and I didn't look for it. These lights were far from us, but still far from the village. Another time we went to that village, we also had a strange experience. We were at the town's park, which was close to the church, and we heard voices (as in a chorus, but it was only one voices). This would be normal if it wasn't for the fact that it was already night and the gates to the church were closed and there seemed to be no one inside (no lights, and I think the windows were closed too).

I was spending some Summer days at a friend's house with my family and theirs. I don't clearly remember when it happened, but it might have been a few years ago. The house was in a small village with a river crossing around it. It felt very empty, as it's only habitants barely live there and only go on holidays. It was at night, maybe around 1am, and my sister and her friends decided to play Ouija (they didn't have the board so they used an app). When communicating with the supposed spirit, it started giving very exact descriptions of the area, and straight up describing the house and its rooms. After they finished playing, they came to the room in which all of us slept except the adults. That night all of us experienced strange things, such as a suitcase randomly moving, hearing noises from the bathroom, and the noises as if someone was knocking the walls. When we woke up, we told the adults about it, but none of them said to have woken up to go to the bathroom at that night. Overall, whenever we go to this village strange things happen, and always at night. I remember other time we were on the car on our way back to the house on that village and my friend's dad said to have seen a dead fox (or another mammal) inside of a wheel near of the road.

I don’t remember much, but (according to my dream journal), I was in a field or something with some girls and mentioned something about my current reality and one of those girls grabbed me and ran as fast as she could (at a superhuman speed), talking gibberish, until I woke up in a panic. I still have no idea what this means exactly, but a few days before this happened I saw a TikTok video of a woman saying she experienced the exact same thing which is crazy.

I was lying in my bed thinking I had just woken up from another weird dream, but I instinctively knew that something was wrong and I wasn’t alone, because I couldn’t move my head or even fully open my eyes. Someone appeared beside me (I know because I felt a human-like warmth) and whispered, “I know you and you know me.” I was so terrified I just continued to close my eyes and whoever it was quickly disappeared. Idk whether that was just another weird dream or an actual spirit reaching out, but it was all just very scary and weird to me. Nothing like I’d ever experienced before and that’s saying a lot, coming from a very vivid dreamer.

This is so crazy! The guide on one of the tours around the prison made our group stop in front of one specific part of the prison and told us about how a woman named Martha Rendell was convicted of child abuse and executed despite insisting on her innocence. He then unexpectedly mentioned that she still hasn’t left the prison and pointed at the window to chapel. I didn’t know what I was supposed to be seeing at first but there she was, an unmistakable wide smile on a dark, shadowy figure, staring down at us from the window. This was probably the first time (at least in a while) that I have seen a ghost that clearly, and it definitely won’t be the last..

I had the worst and most scary night staying here for my school camp. For certain reasons, I was made to sleep in a small cabin by myself, seperate from all the spacious dorms other students were staying in. To make matters worse, said classmates were convinced that the campsite was haunted, especially the fireplace in the cabin I was staying in. Right before we would all be dismissed to our rooms, we were herded into the cafeteria for a fun trivia game to the end the day. However, about half an hour into the quiz, a power outage occurred throughout the entire campsite and I was forced to retire to my allegedly haunted abode. Like the anxious middle schooler I was, I stayed up almost the entire night, sitting on a chair pressed against the door, leaving frantic voice-messages for my mum. I refused to sleep as I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. When my smartwatch finally ran out of battery, I was left in the pitch-black darkness. The rest of the night, I lay awake in my sleeping bag, accompanied only by the breathing and faint whispers of whatever was in that fireplace.

I have no idea why, but ever since that one school trip to this camp, I’ve been having strange dreams about going back to it again. One dream was about me reuniting with the people (mostly my friends) in my original cabin, having our cabin leader and trail leader too. It was snowing and we were going on a hike in the woods nearby. We stopped at some sort of place with a garbage can and bench, and my best friends and I came to go look at something nearby. I don’t exactly remember what it was, but we were running away from it, back to our trail leader. Another dream was when our parents came with us to outdoor ed, but there was a pool for some reason? A bunch of people were in the cafeteria place, and suddenly we were nearby the pool while it was snowing. An emergency alert started to blare from all the devices in the area all of a sudden, and they all exchanged scared glances. I had no idea what was going on. A recent one I had was when the grade was going to this camp again, except it was way different. It was hot and sunny all the time, and we were given these necklaces that could revive us. Once we were put in our cabins, everything was going wrong. For some reason, all the cabin leaders were going insane and starting to kill people in our cabin. My two best friends and some other girls in my cabin were killed. On the final day of the trip, we tried to look for their necklaces that were said to revive the killed people, they were all broken. So, we glumly returned home, knowing we would never see them again. It’s strange how I keep having camp-related dreams…

I was on a walk in the cemetery, passing by a memorial to veterans buried in the cemetery. In a circle of recently trimmed bushes, I saw what seemed to be a person picking up bush trimmings from the ground. They were sort of androgynous and on the shorter side with light brown skin and poofy dark hair a bit above their shoulders. I thought maybe they were an employee, because they were wearing what a landscaper might (jeans and a T-shirt), so I called out to them, asking if they happened to know where the oldest parts of the cemetery were. Slowly, they turned to face me with their eyes open very wide. They didn't walk towards me, but all of a sudden they were closer. It was really freaky-it seemed as if, all of a sudden, my brain didn't want to let me perceive this person. They weren't transparent or anything. It was like static, it was like an error code message, it was like they were there and not there, it was like I was walking a line I hadn't known existed. I got very hot and faint, and I heard someone say "you shouldn't be here, leave, hurry," and then all of a sudden I was back at the graveyard entrance crying and shaking and throwing up with no memory of having gotten there. What was this? I hadn't been drinking or smoking or anything, and nothing like this has ever happened to me.

I was at the restroom at chick-fil-a when all of a sudden- SLAM! The baby changer thing in the stall I was at fell down by itself. The soap dispenser was dispensing itself- and to make it stranger, I WAS THE ONLY ONE IN THE RESTROOM. Later, when I came back to the restroom, the doors started slowly creaking by itself and I was the only one in the whole bathroom. I still think about this time…

I can’t remember the exact address of the event but i was like 8 years old and i was home alone with my uncle and little brothers and i was walking around my house when i saw a shadow dash across my uncle’s bedroom. At first i thought it was my uncle but then i remembered he was outside. I ran to my brother’s room and grabbed a plushie (i was 8 ok?) and sat in a corner when i saw shadowy feet run across the room and disappear while my brothers watched adventure time

I was letting my dogs out at around 11 PM. I was looking a the moon and I saw a weird orb out of the corner of my eye come out of no where. It was right next to the moon, it was a gold/orange light that, after a few minutes of me just awestruck staring at it, multiplied and 2 white orbs emerged from it. up until then, none of them moved, but after the 2 white orbs appeared, they started moving. 15 seconds later they faded and disappeared. I still wonder what I saw to this day.

This field is really cool. It’s not exactly a 10/10 liminal space tho, there’s still buildings in the background and if you walk more down Dwight road you’ll even find a train track. They occasionally have cows in the field to eat the grass and I can hear them moo at night lmao. Walking the sidewalk on this field is VERY every at night though. One night me and my buddy were walking down it, there was this weird part with no light and tress surrounding. What really made it cliche though was that there was a random lightning strike that happened out of nowhere off in the distance, it was one of those weird ones where it’s not raining or anything and it’s from electricity or whatever tf. I wouldn’t say drive an hour + to see this feild, but if your somewhat local and really enjoy liminal spaces it would be a cool thing to go see.

So my dad had just gotten in a bad accident where he fell and broke a bunch of bones and my mom just found out she was pregnant with twins. We had no house so we were staying with my grandma. The night my dad fell, I wasn’t aloud to go to the hospital with them, mind you I was only 6. So I got to have a “sleepover” with my grandma. We stayed up pretty late because she was trying to help me have fun since I was pretty worried about my dad. We were in the kitchen at around 1:15 AM, and we were making milk shakes when we heard a loud noise from the back of the house. She lived out in the middle of nowhere and only had one neighbor that was kinda far away. So she went with me to investigate and a huge flower pot was knocked over but there was no way for it to fall over because it was extremely to heavy for one of her cats to knock it over and she couldn’t even lift it up herself. Then another noise from the kitchen. When we got back the blender was on but it was unplugged… I started crying because it was really scary and I was 6! So we got in bed and it was about 2:30 AM by now. She was rubbing my head and then she just stopped. I asked her why but then she whispered, “Look at the curtain…” I looked over and there was a huge black shadow hovering on it. She asked and we both saw it! She immediately turned the light on but it was still there. Then she grabbed a fly swatter and grabbed my hand. She just started chanting, “WE ARE NOT AFRAID OF YOU LEAVE MY HOME!” Over and over. Then it sort of faded and to this day I still have no idea who or what was in her house. I also have not talked to her in like 5-6 months because she is a narcissist:(

At around 4 in the morning, I witnessed this large creature with slim long legs standing on all fours in an awkward position, it appeared to have a face similar to a wolf. I was standing there staring at it confused on behalf of what I was looking at while it was staring back at me, then for a moment I looked elsewhere and once I look back to where the creature was it disappeared.

I was with my Dad, at a YogurtLand as it was a tradition of ours to get frozen yogurt after a long week. We got our yogurt and got in my Dad's truck, I turned of an episode of Gravity Falls and my Dad looks up and says "Wow, look at that woman's dress. Its very pretty" I looked up and saw a woman in a yellow floral dress, she was walking towards a Trader Joe's and fidgeting with her wallet, but I didn't see her go in or out of the store. After a few minutes my Dad looks up again and says "look up" and I do. The same woman was walking in to the same store, fidgeting with her wallet. I don't know if maybe she just forgot something but neither my Dad nor I saw her walk out of that store. In short we quickly got outta there.

Eu estava na praia com minha família meu pai ensinando muay thai minha irmã brincando na areia e minha mãe jogando, eu olhei para cima quando eu estava na água eu vi um objeto voador não identificado no caso um OVNI aí eu contei tudo para minha irmã minha mãe e meu pai detalhe a minha mãe estava grávida no momento aí depois quando eu voltei para água eu simplesmente olhei para cima do lado sul né aí depois que eu avistei de novo OVNI desconhecido desapareceu tipo poof!.

Um dia eu estava na praia com minha família (meu pai ensinando moay-thay,minha irmã brincando com amigas e minha mãe jogando,ma tá) eu senti algo me observando aí eu olhei pra cima e vi um ovni nas nuvens eu disse pra minha família mas quando olhei de ovo ele foi pro lado sul e *poof!* sumiu! Agora tenho 11 e tenho visto uns tipos de humanoides e relações amorosas.

I'm still not sure what to make of this. I'm not really the kind of person that believes in this sort of stuff. I was working night shift at the time, and had been doing so for about half a year. People say that going nocturnal can increase one's potential for hallucinations, but I hadn't been experiencing any negative side effects from the schedule change at the time. My usual routine involved waking up at 11:00PM or so, dragging myself out the door at fifteen minutes to midnight, and biking down S Grand Ave to the Safeway at the south edge of town. For a good portion of that ride, I'd be right on the border of the expansive, shallow hills that surround Pullman. The night sky would stretch out wide, and the tall grass on the closest ridge would whisper quietly in the wind. It was a beautiful sight, and I enjoyed being one of the only people to see it so regularly. One night, however, I saw something I found completely inexplicable. It was mid-winter, but the snowfall had melted away enough for me to be able to ride my bike. I set off and puffed along the empty street, my breaths condensing into thick clouds as I pulled out of the neighborhoods. I was late, and midnight was approaching fast. I was nearly there, waiting in the left turn lane along the edge of those rolling fields, when I froze. To the south of me, something in the sky was glowing orange. It looked like a series of streetlights, arranged in a rectangular pattern. If there was a mass of something underneath it, I couldn't tell. It was suspended in the air, unmoving, maybe 40 or 50 feet up. It appeared to be no more than 200 yards away. As I looked on, shocked, the lights towards the bottom of the supposed object began to move: a second layer tilted down from the first, as if a hatch was opening, facing forwards. The lights began to shine more intensely as this happened, as if the object was lit up from inside with a paler, yellow hue. I didn't know what to think. Curiosity told me to ditch work and run out into the fields to try and find out for certain what was happening, but a pit in my stomach began to form. What would happen if I saw something I shouldn't? Should I even be seeing what I already am? Apprehension crept over me, and my mind began to spin. The light turned green then. Instinctively, I made my left turn. Feeling as though I was being watched, something told me the safest thing to do would be move along like I hadn't seen anything. I got to work, put it out of my mind, and began mindlessly stocking shelves again. I rolled home a couple hours after sunrise uneventfully, as the rest of the town began to stir and the rumble of cars filled the street again. Sometimes I wish I hadn't turned away, having never had another experience like this since. The curiosity does still kill me. I wonder what would've happened if I had been braver at the time.

Observed several “orb-like” lights change brightness and direction while hovering. At first, they appeared to be solid white or yellow lights. After five minutes they looked more reddish orange and weren’t moving around as much as. My daughter said she felt “something watching her without turning their head”.. I agreed but I was just glad that I got to watch them back!

I live Ina fairly small house. One with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, dining area, kitchen, and a storage space. My family (Mom, dad, and younger sister) have lived here pretty much our whole lives. I'd never experienced anything strange until last night. It was around eleven pm, and I was in bed, listening to Spotify and scrolling through Pinterest like always. I was about to turn off my bedside lamp and go to sleep, but I head a sound outside my window. I have a cover across my window so no one can see inside, and no one can see out. I was a bit shaken, but I wasn't that scared. Thinking that it was just a tree scraping against my window or something. So, reluctantly, I pulled back my curtains, and I was not ready for what I saw. It was a pair of white, glowing eyes out in the inky black darkness of the night. I swear, it looked around six to seven feet tall. Absolutely humongous. I could, almost silently, hear me name being called from it. In my mother's exact tone. Assuming that I was just hallucinating from not getting enough sleep, I retreated back to my bed, and pulled the curtains shut beforehand. To this day, I don't know what I saw. I did some research, and thought it might be a Wendigo of some sort. I do believe in myths, the supernatural, and aliens, but I never thought I'd experience it for myself.

We have a cabin that we come to around every month, living on the island part time. It's about over a hundred years old inhabitaed by many family members before us. Around the time I was six, I was sleeping on the couch with a sleeping bag overnight. the living room and the kitchen were attached by a big no-door entryway so you could see the kitchen from the couch. It was late, maybe eleven PM and I was looking out the window towards Active Pass. I was already scared out of my wits from sleeping alone. No one was awake in the house, my parents were sleeping in the other room, and everything was silent, there was no draft or doors/windows open in the house, when suddenly from the kitchen, near the stove, I hear a loud clang of pots and pans, like someone hitting them together. It was only for a split second and I turned towards the stove. No one was there.

I was playing cards with my sister and I saw the same card I had in my hand in my sisters. Like it was the exact same card with mirrored colors

Haunted by a nice ghost. He helped my sister find her earrings. Basically just made noise sometimes. Super nice.

Little kid (looked about 8 or 9) in khakis and a blue long-sleeve shirt, swinging on the swing, occasionally rubbing his eyes. Was alone and disappeared after about half an hour when i returned

This is a pattern of sightings, visions, dreams, and assorted encounters that happened over several months. While they were happening most frequently and intensely, Nyx summarized them in their Notes app. Most is copied from there with some changes for easier reading. All names of living people have been changed. No one involved was ever on any psychedelics/hallucinatory drugs or alcohol, and no one had ever been known to have hallucinations when unmedicated. These events occurred at Breakneck Cemetery, which is across the street from the local high school. Most sightings, if unspecified, were seen by Nyx from the study hall of this high school, which has large windows facing the cemetery. All events are described from the perspective of Nyx, although some accounts were informed by other people's experiences. Prior to this experience, Nyx was a skeptic. Most others had prior experiences. Bird was very experienced. Most people mentioned are in high school. First, from study hall, Nyx witnessed what they described as "a person/dog thing, black, not racially but literally the color black or very dark, running very very fast on all fours in the graveyard from a gravestone to behind a tree" The next day, they saw "a taller thing, also very dark, long-legged, walking floatily in about the same spot" Nyx and Bird decided to go to the graveyard out of curiosity. About a week later, they went. Soon after entering, Bird heard a cough in the graveyard that belonged to neither of us. Nyx did not hear the cough. No one else was around. Walking deeper in on the back path, Nyx saw a woman on a picnic blanket from afar. She was 'laying down on her back propped up on her elbows. She was white with dark hair, and she looked relaxed.' Bird did not see this even when both were looking at the same time. We didn't bother her. Still on the back path near the oldest graves, we heard whistling from the woods. Bird whistled back and wanted to go into the woods. Nyx didn't think it was safe. Nyx saw the first of what we came to call 'Leroys', after a meme in which a character sits in a similar position to one witnessed later. Nyx described it as 'very short, about 3/4 of Vamp's height (Vamp is very very short), also dark-ish, humanoid figure, watching us for a split second from behind a tree like 100 feet away from the path. It was gone when I looked back.' Both heard whistling from completely the opposite direction, the main graveyard closest to the street. Bird thought that it wanted us to go that way and that we shouldn't, but Nyx needed to get picked up to go home, so we went towards it. Both heard footsteps and crunching leaves not belonging to us. Both felt watched from behind (the woods). Bird saw 'a small dark thing like a chipmunk or a bird going very fast near the veterans circle' (a memorial to the many war veterans buried in the graveyard). In a circle of bushes also in the veterans' circle, Nyx clearly felt more than saw a person that was not there. They described them as 'a young teenager, maybe 14, very light brown skin, poofy wavy short hair, sitting cross-legged in the bushes looking at something on the ground. They seemed cool and looked sort of like a friend.' Both began feeling uneasy. Nyx got nauseous and felt a weird sensation in chest. (Both are unsure whether this happened on the first or second trip, but Nyx saw something inhuman move around the side of a parked car. Bird is unclear on whether they remember seeing this.) Nyx looked back and saw another Leroy watching from behind a tree closer to us. Bird saw a white woman in a long blue dress moving around 'ghostily'. Nyx saw her, but as if she was a real person, not transparent at all. Almost out of the graveyard, Bird's bag suddenly exploded. Things fell out onto the ground, and their calculator broke. While Bird was cleaning up their bag, Nyx heard something say their name very clearly. Bird didn't hear it. Leaving, Nyx heard something say 'no' several times. Bird didn't. Out of the graveyard, Nyx felt as if there were hands around their neck. Both felt weird afterwards. A while later, both returned with tarot cards and Palo Santo wood for answers. We heard light whistling as we went in. Nyx says, 'I was feeling a lot. I don't know how to explain but it was like I was connected to the graveyard in a very weird way? Things were in my head that were not supposed to be there. It was like I was a conductor or a messenger or something. Stuff was going THROUGH me. Weird shit.' We went down to the river. Bird tried valiantly to light matches to burn the Palo Santo but couldn't. One lit well but the wind blew it out immediately. Bird thought it was weird, but Nyx assumed it was just wind. Went back to oldest part of cemetery. On the way we found some very long spiderwebs stretching from the tops of the tall trees to the ground. Bird also thought those were suspicious, and they thought that the cemetery looked differently arranged. Nyx didn't notice much of this, but they were distracted by the aforementioned sensations. Bird wanted to go into the woods to do tarot, so we did. We passed through a very dead area full of dead plants with a very creepy vibe. We walked to the creek. Bird expressed feeling 'alone, isolated, separated from Nyx' even though we were close together. Nyx got the feeling that we shouldn't go any further, so we stopped and started doing the tarot by the creek. Bird asked questions-'who are you? Do you want something?' A branch snapped after a question once. Nyx describes their feeling at this time as 'Bird kept doing tarot things but I sort of left. I was still there, of course, but I felt in front of me something-a woman, tall thin, once human. She felt sort of blue? I don't know if she was the lady in blue Bird saw, but we've been calling her the lady in blue. She seemed worried about us. She touched my cheek and I felt safe. Then she was gone and I told Bird about it, and they directed questions to her, but I don't remember much.' Then we felt weird, afraid, just bad allaround. Nyx says: 'Someone else, I thought. Something male-ish and not human. Cocky, mean. He stood over Bird and watched. They felt him too. They told him he couldn't touch us or hurt us, but he put his hand on their shoulder and back too, and they felt it as if it was a real human touch. He wasn't angry. He was red and he was black, like magma, and he wanted Bird to go away because they knew more about things like him and so if they weren't there it would be easier for him to play with me. The lady in blue was underground in a circle, trying to protect us. I felt sick and couldn't breathe though. Bird asked him questions but didn't get good answers. Then he wasn't there anymore and I felt like we needed to leave, so we did, fast.' Later, Nyx described this to a friend, Vamp, who was interested, and to a pair of other friends who later went to the cemetery (stupidly) against our encouragement but claimed to have not experienced anything strange. There were several other strange happenings after this point. Nyx saw more Leroys outside the school, behind their garage, and in their house once. Things went missing and felt ominous in Bird's house. The water fountain acted strange. Nyx felt several times strong urges to go back to the graveyard when alone. Nyx heard voices of people who couldn't possibly be talking to them, including their own voice, and breathing. There was a creepy photo of trees on Bird's phone when they went near the graveyard that they did not take, and they now often get mysterious bruises. Recently, Nyx saw the lady in blue sitting crosslegged and crying, a WWII pilot Margaret who died at 21 smoking against a mausoleum (her grave is in the cemetery), a little girl sitting on the brick edge of the cemetery wall kicking her legs, a pregnant woman throwing up, something breathing in the woods, and a transparent figure by a tree.

I was about 6-7 years old when I made a little homemade dollhouse out of plastic containers and extra dollhouse Funiture. I remember playing with one of my beat up barbie dolls and my mom came in and told me that I needed to get ready for bed. So I put my doll down and left to get ready. When I got back to my room I tucked my barbie doll into bed on the couch. specifically on the couch with a little banket on her. and I went to bed, my mom tucked me in and stepped OVER the dollhouse thing I made. And never touched it. Now when I woke up that morning, the first thing I noticed was that my barbie wasn't on the couch. in fact, it was in the dining room sitting at the table. Mind you, the dining room table and chairs were IN a tall container. so, there was a big wall between the couch and the dining chair she was in. I was really confused so I asked everyone in the house if they touched my barbie doll. My grandma and grandpa, my mom, they all said they didn't touch it and I still believe them. My mom didn't touch it, and my grandparents were already in bed and sleep with their doors locked. There would be no point in just randomly moving my doll, nor is there any motive. no one of my family had or has ever gone though my stuff, especially at the age of 7. It became very clear to them that it freaked me out and I was scared to be in the same room as that Barbie doll. They all looked at me like I was mental or something but they promised they didn't touch it. At the end of the day I got my mom to put it in a bag out sorts and lock it away. I still don't like dolls.

I was sitting in my bedroom, I think I was watching youtube, or listening to music. I had been meaning to get up for a few minutes by that point, when I heard a very, very loud scream. It was male. Coming from somewhere outside. I heard it crystal clearly. I stayed still. I reached for my phone, with the intention of calling the police, but something stopped me. So I waited. I panicked for about 9 minutes, before my sense kicked in and I tried listening for any voices outside. I could hear my roommates, talking on the porch. I couldn’t make out their tones from across the house, but I assumed that if i could hear them, it was probably safe for me to go outside. When i opened the door, they looked perfectly undisturbed. I told them what i had heard, and they said they had heard nothing.

was out walking when i arrived at the crash site, a gloucester meteor that went down at the start of ww2. i then saw a lone deer which is kinda weird as they usually are with a group. I went for a closer look to see if the animal was hurt or stuck. when i got over i realised the front legs were the wrong way round, it was foaming at the mouth and had glassy eyes. it looked like a walking carcass. it looked dead. i then left immediately and have been back since but havent seen the living deer carcass since.

The Old lift in mater hospital, used by staff, patients and visitors. It passes through the one of the older sections of the hospital, C Block, it’s mainly used to access 5C Oncology and 4C with a lot elderly patients, some with dementia. I worked there, in the kitchen, and when we collected the meal trays would take the large trolley down the old lift to the bottom floor. One evening I hopped into the lift, at 5C, walking backwards so the trolley was in front of me and noticed the lift was freezing. As it was an old lift, you could really feel the movement whenever someone walked into the lift, as it gave a slight bounce with the change of weight. I was rearranging items on the trolley so they wouldn’t fall, as the doors were closing, and then I heard the lift doors reopen and felt a bounce, as if someone joined the lift, I looked up to apologise about taking up most the space with the trolley, as the doors closed, but when I looked up there was no one there. It’s important to note I had hit the button to go to ground floor. At that point I had gotten goosebumps up my arms and as the lift went down it stopped at 4C, taking a moment longer than usual for the doors to open, when they did open there was the bounce as if someone had just walked out of the lift At that point I felt a chill walk up my spine and just spammed the door close button, wanting to get to the bottom floor and out of that damn lift. That had never happened to me in all the time I had worked there and it never happened again, with me leaving the next year. I spoke with the other staff in the kitchen and they all had a similar experience or other, some of them having worked for over 25 years at the hospital, even back when the nuns still worked as nurses in the hospital. In 2022 the hospital had reached 100 years of operation

ok, this is super weird. so, this house is over 200 years old. it was built around 1809. when me and my stepmother moved in, the room I'm in was a mirror room. a MIRROR ROOM. (for those of you who don't know, mirrors facing each other are mirror vortexes, a portal to a different dimension.) anyways, that was a great thing, but the past owners LOVED mirrors, apparently, because there were many of them. a lot. many vortexes. that's not even the creepy part. the house came with 87 ouija boards, a satanic pentagram in the basement, and several...presences. in the basement, there's an addition. sort of a boiler room, I think? we've never explored it. but it's pitch black, no lights, and I swear there's something watching me. i swear. and the house has no historical records. absolutely NONE. ZERO. my father had to go to town hall when we moved in, and he couldn't find any records of it at all. even weirder, before I was even born, my mother and father were at a tag sale at the neighbours house, the one that lived next to our current place. the neighbours house is 666 cooke street. funny. turns out, the people who lived in our house before us had donated a couple of their pieces of furniture to this tag sale. a sealed trunk (which to my knowledge has never been opened) and a portrait. i dunno the man in the portrait. to this day, we still have both the objects we got from our house. the trunk, my mother warned, should NEVER be opened. i don't know if I could open it if I wanted to. to top it all off, when we were moving in, the hallway walls were blank. when my stepmother looked to her left, her childhood nickname was written very clearly on the walls. she has a very unique name, and it's not easy to spell. it's not explicitly supernatural/paranormal, but there's a lot of strange occurrences here too. crystals go missing, bones appear in the backyard, clothes are ripped. very strange.

This all happened a couple of years ago, so I apologise if some of the details are a bit off. I mean, I feel like I remember it clearly but sometimes things are so weird that you start to doubt yourself. So I’m studying at the nearby University. Biochemistry, specifically, and I was in my second year at the time this happened. I wasn’t in any sort of university accommodation at this point, and was renting a student flat down in Southside with a few other second years. To be honest, I didn’t hang out with them much. I took a gap year before matriculating, and my birthday’s in the wrong part of September, so I was nearly two years older than most of my peers when I started my course. I got on with them fine, but I tended to end up hanging out with some of the older students. That’s why I was at the party in the first place. A good friend of mine had just been accepted to do a Master’s degree in Earth Sciences so we decided a celebration was in order. Well, maybe ‘party’ isn’t quite the right word, we just kind of invaded the Albanach down on the Royal Mile, and drank long enough and loud enough that eventually we had the back area to ourselves. Now, I don’t know how well you know the drinking holes of Edinburgh, but the Albanach has a wide selection of some excellent single malts, and I may have slightly overindulged. I have vague memories of my friend suggesting I slow down, to which I responded by roundly swearing at him for failing to properly celebrate his own good news. Or words to that effect. Long story short, I was violently ill around midnight, and made the decision to walk the route home. It wasn’t far to my flat, maybe half an hour if I’d been sober, and the night was cool enough that I remember having a hope the chill would perk me up some. I headed for the Cowgate and the quickest way to get there from the Royal Mile is down Old Fishmarket Close. Now, there are some steep hills in Edinburgh, but Old Fishmarket Close is exceptional, even by those standards. At times it must reach a thirty or forty degree angle, which is hard enough to navigate when you don’t have that much scotch inside you. As I have mentioned, I had quite a lot, so it probably wasn’t that surprising when I took a rather nasty tumble about halfway down the street. In retrospect, the fall wasn’t that bad compared to what it could have been, but at the time, it really shook me up, and left me with some nasty bruises. I picked myself up as best I could, checked I hadn’t seriously injured myself, no broken bones or anything, and decided to roll a cigarette to calm myself. That was when I heard it. “Can I have a cigarette?” I was startled out of my thoughts by the words as I thought I had been alone. Quickly trying to compose myself and looking around, I noticed a small alleyway on the opposite side of the street. It was very narrow and completely unlit with a short staircase leading up. I could see a light fixture a little way up the wall at its entrance, but it either wasn’t working or wasn’t turned on, meaning that beyond a few steps the alley was shrouded in total darkness. Stood there, a couple of stairs from the street, was a figure. It was hard to tell much about them as they were mostly in the shadows, though if I’d had to guess I would have said the voice sounded male. They seemed to sway, ever so slightly, as I watched, and I assumed that they, like me, were probably a little bit drunk. I lit my own cigarette and held out my tobacco towards them, though I didn’t approach, and asked if they were ok with a roll-up. The figure didn’t move except to continue that gentle swaying. Typing it down now, it seems so obvious that something was wrong. If I hadn’t been so drunk, maybe I’d have noticed quicker, but even when the stranger asked the question again, “Can I have a cigarette?” utterly without intonation, still I didn’t understand why I was so uneasy. I stared at the stranger and as my eyes began to adjust I could make out more details. I could see that their face appeared blank, expressionless, and their skin seemed damp and slightly sunken, like they had a bad fever. The swaying was more pronounced now, seeming to move from the waist, side to side, back and forth. By this point, I had finished rolling a second cigarette, and gingerly held it out towards them, but I didn’t get any closer. I had decided that if this weirdo wanted a cigarette, they were going to need to come out of the creepy alleyway. They didn’t come closer, didn’t make any movement at all except for that damn swaying. For some reason the thought of an anglerfish popped into my head, the single point of light dangled into the darkness, hiding the thing that lures you in. “Can I have a cigarette?” It spoke again in the same flat voice and I realised exactly what was wrong. Its mouth was closed, had been the whole time. Whatever was repeating that question, it wasn’t the figure in the alleyway. I looked at their feet and saw that they weren’t quite touching the ground. The stranger’s form was being lifted, ever so slightly, and moved gently from side to side. I dropped the cigarette and grabbed for my phone, trying to turn on the torch. I don’t know why I didn’t run or what I hoped to see in that alley, but I wanted to get a better look. As soon as I took out my phone, the figure disappeared. It sort of folded at the waist and vanished back into the darkness, as if a string had gone taut and pulled it back. I turned on the torch and stared into the alley, but I saw nothing. Just silence and darkness. I staggered back up to the Royal Mile, which still had lights and people, and found a taxi to take me home. I slept late the next day. I’d made sure I didn’t have any lectures or classes, as I had intended to be sleeping off a heavy night of drinking, which I guess I was, although it was that bizarre encounter that kept playing in my mind. And so, after making my way through two litres of water, some painkillers and a very greasy breakfast, I felt human enough to leave my flat and go to investigate the place in daylight. The result was unenlightening. There were no marks, no bloodstains, nothing to indicate that the swaying figure had ever been there at all. The only thing I did find was an unsmoked Marlboro Red cigarette, lying just below the burned out light fixture. Beyond that, I didn’t really know what to do. I did as much research as I could on the place, but couldn’t find anyone who’d had any experience similar to mine, and there didn’t seem to be any folklore or urban legends I could find out about Old Fishmarket Close. The few friends I told about what happened just assumed I’d been accosted by some stranger and the alcohol had made it seem much weirder than it was. I tried to explain that I’ve never had hallucinations while drunk, and that there was no way this guy had just been a normal person, but they always gave me one of those looks, halfway between pity and concern, and I’d shut up. I never did find out anything else about it, but a few days later I saw some missing person appeals go up around campus. Another student had disappeared. I didn’t really know the guy and couldn’t tell you much about him, except for two things that struck me as very important: he had been at that same party and, as far as I remembered, had still been there when I left. The other was just that, well, on the photo they’d used for his missing persons appeal, I couldn’t help but notice that there was a pack of Marlboro Red cigarettes poking out of his pocket. I haven’t quit smoking, but I do find that I take a lot more taxis now if I find myself out too late.

I was relaxing in the forest and there was a scream, so naturally, I went looking in the forest (with a pocket knife, an alarm, and my phone, which was on full charge, mind you) and it was like a really guttural scream kinda. And I kept looking and saw this lady in a white dress and pale skin with black long messy hair with twisted limbs, and she ran at me like a horror movie. So naturally, i grabbed my knife and sliced her arm. She screamed again, and she like turned to dust!?!?

I had a dream inside a dream, like, the first one I was sitting in a pool in the shallow side, my friend who I didnt know was in the deeper side. I had a bad feeling, so I told her to get out of the pool. She said 'its fine!' And just then, a megalodon jumped out. Then I woke up into a 2nd dream, except it's not really a dream, because I could see a clock. And like, time just stopped, and I was in a camp with w shopping cart in it. And dreams dont have clocks, so it wasnt a dream. More like a astral projection.

I just had this really weird thing happen to me, I was walking in the hall and my pet cat looked at me like there was something behind me, her eyes were super thin and she looked so observant, and I instantly got really bad energy, so I walked back into the wall and I felt something go through me and I gasped, immediately I felt tense but I felt all the bad energy I was sensing leave the area. A picture of my cat is attached.

In the early 2000s I and my wife at the time went to the Billings Depot Antique shop (now refurbished as business offices). While I was in the upstairs, I was looking at some old military medals. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up. Standing in the far corner of the room near the stairs was a man in a WW2-era Army dress uniform. He stared at me for a couple minutes, then faded away. Much later, I was reading a book on haunted places in Montana and found out that at the end of WW2, a planeload of military personnel returning home from the war had missed the runway and crashed off the edge of the rims down into the city. The basement of the building that later housed the Antique shop was used as a makeshift morgue. The place I saw the soldier was the location of the elevator that accessed the basement.

Basically ever since I was 6 (when I came to the states) I always hear a close family member or a voice I don’t know calling me to a room. Atleast once a month at the most frequent but they stopped for a while and comes back periodically. I grew up in a very Christian house so once I started questioning other things it stopped

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Trash Panda Shrine is open to supplicants any time ReClaim It! is open (next to the creepy doll room which is also worth a visit). A bohemian-vibe permeates the space, cluttered with raccoon-themed offerings. Those devoted to Trash Panda are invited to leave notes on bright squares of paper detailing their trashiest dreams and wishes, with hopes that Trash Panda, or their Holy Minions, may provide. Stop by the front register to get yourself a Reclaiming Tarot deck to commemorate your visit & carry trash wisdom wherever you travel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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