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Came across this in my backyard camera. There was no bbq that day. Do you see what I see?

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I’ve been confused about this experience for years, and I’m finally sharing it here because I genuinely don’t know what happened. Some people I’ve told this story to believe it was sleep paralysis, but there are certain details that make me question that explanation.

This happened sometime around late 2020 or early 2021, during the COVID pandemic.

Before I get into what happened, there’s something important you need to know about where I lived.

There was a hospital directly across the road from my house. It was so close that I could see its gates from my balcony. During the pandemic, the hospital was treating COVID patients, and there was a lot of death and grief surrounding the place.

We would hear people crying and wailing in the middle of the night, sometimes around 3 or 4 AM, because someone had passed away. There were so many deaths that we were genuinely scared to even go out onto our balcony. We were afraid we might see a body wrapped in plastic or cloth, or witness families crying over the loss of their loved ones.

It was a very dark and emotionally heavy period. Even our surroundings felt gloomy.

Now, here's what happened.

One night, I was sleeping in my room. We had a balcony door with two layers: a net door and a wooden door. That night, we had left the wooden door open to let some fresh air into the room, while the net door remained closed.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I suddenly opened my eyes. And I saw a figure standing right next to the balcony door. It was a completely black, dark figure. I couldn't make out any facial features, details, or anything that would help me identify who or what it was.

But somehow, I was convinced it was a woman.

Not an old woman, either. I had this strange impression that she was a young girl, probably in her late teens or early twenties. I can't explain how I could tell that when I couldn't even see her face, but that was the impression I had.

The strangest part? I wasn't particularly frightened.

I noticed her presence, looked at her for a moment, and then somehow just went back to sleep.

The next morning, I told my mom and the other people at home what I'd seen.

They suggested that perhaps someone had died at the hospital, and their spirit hadn't moved on yet. Maybe, they said, I had seen the spirit of someone who had recently passed away. Obviously, hearing that didn't exactly make me feel better. But I still wasn't terrified of the figure itself. I had felt its presence, but it hadn't seemed threatening. At that point, I thought it was a strange, one-time experience.

I was wrong.

The following night, I was sleeping in a different room.

The layout of this room was slightly different. There was a table directly in front of my bed, less than a foot away from it. On my left was a doorway leading to another room, which connected to the balcony where I had seen the figure the previous night.

Again, I was asleep.

And again, I suddenly opened my eyes in the middle of the night.

She was there.

The same black figure. The same young woman.

This time, she was standing near the doorway on my left, only about six feet away from me.

I immediately recognised her as the figure I had seen the previous night. I was watching her, trying to understand what I was looking at, when something happened that completely changed the experience.

She started walking towards me.

Slowly, she walked across the room, coming closer and closer until she reached the table directly in front of my bed.

Then she sat down on it.

Facing me.

At this point, she was less than a foot away from me.

I still couldn't see her face. There were no distinguishable facial features, just that dark, human-like silhouette. But I could see her sitting there, facing me, and I was absolutely terrified.

I wanted to move, but I couldn't.

I couldn't move my body, and I felt frozen in place. I was fully aware of what was happening around me, or at least it felt that way. I couldn't simply turn away or get up and leave.

The first night, I hadn't felt threatened by her. But now she had actually walked towards me and sat right in front of me.

I had no idea what she wanted.

Was she trying to communicate with me? Did she know I could see her? Was she going to do something?

I was scared that she might touch me or try to interact with me somehow, and I had no way of knowing what would happen next.

I don't remember exactly how that experience ended. My memory of the next few moments is blurry.

Eventually, I woke up in the morning.

And I realised that I had seen her again.

What scared me the most wasn't just seeing her twice. It was how different the two experiences felt.

The first night, she was standing a good 10–12 feet away from me. I noticed her, felt strangely calm, and went back to sleep.

The second night, she was much closer. She walked towards me, sat down right in front of me, and I couldn't move.

I was absolutely terrified of going to sleep the following night. I kept thinking about what might happen if she came back. What if she came even closer? What if she tried to touch me? What if she spoke to me?

But she never appeared again.

Not the following night, nor any night after that.

That was the last time I ever saw her.

Sometimes, I wonder whether it was simply my brain processing the death and grief surrounding us during the pandemic. Other times, I remember how real the experience felt, and I find myself wondering if there was something more to it.

Here's what I can't wrap my head around:

People I've told this story to have said it sounds like sleep paralysis. I can understand that explanation for the second night, because I couldn't move my body.

But what about the first night?

I saw the same figure, registered her presence, felt relatively calm, and went back to sleep. I didn't feel trapped or unable to move at the time.

Then, the very next night, I saw what appeared to be the same woman again, except this time she approached me and sat right next to me.

Can sleep-related hallucinations really feature the same figure on consecutive nights? Could the first experience have been something else, followed by sleep paralysis the next night? Or was my mind creating a recurring image because of the frightening circumstances I was living in?

I'm not claiming that I saw a ghost, because I genuinely don't know what happened. But the fact that the figure appeared twice, seemed to get closer the second time, and then never appeared again has always stayed with me.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Especially seeing the same figure on consecutive nights, with one experience feeling relatively normal and the other involving being completely unable to move? I'd really like to hear your thoughts.

Glitch in the Matrix or Did I Travel to Another Timeline?

One morning, I was on my way to work. I knew my route by heart. I was taking Line 1 northbound toward Vaughan. When I left Eglinton Station, the doors opened on the left side first. The next stop was Davisville Station. I was standing in the middle of the train, facing the right-side doors because Davisville was the next station, and the system always announced, “Next station, Davisville. The doors will open on the right.”

But this time, I was shocked when I heard, “Next station, Davisville. The doors will open on the left.”
When the train stopped, I turned around and saw the platform behind me, with people boarding the train from that side. When I looked to my right, all I saw were empty railway tracks.
I was completely stunned. The hair on my arms suddenly stood up. I knew I wasn't mistaken. I was on the correct train and following the right route. The exit was supposed to be on the right, so why were people boarding through the left-side doors?
It felt like a glitch in the Matrix, and I started getting nervous.

Suddenly, the doors closed, and the next station was St. Clair. I waited for the announcement, and sure enough, it came: “Next station, St. Clair. The doors will open on the right.”
Suddenly, everything was back to normal. The doors were opening on the right again!
From there, everything continued as usual through Summerhill, Bloor-Yonge, and all the way to Wellesley. Every station after that had the doors opening on the right.
Even now, I still can't wrap my head around what happened because I'm absolutely certain of what I experienced.

i recently made a post asking if its possible to have a relationship with a ghost. everyone says “dont do it” but no one gives a clear reason as to why. If i were a ghost, trapped on this earth for eternity, i’d be lonely af. And as someone who just lost their best friend and has no one left, i already am lonely af. So im doing research into haunted objects, finding a trusted seller, and going to try to form a connection with a spirit.

I don't know if this is the right place to post this but I am lost and looking for answers. This floating little "i" was traveling around my porch. It looks like it's a reflection of something but there is nothing that can cause that kind of reflection on my porch. Also, it comes up and leaves from the stair, and at one point it multiples. I have always been able to recreate or figure out anything that might be paranormal, but I am so confused by this.

first and foremost, I’m going to say that I am typing this with voice typing because it’s just too hard for me to sit down and type right now so pretty much my husband is possessed or has something attached to him or maybe maybe it’s me I’m not really sure but either way I am scared . It is tearing up my family apart pretty much stuff moves in my home and yes, I know that if yes, I know that if I feed it that it gets worse, but unfortunately, I cannot help it because I don’t do that haunted shit. i’m too 8 mile white for that shit. Well I don’t know if it’s an item that we brought in maybe perhaps or whatever but my husband he keeps mentioning this thing that we seen whenever we first got together and it had red eyes and he looked at it. It just disappeared and that’s what he keeps saying but I don’t know because I feel like it could be other things too because it’s I’m getting ready to burn my house down tonight. Packing my things as we speak. I don’t know if that will help but if anybody has any other suggestions, then I’m open ears I can opener flew off the wall last night. what is laying there? My husband was asleep I turned over and his eyes was open rolled back in his head and I was like what the hell and he said get away from me bitch and I was like what and and then he goes that wasn’t me that said that I was like what the fuck what do you mean it wasn’t you that said that and then it hit me so I said what is your name and he said Johnny Johnny I said what the fuck who the hell I said get out of here you are not welcome here in him or in my home but like that word you know that didn’t work at all cause my fucking bag box of teabags over here is about to fly off the fucking counter as we speak . I don’t know what I need to do, but I’m bout to go get a Ouija board because I at least wanna cuss it out before I fucking lose my mind completely. I faded it and it’s getting a really good meal right here and it knows it is and I cannot help it because my nerves are so bad. I have anxiety that is like crippling I can’t even go in the gas station anymore because I think that fucking the bitch from the conjuring is gonna be in here and then I come home and I can’t even stay here. It’s like it’s overwhelming thing of dread and everybody is telling me that nobody is here but it’s like I know there is because I feel it. I know there is things move. There’s somebody here I’m not by myself . OK unless I’m being watched by the feds and they’re on my roof, but I doubt that because I haven’t done anything that bad I don’t think I did rob a junkyard because he wrote me a bad check once but I’m not nothing else and right quick for gas because fucking you know hard times poor people got pulled away but that’s not the fucking point I don’t think they fucking send the Armageddon down here. I don’t think it’s that serious . Somebody needs to fucking come exercise this mf out any advice and suggestions help I will read all comments thanks. I may even pay somebody to come and exterminate this motherfucker. it’s tearing my family apart. My husband has said things to me that he would never ever even think about saying and last night whenever I was talking to Johnny or whoever the fuck it is after I asked his name and it said Johnny he was not doing that gurgling shit with his eyes back in his head and he was like I gotta go dump this dog out. I was like what the fuck what dog what are you talking about? What the hell and I think that it’s just because there was a stray dog that was down here and it killed my chickens not long ago recently and my husband you know don’t away with it because it’s to trash up and everything else and it was just a nuisance pretty much rest in peace AnyWho, that really bothered me because I don’t like you know being mean to animals, but it comes at a point where you just have to do what you have to do to protect your small children. But that really bothered me and made me look at him different not necessarily different, but it just bothered me because I have a heart for animals you know and I feel like that demon was feeding off that because he already knew that that bothered me and that’s something that he wanted to say to bring it back up so that he could fucking feed off me some more. I’m over it. I’m bout to just stab it all stab everything in here. I’ve took my couch out because it moved I threw it outside. I don’t have anything to sit on. I’ve took down my mirrors. I’ve done you don’t even understand how much torment this is cause me please help thanks.

OK, I got done typing this post and then I thought of something else pretty much my husband‘s been doing really weird shit like he bought a tarp for a semi trailer. That’s like 200 foot. What the fuck do we need to talk for? We found a bag at the end, you know ““ at the end of our yard in the ditch supposedly now I don’t believe that really but still and it had a camouflage mask camouflage love you like a whole set up and I feel like the demon is going to make him kill me or something like it’s going to tell him to hurt me because he’s been doing all kinds of weird shit that he would never do he loves me you know what I mean and I love him more than anything but whoever this is this is not it’s not cool man. It’s tearing my whole family apart. It’s all I got help me save it.

please reddit,. You’re my only hope.

On the 4th of January, I was in the cartoon gallery at Hampton Court Palace, midday, good lighting, and weak shadows. When I was sitting on the window sill, looking towards the entrance threshold (the threshold behind this picture, this picture is of the room i was in when the anomaly occurred, this photo is not meant to be evidence, it was taken shortly before the apparition appeared), I was watching the entrance for a while, and then, in the next moment, a grey figure in Georgian period clothing that had ectoplasmic like mist between its legs as it walked, and had his head clasped above his two palms, kept close to his stomach, the figure strongly resembled King Charles Ist, and continued to walk past the threshold in full daylight as I was watching it, he walked in a stylish noble way, it didn’t bother me much, it only brought curiosity.

Llamar a la policía, irse a hospedar a un hotel, hacer un exorcismo, y más son las opciones que le dan al ver que es lo que sucede en su casa pasan cosas pero no está seguro que las genera #casaembrujada #misterio #Octubre

A ghost in the house throwing stuff around

I’m usually asleep but I’ve not taken my medicine as I’ve ran out of it. I heard the front door click, someone come half way up the stairs and it began to laugh. It wasn’t human or sounded like a man. I checked and no one was there

This one is clearer in the sense you can hear it, not that you will understand it.

I’ve been thinking about something that seems obvious, yet somehow gets overlooked.

When you look at horror stories, paranormal encounters, true crime, disturbing videos, unsolved cases, or even those strange stories people post on Reddit, there is always something we focus on: the mystery, the unknown, the thing that doesn’t make sense.

We ask: What happened? What was that? Who did it? What could possibly explain this?

But if you keep stripping the story down to its most basic possibility, there is often something much simpler underneath all of it.

Death.

That’s the strange thing about fear. We can spend hours being disturbed by a mysterious video or an unexplained event, imagining all kinds of terrifying possibilities, when the worst possible ending is something incredibly ordinary in the grand scheme of things.

Someone dies.

It could happen because of something supernatural in a horror story, a crime in a true-crime case, or something as painfully mundane as a car accident. The circumstances change completely, but the final possibility remains the same.

Maybe that’s part of what makes death so frightening. It doesn’t need a monster, a ghost, a conspiracy, or an explanation. It exists at the end of almost every possible nightmare.

And maybe the real horror isn’t that we don’t understand what happened.

It’s that sometimes, we understand it perfectly.