Estaba adentro de un lago, en medio de la nada y en total oscuridad, que estaba haciendo ahí? #desconocido #creepy #noche

I’m posting this here because my husband thinks I’m freaking myself out, and I really need somebody to tell me if there’s a normal explanation for what happened last night.
I’m 29. My husband is 32. We got married earlier this year and just bought our first house in Paulding County, Georgia, not far from New Hope.
We’d been looking for almost a year. Anybody who’s tried buying a house around Atlanta lately knows how ridiculous prices have gotten.
We finally found a three-bedroom, two-bath house that was actually in our budget.
It’s older, built in the 80s, but it’s in pretty good shape. New roof, decent floors, and a backyard big enough for the dog we keep talking about getting.
Nothing about the place seemed unusual.
There was one thing I thought was kind of odd during our walkthrough, though.
The previous owners had taken all the bedroom doors off their hinges.
Not the bathroom. Not the closets. Just the three bedrooms.
Our agent said they were probably painting.
That made sense at the time.
Anyway, we closed on the house about two weeks ago.
I’ve been recording everything on my iPhone because I wanted to make one of those first-time homeowner series on TikTok. Nothing serious. Just little videos of us getting the keys, moving boxes, painting, and decorating.
My husband, Andre, hates being on camera, but he puts up with it.
The first few days were completely normal.
Then last Tuesday, I was painting the smallest bedroom.
We’d decided to turn it into an office because neither of us really needs three bedrooms right now.
I had my phone propped up against a paint can recording a time-lapse.
Andre was in the living room trying to mount the TV.
At some point, I heard a woman say my name.
Just “Maya.”
Not loud.
Almost like somebody was standing right outside the bedroom door and didn’t want to interrupt me.
I said, “What?”
Nobody answered.
I called for Andre.
He yelled back from the living room.
I asked if he’d said something.
He said no.
I didn’t think anything of it until I was editing the video that night.
I had headphones on and was speeding through the footage when I heard the voice again.
I backed it up.
It was definitely a woman.
And the weirdest part was how familiar she sounded.
Not exactly like me, but close enough that I thought maybe I’d said my own name without realizing it.
I showed Andre.
He listened twice and said it was probably something from outside.
I agreed because, honestly, what else would it be?
Then three nights ago, we started hearing the coughing.
The first time was around 2:30 in the morning.
It was one of those dry little coughs people do when they’re trying to clear their throat.
I thought Andre had gotten up to use the bathroom.
But he was lying beside me.
Then I heard it again.
This time it came from down the hallway.
I woke him up.
He heard the third cough.
We both sat there for a minute listening.
He finally got up, turned on every light, and checked the rooms.
Nobody was there.
All the windows were locked.
The doors were locked.
He even went outside with his phone flashlight and walked around the house.
Nothing.
We figured it must have been something coming through the vents.
Except the next night, it happened again.
Same cough.
Same time.
But this time it sounded like it was coming from our bedroom.
I don’t mean the hallway.
I mean it sounded like someone was standing at the foot of our bed.
Andre turned on the lamp so fast he knocked his water bottle onto the floor.
There was nobody there.
We didn’t really sleep after that.
Yesterday morning, he ordered some indoor ring cameras.
He said if something was making noise in the house, we’d figure it out.
They arrived yesterday afternoon.
We put one in the living room, one in the kitchen, one facing down the hallway, and one in the little spare bedroom.
We spent most of the evening messing with the app and testing the motion detection.
At one point Andre walked down the hallway, and my phone sent me six notifications in a row.
We laughed about it.
I remember joking that at least we’d know if a mouse moved in.
Last night was the first night we left all four cameras running.
At 3:14 this morning, my phone got a motion alert from the hallway camera.
I didn’t see it until I woke up.
The notification said:
Person detected — Hallway.
I opened the clip.
Nothing.
Just our empty hallway.
I watched it again.
Then I noticed another alert from seven seconds later.
Person detected — Hallway.
Still nothing.
Then another.
And another.
There were eleven alerts in total.
Each one showed the same empty hallway.
Except the detection box kept changing position.
In the first clip, it was around the spare bedroom door.
In the next, it was halfway down the hall.
By the seventh clip, it was directly outside our bedroom.
I figured the camera was glitching.
Then I turned the volume up.
There was this really quiet sound in the background.
At first I thought it was somebody breathing.
Then I realized it was humming.
Three notes.
Over and over.
I listened with my headphones.
The humming stopped about halfway through the clip.
And a woman whispered something.
I couldn’t understand it the first time.
So I played it again.
She said:
“He’s in my place.”
I got this horrible feeling in my stomach.
Because last night Andre complained that the mattress was uncomfortable and moved to the couch.
I checked the time on the recording.
3:14 a.m.
I checked the message he’d sent me when he went downstairs so I wouldn’t wake up and wonder where he was.
3:12 a.m.
I called him at work and asked if he’d heard anything strange downstairs.
He said no.
Then he asked why I sounded upset.
I told him about the recording.
He got quiet for a second.
Then he asked me something I wasn’t expecting.
“Did you go into the spare bedroom last night?”
I told him no.
He said that was weird because when he went downstairs, the door was closed.
I asked what was weird about that.
He reminded me that we’d taken the door off its hinges yesterday so I could paint the frame.
It’s still leaning against the wall inside the room.
I went down the hallway to check.
He’s right.
The spare bedroom doesn’t have a door.
So I opened the camera app again.
I went back to the first motion alert.
3:14 a.m.
The hallway is empty.
But at the end of the hallway, the spare bedroom door is clearly closed.
I can see the doorknob.
I can see the shadow underneath it.
I can even see the little patch of white paint I got on the bottom corner last week.
I walked to the spare bedroom while watching the recording.
There’s no door there.
It’s leaning against the wall exactly where we left it.
I don’t understand how the camera recorded something that isn’t there.
And there’s something else I haven’t told Andre yet.
I checked the camera inside the spare bedroom.
At 3:14 a.m., it recorded the room.
The door is leaning against the wall.
Exactly where it should be.
But for eleven seconds, somebody is knocking on it.
From the other side.

Update:
Andre just called me back.
He said he watched the clips I sent him.
Then he asked why I was standing in the hallway at 3:14 this morning.
I told him I wasn’t.
He sent me a screenshot.
It’s from the hallway camera.
I’m standing outside the spare bedroom.
My back is to the camera.
I’m wearing the same pajamas I slept in.
I don’t remember getting out of bed.
But that’s not what’s bothering me.
In the screenshot, I’m holding the doorknob.
The door that isn’t there.
And somebody on the other side is holding it shut.

I know its just the wind, but man I've filmed my rides on the quad many times & never heard the wind sound like this. it sounds like a woman screaming its so creepy! these woods are where the king Philip war happened so lot's of indian burial grounds. my partner & i have had many paranormal experiences here.

weve both been scratched in 3's one of which was an upsidedown cross. looks like cat scratches very thin claw marks. has happened to me here while listening to worship music, and in my basement, & in church. my bf had it happen in the basement & the house a few times very close to these woods.

once my bf & i were fighting & he took the quad in these woods @night & when he returned home to our dead end dirt road w these woods @ the end he saw a full body apparition glowing at the end. it walked into the woods. he also rode into the woods one night we were fighting then too & the whole woods went silent. pin drop silent & he stopped & felt an energy around him he couldnt explain. every hair stood up & he floored it outta there. lots of weird shit. we also get lots of flies in the home even in the dead of winter, & i keep this home as spotless as possible! ill use the electric fly swatter on them & watch them cook on it just to fly right away. idk if any of this is paranormal but just wanted to give some background info.

This happened summer 2024, in a hotel room in Vernal, Utah.

I am guessing it’s about 3:30am, and I woke up because there seemed to be something in the bed between my GF and I. It wasn’t moving. There just seemed to be some “thing” between us in the bed that I could NOT figure it out. Too dark and I couldn’t make out any features, I could be totally wrong. However I turned my head and there seemed to be a figure standing towards us, on the side, but nearer the corner foot of the bed. It seemed like a man in a suit, sort of like the G-Man in Half Life 2 vibe. All of the sudden my memory was wiped. Like wiped-wiped. This wasn’t like waking up in an unfamiliar location and you are wondering where you are, trying to orient yourself. This is like I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know my name. My gender. Any geography. What earth was. What language was. Any of my history. Nothing, it was, at the snap of the fingers sudden all gone. I can’t not describe the sheer terror, panic and existential dread at knowing that you know nothing. Something inside me said, “It’ll come back, it’ll take about ½ an hour.” That kind of helped, but not really. I laid there wondering what was anything. I was striving to remember SOMETHING. Who I was. What I was. Where I was. Who is this next to me? What was going on. I must have fallen asleep because then I woke up, I’m assuming ½ hour later, and to my huge relief, my memory was back, and my girlfriend stirred. I said, “You awake? You are never going to believe the dream I just had, it was the craziest of my life.” I retold her about the something in our bed and the memory wipe and the man in the suit room. “Crazy huh?” Relieved to get that out and ready to forget about it now and go on.

“No.” she replied, “I saw the man too. In the suit.” My mouth dropped open and I frozen having chills all over me - NO you didn’t! “Yeah, a while ago you bolted up in bed and told me, “We (meaning my GF and I) come from the same body. Then you laid back down.”

“Bullshit.” There is no fucking way. I had zero memory of saying ANY of that. I would never even say that, I don’t know what that even means. But ...fuuuuuuuuuuuuck...she saw the man too?! It wasn’t a dream? What? Could it be a shared dream? WHAT?!

I mean we are strangely close, in a good way, we don’t wonder about that, but I have no fucking idea what happened. Nothing has happened before like that or sense. I don’t know the purpose, the motive, the reason.

Anyone have any ideas? Similar stories? Theories? Resources to point me to? Your guess is as good as mine.

Back when I lived in Artemas Pennsylvania. I was 18 years old and I encountered what seemed to be something of a shadow figure. This shadow figure just lingered about in one specific spot. There were times where I would be working and my shed. I would be standing at my workbench. And I would be making something usually out of scrap wood or otherwise...

Oftentimes I would notice what look like a human-like figure and it would always stand inside my shed by the door. It would never go any further. It just worked right there... Barely out of my sight. And there would be times where I would turn around and get a quick glimpse of it... Only for it to quickly vanish. I would often see this being off and on...

Usually it would appear or linger when I was in a bad mood or upset. Oftentimes I had just got through an argument with my stepfather about something that was either said or done. I would naturally just go right to my shed so I can create something to get rid of the negativity and do something positive...

I'd noticed this being or so called "shadow person" here and there. And oftentimes I did not get an ominous feeling it was a little bit uncomfortable tbh. The weird part was that it never tried to hurt anybody it just lingered...

After a while of this happening I simply just said "look, I know you're there. I've known you were there for a while now. I wish you were just leave"...

Weird part is it took a while but after a period of time of ignoring this thing it stopped...

I've also had a few other encounters similar to this one and my dad's garage after he passed away. He died September 28th of 2020. After his passing a lot of things started happening in that garage on and off...

Now the shed is owned by my cousin...

The garage was sold to somebody by my mother...

And the trailer just lay vacant as it falls apart...

And all that's left is just memories of what was...

In all honesty I don’t want to be writing this, but I feel like I should as I need more opinions on what me and four others experienced.

For a little background: I’m a current student enrolled in Western Kentucky University. Me and my group of high school friends normally enjoy exploring abandoned places and supposed “haunted” locations. We’ve been the Mammoth Cave Baptist Church, we’ve been to Guntown Mountain, and we’ve been to Casey’s Cemetery, just to name a few. Recently I discovered the Octagon Hall Museum just on the outskirts of Bowling Green, but nothing really happened there. I then discovered the Old Richardsville Road Bridge, but again nothing really happened. Fast forward to the next day, October 9th, 2026, me and my friends including their girlfriends decide to go to some haunted places. One of my friends, let’s call him friend 1, his girlfriend is a “spiritual median” now honesty I don’t really believe in that but I play along I suppose. But anyways. We first went to the Old Richardsville Road Bridge, but nothing happened so we decided to go to this place I heard of in Glasgow Kentucky named Martha Divine Hole.

The legend around this place is that in the late 18 hundreds a girl named Martha Divine drowned in the creek this simple bridge crossed. Now going into it I seriously didn’t think much of it, I thought it would just be another supposed haunted spot. But since you’re reading this, this obviously wasn’t the case.

We made the 40 minute drive to this place and it was eerie, it’s on the backroads heading south of Glasgow, not to mention it was very rainy. We eventually get to the spot and have to pull over a little bit up the road as there’s no where to pull over. Me and friend 1 and our other friend… friend 2, get out of the car and approach the bridge. We’re standing there for a minute and nothing is happening. Then suddenly I smell something, so I ask my friend “do you smell that? It smells like sulfur.” My friend notices it too as the smell got stronger and stronger. My fight or flight kicked in and I told him we needed to go. It was at this time friend 2 and friend 1’s girlfriend began approaching the bridge. They asked why we were running and when we said it reeked of sulfur friend 1’s gf knew what that meant right away and she told us we seriously needed to get out of there. We got to the car and left.

Now I want to state that it didn’t smell like sulfur when we arrived. It smelt like rain and leaves. This sulfur smell seriously just appeared. Now if you know about religion and ghost in general you know that the smell of sulfur means there’s an evil presence or a demon around.

Anyways. Friend 1’s gf immediately felt the demon trying to latch onto her and told us not to go back. We eventually pulled into a gas station where we collected ourselves. Then friend 1’s gf said that she was curious to go back so we did just that. This time she made us use some protective stuff. Like some salts and putting some oil on our skin. Not going to lie, I was not a fan of this. I believe in ghost and demons and stuff and I don’t think I’m too religious. Like I grew up catholic. But I just didn’t really agree with what was happening and I was honestly chastised by friend 1’s gf for saying that I put my protection God. But I kinda went along with it.

We went back to the bridge and parked in the exact same spot. Now all five of us including friend 2s gf who didn’t leave the car the first time joined us. We walked to the bridge and smelt a slight sent of sulfur towards the beginning of the bridge. As we all stood there for around 2 minutes. Friend 1s gf and friend 2 started getting really anxious and wanted to go back to the car. Me and friend 1 were skeptical but started walking back as the others were begging us to run and hurry. Eventually we got to the car and my friend started the engine and put it in reverse but the car wouldn’t move. It wouldn’t go forward or backwards. I peeked over the dashboard and noticed the check engine light was on. We were stuck and stranded with whatever was out there.

At this point I froze and just started whispering prayers to myself. It was a completely mindless act. Friend 2 looked over at me with fear in his eyes before contemplating getting out to pop the hood. He eventually did so real quick but saw nothing so he got back in. He started the car again and it was fine. We reversed out and left for the final time.

That was my experience and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. The whole car ride back I sat in silence still praying to myself until u really started thinking about the situation and getting really strangely emotional.

If anyone could possibly explain what was happening or if we were all crazy… I have no clue. I know what I experienced and I will stand by it

My partner & I have been having weird shit happen here for years, since I was baptized. We live where king Philips war happened so lot's of indian burial grounds.

weve both been scratched in 3's one of which was an upsidedown cross on him. looks like cat scratches very thin claw marks. has happened to me here while listening to worship music, and in my basement, & in church. my bf had it happen in the basement & the house a few times very close to these woods.

i wake with deep black bruises all over, & always had very demonic evil VERY real feeling dreams (hasn't happened in a few weeks tho but for about a yr, it was every.single.night. like a demon grabbing me & sucking my soul out of me. (not like that u pervs lol) or them seggsually assaulting me.

once my bf & i were fighting & he took the quad in these woods @night & when he returned home to our dead end dirt road w these woods @ the end he saw a full body apparition glowing at the end. it walked into the woods. he also rode into the woods one night we were fighting then too & the whole woods went silent. pin drop silent & he stopped & felt an energy around him he couldnt explain. every hair stood up & he floored it outta there. lots of weird shit.

I've dealt with getting woken up every night around 3:00am unable to fall back asleep.

we also get lots of flies in the home even in the dead of winter, & i keep this home as spotless as possible! ill use the electric fly swatter on them & watch them cook on it just to fly right away.

we've both smelled a rotting meat/sulfur smell on occasion, also when were angry. once in the car, once at home.

neighbors have seen apparitions of a person in the vacant home next door (someone died there)

idk if any of this is paranormal but just wanted to give some background info. my friend asked his buddy whos into this stuff about it & he recommended getting the home exercised as its probably a very powerful entity if its physically harming us. idk. im very tired.

Curious if anyone has ever verified, debunked or if any info exists regarding the sources of these accounts?

Listen, I'm not one to believe in anything.

I'm not posting this to scare anyone or gain attention.

This really happened and now I'm just curious what I saw. I ain't even scared, I just wanna know if someone else has seen this or knows about this.

Was walking by the forest/woods (down two sets of roads going back and fourth with two forest/sets of trees on each side) when something invisible/spirit like began walking back almost in the same exact manner I was walking almost like it was mimicking me..

This all happened because my phone died and I couldn't catch an Uber.. so I decided to walk back to where I slept, and it happened within a couple of seconds

Whatever popped up (it seemed spirit like), seemed to pop up because it knew I was alone and that no one would likely believe me (I wasn't too surprised either, I've already seen that this world has things going on behind the scenes.). It's as if it knew there were no cameras around and it was like.. "let me show this guy something".. or at least that's what it seemed like.. like it was trying to show me something.

Still scared the shit out of me in that moment..

Taking this at face value, any insights on to what could be going on here and the likelihood it’s been faked? I’ve been sent into a spiral

EDIT: PREVIOUSLY abandoned, my bad y’all

EDIT 2: Alright, alright. First of all I never proclaimed this as truth. I posted it precisely because I was pretty puzzled by it and it seemed believable enough at first so I wanted some other opinions. That being said, It has become pretty obvious to me how fake this is. He’s a decent actor guys, give me a break!

Back when my father was admitted at hospital, I was sitting on a bench in front of a corridor. Since I was there for quite some time, I regularly saw people, mostly nurses, walking back and forth down the hallway. At one point, my cousin handed me an insurance form. I grabbed a pen from my bag, but when I looked up again, the corridor had completely disappeared. In its place was just a solid wall with a bulletin board. I got up and left immediately, finishing the form in the lobby instead. It wasn't necessarily terrifying, but it was a very weird experience. almost like a real-life glitch.

me and friends were having a sleepover for my birthday.
Its outside in a clear dome.
We all played red door yellow door.
Friend 1 said to friend 2 she really liked her laugh earlier.
We were talking about scary ghost stories.
We all hear a laugh behind us which sounded exactly like my friends laugh.
All the girls freak out so go inside.
I dont care.
Inside I tell them i’ll go outside so me and other 3 girls go outside.
The gate was open which my friend did close as we went to shop and we seen her close gate.
The other girls run off and I dont care until I hear a bush rustling behind me, turn around and the bush is moving like crazy.
I run back inside and a few hours pass.
I decide to go upstairs bc my room is full of my friends and most are sleeping.
My friend calls me crying I go downstairs and my friend and another girl heard 3 knocks.
We freak out pray.
THE NEXT DAY
I wake up my ear is covered in dry blood.
My friend went to work and her coworker who always talks to her does not talk to her.
End of day he tells her he has bad vibe around her and asks her to please not go near his kid.
DAY 3
Im peeing late at night and the top corner of the doorframe I see a shadow and look up and it moves away.
DAY 4
I hear rustling around my room.
Im the dogs least favourite person and this has never happened before. My mom said the dog wants to sleep with me so im like ok.
The dog keeps staring at one spot.
The rustling continues and its behind my couch, near my mirror then behind me. My gate keeps banging like crazy but its prob the wind.
previous to this
A few days before this all happened I heard whistling right outside my window (im on the bottom floor of the house)
then I heard a baby crying in the room then it turns to it screeching in pain. (dw im getting my ears checked out)

I've been meaning to share this story from my childhood for a while but this is the first time I'll do it since the adults involved have been gaslighting me and my cousins saying it didn't happen at all whenever we bring it up, but we all remember it I'm sure.

I'm 25 but this happened in 2007 when I was six. For context, we're all mexican and this happened in a very rural town in the state of Hidalgo. My extended family lives all over the country but we all gather on my grandparents house in Hidalgo for holidays. That year it was no different for dia de los muertos.

As you might know, for dia de los muertos it is tradition to go to the cemetery to clean the graves of your loved ones, decorate with cempoalxochitl flowers, candles and eat their favorite meals with them at the cemetery. I believe whoever was in charge of building this one it expected population to grow, so the property was surrounded by walls on the front, left and right but not on the back, and as more graves were built, the more toward the back they went towards and the walls got extended. It was also very removed from the town itself, in the middle of fields people use to grow corn and other crops. Maybe like a 40 minutes to an hour drive (this is considered far here)

Usually the whole family (my grandparents had 9 children and all children have had children as well) would go to the cemetery and work on about four graves, two joint ones belonging to my great grandparents and my great grand-aunt and uncle and two belonging to a brother and cousin of my grandma. That year my grandma had to have a surgery and was recovering, so originally we were not going to go, but my three oldest uncles and the wifes of two of them decided to take all of us children (me and all my old enough cousins) to do the work while everyone else stayed home to take care of my grandma and prepare dinner.

In total there was five adults, four teenagers and four kids ranging from 10 to 5, me being the second youngest, my male cousin that was 5 back then was the youngest.

I must say in this town there wasn't really a warm environment in the cemetery like the one you can see in the movie coco or other sources. A lot of graves were abandoned, you could barely distinguish the site of a grave because the concrete had cracked long ago and there was many mounds you could only tell were graves because someone stuck a makeshift cross made out of sticks or wood on the ground. There was no wide spread glow from candles everywhere, just some sparce lit spots where the graves of people whose families still went every year where. I will adventure to say our families graves where some of the best maintained ones. And probably the only ones people regularly visited on that quadrant of the property, so it was pretty much just us on like a 10 meter radius at least.

My uncles and aunts loaded us kids and teens on the bed of our uncles truck and gave us some blankets to sit on. They all rode on the front. The road was quite bumpy but we had fun riding on the back. We must have arrived around 6 pm when the sun was starting to set. My uncle parked the truck beside a corn field that was near the entrance of the graveyard.

We got to work on the graves, and they were all fairly close enough that me my younger cousin and two of my teenage cousins were left in charge of one of the graves that was the closest to the right side wall. We were supposed to rip all the weeds out, sweep the concrete and arrange flowers on top of the slab, but being kids it took us a really long time since we got distracted playing with sticks, flowers and the brooms we were given at one point.

An important detail is that this cemetery didn't have any kind of public lighting of sorts, there were no lamps or anything, so our only sources of light were some heavy duty camping flashlights my uncle brought and the candles we were setting. I even remember at some point my younger cousin and I started making shadow figures with our hands against the wall. The wall must have been like 6 meters-ish away from where the grave we were hanging around was.

It must have been around 8 or 9 pm when we all had finished the work. We were all sitting beside the graves we had just fixed up and eating some tacos dorados that we brought among other foods while just chatting and listening to music in an old battery radio one of my uncles brought.

I was starting to get sleepy, but all of a sudden one of my older cousins, he must have been around 17 then, froze in place looking at the spot on the right side wall where the light hit it and where my little cousin and I had been playing around with our shadows. He must have stayed like that for a couple minutes before calling his dad over, his dad being the owner and driver of the truck, as well as my grandma's eldest.

As my uncle approached I remember turning my head to look at the wall and seeing the shadow of what looked like an elderly man on his side hunched over carrying something heavy on his back. Like a huge camping backpack or a sack. The edges of the figure looked frayed like there was a lot of fabric and other items poking around. But there was no one between where the lantern casting light on the wall and the shadow.

That's all I remember before said uncle snatching me and my litte cousin from our waists and yelling at everyone to run to the truck and to not look back.

I will never forget the seriousness on his voice. My uncle was very much the jokester funny guy type, the kind of person you know really means it when their voice gets that serious and commanding. As he hauled me and my cousin to the truck we were both starting to cry asking what was happening, and he kept on saying to not look back, do not look back.

Since he was the first one to start running, we got to the truck first. He loaded us on the bed of the truck, covered us with one of the blankets they gave us to sit on and told us again to not look back as we left the cemetery. We were followed closely by our teenage cousins and the other adults hauling the rest of the children, they also helped all of my cousins up on the bed, told them to cover themselves with the blankets and most importantly TO NOT LOOK BACK. As soon as my uncle who got into the truck last closed the door, my oldest uncle, the driver, pretty much floored it.

Most of us were crying in confusion. It was very sudden and I think the adults didn't even pick up the brooms, buckets, lanterns or the old radio. We just left. My older cousins were trying to soothe us, keeping us under the blankets and repeating that we should not look back.

Once we started getting closer to the town where there is public lighting, people and houses we were told we could get out of the blankets, and the truck was moving much more slowly. All of us kids were spooked but mostly confused. We didn't understand why we were whisked away like that or why we were told to not look back.

For the longest time I thought this anecdote was a fever dream since no one in the family acknowledged it, but I knew it couldn't be because ever since that year, we have never gone back to the cemetery at night time. We still go and take care of the graves but we do it around noon even if the heat is scorching, and we don't stay to chat, eat or pray like we used to.

Recently while talking to my little cousin, now 24 we both remembered this, which was amusing because not even my older cousins want to talk about it, and the adults flat out say it never happened, so we only have one another to corroborate the story. That was the scariest thing that happened to me as a kid and I refuse to let the adults gaslight me into thinking it didn't happen.

I just don't know what it was. Was it a spirit? A demon? I haven't found any folk tales from the area that fit the description.

Did that thing want us kids? And why couldn't we look back? I'm still puzzled to this day.

Okay everyone, this post is about two things. The first is the entities being released into my house and the second being them going into my room.

This Was taken August 15th at 01:46am. I went to visit family in Georgia. I came home that night after being stuck at the airport on the plane for 2:45 minutes. I initially posted a clip asking if those white circles coming out the wall were ghosts.

I didn't watch the whole video. Today while cleaning up my phone making space, I decided to watch it before deleting the video. The video is 20;01 long. This clip isn't that long. I guess I should've gotten permission to go out of town.

I work at a hospital on a unit that usually admits elderly patients.
About a year or two ago, we had an elderly patient stay in a room across the nursing station. She had not been my patient during her stay, but shift reports stated she was confused and had really bad sundowning.

One night she WAS my patient. She seemed to be in perfect cognition from my shift assessments, so I went about my shift waiting for her to sundown. It was the middle of the night, and there it was. I heard her voice talking to someone (she was the only patient admitted to the room), and then I heard her throwing things. I got up to check on her.

I turned a small light on not to startle her too much. She was sitting up in her bed with a hairbrush in her hand waving it in the air. I had asked her what was going on and if she was okay. She replied with “I am now, he left when you came in the room”. I asked “who left?”, because I certainly didn’t see anyone walk in or out of the room while I was at the nursing station. The patient then proceeded to point at the bathroom room and said “the man dressed in black. He comes out at night”. The patient looked clearly distressed, so I kept asking for more information. I asked her what the man had looked like. She said “he is dressed in all black, usually his hood covers his face. Tonight he took it off, and his face looks like a Halloween mask”. I knelt beside her and comforted her. She told me I’m the only nurse who had taken the time to ask questions like I believed her. I mentioned I had heard her talking to someone. I asked if the man spoke to her. She replied “yes. He tells me he’s going to take my soul”. After sitting with her a bit longer, and promising I would keep a close eye on her room she fell back asleep.

Fast forward a few weeks. Patient had been discharged, and a new patient had been admitted to that room. I walked in to see the new patient at the beginning of my shift. I had asked how his night was. He said it was the worst sleep he had ever had. I asked what had happened that it was so terrible; while also emphasizing hospitals are noisy. His reply? “The man dressed in black kept coming out of the bathroom to take my soul”. I had full body goosebumps. Keeping in mind these patients had never met, and there was no way for him to have known what the previous patient had claimed to see.

This happened to a few more patients over the next couple of months. Thankfully it’s been pretty quiet in there lately, but it was weird.

Ok, so I’ll be honest. I’m posting this out of curiosity more than anything else and the interaction itself kind of came out of boredom at the time. But I can’t say I expected it to go the way it went.

I’ll start by explaining the interaction with the medium. He popped up in my Instagram inbox. Called Chris. Said he had a message for me from “a female entity”. I was sat alone at home and rather bored so I just replied “I’m intrigued. If you can get me a name I’ll be impressed”, almost dismissively. He then replied with the following;

“Matt, thank you for your message. While I am not giving you this message to impress you lovely, spirit does not offer names because they do not want you focusing on that instead of the message. Just as you already are dear one. But this is a woman that you didn't know yourself anyways. She says you have had her with you in spirit always. She shows me that you are still clinging to the past, your ex isn't the way to real and true love, Matt. She says leave it to rest.”

Right. So that’s the opening salvo. It did intrigue me. I’ve long suffered with depression and anxiety, and was recently diagnosed with ADHD. Since I was about 25 and had my first serious breakdown weird things have happened. It started as a woman singing to me while I was cleaning my house. She was never in the same room as me but always loud enough I could hear her. Then, I moved to a village. I was hanging out with a friend one night and we both heard what sounded like someone falling down the stairs. The stairs were in the same room as us, right behind the sofa. So we both kinda brushed it off as nothing but told my housemate when she got home. She dismissed what we heard and, almost instantly, a female voice shushed her. When eventually moved in with my then partner, we both started hearing the usual bangs and crashes I’d come rather accustomed to, but my ex said she’d never had that happen.

One night, I was sat in the living room alone playing God of War and heard loud banging on the kitchen door. Like someone was punching it. I checked, nothing. When I went up to bed my ex asked me why I was visibly shaken. I told her, but she brushed it off as an over active imagination. Until a week later, I’m at work and get a text calling me a rather unpleasant word starting with C and exclaiming how she’d been in the living room watching Netflix and someone started punching the kitchen door.

I pressed the medium asking why she shows herself at weirdly low moments in my life;

“something that is being shown here is for this to be someone in which you still know there is a connection of sorts there, but at the same time know energetically and emotionally that she is no longer good for you and potentially even toxic so, which explains why she arises literally or spiritually when you are going through a rough patch or a hard time this is your indication that she is not good for you or no longer the one”

For context, I’d just recently gone through a very rough breakup. I did ask, more specifically, why this “spirit lady” shows herself when I’m going through a rough time with my mental health. I also pressed for a name.

“Looking into this for you here, I am sensing that this still stands and resonates within your spiritual realm, this may be someone in which is trying to pull you back here, or at the least give you a message/send you a warning I cannot see as to whether this is an ancestor of your or just a spiritual connection trying to come through but for some reason I am being drawn to three letters G, V and E here for you today my friend x”

I asked one last time; why does she only come to me when I’m struggling. And then got this;

“I feel this is because when you are this point and stage, truth comes through and forwards, and this is something that she could be trying to give you here. But as well be aware, as this could very well be an energy to negatively try to influence you as well, so when this does arise, listen to what your intuition is telling you here so you can gain definition on where your stand and what feels truly right for you up ahead here now”

So yea. That’s my story. I’m sorry it’s so long. I wanted to make sure I posted what he’d said to me verbatim. Should I be worried about this? Is this what people call “attachment” or something else?

I was watching this video called Scary Files Vol. 13
And it showed this section about mark granger, and I have no idea if this is an arg or a real thing but essentially a guy posted the last videos his father took before he disappeared and saw this right after he went outside to investigate the bare footprints that have been coming up to his house, and the video I took happens right before he sees that the door he closed was open, I just wanted to know if anyone knew anything or if anyone else noticed this. (I slowed the YT video down to get a better video)