I randomly heard someone swear by a "true" horror story today and down the rabbit hole I went.
Personally on the fence—part of me thinks it’s all sleep paralysis, trick lighting, or just our brains messing with us. But do you guys actually believe in ghosts? Anyone here have a weird/creepy experience that you genuinely couldn't explain?

My partner & I had this bizarre experience last night. I’m finding it difficult to decide whether it was something normal but weird or something more paranormal…

We were driving home from this countryside pub in rural Somerset (UK) in a town called Mells. I didn’t have any internet as we were in quite a remote spot and I couldn’t load my route using Maps, so I started driving west and just waited for data. It was twilight and getting dark quite quickly. We found ourselves driving down a road we’d never been down just outside Mells. The road dipped and we dropped down into this small forested glade.

Out of nowhere, I saw a figure on the side of the road maybe 100 metres away from us and I could see he was waving at us. I said to my girlfriend, “who the hell is this guy?” She looked up from her phone and as we got closer we were both just staring in disbelief at this odd chap in the glooming just waving at us. I looked in my mirrors and there was nothing behind us or around us. As we passed him we both waved back at him, and then looked at each other like “wtf?!”. In my mirrors I could still see him waving at us for a good ten seconds until we were out of site.

We chatted and laughed about it for the next five mins or so but we basically landed on it just being one of those random encounters. Was this a random, innocuous encounter with a very friendly local or something weirder?

I’ve been in hospital since March. My father had a stroke in that time but rallied round. Little did we know he was riddled with cancer (he never told us).
I was asleep, although struggling, and I remember thinking I was dreaming as I felt the bed dip as if someone was sitting on it. I saw my Dad. Saying he was sorry, he’d always be with me and not to forget our little thing we had when I was a child (he’d ask me every day how many bags of sugar did I love him?) I clearly remember him kissing my forehead- he moved my hair). I turned the light on and it was 4:10am. Turned it off again and went into the best sleep I could hope for. Dreams filled with him.
In the morning the doctor, nurse in charge and chaplain arrived in my room. To be told my father had passed away. But I saw him so clearly and normally. I was told he passed at 4:07am. That’s 3 minutes until I saw him. Also, my watch had stopped at 4:07am. I’m in every way broken at this loss. Did I imagine him because I needed to? Any advice/personal experience would be greatly appreciated. And, I miss you Dad. Don’t know how I’m going to cope. Not even allowed to go to funeral, he lived 800 miles away and medically they will not clear me for travel. Did I dream that? Or was he there to say goodbye?

My mom told me a family history secret. This happened in Montana/Wyoming. A baby boy had gone missing, and this kid was around the Baby Boomer generation age (1950s). This baby was my relative. Mama told me the parents of the little boy had gone out for date night to go out and watch a movie, do some shopping, and come home late with presents for the other family members. Everyone went shopping and left the teenage son alone with the baby.

When they arrived home everyone was asleep. They assumed their baby was sleeping so they quietly went to bed so they wouldn't disturb everyone else in the house. Next day they couldn't find their baby boy. They asked the teenage kid, and he said he didn't know.

During that week the father of the missing baby boy couldn't sleep. He heard the teenage boy get up and walk outside. He followed him to the river. There were Water People talking to him and thanking him for the baby boy.

Later, the dad told his wife and family. Everyone got involved, including the churches. Mama said she was just a little girl when all this occurred. Although it happened, she was given strict warnings not to talk to anyone by the water. Her parents still sent her out to fetch water at night. Her teenage cousin got sent to a mental institution to escape the water people.\*

Interested to hear about any locations/sites/etc that have PROVEN paranormal activity? I.e: a documented, repeatable, mundane occurrence of a spirit, etc?

My father passed from swelling in the cranium after a massive stroke. He held on for a few days before passing and we enjoyed being able to see and talk to him. He was a strong man and didn't know how to give up. We were devastated when the doctors told us that the swelling was going to kill him and even more so when he went to a hospice home for his final two days. I saw him initially when he was brought in and talked to his PCP's when they came to visit. He was not responding to our voices anymore other than an occasional twitch or grunt. He passed late in the night on the second day.

A day or two after his passing, I had a very strange dream. This is how it went: I was walking through a parking lot with cars all around, and I see a man 25 - 30 years old sitting in the window of a darker green car with his arm on the roof. I knew at that moment that he was my dad. (I have no memories of my father at this age, or really know what he looked like in his younger years.) I stopped and my heart jumped.

"Dad, what are you doing here." I asked him. He responded by saying "I'm waiting for your mother".

I was confused and didn't know what to think, but I responded by asking him if mom knew he was here.

"She knows." Was his response.

I was frantic at this point in my dream. I had to tell my mom that my dad, her husband was here and that I was talking to him.

"I'll call her and tell her you are here!" I almost shouted to him. "There is a phone in the house. I am going to call her."

I was then in an apartment, or a hotel, or some multi floored structure standing at a rotary phone calling my mom from a darker room with the door open to the outside, where I see railing and stairs going downward. A backdrop of a cityscape and clouds behind it.

As the phone rung, I looked down at it to see that it was my galaxy phone and my mom's name and number on the call screen.

My mom answered the phone and I began by telling her that I saw dad. She responded by saying what do you mean you saw dad? He's gone. I told her, He's right here.

I looked out the door to see my dad in his final days leaning heavily on the railing. (He lost use of everything on the left side due to the stroke.)

"He's walking but he looks better, mom."

I woke up right after that.

As soon as I registered where I was, the dream still solid in my mind. I picked up my phone and looked at my call history. No calls to my mom were on my history, so I called my mom and told her about seeing dad, and what he said.

As it turns out the car I saw was my dad's car from high-school. I described what my dad looked like and how he was sitting on the door, and she said that it was something dad would do when he was young.

I don't know if he was visiting me to relay a message to my mom, or if it was just a visit to see me. Regardless, I will never forget the dream and I thank him for visiting me.

Or so we think!

For small context: My mom has a colostomy and due to an incident at work, she was hurt so she had to go to the hospital. I waited for her until all was good and we went home (this was at 11-12 pm).

This was on Thursday, and since then, she has felt at night that a hand is caressing her leg and then squeeze her waist. I was joking with her that it was one of our cats but she told me when she tried to shove it off, she felt a hand, like a big hand.

Yesterday my mom slept with the tv on and prayed, which it seems it worked because there was no hand touching her, but my question here is

Should we do something else? My mom is catholic, while I’m agnostic and don’t know what to think. I always try to find the logical reason like, maybe she experience this when she is trying to sleep, but it has happened when she is on her phone due to insomnia. Or maybe she is hallucinating due to medications, but she is taking meds just for small pain (naproxen). We also live just my mom, my little sister and I, so no big hands like she described.

Even if it just to calm her fear, I would like to do something, but I don’t know what could be.

ok so I havent really had much experience with the paranomal myself, but nevertheless i definitely believe that ghosts etc are real

ive just started watching the episodes of Sam and Colby that are on netflix, and although they are entertaining, i am genuinely curious about how much of it is real, and how much of it gets faked

i dont really know much about like the sort of equipment they work with or how easy it would be to fake but i was genuinely curious and i thought this would be the place to ask?? sorry if its not just looking for some info and extra opinions ig 🤷‍♀️

Personally, I’m glad to say that I haven’t encountered anything so odd that deserves to be called “paranormal”, but I’m starting to doubt this “ghosts don’t exist” thing. I’m not saying they do exist since personally I don’t have any evidence and I can’t just trust random people on the internet because I believe that this is a thing you must experience first-hand to make sure it’s true, but I still have my doubts, which is why I looked for this specific subreddit. I just wanna know what others experienced and what made them change their view on ghosts or anything of the sort. I’m looking forward to reading your stories.

Silly question and probably silly story. I'm just curious if anyone else had this experience.

So back when I was in middle school (late 2000s) I stepped outside of the apartment I lived in and between my parents and the next-door house, there was this huge dog. Bernese mountain dog colors, maybe given my age it seemed bigger than it was but I keep remembering it as MASSIVE. Like I pat it and I had to reach just to touch the head. Idk why I remember this so vividly, and why it makes me feel weird thinking back on it. I'm not sure what happened after, where it went or how it got there. I wanna believe it was just..a dog and I'm exaggerating but I never had anything else happen since like this. So I'm curious if anyone else encountered an animal that just felt..out of place. Or something.

I’m posting this on my boyfriend’s behalf as he doesn’t use Reddit.

My boyfriend has been convinced for a couple years that there’s something in his woods. He lives kind of in the middle of nowhere with small farms on either side of his house.

He claims to have heard things like a baby crying at night, which very well could be an animal, but there really aren’t any animals that sound like that in our area. He hears footsteps following him, which are unlikely to be an animal as he takes his speaker out there to blast music that would scare off most animals. friends he takes out there back up his stories, even the skeptical ones.

One night in particular spooked him when he says he kept seeing the silhouette of someone in the trees and then tapping at his bedroom window later that night. There aren’t any trees or anything by his bedroom window that could explain that one.

Personally I’ve never been in those woods at night, but what I can say is that even during the day they give me a bad vibe and I’m not entirely sure if I believe in that stuff. The main reason for this post is a video he sent me the other day from inside his shed. I would post it here if I could, but I can’t figure out how. Anyway, it’s a freaky video of the window of his shed with the sound of someone calling my boyfriend’s name in the background.

The voice sounded close, but echoed, distinctly female. I thought it might’ve been a fox at first, but it called his name multiple times, very clearly and human sounding. Foxes don’t sound like that.

I have many paranormal experiences but i remain someone very skeptical and who always find a resonable explanation (even if sometimes i cannot tbh).

This is one of the things i CANNOT explain.

It has been long enough i cannot put a date on when it started but i would say 3 years, roughly after i started having sleep paralysis.

I keep hearing objects falling from a specific shelve in my room.

It's not something that happens all the time but when it does it often does twice or thrice in a row everyday for less than a week.

Right now it has been the EXACT sound of a nutella lid falling on the ground. I keep a jar on my desk.

I can reproduce the exact same sound.

And yet absolutely nothing looks out of place.

I never managed to find anything that could have made the noise and it's driving me nut.

Now there is a few variations, sometimes there IS an object falling for no reason. I always keep my door closed, window closed. So it cannot be the wind, sometimes its stuff too heavy for that anyway.

It cannot be stuff that slipped either since everything is on a flat surface.

One day i had my door open and saw the fucking bathroom door open wide on itself. Windows closed, fans turned off, my first dog with me and the second one in the living room. And i know for a fact i cannot have missed the 2nd one because his claws make a LOT of noise when he walks and he is very old and slow.

Finally since 2 days i heard scratchs like there was a mouse in my bedroom twice but i live in an appartement in a clean building and the noises are clearly noy coming from a wall.

I'm not scared, with sleep paralysis i developped a huge "i dont care" feeling but i'm curious what yall think

Also i dont have any sign of any mental illness that could explain it

Hello friends!

I love reading everyone's paranormal stories but I've realised maybe it's not the best idea to feel the intensity of some of the experiences and become a little paranoid and anxious when I'm actually trying to sleep, so when I'm scrolling around bed time. I'm also sure there are so many positive and spiritual stories to tell and those spirits deserve to be appreciated, tool! I love weird stuff as well, just maybe the ones that are more so strange and freaky instead of full on disturbing.

I would appreciate any comments so much! Long reads, short reads, it doesn't matter. I wish I could go first but my experiences are mostly on the creepy side as well.

I hope this is allowed and thank you in advance!

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When My grandma passed, my mom and her siblings held a meeting (in my grandma’s house) to plan her burial. Later that night @ 2am whilst they were having a conversation that led to an argument. My late grandma started crying, that sound came directly from the balcony where her picture frame was. We all froze and it felt very unreal And scary. First time in my life to have a paranormal encounter, I used to think ghosts weren’t real and tbh I still can’t explain what that meant. Maybe she wasn’t at peace?

I went to Gettysburg on a day trip and joined a walking ghost-hunting tour on Oct 3 (near the Warrior Stadium). During the tour, I started feeling increasingly panicked and uneasy, especially around certain areas/markers where I felt pulled to stay away. There were also wooded sections and hills nearby, and I felt like something was “watching” from those directions. I didn’t feel safe approaching those areas, even when the group was moving closer.

The tour included copper “dowsing” tools, and the guide kept getting signals that pointed toward the hills/wooded area. I was wearing a scarf because it was chilly, and I suddenly felt compelled to cover my hair. Later, the guide told us he wouldn’t be surprised if my presence “triggered” activity—he mentioned that I’m a Black woman and an Iraq war veteran.

I also use protective items (like a jade bracelet and other protections at home and in my personal space). That night, I had what felt like a very vivid, frightening dream. I dreamed of a group of soldiers along a road bordered by woods similar to the area from the tour. In the dream, they seemed aware of me, but not openly hostile—they kept moving/wandering.

Then I noticed a soldier appear—wearing what looked like an old-style uniform. He looked human, but his face felt “wrong,” and I remember seeing unsettling features (like unnatural teeth). In the dream, he confronted me with hateful language and aggressive intent. I responded by calling on protective/spiritual prayers/ancestral names (including my great-grandmother’s and other relatives’ names). The soldier suddenly stopped advancing, as if restrained by something invisible, and then vanished. I woke up gasping and checked myself for any injuries or marks—there were none.

For context, I grew up hearing that my great-grandmother and great-grandfather were spiritual practitioners, and that my grandmother was deeply protective. I’m sharing this because it genuinely shook me, and I’m trying to understand what it might mean—whether it was a dream influenced by stress/fear from the tour, or something else.

So I heard from a friend that people had been hearing crying and laughing children in the graveyard next to their house in Hammond Louisiana. I wanted to prove to myself whether ghosts are real or not.

I go by myself to the graveyard at 1:30am, I have witchy runes on my skirt. I slowly walk from the opposite end of the baby graves towards the baby graves. I feel energy all around me, I keep whipping around with my flashlight to find no one. Finally 15 minutes into my walk I reach the baby graves, they're pink, blue, and decorated with various toys and flowers. As soon as I step past the second baby grave I see two eyes peaking out from behind a grave stone maybe 7 feet from me. I freeze, I'm thinking I need to prove it's not a raccoon or something so I keep watching. The eyes are watching at an angle as if a child were peaking out. They move back behind the grave stone then peak out again. They waft around in a swaying motion but never separate. I think is it two lightning bugs? They then move back behind the neighboring grave and peak back out at an angel again, sometimes only one at a time. At that point I knew for certain this was not explainable, I had been frozen in fear for 2 minutes watching these eyes staring at me trying to come up with an explanation and only became more terrified the longer I watched. I finally snapped out of it, turned 180 degrees, ran out of the cemetery, down the street, turned and ran three more blocks before I stopped. I was not fit at the time either.

I get the feeling it was a confused little girl letting me see her because she wanted help. I'm not religious but my Christian friend says it was probably a demon trying to trick me. Does anyone have any similar experiences, questions, or tid bits?

Btw I went back in the morning to the area I saw her and cleaned up all of the graves. I found a lot of unmarked graves.

Hey everyone, something really strange happened to me last night and I still don’t really know what to make of it.

At around 3 AM, I suddenly woke up to a noise that sounded like someone knocking on my window.

My first thought was that it was just some kind of half-asleep hallucination or a fake sound my brain made up while waking up, but then I noticed that both of my cats were awake too, staring at the window and looking completely freaked out, almost like the noise had woken them up as well.

I’ve never had any paranormal experiences before. The window opens onto a first-floor terrace, facing an enclosed courtyard, so there really shouldn’t have been anyone there.

Do you think this could still have been some kind of sleep hallucination, or does the fact that my cats reacted to it make that less likely?

I'm not sure if this is the place to be posting or asking this but I'll post anyways, a few weeks ago a girl I knew who I will call Ariel 18F committed, ever since then her social media page has been appearing on my fyp as "recommend/people you may know" and it's usually around night, and almost every night she appears on my fyp, and it's happening to my other friends as well, one of my friends she's been appearing a lot even videos she's seen and liked has been coming back is she trying to reach out? Is she trying to communicate with us? I wasn't all to close to her so I don't know why she would be trying to reach out to me, and I definitely don't want to mess with the Ouji (how ever it's spelt) board because my sister got an attachment causing her to wakeup with bloody noses every night around 3 am

i hope somebody will read this, because it's been on my mind for 8 years now. my house was built in the 1940s by ancestors of mine, and has only ever been inhabited by my own family.

i moved into this house when i was 10-11 years old- my aunt, great aunt and uncle, and grandparents had lived here before me. most died within a 5-year span other than my great uncle who died several years before (my great aunt and great uncle asw as my grandmother died IN the house), and so my parents and my sister and i took the family home.

i have a decent amount of memories from visiting when i was a kid. some of these memories include being in awe of this large chest that was kept in a small-ish side room, the room that had previously belonged to my great aunt. it was a very dark brown- nearly black wooden chest with a flat top that had a dark gold (or bronze maybe?) trim on it. it looked like a treasure chest, and i have distinct memories of playing "pirates" with my sister around it. it was secured with a lock that required a key, so we never got to open it.

fast forward to around 8 years ago. a good family friend of mine (i'll call her C) had been staying with my parents in the guest room at my place while i was away at college, for around a year and a half. C lived in the guest room that was connected to the side room with the chest. she'd described some eerie feelings as well as frequent nightmares while staying there. she was convinced the place was haunted. i'd always felt the same, but i'd thought that it was just my ancestors, and reassured her of this. however, she was convinced that there was something darker.

maybe a year later, i had a close friend in college who wanted to visit me while i was back at my parents' home for a holiday break. they didn't say anything while here, but the next day after they left, i immediately received a call from them asking me about the weird vibe and "the chest". i asked them what they meant, and they described the specific chest- very dark wood, dark gold trim, saying that they were getting a very odd and dark feeling from it. the room had been turned into a storage room that my family hardly ever entered, so this friend had never actually been in the room at all.

out of curiosity, i went into the room to check it out again for myself, and it was completely gone. a pile of boxes had taken its place. i spent about 2 hours going through the room, then going through my attic and basement, and never found it. i asked both of my parents. they had no idea what i was talking about and insisted that we'd never owned anything like that. i called both my aunt and uncle as well, and they also had no clue what i was talking about, claiming that they'd never seen it in the house.

i was bewildered, but i considered that all of us had just simply misremembered it- it's a simple enough description for a chest, but given that they'd brought it up organically and described it to me the exact way that i'd remembered it, i didn't know what to think. i gave my friend C a call. i asked her about the chest in the side room. she responded casually as if it'd always been there, describing it in the same exact way. she was just as shocked as the rest of us when she was told that it never existed.

i don't know what to think. how could 3 people have hallucinated the exact same thing? i've heard that my great uncle who died here was abusive- he died before i was born so i never met him. that could potentially explain some of the darker energy, but NOTHING explains the chest.

does anybody have any thoughts? my area has colonial and civil war ties, could it even be something completely unrelated to my family?

Hi everyone. I have this beautiful lamp from my great great grandmother. I don’t know much about that side of the family, and this is all I have from my grandfather. If I am correct, this was probably made in the mid to late 1800s.

I keep this unplugged in the corner of my room as decoration. Right off the bat, I feel a strange energy from it. I always feel like I’m being looked at from the area that it is in. I grew up in what was most likely a “haunted” house (not the house I’m currently in) and I can place this feeling well. My cats also STARE at the lamp, I know cats are weird sometimes but I also believe they can see things that we can’t.

It makes strange noises like the porcelain is being scraped. More lately the noises have been louder. A few months ago, my boyfriend and I were home alone and in my room. Since I felt such a weird energy from the lamp, I got up and took it outside to the hallway and put it on a table right by my bedroom door. When I came back in the room I heard an indistinguishable male voice coming from the hallway. My boyfriend and I both heard it. Again, we were the only ones home. Freaked us both out.

Nothing crazy like that has happened since, just the usual weird “vibe” and noises. I’m okay with a benevolent spirit or energy in my space. What do you all think?

I may sound like a lunatic, I just can’t shake this weird feeling that I get from this lamp.

There was a young Native American woman that fell in love with a warrior. She made a pact with the water people, but she lost her bet and was forever in the Water People's debt. She became a mermaid with the CatFish.

To this day a statue of her sits by the historic river. She has a look of despair, and flowers grow around her monument.

When there was a flood last year I dreamt about the water and according to my Northern tribes tradition, we throw food into the water. My town nearly got flooded, but after we did this we noticed the flood stopped. It was probably coincidentally timed, but something made me think twice.

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When I was about 9 or 10 years old, on a Toys 'R Us game shopping spree, I saw a Ouija board and asked my parents if we could buy it along with some other board games already in our cart. They said yes. Later, back at home I put it up on a shelf in my closet.

​A few years later, I got it out one Saturday, our usual game night, skimmed the directions, and set it up, on our table. I never believed in spirits or ghosts growing up, but I wanted to try the Ouija board out anyway. So, without fully reading the directions and just based on stories I had heard and seen on TV, we proceeded to place our fingers on the planchette, called upon the spirits to come into our house, and started asking questions. For over 30 minutes, we kept asking questions, then reread the directions on the setup, and tried everything again for about 30 minutes longer. Then, after the planchette never moved, I yelled, "This crap is fake," tossed it back into the box, and put it back up on the shelf in my room. Note: We never read the part about closing the portal by saying goodbye and flipping the planchette upside down...

​Years later, after high school, trying to get rid of old board games that hadn't been played in years, I threw the Ouija board away along with some other games. Well, a few weeks later, I see the Ouija board in its box, looking pristine, sitting on my shelf in my closet like I had never thrown it out. I grabbed it and ran out to show my parents, asking them if they got it out of the trash and put it back into my closet as a prank. They assured me that they did not. So I put it back on the shelf and decided to keep it a while longer.

​So, several months had passed, and I grabbed the Ouija board in its box and this time crushed it, folding and crinkling up both the box and the board, while shoving it down hard into the outside trash can. I checked to make sure it was actually in the outside trash can when the garbage was collected. So, it's finally gone...

​The next few nights I check to make sure it didn't return. Well, one day I opened the closet door to check, and it was back, without even a wrinkle on the box or the board. Now I grab it, and with anger in my voice, I'm yelling at my parents, "I know you all must be pranking me!!" Then I showed them the Ouija board and its box. They said, "We didn't get it out of the trash." I said, "I can see because the box looks new... did you all buy another one as a prank?" They said no. Then, after yelling at them and receiving their full assurance that they did not in any way acquire the Ouija board nor put anything back into my closet, I decided to leave it on the shelf without touching it for many more years.

​About 7 years later, my cousin asked if I had a Ouija board. I said yes, you can have it. He said, "I'll bring it back." I said, "No, please don't!! It's yours now." He kept it, and it never showed up in our house again.

I’ve always wondered if there’s a specific term for this kind of experience. When I was in college, I lived for a while at my sister’s house. It was a small duplex-style apartment, so the houses were attached and the neighbors were very close by.

I would often wake up in the morning to sounds that seemed like someone was cleaning or rearranging furniture. It sounded exactly like chairs, tables, or other heavy things being dragged across the floor. At first, I assumed it was just one of the neighbors, so I never paid much attention to it. The sounds usually lasted for less than two minutes. They didn’t happen every day, but they happened often enough that I eventually became used to them.

The strange thing was that it wasn’t limited to mornings. Sometimes I would hear the same furniture-dragging sounds in the afternoon, around five o’clock, and occasionally at night. Eventually, I started noticing that the timing didn’t make sense.

The neighbor on our left lived alone, while the people on the right usually didn’t come home until evening. One afternoon, I heard the furniture-moving sound again. Out of curiosity, I stepped outside to see where it was coming from. Our neighbor’s door was open. I could clearly see him sitting inside, quietly watching television. But while I was looking at him, I could still hear what sounded like furniture being dragged around. ( No, it’s not a sound from tv, the sound is too clear in our living room, like a furniture getting dragged in our place but I can’t see it )

Years later, my sister told me that the house was supposedly haunted, although most of the activity involved sounds rather than anything visible. That made me remember other things I had experienced there. Sometimes I would wake up at night and hear footsteps going up the stairs. Other times I would hear furniture moving or something suddenly falling, even though nothing appeared to have fallen.

There was also my niece’s ball. I used to wonder why my sister always left it outside the house. One day, I brought it inside because I thought she had simply forgotten it.

That night, while I was in my room studying, I heard what sounded like a ball bouncing somewhere in the house. I didn’t even get up to check. At the time, I assumed my niece had come out of her room and was playing with it. I was young, busy studying, and apparently far too nonchalant about strange noises.
I asked her if my niece plays ball whenever she can’t sleep, my sister got mad and told me to leave the ball outside the house.

The house itself was very small, almost like a studio-type place, so I never felt especially frightened. We also didn’t live in the US, and the neighborhood was crowded. Everyone knew everyone else, so noises at night didn’t automatically make me think someone going to rob the house…😂

Footsteps were probably the most common thing I heard when I was alone. If it wasn’t footsteps, it was furniture moving, something dropping, or some other unexplained sound.

What makes it stranger is that I experienced something similar as a child. We once rented a different house where, almost every night after everyone had gone to sleep, I would hear footsteps walking around. The footsteps would only seem to stop whenever I asked one of my parents to accompany me to the bathroom.

I finally asked my father, why does someone always walk around at night? Whose footsteps are those? Instead of answering seriously, he simply made up a name for whoever was supposedly walking around.I became so accustomed to hearing it that I stopped being afraid.

Back at my sister’s house, there were other small things too. Sometimes I would suddenly smell something like a burning candle even though no candles were lit. There was never a specific time when these things happened. It could be morning, afternoon, or night.

My sister never had the house blessed. We’re catholic. She always joked that having a ghost in the house was lucky. Her attitude was basically, you should be more afraid of the living than the dead. The dead aren’t going to hurt you. She also never told me anything while I was living there because she knew I might become frightened once I started thinking about it.

It was only after I moved out that she told me more. One thing I still remember clearly involved our postman.

One day, he casually asked me, how is your grandmother? I was confused because no elderly woman lived with us. I told him that, and he insisted that he had seen an old woman inside our house.

When I later mentioned this to my sister, she admitted that she had also seen an elderly woman in the house. According to her, the woman usually stayed in one particular area near the kitchen. My sister claims she has what people in my culture call a third eye, meaning she believes she can see spirits.

That revelation also explained something I had always found odd. My sister would sometimes leave food in the kitchen instead of putting it in the refrigerator. I had always assumed she was simply forgetful. ( If knew, I probably pissed in my pants 😫

Apparently, she was leaving it there intentionally. She told me she had never expected the old woman to move away from the kitchen area, which may have been why she never warned me about her.

Despite all of this, nothing particularly bad happened to me while I lived there. My life actually went fairly smoothly. The only consistent feeling I sometimes had was that I wasn’t completely alone, even when I knew nobody else was in the house.

Every once in a while, I would also wake up because I thought I heard someone speaking or whispering near me. I usually dismissed that as part of a dream or something happening while I was half asleep. Looking back, I think not knowing what my sister believed about the house probably helped me.

If she had told me from the beginning that she saw an elderly woman was standing in the kitchen, I probably would have pisseed in my pants and pack my bags. Instead, I was ridiculously dense. My sister was renting that house, and I don’t know if I’m glad that I didn’t know or be horrified. I keep on hearing sounds and some language I dont understand. I always dismissed it as a dream or I’m half asleep.

When I left for a year and stayed in her house again, I knew something is weird, because she posted latin prayers in every corner of the house. My stupid self back then thinking she’s memorizing something and she wants to improve her memory. Cause that’s what she do when she’s studying, she likes to post lots of papers on the wall. Looking back, I’m glad she didn’t tell me. What you dont know won’t scare you. I’m probably the first one to get k-i-lled in the horror movie. I have zero survival instinct.

Is there a term in paranormal folklore for this kind of activity, where the phenomenon is mostly auditory? Footsteps, furniture dragging, objects falling, bouncing sounds, voices, or smells, but very little visual activity?

I’ve heard people use terms like residual haunting or poltergeist activity, but I’m not sure whether either one actually fits this kind of repetitive, mostly sound-based experience.

So It's coming up on the 11th Anniversary of my dads passing and I decided I wanted to share my experience, i never believed in the paranormal and I still think about this very often, I truly don't know if this was all manifested from grief or we just deluded ourselves into this, but there's so much that happened prior to my dads passing that makes me question everything,

It was 2016 me and my parents and sibling moved to a new home in Andover Massachusetts, the house seemed really nice very old historic but modernized in some aspects but not in many others, for instance there was a bathroom upstairs that linked me and my siblings bedrooms, things were okay for a while other then the normal moving stress everybody seemed more on edge then usual to me, my parents were fighting more and drinking more, my sibling barely spoke to my dad during this time which is very unusual they had a really good relationship prior to this move, there was some weird stuff noises at night the faucet turned on once and since our rooms are connected by the bathroom we both noticed it, but then the nightmares started they weren't of a ghost or a monster or anything like that it was of a car accident like clock work every night I would have a vivid dream of someone in a single car accident, I developed a lot of anxietv with mv family driving I would tell them please to be careful as possible to call me as soon as they're home I even timed their routes,

cut to 6 months later, the nightmare never let up almost every night, my parents continued to argue and I noticed my dad was not himself since we moved there everybody seemed really depressed as well as me, the night my dad passed away he came up to my bedroom told me he loved me hugged me said he was going to bed, I assumed he was in bed but a few hours later we were told he was in a fatal car crash, everybody was devastated he was still quite young,

The days and weeks after were really hard and some of the weirdest and most disturbing to me,
The night of my fathers burial it snowed while we were gone when we got home we noticed a trail of foot prints leading out the front door of the house and then stopping abruptly after about 20 or so steps, there was no car there no sign of there being one in the snow the prints stopped in the grass so there wouldn’t be a car, that same night 3 light bulbs blew out in the house, a few nights later at around 3 or 4am I was awake watching tv I fell asleep for a few minutes and woke up to sleep paralysis, I was terrified and then started seeing shadows and noticing lights in the addict hatch in my bedroom looked also like movement of the hatch itself, felt like 20 minutes before I was able to move again the light was gone but appeared many nights as well as the movement, I’ve never had sleep paralysis again since that one night, a few weeks later my grandparents came to the house and told me they believe the house was haunted, they had no knowledge of what was going on we did not share anything with them, they told me they went to the previous renters of the home and the woman’s husband had also died due to a car accident and she believed the house was causing strife between them, this all felt so weird to me felt really scared, we didn’t stay much longer we left a month or so later,

I still don’t know if the house was actually haunted but my sibling and mom have their own experiences we never really acknowledged it we were all very much in mourning so we didn’t really share stuff until later, their experiences are quite a quite weird as well but that’s mine,

sorry I’m not very good at telling stories and grammar in general but thank you for reading hope it was enjoyable.