i’m local and looking to hear about anyone’s experiences.

Keep seeing thing out of corners of eye,getting dog or cat vibes, everything is eerily silent even though I've two cats and a wife. (no it's not those cats, ones asleep under foot rest and others on me bed). Just getting that odd watched feeling, every now and again I get that something lays down on my legs and my Mrs thinks it's her old cat😂

It was near sunset today (2026) in the middle of some fields around Segovia, Spain, where we saw with multiple friends some figures, that looked humanoid from afar, but it had horns, and holes in the body and members very weird. The 2 of them were acting very weird, walking around, almost dancing like.
We noticed them from 400m out (measured on google earth) on the top of a hill between two trees.
They eventually just vanished into thin air.
The figures appeared to have :
- horns on the head
- disconnected members
-holes in the torso/shoulders
What particularly interests me is the anatomy in the picture we took. Could it be the light playing tricks, the sunset?
I attached the original image, and the enlarge one (not enhanced, but enlarged)
Does anyone think it could be something supernatural? Or just the light making it look like this.
I'm interested in whether anyone has encountered or documented something specifically resembling:
1. Human-shaped figures with apparent openings through the head or torso.
2. Arms or limbs that appear disconnected from the body.
3. Horn-like head shapes.
4. Unusual dancing or jerky movements followed by reported sudden disappearance.
Thank you in advance!

I believe in ghosts. I think I always have. And, I’ve had a few experiences in my life that have only bolstered the idea. Someday, I may write more about them, but for now, this experience is the most justifying. It’s not going to sound like much, and in a way, it isn’t. But to me, it’s been something quite astounding.

In the summer of 2026, I was visiting Charleston, South Carolina with my wife and children. Visiting historic places is something I enjoy (particularly if there’s a beach nearby). I’m also very interested in genealogy and have enjoyed learning as much as I can about the people who came before me. A branch of my progenitor’s family tree inhabited the Charleston area during the Colonial days. Not a direct line, but still ancestors, so I thought it would be cool to try and find some of their old haunts.

One such place was Colonial Dorchester, which was once a thriving area just outside of Charles Town. By the late 1700s, it had become a ghost town—burned by the British and left in ruin. Today, a large church tower is the focal point of what remains. Near it is a small graveyard, with weathered headstones. A few bricks here and there show the foundation outlines of a small number of houses.

At the other side of the ruins, near the river, is a tabby fort wall. Apparently, this is where they stored all of their munitions and such. It was the closest thing of interest to the parking lot, so we started walking towards it. I think it was about 2:30 or so, but certainly broad daylight. As we walked toward the tabby wall, I was looking around the property; my eyes glancing here and there.

I looked near the fort wall and saw a man dressed in Colonial era clothing. I wasn’t expecting a person to be standing there, so as I turned to look at the other ruins, it hit me, and I did a double-take. He was gone. It happened that quickly.

Now, although I consider myself a believer in such things, I definitely questioned if I had actually seen what I thought I saw. Maybe there was a tree there that—no. Maybe it was a trick of the sun—no.

I saw the thick fibers on his vest. I looked directly into his eyes. I saw his face. He was about 35 to 40-ish. He had brown hair, which was tied in a ponytail. He had a puffy, white shirt across his brown vest with a white sash or strap, which he was holding with one hand. He had on cream colored breeches and stockings.

His face was incredibly striking. The temple area on his forehead was very pronounced, and his nose was very thin. Very English-looking. His eyes were sunken and sad. He looked…dead. Or something like it. Not like a zombie or anything, just…deceased. The best way I can describe his expression is one of weariness, as though he’s tired of guarding that wall all these years.

Was he merely energy playing on a loop? Was he a lost soul? Did he actually look AT me, or did our eyes meet by happenstance. It almost felt like I saw a flash of something we (the living) aren’t supposed to see; as though we caught one-another off guard. Is he the distant relative I read about (who died at the age he appeared to be)? This experience has really added more questions than it’s answered about ghosts.

I have a fairly vivid imagination, but not THAT vivid. I’ve done my best to capture what I saw by writing this and creating an image as best I can. Neither really do justice to the event. On the one hand, this whole thing has only increased my interest in the paranormal. On the other hand, I’m not sure I really want to encounter another of our dearly departed.

if I’m getting poked in my sleep would that be me fighting demons ? it stopped , but I was dealing with this at a young age I still remember seeing a demon in my sleep and my sides were being poked and my back & I be having flash backs . It was hurting so bad

This time two years ago I went on an overnight ghost hunt at 13th century Michelham Priory in East Sussex. I’ve always been interested in the paranormal but an experience stuck with me that I won’t forget.

I was challenged to stay in the Nursery by myself in complete darkness for as long as I could. It was silent.The room was very atmospheric. It had a Victorian style bed, cot, rocking horse & various antique children’s toys. There were also creepy, wooden torso dress forms with white night gowns hanging over them. It reminded me of the child’s room from Woman In Black.

I lasted 4 or 5 minutes.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with by a really intense emotion. Throat & eyes welled up, felt like I was about to cry! But I wasn’t sad, it was a powerful emotion that came from nowhere.

A few seconds later that feeling changing in to something more threatening. It was as though something was screaming at me to GET OUT but there was no sound whatsoever. I didn’t hear a voice, didn’t see anything. It felt external, as though the whole room had suddenly become hostile, something wanted me out. It felt like it was closing in on me. Fight or flight kicked in and I bolted for the door.

This wasn’t the ordinary fear you get as a child when there’s a monster chasing you down the stairs. It felt very different; threatening and confusing.

I was subsequently told that other people have experienced similar emotional, angry or threatening feelings in that room. To this day I wouldn’t go back.

The rest of the investigation.

We also spent time attempting to make contact with whatever might have been present in the priory, including a supposed nun associated with the church tower. We used a mixture of traditional and modern methods alongside EVP. We received a lot of apparent voices and responses. There was so much information coming through that it took us over an hour of trying different methods and piecing things together to work out what we thought we were being told.

One of the communications seemed to identify a nun who had supposedly jumped from a bridge. Another seemed to describe someone who had died trying to escape one of the monks.

I want to be clear that these were the interpretations we arrived at during the investigation. I haven’t verified that the stories were historically accurate, and I can’t prove who, if anyone, was communicating with us. Interestingly, we didn’t experience the same threatening atmosphere during the contact sessions that I experienced alone in the bedroom.

Sorry for the shortened words this community only allows 107 characters for the post titles. Let me know what you guys think, do entities not show themselves to skeptics?

Prefacing this with the usual "I'm a skeptic" disclaimer. Before this I've had experiences which I can't easily debunk, so it's not that I'm a staunch nonbeliever; the point is that I try to debunk my experiences before deciding they're something paranormal. Which means that yes, I did make sure that the doors and windows were all shut and locked—double locks on the doors, even—so "home invader troll" (which tbh might be scarier than the supernatural) is unlikely.

So I recently spent a weekend with my partner for this first time, at his home. While there, we both experienced minor strange things, which he says never happened before and haven't happened since.

He had a few seasonal decorations up, which he turned on at sunset but turned off before bed each day. On my first night there I awoke a bit earlier than him and started breakfast, then wandered around his pitch-dark house a bit as it cooked. When he awoke, he asked me if I had turned one of his decorations on; the previously-dark living room was now bathed in the warm glow of a battery-operated candle. On my second night there, we made sure that every decoration was turned off together; the following morning, however, a decoration he had definitely unplugged the previous night was once again plugged in and running.

Both of us heard strange noises, more than just the house settling. There were the random bumps and thumps, of course, but we also repeatedly heard the sounds of things falling over only to discover nothing out of place upon investigating. While the other was sleeping, he and I separately heard what sounded like someone walking around in different rooms of his home. At one point we both heard some thumping sounds coming from his living or dining room; as we joked about ghosts, we suddenly heard a heavy, human tapping—five knocks—on his bedroom window. As you might have guessed just because of how cliché it is, his bedroom is on the top floor of his house. There are no trees near his house at all, and he doesn't even own a ladder.

So, these aren't really any sort of major occurrences, nothing "red circle clickbait YouTube video"-worthy, but... We made a few jokes about me bringing a ghost into his home after the first few occurrences, but I kind of am wondering if maybe I somehow did.

English is not my first language to I passed my text through Claude but this is a real experience!!

A close friend of mine died and was cremated exactly one month ago, on a full moon. Yesterday was the full moon again.
Since she passed, I've been looking for signs. The lights have flickered on and off a few times, and things have fallen for no reason. I brushed those off as just weird. But last night something happened that I can't explain.
I couldn't sleep, so I was scrolling on social media and landed on a video about hospice workers' experiences. The comments were beautiful. I wasn't scared at all; I felt touched and hopeful.
When I finally decided to sleep, I set my alarm for 5am like always. Work has been really busy, though, so I thought to myself, without saying it out loud: it would be nice to wake up at 4. If I do, that's a sign. If I don't, I get some extra sleep. I remember thinking maybe nobody can hear you if you don't say it out loud, but let's see.
Some context: I use a wake-up light that's controlled through an app. It sits too far from my bed to reach, so I turn it off by unchecking the alarm in the app on my phone.
At exactly 4am, the wake-up light went off. When I grabbed my phone to turn it off, there was no 4am alarm in the app. Nothing was scheduled. I had to get up and switch it off on the device itself.
I said thank you and asked for more signs, as long as they don't scare me. And I honestly wasn't scared when it happened.
But then I told another friend about it, and she pointed out that our friend was absolutely NOT a morning person. She would never in her life have chosen to wake up at 4am.
Now I'm scared. Has anyone experienced something like this? Could it still be her, or should I be worried it was something else?

...To other experiences I can't explain. At first I was like "woah, wtf, I've never seen anything like this?!" but actually looking back, yeah, I'd never seen anything like that, but I have had a couple of weird things happen. I guess I just want to talk it out, see if anyone else has had similar experiences, mostly process through writing. I don't believe in "creepy shit." I believe in science, reason and logic. But at the same time, I know what I saw.

Anyway, I'm biologically incapable of brevity, so this is gonna be a long one.

Two weeks ago, I had to pee.

I went to the bathroom, I sat down, and I peed. After using the bidet, I reached for TP to dry myself. The roll was almost empty, only like 4 squares left.

So I finish off the roll, wipe, throw the empty cardboard cylinder and the pee paper in the trash (delicate septic tank iykyk), and wash my hands. I turn towards the mirror/TP cabinet that faces the toilet, and go to replace the roll.

I pick up a fresh roll, turn back around,

And there is a full roll already on the holder.

So I question myself: "wait, did I replace it already?" But I'm sure I didn't- my body is sure that I only made one smooth motion, half turn towards the trash can and sink, half turn towards the mirror and TP cabinet, full 180° turn back towards the toilet.

I tell my roommate what just happened, and she says that can't be right.

She says that can't be right because SHE used the last of the roll, and replaced it herself, about an hour previously. I tell her "that's not possible, the roll was almost empty." And she says it can't have been, she switched it out earlier.

We go look. The empty roll (and my 4 squares of pee paper) are in the trash can. She says "yeah, that's the empty I threw away." I say "That's the empty *I threw away." We do not resolve anything.

Now, I know the human brain is fallible, I know memory can play tricks, I know this is easy enough to write off as one or both of us misremembering. But I'm completely sure, I only made one turn. Weird.

And that got me thinking. First I was like, I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN TO ME!! But actually I have.

I had something I can't explain happen last year.

At the time, I was working nights -awesome because I have delayed sleep phase disorder, so I'm naturally more alert and awake at night and tired during the day- and I'd get off around 230am. On the night in question, I was heading home around 3am.

I live in the mountains, and to get to my house from town, you drive about 15 miles up a narrow, windy mountain highway, with one lane of travel in each direction. Road etiquette says that if you are driving slow, you pull over and let faster traffic pass you.

So it's the middle of the night and I'm taking it easy, just vibing to my music, when all of a sudden two bright ass headlights get behind me. Riiiiight behind me, no safe following distance, trying to climb up into my ass.

I can see the bright lights in my mirrors, and also through the driver's side window. I can see bits and pieces of the car. And I can hear/feel the vibrations of their driving, they are so close. Any closer and they'd be inside me.

So I start looking for a safe place to pull over. But, this particular stretch of road, there isn't one. So I have to keep going for awhile, and this car keeps right on my tail the whole time. I swear they're less than half a second behind me, just being the tailgatiest taligater on the mountain.

I finally get to a section of road with a big, safe pullout, so I can get tf out of their way.

I pull over, expecting the bright lights to go whipping past me.

Instead, nothing.

No car ever passes.

As I was turning and pulling off, those lights were right there, but I pulled over and they were gone.

Now, where I pulled over, there are no side roads, no driveways, no ditches. There is nothing but unbroken forest on either side of the road. I even went back in daylight and looked- there's nowhere they could have gone. They can't have passed me with their lights off, because I would have heard them, and there was just nothing.

Like they vanished into thin air.

That was weird. I didn't think too much of it, just joked that they must have been the most redneck ghost to ever ghost- if their unfinished business was trying to get people to drive faster through the mountains.

I've got one more, though. From a long time ago.

I was 19, and living in a studio apartment behind a barbershop in a commercial neighborhood. After the businesses around me closed, this neighborhood got QUIET, since there were no other residents, just shops.

My half sister moved in with me when she left her abusive, POS boyfriend. He had knocked her up, hurt her when he found out, so I brought her to stay with me until she got back on her feet. Took her to planned parenthood, found her a job, we settled into living together.

This was a Friday or a Saturday night.

She told me she was going out with friends, put on a cute outfit, walked out the front door. I had my own shit going on that night, so I was in the bathroom putting on makeup.

Then I hear it.

I hear her voice screaming my name. Sounded like she needed help. So I grab our katana and go running in the direction of the scream. (As you do.)

About two blocks away, I find her.

WITH her POS ex boyfriend. They've been talking. She invited him here. Lied about it, snuck out to meet him. She didn't tell me because she knew I'd freak out and be hostile. But they're getting back together. How did I even find her, and what's with the sword, anyway?

She hadn't screamed. Hadn't called for me.

But I heard her. I ran in the direction of the scream, and I found her.

I've never heard voices, I've never had auditory hallucinations, never even had auditory pareidolia where you hear words in white noise. Never had anything like that happen before or since.

I wonder if she somehow, subconsciously, felt overwhelmed or scared and reached out to me.

Mostly everyone was confused.

I put the katana away and went home. They went on their date, they got back together, and she didn't leave him until years later after he cheated on her and killed her cat. But what gets me is, I ran towards the sound and there she was. Idk, it's weird.

I've got a bonus one from the same era. This one I find easier to explain away as a brain malfunction, but why not bring it up for the sake of completeness:

I was 19, and I liked to party in my time off. I was planning on going camping that weekend, so I called a friend of a friend with a prescription to see if I could buy "fun pills," for my trip. Just wanted to relax in the wilderness.

To be very clear, I was buying pills. I was not on pills at the time. In fact, I was completely sober when I drove to my friend of a friend's house, handed over cash, and got 2 pills in return.

I had a cute little pill container that looked like a tiny purse, with a latch that took force to open or close. I pop my loot in the lil purse container, I remember seeing both of them in there. I push the latch closed. It clicks shut. I double check it because I'm paranoid about losing things- all good. Click it shut a final time. Put the lil pill purse into the zipped pocket of my actual purse, zip the pocket closed.

Get in my car. Drive home. Time to finish up packing for my trip.

I decide I'm going to hide the pills in with some aspirin. So I grab my purse.

Unzip the zipped pocket- there's the little pill purse.

Unlatch the pill purse.

There's only one pill.

Okay, idk how it fell out of a latched container, but it must have. Check the zip pocket- no holes in the lining, no loose seams, pocket is perfectly intact, and completely pill-less.

The pill purse was still latched. The pocket was still zipped. Hell, the remaining pill was still in the same part of the bag it had been in when last I looked. But the second pill was gone.

I checked the rest of my purse, I checked my car, my pockets, I searched thoroughly and methodically.

I never found it.

Not then. Not when I deep cleaned and detailed that car so I could sell it. Not when I retired that purse and cut it up for fabric. Not when I moved out of that studio. Never.

It was there and then it wasn't.

And that's every weird thing that's happened to me that defies explanation, or doesn't fit explanations, or doesn't make logical sense.

I don't believe in weird shit. I'm sure there are thoroughly mundane, perfectly reasonable and logical explanations for all these experiences. Sure, maybe some misfiring neurons, tricks of the light, pareidolia, etc, are more likely than weird shit. But I have questions I can't quite shake.

Where could that car possibly have gone, on an unbroken road? How did I run in the correct direction, following what I thought was my sister's scream? If I had already replaced the toilet paper, why wasn't there an additional roll missing from the stack in the cupboard? How does something go missing inside a latched container, inside a zipped pocket, inside a purse.

If you bothered to read all that, thank you for putting up with me.

If anything similar has ever happened to you, I want to hear about it!

Hell, if anything different has happened to you, I want to hear about it. What's your story? Anything ever happen that you can't quite explain or rationalize away?

Went to the beach shortly after sundown and took these photos. My friend also took some from his phone and also caught the same things. I’ve asked a few people and they confirm what I have seen in the photos. Green orbs, face figure and silhouette can all be seen in the first photo. Am I loosing it or do y’all see something? When I saw the face in the photo, I instantly felt chills and a negative energy.

Anybody have any tips on capturing the best evidence? The current gear I have is:
2 REM pods
1 Dead Bell
2 Spirit Boxes
1 EMF reader
1 EVP Recorder.
I myself am also a medium, and may even have family ties to the house. The house was used as a safekeep during the probation era, and my grandfather was a bootlegger, it’s possible he smuggled alcohol into the mansion.

Here in the 1st picture, if you zoom in, you can see I black shiny thing. The other pictures and some deleted ones were shot without a break. The night sky had no stars. The rooftop had no lights. This one is really unexplainable!! I shot it on my Samsung S21FE

I was taking my night strolls on the rooftop of my apartment, and I have this habit of taking random pictures. This caught my eyes while I was discarding the other bad pictures.

I don’t know if it was paranormal but I just had the weirdest experience, I Was dreaming and thought my partner put his hand on my shoulder and said “babe you have to wake up right now”, he sounded genuinely considered and i woke up, my eyes were open but i couldn’t move them, I Could hear blood pumping through my ears really loud and I couldn’t open my mouth. Kept going “mm “mm” until I finally said to my partner “help” but he was asleep. I had to wake him up and tell him what happened, we just moved into his parents house where everyone sees a lady walking in the hallways that isn’t there.

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Hey everyone. I need to share a story that happened to my cousin a while ago while she was visiting out family because none of us really know what to make of it and it still freaks us out , she doesn't use reddit so I'm sharing it on her behalf .

For a bit of context, we are Muslim, so waking up in the early hours before dawn for prayer is a regular part of our routine. My cousin was staying over at our house in another room , while my sister and I were sleeping in ours.

The story starts when she woke up to what she thought was her phone alarm going off at around 3:00 AM for prayer. But as soon as she sat up and looked down, she didn't see her legs. Instead, she saw a thin, silver thread-like cord extending from her chest down toward the bed. Floating right below her was her physical body, still fast asleep, while the room around her looked completely identical to reality. Panic set in fast, and she desperately tried to force herself awake. Realizing she had to re-enter her body, she willed herself back inside. The moment she reconnected, she snapped awake with a heavy gasp, breathless.

Immediately after waking up, her phone went off again with the prayer alarm. She picked it up, checked the screen, and got out of bed to go to the bathroom for wudu (ablution). While she was washing up, she suddenly heard the call to prayer echoing faintly in her left ear. But it sounded completely wrong it wasn't a full call to prayer, just the first half of it repeating over and over in a weird, glitched loop. It gave her an unsettling feeling, but she tried to ignore it and finished getting ready.

Leaving the bathroom, she wanted to head into the living room to pray. To get there, she had to pass by the bedroom where my sister and I were sleeping. As she walked past our door, she heard the two of us talking inside. She knew we were speaking Arabic, but the words sounded completely garbled and distorted, almost like listening to a foreign language in reverse. She couldn't understand a single thing we were saying. When she reached the door leading into the main area, an overwhelming wave of pure terror suddenly washed over her. She felt this undeniable instinct that something horrifying was waiting just on the other side. Paralyzed with fear, she couldn't bring herself to turn the door handle, so she turned around and bolted back to her room.

Back in her room and visibly shaken, she grabbed her phone to check the time and calm herself down. But when she picked it up, the phone was dead completely turned off. That's when it hit her: her phone had been completely out of battery and unplugged all night. Yet she swore she had just heard it ring and checked it moments before. Confused and terrified, she looked at the actual wall clock to see what was going on. It wasn't 3:00 AM anymore. The clock read 1:30 AM nowhere near dawn, and hours before anyone should have been awake.

To this day, she swears on everything that she wasn't dreaming and that every single detail happened exactly as she remembers. Has anyone here ever experienced an astral projection that turned into a weird time slip or reality glitch like this?

I first I thought it was rot on that specific pumpkin but Im starting to expect something else. It looks more flat like it’s in front of the pumpkin. i Felt the picture to feel if the picture was burnt. i have nothing else to say. Also mods if you don’t let me post this tell me a good other subbreddit to post this on. I might do updates but only if this post gets big. see you if I update this i guess

The house I lived in from approx age 5 until 13 years old, I believe was haunted.

Of course no one believed me, and I was left to experience sporadic, but targeted paranormal activity.

I'm sure that the paranormal activity started after house renovations (kitchen).

I do believe there was more than 1 spirit in the house, I always sensed a male spirit (if it was linked to renovations, then it probably original owner/builder).

- Activity was mild & sporadic for a long time, I always knew I was being watched, by a male spirit (I never saw anything, just felt presence, pets didn't react to anything)

- With male spirit, his energy was concentrated around certain bedrooms, he was just upset & bitter (so I assume it was original builder)

- Activity started becoming more intense when I was around 11 years old, in the end I was shaking when leaving my bedroom to use bathroom, always sensed something standing in doorway, it couldn't enter my room

- Sometimes that unseen presence did enter my room, atmosphere was depressing & heavy.

- I was only targeted when I was alone, E.g home alone, & I heard footsteps coming behind me, I sensed a very angry male spirit (I ignored it, until it whispered in my ear, I ran from my room, it was thumping wearing large boots, I got out through side door & could hear things being thrown & yelling

- My parents found me hiding outside crying & shaking, I said someone broke in, since they wouldn't believe that a ghost chased me

- I was also targeted in personal attacks by one of the spirits (whispering to me & threatening to hurt me, felt sick when it was around)

- Probably my most significant experience was when something tried to shove me in my bed, felt a cold hand pushing me

- My dad heard his name being whispered from playroom (he thought he was imagining it, if he took it seriously, we would've got help to banish whatever was haunting house)

- Experiences in that house probably weren't as intense as they could've become, because I didn't go looking for the spirits, I didn't pay attention to them or call out for anything to occur

Current house:

The most extreme activity has occurred here, & is a rare occurrence.

- First few years in the house, sometimes I was swamped by fear & too scared to leave bedroom at night (I assume that's because when we moved, we kept some toys/furniture/etc that had spiritual attachments, but it wasn't strong enough to attack me, just scare me), those sensations of fear went away when my mum threw out some belongings that we think had negative attachments

- I had a memorable incident when I was woken up by something pushing me in bed, & it made me turn over to face it (was a black shadow shaking window blinds & holding me down with its other arm, it was wailing)

- My mum said she could hear blinds shaking in my room & someone walking around, then could hear me shouting

- She thought I had fallen over, I told her I was in bed, there was a ghost next to the bed making a lot of noise, that she could hear

- The next night it came back, targeting me again. It was tapping on the blinds, my mum thinks it was her dad's ghost, because she told him to leave & stop taunting us, it never came back.

My mum & me agreed that if it kept returning, we would get house cleansing to banish it.

- The difference in this house is that atmosphere was never heavy with these attacks

- I did have something follow me home from my workplace, room was dark & depressing, until I ordered it to leave, I could see large shadow in room, I kept praying & telling it to leave until atmosphere lightened (I had a vision of it, it was calling me over, I felt very sick looking at it, it was a young woman, I wasn't terrified at all, just all my energy drained & felt I shouldn't approach her, just wanted her to go away)

- It didn't want to leave, I felt very sick before I started praying, it was trying to attach itself to me

- I know who it was attached to at my workplace, he was a bully & hated me, I just told her go back & haunt him, leave me alone

- If I start seeing or hearing things & atmosphere is depressing, then it's a bad sign

- I don't try to imagine things, or stare into the dark (that's how childhood haunting started, it noticed i was giving it attention)

- I don't believe in ouija boards, tarot cards, occult, third eye opening, etc (I don't want to open doorways to evil)

I’m new to all things *woo*, and my experiences began quite suddenly about two years ago.

Since then, I’ve experienced what I can only describe as poltergeist activity, mind’s-eye activation, orbs, and shimmering beams of flashing light, some black, some white.

There’s also the ear ringing, which seems to hum along a sine wave, ebbing and flowing, rising and falling. Honestly, it sometimes feels more like an ancient alien language than anything physiological.

Interestingly, I’ve never seen a traditional UFO, not a craft or an alien. And I have asked many times (but they always go quiet).

When I asked these apparent visitors who or what they were, the responses I experienced were simply: “We’re dead,” followed by “specters.”

So, does anyone have any insight into what a specter actually is in folklore, paranormal traditions, or personal experience? What are they supposed to be, and do they have a purpose?

One recurring theme is their apparent insistence that I quit smoking cigarettes. They seem to participate in my daily synchronicities, too, sometimes with a word popping into my mind seconds before I hear the same word from a family member or on television.

I fully realize how batshit crazy this all sounds. Believe me, I’m not oblivious to how it comes across. But the experiences have been persistent, and the apparent warnings about my future health have become increasingly difficult to ignore.

There was even a strange incident involving a Facebook notification on my phone about a cardiologist appointment that never happened, accompanied by claims about my health that I believe were false. The weird part? I’d closed my Facebook account months earlier.

After roughly two years of this, I still can’t get a clear sense of what I’m dealing with. The experiences can feel persecutory and mischievous, yet at other times almost playful.

So, what exactly is a specter? Are specters considered potentially malevolent in different traditions, or is that not necessarily part of the concept?

I’d appreciate any insight, especially from people familiar with the folklore or who have had experiences they interpret similarly.

Thanks!

Edit: These ‘specters’ demands to change my station in life (i.e quitting smoking) is eerily similar to the kind of thing I’ve stumbled on in various gang stalking articles of ‘targeted individuals’. That’s something I’d rather try and avoid entertaining right now. But their chatter to change can become incessant at times.

I'm sorry for the length, but I've been binging these stories and it made me remember mine.

Before I start, I've always been pretty skeptical of the paranormal, even as a kid, as crazy as that sounds. This experience, after being confirmed, is what made me open up a little more to the paranormal.

For a little background, when I was very young, probably preschool age, I had many cousins of mine tell me that the upstairs of my grandparents house was haunted. They'd say, "I saw a ghost!!" "I saw things move on their own!" And again, I was skeptical, even as a small child, so I didn't really believe them. I just thought they were trying to scare me.

Now for my story. I was about 5 years old when this happened.

My dad had an early doctor's appointment the next day in a different city, so we slept over at my grandparents house since they lived very close to the hospital. My mom, my baby sister, and I stayed in a room upstairs together. I got thirsty and started whining for my mom to go get me some water. She went to get me some water, and once she left, I noticed a figure in the room. This wasn't a shadow-type figure, though, this was a solid form in the corner of the room. He was tall and thin, with his head tilted slightly towards the ground, and he was wearing a top hat. (why do shadow men always wear a top hat?) He was standing completely still and straight.

I remember pulling my blanket up over my mouth and nose, trying to hide myself. My sister was an infant, asleep in her pop-up cot on the other side of the bed, so I felt completely alone. I stared down at him the whole time, trying to rationalize what I was seeing. I wanted to think it was just a shadow, but I knew he wasn't a shadow because he was solid. I started trying to convince myself that it was a coat rack with a hat on it, like in the cartoons I watched.

I stared, unmoving, until my mom came back after what felt like hours. (without my water btw- idk what she was doing for so long instead of getting my water she went downstairs to get.) I finally felt safe enough to fall asleep. I can't remember whether or not he was still there after my mom got back, but the next morning, I woke up and looked around the room for something that could explain away what I saw. There was nothing. No coat rack in the corner, no human-like object that could've made a shadow in the dark like that, just nothing.

I never told my mom. I thought I was crazy, and thought she would think I was crazy, too. Around 8 years later, my family was on a camping trip with a couple that my parents were friends with. My dad was talking with the couple about skinwalkers, since our campsite was only about an hour away from Skinwalker Ranch. They were talking about the show and how crazy the proof was. I started thinking to myself, "well, if they're talking about skinwalkers, ghosts don't sound that crazy, do they?" So I brought up my experience to my mom. I simply said, "I saw a figure in grandma and grandpa's house once." and she nonchalantly shrugs and goes, "Oh yeah, they've been there since I was a kid."

EXCUSE ME?

I was shook, and I say something like, "wait, what?!" and she says, "Yeah, there's a tall, skinny one and a short, fat one." Now I'm thinking maybe I'm not so crazy, and I exclaim, "YES, I SAW THE TALL SKINNY ONE!!" She tells me, "Yeah, they walk around up there, they won't bother you, though."

Even after this, I still was finding it hard to believe, so I asked my sister if I had mentioned what the figure looked like to my mom before she had told me what the two of them looked like, yk, maybe she was just messing with me. My sister told me that I hadn't.

It has since been around 5 years after this confirmation, and not too long ago, I asked my mom about it again, and she said the same thing. My mom does not have a great memory, woman can barely remember what I told her this morning, so I feel like I can more comfortably believe her.

I am still pretty skeptical, though. I've had many other experiences I can't quite explain away---that's another story---and my mom has also said my family tends to be more like- susceptible (?) to that sorta thing, since her whole family thing with that house, and my dads family is very psychic, i guess. My parents were both religious growing up, though. My mom was Mormon and I assume my dad was Christian or Catholic bc of his culture but i don't know for sure. Either way, they're more like- in-tune to believe in that kind of thing due to growing up religious, so I'm not sure whether to fully believe it or not.

It's been like 12-13 years and I'm still not sure if i believe in the paranormal or not. But all I know is i have many odd stories that i've been yet to find a way to explain

When my son was 4 months old he got super sick from a combination of RSV, COVID and a double ear infection all at one time. He ended up getting hospitalized for 6 days. The whole experience was traumatizing for us and it didn’t help at all that the room we stayed in was haunted.

My husband and I stayed the entire time with him is his room. At night we both squeezed into a single gurney bed together. The very first night in that room I woke up to the tv in the room turning on, blasting at a pretty loud volume. I didn’t think too much about it and stumbled around trying to find where the remote was to turn it off. I was annoyed because it could wake my son but figured maybe somehow the signal from a remote in a nearby room turned it on or something… I finally found the remote, turned the volume all the way down, turned the tv off and laid back down.

I shut my eyes and within a couple minutes the tv turned on AGAIN but this time even louder than before. It made me jump. This time it creeped me out a bit and I had an odd feeling. I glanced at the clock in the room and it happened to be just after 3am… the witching hour.

I turned the tv off again and laid in bed unable to sleep. I was just thankful that it didn’t wake my baby up. I’ve always been interested in the paranormal but just from these two incidences I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. I couldn’t help but wonder though.

In the morning when a nurse came in to check on my son, I asked her if it’s possible for a remote in a different room to turn on our tv. I told her it turned on by itself twice and the volume cranked up louder than the first time when it happened the second time. She looked at me a bit sheepish and told me “Actually, this room is haunted.”

I was a bit in shock that she just straight up said that. I figured if a room is haunted a nurse wouldn’t want to freak the occupants out by admitting to it. I right away was so interested though and asked her how she knows and if she has stories.

She said that it’s just a widely known thing to everyone that works that floor that this room is haunted. The ghost is known for doing exactly what it did to us the night prior; turning on the tv by itself. It also turns on the lights in the room and bathroom on its own without anyone in there and quite frequently presses the call light when nobody is in there. They’ve had electricians and others in there multiple times to check things out but they had never found anything that would cause these things to happen.

She said that they are always freaked out when they have to go in the room to turn off the call light. She told me that she doesn’t like working in the room and when you’re in there you often hear strange noises and the sound of a woman talking quietly.

She wasn’t sure why the room was haunted too. To her knowledge nobody had died in that room. We were actually in the postpartum wing which was a newer part of the hospital. We were placed in there due to overflow.

After hearing this it was like…”Great to know and now we are freaking stuck in this creepy room for who knows how long”…. But again I was pretty interested. As the nurses changed shifts and we would get someone else I’d ask them if they had stories to share with me from that room. Most of them would confirm the room was haunted but I did have a couple nurses tell me to not listen to the other nurses…they were probably trying to not freak us out.

Every day while in that room we experienced exactly what the nurses had told us about. The tv turning on by itself (I eventually unplugged it), the lights turning on by itself and really creepy feelings and random cold spots. It always felt like somebody was watching you. My son was hooked up to monitors and high flow oxygen so at a point I was legitimately afraid the ghost would start messing with his equipment.

I asked a nurse if it was known for doing that and she said thankfully it hasn’t done that before but they have definitely thought about the risk. It mostly seems to just like to make itself known.

At night I had multiple times where I was laying in bed and the bathroom light would turn on. I would hear soft sounds as though someone was in there quiet and shuffling around.

My husband is a skeptic but he was definitely creeped out by the experience.

When the day finally came where my son was able to be discharged I was so ready to get the heck out of that room. It felt so heavy and negative being stuck in there for so long. It didn’t help the stress and worry dealing with our super sick baby.

As we were about to leave the room I decided to say out loud, “Whoever is in here, thank you for not messing with us too badly. Please do not follow us. You need to stay here. Thank you.”

Right as I said that a very noticeable drop in temperature immediately occurred. My husband and I looked at each other and without another word we scurried out of there.

After being back home it felt so heavy, negative and dark still. I had an awful nightmare the first night back. The next day I opened all the windows up and smudged the heck out of the house with sage to cleanse the area. It definitely helped doing that. I think the negativity and heavy energy of that room came home with us but thankfully the ghost did not.

If anyone is interested, the room was PP-17 at Kootenai Health Hospital in Coeur d’Alene Idaho.

So my boyfriend just came home from a trip to Texas, he showed me his pictures from the trip. This one is from when he was at a old brewery that's now a hotel.

I really believe that he caught a ghost on camera but he is a non- believer and thinks it was just someone walking past the camera. I think the proportions are just off, like it's almost floating? I don't know. The eyes look really weird and it's invisible in most places, and it looks like the person is wearing a white lab coat or something.

Would love to hear what anyone of you guys seeing this thinks!

What is their story

I’m watching a Filipino paranormal investigator, Ed Caluag, and I’ve noticed that during some sessions, he has skeptics or clients close their eyes while he supposedly channels energy, allowing them to experience or describe events surrounding a tragedy.

Some people describe vivid scenes and emotions, while others only feel sensations like intense coldness. Once the session is over, Ed performs what appears to be a closing process.

Could experiences like these make someone more sensitive to paranormal activity afterward, even if the session is supposedly closed? Or is the closing process meant to prevent that?

I’ve lived in Appalachia my whole life, I’m 22 to start off this experience of mine. There’s always been weird things that’s been happening around me since I was young. Home alone, hearing someone call my name, knocking, whistling at night. From what my family has talked about and friends close to me this isn’t not normal but not common here.

There’s rules that some follow here for things like the paranormal or cryptids if you will and I’m one of them, though my mom and dad never have since they’ve never believed in the paranormal, though I have since I can remember. For example the basic rules “Don’t whistle inside the house at night.” “If you hear your name called don’t answer.” “Don’t follow voices or unexplained cries or lights.” “Close your blinds when night falls.” Etc…

I follow these rules HEAVILY. Always have since I learned. Up until 3 years ago some things have happened. It’s died down since then but still some things put me on edge. It was around this time 2 years ago and started to happen every night for a few weeks, it happened one night at around 1am and it always did. I would be laying in bed scrolling my phone, or on my pc infront of my window, I have blinds and always kept them closed and still do. On this night I was on my phone scrolling when I heard a noise on the front porch infront of my window it was a scraping noise. Ok, maybe a possum, raccoon or another animal. It’s common here. Then it turned into heavy steps. Ok not so normal, might be a deer?

No. Instead I heard something infront of my window whistle, not like a normal person whistling a tune. Just a flat whistle the was a little pitched. Unnerving and cold. That’s when I muted my TV and turned my phone off to listen. I thought it was my phone or tv but kept happening. So like I’m told and from others that have said, ignore the whistles don’t let it know your paying attention. So I tried my best. But then it started to move around my room. Like it was inside my room. Going from corner to corner. Then knocking. Small soft knocks that followed it. It changed places in every corner of my room fast. Safe to say I was scared shitless and kept scrolling on my phone trying to ignore it but curiosity got the best of me and I looked at the camera we have set up on the front porch that shows the front yard and another that can see my bedroom window. I looked at the time it was doing the whistling and knocking on my window but seen absolutely nothing.

Nothing at all. Which honestly pissed me off to no end and scared me more because I atleast wanted to see what was going on because I know I wasn’t hearing it because my cat was also on my bed with me and following the noise, his ears perked up and eyes wide like he was scared. This went on for a few weeks to the point I lost sleep and would stay awake during the night because I was too scared. It stopped a few weeks later. Time skip to almost 3 months or so later it started to happen during the day by myself when I was home alone. I would hear whistling inside my house from different parts, hear someone cough like my dad or do a deep sigh like one my mom does or even hear it mumble my name. I would stay in my room with my door locked with my cat. At first I had figured it was my dad but during the day and at nights because he does whistle a tune when he’s home just for fun but like I said before it was a flat tuneless whistle that was pitched.

I had called both mom and dad and they were both at work since it would be during the day and they wouldn’t be home till 6-7pm. It rarely happens now, but there are those times it still occurs. I’ve learned to ignore it over these 3 years but I’m still questioning what exactly it is and why it does this. I just want to know why it does this and what it is. If anyone has any idea please let me know.

‎One day, a girl asked me which town you were from, i said Anaparthi to her The next day at the institute, on the 4th floor infront of the window, as I was breathing, one of my friend told me "say A" when I am breathing infront of the window, after I said A the name Anaparthi came out from my breath not from my mouth I felt that. At that exact moment, I turned around, our eyes met, and she smiled.