I can’t explain why it was haunted. It wasn’t old. It wasn’t outwardly creepy. However, many things happened there that cannot be explained and were witnessed by others, including my children.

It was in a south suburb of Chicago. When we moved in, it was only a four year old house. Everything started when I was pregnant. The first thing was the growling. There was a growling in the corner of the primary bedroom, in the middle of the day. No animals were present. This was in 2002, so I did not have a camera phone to record it. Once the first child was born, the events rapidly accelerated. I have so many stories if anyone is interested.

Years later, I found out one of my neighbors had similar happenings. We heard the neighborhood was on the site of an old settlement where lynchings took place. That might be the source of the energy.

This is the old plantation house I mentioned in my original post. Unfortunately, there is a road block down to the house with DO NOT TRESPASS signs, so I zoomed in with my phone. The tree obscures the front, so I know it’s difficult to see anything. I included info on the building to prove it’s an authentic antebellum structure.

Construction Era: Built circa 1815–1820 during the Federal period.

Architectural Style: A large, nearly square, 2½-story brick structure (measuring roughly 38 feet wide and 40 feet deep) featuring a full cellar and pitched gable roof with paired chimneys on the northwest end.

Interior Layout: Designed with a classic Tidewater side-passage, double-pile floor plan, noted for an unusually spacious side passage (16 feet wide by 40 feet long) that functioned as a major living space rather than a simple stair hall. Fine Federal woodwork and early paint evidence remain preserved.

Notable Changes: An original two-story brick wing on the northwest gable collapsed during a past windstorm and was subsequently dismantled.

Hello again everyone! I want to thank everyone first for all of the support and kind words you have commented. Especially when it comes to my grandparents and their house. They are no longer with us and it has been amazing to see them live on through these photos. So again thank you all!

Now on to part 3.

I wanted to share a bit of history of this house that you all have helped me find. When this house was built it became the Nichol's tavern and stage coach stop in 1830 the house was built in 1790 so about 40 years after the build. It was the last stop in a line of stage coach stops. (Pictures of the old map and the piece about the property will be added). When looking at the map (photo nine) Nichol's tavern and stagecoach is number three on there.

This explains the Nichol's cemetery that is in the back yard. The Mowry's married into the Nichol's family and the road next to the house is name Mowry road. Finding all of this information shows how much history is surrounding this house and how the original owners and their energy never truly left.

Ok now for more haunting stories, with photos to help explain.

In the second photo (taken from zillow I do not have any of these rooms, sadly back then we didnt think to take photos of the rooms) this would have been my "play room" the closet is the one my cousin was hiding in and the empty space in the side is where I heard the little girl ask me to play.

Another story in that room was when my cousin lived there I moved in for a brief time when I was 18 and stayed in that room as her daughters were staying in my original room. I had one occurrence happen in that room I will never forget. I was laying in the bed wide awake, when it felt like an elephant sat on my chest. I could not breath and I could not move. The air got heavy. I did not know what to do other than start praying in my head (raised catholic thats all I could think of to do). I then hear that voice I heard many years ago in that storage space but this time she said "she's right here". Then I heard my uncle who passed years prior say "I'll just talk over that, tell my mother I love her." Then the weight was gone and everything was normal. It was late so I just laid there shocked and not sure what to do. The next morning I went downstairs to tell my nana and she wasn't there. I called and my papa picked up her cell phone and informed me that they were at the hospital and that my nana wasn't responsive that morning. Thankfully she got fixed up and lived for many more years with no issue. I gave my uncles message to her when she was feeling better.

The third photo is my living room (again these are from zillow it did not look like that when we lived there). I do see the fly string hanging so the fly problem must have never went away. In this room is where my friend heard the man walking towards her with heavy boots on when we were the only ones in the house. In that room as well at another time when I was baby sitting and my friend was over we heard who we thought was my grandfather talking to us but again we called for him with no response just to find out he was in the barn no where near the upstairs. Or anywhere we could have heard him talking. The lights in this room were on a dimmer switch as well and if you sat there with them on they would slowly dim and raise. You could say it's the lighting as it is a very old house but with everything else and how rhythmic it was I think it was someone having a little fun.

The fourth picture shows a room with a ledge above the fireplace/door way. My cousins daughter posted a comment in my previous reddit saying how they used to throw toys up there and one night someone decided all the toys needed to come down. When they got up the next morning all the toys were on the floors. Like she said in her comment you can not get up there without a ladder. Maybe the little girl was tired of those and wanted to some new toys to play with.

The fifth picture is the dining room which was the original stage coach stop. This is where you would hear the horses and the going through and the hinges rattling from the vibration. Photo six is the original doors to that stage coach stop. I can only imagine the energy that flows through those doors and that room.

In my last story I mentioned my grandfather finding a noose. While looking through some old photos on Facebook I came across the photo of the barn when it began to fall. While looking I realized you can see the noose my grandfather found hanging. The full picture of the barn is photo seven but if you look at photo eight I circled where the noose is to help see it. It is easy to look past. To help the loop of the noose is stuck on something then you see the slipknot and the rest of the rope is dangling. We all knew it was up there but very eery to see in the photo.

The last photo is from the Historical and Architectural Resoureces of North Smithfield Rhode Island and number 23 on that page is the house.

I have had a great time sharing all of these stories with everyone and if you have questions please feel free to ask I'm happy to answer!

Thank you again for reading!

A map of the most haunted locations in Sheffield, England.

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• Spring-heeled Jack sightings
• The executioner who haunts the gallows site of the last public cage hanging
• The haunted ruins of the UK's largest WWII prisoner of war camp
• A bridge built in 1150 with its own chilling rhyme about human sacrifice
• A haunted Drive Thru Starbucks in a building that pre-dates America by 600 years

me and my partner moved into our apartment in Nashville a couple of months ago for a few months everything seemed to be normal no noises or anything out there until one day I just felt an awful sense of something negative is here. after I called it out it proceeded to get worse and worse at first it was simple like little whispers and slight footsteps here and there but it was enough for me to be calm and fall back asleep then it proceeded to turn into me seeing a shadow beside our bedroom door and I would always tell my partner in which she didn’t believe me and for some reason it’s attached to only me (for now) I had to move out for college but I came back and the haunting has got worse our apartment literally sounds alive it’s just me and my girlfriend we are both females so in general we are very timid with the paranormal but not new to it I kept hearing heavy stomping and footsteps above our room and thought well this is nashville and there is homeless people around the area it could be the homeless I kept noticing my stuff would just go missing and never come back up like my glasses our chargers but then one night I got fed up and me and my partner got into a huge argument and I said “It’s gonna happen to you just watch “ and it infact showed whatever the it is it started stomping so loud that we called our local police department because we thought it was homeless living in our home they came and did a deep look into the apartment and of course we looked crazy because NOBODY WAS THERE. I felt hopeless and almost crazy it kept getting worse and we called the police again and of course nobody was there and then it became a every night thing to where all we hear is footsteps and banging and it comes from everywhere in our home it only happens to me in the daytime when she’s at work and she only hears it with me at night i’m hopeless and honestly scared it’s becoming so apparent to where it’s also moving things in our face like something we hang over our bed just rock back and fourth violently and tonight I had enough and yelled at it got louder and started just banging three loud times I have no idea what to do I don’t know how to get rid of whatever may be attached to me or my home please help.

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So there’s this house that a few years ago had a mentally ill person living in it, they would spray paint things on their garage door, things that seemed to be them calling out for help and one was something about them wondering where their children were, I don’t quite remember. But eventually that person I believe was taken to the psych ward and the house was sold to an older couple (prob in their 60’s-70’s so not super old). This couple lived in the house for a few weeks before being found dead in their sleep from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Idk, this house could just be plain unlucky but something is off about it. Also, a family lives in that house now and seems to be very festive when it comes to Halloween.

Thoughts?

At the end of May, 1987, while my parents were on vacation, I was taking care of the haunted house I had lived in from 1979 till 1985. By this time the poltergeist activity had decreased to almost nothing but I was still scared to be in the house alone, especially at night. I called a friend of mine and asked him if he would mind staying there with me when he could while my parents were gone.

I had told him quite a few stories about the activity in that house and barn in the past so I used the possibility of a paranormal encounter to lure him into staying. He, fortunately for him, had never experienced anything he would consider paranormal before but was still interested and not skeptical. So he agreed to stay that night.

While I was waiting for him to arrive, my brother called to see if I was going to be staying there that night so he could hang out with his friends. I confirmed that I was and also told him I was having my friend over to possibly have his first paranormal experience. My brother thought that was a good idea, so he decided to mention that to his friends to see if they wanted to join in for an experience of their own. One of his friends had a ouija Board and thought that was a great place to try it out so they agreed.

My brother arrived with his two friends first and we walked around outside telling his friends about experiences we had there and in the barn. One of his friends was a skeptic so he wasn't believing anything me and my brother was talking about. The other was like my friend. He hadn't experienced anything in his life but still had an open mind.

While we were talking, my friend finally arrived, so I went to his car to greet him. He had his girlfriend with him so I asked if he was still planning on staying the night. He said yes as long as his girlfriend could stay as well. I didn't mind as long as she was aware of my reason for having him stay. I told her that strange things may happen that might be scary to someone who has never had those experiences before. She was also a skeptic, so she agreed to stay saying nothing was going to happen anyway.

While my brother and his friends were still outside, I took my friend and his girlfriend upstairs to show him where they could sleep. After showing them, I started telling stories about the house to prepare them for what could possibly happen during the night. The only thing I was expecting would happen was the attic door would shake and make noise like it had done almost every night while I was living there. We went into the attic so I could show them what was in there while still talking about past experiences in the house and barn

There was a stack of old encyclopedias on the floor that was in disarray with one on the floor. I picked up the one from the floor and placed it on top of the stack and then straightened up the stack while finishing my stories of past experiences. Afterward, I went back downstairs to see what my brother was doing. My friend stayed upstairs with his girlfriend so they could be alone.

When I got downstairs, I saw that they had already set up the Ouija Board on the table and even had a few candles on the table around it. The table was in the dining room at the bottom of the stairs. I closed the stairway door and sat down in the empty chair in front of me facing away from the door. My brother and his two friends were already sitting in the other chairs. We lit the candles, put our fingers on the planchette, and began asking questions.

The planchette was moving with all our hands on it answering our questions. I wasn't moving it but I did think someone in our group was. I didn't believe Ouija Boards were anything more than a novelty. While playing with the board we heard someone walking on the stairs which caused all four of us to look at the stairway door. I didn't think anything of it since my friend and his girlfriend were still upstairs. I just figured they were coming down. But after a little time, he hadn't opened the door.

So I opened the door and saw he wasn't there. I then went up and asked him if he had gone down the stairs and he told me that him and his girlfriend hadn't moved from the couch they were sitting on. He told me that he thought one of us was coming upstairs because they heard it also. Six people heard someone walking on the stairs when there was no one on the stairs.

My brother's skeptical friend was getting really spooked after that. We had to convince him not to just leave. His other friend was intrigued like it was the coolest thing he'd experienced up to that point. My brother and I were used to that sort of thing so it didn't phase us at all. After convincing his friend to stay, we went back to playing with the Ouija Board. It was answering questions again and I still thought somebody was moving the planchette.

Then the intrigued friend asked whatever was answering to put out one of the candles. Within five seconds, one of the candles just burned out. There was no moving air in the room plus all the other candles were still burning without any motion indicating moving air. The spooked skeptical friend screamed and started running for the door still screaming. The other friend followed him and my brother after that.

I shouldn't have been, but I was laughing at the guys reaction. Even though it was spooky, I never expected a big guy like him to scream like that. I went outside to find my brother's friends getting in the car to leave. I said we can't stop without saying goodbye on the Ouija Board just in case the superstition is true. My brother's friends were not willing to go back in the house though, so my brother and I went in and said the goodbye. They left right after that without the Ouija Board.

I went back inside and blew out the remaining candles. Then I went upstairs to tell my friend and his girlfriend what just happened since I knew they had to have heard the screaming. We sat upstairs talking until nighttime. Nothing happened until after midnight when the attic door began moving. Like I mentioned before, this was a usual occurrence in that house, so I was used to it. My friend's girlfriend was getting really scared by this though. She didn't believe things like this could happen and here it was happening.

It took a bit of convincing to get her to stay, but she did at that point. The attic door was shaking and making noise the whole time. After a bit of time, there was a loud noise that came from inside the attic that sounded like something being dragged across the floor. Then the sound of knocking from within. Once again, we had to talk his girlfriend into not leaving even while the door rattling and knocking was still going on.

After a few minutes, there was a loud thud that sounded like someone had dropped a book flat onto the wooden floor. That was it for his girlfriend. There was no talking her into staying now. She ran downstairs with us right behind her. She told my friend she would be back to pick him up in the morning and she left. We went back inside and slept downstairs. When we got up, I just had to look in the attic to see where that loud noise came from. When I looked in, the first thing I noticed was the stack of encyclopedias was no longer straightened up and the one I picked up was right back on the floor.

I can't say for sure if any of this was brought on by the Ouija Board, but that was more occurrences in one day witnessed by more people than there had ever been in that house before.

I recently shared in this forum about the spirits that currently live in my house. I mentioned in the previous post about the mimic we think we had in our house growing up. I had a couple people messaging me for those stories so here we go:

Back context: we aren’t too sure when our old house was built. But I don’t think the house was the source of our haunting, rather, it was the land it was built on. We lived in a heavily wooded area that had a huge ditch/gully in the backyard that had a stream running through it. That stream ran into the Sandusky River. The town I live in is one of the last settlements of a group of Native Americans as well. Here is a couple stories that make me believe what we had was a mimic. But none of us are too educated on those topics to truly know. So let me know what you guys think!

1. I was about 5 or 6 and I was awoken in the middle of the night to what I thought was my mother’s voice whispering “Sophie, Sophie, Sophie” over and over again. Believing it was my mother I got up and walked into her room to discover she was sound asleep. I woke her up and asked her what she needed. She was completely confused and had told me she wasn’t saying my name and to go back to bed. She also mentioned she couldn’t hear anything. While walking back to my room it started again. Except I had realized at that point the whispering was coming from the direction of the basement. I would have never dared to go into that basement at night so I just went back to my room. However I was unable to fall back asleep because the whispering continued until morning.

2. My two siblings and I all shared a room together. At some point in the night my little sister (who slept on the bottom bunk) woke everyone in our house up screaming. My parents ran in and asked what was wrong and that was when she said “Aunt P just crawled through the window!” (Aunt P was our aunt who had passed away about 2 weeks prior to this incident.) My parents were stunned because, well,
   we were never really close with Aunt P. And my siblings and I didn’t even know she had passed away at the time. Being confused and frightened my dad checked the window to discover it was indeed unlocked and slightly ajar. My little sister then claimed Aunt P had crawled into the closet. My parents checked the closet. No one was there. My father walked the entire house and found absolutely nobody.

3. Often we would hear whispering from what sounded like different family members in the basement. Throughout the day and especially at night. My little sister would hear me calling her to the basement to play to discover I wasn’t even down there, or that I wasn’t even home at all. And vice versa. There would also be whispering in the woods and my parents would hear us outside playing and laughing when we were at school.

4. My siblings and I used to play down in the gully where the stream was. Sometimes we would hear whispers from further down the stream. Mind you this was in the backyard so there was never anyone else down there besides us. One time when me and my sister were making a “bridge” across the stream. We heard our dad’s voice calling us from further down the creek. (Our dad was at work) but us being kids did walk down the creek and saw our father just standing there smiling. We waved, he waved, then he disappeared.

5. My mother would also hear a man’s voice all the time. But this one wasn’t a familiar voice. She would hear a man talking in the other room. Or if she was showering or doing laundry she would hear that same man humming around the house. My mom was a stay at home when we were younger with my little brother. So no one would be home when these instances would occur except for those two. She would constantly bring it up to my dad who would say “I think you are just paranoid because you are home alone.” So she started thinking maybe she was crazy. Until one night my brother wasn’t falling asleep and was just laying there talking. She walked over and said “Okay Billy it’s bed time all done.” My little brother replied back “I cant that man won’t stop talking to me.” This sealed the deal for my mom that she wasn’t being crazy and this really was happening.

Shortly after that encounter my parents decided it was time for us to move out of that house. Over the years we have discussed everything that had happened and if it was all even real. We have feelings of dread every time we pass by that house and hope whoever is living there now doesn’t experience what we did. Even though the house we live in now does also have spirits. It was able to help us compare the feeling of this house compared to the previous house. We have all came to the agreement that our old house was much more sinister and malevolent compared to the one we are in now.

What do you guys think? Does this sound like a mimic? Maybe other spirits just playing tricks? Or was it all just paranoia?

Hello everyone, I am back with a few more stories of the haunted house I was raised in. My mom kindly sent me a few photos she found but sadly none of the upstairs but I will add what I have. This time I am going to tell a few of the stories I heard happen to my mom and my grandparents.

One thing about this house and the upstairs that always bothered me was the dead flies in all of the windows sills. Especially on the third floor. You could vacuum them out and the next day 50 more.

I will start with one of the stories from my mom. She said she was woken up one day by a bright light in her door way that looked like a person standing there but just bright. It was so bright it woke her up and she just stared at it and it disappeared. It did freak her out a bit but didn't seem ominous.

One story that was my grandfathers that happened often is his power tools no matter how charged they were would just go dead. New, old did not matter. I know they say spirits need energy for activities and we always wondered if that was why the power tools would die.

Another one from my grandfather that will be the most unexplained and almost impossible was, in the cold room there was a loft space for storage. That wall was the opposite side from my mother's room. It had a box jetting out of it. No opening for the box but if you were to go into my moms room there was a perfectly square piece of wall paper that looked like a patch with normal wall behind it. You could only tell if you looked close for the seem. We thought maybe previous owners had a safe or something there. Years went by it was ignored. Finally one day my grandfather said I'm gonna cut into it maybe they hid something in there. When he opened it he found his brand of cigarettes and his lighter. He smoked Lucky strikes unfiltered (unusual brand not soemthing you see everyday). The cigarettes were not old. There was no way to get into that box. We will never know how they got here.

He also found a noose in the barn, which we figured the man that did commit suicide may had thought about going that way but decided to go the car way. Still a little scarey to find and incredibly sad for the man that felt like that was his only way out.

My grandmother would have imprints appear on the edge of her bed, but if you asked her it was always her son who passed away at 40. Which who knows it could have been. It would make her so happy knowing he was visiting. She would move over and tell him to have a seat.

This house has alot of history and was the last stage coach stop in a line of them in the "Smithfield" area before it was split into North Smithfield and with that comes alot of energy. I think it held onto all of it. As someone mentioned in the last post, yes the barn did end up being taken down due to, well it being 200 years old. It also was not on ground and had underneath space meaning the structure that much more unstable.

I have more stories and if everyone wants to read them I will do a part 3.

Thank you everyone for reading and thank you all for the amazing support in my first post!

Does anyone know the history of the Fort Worden buildings and what they used to be? I’ve heard hospital, juvenile detention center, etc.

Recently, staying in one of those buildings, I got up to use the bathroom at night, and when I looked to my right I saw a ghost boy standing under the exit sign for a spilt second. He was slightly green and see through. He was wearing very outdated clothing and had brown curly hair, most likely around 13 years old. At night all of us staying there would hear giggling and running in the hallways outside of the dorms. A worker there confirmed my ghost sighting by telling me that lots of people have reported that. Where did that boy come from?

New to posting so I'm not sure if I'm doing this right. Let me know if this is the right subreddit.

My childhood best friend Charlotte (Fake name) and I would always see things when we were together. We weren't sure why but when we would spend time out at a park or hanging out in the woods we would see shadows, orbs or hear things like people softly talking. Usually it wouldn't be a huge deal and we would just shrug it off. It got to a point where Charlotte would want to communicate with the spirit or whatever it was. I always got a feeling that we were helping a lost spirit find their way back. That was until her and her mom moved into this house when we were teenagers.

It was a old brick house that was built in I believe the late 1800's or something, the front porch was slightly falling apart and it had a huge backyard that led into the woods behind it. We would usually stay the night or the weekend at each other's house and since she had just moved into this one she invited me to stay the weekend so I could come see it. My mom dropped me off on Friday and she was going to pick me up Sunday afternoon like normal.

When I first walked into the house it looked nice, there was a big brick fireplace in the living room, a smaller dining room that led into the kitchen and the bathroom was in a little hallway to the left of the dining room with 2 bedrooms at the opposite ends of the little hallway. Charlotte's bedroom was to the left of the bathroom and her mom's was to the right. We hung out for a bit inside and then she asked if I wanted to go jump on the trampoline they had just bought. I said sure and we went through the kitchen to the backyard. Now to get outside you have to go into the basement and then out the backdoor from there.

We walked downstairs with her leading me since I hadn't been down there yet, and it was a scary basement with a completely dirt floor that seemed to go on longer than the house itself. The walls were covered in dirt or were dirt I honestly don't remember. I do remember the uneasy feeling I got as soon as my feet hit the dirt. I asked her if she had the same feeling as I did since we usually were synced up with the paranormal stuff and she said that it was fine and she didn't really feel that creeped out. I thought it was weird but we just carried on out the backdoor after I did make a comment about it being a serial killer basement then went and jumped on the trampoline like it was no big deal.

I kept feeling the uneasy feeling as we were on the trampoline but it was more of a "someone is watching" feeling than anything else. I shrugged it off to maybe her mom just watching us and continued talking and laughing as usual. Once we were off the trampoline she asked if I wanted to go into the woods behind her house. This was normal for us as we always explored new places together. I said sure and we went walking, nothing interesting really happened besides finding some dirty clothing and other things that made us think there was homeless people living out there. I just still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling from the basement still.

It started to get dark so we headed back to the house and went back through the basement to head up the stairs. I was behind her again and I heard what I thought was footsteps behind us and made her run up the stairs and quickly shut the door to the basement. (I am getting goosebumps as I am writing this) She asked what was wrong and I told her that I swear I heard someone behind us, she went to tell her mom because she was concerned that it could be a homeless person that followed us back since her backdoor downstairs didn't lock. Her mom checked, no one was there but she kept the basement door locked anyways to make us feel better.

Once we were in Charlotte's room for the night I told her that I didn't think it was a person that maybe it was something else. This again was not out of the ordinary because we always experienced more paranormal things when we were together. She brushed me off again and said that she didn't feel the same things I did but she did hear the footsteps when I did. We hung out for a bit listening to music but then finally went to bed around 10pm.

I woke up around 2am because I had to pee, I got up and went to the bathroom and shut the door, as I was peeing her cat came and pushed the door open since it didn't latch well. She sat on the edge of the sink which was to my left and I pet her while I finished up. As I was pulling my pants up the shower which was to my right TURNED ON BY ITSELF. This wasn't a trickle or a leaky shower, it was full blast. I stood there frozen, her cat left the bathroom and I had to will myself to turn the shower off because I didn't want to wake her or her mom up. (I have a huge fear of not being believed) When I turned it off the shower curtain was already open so I just turned the handle which had been turned all the way around which made it even harder to think it was just a leaky faucet.

I quickly ran back to Charlotte's room which woke her up when I shut the door in a panic. She asked what was wrong and I told her that the shower turned on by itself, she didn't believe me at first or at least that's how it felt then told me to try to go back to sleep. I ended up having to use her I-Pod and listen to music to fall back asleep because I kept hearing walking around and other noises from the rest of the house when no one else was awake. I kept telling myself that it's just the cat but finally the only song that put me to sleep was "If I Die Young" I can't remember who it's by but its a very sad but calming song.

We woke up the next morning and she asked if that really happened or if she had just dreamt it. I told her that it really happened and that it freaked me out. Charlotte apologized and said that she had actually had weird experiences in the week that they had lived there but just didn't tell me because she knew I wouldn't have spent the weekend there. I was a little upset that she had downplayed what was happening but I understood because I really did want to leave.

We had breakfast and then we were going to go jump on the trampoline again but when we went down the stairs to the basement she said she was a little scared so I went down first. I hit the bottom of the stairs and then she remembered that she forgot to feed her cat. She went back up the stairs and I asked if I could come with her because I didn't want to be down there without her and she said that it would only take a second and shut the door. I was in complete darkness standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I didn't want to be a chicken so I walked to the back door which was under the stairs and had a tiny bit of light creeping out of the bottom of the door. I just stood there waiting for what seemed like forever. I honestly don't know why I didn't just go out of the back door and wait outside, I just stared into the darkness. Frozen with the darkest sinking feeling. I knew something was down there with me but I wasn't sure what it was. I think I stood there for 15 minutes before I finally got the balls to run back up the stairs and sure enough, I heard footsteps behind me.

I slammed the basement door and was met with Charlotte just in the kitchen looking at me like I was crazy. She asked what happened and I said I couldn't be down there and that something was down there. She said that she wasn't even gone that long and that it was fine. I told her that I was calling my mom and that I couldn't stay there for another night. I got picked up and then a few days later Charlotte told me that things had been getting thrown off the fireplace mantle and that her mom had put out a bible on the mantle and things finally stopped. I told her I still wouldn't stay there again. (She was sure that it wasn't her cat)

Then a few more weeks went by and Charlotte stayed at my house and told me that her mom had closed the bible since things had stopped and stuff started to happen again like the shower being turned on at night. I told her that I wasn't lying when that happened. Eventually they moved and stuff stopped happening to them. I knew something wasn't right with that house, whatever it was, didn't want anyone living there.

I once lived in a house that I really liked. I was about 12 before we moved out. I had lots of great memories in this house and it contributed to my youth a lot. I had good times with many friends. It was near the beach, had a pool, a big backyard, near the skatepark etc etc. However it was the oldest house I had lived in & it was a little outdated. I suppose it always had a touch of eeriness to it & our family would always have a running joke that there was a ghost inside it. Me being 12 I didn’t really understand why. I always thought it was because when we moved in there was dog graves in the back corner of the backyard marked with crosses.

In the week leading up to our departure my mum was going about making jokes and comments that said ghost was upset we were leaving. I assumed she was just trying to stir us up and scare us, me especially. Now that I’m 25 I now think it was more so to put herself at ease as she was having uneasy vibes or whatever she was experiencing. Our kitchen had a window looking out at our car port and down our long driveway. A few days before our final night I was putting some snacks in a bowl and my mum was fixing something up when I looked up and saw a black almost misty energy quickly go around the corner from our carport up to where the front door was. I could describe it as Ghostface’s outfit without a person figure wearing it that looked almost like static or smoke darting behind the corner. I looked up and turned to mum as she was also staring out the window & asked her if she saw that & she replied “I sure did”.

Fast forward to our last night in the house. I said goodnight to my older sisters, mum and stepdad & headed down to my bedroom to play some Black Ops 2. I shared my room with my sisters who would be heading to bed at a later time. Our room was situated at the end of the hallway that all the other rooms resided down, with the end of a bunk bed on the left as soon as you walk in the room. I had just about walked into the room when a tall black figure just like the one I had seen a few days earlier stepped out in front of me and at me, to which I literally fell back onto my ass and started to weep before it disappeared into the darkness of my room. I sat there for a minute in shock before returning to the lounge room where everyone was about to watch a movie and told them what happened. Mum didn’t say much, nobody did really. I think it spooked them out a fair bit as I wasn’t a dramatic kid but this really shook me.

I sat for about 30 mins before mustering up the courage to return to the room (by myself I might add) and reluctantly was the one to turn the light on. I pulled out my bean bag, popped my TV on the floor in front of me and loaded up the PlayStation. It was just then I felt the weirdest almost tickling static over and on my shoulder, almost a regretful one as if something was trying to interact with me and even possibly say sorry. I turned around and said sternly “leave me alone!” And the energy slowly but surely started to dissipate. We moved out the next day and we haven’t spoke much about it since.

I do miss that house a lot and I have had the strangest dreams about that house over the years. Now at 25 I’m still grasping the fact that there are things out there maybe from another realm or dimension and I encountered it. My life has been good since and I’m blessed and only really starting to grow a serious relationship with our saviour Jesus Christ….

I also feel my life has had great burden and I have been unfortunate with mental health here and there and other life blocks. I would hate to think that this entity was able to attach itself to me and/or affect me in ways I don’t understand to maybe try stop or delay my true purpose here in life. I know that sounds dramatic and I can’t elaborate much more.
I have had another encounter since then back when I was about 16 & my long time girlfriend has had one in our second apartment. Maybe I can comment down below or tell those short stories another time. PS never thought I’d share this on the internet but I do enjoy telling it around a camp fire. Forgive me for any bad grammar it’s late and I’m tired.

Did anyone see this case on The People's Court, I think from 2012? This couple claimed their house in Toms River, NJ was haunted. Do you think it was, or they were lying to get out of the lease?

Living in a haunted house as a child always had an extra add-on to the terror. That add-on being that you are trapped. You cannot just move somewhere else to escape the terrifying events. Everyone in this house experienced strange things in it, but these strange things happened to me more or, as I have suspected, the others were unwilling to talk about the events to other people out of fear of not being believed and labeled a liar. Either way, I was never concerned with people calling me a liar or not believing me because I was telling the truth. Whether they didn't believe me or did, I just didn't care. The truth is the truth, if you don't believe it, that's your problem, isn't it?

In this particular house, there were two bedrooms upstairs. Walking from the bottom of the stairs, you had to open a door which was always left closed to keep our pets from going up. After opening the door, there was a light switch on the wall on the left side. After walking the 23 steps to the top, there was another light switch on the left that controlled the same light. The top of the stairs was in one of the bedrooms with a railing around the opening so no one could fall down to the bottom. The light those switches operated was the ceiling light in the room at the top of the stairs. There was no stairway light because, above the stairs, was that opening. If you looked up from the stairs, you would see the ceiling in the first room upstairs.

Also at the top of the stairs was the door to my room next to the top light switch. My door was almost always left open because the only furnace vent upstairs was in the stairway room that was my older brother's bedroom. I woke up one night having to use the rest room. There was no rest room upstairs, so if I had to go, I either went downstairs or held it. Many times I would just hold it until everyone was awake because I was terrified to walk around in the house at night. But this time, since there had not been any activity for a while, I wasn't as scared to just go down and take care of business. Now I could have turned the light on in my brother's room so I could see my way down the stairs, but that would wake him up and he would get angry and bitch about it, so I just felt my way down and used the little bit of light from my nightstand lamp in my room.

I walked with a soft step on the stairs because every step would creak and make noise which also might wake my brother. I opened the door quietly and went to the rest room. After I was finished, I repeated the process to get back to my bed. Then I turned off my lamp and began trying to get back to sleep with a feeling of accomplishment that I didn't experience anything terrifying or had woken up my brother which was equally terrifying. Minutes later, the stairway door opened downstairs and then closed. Right after, those stairs began creaking with the sound of someone coming up. My first thought was that it was my brother getting home from his first job as a pizza delivery person, which had many times kept him out late. But this time was a little different because he always turned the light on before walking upstairs.

But I still figured it was him walking up in the dark and I felt a little dumb that I had went to all the trouble of being quiet when he wasn't even home yet. I waited a few seconds for him to turn on his light so he could get ready for bed, but there was silence. I figured I might as well get up and ask him how work was and find out why he was being so quiet so I turned on my lamp and went into his room and turned his light on. He was lying in bed in his shorts sound asleep. I quietly asked "Did you have fun at work", but he did not respond at all. This was the point that my heart was pounding. There was no way he could have came upstairs in the dark, got dressed for bed, and fallen asleep in that short amount of time, but someone or something had clearly walked up those creaky stairs.

When faced with these events in a haunted house, you immediately try to debunk or rationally explain the events. This time was no different. I just figured that he was able to do what I definitely couldn't do and got to sleep that fast somehow. And my rational explanation was reinforced immediately when I heard someone walk down those creaky stairs, open, and then close the door downstairs without turning on the light. I felt relieved that my rational explanation was right and my turning on his light and speaking to him must have woken him up. I figured he was just going down to the bathroom after being awoke. I got up and turned on my lamp and went into his room and turned his light on. He wasn't downstairs using the rest room, he was still sound asleep in his bed. There was no rational explanation for this. Something had clearly walked up those creaky stairs and then when things quieted down, walked back down.

I closed my door and left my lamp on for the rest of that terrifying, sleepless night.

Totally looks haunted.

About three years ago I came to the realization I probably have a portal in my backyard (pics I’ve posted taken from my Ring camera. ) I’ll give some background on my property. This is going to be a long post so my apologies in advance.

Several hundred years ago the land my home sits on was part of a small plantation (I found documentation online stating this fact.) The land behind my home is empty farmland except for one dilapidated structure that was the main house on the property. For some odd reason it’s been allowed to continue to decay while all the other structures and most of the trees (fruit) that were on the property have been removed at least 100-150 years ago.

I moved to my home ten years ago. About three months afterward talk of a solar farm being erected on the farm behind my property started to circulate. One morning I went out to walk my dog and saw a sign on the property behind mine saying an archeological dig was being done. That’s when it was told to the residents a plantation had existed (complete with a small number of slaves) on that spot and they were looking for artifacts.

Long story short the residents in my community prevented the solar farm from being put there for a myriad of reasons too long to state here. Now onto my property. Like I’ve mentioned the land that my home sits on was part of that farm (plantation) but was parceled off years ago…I assume when the road behind my home was made into a proper street. There are less than a dozen homes in my little development with mine having been built in 2008.

Nothing odd to speak of happened for several months after my family moved in…that is until my dad (who lived with us for almost 6 months) passed away. He died in the hospital but before he did he had fallen and hit his head. He was initially taken to the hospital but they said nothing was wrong with him. From the time he fell until he ended up back in the hospital (one week) he started talking about people being in the house no one else could see.

He asked me one morning where my servant was. At that time I wasn’t aware I was living on plantation land. Coincidentally, that fact was only discovered while my dad was in the hospital dying and I ended up asking my mom if she remembered the comment he had made about having a servant. She said she did. I then asked her what color skin did my father say this woman had and my mom said he said she was black. I told my mom I had just found out our land was part of a plantation. Needless to say the wheels in my head were turning and I did some online research which yielded confirmation I was looking for.

Despite the fact I’ve been told by a psychic (well known medium in my community) that she saw my dad in my home in addition to sightings from my mother and an experience myself, my husband and our two kids shared I don’t believe his spirit is responsible for all of what goes on or has gone on in my home.

At the end of July 2023 we got two puppies. For several months I’d wake up at about three in the morning to bring each one independently out in my backyard to potty train them. At the beginning of October is when I noticed the fog in my backyard that only seemed to form once I had the 1st puppy outside to do her business. I’d be sitting on my stone fire pit night after night and sure enough here comes the fog about 7-8 ft off the ground across my yard (I have 1 1/2 acres of land.)

After experiencing this for about a week I was sitting in our backyard one night with my husband at 11:30 at night and I told him about the fog. No sooner had I got the words out when here comes the fog. My husband got very uncomfortable and said we needed to go in. We did. Once inside I looked on our Ring camera that we have positioned in our yard to keep an eye on our puppies. It looked like it was snowing. I mentioned this to my grown son and he said he wanted to go outside and see this fog for himself. Both of us went out back to check it out. As we were standing with the patio doors open on our small back porch this fog came toward us swirling above our heads while we just stood there wondering wtf was going on. I asked my son if fog is supposed to do this and he said NO (I posted the fog pics.)

Well, after a few minutes we went in with me worrying about the fact I had to get up in three hours to put the puppies out to pee. When I did get up and go out the fog was still thick but not hovering above my porch anymore. The next morning I decided to look at the Ring Camera footage and noticed it said person detected when no one was supposed to be out there. I started taking screenshots and that’s when I saw the faces (pics posted.) I ended up doing this for about a month. By that time I had ceased taking the puppies out overnight. They were big enough to hold it until morning. I periodically look at the Ring footage but most of the time nothing is suspicious.

There are numerous things that have gone on, and continue to, but I’d be here all day if I started listing them. I think because I believe ghosts/spirits exist that I’m a magnet for experiences. As I’ve gotten older I’ve accepted there are things that exist beyond what we can explain and no I’m not freaked out living in my home.

Hello everyone! I (34F) lived in a 200 hundred and something year old house that had the original family buried in their own personal graveyard in the backyard. Everyone in my family has a story from this house.

This is a three story house with a basement, cold room, workshop, two garages, and a barn. It was renovated into a two-family house where the second and third floors were for the “upstairs family” and the first floor was for the “downstairs family.” (I'm sorry, I hope this makes sense.) My grandparents bought it when I was 11, and my mother, stepfather (at the time), and I lived in the upstairs apartment while my grandparents were on the first floor. (So I had a run of the whole house all the time.)

My room was on the third floor, and my mother and stepfather were on the second floor. We should have known something was wrong when we moved in and my dog, Xena, would sit at the bottom of the steps that went to my room, look up, and bark. She would not go up the steps unless I walked up with her. I believe she only walked up to protect me.

The floor my bedroom was on had a storage area that wasn't finished, and we weren't allowed to go all the way in. There was also another spare room and the bathroom. When we moved in, my cousins and I played hide and seek. I hid in the storage area, but just beyond the door, I didn't go into the area where I shouldn't have. It had those old glass doorknobs that would fall apart easily, and it shared a wall with the closet in the spare room.

As I hid, I heard a little girl say, “Can I play?” I tried to get out, but the doorknob fell apart. I pushed my way out, and my other cousin, who was hiding in the closet that shared the wall, ran out and said, “What happened? It got cold, then I heard you trying to get out.” That was incident number one.

A few weeks after moving in, I asked my mom why Dad (my stepfather) kept coming upstairs and coming into my room. (My mom is a light sleeper, and if he were leaving the bedroom and walking up the creakiest steps known to man, she would have heard him.) She said she didn't know. Years later, she told me he wasn't the one going upstairs and checking on me, and she had no idea who I was seeing.

I would have dreams of a little girl. She was scared of the man. The man wasn't good.

One day, we were all outside, and the house was empty. We (me, my nana, and my mom) all heard a blood curdling scream. My mother went to check and their was no one inside.

Another incident happened when I was home alone. My dogs got into my mom's room, which was not good. They were on the bed messing around, and they weren't listening. All of a sudden, my mom's very old, very difficult to open sliding doors flew open. The dogs stopped, looked around, and ran out of the room. I shut the door and sat in silence until my mom got home. I told her what happened and that I didn't go back in to fix the bed or close the doors. She fully believed me because of what she heard all the time.

Then my mom got a divorce, met someone new, and they bought a house, so we moved. Some family members who did my grandparents dirty later moved in. Well, the house knew they were bad. It became active, with cabinets slamming shut all the time, slamming, and banging. They moved out, and it all stopped.

My cousin moved in, and she was home alone a lot since her boyfriend worked nights. She said all she heard was little feet from the third floor, just running all night. It was unsettling, but not too bad because it didn't sound angry, just like a little girl having fun. We would hear children's laughter all over the property. We were all fine with the little girl.

There were a few graves where you couldn't read the names on the headstones, and it's a wonder if one of them was hers.

I do have to say the scariest time in that house was when I went to the barn/grandfather's storage area to get something for my nana. He had all the lighting rigged, so I knew not to touch it (I'm about 15 at this point). I propped the doors open wide with the big stakes like I'd been taught and used the sunlight. Then both doors slammed shut. No biggie, you can just push them open. I pushed. Nothing.

I went to the back and had to stick my arm through a broken glass window and unwrap the chain to get out. I was too far away to yell for my nana to hear me from inside. I got out and checked out the front of the garage, and someone had shut the lock and put the padlock on, but not locked it—just put it on. I ran inside. No one was there but my nana, and I know she didn't do it. She couldn't have.

BTW, this house is on a 55 mile an hour road. No one is walking on it, and the barn doors were locked. No one else was on the property.

Later, I found out a man had killed himself in that barn by driving his car in, locking the door, and turning his car on.

A little more lore about the house, the dining room was originally a stagecoach stop, and every now and then, residual noise from back then would break the veil, and you would hear hooves inside the house. No one near us owned horses.

Sorry for the long post. I have a ton more stories about the house. I love that house, and if it hadn't been destroyed by the next owners the way it was, I would have loved to own it.

I'll add some photos and see what vibes y'all get. (These are from Google; I do not have any photos of the home. I'm sure my mom does, but I'm in Florida and she is in Mass.)

So basically this all happened two years ago when I was about 17 I bought a house somewhere remote in Kolkata where was sold by a person who lives there....it was a 50+ year house and was really old and really wierd..but I didn't believe about ghosts then so whatever.....

Fast forward last year I started having sleep paralysis and dreams about my dad who died when I was 9 which I NEVER had so it was really wierd and I always felt a presence with me... it was really wierd considering I live alone...

The real horror started when I felt that someone always stared or standed beside in my house and it only stopped when I went outside....

Fast forward 12 april 2026

I started seeing wierd distorted shadows in the corner of my eyes but when I looked nothing was there and I was really afraid so I called a tantrik (I'm hindu) and he was also baffled and said he also felt negative energy and gave me a necklace which I wear everyday and only after I started wearing it everything stopped but the minute I stopped wearing it it's happening all over again and I dunno what to do help 😭😭😭

I live in a home with my parents and grandfather. my whole family believes in spirits, and me,sister and my mother are very intuitive and get feelings about things that are always accurate. i don’t have the best relationship with my grandpa so i don’t know for sure, but i believe he is very spiritually inclined. i move in 3 years ago and ive never had a particularly “haunting” feeling about my home but there have definitely been things that have made me uneasy.

my house was built in the early 70s and has one of those vintage built in intercom systems that have speakers on them. when we first moved here i turned them all off because they would occasionally made static noises and it freaked me out, and they have never been turned back on. i can downstairs this afternoon to grab a snack and my grandpa was in the kitchen. he asked me if any of my friends had just come by and rang the doorbell. i went and checked the door and nobody was there, and usually if a friend comes over they will text me or just walk in, so i knew nobody was there or had been there. i asked him why and he said about 5 minutes prior the intercom had made a doorbell chime, which it has never done, but apparently it’s been doing it at the exact same time for the past 3 days. we have a ring doorbell that is connected to its own speaker, not the intercom. we started to talk about it because we were both freaked out and he told me that that’s not the only thing that’s happened. apparently for the past couple of months he’s been waking up about every other day around 4 am burning hot, but when he gets up to check the thermostat, the hallway and all other rooms are ABNORMALLY cold and not matching the thermostat temperature. i am a very heavy sleeper and i believe i could stay asleep if i was sleeping in the Sahara desert so i have never experienced this, but its not something he would lie about and irs undeniably freaky.

now although i have never experienced anything upfront like this, there have been things that have freaked me out. i sleep upstairs along with my grandpa. the way our hallway is built is our stairs face straight to the bathroom and on the left of them is a hallway that leads to my room, my grandpas room, and the playroom on the end of the hall. whenever i get out of the shower and night and turn the hallway corner to head back to my room i stare straight at the door to the playroom. staring at that spot especially in the dark has always made my heart pound and has given me a deeply uneasy feeling. my bedroom is right next to that room and my closet is on the wall that connects that spot in the hallway, and all three of my cats have an obsession with going in my closet and meowing at nothing and sometimes scratching at the wall. and it hasn’t happened to many times, but sometimes if i’m in a dimly lit room i will see what looks like a very bright and large dust particle out of the corner of my eye, and when i turn to look at it, there is nothing there.

i have anxiety and i could very well just be letting it get the best of me, but i don’t want to speak too soon. i will post an update if anything else happens but for now please please tell me what you guys think and give any advice you can think of. literally any type of helpful comment is welcome. thank you!!!

When I was 24 I moved into a house with my now ex girlfriend, it was a two story house built in the early 90’s, with living room kitchen/dining down stairs, and two bedrooms upstairs, me and my partner were in the master room at the top of the stairs, so when you walked through the front door you turn right and the stairs were right there they were 10 steps up then turned the corner and about another 7 steps, then our door was right there on the left at the top of stairs, it was quite a small room but had an ensuite so that was ok. Everything was quite normal when moving in and nothing seemed odd or gave a strange feel, after about a month In strange things started to happen, one night i had just gotten into bed pretty late at night maybe 1pm’ish my partner was already sound asleep I had only been laying there maybe 5 minutes trying to sleep when I heard the very distinctive sounds of the stairs creaking! Footsteps! One at a time errrrrp……….. eerrrrp….. making there way slowly up towards me, I sat up my heart beating so fast ( I slept on the side of the bed closest to door and the bed was positioned so I was looking straight at the door, and the walk in wardrobe was right next to me) I jumped straight up and grabbed a baseball bat out of the wardrobe that I had in there just in case I ever needed it I made my way to the door with pure fear in me swung it open and turned on the light! but no one was there….. I went around and checked every corner of the house but nothing and to my shock the front door was still locked and nothing was out of the ordinary, I went back to bed that night and thought man your just being silly it’s just creaky stairs, so I went to bed, over the next few months this started to happen a lot, and always when I’d just got to bed and partner was already in there asleep, every time I’d hear the footsteps I’d feel this overwhelming sense of evil and frozen in fear! Another thing that was extremely strange is whenever I would start hearing it I would have to listen over my partner’s breathing if would always change and become very deep and heavy which wasn’t normal she was not a snorer and always pretty quite but whenever those “footsteps” were coming up the stairs she would breathe in through her nose then exhale through her mouth rapidly while still in a deep sleep, I even tried to wake her a few times but to no avail. I told her about it through the day and she would say nope I’ve never heard it your just letting your imagination scare you, which made me think maybe I was crazy and just imagining it or letting the night creaks of the house scare me, so I thought I was on my own on this one. that was until I had a friend stay over that night we stayed up pretty late we had a few beers and played Sony and hung out, we both called it a night about 1:30am and he slept up stairs in the spare room, and right on que those bloody stairs creaked again! ( I was very used to it by now but that overwhelming sense of fear accompanied with my partners deep breathing never changed). Any way the next morning I had completely forgotten about it we were up and chatting and he said “ were you on stairs last night?” my eyes lit up! “No,did you hear that? That’s not just creaky stairs is it?” Nah man he replies that’s full on footsteps I thought it was you! I finally felt like I wasn’t crazy haha. It kept happing as usual not every single night but atleast a couple of times a week, till one night that took the fear to a whole new level, I was laying there trying to get to sleep, the foot steps started around the middle of the stair set this time, they came all the way up the stairs slowly, I heard them stop right outside the door I sat up looking under the door then “click” THE LIGHT CAME ON IN THE STAIRWELL! I was terrified sitting up clutching the dooner with two hands, my heart beating out of my chest, for about five seconds it stayed on then “click” Simultaneously as the light turned off ( I actually heard the switch) I got hit with a wooft of cold air that went straight threw me it felt like someone had an old school fire blower filled with freezing cold air and it passed straight through my body and went out the otherside of the wall! I remember that night i remained in bed unable to move just waiting for daylight which I did and ended up falling asleep around 6am. Now I’m not sure digging back into my memory whether I happened again after that I honestly don’t think it did and this was near the end of our lease. Anyway I’ve had other small things happen like that I even moved with that same partner to a different house and never had anything else happen and never had her doing the strange breathing again, I don’t know if it was connected to her or what the hell it was but it was very real to me, I’m now 36 and have never felt that kind of fear and evil since……..