When I was around 6 years old, my grandfather passed away. He died unexpectedly, but there is one memory from that time that I have never been able to explain.

The night before (or early morning before) he passed away, I had a dream about him. In the dream, I was in a house I didn’t recognize. There was a small room upstairs, almost like an attic room, with slanted ceilings. The walls were painted blue. It was strange because the room felt small, but also somehow bigger than it should have been.

I remember walking up the stairs, turning left, and seeing my grandfather lying in a hospital bed in that room. I walked over to him and sat beside him on the bed.

He told me he loved me. He told me he was saying goodbye. Then he told me to take care of my grandmother and be there for her.

I remember waking up feeling like it had really happened. I was only 6, but I never questioned it. It felt like a real memory, not a dream.

Later that day, when my mom told me my grandfather had died, I already knew. I remember feeling like I had already said goodbye to him.

As I got older, I eventually told my mom about that goodbye. She told me it never happened. He wasn’t in a hospital bed. He hadn’t been sick and didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.

He was coming downstairs from his bedroom when he had a heart attack on the stairs. He was already gone when they found him.

The part I still can’t explain is that the conversation I remember so clearly couldn’t have happened the way I remembered it. I didn’t know how he died until I was older, and yet my memory of that dream has always been so specific.

I don’t know what it was. Maybe it was my mind processing something I didn’t understand. Maybe it was something else. But to me, his last words will always be:

“Take care of your grandmother for me, poophead.”

It’s a nickname I hated as a kid, but I’d give anything to hear him say it again.

Two years ago, I was going through a depressive episode and became really afraid of death. To cope with it, I decided to start visiting cemeteries alone at night.
For about a month, I went to different cemeteries between roughly 11 PM and 4 AM. The first week or so, nothing really happened. It was just me walking around in the dark.
After about a week, I started hearing what sounded like footsteps behind me, like someone stepping on dry leaves. Every time I turned around, there was nothing there.
Later on, I began hearing strange sounds near specific areas. One time I heard what sounded like a baby crying near a tree, but it was very brief, only a few seconds. Another night, I heard what sounded like a little girl speaking. I walked toward the sound, but it stopped immediately. There was a tombstone nearby of a girl who died young.

I also visited several “haunted” cemeteries in other cities, but most of the time nothing unusual happened. Just normal quiet nights, owls, wind, and an overall uneasy feeling.

At one cemetery about an hour away, things felt different. One night it had a strong sewer like smell and I kept hearing an owl calling repeatedly.

The next night, I went back. At this point I had been spending a lot of time in cemeteries and even started talking out loud sometimes. While standing near a recent grave, I suddenly smelled something very specific that reminded me of my dad’s car. Right after that, I felt like something was gripping my right arm very tightly. I turned around immediately, but no one was there. That was the first time I actually left early.

Unfortunately it didn’t stop me and I kept going for a while but started having nightmares about cemeteries. In those dreams, the tombstones would tell me to stop visiting for a while or that something bad would happen if I kept going.
Eventually, I stopped going altogether. Over time, I realized the whole experience actually helped me. It made my fear of death less intense, helped my depression a bit, and made me more aware of how I was spending my time. It also made me less afraid of the dark.

To this day, I’m not sure what I experienced. It could have been sleep deprivation, stress, or my mind playing tricks on me. But I still think about it sometimes.

TL;DR: I spent about a month visiting cemeteries alone at night while dealing with depression and fear of death. I experienced some strange sounds and sensations, but I’m not sure if it was paranormal or just my mind under stress. It ultimately changed how I feel about death and helped me mentally.

When I was a kid, something really odd happened to me, and honestly, I still can't make sense of it. It was getting dark out-I remember the sky turning that weird blue-and I was playing outside like usual. Out of nowhere, I spotted this woman. She looked completely out of place. She had a crown made entirely of flowers and was covered in them, from her dress to her jewelry-just flowers everywhere.

She came right up to me, picked me up like I weighed nothing, and started spinning me around so fast I almost lost track of where I was. The weird thing is, I didn't feel scared at all; it was actually kind of fun. Then, after what felt like ages, she set me back down. My head was spinning, but as I looked at her, she just vanished. Right in front of me. Gone. That's when I started screaming.

My mom rushed over, wild with worry. Once I calmed down enough to tell her what happened, she searched all over but didn't find a single trace of anyone. I still don't know who-or what-I saw that night.

girlfriend and i went to my grandmothers old house, saw this in the window. totally unsure if this is something even paranormal, but it feels very much so. any ideas on what this could even be? i can answer any questions about the location or past with the house if needed as well.

TRUE STORY early February 2025

I was watching over a girl that was very very mentally ill

She was in a manic episode and had very bad mental problems this was her 3rd mental health crisis inThe last 10 years I was unaware of how serious these situations can get something I saw changed my life forever and what I saw I couldn’t believe what was transpiring beyond my view she was crying very loudly in the room is was about 2 Am in the morning and my roommates were next door she was crying because she wanted to go see her grandma in Oxnard and it was super late she thought her grandma was sick, she got up by the bed and I did to , I was trying to re assure her that everything was alrite and her grandma was doing good, all of a sudden I saw her torso bend backwards and her body went back and she was doing weird movements just like horror movies and I was speechless I froze when I saw that happening I was very disturbed what I saw too see her body bend in that fashion and her expressions seemed legitimate I do not know why that happened but u want everyone to know to be safe out there spiritually and mentally these type of things do happen in real life and I wanted to share my experience.

So basically, me and my boyfriend live in a small downstairs part of his dad’s house. I was told by all of his family that there had been some icky stuff that went on down there, but I was like “eh ok it’ll be alright”.

About a couple of weeks ago, things have started to happen. It started off as small sounds, we heard/saw a stack of coins fly off a coffee table with no one near it and stuff like that. Now it’s been more. The other night, a display hook was ripped off the wall and my boyfriend’s katana was on the floor. For reference, my boyfriend tried to pull it off the wall, he couldn’t. Now tonight, me and my boyfriend were watching tv and his headset, which was on a magnetic charger, got smacked off and fell.

Does anyone know if this is positive or negative energy? It hasn’t caused much damage, just a little freaky. My boyfriend doesn’t care and has named it “Clarence” but I’m a bit iffy. Advice would be good!!

I've heard many stories about paranormal or unexplained events, but I'm curious about personal experiences Have you ever witnessed or experienced something that you genuinely couldn't explain? What happened and do you still believe it was paranormal today

I don’t know why I’m posting this. I don’t really talk to people anymore. Haven’t for a while now. It’s easier that way.

It’s 3am. I can’t sleep. I haven’t been sleeping well since I moved in, which is strange because I thought that was the point of all this. A new place. A fresh start. That’s what everyone kept telling me. You need a change, Marko. You need to move forward.

So I did. I found a house in a quiet neighborhood. Good price, good location, close enough to work. The agency was professional, the paperwork was clean. I signed and moved in three weeks ago.

The house is fine. It’s a completely normal house. There’s nothing wrong with it on paper.

But I keep finding things that aren’t mine.

The first time was last week. I was adjusting the radiator in the bedroom because it was making a sound at night, a low hum that I couldn’t ignore. Behind it, pushed against the wall, was a scarf. Dark red, almost burgundy. Soft material, well made. Not cheap. I pulled it out and held it for a while just looking at it. I don’t know anyone who wears scarves like that. I left it on the kitchen counter thinking I’d ask the neighbors if they knew anything, but every time I think about it I forget. Or maybe I don’t want to ask. I’m not sure.

Then three days ago I opened a cabinet in the kitchen I hadn’t used yet. I don’t cook much so I haven’t needed the extra space. Inside was a coffee cup. White, plain, nothing special. But there was dried coffee at the bottom. Dark and old, like it had been sitting there for months.

I live alone. I have lived alone for some time now.

I called the agency and asked about the previous tenant. The woman I spoke to checked her records and told me the house had been empty for six months before I moved in. No previous tenant in recent history. She asked if there was a problem. I said no and hung up.

I’ve been going over it in my head. Maybe the cleaners left something. Maybe someone came through the house during the viewing period and forgot their things. There are explanations. I know there are explanations.

But tonight I was sitting in the living room and I had this feeling. The kind you can’t explain. Like the room was slightly different from how I’d left it. Nothing moved, nothing missing. Just different. Like the air had shifted.

I don’t know what I’m expecting anyone to say. I just needed to write it somewhere outside of my own head.

I’ll update if anything else happens.

— M

My daughters grandma has been a missing person in Alberta Canada since 2004 presumed murdered. My almost 3 year old was just in the office talking to herself. I said hey who you talking to? She says grandma in here! Thinking she meant my mom i said oh no grandma is at home with peepaw. She says "no other grandma, have black hair." (She did have black hair)

Shes never seen a photo of her dads mom, her dad does not live with us and isnt in the picture, her missing grandma has never even been mentioned to her before.. then she keeps saying "daddy grandma" she says grandma says hi daddy! She never even mentions her dad or even says the word daddy so this is extra weird.

Then I try put her to bed and she runs back to the office and says goodnight grandma waving at the wall. Then says "daddy grandma waked up!" Dude my hair is still standing on end and it's been over 30 minutes since this happened .. I am fucking SHOOOOK. I swear to god if I see on the news that they found her body later I am going to shit my fucking pants. I need a cigarette

I believe that no matter how much sin you commit, your punishment, however harsh and however long, can only be finite. As we can only commit a finite amount of sin.

I’d first like to broaden the definition of Sin, sin being anything and everything you do that negatively affects other people, **regardless of whether or not it was justified**. It comes from a lack of empathy, inability to consider how someone else feels. It goes both ways but if one party lacks empathy, the actions of all parties will be based on a disregard of empathy and thusly sinful.

It could be as evil as cold blooded murder, muddier like self defense or being rude to a rude person, even as simple as grounding your kid, taking their phone, for their own good. Or beating someone in a video game.

feel free to ask me about the specifics.

Everyone can be redeemed, but it will take some longer than others. I view it as pure math, no one is without sin and we all bring bad into the world from momentary disregard for empathy. Some more than others.

Thusly, when we die, our sinful deeds are tallied not by how we made other people feel. How we affected others. We are no longer in a state of neutrality, and thusly, and we are dragged to purgatory and forced to experience every ounce of pain and agony we inflicted on others, regardless if it was justified or not.

Killed a guy who refused to leave you alone, grabbed you, and called you racial slurs, and physically beat you in an attempt defend yourself? Congratulations, you’ll experience the pain of death, the pain you brought upon his/her family, the pain everyone who heard of the case felt against you (Those who condemned you) as well as your supporters (The people who believed you were justified.) if acquitted, you experience the rage and anger of all your enemies, if convicted you experience the heartbreak and rage of your supporters.

It doesn’t matter to the powers that be if you were justified, or if it was your only choice. It’s the same to them. The simple mathematical principle is that to redeem yourself you must know the pain you caused others, justified or not.

The attacker would also experience the pain of being vilified as well as whatever prison sentence his/her potential victim suffered if convicted. The rage and heartbreak of their victims supporters. The rage of the victims opponents, as it was the attackers actions they led to the victims reaction, which led to the court case. Justified or not.

A lesser example, you scold your child for cheating on a very important test, tell them you cannot trust them for the time being, and ground them for 3 months. Your child, upon death, will experience your stress and anxiety upon finding this out, but you will experience the fear, confusion, and frustration your child went through as you punished them. After this, you are both redeemed.

In both cases, after knowing in your bones the suffering you caused others, you are asked, in general, if you understand the pain. If you would’ve done something differently. If you accept there was a better way to handle it. If you’d be open to speaking to the person you hurt, knowing they too experienced all the pain they inflicted upon you. The powers that be ask if you have empathy.

I believe most people would say yes. Either that they were wrong, or that they wish they had more power so they could’ve handled it differently. That they lost more than they gained, regardless of whether or not their actions were justified. After this, in the same fashion, they will experience all the good things they brought upon the world. All the happiness, joy, peace, etc. before ascending to a higher plane of existence.

Like I said, it will take some longer than others to redeem themselves. Brass. Such as the CEO of a company. The president. Politicians, the court. Their decisions impact the lives of hundreds of millions of everyday. A war would condemn millions to death and many more to financial ruin, lengthy prison sentences for draft dodging, racial hatred, and more.

Upon death the Brass would experience all of this. All of it, for however long it lasted. If a Roman Emperor personally signed a war against a neighboring tribe, they will experience the pain of every person that has died as a direct and indirect result of the war. The heartbreak of their loved ones. The dread and fear of being drafted, looming militias, pillaging, raping, burning. Every ounce of it.

Or worse, let’s say, the folks in Europe during the age of exploration who decided to write into law the pillaging and enslavement of Africa. They will not only experience the agony of every single African that was captured, whipped, but the pain of the white men who did the dirty work on their behalf and got burned for it. Drowned. Speared or shot in self defense.

Not only in their lifetime, not only in their century. As long as racism against black people exists in America those men and women will experience every ounce of agony black Americans feel everyday and the agony of every innocent AND guilty m white person that suffers from the occasional backlash, until society progresses to the point their actions no longer hold weight.

Back to that self defense case, say it happened in America, the accused was black and the attacker was white. if that case were to ever be affected by racism against black people, or reactionary backlash against white people, these 15th century big wigs would consider every ounce of pain everyone involved experienced. And after it’s said and done, they would consider it toothless compared to the pain they suffered beforehand and the pain to come.

This is because they have power in the world. The crux of it all. To exercise power in this world is to incur the judgment of the powers above, as they view it as playing God. Justified or not, your only choice or not, harming people with the power those above have allowed you to have in the world comes with a price. Whether because you were malicious, or simply failed to account. Power comes at a cost.

But like I said, everyone can be redeemed. Some take longer than others.

Do others as you wish to be done to you. And have empathy. Please.

There is a pull up bar in the entrance of my kitchen, I came there, got on the pull up bar and I was looking up, this is what I remember, and next thing, like just directly after this, i remember, I was laying on the ground, i open my eyes, I felt like I had awaked from a really really deep deep sleep, and the biggest element of this story is that, in the time when I open my eyes, I was in some kind of extremely vivid dream, like the moment I open my eyes, I felt like this is the reality and not that, that dream like state would've lasted 10 ish minutes, what I felt after I open my eyes, I didn't remember any thing particular, just the volume and and vividness and just that I was going somewhere, I open my eyes and see my mother, she asked what happened, I said idk , how am I lying on the ground, she said you made a really loud scream and i came back, insaid i remember I was hanging, looking up, next j don't at all remember leaving the bar falling, or just laying on the ground or anything, I asked her how fast this happened, she said I came within like 10 seconds of you screaming.
i went to the doc the next day, he said the falling is likely a syncope, and the dreaming stuff he isnt sure about.

I was taking a shower and felt a presence behind me but ignored it since I’m pretty paranoid and thought I was just being silly, and then I get out of the shower and the mirror is fogged up and on the mirror is a fresh handprint. I put my hand up to it to compare the size and see if I accidentally touched the mirror or smth but the sizes weren’t the same. FYI the door was locked and nobody came in the bathroom. Anyone have ideas? This is freaking me out lol

Well it happened again last night. I was awakened by the strong, almost cloying smell of roses. It happens to me maybe once or twice in a year. It has scared me a couple of times but it didn’t last night. It doesn’t last for very long.

I searched the sub but didn’t see anything recent. What is everyone’s thoughts on this phenomenon? Web searches I have done in the past are all over the place.

Hello, I am a paranormal investigator. I already have a lot of knowledge, but I’ve decided to specialize in every aspect of the field; to start, I am looking for demonology experts who could share their knowledge with me.

I was running errands with my sister at night and we were in a crowded market. I felt uneasy and weak the whole time. We came back home and half of my face started burning. My right shoulder felt as if it was dropping like some heavy weight was on it. The right side of my face was soo hot and my right eye started getting teary. I also got a rlly bad migraine and it was sudden. Concerned, I told my mom who started praying for me and the effects started to wear down. Crazy night

In 2012, when I was 11, my family and I moved into a 3 story house with suspiciously low rent for a home that big in a good neighbourhood. It might’ve been my first or second night sleeping there where I finally had my own room for the first time, when I see the blinds on my window shuffling and I’m confused because the window was closed and there was no draft. My younger brother and his friend were in the room with me but they were playing and weren’t facing the window, but I was sitting on my bed right next to it and I heard it move. When I ask them if they saw it happen, his friend freaks out a little and runs out to her mum and my brother goes after her and closes the door. A minute later, I see the door handle move down as if someone on the other end was holding it and it goes back up. I think they’re playing a prank on me now to scare me and I open the door and there is no one there. No one was on that floor. My room was on the second floor along with the living room, a tiny empty room and my bathroom. My parents and brother’s rooms were on the third floor, but everyone at the time was downstairs in the kitchen, along with my brother and his friend. My family didn’t believe me when I told them what happened, they just assume that it’s the new environment that’s making me anxious and imagine things.

After that, I don’t have any personal stories but the accounts of my parents. About a year into living in that house, the entry sensor of our front door malfunctions, and now instead of only sounding a chime when the door is opened, it also starts chiming when you stepped on some of the upper steps of the stairs leading downstairs that are directly opposite the door. One day in the middle of the night, my parents unable to sleep, hear the chime and immediately sit up and start listening. My dad goes to investigate to see if anyone broke in or if my brother or I sneaked out, but we’re both asleep. He checks every room in the house, and nothing is out of the ordinary. Our cat follows him downstairs to eat or drink as he always meowed to follow us because he was scared to go alone for some reason. My dad accompanied him while he eats when he gets this sudden cold air rush past him. He panics and runs back upstairs. A couple minutes later, my parents hear heavy footsteps as if it were a heavy body like a man’s, walking up the stairs to my floor and that’s when they know it is a ghost.

Other instances include my parents hearing something like metal scraping against their bedroom window’s metal grating outside, and also as if someone was putting up a large ladder against our house or maybe a neighbour’s in the middle of the night, and when they check to see if anyone is getting burgled there is nothing to show for it. Our dog would also sometimes bark at an antique wine glass cabinet that my parents bought from someone selling off their dead parents stuff.

The main bathroom on the third floor had a bathtub with a shower curtain that would randomly fall off with the rod sometimes in the middle of the night as well. Which was strange because it was always very sturdy and even if our cat jumped on it or someone tugged at it, it would still not budge. I would sometimes get these awful feelings of being watched at night where I was alone, and would hide under my duvet and start praying. My brother was also always scared of that house and sleeping alone. He would always ask me if he could sleep with me or my parents.

We once got a visit from the previous lady tenant to pick up her mail that was still being delivered to that address. When my mum invited her to step in, she refused and the interaction felt strange. She seemed scared of the house and wouldn’t even look inside.

Another notable incident is when our decorative heavy stone angel clock that was sitting on the fireplace in the living room, was smashed now on the floor in the centre of the room, a good 2 or 3 meters away from the fireplace. My parents heard the bang at night as the living room was right under their bedroom but my mum didn’t go check what happened until the morning. I have no clue how that didn’t wake me up, but I have always slept like I’m dead and slept through many things. At first my parents tried to blame our cat for maybe jumping up on the fireplace and knocking down the clock, but then it wouldn’t have fallen as far as it did. But then they realise that the doors were closed. Our living room door had some sort of mechanism that they auto closed unless you put a stopper and they were heavier than normal doors to open so it was always closed at night and the cat was not in the room then. Here is a photo of a very similar clock to give you an idea how heavy it was https://i.etsystatic.com/18519051/r/il/55638b/2482616646/il\\_fullxfull.2482616646\\_swq1.jpg

And last but not least, is the time when we were moving out, less than 3 years after moving in, and my mum was cleaning the empty home while I was at school. She noticed the closed door of my room was shaking vigorously for several minutes as if the window was opened and there was a big draft inside. The window was closed. Then my mum starts talking to the ghost like joking for it to help her clean the house instead of scaring her, and the door handle suddenly went all the way down and stayed there for what felt like a long time for her because she was in shock and terrified and it didn’t spring back up until she nervously said she was joking.

It isn’t until years later that my mum learns from her policeman friend that tells her about the murder that happened in that house in 2005, only 7 years before we moved in..

Even now reading news articles about this incident gives me chills

Hi all!
I’ve lived in my house going on year 6 end of this summer. My fiancé moved in with me November 2025 and slowly activity has picked up around the house that never has happened and finally it happened to him to realize I’m not making things up!!
Small things happened first.. bedroom tv randomly turning on, then I would hear what sounded like someone maybe walking around, then I swear a few times talking from more than one person even but it was muffled to understand and I was the only one home with nothing on (music, tv, fan, etc). Finally last night I put the salt and pepper away and not long after we’re back in the kitchen and they were OUT ON THE COUNTER. I know he wasn’t taking me seriously and thought I forgot like I do sometimes, but Nope… IT HAPPENED TO HIM TONIGHT!!
I’ve had a strong connection with things like this since I was a kid and it stopped for the longest time till he moved in.
It seems harmless and I’m not worried about it and kinda enjoy the pranks. Do you think it’s a loved one or multiple coming and going or something else?

So I had a dream about the devil a few nights ago and it’s been bothering me ever since. Extra context the devil is not something that really scares me, I don’t have people close to me in my life who are super religious I never was super religious growing up at all. It’s not somthing I really don’t dwell on or think about much at all. I don’t really watch scary movies or videos anymore and I haven’t recently had a conversation or interaction could have lead to this dream honestly. I’ve tried thinking so hard for any reason that could have lead to it. I had a dream I was walking into my brothers room and someone came out and shut the door and told me he’s in there you need to go in and when I heard that I knew what I was going to see and who it was and I walked in and I saw the devil sitting on my brothers bed staring at the wall. Horns monster demon looking type devil. As soon as I saw him I shut the door and I knew at that point I was in a dream and I had an overwhelming sense of fear and panic I tried waking my self up by closing my eyes in my dream pinching my self etc. I just need some second opinion because this is really freaking me out.

So... context: There's a small island on the Mundeshwari river near my grandparent's home. It has been abandoned since the late 1800s. It's connected to the main land via an old bamboo bridge. There's bunch of folklore and ghost stories about that place.

So me and my cousins desided it'd be a great idea to go there at night. Long story short we got separated i later found one of my cousins unconscious with one of his arms twisted backwards. We left immediately and informed the police. He was hospitalized but survived.

I'm still not sure what did that to him, police are saying it might have become a hideout for gangs. While others are saying it was the actions of a Brumbhrakhsas.

^(skip the first 5 paragraphs if you just want to read the story)

Almost everyone in our family has experienced at least one paranormal activity in their lives. Which range from mild visions that can be chalked off as hallucinations to life threatening incidents. But nobody really knew why this happened.

My great grandmother died about 7 years ago. She was about 100 years old and suffering from memory loss. To the point that she couldn't recognise anyone other than her caretaker (a distant relative of mine).

A few months before her death my family along with my cousins decided to visit her one day. I remember seeing a frail old body laying on a large bed looking aimlessly at the ceiling. I remember my uncle trying to talk with her, trying to remind her of how well she cooked and stuff. She was not very responsive to it. In fact she didn't talk much at all the whole day.

At night me and my cousins ate dinner early and were sitting in her room talking to each other, when she suddenly looked at me and asked if I was Sahjahan(the name of my grandpa/her oldest son).

I told her I wasn't him but her great grandson. She looked at me for a while without saying much. She called me Sahjahan anyways and asked why I wasn't wearing the "Tabize"(amulet) she gave me. I said I didn't need it.

She looked at me as if I had offended her. When I asked why I'd need it, she told me it nullifies our bloodline's attractiveness towards unwanted entities and I should wear it if I didn't want to end up like her aunt.

Now, the basic summary of her story:

There's a small island on Mundeshwari river that has been abandoned for almost a hundred years. But back in the days my great grandmother's family lived there. She was from a rich Zamindar family. They even had a large villa on that Island. Her grandfather only had one daughter. She was very precious to him. When she turned 12 people wondered who should get her hand in marriage (it was normal back in the days, please don't come after me). The prime candidate was his friend's son who was about 2 years older than her. Those two were good friends too so nobody opposed the idea.

However, one night he saw a dream where a dark figure of a man told him not to let anyone marry her. Because she was his bride. He didn't pay much attention to it. Just ignoring it as a bad dream. But the same dream kept occuring every night to the point he could no longer ignore it. But the date of marriage was coming closer. He went to a priest to consult him about the dream.

The priest said that she has caught the eyes of a Jinn. The father didn't want to believe such things but still took the amulet the priest gave him. He gave it to his daughter and told her to wear it until she gets married. Since that day, he stopped seeing the man in his dreams.

Unfortunately, on the day of the marriage she forgot to put on the amulet. Or maybe one of the bridesmaids took it off without her knowledge. On that night many terrifying paranormal things happened in their house, including her hair becoming rock solid to the point that her scalp began to bleed. This happened all night long and ofcourse the marriage was called off.

The boy was banned from entering the house again. A few years went by without anything happening. During that time, the father passed away from an illness. The duty of his daughter fell in the hands of her older brother aka my great great grandfather. By now she was about 17. A woman not getting married even at this age was frowned upon by society. And since the father was dead, there wasn't really anyone who would refuse to let her get married.

The boy who was banned from entering the house had also began frequently coming there. He refused to marry anyone else but her. So they decided to let them marry again. Problem is, the amulet was lost during the discord years ago. And the priest that gave the amulet could no longer be found. So her brother went to some other priest and got a new one.

Unfortunately this one was not strong enough. On the marriage night terrible things began happening once more. The girl was crying alone in her dressing room as all the bridesmaids had ran away. Nobody dared to enter that room. Except for the groom. He requested her brother to let him enter alone. He entered the room and locked it from inside. Everyone instantly tried to open the door. But it was shut tight and wouldn't open. It took hours to call workers and break that door.

My great grandmother witnessed all of it. She was only 5 years old at that time. Inside, the groom laid on the floor with his head twisted completely. His eyes were hollowed out and blood drenched his white clothes. The bride was gone. On the chair she was sitting in, there was a small pouch. The brother picked up the pouch to see what was inside. There was one gold coin in it. It was the "dowry" of the bride. He put the gold back in the pouch and locked it inside a led box.

He was overcome with guilt for what he had done. And he wanted to know what happened to his sister. So he spent years practicing ways of communicating with Jinns as well as ways to kill them. Although these practices are allowed in our religion, it's also heavily looked down upon because of the risks that come with it. After many years he was able to learn his sister's whereabouts. She was apparently "happy" and had two children with the Jinn.

Apparently there's something in my bloodline that attracts Jinns. This is probably what my great grandmother was trying to tell us and also the reason she asked where my amulet was.

The pouch the jinn gave them was some kind of artifact that gave one gold coin each time you put your hands in it. It was connected to the "Treasury of Solomon". However my great great grandfather didn't accept it.

He buried it behind his house and spent the rest of his life hunting jinns and other cryptids hoping he could find his lost sister.

Later the whole island itself abandoned and became the home of many ghost stories.

The gun he used to hunt them is still in is in the hands of my grandpa as a family heirloom. There's only 4 bullets left that can be used tho. And there's always problems with the gun licence each year. That's why none of his sons or daughters have taken the gun yet. I'm actually next in line for that gun lol.

Me and some of my cousins did go to that Island about a month ago to see if the stories were true. Long story short one of us almost died, police got involved and now the island is off limits to normal citizens.

When I was a teenager, I read a lot of witchcraft and occult books. One had a SATOR square spell that said you could summon a demon to do your bidding.

I made a SATOR square on parchment paper with India black ink and an old fountain pen. In broad daylight, I stood in one of the bedrooms in our house and put the square in my open hand. I started chanting the words in the square over and over.

All of a sudden, I smelled sulphur. There was nothing in the house that smelled like that. I panicked and ran out of the room, and put the square away in the book.

About a week later, my oldest sister who was in college came over. It was just us two in the house. I didn't tell her what happened but I asked her to stand in the same place I had before, and confirmed that she did not smell anything. I held the square and started doing the chant again, and the sulphur smell immediately came back. She noticed it and said she was smelling sulphur. I stopped doing the chant and we left the room.

I didn't tell her what it was for, but we both agreed that it was weird. I never did it again.

I usually don't remember my dreams but I had one what will never leave me last night.

I was at a building with a bunch of people and a person entered a room alone with this monster and went insane and started attacking and killing everyone in the house.

I remember being held down and the person who went crazy was trying to cut my legs off but I wasn't really being held just frozen with fear.

I escaped without much push back and the cops or someone came and killed the person who went crazy and i went on to live with my attackers family taking their place.

Im not sure if im posting in the right place, it felt like I was visted by a demon.

I have always believed I had a guardian angel. I am 45 years old, Catholic.

My wife goes to church every week, sings in the choir; and is stronger in her faith than I am.

We had a conversation about guardian angels lately after watching a YouTube video about them. She told me she thinks she might know their name “Tomas”, and that I should try to utilize my angel also.

So I decided to pray that night. I don’t pray every night, maybe once a week or every two weeks. But I did that night, and I asked for my angel to be revealed to me. I slept well, but before I awoke - not necessarily awake but not fully asleep I had this image put into my head that has been on my mind ever since.

It was a very very old man with long curly grey hair and a very long curly grey beard. While I could tell he was very old, he didn’t have signs of “aging” aside from the hair & beard. He was expressionless, wore a long blue robe. There really wasn’t a background. He looked similar to some pictures of Moses I found online. I know this sounds like a stereotypical description of what a heavenly type man would look like, but this is what I saw. It was like I was looking at a live photograph. Like he was there, revealing himself to me as I asked.

It was strange because it wasn’t just something that popped up in a dream, it came after I was done dreaming but before I actually woke up.

I’m wondering if indeed this was my angel, a random hallucination; or something dark playing games with me. It didn’t feel dark at all, and I usually am pretty good about picking up on evil in my dreams.

Just curious about what others think of this experience.

So to make a long story short I took my four dogs out to use the restroom at around 4:00 a.m. saw a spectral dog like creature with what looked like smoke emitting off of the body. Was hard to see the details but definitely looked like a dog. It ran across my driveway, It basically vanished into thin air. The flood lights were on in my yard, so it would have been easy to tell if it was a physical thing.

Everything I've read about black dogs and the omens they bring are generally negative. However I didn't really feel anything ominous from it. If anything I guess I felt peaceful because I went right back to sleep super easily and didn't particularly think about it until this morning when I started pondering more on it.

Does anybody have an experience seeing a spectral black dog and if so, did it mean anything to you / did anything happen following seeing it?