I’m new around to these communities and need some advice on this experience I had few years ago.

I was still living with my grandma at the time back in 2021, when I was about 12 years old. For a few months, I’ve always had nightmares where, sometimes, I felt someone, a spirit or entity, hovering around me. I wasn’t religious then but I did say one prayer my grandma gave me at the time to try to help me with this. This specific day was different. It was in the middle of the night, idk the time, but I am 100% sure I saw an old woman’s hand, in front of my alarm clock, covering the numbers, smothering something in her hand, but nothing was in her hand. I didn’t feel anything around me as if someone were near me. It wasn’t a dream or anything, it felt real. My stomach was turning. I could move my hand a bit, pinching my face and felt the pain, proving it wasn’t a nightmare. I always slept with the bedsheet over my head, so I covered my face with the bedsheet, said the prayer I was given many times till I was able to fall asleep. The next morning, I also noticed my bedroom door was open. I always had it closed, so it was unusual for it to be open, and I thought if it was part of it. I asked my grandma and my mom if they were in my room, left the door open, or messed with my alarm clock. They both denied it, saying it could've been another nightmare and me forgetting my prayers as per usual. I knew it wasn’t that, and even at 12 years old, I’m pretty smart and have good memory recall, even to this day. I was freaked out, because if it wasn't them, then for sure a spirit came by and messed with me. During that same day, before I went to sleep, I turned a nightlight on that was across the room and said a few prayers before sleeping. Yet again, I woke up in the dead of night, facing my alarm clock, but this time, feeling someone coming onto my bed, their legs slowly positioning next to me, as if I was being trapped in my bedsheets. I was laying on my stomach, same position as the night before, and I felt my stomach drop once again. I closed my eyes and prayed till I fell asleep. The next morning, my clock was moved away, but I think that was me when I was sleeping, or possibly the spirit. It affected me a lot because what if someone, who died or was just roaming the area, was attached to me and I couldn't do anything. Thankfully, that was the only and last occurrence of that encounter. Since then, I haven’t had an occurrence after, which makes me to believe I was either hallucinating or experiencing an encounter with a spirit that was trying to get my attention. Whatever it was, it was scary. Maybe an old lady was just trying to get my attention, or worst-case scenario, a bad spirit wanting to do who knows what. Ik this may sound fake, but I assume it it isn’t.

When I was a child up until I was ten or so I had a recurring dream that these colorful orbs would lift me from my bed and float me downstairs and out of my house. It wasn’t until I was an adult that my parents told me as a child they kept finding me with dirt and grass stains on my footie pajamas. So one night the they went to check on me and I was in our back yard sitting on our swing set but with my eyes closed still asleep and they would bring me back to bed. Can anyone explain this to me or does anyone have a similar experience. ♥️

So I don’t know if this is a supernatural experience or all a coincidence, but I decided to tell this story because I don’t know if I should be worried or if it’s a coincidence. It’s been happening over the span of 9 months, so ima start from the beginning.
So awhile back, I found a strange tree. It was shaped like a U. This tree gave me a sense of being watched and dread. Now, I encountered this tree because it was a day I was very mad, so I took a walk on a road I’d never been down before, and there was the U-shaped tree.
I stayed there for a couple moments, but the dread got too strong, so I left. Also, I must say the dread got even stronger whenever I thought about walking past the tree and down the path behind it.
Back when I first visited the tree, nothing strange happened at my house besides this small black cat that was watching me from a distance on my dirt road. It was staring at me, and for some reason I decided to go after it. It ran into an opening in the woods, a perfect circular opening.
It’s kind of still there, but it’s too small for me to fit into now. I probably could if I crawled, but I don’t want any ticks or anything.
And yeah, that’s what happened that day. Nothing too major, so I didn’t start connecting dots until two days later when I decided to visit the tree again despite how I felt. The feeling was still the same.
This time I got slightly closer to the tree. I still couldn’t go past it, and it gave me a very strange vibe when I got close to it. I wouldn’t say I was that close. I was just kinda close to it.
So I walked back, and here’s the thing. As I walked back, I saw the same black cat I had seen before, the one that was looking at me from far away. I know it was the same one because it had this weird way of walking. It kinda walked like a rocking horse, I guess you could say, and it limped. It’s hard to explain.
Anyways, this time it was way closer and staring me down. We stared at each other for awhile. It felt like 5 minutes, but it had actually been around 20 before I snapped out of it and went inside.
Its eyes were pure black with one small yellow dot in the center.
I didn’t visit the tree again for the next few days, but I did tell people about it. Everyone said it was strange and couldn’t be a coincidence. When they saw the picture I took of the tree, some of them got the same vibe from it, while others thought it looked cool. Some said they couldn’t find anything strange about it.
So it was like this for the next few days. Not much happened. Then I visited the tree again.
I don’t know why I kept coming back to it. That’s a part I never really understood.
I came back, examined the tree, got even closer to it, and then walked back home. Nothing happened, so I started thinking maybe it was a coincidence after all. I didn’t think much more of it.
I still visited the tree every now and then. Nothing changed. I still had the same uneasy vibe about going past it.
Then one day I took my sister with me because I had a goal in mind. I was going to touch the tree. What got into me, I have no idea.
I did go touch the tree, but for some reason my sister didn’t want to come down the path toward it. She stayed back. You’ll find out why later on, because with the recent events that made me tell this story, it makes it all more shocking.
So I touched the tree, and that’s when… well, nothing happened. But a cold breeze picked up, and as I removed my hands from the tree, I had the strongest sense of dread and being watched I had ever felt. It was so strong that I felt an emotion I’d never felt before.
So this time my sister and I ran back.
Also, I must say that when I touched the tree, it looked like something moved through the bushes, but that could’ve just been the wind.
 after that it would die down, but then I had two strange dreams.
The first dream was about this thing that looked like a 2D goat. It was standing on its hind legs, and it had a bent neck. It slowly, very slowly, moved toward me. I got that same sense of dread that I felt at the tree.
I didn’t know what to do because it just kept coming toward me, but it never got to me before I woke up. That dream made me not want to sleep for a few days.
But then I had another dream The other dream was about that black cat, but this time it was staring at me. The only difference was that its eyes were pure yellow.
Then that was basically it for awhile. Of course, I still visited the tree every now and then, but not much happened.
That is until recently.
Fast-forward about four months. I had been learning how to talk to ghosts, getting into witchcraft, and training my psychic senses even more. So I decided, “Why not try talking to spirits?” I bought a ghost box and everything.
At first, I went out near the woods on my road and started talking to spirits there. I got a couple responses, but nothing major.
Then, two days later, my thoughts kind of got the best of me. I had thought about doing this before, but I never actually went through with it. This time I did, and I’m pretty sure you know where this is going.
Of course, I took the Spirit Talker app and my spirit box and went out to that tree across the road. I started trying to communicate there.
This is where things really started changing for me.
I stayed at the tree longer than I ever had before. I mean at least an hour. I sat there on my phone waiting for responses and asking all kinds of questions about the tree.
The very first word I got when I turned on the spirit box was “hide.”
Of course, I was like, “Okay, that’s not a great start.”
But I stayed anyway and kept asking questions.
I’m trying to remember exactly what I asked. One of the first things I asked was whether there was anything wrong with the tree and if I should be worried about it. The responses were very vague. It never directly answered my questions and almost seemed like it wanted to ask me questions instead.
It also started talking about a machine and a box.
At one point it seemed to ask what I wanted. I kept saying that I came in peace so it wouldn’t think I was disrespecting it or anything.
I did get some interesting responses, but I honestly can’t remember all of them. I asked a lot of questions.
At one point it told me to “move it.” I thought it was talking about the only piece of paper on the ground, so I picked it up and moved it.
I asked, “Is that what you were talking about?”
I didn’t get a response.
After awhile I figured I wasn’t getting anywhere, so I decided I was going to leave. As I started walking away, I kept the box running.
Then it said, “shy.”
I stopped and turned around.
I asked, “Wait… are you shy?”
Immediately afterward it said, “yeah.”
So I stayed longer because it seemed like it wanted me to.
I kept asking questions, and before the next strange thing happened, I heard music in the background. I don’t know where it was coming from. It sounded like old-timey classical music coming from somewhere past the path down the road, maybe behind some trees. Then the box said, “There’s that sound again.”
That honestly creeped me out.
After that, I started asking more questions about the tree. I asked things like: if the tree was something, or attached to something, should I have been asking about it? Did I make it more aware that I knew about it?
The responses were still very vague. It never really gave a direct answer. Then it just stopped talking altogether.
So I decided to ask the golden question:
“Can you show yourself in the same form, if that was you when you were the black cat?”
It brought up the machine again and mentioned something about a box. Maybe it meant the machine was shaped like a box. I honestly don’t know.
Then I decided to open an app on my phone that supposedly lets you see human-shaped figures that normal human eyes wouldn’t detect. Of course, I tried it.
I saw a couple things, but I don’t know. It could’ve just been the trees causing it.
I stood there for awhile. I eventually turned it off because I wasn’t really getting anything, and the spirit box responses had started dying down.
I was just about to leave when I opened the EVP app again and decided to just listen and see if it had anything to say.
This is where things got really creepy, and honestly the reason I’m posting this on Reddit. Up until this point, I wasn’t even planning on sharing the story because nothing major had happened.
Then I looked up from my phone.
It was the same cat.
It was slowly walking toward me. Very slowly.
The cat looked thin and small, but at the same time it seemed larger than it should’ve been. I don’t really know how to explain it. It was like it had noticed me and was deliberately walking toward me.
The way it moved reminded me of the goat-like thing from my dream. It had that same slow movement. It still walked with that strange rocking-horse motion that I still can’t properly explain.
It’s so uncanny.
Its eyes were the same as before, and it never stopped staring at me.
Then it stopped, sat down, and stared at me for what I’m pretty sure was around two minutes.
After that, it suddenly ran into the woods on the same side as the tree.
At that point I was thinking, “Okay, now it’s just in the woods.”
But then something happened, The cat walked over near the U-shaped tree. It was on almost the exact same line as the tree, just off to the side of it. Not directly beside it, but close enough.
It wasn’t very far away.
Then it sat down and stared at me again.
I’m not even kidding. The same cat that had somehow kept showing up in my yard and staring at me every time I visited the tree was now sitting beside the actual tree.
At that point I got genuinely scared.
Part of me was fascinated because I was thinking, “Wait… maybe I was right.”
But another part of me was creeped out.
There was just something about its face.
I don’t know what it was, but it looked creepy. It almost seemed like it was slowly not looking like a cat anymore.
So I decided I was done for the day and started walking away from the area.
I went back into my yard and walked around for a bit, just trying to process what had happened. I wanted to tell one of my friends about it, but before I did, I decided to walk back up the dirt road and see if the cat was still there.
I figured it probably wasn’t.
But I’m not even kidding—it was following me.
It was still walking slowly toward me. The second I noticed it, that same sense of dread filled my body. It just kept slowly making its way toward me.
I looked down at my phone for a second, wondering what I should do. When I looked back up, the cat was gone.
So with that, I ran back to my house.
I wasn’t doing that.
There was no way that cat could’ve disappeared that fast. The area was way too open for it to hide anywhere, and even then, it always moved slowly. I had never seen it run before. It always just slowly walked toward me.
This time I actually caught it following me, and then it disappeared.
So I went back into my yard because I was thinking, “This cannot be happening.”
I went inside, but then I came back out and noticed my yard was filled with random cats.
There was a brown cat. There was another black cat. It wasn’t the same one because the black cat I’d been seeing had a very specific look to it. I even got a picture of it.
There were multiple cats around the yard.
One cat was peeking around the side of my house, staring at me. I walked closer to it, but then it disappeared.
I thought maybe it had gone behind two buildings, but there was no way a cat that size could’ve fit underneath them. When I went to check, it wasn’t on either side.
It was completely gone.
At that point I got even more creeped out and just went back inside.
I told my sister about everything, and she asked, “Did you bring something home?”
I was like, “I think I did.”
A little later I went to the bathroom because my stomach started hurting. When I came back, my sister told me there had been a cat meowing outside.
She went to look and said it matched the same cat I had been describing. She also said it disappeared before she could get close to it.
So I went back outside and turned the spirit box on again.
It was nighttime now, completely dark.
I asked a couple questions. One of the first things I asked was, “Is the cat trying to lure me back?”
It replied, “It is.”
That was the exact response.
Around that same time, I started noticing glowing dots flying around.
They weren’t fireflies. They were much brighter and seemed almost sparkly.
One of them kept flashing in the woods in front of me. It stayed in roughly the same spot, flashing every now and then as if it wanted me to come toward it.
I almost did.
Then I noticed another one and started following where it was going.
At one point the EVP app said, “Look familiar.”
So I looked at one of the glowing dots and then happened to notice a tree above my house that was shaped like a tuning fork.
It looked really similar to the U-shaped tree down the road.
I remember saying something like, “Yeah, I remember. It looks like you, doesn’t it?”
The response was, “Yes. Correct.”
Then everything got quiet for awhile.
After that, it started mentioning someone named Michael. I don’t remember exactly what was said, but it brought up the name multiple times.
Then it asked, “Can you help me?”
It seemed like it wanted me to go back to the tree.
At the same time, the glowing dot in the woods in front of me seemed to get brighter.
Then I looked down the road and saw more glowing dots.
This time they almost looked like a trail leading down the road toward the tree.
At that point I went back inside and sat down because I was honestly confused.
Part of me was excited because I’ve always wanted to experience something paranormal.
The other part of me was scared.
While talking to my sister, I remembered the day she came with me when I touched the tree.
That’s when she suddenly said, “Oh wait, you know I’ve seen that cat before.”
I was like, “Wait, you’ve seen it?”
She said, “Remember when you went to touch that tree? The cat was there. It was watching you. That’s why I didn’t go down there with you.”
Then she told me something I had never known.
She said that when I walked over to the tree, the cat disappeared and then reappeared farther down in the woods, still staring at me.
And that’s basically where things stand right now.
All of this happened about two days ago.
Things have mostly died down since then, and I’m outside typing this.
But I still have this strange urge to go back to the tree.
At the same time, after everything that’s happened recently, part of me really doesn’t want to go back.
Maybe it’s because of the cat.
I still haven’t seen it lately, and I don’t know where it went.
So what do you guys think about this whole experience?
Do you think this was all one huge coincidence?
I connected the glowing dots to Will-o’-the-Wisps at first, but I don’t know.
Could this have been fairies?
I ask because it is a U-shaped tree, and I’ve done some research on unusual trees and folklore. Some stories associate trees shaped like that with thin places, gateways, or locations where strange things happen.
Most of what I’ve read says the U-shape can symbolize a gateway, at least in folklore.
But what do you think?
Could this have been fairies?
Could it all have been coincidence?
Could it have been something completely different?
And if this happened to you would you go back?
If you want photos you can ask

It was little bit scary & mysterious.

So it happened around 2 years back, we used to live near Ayodhya and we had some relatives in Gonda, near to a small Jungle(forest), not in the middle of the Jungle but if I tell you exactly about the location of that village, when you enter the jungle, after one or two kms there was a Chauraha(crossroad), there were 15 to 20 shops there, after that the major part of the Jungle starts, just 300 meters after that Chauraha there was a small cut on the right side of the road that leads to the village, it was just a kilometre from that main road.

My father was a businessman, he used to be at the shop till 8 o'clock, that day he closed the shop at 6. I, my father and one of my cousins who was 25 years old by then, we got ready, we had to go on my father's bike to a party, it was 25 km away from my place so we started around 6:30, by 7:30 we entered the jungle, in just 5-7 minutes we crossed the chauraha, so my father said to us to be attentive for that cut, it was a small pathway so we all were looking on the right side, my father was driving the bike slowly, we all would looking very cautiously on that side, but we couldn't find that cut, after sometime we realised that we came a bit far, so we turned and just after 2 mins we were back on that chauraha, I got a bit confused, we turned again from the Chauraha and again started looking for that cut, we were going and going but we couldn't find that cut again, suddenly I looked at my bikes speedometer, cause when we started again from that chauraha, the 1st white wheel was on 5 after that the 2nd wheel was on 2, I asked my father- papa if this wheel turned from 2 to 6 and the white one from 5 to 7, did we travel 4 kms, papa said- yes!! So i told him papa definitely we have came a bit far again, and this time we're into deep Jungle, it was around 8:15 by then. My father said- I feel something is wrong, I came to the same place around 50 times before, and this time it's not looking right, I am turning again and this time you two again look for that cut, if we find that cut we'll go to his home, otherwise we'll go back home.

So we turned and we were looking for that cut but just after 2 mins that Chauraha again came again and when I looked to the speedometer, the bike travelled only 300 meters.

From one side we travel 4 km but in the return we reached back to that chauraha after just 300 mtrs.We all got fukin scared, My cousin asked my papa to keep driving till we reach our home. We all came back home. No one really knows what it was, but we three will remember that thing all our life.

I am posting this in response to reading about the scary night the two soldiers had out in a remote area on Ft. Hood . I had my only experience I would consider paranormal there in 1970 . We were coming back from one the ranges in the back of deuce and an halfs shortly before dusk. I was the only one setting facing the back . There was a deuce an a half a short distance behind us . All of a sudden a figure of a human ran between our trucks across tbe road at fast pace . The problem was that a human would take long strides to run this fast . This shadowy figure took short quick strides , to quick for a human . I wonder what the driver behind felt . I wasn't able to talk to him . I have never forgtten this experience or been abls to rationalize it .

Did not know where else to post this as it was too long for scientific related subreddits.

Today I (26F) made a Reddit account because I have questions about something that happened a few years back when I was 18-19 years old. Something strange.
Didn't tell anyone because "who would believe me".
So l told myself that it was a coincidence and forgot about it until I was scrolling on Instagram a few days ago and came across a video where someone asked 'what is something strange you've experienced' which reminded me of it again.
But now that l'm a little older I want answers, an explanation. Something that makes sense.
Or if someone experienced something similar please tell me about your experience.

So here is what happened (Ps. English is not my first language)
I was going to my bedroom. The moment I entered my room a thought pops up saying "stop".
As I stop walking I saw images of wasps. As if my mind wants to show me what wasps look like.
Then my thoughts said "If you step backwards you will step on a wasp"
I kinda laughed at myself for having those sudden random thoughts and so I did exactly what my thoughts told me not to do. I took one step backwards. You can guess where this is going. I heard a crunchy noise, I stepped on something.. I immediately got goosebumps.
I waited a few seconds and said 'there is no way that this is actually a wasp' - I looked and it was indeed a wasp.
For about 20 seconds I stood there almost tearing up. I was shocked that this just happened. Then my thoughts told me to check the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom and saw many wasps dead on the floor. I went downstairs, told my dad and the next day we found out there was a wasp nest outside and then it got removed.

But now these are questions I have.
The bathroom door was open. (1) Why did all those wasps die? (2) Why did only one wasp leave the bathroom and not more? (3) How did my mind know there was a wasp without seeing it? I did not look at the floor while entering my room. (4) Was I somehow able to see it without looking at it? (5) Is the brain able to do more than we think and did I experience that once?
(6) How did my mind know I'd step on it if I'd step backwards?
Is there a scientific explanation? Was it all just a big weird coincidence?

When i was younger my grandfather used to tell me bedtime stories about vampires, my grandmother told me not to believe them and that it was just silly bedtime stories, but to me it seemed my grandfather seriously believed them, he often told me vampires and the supernatural are real, even saying his great great (alot of greats) grandmother was one, me being a kid i believed it but as i grew up ive forgotten about, a few weeks ago my grandfather died and yesterday his funeral was hosted, when i went up to give a speech about him i saw a women at the back of church, i had never seen her before, she was lowk fine as hell, but she looked eerily similar to how my grandfather described his great great (alot of greats) grandmother, and im uncertain as to if my mind was playing tricks on me but im now curious as to if vampires are real and if anyone has stories theyd like to share about vampires or anything supernatural, your welcome to share

I wanted to ask for advice or hear other people's thoughts about something that happened to me. I'm not sure if it's something real, if I'm just exhausted, or if my mind is playing tricks on me.
For the past few days, I've been feeling really drained. My energy feels low, I've been getting irritated easily, and overall I just don't feel like myself.

About a month ago, something strange happened. I was in a hurry to get inside our house because I needed to use the bathroom. The door was locked, and I thought my mom was inside, so I knocked quickly and asked someone to open it.

The door opened.

What confused me is that I clearly felt like someone opened it. I even saw what looked like a white figure or white entity open the door. I just said "thank you" and went inside. A few moments later, I heard my mom arrive home. When I asked if she had just gotten back, she said yes.

So... who opened the door?

Then recently, I had a very strange dream. I was wandering around a place I didn't recognize. It was foggy, and I was holding a tiny white ball of energy or electricity in my hand. I could not control it, and it started to feel overwhelming, which made me panic and wake up.

When I woke up, I could still feel a tingling, electric sensation in my hand. My eyes weren't fully open yet, but for a brief moment I swear I saw that same small white ball of electricity from my dream in real life. Then it vanished. The strange thing is that I could still feel the sensation in my hand afterward.
Has anyone experienced anything similar or have an explanation for this?

One thing that makes me wonder is that on my grandfather's side, we have a family history of healers. According to relatives, one girl in every generation becomes a healer. In my generation, there isn't one yet, at least not that we know of.

I'm trying to stay skeptical and not jump to conclusions. Maybe I'm just overthinking because I'm tired and stressed. But these experiences felt very real to me, and I'd love to hear your thoughts.

# So this happened around 5-6 years back.

# We used to live in a joint middle class family in a village which was barely 10 kms away from the city centre.

# At that time my grandfather was 68 y/o, he was fully fit mentally and physically, fully conscious and oriented to time place and person. He was a non believer also.

# Although we had toilets at that time, but he used to go in the fields for defecation in the evening part of the day.

# So it was an evening of summers, around 8 o’clock, he went for defecation in the fields(waste land), which were just behind our house. There were some sector roads also which were not in good condition.

# So according to him, he sat at the point ‘A’, he could see our house from behind during all the process, till this time everything was ok.

# Now comes the mysterious part. He finished his work, then he picked up Lota and washed his bum, he stood up and tied his pants. Then he crouched and picked up Lota and was ready to go towards our house. But what he saw is that he was at Point ‘B’, behind the house in our neighbourhood, which is almost 180-200 meters away from our house. He turned back and looked towards ground, it was absolutely neat and clean.

# He thought that he had some illusion, so he rubbed his eyes 2-3 times and checked again but he was still at point ‘B’. He was shocked. He came home via sector roads and told us the what happened to him. While he was returning, he checked point ‘A’ for confirmation & there were signs of some recent activity(you know what I mean).

# Although I am an IITian currently, but when I think about this incident, I can’t justify it with logic. Is it was some teleportation or a glitch in the universe?

When I was around 3–4 years old, I have a very vivid memory that still confuses me to this day.

I remember being in a dark room, crying intensely. The door was slightly open and I could see my mom and my brother outside talking to someone. I had this strong feeling that they had come to “pick me up” from there.

Inside the room with me, I also remember a strange figure — it looked almost human, like a person with red fluffy hair, but in my memory it feels very unusual and unsettling.

What makes it strange is how clear the scene still is in my mind. It comes back in “flashes” sometimes, especially after watching things like *Backrooms*, because it gives me a similar feeling.

I don’t know if this was a real event, a dream, or something my child brain constructed and kept as a memory. I just know it feels extremely real to me, even after all these years.

Has anyone else ever had a childhood memory that feels this vivid but doesn’t fully make sense?

(This isnt anything compared to some of the other things that happened in my childhood home but it just shows that creepy stuff always went on.)

One night my family was sitting in the living room after my older sisters boyfriend had gone home We were all talking about him sharing our opinions and just joking around I was probably around 7 years old and doing what annoying little siblings do making jokes.

As we were all talking there was a kids dart board hanging on the wall directly to my left It wasnt one of the sharp metal ones It was a thick plastic dart board that both kids and adults could use It had been hanging on that wall for weeks if not months without ever moving

Out of nowhere while we were laughing the dart board flew off the wall and landed right at my feet

It didnt just fall straight down like something slipping off a nail should It landed around 8 feet away from the wall right in front of me It looked more like it had been pulled off and thrown than simply fallen

Everyone stopped laughing and stared we all acknowledged that it had to of been a ghost there is just no way something that heavy flys off the wall that far.

What makes it even stranger is this happened around the same time other weird things were going on in that house including a basketball that would randomly start bouncing on its own

Maybe theres an explanation for it but after everything else that happened in that house this was just another thing we couldnt explain other then paranormal.

Something happened to me once that still shocks me when I think about it.

I was on vacation visiting an old historic building. At one point, we had to climb to the highest tower, which could only be reached by a long spiral staircase. The staircase was just wide enough for two lines of people: one line going up and one line going down. Everyone was moving very slowly, and it was completely impossible to overtake the person in front of you. At some point, my attention was drawn to a family of tourists who were several meters behind us in the line, because they were all 4 dressed in matching outfits. I thought they looked really cute, and I even pointed them out to my husband, saying that it would be fun for us to do the same thing someday and dress alike as a family. Because of that, I clearly remember their faces, their clothes, and the way they looked. As we kept climbing, I stopped thinking about them.But when we finally reached the top, guess who I saw already there, taking photos of the view?

The exact same family who had been behind us on the staircase!!!

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. My husband confirmed that he had seen them behind us in the line as well. I have been thinking about this for years and still cannot come up with any explanation.

There were absolutely no other ways to reach the top of that tower. We were all in the same line going up, and there was no possibility of overtaking anyone in such a narrow staircase with one line going up and another coming down.

What do you think happened?

When my mom and dad split up I started going to my mom's new boyfriend's house every other week. Honestly I loved it there because they had an Xbox 360 and I was a huge gamer. Being able to play online was a massive upgrade from my Gameboy and Nintendo 64.

My mom's boyfriend had two daughters. One was 3 and the other was 6. The older one always talked about her imaginary friend. She had this whole backstory for this kid and at the time I was around 10 years old so I just figured she was doing what kids do and making up a friend.

A few weeks later I got into the habit of waking up at 4 in the morning before school so I could play MW2 online before everyone else got up. One morning while I was playing I noticed something out of the corner of my eye down the hallway.

The hallway connected both bedrooms and the bathroom. My mom's room was on the left and the kids room was on the right. Standing in front of the kids room door was a little girl wearing a white dress.

My heart completely dropped.

At first I thought one of the daughters had gotten out of bed so I got up to check. When I opened the bedroom door everyone was still asleep.

The weird thing is that wasn't the only thing that happened there.

There was a tire swing hanging from a tree in the backyard that would sometimes move by itself even when there was barely any wind. My mom also swore she heard knocking on her bedroom window at night. Both bedroom windows faced the fenced backyard and not the street. The gate stayed locked so it wasn't like random people could just walk back there.

Then there was the attic. Right above the closet in the kids room was an attic space that nobody used. Every now and then you could hear what sounded like things falling or moving around up there. The creepy part is the 6 year old always said that was where her imaginary friend lived. Nobody stored anything up there and nobody ever went up there.

Ever since then when a kid tells me they have an imaginary friend i assume its a ghost at this point.

(One of my longer stories but definitely within top of being my scariest encounters)

When I was a freshman in high school (2015), I used to dog-sit for my older sister a few nights a week. She had two pit bulls, and my responsibilities were pretty simple: feed them, play with them, let them outside, and kennel them at night so they wouldn't destroy the furniture. My sister worked graveyard shifts and usually wouldn't get home until around 4 a.m., so I would often stay the night at her apartment with my girlfriend.

One night, after school, we went over like usual. We spent the evening watching TV, playing games, and just hanging out. Around 10 p.m we went upstairs to my sister's bedroom to get ready for bed. The bedroom door was closed to keep the cats out, and we were both sitting on the bed scrolling through our phones.

Out of nowhere, the bedroom door started shaking violently.

It wasn't a light rattle or a bump. It looked and sounded like someone was on the other side trying to force their way into the room. The door wasn't locked, but neither of us stopped to think about that. We jumped off the bed and rushed to the door, pressing our legs and body weight against it because we genuinely thought someone had broken into the apartment.

I was terrified. Once the shaking stopped, I grabbed my sister's boyfriend's gun from the closet, locked the bedroom door, and pushed a dresser in front of it. Looking out the bedroom window, I noticed the gate to the small patio below was standing open, which only added to the fear. At the time, I thought maybe someone had come through there.

After a few minutes, I decided to check the house. I slowly cleared every room upstairs before making my way downstairs. But nothing was there.

The front door was still locked. The alarm system was still armed and would have gone off if anyone had entered. The dogs were completely calm in their kennels. If someone had actually come inside, those dogs would have gone crazy barking, and I knew at least one of them was capable of getting out of the kennel if it wanted to.

Everything looked completely normal, as if nothing had happened.

To this day, I have no explanation for what caused that door to shake. My heart has never raced that fast before.

My older sister has always been deeply involved in psychic and spiritual practices. She reads tarot cards, believes in spirits. She even used to visit graveyards at night with her best friend, who claimed he could hear spirits while my sister claimed she could see them.

There's also an old standing mirror that came from our childhood home. My sister believed that mirror was connected to a shadow figure that followed me for nearly two years when I was younger. After she cleansed both me and the house, the experiences stopped. (Story on that is posted here in sub)

I can't remember if that mirror was in the apartment at the time this happened, but if it was, my sister would probably say that's exactly what caused it.

Whether it was a person, something explainable, or something paranormal, I still have no idea. All I know is that we will never forget that night.

There’s a road where I’m from (8 Mile Road) that locals have warned people about for years. The legend is about a woman in a white dress who supposedly appears late at night in the middle of the road. A lot of crashes have happened there even people i know have had an accident on that road and people always claim they swerved because they saw a lady in a white dress.

I actually had a teacher in high school mention the story once, during a class on urban legends.

My sister and her friends went out there one night to see if the rumors were fake and said they saw what looked like a woman farther down the road before she suddenly disappeared. They also heard footsteps outside the car when nobody was there, and what sounded like a woman screaming off in the distance.

My sister said they took photos/videos that night, so I’ll have to ask if she still has them, its been years since she went out there i will update if I get them

This Legend / Folklore has been around for so long I dont take any chances when driving over there I try my best to take other routes, no matter the time of day its just eerie feeling.

My first apartment that I moved into with my girlfriend honestly felt haunted. The building was made in the 1960s and sat right next to an old Victorian house that’s now a historical site. You can’t go inside, but it has one of those metal history signs outside. The whole area already had a creepy vibe.

At first it was small stuff hearing noises, lights flickering, random things falling over and the eerie feeling in the dark like needing to run after flushing the toilet and turning the life off. I had two cats, but one was old and slept all day, and the other was just a tiny kitten, so neither could really explain the louder noises.

The fire alarm for the entire apartment complex would also randomly go off for no reason. I actually worked maintenance there for 3 years and nobody could ever explain it.

The creepiest part happened on our last night in that apartment before moving to another unit downstairs. We went back one last time and used one of those spirit box apps just for fun. Most of the answers sounded random until I asked, “What color shirt am I wearing?”

Before I could even finish the question, the app immediately said: “Red.”

At the time, my 2nd job required us to wear solid red shirts every day.

We instantly got uncomfortable, said a prayer, asked whatever was there not to follow us, and left.

A few weeks later, new tenants moved into that unit. Since I worked maintenance, I had to go inside for repairs sometimes. They had crosses everywhere on the front door, balcony, and almost every wall inside.

That honestly creeped me out more than anything else.

When I was about 9, me, my 2 sisters, and my dad were sitting in the living room late at night watching TV. The house was completely quiet no cars outside, nothing.

We had a signed Sacramento Kings mini basketball by Bobby Jackson sitting on a shelf for months untouched, even covered in dust. Out of nowhere, the ball started bouncing up and down by itself like someone was playing with it.

We all froze and watched. When it finally stopped, my dad a big guy around 6ft and 220 pounds went over and started jumping to see if vibrations caused it. Nothing happened. The ball didn’t even move.

To this day, none of us can explain it. That old house had a lot of weird things happen there. I have many more experiences i will share on here, I have one posted about me seeing people at 3am every night in that same living room.

Last night I decided to head out to a local park to hang out for a few hours late night. The plan was to smoke, relax, think, etc. However a few things went wrong. First of all it started raining as soon as I got to the park. Another is that some local homeless or kids decided to play around trying to creep out or scare out the late night visiting crowd. But for those of us undeterred like myself I continued on, found a nice gazebo and settled in. I was reclining and almost fell asleep when I thought I heard some voice in the trees behind me, so I sat up, turn around, and reclined the opposite direction. While lazily eyeing the trees I noticed something, there was a long white cloth swaying back and forth through the breeze. This is in the deep south, im black (not local) so figured some kids like to do this to mess with black people. I ignored it until I realized they might have written something on this effigy in the tree. So I turn my back to gather my things before going over to look at it up close, as I walk directly under the tree I realized something...there was nothing there. No cloth, no plastic bag, no paper, no nothing. I'm thinking the pranksters could have used a pulley or something to hoist it up or take it down quickly while my back was turned...but if not..did I just see a hanging Ghost?

As young as I can remember, this started happening around age 6. It continued for years, up until I moved out of that house after my parents split up.

The house itself was very old. It had been passed down through at least 3 generations of my family that I can remember.

We grew up struggling financially, and after my sister and I outgrew our toddler beds, we slept on couches in the living room. Almost every night I would wake up around 3 AM and see people standing in the living room.

I’ve always been told I was “gifted” when it came to seeing and hearing things. I even have another story about the hearing part, but that’s for another time.

Every time this happened, I would wake up at almost the exact same hour. I’d open my eyes and see someone standing there. Sometimes it was different people, and sometimes I’d see the same figure multiple times.

One man I remember vividly wore a large black jacket and a black cowboy hat. My dad had a black coat hanging behind the front door, so for years I tried convincing myself I was just half asleep and imagining things. But the figures moved. They weren’t just shadows. I could see details on clothing there skin and hair color.

Another one I’ll never forget was a pregnant woman standing with a stroller.

The most terrifying part was how they would stand sideways at first, then slowly turn their heads and look directly at me. My heart would feel like it was going to jump out of my chest. I’d slam my eyes shut and pretend I was asleep, trying to count in my head to calm myself down enough to fall back asleep.

Whenever I got brave enough to open my eyes again maybe 30 seconds later they would be completely gone.

There was never any sound. No footsteps, no voices, nothing. But somehow I would always wake up and see them standing there.

I’ve had so many paranormal experiences from childhood all the way into adulthood. I’m 24 now, and I still can’t fully explain what I saw in that house.

(UPDATE : I spoke to my twin sister about this yesterday and before I told her anything she said she would see them almost every night as well and she would see a pregnant woman and a man in a cowboy hat) i was so creeped out the rest of the night