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Bless u for this thread, anon. Hallowe'en is my favourite holiday (originated in my country even though it's dying here). I fucking live for creepy shit.
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I live near clinton road where people dump bodies and kkk and satanists go to make sacrifices and shit, there's a ton of teens on youtube making videos of them driving down the road and flipping out if they see another car drive down the road
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some of my favorite halloween foods in my teen years, not sure if they make some of this stuff anymore though
>tfw no spooky slumber party curling up in blankets, watching halloween movies, searching abandoned places, making pumpkin pie, carving jack o lanterns, cozying around a fire, telling spooky stories, eating foods in this pic, etc etc
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yesss i was hoping to see those pilsbury roll cookie things with the ghosts and pumpkins. that taste and texture is irreplacable. i always liked the dough more than the baked cookies though
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literally my teen years
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I found a 24/7 scary video live streamhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UeP1c7zY3I
I also like watching channels like mr nightmare or darkness prevails, and watching stuff such as 3 am challenges by aldosworld
having a horror marathon is fun and all, but I like setting myself in a more realistic setting, the type to make me not sleep at night if you catch my drift
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I wish I'd have more paranormal experiences. I'm not really a believer but I'm fascinated by the paranormal and want to believe. I've only had one encounter off the top of my head that sticks out as being unusual (I might've told this story on lolcow before):
Basically, when I was 6 years old, I was watching a movie with my family in our living room. My mom was holding my cat and she told me to grab his claw trimmers because she noticed his claws were getting too long. We kept the trimmers in the adjacent dining room, which was connected to the living room by a large doorway, so you could see right into it from the couch. I went to get the trimmers and didn't turn on any lights because I knew my way in the dark.
When I knelt down to open the drawer the trimmers were in, something pulled my hair – not a tug or a couple of strands yanked out, I mean it felt like someone grabbed a fistful and pulled straight down, not enough to hurt me but enough to physically moved my head until I was looking up at the ceiling. I was pissed and immediately whipped around to yell at my little brother (I think I even said "[brother's name], stop it!!" out of pure reflex) but when I turned around I could see into the living room and both my brothers and my mom were watching the movie still, all oblivious to what had happened. My cat was still in my mom's lap and we didn't have any other pets. I remember rationalizing it at the time as my hair getting stuck in a fan, but I don't remember if there was a fan present and I didn't have to untangle my hair from anything.
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Just as I posted that I remembered another story, not mine but a family member's. When I was in elementary school, an uncle of mine molested another member of our family. Disturbingly enough, his wife decided not to report him, provided he kicked the booze and got some form of corrective therapy. Shortly after that, he was deployed (he was in the military). No one but the two of them and the victim actually knew about the abuse until years later because they kept it all under wraps. After finding out about the abuse, I was also told that my uncle apparently wasn't actually deployed – some time after the abuse took place while he was in his house alone one day, he was sitting in the kitchen eating dinner when he suddenly very distinctly heard his wife's dead mother's voice screaming
his name from their basement. She never liked him when she was alive and hated that he married her daughter (understandably enough) and he recognized her voice because she'd yelled at him numerous times before. The time everyone thought he'd spent deployed, he was actually hiding in Alaska (it might've still been on military business, but it wasn't mandatory and he jumped on the opportunity to leave the state because he was terrified). He also sobered up for good and as far as I know didn't commit anymore sexual misconduct (although his wife would probably just cover it up again, so who knows).
tl;dr: ghost grandma is absolutely based, spooks the fuck out of creep uncle.
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My mother died four and a half years ago. At night is when I start to think about her the most. Maybe two or three of those nights, when I was almost asleep (and possibly crying myself to sleep), I felt something next to me, coming closer, something cold. I don't know how to explain it exactly, because it wasn't scary for me at all, it just made me felt relaxed and calm and my mind kept thinking ''okay, she's here''. But I know that can and possibly is my mind or something.
But one thing happened a few months ago and I can't stop thinking about it because it doesn't have a logic explanation for me, even when I tried to rationalize things.
In saturday mornings I tend to clean my house around 8 AM or 9 AM. I was tidying up the kitchen (where I usually start) and I was placing the cutlery in the cupboard. I was listening to music with my earphones on and then I felt like something grabbed my thigh. I don't mean a caress or a touch, I mean that I felt exactly a hand grab my thigh, not too hard but firm. I obviously thought it was my boyfriend, who was sleeping at that moment but could have woken up, so I turned myself around and…Nothing. There was nothing there. In that moment my mind just panicked and I tried to think ''maybe it's the cat, it must be the cat, sometimes he comes here and I can feel it, it must be that''. I just froze there, looking at the floor and knowing my cat was, indeed, in the bed with my boyfriend.
I called his name but he was sleeping, and even the cat didn't come to the kitchen. As I said, I haven't feel panic or fear before even when having some experiencies which I can't explain, but this just make me froze. I felt so scared in that moment that I started crying and couldn't stop because I know what I felt, I know how it felt and I know that even if I want so much to found a logical reason, there's none. When my boyfriend woke up because of my crying he thought something happened to our cat because I was just this crying mess. He tried to explain me that maybe one of my muscles tensed or something but that doesn't help me because I've been experiencing those muscular contractions all my life since I was a kid and I know this was totally different.
This story happened at my friends house few years back.
We were having a sleepover and I always have this thing of scaring my friend. I heard the bathroom door open, I got into position for my mission. I hear footsteps coming down, I'm trying not to laugh because I know how good I am about to get her scared. Where I was located was inside her room was like a large closet area. You'd open the door and see another room right ahead.
So there I am waiting, I feel a strong brush of air, the door opened more and I see a shadow, very quick paced, I assume it's her. I wait still, I hear muffling papers/books from the desk slightly and breathing. I stand there for a few minutes and get impatient for her to go into the other room so I start saying how long I was waiting for her. I look up and there's nothing fucking there. I stood there just stunned really.
The story behind paranormal activity around her house actually originates from her sister and has a storh. Since her mother was pregnant with her sister, her mom would see child like shadows and such. When she grew older, they noticed she'd be talking to someone who was not there. So my friend's mom asked about who she was talking to and she had said that she has a friend who lives in her closet. That she wants to be friends and share her toys with her and that she's friendly.
It all seems hard to believe, but I would experience odd things leading up to that event.
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In my room at home when I was a teen I always felt watched. I couldnt explain the feeling but it didnt bother me to much. Me and my siblings exchanged rooms so I didnt always have this room. It was next to the kitchen and was one of the rooms in the house (besides other former rooms that obviously belonged to the children of the pre-owner) that had a door latch from the outside when we first moved into the house. Of course through renovation and such my parents removed all of the door latches.
so much about the back story. Now once I had my best friend over playing in my room and suddenly without talking about anything she says "I feel watched in here." then proceeded to do what she was doing.
some time later I got tarot cards as a present from my aunt. i started doing random shit, when I just mixed the card and then asked into the room "Who are you?". I then drew a card randomly. It was death.
I never picked up the cards again.
I didn't know about that until I watched that british detective show Midsomer Murders and there was this incessant creepy noise that turns out to just be foxes.
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I feel this
I prefer the cookie dough, when I did get a package id probably eat more cookie dough than I ate the baked cookies, but I loved the smell of it baking in the oven and curling up, watching some halloween movies and eating these
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Anyone have any experiences with shadow people? I have my own stories, but like to hear others too.
Something spooky just happened to me today actually. I work at a hotel and was standing in a little lobby area waiting to take the elevator up and saw a large human-shaped shadow cast on the ground in front of me, which quickly walked behind me and disappeared. I thought it might've been a guest, so I turned out to greet them but no one was there.
I keep standing there, waiting for the elevator (it's slow as fuck), and just shrug off seeing the weird shadow when I suddenly feel this rush of cold air blow past me, like someone was walking really fast around me. I turn around again because I'm convinced that it was really a guest this time, but still no one. Our hotel is pretty dead right now because summer is ending, but I still walked around the lobby area and down the hall to see if I just missed someone. Nope, all alone.
I keep trying to come up with rational explanations like an AC vent or something, but can't.
In more than one occasion I have seen a very tall dark figure wearing a ritual robe over my bed, I try not to look but I can see it out of the corner of my eye.
I've had a lot of hyper realistic dreams with figures like that as well, it freaks me the hell out.
i've had shit like "premonition" dreams of a few family friends that have died. really thought nothing of it just terrible coincidences but quite recently had a dream revolving around my aunts unborn baby, that someone was holding her but the person was glowing. ended up telling my aunt about it saying how it felt like in the dream at least her baby was not alive/she has to be extra careful with her pregnancy. she wasn't careful did bad stuff and her baby paid for it, the baby has multiple disabilities but thats not the freaky part, when he was being birthed the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and for a solid minute or so apparently he was dead, thank god the midwife saved him. my aunt told me that he was cradled the exact same way as in my dream and now she believes i have some gift from god, honestly i still think it's just really bad coincidences/intricate similarities and i'm trying lots of different forms of meditation to try to stop dreaming like it.
also anon i am now obsessed with brittyy44, she is amazing thank you.
I'm the anon from this post and it FUCKING HAPPENED AGAIN but it was different this time
I woke up at 3:30 sharp and heard the little girl again, i ignored it then it kept getting louder and louder and i heard crying then my dog got alert and started growling, once i sat up it went away? It was coming from outside though then a few hours later i heard a really light cry like from a puppy come from my living room but it went away
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Great thread idea!
I live sort of near to the location of an urban legend about a serial killer escaping an asylum, very stereotypical stuff but I've visited the area at night a couple times and it gave me the creeps. I'm moving to a new city this fall and I'm excited to explore, walk around and find spooky places and see Halloween decorations.
Also posting this in case anyone wants horror recs for fall/Halloween
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Anyone had a legit experience with black eyed kids? I know there's stories crawling on the internet and videos and whatnot but has an actual person had experiences ?
When I first moved into my new house, a few months after I moved in two little black girls showed up to my door and it was really odd because when I first got there my dad had already answered the door and talking to them and everything so I asked whats up and my dad said they got lost walking and wanted to call their mom, I didn't get a good look at their eyes but my dad handled it and I walked away then a few days after the usual ghostly type stuff started happening like footsteps, random cold spots, feeling of being watched , etc
has there been any deaths around your area or in your house? or have you ever been dealing with paranormal experiences before?
try getting a camera and setting it about around the times it happens and look at the footage in the morning, especially if it happens so frequently, keep in mind there are certain animals who's noises sound like someone crying or screaming
>>203370>waking up at 3:30
is there anything creepy related to this? I used to wake up at that specific time very often a few years ago.
I really liked the number 3 (and I've always been pretty good at "programming" myself to wake up at certain times) so I assumed it was just my subconscious excited about that particular hour
lmao, them quads aren't helping you seem less evil either, guess you're the anti christ now jk
but people say 3 am is when the most paranormal activity happens and it makes an inverted cross on a clock, there are also different times like 3 AM, 3:30 AM, and 3:33 AM that people all have their own saying about
some paranormal based youtubers will do 3 AM challenges where they walk through graveyards or some shit and try to find paranormal activity
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when I was 13/14 I always used to walk my dog late at night. we lived in a european city at the very suburbian area. So suburbian that a 5-10 minute walk from our home and you were on a road with fields of wheat/corn and other stuff on one side and paddocks on the other. there would be 3-4 houses isolated at the middle of the long road that led right into wildlife sanctuary. Because it was so far isolated the street didnt have street lamps all the way through. halfway through the second paddock they stopped and it was complete darkness. Somehow I didnt care too much back then.
One late evening I was again out with the dog (a mini border collie), I was just underneath the second to last street lamp before there was a huge part without lamps and nearly complete darkness, then, far beyond, the isolated houses and then again darkness.
While walking there calmly out of a sudden I saw something in the corner of my eye. I was walking along the street and it was right next to me, but only for a split second. Now I know the mind can play you hard. But what scared the shit out of me after the first startle, was that I was frightened immediately. As when you hear a sudden noise and you cant avoid to flinch. The worst thing is that it looked like a human sprinting past me. But in the corner of my eye it looked like it was made out of fire. Not blazing and flaring fire, just fire, image exemplary. And I flinched hard in the same moment. First I thought a jogger went past me, because it looked like a sprinting person. But I was completely alone on the street, there was not one single soul beyond or past me.
It freaked me out so much, that after a few seconds of contemplating, I turned around and went straight home.
Back then I thought it might have been a guardian angel, I was annoyingly spiritual and religious. Nowadays I rather think I might have seen car lights of a turning car behind the paddock that I went by, although there was not even the sound of a car in the far. Since later that spot became sadly popular because a child was abducted there and another women was raped, I want to believe it was no mystical creature, but idk, maybe I heard a weird sound of someone who was in the shrubbery at the site of the road and my brain processed it weirdly together with the flicker of the street lamp, maybe even one of those old mobile phones and he tried to take a picture, before raping me and what I saw was the flash that went off accidentally. Since there were a lot of hiding spots at that street this doesnt strike me as too absurd.
Idk. Point is, I still have this image in my head of the moment I saw it. It's there like a flashbulb memory. A flashbulb memory is a memory that is especially vivid because of the emotional arousal going with it. The most common flashbulb memory is how one heard from 9/11. Everyone knows. And un my memory I can still see this humanoid fire thing there next to me.
I developed fear of the dark following that event and never again went out after sunset.
I have quite a few!
I was around 10 and I was quite used to be home alone. This time was very different because my sister put all of her creepy ass porcelain dolls in boxes to trhow away/donate or something and they were placed near the staircase. I was alone, and having a good time downstairs in the "computer room" when all of a sudden I started feeling uneasy. I stopped playing in the computer and i swear I heard a girl's laughter coming from inside the house. i was terrified, and associated the noise with the creepy dolls which didn't help much. So I grabbed the phone and called my mom just to hear her voice; I sprinted upstairs with the phone on my hand and locked myself in my room, turned the tv and watched some spongebob to forget. Idk man, I was 10, and probably imagined the whole thing but it was still creepy.
The other story is even weirder:
So I was around 14 this time, and I was surprisingly home alone again. It was around 12:00pm and I was still in bed, very comfortably in my uderwear. I suddenly hear my mom and my grandma coming back with groceries.
They were having trouble unlocking the door so my mom was calling for me to help her unlock it. I may sound like a little shit, but since I heard my grandma, I didn't want to open the door while in my underwear, and I was too lazy to put some pants on, so I ignored my mom pretending I was still sleeping. Then, somehow the door got unlocked. I didn't think of it much until my mom came upstairs to say hi. She said "thanks for opening the door, I couldn't find the keys" and I was freaked out. I told her I didn't leave my bed and that freaked HER out because she swore she saw me running upstairs after opening it. Also, my grandma was not with her, she was by herself. Idk… I cannot understand how that happened, we both were scared for a while after that but at least the ghost wasn't a little shit like me.
I don't know how I feel about BEK.
My family went on a road trip to Illinois about four years ago and we stayed the night at a shit motel. I heard knocking at the door and children's laughter while I was texting my friend about being paranoid. Probably a coincidence, but it scared the shit out of me.
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Okay, so I have quite a series of paranormal activity throughout my life so far, most of them are completely unexplainable, but here goes;
>first paranormal experience takes place around 2006>was young, just moved from one side of australia to the other>oldest child in house, no friends new area and school>unpacked, everything was quiet
Now this house was brand new, had never been lived in before, and we were the first tenants (we were renting at the time) so nobody had died there, and as far as I know no native aboriginals had lived in this area but who knows, anyway;
>fast-forward 3 months or so> had met next door neighbours daughter>1 yr younger but only child who lived near me>hit it off, soon become bffs>we often go to each others houses (hers was the exact carbon copy of mine, in fact the whole street was)>one day she came to mine>was around 10 am>parents and siblings gone to bbq, home alone with friend>decide to do some spooky shit "for shits and giggles">enters parents closet>closet is walk-in, could almost fit a whole bed inside>we close door, lights off and sit down facing eachother>at the time I had no idea I was a sensitive, so this was a stupid idea >we begin by holding hands>asking random shit, basic "is there anybody here?" and the like>nothing answers>fast-forward about 15 mins>nothing had happened, friend was bored, wanted to go eat>convinced her to stay for 15 more mins, if nothing happened we'd call it quits>decides to ask the same question again, but with a means of anything there to answer>e.g "if there's anybody here, we invite you to talk, tap once for yes and twice for no">nothing>waits in silence for about 30 secs more before a clear knock was heard >asked friend if she accidentally banged the wall>unlikely because of the size and because we were in the middle>she says no>weirded out, but we continue, more intrigued now than ever>fast-forward another couple mins or so, with us asking various q's and getting the same series of knocks in response>remember we're both holding hands, so we know it isn't one of us>series of knocks turn into scratching>start to think that's weird, maybe a rat or some pest>knocking and scratching dies down>place goes dead cold>like 15 degrees in the closet, 35 degrees out of the closet>not just a draft, not even possible>consider possibilities>friend is heavily religious, is freaking out, wants us to leave>try to calm her down>manage to after some time, brushing off experiences>we continue>this time accompanying the knocks was what I can only call a disembodied semi-human growl. like a mix of a dog, pig and human coming from behind the clothes>wtf>try to play it off, but getting scared myself>friend suddenly freaks>ask her whats wrong>says something touched her leg, a hand>asks if it was me>lies and says yes to keep her in the room with me>continues>getting really scared>suddenly feels the same hand that she described on my back>cold, ice cold and big, like too big to be human>oh fuck,jpg>screams>runs out of room together screaming mothers name>reuse to go back in closet or room for rest of day
this is the worst part of this experience;
>the day after>friend doesn't want to return, out with family>understandable>brings mother to check out closet>to un-scare me (as if)>turns light on, opens door>at first, nothing>still cold asf>worried>looks around, sees nothing>decide to look up bc knocking and scratching had gone up there too>uh oh>there was already a opening to the attic, and it was closed and nobody had ever been there at all, and there was nothing there when we moved in>saw scratch marks and bite marks all over the hatch and the lid>???>points out to mother>ignored>explains some bs reason like rats or w/e despite us never having rats>marks clearly too big to be from any animal or pest i could think of>bite marks looked human, weird>sucks it up and agrees with mum>never forgets
This was just the first of many, many experiences that followed suit from this one little thing me and a friend did.
I am 99% sure we (more specifically, I, a sensitive) opened a portal in that closet, because everything started after that.
And even when we moved, over 3 or 4 times.
Shit even happens now. but unrelated to house, just because of me being a sensitive.
If you want to hear more of those experiences, let me know, i've got plenty.
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It sure was (and is), but no other experience i've ever had will be as stuck in my brain as the first!
And yes, being a sensitive is both a blessing and a curse, on one hand I can see a side of the world that no one else can, I can help people and myself, and understand more about this other world around me, and then there's the bad, which is instances like I have previously stated, where i'm easier to take advantage of, and posess or get attatched to, due to this sensitiveness, not to mention I can accidentally "summon" or more specifically, welcome, things into my life by mistake, and I, as a psycho-kinetic sensitive, can create different energy depending on my emotions and can attract the wrong kind of attention because of it!>>203896
Haha, it honestly felt so at the time, and listening back to it and relaying it myself feels more like a storytelling, and I can neither prove or disprove what happened, but I can explain and let other theorize.
Here's another experience I had in that house;>alone in house, couple months after first happening>watching tv, parents again at a bbq>this time i'm sick so didn't want to go>anyway, minding my own business>only lounge and kitchen light on >kitchen, dining, lounge and game room were all connected in the same open area>back of room in between kitchen, diner and loune and games room was a glass door and a fly door (screen door)>is actually the back of the house and leads to the garage and the patio, but we use it as a front door as front door leads to backyard and park>weird backwards house I know>anyway, both doors are closed and locked, as is the screen door>minding my own business>room gets cold>goosebumps appear>been happening for a while now, used to it>but still alert, know somethings not right>continue to watch tv>sudden bang heard on glass door>wtf>jumps up, runs to glass door and turns light for outside >sees wooden gate for patio (leads to street) is closed and locket too>nothing there>goes to front door to check if anything is there>nothing>front gate is closed and locked too>???>very worried, could be intruder but probably animal>weary, but go pack to spot>more tv watching>fast-forward an hour or so>hears bang again>bang is super loud this time, louder than before>like someone threw their entire weight onto the door>this time gets up again>tip-toes to the door cautiously>no weapons in sight so hopes not intruder>peeks out behind the blinds>nothing again>????>by this point i'm shitting myself, parents and family won't be home for quite a few hours more>decide to turn all lights downstairs on for security but also because i'm a huge pussy>stands behind sofa just in case it happens again, so I can see it happen>fast-forward a couple mins>nothing happens and legs getting tired>think about sitting back down, starting to calm down now>suddenly, entire power goes out>how??>remember, brand new house, perfectly new fuse box (my dad checked it when we moved in, even had guys over to check, etc)>standing there, pitch blackness>runs to window to see if neighbors lights are out too, because it it's a power outage or not>nope, their lights are on>super worried now>suddenly hears shuffling?? almost like walking but like dragging your feet>coming from the glass door towards me>still pitch black, shitting self once more>doesn't want to go outside without shoes>because during summer we get cane toads, and they're highly poisonous if stepped on barefoot>heaps on our grass>try to find shoes>realize they're upstairs>noise coming closer>fuckthat.jpg>piss bolts it out of the front door (the one towards the park)>runs all the way through the park, around our house and to the front of our house>carefully because of the toads>eventually gets to fuse box okay>tries to get lights on>doesn't work, nothing appears out of place as far as I could tell>stuck outside, refuse to go in>freezing cold (in summer in australia, when it's night time its FREEZING)>in pj's. sick>nobody around>neighbors (the one that had my friend) were on holiday in Sydney at the time>has to wait for parents to get home>fast forward like 4 hours>by this point i'm nearly asleep outside>I hear parents car driving down the gravel road>finally>by the time they get out and ask what happened, i'm too tired and cold, so I just brush it off once more as a blown fuse or something>weirdly enough, when they go inside, the lights are on and working fine>fuse box has nothing wrong>what.the.fuck>refuse to tell parents what really happened because they wouldn't believe me even if I explained>never forgets
Never did find out what it was, but our lights did go out like that randomly every now and again, in fact it was only our house, which was weird because the whole street as I said before was carbon copy, and built at the same time, yet theirs had no problems. We got people out to check it and they said nothing was wrong with it. My parents put it down to something electrical in the house tripping it, like the kettle or something, but I don't believe it for a second as I never touched the appliances in question that night, or most other times it happened.
Will post more soon, keep watch.
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this anon again, I wanted to add that at this same house I used to hear sounds in my closet (there was a trapdoor in the floor in my closet that led down under the house, I think it was kind of like a basement/boiler room, and I was forbidden to open it). I didn't mention that in my first post because I didn't think it was significant, but I just learned something kind of creepy from my mom while we were reminiscing about that house.
I remember one particular time I was so scared by my closet that I ran from my room. It was nothing that terrifying, basically I was staring at my closet, unable to sleep, when I heard a quiet thump from inside – quiet enough that it could have just been "house noises", but nevertheless I ran from my room to get my mom. My mom was so annoyed, partially because I'd woken her up in the middle of the night and partially because she hated seeing me so scared, that she marched right into my room and checked my closet. I figured at the time that she just looked inside, but she told me today that she actually tried to open the trapdoor, and not only was she unable to, she actually felt tension
as though something was pulling back from the other side. Workers/plumbers had definitely accessed that room before so it was definitely not stuck closed.
That was creepy on its own, but then she said that years before that, the night we first moved into that house, she had a dream that she opened the trap door in my closet, went into the basement, and found a dead person laying on a mattress there. I don't believe in omens or prophetic dreams or anything but the fact that I've only ever had creepy things happen to me in that house is just…ech.
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Said i'd post again, so why not now?
So another couple of experiences i'll bundle into one as they were rather minor.
First experience;>just finished going to the bathroom downstairs>walked out of toilet past long bathroom mirror and sink>washed hands>never liked mirrors, had phobia since young, young child>refuse to look at reflection>finished washing hands>walks away, notices reflection is moving slower than it should>weird>ignores until I get to end of mirror>decides to look back to mirror as exiting to hallway because>reflection is still there, this time facing me>reflection smiles>nope.jpg>runs to hallway too fast, bumps shoulder on metal doorframe
Had to go to school the next day with a singlet because of our sports uniform, so showed bruise and told my friends at school, they were shocked too. Teacher saw bruise and asked where it came from, had to lie and say I fell over haha.
Another experience;>was going to sleep on parents bed with siblings>this was a year or two after we had moved in to our house by this point>all siblings had experiences, all too scared to sleep alone>parents sleep separately in rooms because of us>whoops>dad is on couch asleep watching tv>mum is asleep in my room downstairs>can't sleep, bad feeling from closet>always cold in that room, we know why>tries to sleep>nope>annoyed because I need to et up early for school the next day, I turned over to face the left side of the bed (actually the right because I was sleeping at the bottom of the bed)>still trying to sleep, eyes closed>bed starts to jolt>what the fuck>confused, wide awake but eyes closed>too scared to open them>eventually has courage to open eyes>sees the bed jolting, shaking my younger brother on the other side of the bed>???>it's as if someone went under the bed and lifted it up with their head, completely mad>scared out of my mind, scared stiff, can't move>watches it move closer to me>uh oh>now i'm fully paralyzed with fear, watching as it passes me brother, to me, and under me>feels the jolts>don't know what to think>tries to move>can't>closes eyes>isn't religious but at this point I prayed for it to stop>surprise>it didn't>fuck.jpg>defies fear and opens eyes >sees hand coming out from under the bed>!!!!>hand was pure white, wrinkly and fingers were long, like extremely long>not normal>at all>huge as well, like much larger than my entire face big>what do I even do>try to move>paralyzed still>hand grabs my leg>sharp pain>ow>suddenly passes out>wakes up next day as if nothing happened>didn't notice anything, went to school>one of my school friends pointed out to me that I had a large scar across my leg (where the hand had been)>freaking out>played it off as a scratch I got from some plants>friends didn't buy but didn't press any further
another experience;>me and mum home alone>i'm downstairs watching tv, mum upstairs sleeping>by the front door (to the park) there's a desk with a mirror>all of my old china dolls and my mums china dolls we received over the years from my grandparents sit on the table>they freak me out because dolls are scary >didn't want to be rude to grandparents and throw them out because they were pretty>kept them, just out of room>lied and said it was to keep them safe>anyway, was watching tv>suddenly hears crash>confused>looks for source>figures dolls>because they've moved before>runs out >through hallway towards door and dolls>on floor is my favourite doll>just received a couple weeks ago from grandparents>two other dolls are on floor, one is standing at the edge nearly falling off>how??>devastated >call for mum>comes down and sees mess>asks what happened>tells her truth>doesn't believe me>blames me>we pick the pieces up and restore the other dolls>sad
That was the last doll I ever received as the antique store my grandparents bought it from went out of business sadly, so I never did get that doll again. But also thankfully I didn't get anymore because they're scary af!>>203166
I have a few to do with them too, will post separate.
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Right, so I said i'd talk about the "shadow people" experiences i've had, and as far as they go, they're the WORST.
So i've had 3 separate main experiences with them (this does not include seeing them or my sleep paralysis instances).
experience 1;>this is technically part of my sleep paralysis, but it was more than normal>so during a sleep paralysis episode>i'm lying down wherever I fell asleep>brain is completely awake and functional>can see and hear and remember everything that happens>shadow man>lets call him MR>so MR is like 8-9 ft tall>can change size, but prefers to be big and to hover over me>negative energy, exceptionally manipulative>pitch black, smoke around him, slightly see-through at the bottom of his "shape" (no feet)>can smile and does in certain instances, smile is just white light, horrifying>eyes are red, sometimes white>depends on his mood, if he's stronger he is red eyed>anyway>was having episode of sleep paralysis>used to it so just waits for it to be over with>he's standing over me, red eyes this time (usually they're always white) >had never seen him with red eyes before>scared>watches him watching me>he smiles>fuck>that smile >suddenly notices another shadow creature>then another>two behind him>both look like him but smaller>like 6 ft>anyways they're standing there>then I hear one say something>now they don't speak>they telepathically talk to you via your mind>you just hear the words in your head voice>anywho>the one on the lefts says>"don't worry, he's not going to hurt you">was confused but also slightly relieved>thought it might be a relative that had died recently, but human spirits do not look like that>weary because shadow figures are very manipulative and fake being other things to gain your trust>looked back towards the red eyed MR>he's closer now>like really close>looks back to other two creatures>they're smiling now>i hear them laughing>oh no>i pass out>i get woken up by my mother the next day (at like 3 am)> i'm trying to open up the glass door on my parents balcony in my parents room (which has that damn closet)> when she asked me what I was doing, I replied>"i've got to go outside, I must be with him">she asked "be with who?">i responded "him" and then I managed to unlock the door>mother stops me>i then said to her "let me go, I must jump">she was very worried after that>she shook me, telling me "what the fuck do you think you're doing?!">i then wake up>confused>mum tells me what happened>doesn't believe her at first>remembers last night]>goes silent, stunned>she asks whats wrong>say nothing, goes about my day
Now every now and again I get sleep paralysis I can also sleepwalk, possessed by these things.
experience 2;>older male cousin and younger female cousin staying at my house>we were playing in my room>pretending to be ghost hunters (I know, bad idea)>lights flicker>wtf>knocking, etc, weird shit same as first ever experience>cousins freaking out, older male cousin tries to calm us down, being 18 and all>he goes out to get a drink from the kitchen>comes back and we continue>things get more intense, hear scratching and outside in the kitchen, go down to the hallway and to the front door with the dolls>wtf>he's now visibly shaken>little brother comes down from sleeping upstairs>everyone else is asleep upstairs>he's crying>he's only like 2 and he's autistic so he can sense and see them too, as mentally handicapped people are sensitives usually>anywho he is crying, don't know why>can't talk yet so babbles>older cousin is his favourite so he goes to him>picks him up and takes him to hallway to get a drink>turns round, brother in his arms, me and younger female cousin coming out of my room, frightened>he's telling me to take me and my cousin upstairs>as he's saying this>brother momentarily stops crying>is looking behind my cousin>i'm looking at my cousin>then to my brother>then to where my brother is gazing>sees MR walk behind my older cousin>he stops>grows taller>smiles>then wales to the other side (back towards the kitchen) and disappears>look to younger female cousin to see if she witnessed it>nope>doesn't want to tell her to scare her>keeps quiet>nobody but me and brother saw it>brother refused to go in kitchen with older cousin>we go upstairs and try to forget what happened
and 3rd experience;>same older male cousin is sleeping over>downstairs on sofabed in lounge>i'm upstairs asleep>same sleep paralysis bs as normal>used to it by now>has an unusual dream>being chased in house, trying to get out>dream feels awfully real>chased by these shadow creatures>upstairs trying to go down>tries all windows and doors>locked, can't open>freaking out>runs down hallway>more of the shadow people appearing from everywhere>runs to glass door>tries to open>also locked>panicking>turns around>is surrounded by shadow creatures>oh fuck>suddenly they part in the middle>revealing MR>he has red eyes again>he shuffles/glides towards me>he's talking about how he's going to take my life, take me, he owns me (my soul??) etc>ignoring him, trying to open glass door>suddenly everything is black>wakes up>i'm at back door (towards garage)> hands on glass door handle>older cousin is up too>tells me he just woke up>says he had a strange dream>relays dream to me>is similar to mine >but instead he witnessed me being surrounded bu these creatures>wtf>I tell him about my dream>it's like 3 am again>scared>we stay up watching tv trying to understand wtf just happened
These are just the major experiences, I still deal with MR now, he's attached to me I believe, but he's exceptionally weak since I moved to the UK, so he's slowly draining me again, I don't feel right asking for, and I wouldn't be accepted as i'm not religious, nor do I believe wholeheartedly in exorcisms. I'm just taking this day by day at the moment.
Being a sensitive isn't all butterflies and rainbows, yes it's cool that you van sometimes see and communicate with the dead, but it is also a pain and a curse.
I do have even more experiences, but I don't want to clog the discussions, so i'll wait a while. before posting again.
I used to see a shadowman in the house I lived in a couple years ago. The kitchen had a bar on one side, so there was a window into the living room there, and the couch was on the opposite wall, facing the bar. I worked retail and had irregular hours, so I would often be grabbing something to eat between 2-4 in the morning.
He wasn't always there, but when he was he always had his legs crossed, one ankle resting on the opposite knee like how men usually do, and his arm stretched out across the back of the couch. Even though the bright light in the kitchen made the living room more difficult to see into, you could still see him because not only was he darker than all the darkness around him, like he absorbed light, but the couch was leather, so it reflected a bit of light, and you could see exactly where he was sitting, staring right into the kitchen through that bar window.
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I'm planning on going to some haunted houses for the fall, but they're so expensive, here it's the myrtles plantation, ive been there before and had some ghost experiences there, whats a good spooky activity to do around halloween that doesn't involve ouija boards anons? I've been considering getting a emf meter too
personally I like to visit cemeteries, especially at night, you are bound to get some results there (with that many dead in one area)
went to one of the most famous cemeteries in the world last year (highgate cemetery if anyone's interested) and got an amazing photo of a full apparition, as well as many orbs, will upload photo if I find my old camera
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that's a good idea anon, I always considered an abandoned house though, a cemetery just seems so basic, I live in new orleans, where marie laveau was buried, I always considered going there, and there's a lot of voodoo, witch stores around, but despite popular belief, you can't really experience much communication with dead in voodoo unless of course you're high level
I have gotten pictures such as security camera apparitions of an old asian woman walking down my hallway, and when I went to myrtles my dad took a pic and there was a woman crying in the window, I wish I still had the picture tbh, but if I ever get a picture of the paranormal again I will post it
i honestly have no explanation for this and i feel so stupid when i talk about it
but basically when i was little i was outside with my mom and we decided to play peakaboo around this locked shed/single garage (sorry idk how to explain it in english)
so basically i would go to one side and she'd be there and the other and she'd be there and it was all fun until at one point no matter what side i went on she wasn't there? i went all around that shed/single garage and she wasn't there but there was no way for her to leave without me seeing her bc she would have to get around me or hearing her due to all the rocks and grit on the ground?
i started crying and i moved as far away as possible from that shed to see if she was still there but somehow i missed her and then all of a sudden she's by my side laughing as if nothing happened and asking what's wrong
i thought maybe my mom was fucking with me but she's bad at that stuff like she's very loud and as i said she wouldn't be able to hide anywhere since i'd see her. to this day she says she was still there but i just 'didn't see' her somehow
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yeah, it is rather cliché, but still great for cheap, easy thrills
but that sounds pretty rad tbh, i've always wanted to go to New Orleans for those exact reasons!
and if you do find anymore paranormal pics, you should definitely post, i'd love to see them
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Yay paranormal thread. It's kind of a thing in my family that the females on my moms side are sensitive as hell. It's strange how Jesus centric everyone is but they still get communication with the dead from time to time? I think I've actively blocked a lot of that side of me because of all the horror stories my mother would tell me about the house she grew up in. There are lots of spoopy stories I could tell if people want to hear but for now I'll just share the time I was super sensitive.
>at the house my mother grew up in visiting family
>talking to my cousin who's like a brother to me
>we've been talking for at least an hour now
>suddenly heart feels very heavy and I feel super sad to the point of wanting to cry
>"hey cousin, I'm super freaking sad and I want to cry, did something happen?"
>"…everything is alright, we're fine. I'll tell you in the morning"
>finish talking with him, say goodnight to family, head to bed
>wake up next morning to the wails of my aunt
>stumble sleepily into the room my mom was staying in and ask what's happening
>shes teary eyed and says their dad died last night
>mfw I sensed my maternal grandfathers passing over 2000 miles away
yeah, I have my fair share of spells that worked, I try not to use it too much and def wanna practice magic more but I think the worst that happened was I wanted to try a death spell, on my ex, just to see if it will work, 1 yr later, or at least I think it was that time, he died, while this could have been a coincidence, it always just leaves me wondering, I do want to practice more spells though, I have a spell book and crystal ball, the most that I see in the crystal ball though is specs of color which the crystal ball guide just says small insights about my own life "IE blue means you're healing, red means you're mad, etc)
Has anything you casted worked anon? my cousin reads auras well, he told me mine is green, which when looking at green it is pretty accurate for me
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Once you get used to it, it's not scary anymore. Oddly though I have never seen anything more than shadows, lots of things moved though. (Doors popping open, heavy things knocked off the wall, cupboards opened with dishes out and broken)
Ghosts are just kind of a normal thing in my paternal family so I'm not sure if anything has ever followed me from one house to the next, though my current apartment is empty unless my upstairs neighbor isn't as loud or clumsy as I've thought.
Most haunted was definitely the mortuary with at least one incidence per week, followed by the 324th trs barracks at Lackland AFB. There was also weird goings on at the house my parents built in the middle of nowhere but I think that was something wild and not a ghost. Pretty much everything I've mentioned has been witnessed by at least one or two other people so I don't think I'm just crazy.
I'm moving into a 102 year old house soon so it should be interesting. My husband's grandfather died in the living room so hopefully his ass isn't haunting it. Pic related is a lock on the outside of the door of a children's bedroom in the basement. There's children's drawings on the wall in the actual room itself.
Serves him right
I've had three spooky experiences.
1. A few years ago I was invited to a friends sleepover party. Everyone was sleeping but I wasn't able to. I looked at the wall and there was a shadow of a man with a hat. I looked at it and it continued to look at me(I could see eyes but its head was turned to my direction). This scared me and I hid under the blanket and waited until the others woke up. Few hours later my friend woke up and it was still dark in the room and the shadow was still there. I asked friend if she could see it and she couldn't. She wanted too turn on the lights and as she was walking to the switch on button I could see the shadow wander and go behind her closet. She turned on the light and the shadow wasn't there. Nothing spooky happened after that. I brushed it off as the lack of sleep playing tricks on my mind.
2. I was alone in my room studying. At that time I was afraid of being alone in my room and I had this idea. I closed my eyes and concentrated very strongly on words like "God I always with me" "god protects me" etc. When I opened my eyes I noticed something on the right side. I looked at my TV and there were colorful lights on it. I swear to god I saw light blue and light green and similar colours. It weirded me out because the TV wasn't even switched on. I didn't have a negative feeling but I knew this wasn't normal so I ran out of my room. A few hours later I went inside my room again and it was gone. Nothing like that happen again. Noone believes me but I can't blame them because I have a hard time understanding what happened, too.
3. A few years ago I had a nightmare and woke up. I looked at the door and there was a grey shadow or something. It was pushing the door open and closed as if it was teasing me. I could even hear the squeaky sounds the door makes when it opens and closes. I was never this scared in my life and couldn't or didn't want to move. I was still a bit sleepy so I managed to tell myself that it was a balloon or something my brother bought and went asleep again. The next morning everything was normal and nothing like that happened again and I hope it stays this way.
Sorry if my English is a bit shitty here and there I am still learning.
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Yes! Someone else who has seen the hat man! As a kid my dreams were about 70/30 good and bad dreams (as an adult about 95% are good dreams) but nothing too startling to remember my whole life…except the hat man. From what I've read most people see him in sleep paralysis/waking hours but I definitely was in a dream…
I couldn't have been older than 11, possibly even 9. I remember I opened my eyes and everything was black/white/grey. That's how I knew later it was a dream. I looked around the left side of my room a bit, blinking and confused. Here's a little more info to flesh out the scene; at the time my room was a rectangle, probably 9 feet by 7 feet. On the far side was my closet and door, with my bed pushed against the wall longways facing the door. My headboard rested beneath a window on the opposite side of the room facing the door. The full moon was shining through the window behind my head illuminating my room so I could see my dresser to my left, my toys and things scattered as they usually were, and turning my head more straight forward my closet was closed. I finally rested my eyes on the door and could see it was wide open. In my house there was a long hallway that leads straight to my door; the moonlight reached out past my doorway but not enough to illuminate the entire hall. I stared inquisitively at the darkness before me before going cold as I watched a shadowy figure emerge. It was a tall medium build man, wearing a fedora and a long trench coat. He slowly made his way toward my bedroom. The only thing I could hear was static and the sound of my breathing, his steps were completely silent. I was waiting for my parents to notice an intruder in the house, but everything was completely quiet aside from the buzz in my ears. With each of his steps I pulled the blanket more and more over my face and slid lower and lower back down into a lying position. He slowly strode toward my room and stopped at the doorway. I held my breath. I was mortified. My eyes followed him as he made his way closer to my bedside, and I was at the point where only my eyes were peering out beneath my blanket. I realized that even though the moon was illumating the room, there was no light where he stood, and he did not cast a shadow. You couldn't see through him, he was pitch black. He finally stopped next to my head and tilted his head to look down on me. Featureless. My body was numb. Then he proceeded to fold down from the waist, slowly moving his face closer to down to mine to look me in the eyes until he was an inch away from my nose…I sat straight up in bed and screamed louder than I had ever screamed in my life. I swear in that split second before my face would be enveloped by his he flashed a would be smile. A white, wide crescent slit across that black mask of a face.
SCP stuff always gives me a good fucking fright, they work best if you like to read in complete silence, while alone or at least somewhat isolated in your house. try to look for the Keter level ones.
as for weird paranormal experiences, I have a couple. I was about 11 or 12, lying in bed extremely late at night, probably watching tv. i suddenly hear my mom call my name as if she's standing in my room, right next to my bed, but her voice still sounds a little…far away? not really sure how to describe that one. anyway, this is weird for two reasons, one, because it's probably almost 1 or 2 in the morning and no one should be awake, and two, my mom died in a car accident a few days before my 7th birthday. so, nobody should've been calling my name, especially not her lol. really freaked me out at the time honestly, but I know what I heard. I live in the US but I have an extremely weird name, and it was very clearly my name (as opposed to noise on the tv).
the second one is a little more lackluster. I was doing dishes, this was a few years later, I was maybe 15, and I felt something kinda brush against the back of my leg. this wasn't unusual because we had big dogs that would do that exact thing, but neither of them were in the kitchen at the time, they were outside.
these both occurred in the same house, but the last people living their were an elderly couple who moved out. the house was built in 1974, so it's not really old. I haven't had anything creepy happen to me in that house since, so idk.
Apparently this "hat man" is a huge phenomenon. I googled it after I had an experience with "him" myself.
I was on holiday a few years ago and the mosquitos kept waking me up throughout the night. At one point I woke up and looked towards the open door where I had set up a night light (to help guide me to the bathroom at night). A completely black figure passed by the light. He wore a fedora and a long cape/coat. He was darker than black (not even the moonlight cast any light on his features). Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was looking at me as he walked. Iremember thinking that he must have broken in to the house and was there to steal us, so he must have been checking to see if I was awake. I'm the kind of person who freezes up when they're scared and for a few minutes I just lay there thinking "Should I scream? Should I get up and see where he went? Should I call the police? Should I pretend to be asleep until he leaves?" When I finally got the courage to leave my room, I just ran straight to my brother's room to wake him and tell him what happened. He walked with me around the house with a hurl in his hand and we found nothing. He went back to sleep and didn't remember anything the next morning.
One of the scariest experiences I've ever had.
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Holy shit I'd never heard of the Hat Man phenomenon. I've heard and felt weird things before but the only time I've SEEN something I couldn't explain was when I was at a friend's house at the age of like 7 and we were sitting in the dark watching a movie (only light was the light from the TV) and she got up to go to the bathroom, and while I was alone I saw someone very slowly walk past the living room entrance. It looked like a man, and way too tall to be her grandpa who was the only man in the house at the time. The hat stood out to me and I remember thinking for some reason that he looked just like the man on those Neighborhood Watch signs. It could easily have been a trick of the light + child imagination I suppose but it was still freaky. My family moved to a rodeo town shortly after that and decorations like pic related were all over the place. Nearly had a heart attack every time I saw one, especially driving past a yard that had one at night.
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Years ago, while my older brother was away for work, I decided to sleep in his very comfortable bed for the night.
> Rained all afternoon & night; Great sleep weather
> Woke up around 2/3AM to the sounds of someone going through my brother's desktop
> Thought it was my younger brother getting something from the room
> Shifts to the other side of the bed
> Notices someone is still in the room
> Looks up slightly annoyed
> Tall, thin, tiny black eyes, carpet like textured skin
> It stood stiffly in front of the bed
> Our eyes locked on each others stare
> Lays back down and tries to go back to sleep
> Sounds of someone inside the closet as if they were looking for something
> Feeling absolutely unbothered and in a trance of tranquility for some odd reason
> Slept like a baby
> Wakes up and realizes I witnessed a other worldly being
Decided to share my story since it might be somewhat spooky to some farmers! * Picture is a rough sketch of what the experience was like.
I had some pretty fucked up experiences. My family home has been haunted ever since we moved in during my highschool years but it escalated for years then finally dwindled.
My first experience was when I was sleeping in my sisters room while my bro was in my parent's room. I was deep asleep only to find him waking me up because he heard me sobbing and crying so much. I was dead asleep and confused so I shrugged it off. Several months later my parents left for Vegas and I was excited to use their room to sleep in. It was only the beginning of the afternoon when I was going to take a nap, and I closed my eyes to begin sleeping. I was about to fall in a deep sleep then I heard this whimpering. A woman's to be exact. I ignored it at first because it was actually really gentle, and it was surprising so I didn't process it fast. I ignored it and thought it was because I was already dreaming. I really didn't know what to do but Lay there confused, but it went on for 5 more minutes then I finally had the courage and energy to open my eyes and look for it. The source of the nose was weird and muffled, not really pin pointed but just hung in the air. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I started digging through my parents pile of clothes thinking that the source and muffled sounds were under, that it was a toy or a phone emitting the noise. I didn't find anything, the crying still persisted. My instincts finally kicked in realizing that the situation was bizarre af and I left never to go back in there until my parents came back.
That room had really bad vibes, and my grandma has raised blood pressure whenever she even stepped foot in that room and was hospitalized once when she did.
The living room and dining room was also really weird. There was a heavy presence there most of the time, and not anyone would like to be alone there even during the day. It was a really odd feeling, and none of us had to share experiences everyone just knew. My dad was a skeptic, yet he found it pretty eerie just being there alone. At night, we would sometimes hear chairs being pushed in, and almost every night the computer chair would make that squeaky noise like it was being pressed down, then lifted again like someone got off. It became a nightly routine to hear that and it would happen multiple times in succession like someone was bouncing on it. We can also hear random clicks of the keyboard and mouse. It happened so often that my parents thought we were sneaking out going on the pc only to find no one there. My grandma, bro and me shared one room and my sister had a really squeaky and loud door so no one for sure was sneaking out at night. And to make sure, I would open my door to check to see if anyone was outside only to see pitch black and see no one awake. It was hard walking out at night because it felt like there was a lot of energy or something was occupying the space. I didn't realize how bad it was only after I finally got my own place and never had that feeling anywhere else.
Our entrance door wold also lock you out if you went outside even for a little bit, deadbolt and all. And it wasn't because the door was broken or anything, the door and locks were freshly replaced three times over the years, and people are still being locked out even up to date. My last visit my mother was grabbing groceries only seconds after to find out that the door was locked and shut. My aqquaintances and my sisters bfs who lived with us also were locked out randomly.
Another event was when my bro was locked in a room right after me and my grandma left for a second, only to come back banging on the door for him to open it because we needed to get back in shortly. It was really fast and I didn't expect it because He was already dead asleep. We didn't notice the door closed so quickly because it was a quick trip to get something from the living room. He told us that he felt my dad walk in the room, hushed him and told him to keep the door locked. He said that he heard my dad go on my grandma's bed to lay down, and that his presence was evident. So he was shocked to hear us wanting to get in. after we told him he couldn't get back to sleep anymore because he actually spent some time locked in a room with something weird. I have an absuRd amount of experiences to share but I don't want to spam the thread, but those were some of the weird things that happened in my life.
This is very normal. I've been talking, walking and doing creepy shit in my sleep since forever and this is what usually happens. I argue with "someone" and sometimes even halucinate a bit. I can do moonspeak and regular speech, both of which are very creepy for co-sleeping parties. I've also cried and screamd in my sleep before and It is insanely embarassing if it happens while on a trip with friends. ;_; It happens more often when there's someone in the room with you and is making any kinds of noise, this disturbs my sleep and makes me think I'm actually awake so I start blabbering (usually angry)
I believe I even had an out of the body experience once. I came home all fucked up on rakija. The last thing I remember was heading over to the bed and then changing my mind to go to the bathroom before sleep. After that I had a strange episode, where I did not know who or what I am. I couldn't see or hear and I was experiencing sheer terror and violent cold, reaching and grabbing for the light, begging it to take me from my darkness. After an eternity of this torture I woke up, butt naked on my freezing bathroom floor, with the lights out in the middle of the winter. My legs were covered with the tiniest hand towel and the door was slightly ajar. That's where "the light" was coming from. I got up, still fucked up as hell, went straight to my bed.
In the morning I went to the bathroom and I was shocked to find the door wide open, with a flower pot full of water keeping the door wide open. I don't know what happened
I think anon means it may have been a creeper who intended to do something to her, but then they blew their cover by letting the flash go off.
I hope anyway
when did you realize that you were a sensitive?
this is going to probably sound a little weird and tryhard, but it's genuine. i went on a ghost tour last weekend and the tour guide seemed to think something was following the group. at least two people commented on the fact that, when i was holding the emf reader, I seemed to find a load more 'hotspots' than anybody else did. after the tour concluded, the guide came up and asked whether i was a sensitive, and i didn't really know how to respond. tbh a few other people have suggested this to me, like a reiki practitioner at one point and some other people who claimed to be psychically inclined. i guess i feel like this is something i should look into at some point in my life but there's no handbook (that i know of) to do that with.
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I have one that's a "spooky-cute" story. It took place in 2010. My brother and I were staying with my great-uncle for a week in the summer both because we enjoyed spending time with him in his small town and it allowed our parents to spend some time alone. My great-uncle announced he had to run a few errands in town like going to the bank and asked if either of us wanted to come along. My brother said yes, but I wanted to stay behind and wait for them to come back. I was the only one in the house while they were gone. After about 10 minutes, the phone rang. I picked it up.
A man asked "is Alfred (my great-uncle's name) there?"
"No. He'll be back in a while."
"Ah. I'm Harold who are you?"
"I'm his great-niece."
"Who are you a grandchild of? Agnes? Elias? Emma? William?"
I was taken by surprise when he named all of my great-uncles' siblings accurately, and I couldn't remember ever meeting this man before, but for some reason I answered. "I'm Elias' granddaughter."
"Now I understand. Do you know if Alfred ever got together with Sally Lindgren from high school? How about his plans for becoming a banker? How'd that work out."
"He married my great-aunt Olivia and he was a farm machinery mechanic for years."
We then went off about all kinds of subjects. I casually mentioned my Youtube channel gaining many new subscribers that summer, and he asked lots of questions about this. He seemed confused about what the internet is, which seemed bizarre to me since he had a young man's voice. I tried explaining it to him. He was friendly with a nice sense of humor throughout our discussion, but he suddenly announced he was running out of time to use the phone and hung up.
My great-uncle and brother came back. I told my great-uncle that a man named Harold had called and wanted to know about his relationship with Sally Lindgren and his job. He stood frozen in place, wide-eyed.
"Sally Lindgren? That was over 60 years ago when I was in high school. My brother Harold used to tease me about my infatuation with her, but his plane was shot down in Germany in 1944!"
I had never been told about Harold before. He was the second-oldest child and apparently his death was tragic enough that the family didn't like to discuss it. I've seen some photos of him in the family album by now, including one in his uniform, so I know he was real. I wonder why he would've wanted to speak to his brother after all these years, and how he made contact from the "other side".>>203894
These are among my favorite stories in this thread Anon. Post more if you happen to stop by again.
Please spam the thread with more stories. I loved yours in particular, out of the entire thread.
when you said your bro was in the room and >felt my dad walk in the room, hushed him and told him to keep the door locked.
You mean he heard his father's voice hush him and say "keep the door locked," or did the voice instruct your bro to lock it? I'm surprised that with the consistently locking doors and your dad being a skeptic, you guys never set up cameras or anything. After changing locks 3 times I'd get a camera aimed at every door inside and outside.
following a suicide attempt, a solid grey figure with a hat and cloak would disrupt my dreams on a nightly basis. the dreams would play out as normal until i felt like i was being pursued and then suddenly the hat man would appear and i'd wake up. sometimes i'd see him and die, or the world around me would disappear and i'd fall, but it always made me wake up. he stopped appearing in my dreams when i got older, but sometimes i still wake up in the middle of the night and have that feeling i'd get when he was near.
aside from him, i had a weird experience i've posted about before on other sites, but i thought it would fit in here. i was driving to my parents' house at night from my apartment a few hours away, and i usually took the interstate highway because it was faster, though the highway was surrounded on either side by forest and was completely unlit. i'm driving in pitch blackness, no other cars on the road, and my headlights catch this man in a brown cloak just standing in a grass clearing on the side of the road. he was standing there, hood pulled over his head, and he's just surrounded by deer. like, at least 6 deer, and they're all staring at my car.
also one time, my ex-boyfriend tried to summon the ghost of William Burroughs using a Ouija board and our apartment was tormented by some really pissed off ghost for about a month.
To be completely honest, I first started to notice around the time that we moved into that first house. However, now that I am much older and have looked back at my life as a whole, I have come to realize that I have always seen things and experienced things that would be completely out of place for a normal child, not to mention my dolls talking on their own (without batteries), things moving or disappearing, "invisible friends" and shit like that. I never mentioned anything when I was young though, at least until things became physical (which was in that house), so i'd say I kind of did know when I was a lot younger than that, but I mainly just put it off or down to being a child, and I thought everyone had something like this going on to them, I thought it was normal for the longest of times.
Also, I forgot to mention, you can often tell by your experiences and your energy as a whole.
Like, for example, animals and children will either be drawn to you for no inexplicable reason (i.e, in my case), or they'll be scared shitless of you (ehich has also happened to me, especially when I was being followed by that Mr. creature),this goes for ghosts and creatures too. They are often drawn to the sensitive, whether you believe in it or not. They are attracted to easy pickings (if they're bad, and being a sensitive, you pretty much have one foot in the grave already, so you're easier to take advantage of and possess and kill, and if they're "good", then they want to communicate, and they know that sensitive people can sense, see and sometimes even hear them, so they just try to talk. Not to mention your "energy", if you believe in that, is often more powerful and noticeable than normal people, and in some instances (and I suffer with this, so i'd know), some sensitives are psycho-kinetic, which means that we can change and affect our energy to our mood, so whatever mood i'm in, anybody that comes in contact with me and stays in that near vacinity for a short period of time, will start to come down with the same mood, even if they were feeling completely the opposite before. Generally, anger, sadness and jealousy (the "bad" emotions) are much more prone to being stronger and more successful, whereas making someone happy when they're sad is a longer process. Not to mention, psycho-kinetics can also (and, again, in my case, have) been able to build up energy (it will always be the negative and bad energy), usually from not letting it out and from previous trauma (of which I have plenty), and that energy will form a being, of sorts, that will attack either the person responsible for the trauma, the people surrounding the person (normally their family), or themselves, (Which is what happened to me).
On a final note, generally more highly sensitive people, such as the "masters" like reiki practitioners and other psychics, will easily be able to pick up your energy strength, and tell straight away whether or not you're a psychic. Whether they tell you or not, is another matter altogether.
it feels like nothing
when I first heard about it I was like "O okay"
then a few days later I remember doing the spell 2 yrs before
it feels a bit sneaky though, like in a "I could have done this and no one knows" way, but it can always be a coincidence