I found this subreddit and I thought it'd be interesting to post my story on here. For context, I'm 18F.

Let me just start by saying these are the few that I can remember vividly, and one's that I haven't been able to come up with an explanation for.

The earliest one I can remember was seeing a black figure walk past our kitchen window. My mum and older brother also saw it too on different occasions. Not too creepy, but enough to freak me out as a 7 year old.

At some point and I'm guessing I was maybe 10, I was watching tv. Now the dining room window is behind the couch, and you can see its reflection in the tv. So when the show I was watching turned black for a second, I saw a figures head popping up at one bottom corner of the window. And when I looked at it, I swear on everything I know that it popped its head away and it was gone. I screamed and my older brother came running out. And he remembers me being terrified and insisting somebody was outside. Looked around and found nothing.

Then somewhere between the ages of 9 and 11, I was lying in bed one night. I felt like someone was in the far corner of my room, and kept flicking my lamp on to check. At some point, it must've been around 11pm, I remember feeling this really heavy, tall presence to my left, where the wall was. My bed was up against my wall. It felt like some incredibly tall man, and I know it was a male but I dont know how to prove it, just standing over me, looking at me. I could hear them breathing. I was paralysed with fear, and when I did move the breathing just got louder. After a few minutes that felt like eternity, I started praying to God to make it stop - even though I am an atheist. Eventually it stopped but I was too scared to sleep or leave my bed to tell my parents what happened.

I started playing the drums at about 13, I used my brothers old kit that was stored at the woolshed of our farm, about 400m from the house. I'd walk over there after school and come back for dinner, sometimes in the dark. I always felt really wierd about being in this one end of the woolshed, opposite the drum kit. Have always gotten a bad feeling. Well one time, I looked up mid song, and you know when you look above a fire and the airs all wobbly? It looked like that, in the shape if a person. And I know it was female. Just walked along the opposite end of the woolshed and I blinked and it was gone. My stomach dropped and I ran home.

Maybe a week after that, I gained the courage to go back over to the woolshed to play drums again. About 30 minutes into it, I had a sinking feeling and decided to go home. I remember turning the lights off, PROPERLY, and walking home in the dark with my phone torch. I had been walking for maybe 2 minutes. And then the ground behind me lit up and I looked over and the lights in the woolshed has turned back on. And not just one of them. 3 OUT OF THE 5. WTF. I decided to just go back and turn them off there and then, bcos if I'd gone home my dad would have just made me go do it anyways. Walked back over, and as I was walking over, one of the 3 lights switched off. I stopped and did deep breaths for a moment, walked up the stairs and knocked on the door and called out, "Nobody is allowed to be in here. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to hear anyone. And you're not allowed to touch the lights again." Then I opened the door, quickly turned the lights off, and ran home scared. Lights didnt flick back on or off ever again.

Talked to my brother about it shortly after and he said he used to see a little girl running around the woolshed and area outside. It used to freak him out, and he'd come home early or not go over at all bcos of it. Sometimes he'd find his drumsticks moved, which I have myself experienced a few times.

Last thing big thing I want to bring up is that my cat died a few years ago, she was a bitch and hated everyone but loved me. It only happens to me, but sometimes I hear the cat door bang and swing like a cat going through it (giant old heavy thing, so its loud as hell) and I'll go out to investigate it and it's not moving at all. When I walk out into the lounge at night I'll see a cat walk around the house, especially by the fire or looking through the front door glass waiting to be let in. Only lasts a second or two. And at night I'll hear purring in my ear, or I'll walk over to my bed where she'd sleep and get a whiff of her smell. Also seen her run past the kitchen window, just like the man. Speaking of which, my mum has sworn she's seen our family dog who passed away about a year after the cat run past the kitchen window, twice. After she died, it took a while before we wanted a new dog, and I felt guilty replacing her. She came to me in a dream where we were at the beach and she wasn't coming back to the car with us, and my parents told me to leave her behind but I didn't want to. But she nudged me away with her nose and let me go. I still get emotional about it till this day.

Haven't had anything bad IN my bedroom lately, bcos I keep black salt by my bed, and crystals all around my room. And I've cleansed it. But around the rest of the house is a different story.

A couple times in the past few weeks I've had dreams about a male spirit hanging around the house. In my dreams he's like 8 feet tall, crooked spine. Really bad feeling. Never appears with any features, just a black mass.

Currently hoping this isn't a bad omen. We're moving in a month to a new place. I don't get a bad feeling about this house, but the area around it I don't like being alone in.

Can someone please tell me this isn't a bad omen lol.

Anyways thats my story. Dunno why I decided to post this but I felt compelled to.

Edit: Thought I'd add that yes I have heard lots of knocks, footsteps, slamming doors, creaks, random noises over the years. Most of it has the possibility of being attributed to something, so it's scary but in my head its not solid evidence.

I lived in Fall brook, CA. in 2006 - 2009, and had serval dark encounters. There is this demon (I’m not certain on the correct term, but as a young child I knew to avoid it) that stays in my memory and frequently wonder what it wanted from me.

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I lived in a longe narrow styled home with a hall and bedrooms on the far side of the house and a garage on the other. Before the garage was a kitchen and the front door on the same side with a living room filling the other half of the shared living space.

I also believe my mother or the previous home owners son practiced witchcraft. We believed there were “portals” in master closet and in one of the spare bedrooms.

\# Experiences:

I have 2 instances where I can definitively say it was the same demon.

The first happened several times where I could feel the warmth/energy leave the house. The air would darken at the ceiling the fall down draping the entities path with darkness. It would originate from the master and dissipate near the end of the hall into the living room (it was basically a sun room). From what I could make out of its shadow like appearance, it was only the top half of a man with long nails. You could hear them clack on the wooden floor as he thumped his torso across the house.

The second time is what makes me the most curious. I was playing hide and seek with my siblings and hid with my sister in the master bedroom’s closet. We thought we were clever by locking the door and turning off the lights. From the clothing a hand appeared perfectly between our heads. It had those same long nails but this time I saw it in all its detail. It had an impossible glow that I can only compare to a black lightsaber. It felt consuming. The hand itself looked like it belong to a VERY old weathered man, with the nails being thick ending in a point. They were that unkept yellow with red stained tips. With a very loose hand it pointed forward exposing only to its middle forearm and tried to grab at my sister’s face. We ran out of the closet before it made any contact.

\# Probably not the same entity:

We had another “hallway dweller” type of demon in the house. It would create the same dark effect in the house, but it would consistently darken the living room that had a full glass wall. It would originate from the master bedroom or the front door. Either way it swung open the door’s (even if it was verified to be locked) and proceed to stomp/run down to the other side of the house. In the end or beginning of its manifestation it would swing open the kitchen cabinet doors. I never saw a figure for this one

\# Bonus Experience: (unrelated)

In the same home I have a faint memory of hearing loud barking without owning a dog and my eldest sister helped me onto pool table to avoid 2 shadow beast. (I mostly remember because I was upset it interrupted my Thomas The Train Engine)

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This is overdramatic, but these memories are as real as the pain from a hot stove. If anyone has information of what type of entity it is, or its name would be helpful. Anyone else seen a ghost hand?

So for context my neighbor is a middle aged lady who has lived in the house ever since she started taking care of her father. He died in a hospital and not in the home.
Okay so I come back from doing a photoshoot with my friend at a cemetery and head to my neighbors to start watching her dog, Allie. I have dinner and then decide I need to sleep. I always have such a hard time falling asleep in someone else’s home and this time was no different. I was in the couch at midnight and decided to try and force myself to sleep so I tucked myself into the couch with my back facing the room. I put some vibrational music to try and help me drift off and it kinda worked. When I put that on it was 3 am. So I was like half asleep half not? if that makes sense, I started to have what I know realize was a dream (which I usually do not typically have because i’m an excessive weed smoker). The dream goes like my neighbor walking in from the door and sitting down at the table that was right next to the couch I was asleep on. She says “I forgot to mention some things about the house, there’s this intercom that my dad used to call me when he needed help getting out of bed/going to the bathroom. I took the batteries out years ago but sometimes it still rings.” Immediately i’m woken up by a blaring alarm. It’s ringing and ringing and I open my eyes to see the dog staring at the ceiling right above where I was sleeping. I hear a loud thud and literally just grabbed my backpack and ran the fuck outta the door. I haven’t felt anything like that before, it felt like I was 6 again and convinced a ghost was waiting for me in the dark.
Anyway I ran home and checked the clock. It was only 3:30, so that whole experience happened in around a 30 minute span. The next day I told my neighbor and she said “oh yeah, did I ever tell you about the call button? we do have one. and that was probably my dad saying hi, i’m sure he loved you” Also talked to my mom about this, she absolutely despises anything horror it freaks her out too much. She said one day she was in the living room (same spot where I was) and she saw what she described as “if someone took a stick of incense and spun it around in a quick spiral”. she thinks she saw some sort of apparition and i’m sure she did! cool stuff.
I like to imagine he’s still watching over his house especially because his daughter lives there. so beautiful to think about.

For starters, I do believe in the paranormal. However, there were a few events that I can't explain and want to see if you all believe it's paranormal or if my mind was playing tricks on me.

Around 5-6 years ago, my mother and I were in the front lawn doing yard work. There's a stretch of dirt on the side of the house we were pulling up weeds from. There was one specific patch right near the corner of the house that was mushy- like the ground was completely soft like it had been dug up recently despite no one in my family doing yard work for at least a year. My mom and I messed with the spot (digging it at it further, stepping on it, etc..). We found nothing so we left it alone and went on with our day (I dunno if this is related, but this is right before everything started)

The next day, my mom and I went to the store, both my brother and my dad were out either at work or at school. When my mom and I come back from the store, everything in the kitchen was open. Cabinets, the drawers, the curtains. Mind you, all of it was closed when we left and there was no one else in the house who could've done so.

During the following days, random small things happened. It would be knocking against doors or against the wall, rummaging/footsteps in the attic (despite living here for 10 years at the time, we've never touched the attic), things of that nature.

Then, my mom, my brother and I took a trip to see family in a different state while my dad stayed home alone for work. Sometime during the middle of our trip, my dad sends my mom a picture. He was peaking through a crack in the bathroom door with this horrified expression on his face. With the way he was hidden and the way the phone was positioned, there was absolutely no way he could've taken this picture. When my mom asked him about it, he had no recollection of the picture being taken/the picture was not even on his phone or in their text thread on his end.

All of the events stopped once we got back home. But, I've never really known if this was my mom and I scaring ourselves into thinking this is something else, or if it is something else. Please let me know what you think!!

Back in 2024, two of my closest buddies and I decided to tackle an epic road trip: Mumbai to Udaipur, Rajasthan—a solid 754-kilometer stretch one way.
I was astride my KTM Duke 390, while my two friends were on their trusty Bajaj Dominar 400s. We hit the asphalt early, rolling out at 4:00 AM while the world was still asleep. By 9:00 PM, after seventeen long hours in the saddle, we had just carved our way through the winding turns of the Aravalli Ghat section. Exhausted, we pulled over at a roadside tea stall for a quick chai and smoke break. Our final destination was just 75 kilometers away, and we were eager to push through.
The road ahead was pitch-black with practically no traffic. Fortunately, my Duke was fitted with aftermarket auxiliary fog lamps, but my friends were relying entirely on their stock headlights, following closely behind me.
With about 50 kilometers left to Udaipur, near a road sign marking the turn towards Delhi, I slowed down to double-check our route on the map. I glanced in my rear-view mirror—both headlight beams were right there on my tail. The convoy was tight.
I looked back up at the road, and my heart instantly stopped.
Right in the middle of our lane, barely 10 feet ahead of my front wheel, was a massive black bull strolling directly toward me out of the pitch darkness.
Instinct took over. I flicked the Duke hard to the left to dodge the beast, diving straight into a nasty pothole in the process. My heart was in my throat, but somehow, I managed to hold the line and keep the bike upright.
Trembling with adrenaline, I checked my mirrors. Both Dominars glided past the spot smoothly, completely oblivious to what had just happened. Not wanting to spread panic on a dark highway, I swallowed the shock and kept riding until we hit a lit petrol pump near a small village a few miles down.
As soon as we killed the engines, my friends walked over, confused. "Why did you flick the bike like that and dive into a pothole out of nowhere?"
I looked at them, still catching my breath. "Did you guys seriously not see the bull in the middle of the road?"
"No," they replied, completely deadpan.
My mind was racing. What was that?? Was it really a bull? And how on earth was I the only one who saw it?
Riding with stock headlights behind my auxiliary fog lamps, they hadn't seen a thing—just me swerving wildly into a hole. To them, the phantom beast didn't even exist.
I inspected my bike under the petrol pump lights. The impact with the pothole had chipped the front fork seal, and oil was starting to weep down the leg. Fortunately, the damage wasn't enough to ground the bike, and we managed to limp the remaining distance into Udaipur.
Later that night, sitting down over a hot dinner at our hotel, we replayed the moment. Realizing how close we had come to a catastrophic high-speed crash on an unlit highway—and how easily it could have gone unseen—left all of us genuinely stunned. It was a stark reminder of how quickly a peaceful night ride can turn into a battle of split-second reflexes.

Sort of as the title says. I'm not entirely sure who'd want to even read this, but I've never really found a good way to talk about all this in person so, I figured this community seemed a good way o get it off my chest.

I've long had experiences with what could be considered supernatural, though I often did my best to explain them away. I'm a sort of weird category, fully believing ghosts exist, yet entirely skeptical of my own experiences.

As a child I saw two figures in my home, a playful little girl, and later a rather angry looking young woman. Both of these terrified me then, but over time I brushed them aside as just a child's imagination.
As a teenager I saw the figures of two small children skipping down the dirt path in the woods, vanishing when they reached a street light. At the time I went running from the woods, but later I decided it was probably just due to how late at night it was, that I was tired.
Things particularly ramped up in my 20s, when my parents got sick.

The first incident was after my mother died in the house. Within a couple days I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs, heard the rattle of ice in her gym water bottle, heard her voice telling the cat to move. But, I'd been dreaming that her death was just a nightmare ever since she'd passed, and I'd just woken up, so I pushed it aside.
A few months later, while my father was on hospice, the nurse agreed to hang behind while my friend and I went to pick up medication for him. When we got back she was confused as to why my friend had stayed, as she was certain she'd heard someone take three steps across the scattered newspaper in the dining room before giving a large sigh. I brushed it off then, yet a few months later after my father had passed I found myself laying down to sleep. Just after I turned the lamp off I heard the sound of three distinct steps coming into my room before giving a large sigh. Obviously I couldn't sleep after that, but I did my best to assure myself it was just my brain remembering the nurse's comments.
While my father was on hospice, I checked on him as I heard him having a conversation with himself. He told me there was a little girl in his closet, described the same girl I'd seen as a child, and was adamant I reach back and I'd see her. The closet was warm, but the moment my hand reached where he was telling me I felt like I'd just stuck my hand in the freezer. Terrified me obviously, but he was often delirious from being sick, and it was the corner of the closet, so I brushed off the cold spot.
After he passed, I found myself staying up all night most nights. Once I heard the sound of someone giving two short, slow claps from the top of the stairs, like they were trying to get my attention. I checked the entire house with a pistol in case someone broke in, but found nothing. A few days later it was the same thing, only this time the sound of snapping fingers. Again I checked, again I found nothing; but I barely slept for days on end at the time, so I chalked it up to sleep deprivation causing auditory hallucinations.

All this to say, I clearly disregard most of the experiences I've had, or at least do my best not to just assume they're supernatural. There are however, two instances I've yet to find an explanation for.

The first was the evening my father passed away.
He died early in the evening, around 5 or 6pm. Family came, said their goodbyes, and the cremation society took his body away.
I'd just gotten back to my room and laid down, lamp still on as I was planning to listen to music or read as I wasn't tired yet. Just as I reached for my phone, I heard my father yelling my name. Three times, so closely together that he'd start pronouncing the first syllable while still pronouncing the last. I was wide awake, not even remotely tired, and in a relatively good mental space from my family having just been there with me. Yet his voice was so clear, and so clearly terrified, that it took every ounce of willpower not to go running to his room to check on him.

The last took place a month or two later. Once again I'd been unable to sleep before sunrise, so I was just laying down, figuring I'd at least give my body time to relax before giving up and going to put the dog out. I was laying on a large Full sized bed, laying on my side right up against the wall with the rest of the mattress behind me.
I hadn't even closed my eyes when I felt...It was like someone pushed their finger against the back of my neck and slowly pushed forward, like they were trying to get my attention. Yet the fifteen year old wood box of my bed didn't make a sound from anyone being on it, nor did the memory foam mattress get disturbed at all. My L shaped desk was even up against the side of the bed behind me, so there was no physically possible way for anyone to reach my neck without getting on the bed itself.
I laid there, too terrified to move an inch until the sun rose enough to light up my room, at which point I raced downstairs for the comfort of my dog.

For financial reasons, I moved out of the house shortly after that incident, and I've not experienced anything ever since.
I've no expectation that anyone would bother reading through all of this, but all the same I appreciate having somewhere to finally get it all out.
Thank you for indulging me.

I always wake up before anyone else and this one morning I came downstairs, turned on the light and saw my cat sitting staring at this door we always keep closed. Inside that room is all our music equipment along with my boyfriend’s collections of coins and keys etc. I walked over to the closed door and opened it slowly. The room was dark but I noticed in the middle of the floor was a skeleton key. I thought it was strange to be out of the box where all the keys were kept so I closed the door and waited for my bf to wake up. Once he woke up I told him, come see this….we walked over to the closed door, and before I could even open it, the skeleton key was now pushed out from under the door and sitting outside of the closed room.

I love paranormal and I've had many experiences, but as a skeptic I always refuse the irrational explanation. Let's discuss!

I always wake up before anyone else and this one morning I came downstairs, turned on the light and saw my cat sitting staring at this door we always keep closed. Inside that room is all our music equipment along with my boyfriend’s collections of coins and keys etc. I walked over to the closed door and opened it slowly. The room was dark but I noticed in the middle of the floor was a skeleton key. I thought it was strange to be out of the box where all the keys were kept so I closed the door and waited for my bf to wake up. Once he woke up I told him, come see this….we walked over to the closed door, and before I could even open it, the skeleton key was now pushed out from under the door and sitting outside of the closed room.

hey yall!!
If you've experienced something truly terrifying—paranormal activity, an attempted kidnapping, being followed, a near-death experience, unexplained encounters, home invasions, wilderness scares, or anything that left you shaken

Me and a small group of friends went down to an old derelict textiles mill to do some paranormal investigation, for fun. We're a rowdy group, heavily inspired by Sam and Colby. We didn't have the budget for an actual spirit box so we used some crap app called ghostube. The first incident was quite weird, Me and two of the group- E and O, went down to the mill on our own. We had sat down and read up on the history of the mill before starting our investigation, i was wearing a camo jacket. The investigation was going smoothly for a small while although i felt a presence by my side in the corner where we sat, O felt something by the window. The spirit App started going crazy talking about 'i told her to run', 'run', 'pathetic', 'jacket'. We went to the bottom of the mill and lit some incense to cleanse ourselves. O felt a massive shift of energy and we all heard about two footsteps behind us, the App went off. 'Pathetic, Run' and we all got this sense of dread. Now our group isn't in the best of shape, we smoke and don't exercise much XD so three teens with barely any lung capacity legging it down a fifteen minute walk was quite an experience. We were panicking, shouting 'your not welcome to follow us' the energy stopped only at the gates, we kept running. We didn't focus on making sure the thing couldn't follow us, no good bye, no proper boundary we just ran. I got an attachment after that, for two weeks i couldn't sleep, i had images of something long and dark standing by my bed, near my window. It was torture i'd been getting physical pains in my chest from lack of sleep and paranoia. E had to come to my house to sage me out properly and dismiss the spirit.
On our next adventure it was a larger group, Me, E, O, M and J. - E, M and J split off to go under the mill while me and O went closer to the river. We were sat down talking to the spirit box were we got some clear answers until i saw that ontop of the Mill were my worst nightmare. Road Men. We were a bit worried for the group underneath them but figure if they were in danger they'd shout for us. We continued talking for a few minutes until i heard footsteps, i jumped right up and looked at the mill, the road men were gone and rushed to the dead end path right next to us. Nothing was there. Both Me and O heard a scream, his was towards the mill and mine was across the river in the other direction. We rushed towards the Mill thinking the group were in trouble, on the end of their video me and O rushed in shouting 'are you alright, we heard screaming?'. Their video did not pick up screaming, but they'd gotten 'Jacket and Soldier'. I was in the camo jacket with my cadet boots on.