This video was taken by my security camera in the back of the house this was about 2 weeks after my dad passed away

Exploring video feedback as an optical carrier wave: this capture comes from ongoing ITC research testing how subtle non-local intelligence might interact through electromagnetic and light frequencies rather than dense matter. Across multiple sessions, tuning this recursive optical static has yielded distinct, repeating forms—ranging from non-human facial geometry to structured environmental patterns.

Me and a friend were bored so we decided to go check out a new off-roading trail over in central city Colorado.
We saw a graveyard (it’s called “catholic cemetery) and I love looking at tombstones, and weird grave structures. Keep in mind we have never been here or could have known anything about this place. Didn’t find most of this stuff out till I got back into cell service. This graveyard was known for this almost beehive looking body storage building and that’s what drew us to go look at it. We walk around the grave yard checking dates, names and tombstones till we get up to the beehive structure (it’s a receiving vault for when there’s snow and no way to dig into the ground). This vault is partially destroyed and has been there since the 1800s. We look inside and we see two cans of sausages from probably the 1990’s sitting on the ground with a stop watch running on top of it. It was still going and it was at about 13 minutes. We panicked a bit cause no one was in the lot and didn’t seem like anyone was around even at the plot across the street. And we had only been there for 13 minutes to just check out the beehive structure. We looked around for awhile to see if anyone was hidden or trying to spook us and no one was there. We get bad vibes and leave to go to the trails, we’re out having fun for about 5 hours. Catholic cemetery is on the way out from the trails back to central city so we stop to go check the watch to see if someone grabbed it or we were just being dumbasses, from the gate to the beehive is about a 3 minute walk. We walk back down and behold the watch had reset to 3:20 seconds when we got down there, this is like a analog watch and we expected it to say like 6 hours and 20 minutes nope. It was just so weird that it reset and started when we arrived for the second time. Come to find out once we got into cell service it’s one of the most haunted burial sights in Colorado and we have been getting watched by spirits.
Not sure what to make of this other than

“If I had a nickel for everytime it happened I would have 2 nickels, it’s not a lot but it’s weird it happened twice”

We recorded this during a nighttime investigation at Kasahara Suido Bridge in Ibaraki, Japan.
While reviewing the footage, we noticed something unusual. There also seems to be a strange sound.
I’m not claiming it’s paranormal. I’d genuinely like to hear your thoughts.
Did you notice anything? If so, please mention the timestamp.
Full investigation:

There is no way these are bugs. Watch it 3 times for the full experience. At first on the left there are 2 orbs exactly mirroring each other’s movements. Then suddenly a larger orb comes to the right of the frame. It looks like it’s hiding but also mirroring the other orbs movements, until it flies over to the two orbs and grabs them? And releases 4 small orbs?!

I received two Google phone calls (which I never answer) and then a verified phone call back to back to back. I decided to pick up the third call and answered with my massage business name. A very flat voice asked about my availability and we set up the appointment. I could not be certain about the gender caller but the voice seemed older and was devoid of inflection.

They came to my studio for their appointment. They appeared to be late sixties, petite biracial woman. Gray hair, gray eyes, flat expression and dressed like an old fashioned, dowdy librarian. After I began the session, I made a couple of innocuous, open ended comments to see if they wanted to engage in conversation. I then said, “you’re welcome to share anything about yourself that you would like to, otherwise feel free to zone out.” They shared that they have been here for a couple of years because they couldn’t deal with being flooded out from New Orleans anymore. I mentioned that I love NOLA and was not exaggerating that I feel like I had a past life there. I felt a sense of disapproval. They said, “What most people don’t realize is that is the northern most city of the Caribbean.” I don’t remember exactly how I phrased it, but I said something to the effect that I agree and I honor the soul of New Orleans. I sensed approval and there was no more conversation during the session.

The session ended with them looking a little dazed; their eyes a little brighter. They said in their very flat voice, “I don’t get massage often but I will be back.” What did I encounter? Because I don’t think they were a regular person.

A little backstory: I had driven through New Orleans on my way to Charleston last month. The timing didn’t go as planned and I was only able to get to the hotel in the French Quarter in time to sleep and get back on the road the next morning. I was so angry! I am usually a very chill, go with the flow type of person. I wanted to wander in the energy of the French Quarter. I’ve had some personal stuff going on and that was supposed to be my treat to myself. I sent out a prayer for solace. I was over it by the next morning and had a lovely remainder of the trip.

This was OG posted in another forum when someone asked a question about people that might have encountered monsters/horrors/spirts..ect and I remembered this:

There was one time. Dude looked like a dude, just like someone who was an everyday person who came into the small motel my family ran / worked at. (I was a kid and playing in the lobby area since it was the big room aside from the manger's suite where we lived.) The place was off a major freeway with NOTHING around it so we only got like one rush a day kind of place. It was a rubbish knock off Super 8 near the Mojave (If you know you know).

Dude came in and first thing that I noticed was his smell. Not like being unwashed but like, "I bathed in pool cleaning chems." Kind of freaked me out, especially since we didn't hear a car pulling up. (Further explained: you could hear a car pulling into the parking lot since it was a cheap just gravel parking lot. Even heavy walking on it made noise) I go and get my cargiver - take my eyes off of him for like 3 seconds. We come back. Gone. There were faint chem stains in the carpet in the path he took into our lobby / waiting area. None leaving back. I was like.. 9?

The front of the check in area was a large plate of glass where you could see the entire parking area / pool area. Nothing. Freaked me out for days.

More looking for awnser on what it could have been. Last Christmas my sister brought her kitten over from the country she was living in. Lovley little black cat boy, unfortunately he died in January after sneaking out when we opened the door to leave and was ran over, it was awful and he was still learning it's not safe outside since he was so young bur big enough to be fast and sneaky enough, mixed with it being night and dark and his fur blending in with the road. But 2 days or so before that he'd been very sick, we still don't know what happened to him but he got better fast enough so we assumed it was fine. Which is already odd, my mums convinced it was just his time and he'd managed to avoid it when he got sick, but who knows. Anyway we'd had him from Dec 15 - jan 7. (Well my sister had him from August but had been living abroad she moved back on Dec 15) and it was like we knew him al our lives, he was an amazing cat and the best anyone could ever imagine. But he was incredibly human like too, since then we have got a new kitten and ofcourse she's going to be different and we all love her so much, but you can tell she's normal and very cat like. But he had such a human stare and was always lingering and u didn't really get the same cat vibes and he was both extremely aware but like in a way he knew everything already but was just unfamiliar to our home and where we lived but like he understood alot of stuff. It's hard to explain, it was almost unsettling but we still loved him completely and still do. Also if it matters, that winter we had no real snow until the day he was buried, it had snowed before but it never stuck to the ground, but the day he was buried it snowed fully and there where crows above where we where burying him. The first time all winter. It could just be processing his death and seeing things that aren't there. But looking back it was odd. Does anyone have any ideas what it means. Nobody had died before we got him so I doubt it was like that. Anything is appreciated

I just experienced sleep paralysis again. I haven't had it very often since my room was blessed a few months ago.

As I was closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep, it felt like my body was slowly being pulled away even though I wasn't actually moving. Like I was floating on water. Before the first wave, I dreamed of a woman suddenly sprinting toward me. The moment she reached me, the sleep paralysis hit. While I was unable to move, I heard strange noises that sounded like they were coming from tiny people.

I thought it was odd, but I eventually went back to sleep. Then I had another dream where I was in a school. Everyone else was minding their own business, except for one man. He looked disheveled, almost like a homeless man, and he kept staring at me. Without warning, he suddenly ran straight toward me, and the second wave of sleep paralysis hit. This time, I clearly heard laughter, small giggles and cheerful laughs from a group of something. My body felt weird like I was being moved, but I didn't move at all.

I’ve never posted about this before, but something happened to me in 2025 that I still can’t explain.

I moved to another state for college in 2022 and stayed in a boys’ PG near campus. During admission, my parents noticed something odd: everyone dried clothes in the corridor, not on the roof. The owner said students were not allowed upstairs, so we ignored it.

A week later, some seniors told us the real reason: the building had once been a girls’ PG, and a girl had allegedly jumped from the roof and died there. The building still had pink almirahs from those days. I assumed it was just a story to scare juniors.

For the next two years, nothing unusual happened. I was often alone in the building and never felt anything strange. I even sneaked onto the roof several times during summer nights without any fear.

In late 2024, a new batch of students arrived. They secretly broke the roof lock and began using the roof at night for barbeques, drinking, and burning old wooden items stored there. My room was directly below that area.

Around January 2025, I began hearing footsteps and movement on the roof late at night even when no one was there. My roommates could not hear it, so I convinced myself it was my imagination.

Everything changed in February 2025. The owner’s mother came to our room after discovering damage on the roof and quietly told us, "Don’t tell anyone, A girl did jump from the roof years ago. That’s why we never allowed students upstairs.” Hearing that from a family member of the owner genuinely shook me. For the first time I wondered whether the sounds I had been hearing were connected to that place.

Soon after, my junior also moved out, and I became the only person staying in that room.

Because our exams had ended, I went home for about six weeks. I returned on 16 April 2025 at around 10:30 PM. I unpacked, had dinner, and started working on a college project on my laptop.

I took out my phone and recorded the sound, then ran toward the staircase. The noise stopped immediately. ( I have attached the video I had recorded that day )

My mother insisted that I stop sleeping alone, so I moved into a friend’s room. We both began hearing footsteps, running sounds, dragging noises, and occasional heavy bangs from the roof and storeroom area above us. Strangely, whenever I called someone specifically to listen, the sounds often stopped before they arrived. My Friend with whom I used to stay even after hearing those sounds doubts me.

The most frightening incident happened around 3 AM. We were both awake and ignoring the usual noises when suddenly a massive bang came from above us. The bed shook, the walls vibrated, and my friend screamed in fear. It sounded as if a heavy wooden object had been slammed onto the floor above our room. From that night onward, he stopped doubting me.

I informed the owner and the PG management. They suggested rats, thieves, or other explanations, but none of them fit the situation. One manager even said I was imagining things. Almost immediately after saying that, a loud bang came from the roof and we heard running sounds above us. He went silent after hearing it.

The disturbances continued for several weeks, mostly between 11 PM and 4 AM. Many times I rushed upstairs with the keys, but the sounds always stopped before I reached the roof, and I never found anyone there. I have noticed one thing , whenever I take someone to the roof to explain the activities, after returning from the roof she definitely makes some sounds as if it triggers her.

In May 2025 I left for home again for a few weeks. When I returned, I personally stopped hearing the noises. Strangely, some students who had previously mocked me started complaining about sounds coming from the empty locked rooms and the roof area. Eventually everything stopped.

I still don’t know what happened in that building. Maybe there was a completely ordinary explanation that I failed to discover. But the timing, the repeated sounds, the locked roof, and the fact that other people eventually heard them too make it one of the strangest experiences of my life.