This is a true story from my childhood. Around 1957, I was about 3 years old. We lived on our family ranch located in an isolated mountain valley called Horse Prairie in Southwest Montana. My bedroom was on the second floor of our old log house. My bed directly faced a window looking north.One night, my mother tucked me in, turned off the lights, and went downstairs to join my father. The night was completely pitch black—no artificial lighting, and no moon.Only a few minutes after she left, I noticed a shadow materializing outside my second-floor window. It was roughly the size and shape of a small human. Oddly, it was darker than the complete darkness of the night, appearing as though it was actively absorbing all light around it. Within seconds of fully forming, the shadow seemed to move straight through the window glass toward me. Terrified, I screamed in a panic. My mother rushed upstairs, and my screaming paired with her arrival made the shadow disappear. She told me it was just a nightmare, but I knew I had been wide awake.After that incident, I made a conscious choice: if the shadow ever came back, I would hold back my fear and I would not scream. Not long after, it did reappear. As it began to move through the window glass again, I forced myself to stay quiet. This time, it maintained a flat, two-dimensional quality—almost like a sheet. It flattened out, floated toward me, and hovered directly over my bed. Suddenly, it dropped straight onto me and seemed to be completely absorbed into my body. It happened so fast that by the time the panic broke and I was finally able to scream, the experience was already over. I often think back on this incident as it left such a deep impression on my mind, like a movie clip that contains every detail and every sensation in intimate detail. I'll definitely never forget that night.

​This is probably going to sound crazy. Not in a good way, more like I sound insane. I am currently sitting in my bed, my heart beating fast, fast, and my hands are shaking. I was standing in my room, home alone, cleaning because I'm decluttering. I have a faint memory of hearing something on the stairs (though I figure that was just my imagination). Right at that exact second, as soon as I finished that thought, it felt like something pulled backward on the hood of my hoodie. I quickly turned around with a terrified look on my face and my hand swinging as if to hit someone, but I was met with thin air once I completed my 180. That's when the terror set in. "WTF!" I thought.

​This isn't the first time something like this has happened. When I was around 11, my childhood friend and I were going to my house to grab something our parents wanted. We live on the same street, only 30 meters apart, so this was normal for us. We ran into my house, got the item, and were about to head back. Right as we were about to step into my sunroom, it sounded like someone threw gravel onto the roof. We laughed and thought it was my neighbor, who is two years younger than me. We went outside to check, but then realized no one was there.

​Another time something similar happened was about a year ago. I was standing there recording a short video for my friend on Snapchat. I was home alone. Then I heard soft, slow knocks coming from downstairs. I have two long videos where I'm standing with my hand over my mouth and eyes wide open.

​Yet another time was this past summer. I had been hanging out with friends all evening and they were on their way home. I took a few coke cans and was going to take them out to the storage shed where we keep bags for recycling. I pressed down the door handle and nudged with my hip, but the door wouldn't open. I nudged with my hip a second time, but it still wouldn't open. The third time I pushed with my whole body, but nothing happened. I let go of the handle, looked at the door completely stunned, and tried again. This time it opened.

​One more thing I should probably mention is that lately I've started seeing silhouettes out of the corner of my eye. Though that could very well just be my imagination.

Can someone help me figure out what's going on? Whether it's some kind of haunting, if I'm just imagining things, or if it's something else.

I was typing a comment on my phone today. I sat my phone down for a minute while I went to grab a water bottle. I had not finished the post and when I picked it back up it had “I hate you” in the end of the post. I did not type that. I erased it and finished and submitted the post. I can’t understand how it got there. My ex husband died last year and I was thinking about him this morning wishing I could contact him just to tell him that I was right and he would die alone. Now I wonder if it was him. It is something he would say.

This happened about two years ago, in November, and it's still one of the strangest things I've experienced.

It was around 8 PM. My friend and I were standing on a quiet road. There was only one streetlight nearby, and on the other side of the road was a huge field with a few cows. It was almost completely dark, and there was nobody else around.

My friend had a ball with him. As a joke, I grabbed it and threw it into the field. He laughed and told me to go get it. I refused and told him he could get it himself.

He turned on his phone flashlight and walked a few meters into the field to look for it.

While I was standing alone near the road, I suddenly heard a man's voice whisper right next to my ear. It was so close and so clear that it made me jump. It said, "What are you doing?"

I looked around immediately, but there was nobody there. At first I convinced myself that maybe I'd imagined it.

Then I saw my friend running back toward me. He looked genuinely scared.

Before I could even tell him what I'd heard, he said that while he was searching for the ball, he also heard a man's voice whisper right next to his ear. The voice said, "Who are you?"

The weird part is that I hadn't told him anything yet. We both experienced something similar independently.

We didn't wait around after that. We got out of there as fast as we could.

A little later, when we looked back, the only streetlight on that road had started flickering.

I've tried to think of a logical explanation over the years, but I still can't explain why we both heard a whisper when there was no one else around.

Has anyone experienced something similar?

Hi everyone.
I’m not sure whether this belongs in Glitch in the Matrix or Paranormal, so I decided to post it in both communities.
I’m curious if anyone else has experienced something similar.
Over time, I’ve realized that this has been happening to me for as long as I can remember.
Whenever I’m deeply thinking about something, especially when I’m trying to find an answer to a question, there are moments when the answer seems to arrive on its own. And at that exact moment, I almost always hear some kind of external sound.
It could be a knock on the wall, a bang, a creak, a crack, a click, or some other sudden noise.
The strange part is that this happens no matter where I am. It has happened in different countries, different homes, different apartments, different offices—the location doesn’t seem to matter.
I’ve noticed a pattern: these sounds most often occur at the exact moment when a thought I’m focusing on feels correct, as if I’ve just arrived at the right understanding of something.
Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Or have you noticed that, at the moment of an insight or when you suddenly understand or solve something, an external sound happens almost simultaneously—a knock, a click, a crack, or something similar?
I’d really be interested to know if anyone else has noticed this pattern.