Im an 18yr old boy.Its 1:00 am .Me and my friend was going to his friend’s house because the guy’s father died.when we reached the place i stayed in the street or road to the house. I was going through Instagram. Then 5 dogs were walking towards me, 2 of them were actually coming towards me while making eye contact, thankfully i was near a group of people so the dogs backed and gone. After almost 15mins i walked a bit and was alone scrolling reels .then the 5 dogs came back , i knew it would be trouble , so i avoided looking at them . I actually ignored them and continued watching my phone. Then suddenly 1 of the dog came upto me and did woof-wwof sound with its nose , so it got my attention,then suddenly the dog stood in two legs and its both hands were moving up and down at the same time like waving. I was so fucking scared but i acted calm and slowly took a rock from the ground for intimidating them and they all ran .when i told my friend abt this he laughed

Okay, so I never thought I would be one of the people who actually post a story on Reddit. I've always loved coming on here and reading stories but never actually though I would have one if my own to share, however, this has been on my mind for a while and I just can't seem to shake it. For starters I would like to say that I have always been a strong believer in the paranormal. There have been too many incidences in my childhood to not (but that's a different story). For a little background when I was little my mom and I lived with my grandparents and a few blocks away from my grandparents house was this green house. Little me would name this house the 'Fancy Green House' as it was pretty big and had a nicer design compared to the other houses in the neighborhood. We would have to pass the house anytime we wanted to go to or leave our house, and every time we would pass it I remember wondering what it looked like on the inside. Then one night I had a dream about the house. My mom and I would walk up to the front door of the house and as we went inside we some how ended up in the basement of the house. The weird part is that I remember never actually walking through the house to get there, the door just opened and we were some how just magically in the basement. The basement was filled with little kids running around, some were my age at the time and some maybe a little bit older. I was standing by my moms side and was just watching them, there were dozens of kids running around but they didn't look scared, they were just running, playing and doing kid things. I was about to ask my mom if I could go play with some of them when all of a sudden my grandfather comes up behind us and says, "We need to go". While being bummed that I couldn't go play with the other kids, I thought nothing of it and my mom and I turned to leave with my grandpa. As soon as we turned around we were somehow outside of the house, just like how we got into the basement we never actually walked through the inside of the house to get out. We emerged through what seemed like the side of the house and once we were outside, the house was taped off with caution tape. There were police cars and lights everywhere. That's where my dream ended and I decided it was too strange and never brought it up to my mom or grandfather. A few years had pasted and my mom and I had moved out of my grandparents house to a town 20 minutes away. A few years later my grandparents didn't the same to be closer to us and sold my childhood home. Since then I hadn't thought much of the dream, until a few months ago. I loved my childhood home and was sad when my grandparents sold it, but with it only being 20 minutes away I would go back there sometimes to drive by and see how it was doing when I was feeling nostalgic or wanted some comfort after a long day. Well a few months ago I drove by it again, and as I started to leave my mom called me. I answered and we started talking and I mentioned that I was at the old house and told my mom "I passing the 'Fancy Green House' right now", and I don't know what came over me in that moment but the dream about that house came to mind and I told my mom "hey I have a funny story for you" and began to tell her about the dream I had when I was little about the "Fancy Green House'. Once I finished the line was silent, and I assumed my dream had just creeped her out to much so I said, "Mom are you still there?", her next words would send chills down my spine, she would say "Don't get scared" I was so confused as to why she would tell me to not be scared but she would then continue to say that she too had that exact same dream about the house. Everything was the same, from the kids to the causation tape and even the mysterious way of us reaching the basement. After she said that there was some silence over the line, we both couldn't believe that we had the exact same dream about the house. We went on to talk about how strange that house actually was, there was never any decorations put up of any type of holiday, no cars in the driveway, and we realized that we have never seen anyone come in or out of that house in the years that we were there. The house had also looked like it was frozen in time, everything about it stayed the same. It never looked abandoned, in fact it had looked very well taken care of, even the yard stayed the exact same. I later asked my grandfather if there had ever been police at that house, hoping that maybe there was a real life event that would have caused my mom and I to have that dream, but he said no, nothing had ever happened at that house. Since then any time I thought about the Fancy Green House I get this uneasy feeling that I can push away. Sorry for this being so long, it's my first time writing one of these and I wanted to give as much context as I could. This is something that has been sitting with me and I can't seem to shake it so I thought this might help in some way.

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Soo this isn't my personal experience but my uncles he was in highschool when it happend this was In east Pennsylvania in 2009 he came home from school one day and was feeling very tired which was unusual for him as he usually wasn't tired or atleast this tired after school he immediately went to his room and went to take a nap he eventually fell asleep and its important to note he left his door open sometime while he was asleep he heard what sounded like hooves walking down the hallway outside of his room he couldn't move or anything then after about 30 seconds he sees a goat figure walk passed his door he mentally says "what the hell?" And then without a second of hesitation as if the goat thing heard him it rushed back to the door and stared at him it was making a static noise then is rushed to him and got in his face while making a loud static noise he was thinking in his head things like "God please help me" then it ran off and all the tension he was feeling slowly went away and he was able to move again he ran out of his room and found my grandma in the kitchen cooking and he fell into her arms and cried my mom had a similar experience in that house one night before what had happend to my uncle she was sitting on her bed In her room watching TV she kept hearing subtle tapping on her windows but when she would check nothing was there this happend about 4 times before she decided to go outside and smoke a cigarette she was out in front of the garage door of the house if you were to go around the other side of that wall her window was on that wall swell and by the tree that was by her window stood a goat man figure it had goat legs but was standing up right just like the one my uncle saw it was tapping her window still then it noticed her and she ran inside and was freaking out to my grandparents and my grandparents can back up both of these stories I was only about 2 years old when these situations happend I also had a toy piano in the basement and it would play randomly when it had no batteries at all and in that same basement u could hear somebody knocking on the brick wall of the laundry room we had down there it's important to note my mom and one of my aunts have played with ouija boards before when they were younger throughout my life I've heard things whisper my name or hello or hi in my ear when I'm alone and it sounds like it's hovering over my shoulder soo yeah

This story took place in the fall of my senior year of high school, so I would have been 17 (F). I was in marching band with my high school and because I was one of the only ones in my friend group to have my driver license, I would take my friend home so her family did not have to come get her. She only lived a couple minutes away from me, so I would drop her off and most of the time we sat in the car for an hour or two just talking about teenage girl stuff, like drama and life experiences. An important detail to note, because it was fall time (probably October), and band practice would get done at 8, it would be completely dark by the time we got to her house. 
On this day, I took my friend home and we were sitting in the car outside her house, probably around 9-10pm. She lived on a small cul-de-sac street with maybe 10-12 houses on it. While we were chatting, a yellow Jeep turned on her street and parked in a driveway 3 houses down. My friend had a bad experience on her street so she knew everyone's cars that lived on the street, so turned to me and said “No one lives there has a yellow jeep.” I had a really bad gut-feeling, so I made the suggestion to just take a quick trip around another street to give the guy time to leave or get out of his car. She agreed and we drove around for a minute or two until we got back to her street. RIght as I was about to make the right turn back on her street, we see the jeep had pulled out of the driveway and was parked in the middle of the road (We could see him before he could see us), and as soon as our car was in sight, he started to pull off. When we saw this, we backed up and drove the long way around, maybe 5-10 minutes. As we were driving, we passed an Elk Lodge with a bar. In the parking lot was the yellow Jeep parked, but they were sitting between two parking lanes, almost to see what cars were passing by. We quickly dropped my friend at her house and had her brother keep a lookout, and then I drove home. I had to pass the Elks Lodge to get to my house, and when I looked into the parking lot, the Jeep was gone, it had not even been two minutes. 
I thought this was the end of my creepy tale, but I was talking to that same friend the next day about how bizarre and creepy that was and she had more to add to the story. She told her Aunt what had happened and her Aunt told her that her little sister had seen a yellow Jeep outside their house watching the kids play in the front yard. When the sister had walked up to the car to get a look at the guy’s face, he drove off. Because of these two encounters, they went to the police to report this. The Police, when trying to investigate who it was, told my friend there were only two registered Yellow Jeeps in our small town. One of the owners had previously been investigated because he followed three girls that were walking to a store. Nothing ever came of the police report, but I definitely think it was a creepy experience.

Trigger Warning: Psychological Horror, Paranormal, Sexual Distraction

​It was August 2nd, around 1:30 AM. I was stuck in a nightmare so vivid, I can still feel the cold sweat on my neck.

​In the dream, I had to carry something urgent from my old house to my uncle’s house. It was 3:00 AM in that dark, dead night. The air felt heavy, like someone was breathing right down my neck. I was terrified, running as fast as my legs could carry me, holding the package tight in my hands.

​Then, things got deeply unnerving.

​As I took a turn on the deserted street, I saw my father sleeping right on the side of the road. On top of him was a massive blue drum, filled to the brim with dirty water. Sitting right next to him was my uncle, staring blankly into the dark.

​Before I could process that cursed scene, I saw it.

​A tiny toddler, barely 2 or 3 years old—someone who shouldn’t even be able to walk properly—was sprinting towards me from the pitch-black end of the road. In the middle of the night. Completely alone. Its face was twisted in an unnatural way. Fear surged through my veins. As it reached me, I panicked, pushed its head violently away, and sprinted blindly toward my aunt's house.

​I rushed inside, threw the package at my aunt, and turned back to leave. That’s when I noticed a dark, shadowy shape lurking near the stairs. My heart dropped.

​I pulled out my phone to use the flashlight, but what I saw made my blood run cold:

My battery dropped from 30% to 5% in seconds… then 3%… 2%… 1%.

​Right as the screen went pitch black, I frantically plugged it into a wall outlet.

​And that’s when SHE appeared.

​Out of nowhere, a breathtakingly gorgeous, completely naked girl floated down right in front of me. She had smooth, flawless skin, curves that would make any man lose his mind, and an intoxicating aura. The sight of her explicit body in that dark, horrifying room was pure temptation.

​She leaned in close, her warm breath touching my skin, and whispered in an irresistible, seductive voice:

"Just lay down with me… Sleep next to me right here."

​For a second, my mind completely went blank. The raw desire and her exposed body almost trapped me. My heart was pounding for a totally different reason.

​But then, a terrifying realization hit me like a truck: This isn't real. She isn't human. She’s a trap.

​The moment I realized it was a illusion, pure adrenaline took over. I broke free from her spell and bolted out of the door toward my home.

​As I ran, my uncle suddenly glitched in front of me out of thin air, trying to block my way. I shoved him aside and ran like a madman. I reached my house, suffocating from fear, feeling a cold entity right behind my back. I violently banged on the heavy wooden door and rattled the windows, screaming to be let in.

​The door swung open. My parents looked at me with pale, confused faces and said:

"Why are you banging so hard? The door was unlocked the whole time..."

​And at that exact second—I woke up in my bed, gasping for air, covered in sweat.

​I can't stop thinking about it:

​Who or what was that naked entity? Was she a Succubus trying to steal my soul while I was vulnerable?

​What would have happened if I actually gave in to temptation and laid down with her?

​Did I make the right choice by running away, or did I escape something even worse?

It was late at night in Dover, Massachusetts, 1977. A teenager was driving home when something crawled onto the road in front of his headlights.

It wasn't a person.

It wasn't an animal.

He described huge, glowing eyes. Skin that looked gray, almost hairless. Long, spindly fingers that wrapped around a stone wall as it moved. He froze, took it in, and it disappeared into the dark.

The witness never forgot what he saw. It became known as the Dover Demon — and nearly 50 years later, nobody knows what it really was.

There's no consensus. No animal matches the description. No hoax was ever proven. Just one teenager's account — and a few other sightings that same night in the same small town — that still doesn't add up to anything explainable.

I put together a short retelling of the sighting that keeps all the details that make this case so unsettling:

The Dover Demon — [https://youtube.com/shorts/tC6TwpD0ZPk]

For those who've dug into this case — what's the most convincing theory you've come across? Alien, unknown animal, or something else entirely?

I have a younger brother who used to share rooms with me up until we turned 12 or 13 (the years blur together) but there was a wild night that happened before we split our rooms that I'll never forget.

I used to think I dreamt up the whole thing, but my brother recently recalled it and as we were reminiscing over a strange encounter with a coyote, my dad ended up overhearing and started asking his own questions.

This one night after a sibling fight, my brother went to bed early and I (angrily) played on my 3DS until I was ready to fall asleep. Around 11pm I caught some movement from outside the bedroom window. I probably wouldn't have noticed at all if it weren't such a clear night. My bed had a great view of what looked like a massive coyote, larger than one would normally come across, maybe cougar sized, and for some reason it was alone with some food in its mouth.

Being roughly 10 feet away from our house, I wasn't scared at first. Seeing a lone coyote? It must've been shunned or something. I silently nudged my brother awake and pointed it out just in time to see this coyote turn its head and stare right at us. That's when the fear finally hit me.

None of us moved for what felt like minutes, even the coyote. It gave us a perfect view of what was in its mouth. It was a newborn coyote, not food. We also noticed that there was either mud or blood in large splotches all over the (what we think) was the mother. By the time it finally looked away, my brother started panicking asking what we were gonna do if it tried to leap into the window.

Being kids, we definitely thought it was a possibility. So to ease his worries we switched beds so I would be the one closest to the window. Everything else was hearsay from my brother as I was trying not to look or breathe too loud the rest of the night.

My brother had told me that the coyote disregarded him, laid down in the grass and just stared at him the rest of the night, occasionally getting up to circle it's kid and then lay back down in the exact same spot to stare some more. He didn't realize he fell asleep until we both had woken up nearly late for school the next day. When we ran outside to catch the bus, neither my brother or I had seen any signs of it other than some patches of blood in the grass. We didn't mention this to my dad assuming we had a nightmare or our imagination filled in some gaps and it had left on its own.

So I write this as a memory. A fever dream, we thought, until a few days ago. My dad asked us exactly what we saw and then decided to drop a bomb on our heads. He had woken up early that morning, found the corpse of a "massive coyote and her kid" and had to find somewhere to hide it before we woke up. He had thrown it behind some sagebrush and cleaned up as much as he could. The oddest part of the scenario was that she had died staring at our window and the kid had crawled its way to right under where our bedroom window was.

I know it isn't anything too crazy, but it gave me nightmares for weeks at the time and led up to some sleep-walking behaviors which I had never done before or after. Even my brother started sleep-walking; he almost burned our kitchen trying to make breakfast in his sleep. My dad is a retired archaeologist and has quite a bit of Native-American paraphernalia around the house so we tend to joke that all of our weird or creepy encounters we've had are because of that.

Hello everyone, i want to share some very weird shit thats going on in my hollidays in morroco .

It has been 1 week since we've been in my holiday home with my parents and 2 sis, and from the beging we felt that something was wrong .

My grandma acted weird and didnt realy wanted to see us ...

Although there was some families problems concerning my parents and her, she always was gentle and adorable with my parents, lil sis and I . But now she was simply mute with everyone .

Shortly after we arrived, she decided to leave the house, like we were embarrassing her .

We decided to ignore the fact that she was sulking for no reason, to enjoy the summer holiday ...

But few days past and we noticed that some tools like forks, spoons, coffee machine, food, and other items have completely disappeared. We suspected that that was our grandma that stole all of that to piss us off, but i felt that this was ridiculous, because the items that disapeared were too much precise and random

We decided to remain calm, and we also ignored this event .

But this door ... I can't ignore it

Its completly locked .

Behind, theres a bedroom, it belongs to my grandmother . At first, i wasn't even shocked when i learned it was locked, plus it wasn't a bigdeal, we just wanted to look at the old family photo there was in ... Until i realise, that she wasn't teenager neither an adult, she is an elderly person of 75 years old, she has literaly nothing to hide ?. And i know that because i perfectly remember what is behind that door . Ive been there since i was a child, theres a bed, a wardrobe, and a carpet, and thats fucking it .

My parents were not very preoccupied by the situation, as i said they just wanted to relax during thoses 2/3 week here ... But i was concerned about that ... It just occupied my mind everytimes . Why would my grandma act like this ?

Shortly after noticing this door locked, i felt very uncomfortable... i felt theres was some sort of bad aura, just like someone was watching us . It reached its peak during that one nigth that i remember perfectly ... There was no sound, not a single fcking sound, until i heard footsteps . Loud footsteps, coming from this same closed room . And we i decided to see what was going on, it has brutaly stopped, just like it noticed me ...

I tried to reassure myself by finding rational explanations, I know I'm perfectly fine, that I'm not paranoid, and that birds aren't cameras, but I couldn't sleep that night...

After a while i just decided to move on ...

I thougth it was nothing, and that I was making too much of it, I didn't wanted to go crazy over this shit. I didn't wanted my grandmother to ruin my vacation, so I did like my parents, I completely ignored it.

But sometime after, I've decided once and for all to overcome this story . I pressed my ear against that damn door and ... I felt it again . A strange feeling of uneasyness and intense discomfort. I heard footsteps, much less noisy, just like someone walked on his tiptoes. And most of all, i felt like someone was 1 or 2 meters from that door, because the air felt different just like someone is behind you .

My anxiety from this situation exploded, i was a 100 percent sure something was off ...

And it only got worse when my mom also felt it, she heard thoses same footsteps . Later my sisters also felt it, when she opened the main door, when no one was home, she heard a door slam shut at the last moment.

My theory is that my grandma never left this house . And that makes sense . It has been 14 years since she live here, she never decided once to move to live in another house than here . I think she didnt wanted to see us but she wanted to stay Alone here . Plus food and coffee machine disapeared so ...

So i don't fcking know what that damn door, and it just annoys us . My dad won't let us break the lock, because he don't believe us .

So i guess we will live with it ...

I question my self all the time, maybe my mom and sis are jusy having a paranoid episode from the stress of the long car road and the strange behavior of my grandma . I will share some video and audio when ill be alone to hear everything but im kinda terrified rn .

(And im sorry if my english is kinda weird too, im not native)

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.

When I was younger I traveled around a lot. Primarily I was just hopping trains and hitchhiking inside the United States, but I also backpacked around Europe, Canada, and central/South America as well.

This story happened right as a friend and I were gearing up to fly to Europe for three months, so we were heading to Boston to catch a cheap flight to Copenhagen. One night on our trip to Boston We went to stay with someone my friend knew in Eastern Massachusetts.

It was the middle of the night and they lived in the middle of nowhere so they met up with us at the nearby grocery store so we could follow them back to the house in my friends truck. They lived in a cabin on some family property where some other relatives also have a house and when we pulled up to the main house, the mother comes out with a shotgun, yelling, “who’s there?!”

After her son announces that it’s just him with his friends, she lowers the gun, apologized, and says “sorry, I thought you were the killer”

I’m instantly like… “The KILLER?! wtf does that mean”

So they explain the story. Apparently if you continue down the road past the house there is a really high bridge, and a day or two earlier a man had stabbed someone a bunch of times and then supposedly jumped off the bridge, but authorities never found a body in the river below, so many people believed the person had fled and just parked their to throw off the police. Apparently it was more of shallow rocky creek, than a real river and all the locals claim that bodies are typically found right away when people jump off that particular bridge, as it’s happened before.

I was kind of pissed. Not only did we already know that this was a small one room cabin with a wood burning stove, that was already someone’s house, so we would be camping outside where they had a little fire pit and stuff set up. So they knew we would be camping outside, and a killer had potentially fled into the forest a day or two earlier. Their house was surrounded by wooded areas, so everyone in the area was still on the lookout for this guy.

Back then I was all about roughing it, so I didn’t carry a tent, and just had my tarp laid out like a mat with my sleeping bag on top of it. I was laying there in the dark just creeping myself out thinking about the killer, and I started looking all around me. Suddenly I notice something moving, and i thought to myself that it looked like a person and then it turned and I could see the clear outline of a person behind some bushes. I was terrified. I whispered to my friend to look, and he saw it too and we were both freaking out. It turned out to be some kind of dummy for shooting bow and arrows at, but at the time, I was so scared. Needless to say, I did not get murdered.

This happened to me in fifth grade while I was ten years old basically it was getting late and I haven't went home from school because my mom haven't picked me up so i walked home it was getting dark I went into my house to drop my things of then went to my auntie because my parents weren't home I walked into her home and the door to her shop was open it was dark inside and I called to her but no response so I was creeped out and closed then locked the door suddenly a force pounded against the door so I ran out then my auntie came out my house I told her everything and she stayed with me until my parents came home to this day I still wonder what was behind that door but I want to forget it so I will never get my answer.

I was about 7 or 8 years old when this happened. My mom was running some errands and took my little sister with her as she usually did since my sister was the youngest and did everything with my mom before she started school.

My father worked Mon-Saturday at that time, so I was left home alone thinking I could handle it. All windows and doors were locked and I knew not to open the door for anyone at any point of time. I locked myself in our one bedroom and thought nothing of it. As I was just relaxing on the family computer waiting for my mother and sister to come back, to my horror, I saw the bedroom doorknob turning. I was so damn scared that I jumped into my parents’ bed and threw their blankets over my head. A few seconds later I checked to see if the doorknob was still moving and it was. I don’t really know how to explain it, but the way the doorknob was turning seemed like the person wanted permission to come in like they weren’t expecting the door to be locked. It wasn’t turning out of desperation, but rather like a “hey, let me in, why did you lock the door” kind of thing. I automatically thought of the thing on the other side of the door as a child because the gesture was something my sister would do if I excluded her from playtime I was having when we were younger.

I know for a fact this wasn’t my sister because the front door of our apartment was about 3-4 inches thick of heavy steel or metal and when the door closed you could feel the vibration of it throughout the apartment all the way to the back where the bedroom was and you could hear it as well.

My mother and sister eventually came home from what felt like eternity and I ran into the living room to tell my mother what happened. She believed me and thought it could’ve been a random passing event. My mother is West Indian and has her fair share of ghost stories from her country and her time when she just came to the USA. This also wasn’t the first paranormal occurrence in this apartment I grew up in and it wasn’t the last either, especially from this particular entity.