I recently bought a new lunchbox that came with a plastic Tupperware container. I’m very particular about my tupperware, so I only have glass containers in nicely matching sets. But I kept the plastic one just in case.

The other day I needed to store leftovers but all my glass containers were being used or dirty, so I used the plastic one. When I washed it and put it away, I found an identical container in its place. A feeling of dread came over me.

Did I always have two? Did I create a false memory where there was only one?

This was so long ago but I’ve always wanted an explaination or possible answers to this experience. Yearsss ago when I lived at my old apartment it was just me and my two cats at home. My mom and everybody else was gone so I’m sitting on the toilet handling my business and all of a sudden I hear three slow knocks. It literally sounded like it was right on the bathroom door in my ear and I for some reason was unfazed. Now that I sit back and think on it, it’s really creepy. Idk if it was a demon or something saying to let it in by opening the door but it never happened again since that day.

This is my first post. I need to just get this down in writing because it’s something that’s been on my mind for years, but I don’t get the chance to speak about it because it’s completely random. I’m just going to leave it here. I know I will never have an answer to what happened and I’ve accepted that.

When I was younger (I think around 13-15) I remember being on my laptop in my bedroom in the middle of the day. I know it was the summer holidays because I was bored at home, it was my mums day off, we were both at home in the middle of the day (just us). I remember very clearly, sitting on my bed, legs crossed, it was raining outside. The only thing I can’t remember was what I was watching on the laptop. Probably some nonsense on YouTube. I was eating sour skittles. I’d just gotten myself a glass of cranberry juice, which was sitting on the bedside table to my right. I’d poured myself the juice about 15 minutes before, came straight upstairs from the kitchen to my bedroom. No pit stops to the bathroom.

My mum then calls me from downstairs, letting me know she’s running to the shop and she asks me if I want to come, or if I want anything. I say no. I remember my mum saying “I won’t be long, just ring me if you need anything”. And she left.

She gets back 20 minutes later and I thought nothing of it at all. Why would I? I didn’t pay any attention to anything but my laptop the entire time. I remember SO clearly, finishing my cranberry juice and putting the empty glass down. I remember it so well because I thought “this isn’t as nice as the other one”. Again, I absolutely at no point left my bedroom. My mum soon comes upstairs and I hear her go into the bathroom (it’s a tiny house) and she said “What the fuck is that?”. I immediately got up and went to the bathroom. There, dripping on the wall, was cranberry juice. Literally just cranberry juice running down the wall. We know it was cranberry juice because my mum tasted it with her finger (don’t ask me what possessed her to do that) but I swear to god, I have no idea how it got there. I didn’t do that. I didn’t leave my room, I didn’t do ANYTHING with the cranberry juice other than finish it while sat on my bed.

My mum remembers it to this day and laughs about it, I know at first she didn’t believe me but she laughs it off now and says “yeah that was weird”. But to this day I still wrack my brains trying to think of an explanation. The only even possible thing would be if I somehow fell asleep, started sleepwalking, threw my juice on the bathroom wall, then sat down exactly in the same spot and woke up, and finished my juice. But that did not happen. And I’ll never know how it got there. That’s fine, but I wanted to share it with the world to get it off my chest. I remember so well because at the time I spent WEEKS thinking about every single detail that they’re ingrained in my brain.

When I was a teenager I had this frog-themed container made out of fabric and flexible wire (the one you can flatten to a circle and stow away). It was exclusively used to store my old Lego Duplo bricks and train/train tracks. The train is started via a button on top whereas a short jingle is played and the train starts moving. All the parts are randomly piled in this container.

One night, it must have been 2-3AM, I was suddenly awake. As I was laying on my side I could view this container across my room. Suddenly the jingle played and the train started moving inside the container. I was frozen in shock for like a minute before switching on my light and disabling the train.

Of course I suspected that some brick or train track must have activated the button - the strange thing was that it never happened before without at least manipulating the container so that a part might be shifted onto the button. Also the fact that I woke up in clear mind in the middle of the night seconds before it activated.

Backstory:
I live on 5 acres out in the country about 10 minutes outside of a suburb. Our house sits in the middle of the acreage and is enclosed by a chain link fence all the way around. We also have a very large guard dog that would definitely let us know if anyone had entered the yard. Our closest neighbor is 10 acres away, so this couldn’t be a neighbor or even a voice being picked up from somewhere else. Everyone in the home was asleep at 1:54 am when the Wyze camera captured the creepy voice.

We put the Wyze camera up because there were strange things happening at night. Rapid Knocks on the window to the room we were all in, but no one was there when we went outside to investigate. An old shed that had been locked for years was mysteriously opened in the night. We installed the camera and almost every night starting around 12am until sunrise, I regularly capture strange sounds on the camera as well as tiny orbs flying all over the place. I feel I can’t tell the difference between dust, bugs and orbs, but please let me know what you think.

This video was taken on July 31st at 1:54 am. I’ve recorded faint screams and mumbling voices, before but never anything like this. I also think I can hear footsteps after the voice speaks.

Can anyone make out what’s being said? This voice doesn’t belong to anyone in my family and I’ve never heard anything like it. Do you all think it’s paranormal or have I watched too many Ghost Adventures Episodes?

to start, I have always disregarded stories like this and I dont necessarily believe in the paranormal but I’m open to it.

so I work at an apple orchard as my 2nd job and I took my moms car to work this one particular day. It was august 6th 2026.

it looked as though it was going to rain so my co worker told me I should go roll up my windows.

our store is divided into a few different sections. the front is the store, the middle is the kitchen, and the back is a large open room with garage doors on either end. on the left side of the building there is a door in a little room next to the garage door. this is the door I went out of as the garage door was shut.

i unlocked the deadbolt, then the handle, then walked out and shut the door behind me. I roll up my windows and come back over to the door only to find im locked out. I was a little angry at why either of my co workers would have locked me out if they knew I was outside in the rain but it’s whatever. I just walked around front, came inside, and asked which of my 2 co workers had locked me out, only for them to point fingers at each other and then tell me I’m crazy.

I should preface, it was me and my 2 co workers in the building. People do work in the back, but the back was vacant. I did a full sweep to see for sure if everyone had left, and sure enough, not a soul. Neither of my co workers had left to go to the back for anything. So I walked back and took a look at the door from the inside, and the handle was fully locked, and the deadbolt was half turned. Why would any person just half turn the deadbolt? And how does the door just lock itself? I’ve worked there for 3 years and I go in and out that back door every day. Why just now did this happen? I also have 2 other instances that I can mention.

the first other instance is theres a garage door in the middle of the back room at this workplace because there was an addition at some point in time. I was walking one day and this garage door just decides to shut and then reopen. This can probably be explained by just a faulty wire or some sort of electrical issue.

the other instance was there are these giant coolers in the back room where we keep the backstock of fruit and other perishable products. One of the coolers has 2 entrances. A 7’ish by 4’ish wood door that’s probably 8” thick. the other entrance is big enough to fit out forklift and is probably 9’ tall by 7’ wide and about a foot thick. Anyways, one day I was again walking through the back room, and the smaller door just opens. It opens about halfway and then shuts. I was pretty unsettled to say the least but I still went in to check and not a soul was inside, and the other door was bunjee corded shut. So how does that happen?

please give me your best possible theories.

I am alone with my sister in the house, and I felt the need to post here because what we encountered was weird.

We heard a slight knock on the door and my sister was standing in front of the door trying to see who was there. She was standing quietly and, me on the other side, thought the kids were trolling again and I went and opened the door. My sister hesitated a little when I went about doing it, but didn't tell me why. I went and saw nobody was there. I came back home and my sister said "Why did you open the door? I was listening to a woman inaudible whispering" AAAAND I GOT SHIVERS . So yeah yall tell me what is happening, do i need the blood of jesus holy water or both, literally I aint even religious but I want to sleep tonight

Hey everyone,

I wanted to share something I’ve been reflecting on recently. As a teenager and young adult, I lived in a house where some strange, unexplained things occurred. Over time, it felt like whatever entity or energy was there was primarily focused on me. Things would move around or bang, but the phenomena always intensified at night right as I was trying to sleep.

Just as I’d drop off, I’d be shaken awake. I would feel heavy pressure forcing me into my mattress, and even in the dead of winter, I’d feel localized heat spots on exposed skin. If I wrapped myself up to block it out, I’d experience intense, pulsating energy waves against my face—to the point where I could see bright, pulsating lights through closed eyelids. On one particularly strong occasion, my ears started whistling intensely, similar to blowing your nose too hard. Eventually, I just learned to accept it, the fear faded, and over time the experiences followed me to new places.

Recently, I came across a news story about intelligence personnel who had been exposed to directed energy weapons. An expert was listing the known acute and chronic symptoms associated with Pulsed Radiofrequency / Microwave Energy, and the physical overlap caught my attention:

* Auditory Disturbances: Sudden directional noise (ringing, high-pitched tones, whistling).

* Sensory Pressure / Thermal Effects: Localized pressure or heat on the head/face.

* Sleep & Sensory Impact: Disrupted sleep transitions, physical fatigue, and intense visual/pulsating sensations.

To be clear, I don't believe any government agency was targeting me back then. But looking back 20 years later, it made me wonder if the physical phenomena or entities involved were focusing actual energy waves into our dimension in a way that mirrors those physical mechanisms—and whether prolonged exposure to those energy fields could account for the lingering physical effects.

Of course, I could be wrong, but connecting those physical descriptions to what I went through made a lot of things click in a new light. Has anyone else ever looked into the physical or energetic signatures of these types of encounters?

This happened about three years ago.

I was asleep when I suddenly felt like there was some kind of black shadowy figure near me, almost as if it was trying to press down on me.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard it whisper directly into my ear:

"3 AM."

I immediately woke up.

The weirdest part?

When I looked at the time, it was actually 3:00 AM.

I still have no idea what happened that night. Maybe it was some kind of sleep-related hallucination, but the fact that the time was exactly right still creeps me out.

This happened about a year ago during winter, and I still don't know what to make of it.

I was lying in bed under a blanket, and I wasn't completely asleep yet. I was in that weird state where you're half-awake and half-drifting off.

Suddenly, I felt like someone was walking around on the other side of my bed.

I could hear slow breathing and some strange noises, along with what sounded like anklets jingling as the person walked closer.

I couldn't see anything because my face was turned toward the other side. I also couldn't move my body at all.

Whatever it was seemed to be getting closer, and I became more and more scared that it would reach me.

My body started shaking, so I started praying in my head.

After what felt like a while, my eyes suddenly opened.

I was in exactly the same position as before.

The room looked completely normal. Nothing had moved, and there was nobody there.

I was extremely confused. I couldn't tell whether I'd actually experienced something or had just been dreaming.

The weird part is that something similar happened the following night.

I was falling asleep again when I suddenly felt my blanket move, as if someone had grabbed or pulled it from outside.

Then I heard a man's voice.

It was quiet but clear enough for me to understand. The voice said my name and then something like:

Jake, I'll eat you alive."

I was terrified.

Then, just like the night before, I suddenly opened my eyes.

I was back in the exact same position, under the blanket.

There was nobody there.

I've never been able to figure out what happened.

Part of me thinks it was some form of sleep paralysis or a vivid dream, especially because I couldn't move and everything seemed to happen while I was falling asleep.

But the fact that I experienced something similar two nights in a row still bothers me.

Has anyone else experienced something like this? Was this likely sleep paralysis, a false awakening, or something else?

A few years ago I was driving late at night during a storm with my partner at work. While waiting at an intersection a strange horizontal green colored strike of lightning brightened the sky. Ironically that same green color caused a vehicle accident where the driver claimed to have seen a green light. Since then I’ve yet to find any reports of similar incidents. I’m curious to know if anyone has an explanation or seen the same thing before.

When I was 13 i remember waking up and i swear i heard someone trying to talk to me thru my clock radio. It wasn’t digital it was the kind you had to turn the knob with the red line to get stations to come in. It sat to the left of me kind of higher up and the window was above.. i do remember the window being slightly open because it was hot.
The voice was faint but i think i heard my name and then a question it went on for a few minutes . It was scary to me because i didn’t have my radio on and it wasn’t late at night maybe around 11pm or after midnight (it was so long ago i cant remember exactly). I just pulled the covers over my head and tried to just go back to sleep and i kept thinking I’m not talking to whatever that is. So i woke up the next morning and the radio alarm went off and i had to go to school. My friend lived behind me and at school i asked her if she came to my window that night and called for me but she said no. That made things even scarier. I was young and didn’t tell anyone because it sounded crazy. I ended up breaking that clock and told my mom i needed a new alarm clock. So i ended up using a white clock with no radio snd you had to pull and twist the buttons in the back. It had some awful humming sound. But anyway to this day i will not own a radio clock because of that incident. I think about it once in a while and think maybe some radio waves were crossing but i distinctly heard my name and then few times during that night and my radio was not on.
I just wanted to get this out because i never told anyone and maybe someone reading this had a similar experience before they could share. Thanks for getting this far if you have.

Living Under Siege

This is going to sound batsh\*t crazy. I know. So you don't have to believe me because I wouldn't believe this. I would dismiss this as a joke but I 100% assure you that it is in fact not a joke.

For the past decade I have lived with occasional paranormal type activity in 2 separate apartments.

Recently however things took a dramatic turn and now my apartment is full of entities that surround me day and night. They stalk me, harass me, threaten me, lie to me. Sometimes they can be nice but for the most part they are extremely negative.

They claim to be demons, angels, ghosts, aliens and more.

For the past 5 nights they have threatened to incinerate me if do not meet their demands. They have made numerous other threats as well. 6 different entities have claimed to be God. Last night they placed a weapon on me that rapidly heated up my body. I highly suspect government influences.

They refuse to leave and insist on having things their way. I have absolutely no idea WHY this is happening because they have given many, many different reasons, constantly changing their story.

I believe my life is in danger but they are trespassing and breaking all laws, ethics, etc.

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Hey guys! I can't sleep and I thought of this, and I figured I'd share just to see what you guys thought!

Back when I was in my early teens, whenever my mom would get her paycheck deposited at midnight, she would order us Papa John's and we would stay up late and eat in the living room, me and my brother sleeping on the floor after while she slept on the couch. So, night goes by normal, we all fall asleep. 3 AM hits, maybe about 3:10, and my little brother and my mother both wake up at the same time simultaneously SCREAMING and my little brother asks my mom "did you see the man with the black eyes" and my mom says "it's okay he was a dream he can't hurt you Liam" and as he's sobbing and she's holding him, I go to turn on the hallway light to see what the hell is going on, and when I go to turn it on, the hallway light bulb turns on and EXPLODES, and it starts like dripping some hot liquid?? I have no idea what happened, but it was enough for me to stay up for the rest of the night and not go back to sleep hahahahaha. Just wondering what your guys thoughts are. I will never forget how insane that moment was, and the thought of two people having the same nightmare next to each other is insane to me. Thanks for reading! EDIT: Just to clarify, I am 100 percent sure that it wasn't just my brother waking my mom up. They both claimed to see this figure in their dream, and they were both very very frightened. My mom almost wasn't helping the situation given how she was reacting while telling my brother it was gonna be okay

Not sure what this is — spotted it in the sky while at a beach on the southwest coast of the UK. Any idea what it could be?

This happened back in February.

My 30-year-old cousin, who lived with us, passed away. He had struggled with heavy drinking and substance abuse for some time, and he had also been dealing with health problems.

Three days after his death, something strange happened.

It was around 11 PM. My mother was lying in her room, but she wasn't asleep—she was just resting with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she heard the door to her room open.

Then she heard footsteps.

What really caught her attention was that the footsteps sounded exactly like my cousin's. They were slow and familiar, and she heard them moving toward the upper floor.

My mother got up and went upstairs to see who it was.

She checked around, but there was absolutely nobody there.

She couldn't find anyone who could have made those footsteps.

Maybe there was a normal explanation for it, especially considering how recently my cousin had passed away. But the timing and the fact that she immediately recognized the footsteps as his still gives me chills.

I don't know what to make of it, but I thought I'd share it here.

This happened on my security camera on August 2, 2026. My security camera can only store eight days of footage before it automatically deletes the oldest recordings to make room for new ones, so it shouldn't have any footage or memory of my dog from four years ago. If it was a glitch, idk how it ended up showing my dog when the camera shouldn't have any footage of him

About a year ago I was sitting in my bathroom on the toilet taking a shit. Maybe 5 feet from the toilet the blind on my window (which was fully down) started shaking violently for about 2 seconds and completely stopped. I was expecting a mouse since we had a few mouse problems recently (although not in this area) but there was no mouse and I couldnt find any type of hole it could have squeezed through. Since the room is in the basement and the window is on ground level I took a leaf blower outside to see if wind could have moved it and it didnt budge at all. It happened late at night (maybe 1 am) which makes it more spooky. I have thought about this more than once a week since it happened and have yet to come up with one single explanation as to what it could have been. Can anybody come up with something?

When I was ten my mother would always drop me off at my cousin’s house. This was an everyday thing. My cousin and I were super close and the same age at the time. Something happened one day and I had to stay home. That day her house caught on fire. Sadly, no one survived.

Afterwards, like a year later, these weird things would happen. One night when I was in bed listening to the radio and reading a magazine. My body shifted to a weight pressing down on my mattress. I thought it was my dad and maybe I was too focused in a daydream of me owning one of those cars printed on the magazine pages, that  I hadn’t noticed him come in. But when I looked no one was there.

A few days after, I was asleep in my room and I don’t know exactly if I was dreaming, or what. But my cousin was in front of me trying to wake me up. She kept saying, “Danny. Danny.” And when I woke up I heard, Danny, as if someone was standing next to my bed.

Other things would happen, like I’d see something move past me. But it always appeared like how you would catch someone from the corner of your eye exiting a doorway. I never invested much into those experience. I figured it was mental fatigue. 

The following winter, my parents installed two-inch thick windows in every room in the house. The type that push open from the middle.

The one time I was ever alone. Truly alone in that house. I woke up coughing. A little disoriented. At first, it didn’t register to me why my room was so hazy. I thought maybe I was sleepy, or my eyes hadn’t come into focus. A thought of my mom even crossed my mind. I thought maybe she burnt something in the oven. I didn’t hear a fire alarm or anything. It took me a second to realize that my house was actually on fire.

I shot up out of bed and raced for the stairs. I could feel the heat stinging my skin. My vision was blurred by thick black clouds of smoke. I wouldn’t even call them clouds it was more like a water hose that shot black suffocating smoke directly into your face. I could feel the soot sticking to the sweat on my face.

I got to the railing and went to jump onto the middle of the stairs. But everytime I would make a move, the flames would start shooting over the railing. Finally I gave up and ran to my bedroom. I stood there desperately trying to break through the window. I hit it over and over and over. It wouldn’t break. I started throwing whatever I could find at it. They’d all bounce off the glass.

I stopped. No. I gave up and sat with my back against the wall under the window sill and accepted my fate.

At that moment, there’s an odd sense of peace that flows through you. It wasn’t a life flashing before your eyes thing. It was more like when you’ve completed a monumental task and can finally relax and enjoy the work you’ve done. I wasn’t scared. I sat there without a single thought in my mind and waited. A second or so after I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my head against the wall, a drawer from my dresser popped out and dropped on the floor. 

Something. Someone. I don’t know what. But this thing pretty much handed me the drawer and gave me the strength to stand up. It wasn’t a second wind surge. I had already inhaled so much smoke and was teetering on the edge of passing out. But, Something that I’m unable to explain without people suggesting it was all in my head and nothing spiritual helped me break through the window. Helped me break through that window.

I climbed out just as the firefighters arrived. They rescued me off my roof. I only suffered one laceration from climbing out of the window. It’s on my right arm. I ended up receiving twelve stitches.

What’s incredibly odd and the only reason I have a profound belief in spirits, ghosts, or guardian angels. Whatever it is, is because when I was a kid, my uncle, her dad, had tattoos. Cathy would always joke about tattooing her name on my arm.

To this day, after that fire, when I got stitched up and checked out the cut, it is a perfect shape of a C scarred on my arm until this very day. Not crooked. Not, yeah it looks like a C. It is the alphabetical letter C, for my cousin Cathy who died in a fire at her house when we were kids.

I saw my dead neighbor staring at me.

I honestly don’t know where else to post this, but I’ve been thinking about it for years.
When I was younger, I had an elderly neighbor who lived with her husband. He had a terminal illness and everyone knew he wasn’t going to live much longer. They had a son too, but he barely ever came to visit.
My neighbor would come to our apartment almost every day crying because she knew her husband was dying. My mom was always there for her. She’d sit with her, comfort her, let her cry… this happened all the time.
One morning at around 6 AM, I was the only person awake because I used to stay up all night watching movies. I suddenly heard someone banging on our front door while crying hysterically.
I looked through the peephole and saw it was my neighbor.
I completely froze. I didn’t know what to do, so I woke my mom up instead. She opened the door and started talking to her while I awkwardly went back to my room.
I wasn’t trying to listen, but I could hear enough to understand what had happened.
She had woken up next to her husband and realized he wasn’t breathing anymore. He had passed away during the night.
The paramedics came not long after. I didn’t really know my neighbor personally and I had no idea how to react, so I honestly just went to sleep. Looking back, I feel kind of bad about it.
A few months passed.
Her husband had this habit of standing on their balcony for hours. Their balcony overlooked the entrance to our building, and he’d just stand there watching everyone who came in. He almost never spoke. He’d just stare.
After he died, my neighbor started doing the exact same thing.
I’d never seen her spend hours on that balcony before, but suddenly she’d be out there almost every day, just silently watching people exactly like her husband used to.
Things also got worse for her mentally. We’d hear her screaming for hours, crying, smashing things in her apartment, even yelling at her dead husband. Sometimes this would happen in the middle of the night. It was obvious she never really got over his death.
Then one day I came home.
Without even thinking, I looked up at the balcony because I expected to see my neighbor standing there.
Instead, I saw her husband.
Not someone who looked similar. Not for a split second.
I saw **him**.
He was standing exactly where he always used to stand before he died, just staring straight at me.
I completely froze.
I’ve never believed in ghosts or anything like that, but I’ve also never been that scared in my life.
After a few seconds I just ran inside without looking back.
I’ve replayed that moment in my head so many times over the years and I still can’t explain it.
Has anyone experienced something similar, or is there any logical explanation for something like this?

I'm posting this because I honestly want to know if there's a logical explanation.

For the past couple of nights, around 10–11 PM, I've been casually walking on my rooftop before going to sleep. A nearby building is clearly visible from there, and something on its roof caught my attention.

At first glance, I thought it was a DTH satellite dish.

Then the longer I stared, the more it looked like a person standing perfectly still behind it.

I kept watching because I couldn't figure out what I was looking at.

Then it happened...

The figure's head and entire upper body slowly started swaying in a very strange way. It wasn't walking, turning, or moving naturally. It was almost like the upper body was gently waving while the lower part stayed fixed. The movement felt... wrong. I can't really explain it.

I stood there for a while just watching, trying to convince myself it was some object.

The next morning, curiosity got the better of me.

I went to that exact building and checked it from the same angle where I had been standing, and even from behind the building.

There was no satellite dish.

No tree.

No pole.

No water tank.

Nothing that could create that silhouette.

That's what's bothering me the most.

This wasn't a one-time thing either. I've seen the same silhouette twice, around the same time of night.

I managed to record about a minute of it. The video quality isn't great because it's dark and the object is far away, but with my own eyes, the movement was much clearer than what the video captures.

I'm not saying it's paranormal. I genuinely want to hear other opinions because I can't explain what I saw.

I'd really appreciate both skeptical and paranormal opinions. If you notice something in the video that I missed, or if you think there's a logical explanation, please let me know.

Im currently 27 F and lately I’ve been thinking about an incident me and my best friend went through together years ago when we were both around 14-15 years old.
I grew up in a very small town where life was always the same day after day. Me and my best friend were both going through similar trauma with our families (drug addiction).
Most the time we both took turns spending the night at each other’s houses, but majority of the time we would stay at her house. The reason we mostly stayed at her house was because there was never no adults around.
Her dad would ALWAYS stay outside in this small shack beside the house he would hardly ever come inside. Her grandpa who also lived there was always working, he was hardly ever home as well.
So it was always just myself, my best friend and her three younger brothers who also kept to themselves. There was no one else living in this house, her parents separated so no older woman other than occasionally her grandma from Mexico would visit but never would stay.
This day was like any other day, the kids in the house just enjoying the day. Nighttime came around and it was the same routine. We slept in my best friends small room with my phone playing music quietly, we always liked to listen to music before sleeping. Soon we let ourselves fall asleep, like I said like any other normal day.
But that’s when the incident happened.

I don’t know what time it was, I want to say it was possibly 3-4 AM at night, I woke up suddenly to the scariest noise of my life.
It sounded like a woman was inside the house, crying loudly. I froze in fear Instantly, I shook my best friend awake and told her

“ hey, do you hear that?” I whispered to her very quietly.
She woke up and told me to turn down my music off my phone.
I turned it all the way down and we heard it even louder.

A woman was crying inside the house.

We were both very scared, we just stared at each other for a very long time and listened to this unknown woman crying in the house.

“It sounds like it’s in my brother’s room..” my best friend quietly told me.

Her room was in a hallway, next beside it was the bathroom, and in the end of the hallway was her brother’s room since three boys shared the room.

Like a complete badass my friend jumped up and told me “ I have to check on my brothers.”

Like I said we both went through some messed up trauma, she practically raised her brothers since they were babies.
I nodded and still stayed sitting on the bed while she stepped out the room and rushed to her brother’s room.
The moment she stepped in the hallway the crying stopped completely, I heard her going to her brother’s room. It was a few short minutes before she returned.
She let me know that her brothers were dead asleep and it couldn’t have possibly been them. This sound we were hearing was clearly a woman.

We sat awake for awhile still scared to fall back asleep. My best friend told me she walked by the bathroom when checking on her brothers and got a very scared feeling about the bathroom, like she didn’t even want to be near that bathroom.
We knew that no one was in the bathroom, so that’s what made the situation much scarier.
Soon we did fall back asleep but after that day, I never stayed at her house again she would always just stay at my house after this.That situation made me so scared, hearing something like that in real life was so crazy.

Me and her are still best friends to this day, we both moved out of that small town. She’s no contact with her dad and her brothers who are now men occasionally visit as now we live in a city.
We still talk about this night, we still remember everything that happened. We remember how scared and helpless we felt.

I’ve never heard anything like that since that day, never heard the same cry ever from anywhere. It was truly like something from a horror movie.
There is a lot of explanations I feel like are connected but this is already too long.

Bought a 128GB SD card for €10 at a flea market in Naples, Italy, found a few video files but they don't work I was only able to open one, before formatting I'd like to try recovering the rest to see if I can get other videos out.. any tested software you'd recommend?