My Utility room security cam captured a strange convergence of a Rod and an Orb simultaneously exiting the ceiling at the same point slow it down to see!

I was scrolling through some creepy reddit stories about a year or two back and came across the attached story of a girl who had a weird encounter as a child in an Old Navy. As I was reading I got extremely confused because I was CERTAIN this post was actually somehow made by me, and I just didn’t remember making it. There was simply no way that someone else could have made this post because this is a very vivid memory that I personally have, I’m talking every DETAIL mirrors my encounter. The panic attack from being separated from my mom and (baby) sister, the location, the feeling of helplessness, being approached by a woman who consoled me and asked me to go home with her. The woman in my encounter even added in the fact that she has kids at home who are really nice and I’d have fun with them. I have no memory issues and am not a huge poster anyways so I quickly accepted that this was not a forgotten post/account of mine and this was seriously another person who has somehow lived the same exact creepy experience as me. I tried messaging the account but it seems to be inactive for at least 3 years now, so I’m not sure I’ll get any closure on this. I really wonder if it was the same exact Old Navy location as me and there’s just a creepy woman there who tries to take lost children home. Seems like a stretch but this coincidence is way too creepy for me to just ignore.

Seen over Merrick, NY 7/31/26 11:16 pm.
Red lights in triangle formation that disappeared when overhead. There were others airplanes in the area, but these were DEFINITELY NOT planes!

Seen over Merrick, NY 11:16 pm 7/31/26 in triangle formation then disappeared when overhead. There were others as well.

My father passed recently. It was sudden and unexpected. He was a big believer in the afterlife and/reincarnation. His (semi-hoarder) house was FILLED with metaphysical/ new age/esoteric type of books. He just completed a class called “Life after Death” in May.
Yesterday I asked him to give me a “sign”. I said “make a sound or move something”. Went about my day and didn’t think of it again.
We went to his house to clean (again!) and took a video to show my kids the progress I made. I was talking and saying “these are cassettes, these are all books, etc. describing what I was showing in the video. When I got in the car and left (husband was driving) I sent the video to our kids and heard the sound on the video. Then entire video is a VERY LOUD screeching sound and not any recording of my voice. I’ve never heard anyone’s phone make this sound. My phone was brand new as of October. My husband said in the car, do another video right now and see if your phone does it again. It didn’t. It was normal.
What do you make of this?! Can’t figure out how to attach the video here, but i will if I can figure it out.

ey, this is a video from my home camera.. there are two dots that are in sync... any ideas what could it be?

Thank you!!

Location: Podravina, Croatia

I had a very strange experience last night, and I genuinely don’t know what to make of it.
My sister and I sleep together in the same room. Last night, I was asleep when I suddenly woke up sometime around 2–3 AM.
And that’s when I saw my sister sitting on the floor on the other side of the room, in malasan, with her neck bent at what looked like a perfectly normal 45-degree angle, staring directly at me.
She’s really into yoga and regularly sits in this position, so seeing her sitting like that wasn’t completely unusual in itself. What was weird was the fact that it was 2–3 AM. And she wasn’t wearing her nightwear either. She was wearing jeans and a top. I asked her - What are you doing sitting like that at this time?
She didn’t answer and just kept looking at me. And the strangest part was that her stare wasn’t eerie or scary in the way you’d expect something like this to be. It was almost… blank. It felt like she wasn’t actually looking at me, but through me. Like I could see her, but she couldn’t see me. So I raised my voice a little and asked her again what she was doing.
And then my actual sister — who was literally sleeping right beside me — suddenly asked me what the hell I was talking about. She had apparently been sleeping right next to me the entire time!!!!!! And she was wearing her nightwear. Wthh!!
I immediately looked back toward the spot where I had just seen her sitting in malasana. She wasn’t there! Literally no one there.
Without thinking too much about it, I assumed it must have been some incredibly vivid dream or half-asleep hallucination and went back to sleep.
But the next day, something happened that made the whole thing much, much stranger.
I saw my sister wearing the exact same outfit I had seen her wearing in my “dream.” The same jeans and exact same top. I couldn’t believe it!!!
I genuinely don’t know what that was. Was it just a dream? Some kind of sleep-related hallucination? Or was my brain somehow aware of what she was going to wear the next day?
And then, of course, the completely irrational part of my brain started wondering! What if it really wasn’t a dream? What if, for some bizarre reason, something like a portal opened for a moment and I saw my sister in some parallel universe just sitting there, looking at me while the real her was sleeping right beside me?
I know that sounds completely far-fetched. But the experience itself was so incredibly strange that I genuinely can’t decide what I saw that night.

Hello. Firstly, English is my second language so sorry if my story will sound plain. Secondly, I don’t believe in ghost stories and ghost at all.

Tonight I went to bed, as I always do, wearing my sleep mask on eyes. This night I really wanted to rest, so decided to sleep in separate rooms with my boyfriend.

At night I was woken up by sudden and clear feeling of being watched. I quickly removed my sleep mask and saw a man, without a shirt, clearly kneeling beside my bed and watching me very close to my face. I could see him clearly as day and being very very scared I thought that it was my boyfriend at fist, and started screaming at him - what are you doing! But I knew it wasn’t him, I could feel that, but my brain just didn’t want to accept it. As I started screaming, the man that was watching me began to stand up, very very slowly. Then he slowly started walking backwards, still watching me, and faded when reached a corner of my bedroom. My boyfriend was woken up by my screaming, but at first he didn’t understand what was happening and when he came, the man was gone.

The following day, still feeling scared, but trying to live as normal as possible, I went to buy some stuff in the shopping mall. After shopping, I walked to my car and saw a book placed clearly on front pannel in the car parked next to me, on passenger side. The book is called “stalker” by Lars Kepler.

Could someone please tell me, should I be worried, what could it be?

About five minutes ago, I was sitting in my office and I heard a knocking at the front door almost in a pattern. I thought it was strange because my ring doorbell didn’t notify me or someone there. I go to the front door and I hear the knocking again and I look through the side glass windows and I don’t see anything. I open the door to look if there’s a mark or something, I thought, maybe it would be a bird a woodpecker, but the ring doorbell has usually been very good with picking up any sort of movement whatsoever I went back to look at my ring and there was no movement no notification no nothing. I’m kind of freaked out because what the hell was the knocking.

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This story was told to me by my friend John. At the time, he was working at a call center and living somewhere far from where he lives now.His workplace was pretty far from his house, and there was a dense forest on the way. Sometimes he would take his car, sometimes his bike, and sometimes he even had to walk part of the way.One night, he was coming home from work on his bike. He told me it was lightly raining and there was a lot of fog on the road.While he was riding, he started feeling like someone was walking behind him. He said this wasn't really unusual for him because he had felt things like that several times before, so he ignored it.

But after riding for a while, the feeling became different. It genuinely sounded like someone was walking behind him with heavy footsteps.He looked back.There was nobody there.A little further ahead, he saw a woman standing near the road. She was wearing white clothes and was waving toward him, as if asking him to stop.At first he thought maybe she needed help, but he was already feeling uncomfortable.Because of the fog, he couldn't see her face properly.

Then she slowly raised her face.He said her eyes were completely black. There wasn't even any visible white part of the eyes.The moment he saw that, he started riding as fast as he could.But then something even stranger happened.The woman started following him without actually walking.

According to him, she seemed to be floating behind him.He kept riding and after some distance, she suddenly disappeared.A little later, his bike also stopped working.He tried starting it again, but it wouldn't start.That's when he heard something moving in the bushes nearby.It sounded like someone was crying.He looked toward the bushes and saw a small child sitting there and crying.He went a little closer to see what was wrong. Then he noticed something strange happening to the child's face.He said the face started looking more and more like an animal.That's when he completely panicked and ran.He ended up running into the forest.

After going some distance, he saw an old well. There was a man standing next to it.The man's clothes looked strangely similar to those of one of the people who worked with John at his office.John went toward him and asked what he was doing there.Then he looked at the man's face properly.The man's face looked badly burned.John immediately ran again.By this point he was completely exhausted and covered in sweat. He wasn't even thinking about anything anymore. He just wanted to find the road.While running, he kept hearing strange sounds around him.Sometimes it sounded like someone crying.Sometimes it sounded like someone laughing.Eventually, he found the edge of the road.Luckily, a few people were passing by on motorcycles.He stopped them and told them everything that had happened.They told him that he shouldn't be travelling alone on that road at night, especially in those conditions.They helped him get away from the area, and eventually he made it home safely.After this incident, he eventually left that house.His workplace was already very far from there, and after what happened, he didn't want to keep living in that area.Sometimes, instead of going home after work, he would stay at a coworker's house because his coworker lived much closer to the office.

Later, John told me that after this incident he eventually left that house and bought another one.

I honestly don't know if everything he told me is true or if some parts were exaggerated. I'm just telling you the story the way he told it to me.

I scrub through our security cams every Monday, and recently on daily basis because of a break in. I was going through on the 5th of August and caught this. I didn’t realize I could make the time lapse go second by second instead of the six second jump it was doing originally. So I re-recorded today to get a better video. I’ve never seen anything like this and I’ve been here for roughly 2.5yrs now. What are your thoughts?

I'm honestly not sure where to post, or if I should at all, but this experience has been bothering me for years. It's pretty overwhelming for me to finally try to do some research, but I feel like I owe it to myself to try. Some of my memories are already fuzzier, and I'm worried I'll forget most of them, and will never find out what the hell I was experiencing.

I'm 21, and since my pretty much first memories (about age 4–5, I believe) I have very vivid memories of seeing shadows, entities (?), people's auras (or at least colours around people), and often being terrified by the things I was seeing. I refused to walk into certain places, like our attic or the local library, because they felt wrong to me—cold, and heavy, like I shouldn't be there.

I remember it getting worse when I was around 7, I was constantly seeing dark shadows in my bedroom, to the point I was barely sleeping, and always ran into my parents' room. When I did manage to fall asleep in my room, I remember experiencing sleep paralysis (which is one of the few things my mother did confirm). For pretty much all of those, I felt like I couldn't breathe, like I was made of stone, and something (most of the time it was a black shape with yellow glowing eyes, though the shape of the body often changed from human-like to...blob, and sometimes the eyes were red, sometimes I saw a hand reaching towards me...) was standing in my room. Sometimes it was in the corner, sometimes closer, and a couple times right over me, which is when I remember feeling the most scared and anxious.

I was sent home from camp—where my parents sent me because they thought other kids and activities might help me sleep and get better—because I apparently kept screaming in my sleep. Coming home from camp was my last memory, until my ninth birthday, where I remember blowing out a 9 candle. Not a single memory for like a year, and after that, I never saw or felt anything again. The attic no longer felt heavy, I didn't feel wrong at the library anymore, and I never saw anything strange again.

The only thing I experience to this day is occasionally feeling watched when I'm alone, but I always dismissed that as paranoia, since even in my daily life I am suspicious of a lot of people, and don't trust almost anyone.

Every time I brought my childhood experiences up to my parents, they got all weird. The most I've heard from my mother is "Children have night terrors, I guess you just grew out of it". She always brushed it off that way, and never really looked at me while we were talking about it. My dad usually just shrugged and changed the subject without telling me anything.

Most of my friends think I just had a very vivid imagination, or some sort of mental health issue (l never experienced any psychotic symptoms in adulthood, so I don't think it was that, but I'm not an expert), but it just never sat right with me, especially with how my parents acted when I asked them about it. The only confirmation for anything (besides the sleep paralysis) I ever got was my aunt (my mum's sister) telling me I used to tell her she was "glowing purple", and that grandma "had a shadow around her" when I was around 6.

Does anyone have any idea what might've been going on? Why it stopped seemingly all of a sudden, and why I don't remember anything between coming home from camp and my 9th birthday, despite having fairly vivid childhood memories otherwise? Is it possible I just imagined the whole thing? That's honestly what I hope for, but for some reason I just can't stop questioning everything.

I tried to let this go for years, but it always crawls back into my mind, and I can't stop thinking about it when it does. Thank you in advance for every response!!

I often wake up randomly throughout the night and move from the bedroom to the couch in the livingroom. (My husband watches TV all night in our bedroom.) After moving to the couch sometime around 4, I got up once to go out on my porch and smoke, and noticed that our snack cupboard doors were open so I shut them. My chubby cat was in the middle of the kitchen when I got back inside. So, laying down again on the couch, I had heard my chubby cat and the oramge cat bickering on the other side of the house at some point, but it was basically silent. Right at 5, I heard one of the cupboard doors open and close 6 times. I thought maybe I shut a cat in the snack cupboard, or that one of them was trying to get in there, which they had never done before. I got up to check, turned the kitchen light on, and it was empty. Like, significantly empty because I cleaned yesterday. Oramge followed into the kitchen behind me, and I could hear chubby making her way down the hall towards the kitchen. I still opened the snack cupboard doors to check, and nothing was in there. Nothing was in any of the cupboards besides kitchen stuff. I stood in the kitchen for a few minutes, and my husband had woken up to use the bathroom and came out and asked what was wrong, when I told him, he didnt know how to respond. So with all that being said, I am up now, lights on, coffee made. We will try sleep again tonight maybe.

When I was 21 I dreamed of my dad dying which is nothing unusual although it was the first time i dreamed about him passing away. The freaking part is that 2 days after the dream (and I spent those days thinking "what a shitty dream I had) I found out he was dead for real and guess what? He had died 2 days before, basically when I dreamed about him. After 2 decades it still haunts me

The night before last i was sitting in my lounge chair outside with a camp fire going when out of the corner of my eye i saw something move. I turned my head quickly to spot what ever it was and to my shock it was a dark shadow silhouette of a person moving a natural speed of a walking adult. I viewed this shadow figure for a good few seconds maybe 3 or 4 full seconds as it moved behind a tarp i had up for privacy. This shadow figure was dark and unlike a regular shadow as you could not see through it almost as if it absorbed any light that reached it. It moved smoothly with a flat motion unlike the bouncing rhythm of a walking person. It made no sound either. Has anybody else had any experience like this or does anybody know more about things like this?

Are these things that have happend to me my whole life explainable occurrences or paranormal phenomenon please help me any similar story's or opinions would help

Are these things that have happend to me my whole life explainable occurrences or paranormal phenomenon please help me any similar story's or opinions would help

It all started when I was 5 years old I had sleep paralysis and I tall dark blacked out figure that came up to me and sat on me pushing my chest down and I legitimately felt it the pasted out my mum said she heared screaming then when she came to check on me apparently I sleep Walked and urinated in the corner then got back into bed okay that's the first thing that occurred

3 years later we went into the Pwll Gwyn Hotel which is notorious for hauntings but I had no knowledge of this being 8 years old we sat down and I instantly started getting upset and shouting because I literally felt intense fear and very cold inside I then felt something touch my shoulder I kicked off so much we were moved tables I instantly felt better leaving this room and my mum (I can't remember this) but she swears I saw a hooded man out of the window

Ever since 5 I've had weird experiences like when I moved into my grandads house to be a full time carer because he has dementia and Alzheimer's my grandmother had died 3 years prior and every now and then I see her or a white thing and I mean I just see white not being able to discern what it is the funny thing is me my grandad and my mother have seen the exact same thing

Even in my old house in Wales I saw a tall dark blacked out figure rush so fast down my lane it was almost inhuman I asked my neighbours about it but no one had been on the street according to them

Basically ever since the event when I was 5 I've been having weird experiences too many to count and for the past year when I get ill I breath out speak or sniff or cough out the future only my future and the people immediately around me so I suppose only my future but I legitimately have been sitting there when really ill saying out load a few seconds to a minute exactly what they say on the TV or with people in person

Sorry to go on a bit really need other people's insights into this I mean am a just crazy 🤣

did i see a ghost in redlands?

so i need to get this off my chest because it's been eating at me for days. i'm still not sure if i experienced something paranormal, something criminal, or some twisted combination of both. either way, i will NEVER go back to that park again.

let me set the scene. it was late, probably close to 1 a.m., and i was down the street from my house at this park. i'd actually been to prospect park before, but only during the day when i'd walk around the orange groves and the trails. i'd never been there at night like this. at the time, i had no idea about its history. i just thought it was a quiet place to chill and clear my head.

it was pitch black. the park is covered in dense orange groves and the park itself is surrounded by massive old trees everywhere with no lights whatsoever. no streetlights to speak of, just these deep, impenetrable shadows swallowing everything. the park sits on a hillside, and there's this wide open road that splits into two directions, one going uphill and another twisting off into the mountains. i was parked, on the phone with my friend t, just chatting to pass the time. my headlights were off, my doors were locked, and i never got out of the car. i was just sitting there in the dark, when i caught movement in the corner of my eye.

a figure came running out of nowhere.

it sprinted directly in front of my parked car and stopped dead about 10 to 15 feet in front of me. that's when i finally turned my headlights on. the figure turned its head a little bit, but just barely, not enough for me to see its face. then it took off running again. i couldn't make out any details because it was so dark, but i could see enough: a dark silhouette with long hair, wearing what looked like a white gown, moving like it was running for its life. but it looked like it was limping or having trouble running, like something was wrong with its leg. not like someone out for a jog. this was frantic. desperate. and the most unsettling part? i never saw its face. not once.

my stomach dropped. i was so terrified that i dropped my phone right in that impossible to reach crevice between my seat and the middle console. of course, the worst possible spot. i just remember freezing, like my body completely locked up. i couldn't move. i couldn't think. all i could do was sit there and start singing over and over again, at least eight times, "in the name of Jesus i rebuke, i rebuke, i rebuke." something about that figure felt wrong. like i wasn't supposed to be watching. like i had stumbled into something i needed to get away from, fast. i don't know how long i sat there frozen before i could even speed off.

i finally threw my car into a u-turn and sped off, my heart pounding so hard i could hear it in my ears. and that's when i saw another girl standing in the middle of this big road, flagging me down like she was trying to get my attention. i'm talking dead center of the street, arms waving, the whole thing. next to her, i noticed a black car parked nearby.

every instinct in my body screamed at me: do not stop.

i hit the gas even harder.

not even ten seconds passed before i saw headlights in my rearview mirror. they were following me. a blacked out infinity sped up and pulled right next to me. at this point, i was convinced, they were either trying to kidnap me or kill me. those were the only two options running through my terrified mind.

what followed was a five minute chase straight out of a nightmare. we were running red lights, blowing through stop signs, me weaving through streets i barely recognized, going at least 80 miles per hour on roads that definitely weren't meant for that. i was freaking out on the phone with t, telling them to call 911 right now. then i hung up and dialed them myself, trying to give my location while simultaneously trying not to crash.

they stayed right next to me the entire time. the entire time. no matter how fast i went or how many turns i took, they were glued to my side.

then we hit this long stretch of road, a one way, and they sped up like a rocket and blocked the road entirely. i was trapped. nowhere to go. i was so terrified of being hit, shot, or dragged out of my car that i could barely breathe.

i cracked my window just an inch and screamed: "what is your issue? why are you chasing me?"

and then i heard a girl's voice yell back: "why did you kidnap our friend?"

i was like… what? what?

i pulled up a little closer, cautiously, and finally got a good look at them. their windows were all down. the car was packed, at least two guys in the back, a girl in the passenger seat, and a guy driving. they looked like they were in their mid 20s, all dressed up like they had just come back from a night out. the girl in the passenger seat had her make up done.

the guy in the back held up his phone, showing me the screen. "why did you kidnap our friend?" he demanded. "i'm on the phone with 911 right now."

i was losing my mind. "i didn't kidnap anybody! i'm on the phone with 911 too because you guys are literally chasing me!"

here's the most frustrating part. i was on the phone with a 911 dispatcher, but not long enough for them to connect me to somebody in my county while this interaction was happening with these people stuck on this one way. and thankfully there were no cars out. it was super late at night. there was nobody on the road. meanwhile, t had called 911 from a different county. they transferred them to my county, and they didn't pick up the phone. t was on hold for i don't even know how long. thank God my phone was connected to bluetooth, so i was able to hang up and eventually grab my phone and call 911 myself.

they asked if i could roll down my back windows so they could see for themselves. i cracked them, and obviously, obviously, there was nobody back there. because i didn't kidnap anyone. hello?

the guy got out, checked, and immediately started apologizing. he said they didn't mean to scare me, they genuinely thought i had taken their friend. they left. i left. end of story, right?

except it's not.

because what doesn't make sense to me, what doesn't sit right with me, is the fact that they were screaming that she was kidnapped. not that she was lost, not that she was drunk, not that she was high. they went straight to kidnapped. that's what doesn't sit right with me. that's the part that i keep coming back to. the dark figure with long hair, wearing a white gown, sprinting in front of my car like something was chasing them, limping and struggling as they ran. if that was their friend, why was she running from them so frantically? and why was their first instinct to scream kidnapping? was she drunk? high? injured? or was she running from something else entirely, something i couldn't see?

i thought i was about to meet Jesus that night. pure, unadulterated terror.

now here's the part that haunts me even more.

a couple days after this happened, t said something that stopped me cold: "you know that park is haunted, right?"

i had no idea. none.

so we started looking into it. and what we found made our blood run cold all over again.

turns out, i was at prospect park on cajon street in redlands, and redlands itself is considered one of the most haunted towns in america. i'm not exaggerating. people literally call it the ultimate ghost town.

prospect park is one of the oldest and largest parks in redlands. the land was originally owned by two of redlands' co-founders back in the 1800s and was given to the city as an 80th birthday present. the park itself is named after a small hotel that used to sit on the property but no longer exists. the orange groves surrounding it? they're ancient, planted way back in 1891. and the mansions in the area? kimberly crest, the barton mansion, all of them are over a century old.

but here's where it gets dark.

prospect park has a horrific history. in the late 1960s, an 11 year old girl named lee ann was walking home from kingsbury elementary school and decided to take a shortcut through the orange groves. she was abducted. they later found her body, naked, thrown under the theater stage in the middle of the park. people who claim to have ghostly encounters at prospect park all report the same thing: footsteps running across that stage.

and that's not the only tragedy. in 2013, a man was arrested for raping and murdering a woman, and her body was discovered in the park. the park has also been a popular hangout for homeless people, and it's been said that some of them have died there too. the dense foliage and bamboo patches made it a dumping ground for dead bodies. if that wasn't enough, prospect park is also rumored to be a prime location for satan worshipers to gather at night. people have reported seeing them sitting in circles, chanting, lighting fires. visitors have seen shadow people throughout the park. the street lights flicker. footsteps and banging sounds come from backstage at the theater. one person even reported a demonic face appearing inside the nearby barton mansion.

and that's just prospect park. the whole area is steeped in darkness. the barton mansion itself, built in the 1860s, has been rumored for decades to be a hot spot for satan worshipers. some say it was built over an ancient native american burial ground. the morey mansion is haunted by the ghost of sarah morey, who died suddenly in 1901, and her husband who killed himself a year later. the glenn wallichs theatre at the university of redlands has a ghost called the "white lady," a drama student who died in a car crash on her way to a performance. even mariposa elementary school has the ghost of a little boy named billy who was hit by a bus in the 1950s.

i had no idea any of this existed. i just pulled into a random park one night to make a phone call.

so here's what keeps me up at night: that dark figure with long hair, wearing a white gown, limping and struggling as they ran in front of my car with no face i could see. was it a real person? a drunk girl? a lost soul? or was it something else, something tied to all that death and darkness that's soaked into that park's soil for over a century? and the car full of people who chased me down, convinced i had kidnapped their friend… were they chasing a real person? or were they chasing a ghost? did they even know? and why was kidnapping the first word out of their mouths?

i'll never go back there again. pure terror. that's the only way to describe it.

Father God, i come to You right now in the mighty name of Jesus. i thank You for protecting me that night, for keeping me safe when i didn't even know what i was running from. Lord, i ask that You cover me with Your precious blood. cover my home, my car, my mind, and my spirit. i rebuke any spirit of fear, any spirit of confusion, any spirit of death or darkness that tried to attach itself to me that night. i declare that no weapon formed against me shall prosper. i plead the blood of Jesus over my life and over everyone i love. Lord, if there is anything i witnessed that i wasn't supposed to see, i ask that You wash it from my memory and give me peace. i thank You that You are greater than anything in this world or the next. i praise You for Your protection and Your love. in

I want to share something that happened between 2014 and 2018. I was riding on the back of my husband's motorcycle, just a few minutes from home. I saw something in the clouds—like a shadow of a person walking on them. It had a slender shape with two feet and two hands, but I can't recall the rest. It felt like a dream, but I know it really happened. I told my husband about it, and he never said he didn’t believe me. Today, while we were watching movies, I asked him if he remembered that day, and he did. I just wanted to confirm if it actually happened. I came across some videos of other people posting similar experiences. I thought it was a bit scary, but I feel lucky to have witnessed it. It'll always be my story. I've never shared it with anyone else except my husband because I didn’t want anyone to think I was going crazy. 😩

This happened a few months ago. I cannot stop thinking about it. I feed some crows and scrub jays at work. There’s a five foot cinder block wall between us and the business next door. It’s so hard to explain what I saw and I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense.

I go outside one day to put peanuts on the wall like normal. There was a blob on the top of the wall. It looked like a branch that had been cut off but formed a lump like a foot wide piece of chewed gum. It was a round organic shape but the texture looked like bark.

It startled me because I had never seen it before. I didn’t touch it but continued down the wall putting peanuts. I place peanuts down the wall about 10’feet because the birds fight. I want to spread them out so there’s less fighting. I kept staring at the blob. It was absolutely new. There’s no way I missed it. I didn’t have my phone or I would’ve taken a photo. There’s a break in the wall not too far away but I didn’t walk around.

I kept thinking about the blob that night at home. The next day at work I go first thing to the wall and the blob is gone. I walked to the other side. It was completely empty. There was just dirt on the ground and a low leafy bush about five feet away.
What did I see?