Describe a time you had a paranormal experience. Include pictures or drawings if needed.
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I used to live in this 100 year old apartment building. Very little updated renos were done over the decades. There was even evidence of a fire with all the soot that was constantly coming through the doorways. Everything was painted over in white lead, matte paint and the floors were extremely worn, and the ceiling was higher than more modern apartments with long rooms.
The layout was a foyer hall when you enter into the suite with a bathroom across from the front door, the living room on the left, kitchen to the right and a bedroom across the kitchen.
There was always a darkness in every room, especially the living room. We thought it was just because we were on the main floor next to a house. No matter how many lamps we put in the space it just felt so dim and drab. Just to give you a visual. It was located in a sketchy neighbourhood, with at least 2 or 3 drug dealers on every block. Something was always going down either on the street or in the building. But there were good people around, too.
I was living with my bf and our young daughter. It wasn't constant but we noticed strange things happening in our place shortly after we got our place settled. My daughter was always seeing people in the bedroom, and even befriended a lady that was always talking to her. I heard her one day while I was in the living room. I heard my daughter talking and then a much older lady's voice in the mix. When I went to check on her, of course, there was no one else with her. She said she was talking to a lady in the flower skirt.
This wasn't the only spirit there. We had some poltergeist activity. We were all watching TV in the living room. A porcelain mask I had hung next to the bathroom door flew off the wall and landed across the foyer, broken.
Another time we were watching TV, later in the evening. We heard 3 loud knocks on our door but never heard anyone walking down the hall outside before nor after the knocking and we were just feet away from the front door. We checked the peephole. No one was there. I told my boyfriend not to open the door because you'll end up inviting whatever it was inside.
Now, some people try to come up with other explanations for me. However, there was an incident that happened right in front of me that straight up confirmed I wasn't jumping to paranormal conclusions for nothing. One afternoon I was in the kitchen, trying to decide what soup to grab from in the cupboard. There was about 10 cans, some stacked on top. A can from the back of the cupboard, behind the others, flew towards me, just missing my head and landed across the kitchen. I do not have any other explanation other than maybe it was a telekinesis moment that haven't had since I was a teenager.
My daughter was experiencing things the most, and actually seeing these spirits. She saw a man in the window, a man in her bedroom almost every night. 2 children she described as having black hair, all black eyes, pale skin. She drew a picture of them wearing what looked like funeral clothes (black dress jacket and pants with a white shirt). She was only 3 but always had good art skills for her age. She said they were bad kids and this older lady in the flower dress was keeping her safe from these kids.
She said this lady was 67 years old, and said she died in 1964 because someone killed her and she had this gash and blood on her shirt.
Kids do have an imagination, yes, but I was curious about what we were dealing with. I went to the library to dig up recorded events and deaths in the apartment or area. There was a lady who was killed by stabbing near the apartment in 1964 and the lady was in her late 60s.
I also discovered someone was murdered in our suite in the later 90s, not even a decade before we moved in there. Nice. *sarcasm*
We moved. My daughter said she said by to the lady because she wasn't coming with us. We moved into a house without any further incidents of her seeing anyone in her room or anywhere in the house.
I have a few
When I was a baby at my great grandmas, she was rocking me in a rocking chair. The rocking chair flew backwards quickly as if someone had pulled it and knocked both of us on the floor. I don’t remember that because I was too young, but I was told it happened.
My old childhood home was haunted as well, I think by an entire family. We figured it was probably a polio or similar situation, because they weren’t aggressive. You could hear people talking when you were in the shower, you’d hear children giggling, my toys would float in the air, and cabinets would open and shut at night. We had a priest bless the house, but they never left. Everyone who has moved in since leaves very quickly, so I’m assuming the ghosts are still there.
My new house isn’t haunted, but we had a demon in it at one point. I could see a shadowy figure with a hat in the corners of the rooms and behind doors, like he was just watching us. You could feel that something was there, that eerie feeling. During that time, my dad was only able to sleep for around 45 minutes a night. We were able to get rid of it with some sage and he’s slept fine since.
I used to work in a hotel as a waitress. We had a place to hang our coats/jackets etc before our shifts started which was at the end of a long corridor, so when you hung your jacket up, you would have your back to the corridor. Now, the manager of the hotel was a very tall and slender gentleman, and one day when I was hanging up my jacket I saw him out of the corner of my eye coming past me through the corridor.. I also felt the wind of a person walking past me.. so I went to turn around to ask him something.. and nobody was there... this corridor was very long and between the time that he passed and I turned around there was no humanly possible way for him to have walked the entire length of the corridor as it was 1-2 seconds after I thought he'd walked past.
I shrugged it off and went to start my shift.. the hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms were sitting upright at this point but never thought any more of it..
Until a few weeks later. There were a few of us sitting at the bar one evening having some drinks after closing when some of the staff began talking about the ghost that haunts the downstairs area of the hotel who everyone mistakes for the manager. That's when it clicked, that bastard ghost had walked right past me those few weeks before.
I’m not quite sure what really happened that night, but it was pretty creepy for me at the time. Every year near Halloween, my town does a ghost tour and every time, my friends and I volunteer to act as “ghosts” and scare people. The town I live in has a bunch of haunted history, but I didn’t think much of it. It was the first night, and my friend and I were hiding behind a bush. We were on the side of this big house and it is supposedly the most haunted house in my state. There is supposed to be a ghost of a little girl and another one called the lady in white. I was completely aware that there was an actress dressed as the lady in white.
Anyways, when my friend and I were walking towards the bush, I saw the actress go up the stairs of the porch of the house and sit on the steps. She was there the whole time.
We got to the bush and under the porch was a figure, couldn’t see the face… in a white sundress. The actress was wearing a full coverage dress with a jacket on and this lady under the porch was in a summer dress in the middle of fall. I nudge my friend and show it to her and she saw it too but she just thought it was the actress. We go over to look but as we gather up our stuff, the lady is gone.
What really had me freaked out is that nobody would be able to get down under that porch. It was filled with junk.
We go inside another building and another one of my friends comes up to me and asks me if I saw that thing under the porch.
To this day I have no idea what really happened this night. I went up to the actress that night and asked her if she was under the porch but she said she was never under there…
I was riding my bike next to the canal in the dark, no street lights. I blinked and for a few seconds I could see like it was broad daylight, blinked again and it was dark again. Surreal, guessing it was a trick of the brain but it did feel paranormal at the time.
I woke up to see a vaguely human shape standing over my husband and me. (It looked like a person in a full-length cloak with the hood pulled up.) It completely freaked me out, and when I blinked, it was gone. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I decided to go have a cigarette outside to calm my nerves. I had my hand on the backdoor when something at the back of my mind told me not to open it or something bad would happen. Okay, then, I'll go lay on the couch and watch TV. When I walked into the living room, it was just standing there in the middle of the room. I ultimately just went back to bed and after some tossing and turning, finally fell back asleep. I never saw it again. But for all that it freaked me out, I do believe that it was there to protect us; I'm convinced there was something or someone on the property that would've caused harm if I had opened the door.
I was 14 when my Grandmother (87) broke her hip and fell, knocking her head against a wall and fell unconscious. It was school holidays, so I went with my mother to Grandpa's house. By the time we arrived, my Grandma was in intensive care, in a medically induced coma, because of the pain. The doctors didn't have much hope, and my Grandpa told them to not resuscitate as it was her wishes.
The one night, I woke with grandma in my room, and she simply told me it was time to go. I looked at my watch, 03:17. I fell asleep again, thinking I was dreaming.
Woke up the next morning, and my mother was in tears, and I knew it wasn't a dream.
We went to fetch her personal effects and I sneaked a look at her medical charts. The heart monitor recorded her heart stopped at 03:17.
I have posted this in another thread but here goes. Years ago when I was married we lived out in country . My then husband worked night shift so I was home alone with our three small children. One night after kids went to bed I too decided to turn in. Someone or something proceeded to get into bed with me. You know how you can tell your SO had gotten into bed, you feel it. Just...there was no one there. Freaked me out so bad I slept on couch with light on. Same house, I would hear my name being called while home alone. My daughter was terrified of her closet and actually blocked it off with her dresser. She was like 6 at the time and just said there’s something “mean” in my closet. Few of us saw a black mist hovering near ceiling ...footsteps when no one there..list goes on. After my divorce years later I went back there to remove some of my items cause I refused to stay there with my children by myself...anyways once I walked into that house I got hit with such a feeling of dread and doom if you will. Never fled a place so fast in my life
Gonna try to keep this short...
Worked at a place that once was a tractor-trailer repair place that was converted to an electric motor repair and machine shop. There were 10 roll up bay doors, large enough for tractor-trailers to drive through. All were electrical operated and one in particular had a very distinct sound when rolling up and down. It would squeak 3 tones in descending order. Sound was just like someone whistling the tones.. Everyone knew when that one particular door was opening and closing.
Now for the weird part...Late one night, I was working alone, maybe 1 or 2 A.M., waiting on some parts to finish heating in an oven. Only light on in the shop was the 6 high bays over the oven, rest of the shop was dark. Was walking to the front (oven was halfway between front and back) and I heard the noise of THE door operating. Three tones that sound like someone whistling them...only the door wasn't moving, and Im the only (living) soul in the place. After pausing for a moment to be sure I heard what I heard and that the door wasn't moving, and I was actually the only live person there, I picked up the pace and made a detour right on out the door, and sat in my truck until my help arrived.
I used to have night terrors a lot, maybe 3-5 a week for several years, so I don’t know if what I experienced last week was that or a paranormal event. Anyway, here goes. I was having trouble sleeping in the bed because either my back was hurting, Husband was snoring or Brutus Augustus was kicking me, or all of the above. I went to sleep on the couch like I do a lot. I fell asleep with facing the back of the couch and then felt something? someone? run a finger down my neck and back. I jumped awake thinking it was Brutus Augustus licking me to tell me he needed to pee. He and husband were still snoring in the bedroom so I laid awake for 30 minutes freaking out, trying to figure out what the he** happened. I eventually got my courage to go back to bed and felt much better with my family beside me.
This happened a few months ago actually.
I was laying in my bed about to go to sleep, my family was going threw some bad times. I was turned towards my window but turned away and tried to calm my nerves and fall asleep. I then heard a distant laughter coming from outside. It was low and deep and was slightly echoing. Then I heard talking loudly in gibberish but it sounded like it was coming from a great distance away. It soon faded away and I turned to face my window and there was nothing there. I think it was demons.
When I was 16, I was in my boyfriend's room playing Go Fish! or some other card game with him. Something he said made me laugh and as I laughed I saw this tall, dark, male figure walk into the room diagonal to the one we were in. The feeling that came over me was just extreme fear and sadness. I just burst out crying.
Idk if this counts, but at 3 am EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT for YEARS would hear knocking in my room and would go on for minutes at a time
Not me, but my friend. Her dog had died a couple weeks before, and she heard the collar like the dog was running down the stairs, her mom heard it too.
Another story is at my mom’s friend’s farm many people have seen the ghost of a farmer working outside at night.
When I was little and lived in my old house, I had this little doorbell for my room that I got for my birthday. It hung on the wall to the right of my door, and played a little tune whenever it was pressed. It worked fine for a few weeks after it was installed, but then it started going off at random points during the day, and a couple times in the middle of the night, but nobody had ever touched it. It was a cheap plastic toy that probably malfunctioned but keep in mind that I was a small child at the time, and I eventually was so convinced it was a ghost that I had my dad take the batteries out and throw it away. Eerie.
I was a teenager when my grandfather was put into a nursing home for dementia. He had this bad habit of escaping and wandering the roads. They eventually put a ankle bracelet on him that alerts when he's left the front doors, so he'd leave the back way. (This was in the 80's). One afternoon I had just gotten home from school and someone knocked on the door. The exact same time, the phone rang. I got the door, mom the phone. It was my grandpa and he said he wanted to see if I'd go fishing with him. I assumed he'd escaped again, ran to get mom. She was crying. As you can guess, it was the home telling us he'd passed away during his afternoon nap. I ran back to the door and he was gone. I regret not inviting him inside and it still makes me cry to think about it. He just wanted to go fishing.
I have TONS! (Although I'm still on the fence as to what I believe)
So I was moving into a house with a friend. I was going to live in the basement unit, she'd live upstairs with her young child. Another friend (who can see things) was helping me clean and prepare the apartment. She said, "I don't know if I should tell you this, but there's a tall dark man standing in the corner watching us. He doesn't seem threatening, just curious." This freaked me a little bit, not too much.
My friend moved into the main house first, and didn't want to spend the first night alone, so I slept on the couch. All night long there's was banging coming from downstairs. The next day, all the kitchen cupboards were open, when they were previously closed.
I moved in, and called the spirit Joshua. I told him I was going to be living there, and to please not bother me. Nothing strange ever happened when I was in the apartment, but every time I left, when I returned, the cupboard doors would all be open.
I had never told my housemate what my other friend had told me. So one night after hanging out upstairs, I was headed down when her son asked me where I was going. I told him downstairs. He asked why. I told him I lived downstairs. He just looked at me and shook his head and said, "No, the tall man lives downstairs."
A couple weeks later, the owners son stopped by to see if there was any mail. We asked if we could ask him about something. He immediately said, "Is it about the man downstairs? We don't know who he is or why he's there, but he doesn't seem to do anything.
The owners decided to sell the house shortly after that and we had to move out. I've always wanted to ask the people that currently live there if they've experienced anything.
During college (2000), I was living on my own for the first time and had a joined apartment on campus with a roommate who shared a bathroom and kitchen area with me. A few months into school, we both began to smell something horrendous, and knew what it was (we both grew up in small towns in Kansas) - dead something. No one ever forgets the first time they smell something that has died (mouse, roadkill, etc.) especially when its in your home and behind a wall (see country living in Kansas again).
This smell seemed to only get stronger, however, and after a week we notified the building managers expecting to find a dead rodent in our wall (even though we were on the 5th floor). The truth was horrific... our upstairs neighbor (a grad student) who'd I'd only met once had hung himself the week before and nobody had realized it until we said something. Truly a traumatic experience for anyone to go through.
A few days went by, and my roommate and I began to notice strange things happening in our apartment. The shower would turn on and off, and we naturally assumed the other one was in there... until we were both in my living area studying and it happened again. When we opened the door to the bathroom, the shower was still running then turned itself off. When the shower curtain rustled from the inside, we both yelled and slammed the door shut. Then came the alarm clocks - they were constantly speeding up or slowing way down, would not hold consistent time. Next came the stereo's (back in the late 90's when everyone had one) that would play at random times, and the tv would flicker on and off. We decided that our spirit was probably the man upstairs who'd died, and we started cohabitating with him as he didn't seem malicious or purposely trying to scare us, rather just trying to get our attention (that's what we told ourselves to not feel so creeped out).
When the school year ended, my roommate and I went our separate ways, and I ended up moving into my cousin's house on the opposite end of the city (cheaper rent). Our spirit seemed to follow me for a time (radio, tv, and clock continued to act up) but gradually lessened over time, and by the following year had stopped completely. I'll never know if it was that man for sure or not, but we both thought he'd regretted his actions and had just wanted attention or someone to acknowledge him, which we did and tried to greet him as we would an old friend. In the end, I hope it was enough for him to find some peace.
I do have a few other small paranormal incidents that have occurred in my life outside the college situation:
1999: Smelled my grandmother's perfume while driving in my car to work during college - she died when in 1995.
2000: Stayed the night in my grandparent's basement to watch the house for them during a trip while in college - had always creeped me out a bit. Suddenly the fan started shutting on and off, then a bright light lit up the TV on the wall, then it turned on and off the lights in the stairwell as whatever it was made its way upstairs. Hard pass - I flew up the stairs and into my car (still in pajamas) and drove to a friend's house nearby - didn't come back until it was well lit in the morning.
2004: My then husband and I could not find our cordless phone (had been my grandfathers who had recently passed away) - we searched the entire apartment (literally - turned over beds, couches, dug through storage - anything!) for three days. We came home from school (in college) and saw it laying on the spare bedroom bed, standing upright on the covers. Scared the hell out of us.
2008: Saw a transformer blow up in the backyard one night shortly after my divorce, and lost power. Worried about bad storms still in the area, I slept on the couch that night in the living room with my toddler in her playpen, so I'd have access to the rest of the house quickly if needed (basement for tornados, etc.). Sometime in the night (no working clock due to power loss) we both heard clicking on the nearby table and sat up to watch the salt/pepper shakers 'dancing' across the wooden top. Both of us stared in shock but couldn't move as they went back and forth twice then stopped. Moved from that house shortly thereafter.
2012: Was resting in my parent's den at their home after a day at work, and heard a demonic voice scream in my ear, "GET UP!" I shot off the couch and looked around, thinking it was my dad playing a joke... he was across the house. Their house is not creepy, and there has never been a weird vibe in it before, and it hasn't happened since then either.
2018: Was laying in bed going to sleep when I felt the cat jump into the bed with me, knead the covers where she usually does, lay down and start to purr. I reached over to pet her (she likes to snuggle up to my back) ... and there was no cat there. I sat up, and the cat was across the room on her tower, staring at me with wide eyes and her hair raised. I slept on my daughter's lower bunk the rest of the night.
Saw a skeleton carved into a tree at a graveyard the very next day I walked by and the tree had fallen
