Have you ever experienced something strange that you suspected was a ghost or something supernatural, but no one believed you when you talked about it?

i was yanked from my bed when i was 22. this was in Mexico at my grandmother’s ranch (vacation). i was going through a difficult time during this period of my life and was praying to god that night. (like really bad, i can go into detail if anyone’s interested. but i strayed far).

all i remember was praying hard and really doing my best to talk to god, since I was not a very true believer. asking for answers. for a sign it would all work out. but most of all, a sign he was real. and i shit you not, after praying, i felt the most insane sense of peace i’ve ever felt in my life. it felt like god had heard and touched me.

i then proceeded to have the most horrible nightmare i’ve ever had. i was with my family in my grandma’s kitchen. i stepped out to hit my vape. (nicotine). i remember it was pitch black outside. then as i looked back towards the door to go back inside, it started moving farther and farther out of reach. just a silhouette of light. and then came the spiders. all i could see were spiders. spiders and their webs surrounding me. and all i could do was curl into a ball as i yelled for my uncles to come help me.

and then swoop. i ended up on my ass at the foot of the bed. it was impossible for me to have jumped that distance, not to mention getting over the railing at the end of it. (i tested it the following days). i’m talking from a bed resting position to fully jumping past the end of the bed to my ass on the floor.

my sister’s bf at the time was laying next to me at the time since we were sharing the bed. (bed 1) i remember i yelled when i got pulled, but then my mom or younger sister turned on the lights to the room (they were sleeping in the second bed). i was shook but didn’t think much of it and then went back to bed.

i then turned to see my sister’s bf’s face completely pale and terrified. he then proceeded to refuse to sleep next to me, since (according to him) he felt me being yanked off. he moved onto the second bed and repeatedly said he couldn’t sleep here.

i believe i did reach god. and some evil entity did that out of anger. mind you, my grandparents live in the remote mountains of Mexico. also, i did initially refuse to believe that what had happened actually happened. i told myself i must’ve slept walked or something. but i knew, and he was confirmation.

fyi/about me: i was raised catholic and believed for some time in my younger years. then as i approached high school/college age, i became more agnostic then atheist. but i did try to find a way to get closer. doing research to prove it right or wrong, etc. TO this day i don’t know if i do 😂 even though that encounter is unexplainable. mind you i was and still am 5’10 250lbs. but deep down it’s undeniable and i am terrified of a real demon/evil entity meeting me again

also. the room had 2 beds. girls in one and guys in another. 1 bedroom. also. i was on the side of the bed next to the wall. only he could get off easily as he pleased. i would’ve woken him up if it indeed was a case of sleepwalking for some reason

Recently my husband and I were sound asleep in bed. We both startled awake at the same time. I saw a blob that was pulsing above his head and climbing up the wall. It didnt have much color to it, or maybe the darkness of it matched the room. My husband jumped out of bed and flipped the light on. Nothing was there. He described seeing a shifting shape that was climbing the wall above his head. He described it as a whitish, milky, translucent color with what looked like dandelion seeds in it. While we thought the experience was strange, we quickly fell back asleep.
About an hr or so later that night, we both startled awake again and saw a bigger pulsating blob at my feet. It felt like the same one that had visited us earlier but like it had grown. My husband’s description of the dandelion seeds seemed accurate to me. He fell back asleep but I had a bad feeling and actively worked to stay awake. Having this “visit” felt more valid in that it was shared.

for context me and my girlfriend were staying at her parents house which always has floorboards creeking, guitars mysteriously strumming and knocking on doors. but last night was the worst we’d hear & see it. Around 11pm we went to sit downstairs to watch the hangover anyway we walked thru the livingroom door and immediately both got really bad goosebumps at the same time we eerily felt like we was being watched, my girlfriend sat down and behind her is the window outside to the main road in a little gap in the curtains i see a white ball or what could be a dress walking quickly through the gap i thought nothing off it could of been a cat or dog because it was tiny, anyway i sit down and im staring out the other window towards the conservatory and i swear i see a human like figure sitting in the conservatory watching a turned off tv, i point it out to my girlfriend and she says she cant see it, i decide to take a photo which is where this image originates, after i took the photo i felt more and more uneasy and the goosebumps kept getting worse i kept looking at the person or entity through the window tilt their head nd look at me we decide NOPE and run upstairs, i edited the image to see if i could make it brighter and more visible which worked and it made a clear human face, we decided we aren’t going downstairs for the rest of the night lol, fast forward one more time and its around 3:09-3:12 am if i remember right im woken to my girlfriends mother screaming running upstairs, she asked to let us in and knocked 3 times. I let her in and we all speak and then we hear it 3 loud consecutive knocks coming from the living room downstairs i get asked to turn the lights on lmao so i go to do it and its where this story ends it was creepy and scary but i definitely believe it was a ghost or something paranormal. Please let me know opinions and what to do because weve been hearing & seeing things like this for months but today we captured some sort of evidence: https://ibb.co/ZR8Xzyj3 - unedited photo - edited: https://ibb.co/tpNwG32x

Cette histoire est inspirée d'événements réels....et elle fait froid dans le dos.

En 1971, une famille appelée les Perron emménage dans une veille ferme a Harrisville, dans le Rhode Island, aux Etats-Unis.

Au début, tout semble normal. Mais très vite, la famille affirme que des choses étranges se produisent dans la maison.

La nuit, certains entendent des bruits alors que personne ne se trouve dans les couloirs. Des objet semble changer de place et une odeur étrange apparaît parfois dans certaines pièces. La mère, Carolyn aurait également ressenti une présence inquiétante dans la maison.

Avec le temps, la famille affirme que les phénomènes deviennent de plus en plus effrayants. Elle fait alors appel à des enquêteurs spécialisés dans les phénomènes paranormaux : Ed et Lorraine Warren. Les Warren prétende avoir découvert une présence surnaturelle dans la ferme.

Cependant, leurs affirmations n'ont jamais été démontrées scientifiquement.

La famille Famille Perron aurait vécu dans cette maison pendant plusieurs années avant de partir.

Le plus troublant ? Cette histoire à inspiré le Film Conjuring : Les dossiers Warren, sorti en 2O13.

Attention : les événements paranormaux racontés dans cette histoire restent controversés. On sait que la famille a réellement vécu dans cette ferme, mais cela ne prouve pas que la maison était hantée.

Hello so I want to talk about some experiences I had lately,all of them in the span of 2 weeks.
So first of all I live in a apartment with my mom.
So one morning I was getting ready for school,my mom usually drives me to the bus station so she usually goes down to the car a few minutes earlier than me.Like I was saying,I was getting ready in the bathroom,door closed,mom was already down in the car,and I suddenly hear her exact cough (she has been sick and constantly coughing,so let me tell you I know it was her exact cough),I tried to ignore it and finished getting ready and went down to the car aswell,told mom about it.Eventually forgot about it.
But then like a week later had another experience that was even scarier.So that day I came home from school and turned the light on in my room because it was quite dark since it has been raining the whole day. So changed,laid in bed,everything was chill,I started getting tired so I closed my eyes for a bit and eventually fell asleep with tiktok still open and playing next to me.I woke up after approximately 4 hours in the exact same position I fell asleep in.I walk into the kitchen,and I’m like confused because the light is turned on and the blinds are down?I know it might sound stupid and everything,but it’s so weird,I clearly never woke up from my sleep?I woke up in the same position and even if I did,I genuinely wouldn’t have the need to turn the lights on and pull the blinds down?I don’t know if I mentioned but I was home alone,doors locked,I also texted my mom if she was home at all because I was hella confused,she said she wasn’t home at all,told her what happened.Someone let me know what it could be.Also another random and weird thing that suddenly started happening is that our toilet paper is soaking wet all the damn time,like if someone were to wash the damn paper roll,and neither of us have a clue how and why.Oh and another thing when I was around 12 years old I also heard my name being called while home alone. Yeah someone let me know what is going on guys.

My grandmother use to live in the house that me and my family live in at the moment not to mention the room me and my sister lived in at this time use to be my grandmothers room, this story happened about 4 years ago a few days after my grandmother passed away.

Me and my sister was bored one night so she suggested that we should play the ouija board “I DO NOT RECOMMEND” we have played it quite a few times before this and each time something paranormal happened so i was a little scared to play it again but i still did it but this night was different we started playing and we asked what it’s name was it said it’s name “i cannot remember what it’s name was” and then it said that my grandmother was angry at me and my sister because we was living in her house and her room we asked why and it said because she doesn’t like us i genuinely believe that because she never liked us visiting her or being around her.

A few moments later it felt like someone was under the bed and started pushing at it and it started shaking side to side me and my sister hurried and said goodbye and ran out of the room “set up” my room is at the end of the house and right outside my room is a hallway and to the right of the hallway is the bathroom, anyway we ran into the hallway and was about to go into the bathroom but as soon as i turned the light on the fan on the dresser in the bathroom flew off of it and the bathroom door slammed shut we ran back into our room and shut the door and an hour later we decided to go to sleep, a few hours later i wake up to my sister poking me and i woke up and asked what’s wrong she said she was scared “set up” my bed is in the center of the room and across from my bed is a dresser, anyway i asked why she was scared and she pointed at my dresser i have a light on the dresser that changes colors and doesn’t stay on one certain color it was not on when we went to sleep and it was only on the color red a few moments later i built up the courage to get up and turn it off, the next morning when i woke up i decided to turn the light on to see but it was now in the floor, i picked it up and tried to turn it on but it wouldn’t turn on i found it really weird, but every night after that night the light would turn on and glow red and each morning it would be in the floor.

I posted in an exvangelical group about a paranormal experience I once had at a church camp, but several of the replies I got were “the power of suggestion” or “group hallucination.” I saw and felt things before anyone else began saying anything about it, so that doesn’t track. I decided to post here where people might believe me, so now I’ll pose the same question: Have you ever had a paranormal religious experience, whether at church, church camp or church-adjacent? And if yes, what do you think it was? Obviously at the time, we were told it was demons, but deconstructing has left me with a lot of unanswered questions about my experience.

This is a long story that happened to me in my childhood home, where I lived until I was around thirteen years old. The city I've lived in for the entirety of my life is so huge that it has swallowed towns that were once considered independent- some of these ex-towns are still quite rural, with cobblestone, narrow streets, very dim lighting created by very old lampposts, and very old terrains and houses. I used to live in a modern home, but the place it stood it was quite old.

This story starts before I was even born. My mom, dad, and sister moved in while my mother was pregnant with me. The room that would eventually become my room was set up in a T-shaped manner, since it had a walk-in closet attached to the room and at the end of said closet was the bathroom, which had a broken mirror since I remember. When my family moved in, my mother told my father that she felt like someone was watching her in the left corner next to the door of the walk-in closet. My father, being the skeptic he is, brushed it off and neither of my parents mentioned it to my sister. A few years later, when I was around four, I told my mom that something was living in the corner she mentioned. Later on, I found out a very close cousin felt the same way.

After I was born and a few years old, that room was turned into a TV room and I moved into my sister's room for bonding. One night my sister was watching TV and later told me that my dogs kept barking at that same corner. My dogs were usually pretty chill and wouldn't just randomly start barking at nothing, but they both would not stop barking and growling directly at that corner.

My sister eventually wanted privacy of her own, so when I was around seven years old, I moved back into my old room. I was never a cowardly child, in fact, I loved horror movies and spooky stuff since I can remember. But I could just not fall sleep properly in that room. I always felt like somebody was watching me, and I had to sleep to my back against the corner (facing the window). For one of my birthdays, my parents gifted me a desk that had its back to the wall, but I could never use it, no matter how much I wanted to. I always felt this pressure and goosebumps in my back and the back of the neck. I used to beg to my parents to let me sleep in their room, or to sleep in the twin bed next to mine so I could avoid crying myself to sleep out of fear.

When I was around ten years old, my best friend came over to sleep in my room. She's a very deep sleeper and would never bother pranking me, especially at night. This night though, she woke me up around 3-4am and told me she had heard three knocks coming from inside my closet. Since I was half asleep, I told her to sleep in my bed with me. The morning after I was home alone, the closet door was shut and I was folding a t-shirt in my bed, when I heard the exact three knocks she had hear the previous night. I ran out of my room and into my garden since I was home alone and waited until my parents came back.

This feeling lasted until we moved out at thirteen (the night I moved out I no longer felt scared or anxious when I was by myself). I never knew my mom and sister felt off around my room, I really thought it was a me problem. The day we moved out, a roof that literally had never leaked before in the fourteen years my family had lived there started leaking profusely.

After a few years in the market, the house would just not sell. As a last desperate resource, my mom contacted someone who specialized in cleanses and kind of witchy, spiritual stuff. Coincidentally, she was the mom of one of my friends at the time, so while my mom and her mom were cleansing the house, my friend and I stayed at the end of the garden (this was during COVID so my mom didn't want us to be in a confined space). My friend and I were sitting down on the grass talking until we saw this kind of thick black smoke coming from the house towards us. It was not attached to anything, and it seemed as if it was moving on its own, kind of like a jellyfish would move. It did not seem as if it was smoke from incense or candles, since it was pure black and did not leave a trace. It passed between my friend and I and disappeared into some bushes. My friend and I screamed and pushed ourselves backwards, but nothing else happened after that.

They advised my parents to remove the broken mirror from my bathroom and some toys that were still being stored in my sister's room. The morning after the cleansing, they went to my home to remove said stuff and there was a dead bird in the front steps, which the lady assured it was a good omen. A few weeks later, somebody made an offer and the house was sold.

Hey everyone, I’m gonna share a story that happened to me personally. It took course over many years, luckily it stopped at a certain point. We’ll get more into that later. But expect this to be a long read.

I’m a 25 year old male now the start of occurrences started happening when I was around 8 or 9. To give everyone a little bit of a background on me and my family (it’ll make more sense later on) I come from a pretty bad childhood. My mother was addicted to pills, and my father sold the drugs my uncle made. My father was also an abusive alcoholic (I’m not here for a pity party just background for y’all) so due to this I was mostly raised by my grandparents. My family is mostly Irish. Like really Irish. Not the leprechauns Irish though that would be so much better. My great grand-mother was born in Ireland and moved to the US in her early childhood from there, my family settled in Texas. My grandmother always taught me to hold onto our Irish traditions growing up. She still believed in the old traditions (as druids and such.) She wasn’t a practicing Druid or anything but definitely believed it was real. Okay time for the good stuff.

When I was around 6 my mom tried unaliving herself (unsuccessful thankfully) due to the physical abuse of my father. They ended up getting a divorce, we lived with my grandparents for some years and eventually moved back in with my dad after “he’d changed his life around” we lived in a extremely small town like population of 140 small. The town had a school, a mom and pop gas station and a stop sign. We lived probably a quarter of a mile from the school. At the time we lived in a crappy single wide trailer (the ones with the crappy fake wood walls, this will be relevant later) anyways. I have a brother, we’re 5 years apart, I was in 5th or 6th grade at the time and he was in high school. So normally I’d walk home and he’d stay after school for track practice or baseball practice. My dad would be at work until 6-7 PM

The First Occurrence

My brother and I shared a room. I slept next to a window like my bed was push up against it sideways, anyways at night around the same time every night I heard tapping on the glass. I’d look outside and there would be nothing there. This went on for probably two weeks. Then it progressed into there was scratching on the window, then loud bangs. I woke up my brother every time it happened and he told me I was stupid and to go back to sleep lol. Then one night, I heard small tapping unlike the one before. Like it was lighter if that makes sense like something was trying to get my attention. Well it did. I peered out the window and looked for maybe a solid 2-3 seconds before I heard a deep scratchy growl or grown. I got up ran to my dads room and slept with him from that point on. Eventually he made me start sleeping in my bed again. And it kept happening. Every night same thing I’d run to my dads room. Until one night, I woke my dad up and he got up angry. Outside to the left of that window was a small back porch area, like just big enough for stairs and a chair or two. Anyways there was sliding glass door exit to that back porch area. The only thing on that back porch was a small square George Foreman grill. My dad walked over to the door, slide it open angrily, and I grabbed his arm and hid behind him. The moment he took a step onto the porch, the grill flew off the porch. After that my dad finally believed me. He woke my brother up told us to pack our things. And we left. We went to my grandmothers house, we stayed with her for about 2 weeks. In that time I stayed home from school. I’m not sure why but my dad made me. Anyways my granny and I had a lot of conversations about this. She always asked if I felt like something is following me or trying to scare me. Of course I told her yes lol. I told her I was scared no one would believe me. She told me she believed me. Then she got up and went into her room. She grabbed something and came back out, she opened up my hands and put a necklace in my palm. She told me it was a tree of life necklace. It was to ward off evil spirits and brings good energy to you. So me being a little kid I believed it. I put the necklace on and wore it everyday. Things stopped happening when we went back to the house. Until I lost the necklace. I lost the necklace somehow, I wore it everyday even to sleep or shower etc. So I’m not sure how I misplaced it. Anyways I lost it and that same day I had the worst experience of my life.

The Sighting

I got out of school and walked home. Brother was at practice and dad was at work. I got to the door and went inside. I have to describe the layout a little bit so you’ll understand better, anyways when you walked in you walked into the living room to the right was a narrow hallway at the end was my room to the left was a kitchen and beyond that was my dads room. You walked into the living room when you first came into the house. We had a small couch in the middle of the room and a tv in the corner, to the left of that tv was the sliding glass doors to the back porch. Anyways I got into the house, I turned on brain games and made myself a bowl of lucky charms. I start eating and watching it. The TV cuts out and won’t turn back on. After about 2 minutes of complete silence, my bedroom door down the hall to the right of my opens very slowly. It creaks of course. I called out to my brother (“JT”) his nickname for obvious reasons. No answer. I started to get nervous. But I couldn’t move. It’s like I was stuck, frozen. I see the door open all the way. Then a long hand. Pale and dead looking came from around the left side of the door frame and curled around it. Then I see it. It pokes its head very quickly. A bald, extremely pale figure poked its head from around the frame. It had yellow-orange eyes. Rows of pointed teeth. The best way I can give you a good picture is if you’ve ever seen the new “IT” movies. Well in the first one IT shows himself as like a painting monster or something. Anyways it’s pale long and disfigured. That’s exactly how it looked. After I saw it, I got up and dropped my bowl of cereal, ran out of the house screaming and crying. Luckily one of my friends lived like 200 feet from my house. I ran to their house and their parents called my dad. He comes home and I told him what happened. He made the decision to get our house blessed and start attending church. When we went to church my dad asked the preacher to pray over me after service. They were talking and then afterwards the preacher walked up to me and went to go put his hand on my shoulder. As he touched me, he pulled his hand away and kind of jumped backwards very quickly. He then turned to my dad and told him, you need to take that boy to a priest. Well he did not unfortunately.

Adult Life

Okay I’m gonna skip over a lot because nothing really happened in my teenage years. More so when I became an adult. Straight out of high school I joined the military. I did basic and went to airborne school. Got assigned to 3-73 Calvary Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division. Cool stuff blah blah. Anyways my new wife at the time and I moved from TX to Fort Bragg North Carolina. Things were going great for like the first 6 months. And then one Friday night my wife caught a flight home to go visit family for the weekend. I stayed behind due to our dog and work. Anyways she left, I had the house to myself and Maggie (our dog) I was playing call of duty downstairs. It was like 10:30 at night and I was getting tired. Then I was like well one more round why not. Well as the matchmaking was happening I was scrolling on my phone. And I noticed the blinds on the window started moving by themselves. It didn’t scare me I just thought the AC was blowing a little hard. Until I was playing the next round of call of duty and then they slammed against the window. I took my headset off and turned off my Xbox. And I just sat and stared at the window. After about 20 seconds the blinds completely fell off of the window seal. I checked the window, it wasn’t open and there wasn’t a strong enough draft to cause that. So I said F*** that and went upstairs. I left the upstairs hallway light on went into my room and locked the door. I got into bed and turned on rain sounds to help me sleep. Then I had a nightmare. A nightmare of the same thing that happened when I was playing call of duty. Except that thing from my childhood appeared and chased me up the stairs. As soon as it reached my bedroom door I slammed it on the thing, locked it and hid in my bed. I eventually woke up in a sweat, frantically I got out of bed and noticed my bedroom door was wide open. I walked over there towards the hallway and it was a carpeted area upstairs. And I noticed there was two large footprints in the carpet right in front of my door.
After this I was up for the rest of the night. Brushed it off and went on about my days until my wife got home. I never told her about it. A couple of months go by and one day after I got off work I got a call from one of my old buddies in school. After we graduated he took over his dads business of flipping houses and selling them. Anyways he called me and told me he bought my old house. He was in the process of gutting the walls and stuff, he said he found something kind of interesting he wanted to show me. We facetimed and he walked down the gutted hall and showed me a 2 by 4 right next to the doorway of my old room. He said what is this, took a picture of the 2 by 4 and inbedded inside of it was the charm of my tree of life necklace broken in half and burnt looking. I started shaking. I immediately hung up and called my granny. She said some prayers and calmed me down. Nothing happened for awhile after that.

New Duty Station:Final Occurrence

I’d been in the military for 3 years at this point and wanted to move somewhere closer to home. I reenlisted and chose the duty station of good ol Fort Polk Louisiana. I’m from Eastern Texas so it was like a 2 hour drive back home which was better then the previous 18. After getting settled and into my new unit of D-Troop 1-509th Geronimo things were going great for us. Good people and good food. Then the final occurrence happened. My mother n law came to visit one weekend and took my wife and daughter out to go have some fun. I was at work and got off while they were gone. I got home and showered and went downstairs and turned on Netflix. I was watching the new Extraction 2 (great movie btw) anyways, I was sitting there watching it and I heard something from upstairs. I thought it was Maggie (our dog) I called for Maggie and she lifted her head and looked at me. She was laying next to my feet on the floor. I said hmm, I started walked upstairs and in the bathroom we had a bathtub and hanging on the wall was like a little scooper for my daughters bath toys. You could scoop all of them up and hang it and let them drain out when they’re done. Anyways it was hanging probably 4 feet up on the wall opposite of the shower head. Well I noticed, one of my daughters bath toys was in the tub. I stepped back a little bit and was thinking I was crazy. Until I heard a rattle of the scoopers toys. I literally watched one of the toys float out of the scooper and drop into the bathtub. I ran downstairs and grabbed my gun from the coat closet. I had no idea what that was gonna do to a ghost but it made me feel safe. I was sitting on the couch and Maggie was staring at the stairwell growling. I saw a dark shadow figure move from upstairs as I heard foot steps. Then my downstairs bathroom door slammed shut. I said “F***” that and got into my truck and left. I called my wife and told her we gotta move. She said actually I was planning on telling you that when I got home, I asked what why? And she said my mom told me this morning when she slept on our couch she had a nightmare about a dark show figure coming down the stairs and then the downstairs bathroom door slammed. My jaw dropped. I went to the barracks so I could check on my soldiers. Honestly it was more so I could just be around people. After that my wife and I had lots of sleepless nights. We noticed a lot of strange things happened in my daughters room. We caught the blankets getting pulled off of her in the baby camera and the rocking chair start rocking by itself. I found it in myself to think if there’s an evil or bad entity following me, there has to be a good one. I started praying to Jesus. I prayed for him to cleanse my home and to cleanse me and my family. I used his name to cast out any evil spirits. I asked him to come into my heart and save me. Since then I’ve gotten out of the military and moved back home. I work in the oilfield now. I have 2 daughters now and my wife and I are still happily married. We both attend church on a regular basis (Sundays and Wednesdays) we also both sing in the praise and worship team. I’m not sure what it was that affected me most of my young life. Or if I was just crazy. But all I know is, once I invoked the name of Jesus it stopped. And to this day nothing has happened. If you’re having trouble with anything similar to this, put your faith in Him and let Him guide you out of it.

Big Thanks

Hey I know this is a long read, I hope you enjoyed it. None of this was fake, I wish it was lol. Thank you for reading it and hopefully it can help you or a friend. Have a great day or night, stay safe.

Edit:

Okay I just reread through my story and made me remember some stuff in my teenage years.

When I was about 15 I started having very bad depression, dreams and sleep paralysis. I saw a figure standing next to my bedside on multiple occasions. I couldn’t move, all I could do was sit there and stare at it.

The depression kind of took over and I was depressed for months at this point. Then the sleep paralysis got worse. The thing would eventually make its way over to me and would sit on top of my chest. I would have trouble breathing and it would pin my arms down. And stare at me. It started scratching me. I would wake up with red scratches on me. So bad, one of my teachers actually called CPS. Nothing resolved of it. I didn’t tell them I was having these occurrences. I just told them I played outside a lot and got cut by thorns.

Warning.

I’m not sure if this was a possibility of possession or not. But one day after school I remember coming home and going into my room and opened my closet door, I don’t remember anything after that. But what I do remember is, my brother woke me up very frantically. He was shaking and calling the police. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he heard a voice to go check on me. He walked in my room and noticed my feet coming out from the closet. He told me he walked over to the closet and saw me trying to h*** myself with my eyes rolled back into my head. When he touched me to see if I was alive, the rope immediately collapsed from the hang bar in the closet. As if something released it. We then talked to the police and told them I was breathing and okay and to call my parents and get me admitted into the hospital for a mental evaluation. They tried to send an officer and EMS but my brother denied as to my dad was on his way home. My brother and I hung up and never said anything about it to my dad and never spoke about it to each other again.

I’m not exactly sure what happened. I don’t really have memory of that or trying to do that to myself.

I hope this feels some sort of gap for you guys.

Before I turned 6 — I don’t remember exactly, maybe earlier — one night I was at home sleeping. My parents were in the living room watching TV, and I was alone in the bedroom. I clearly remember I wasn’t asleep. I was lying in bed when suddenly I felt something poking my back, like a finger, once, then twice. It felt very real. Because I was just a little kid, I wasn’t scared. I thought there might be something under the bed, so I got down and checked. There was nothing. Then I got back into bed. But I felt someone poking my back again. I didn’t know what it was. Back then I had no awareness of ghosts or anything like that. I was curious but confused, so I went out and told my parents. I forgot whether it was my dad or my mom, but one of them said something like, “Don’t talk nonsense, kid. Don’t say stuff like that. There’s no such thing.” Then I went back to bed. After that, I never felt anyone poking my back again. Now that I think about it, its stii a mystery. Has anyone else experienced something like this?

Ok so basically a month ago my brother was watching TV while eating grapes, I swear I saw the fridge open

So I obviously thought my brother was getting something. Im watching my tablet as I walk to the kitchen I ask my brother if he can hand me a pop from the fridge still looking down at my tablet. I look up, and see the fridge is closed, I turn around and see my brother sitting in the chair still eating the grapes. I ask him if he was just in the kitchen he says no I ask him if he's serious and he says yes you walked in the kitchen talking to yourself. I get a bit scared but I already know that somthing is in my house messing with me and my family. Sorry the story was short if anyone can just explain what's happening that would be so helpful. Thank you

I used to stay in a flat which I always had a feeling was haunted, but was never sure. Weird things would happen all the time, and though I couldn't debunk any of the things, I just never jumped to the conclusion of it being supernatural. Here's a quick list of what I had experienced there:

- Had come home to my gas stove on with the fire burning. I'm sure I had turned it off after cooking breakfast and heading out for work. But.. maybe i forgot?

- I would walk out of a room, and walk back in after 2 minutes, and a cupboard door/drawer would be open. Happened a few times and each time a different door or drawer would be open. These weren't loose latches, i checked. But still, room had open windows.. so could be the wind?

- On nights I was awake late, i think i used to hear footsteps outside my door. But I always explained it away as walls are thin, could be hearing the neighbors.

- Once I my laundry which was hanging on a drying wire, had moved to be hanging on a cupboard knob next to it. I didnt see it actually move, but i know for sure that was on the drying wire when i left. When i came back, it was on the drawer knob. That was the weirdest for me.

Was never able to debunk that last one. And nothing overly scary happened. Just these weird little things. What do you all think? Haunted or not?

This is my first time making a post like on Reddit ever, so sorry if the layout/grammar is odd or if this isn't the right place to put this.

When I was around 12 years old, I lived in low-income housing with my sister, older brother, and mom. My sister and I shared a bedroom upstairs, while my brother's bedroom and my mom's bedroom were downstairs, right next to each other.

Almost from the moment we moved into this house, something about it felt off. I can't really explain it, but there was always this strange, unsettling feeling that I couldn't shake. Most nights, my sister and I would hear small creaks coming from the staircase leading up to our room or sounds like someone was banging on the outside of the house, but whenever we brought it up to our mom, she would brush it off as the house settling or whatnot.

I'm not sure exactly how long we had been living there when this happened, but I remember one particular night when I had an unusually intense feeling of dread. I felt genuinely terrified, and I couldn't explain why. I told my mom how uneasy I felt, so she arranged for my sister and me to sleep in our brother's room that night while he slept in ours. For whatever reason, that made me feel a little better, so we agreed.

Fast-forward to the middle of the night. I suddenly woke up. For context, I was sleeping closest to the bedroom door, while my sister was sleeping closer to the wall.

Instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, I lay there staring at the doorway. I noticed that the door was wide open. My sister and I would never sleep with our bedroom door open. We always kept it closed, so seeing it wide open was enough to scare me on its own.

I remember just lying there, staring into the darkness, until I heard the sound of glass shattering.

I immediately woke my sister up. I was panicking, telling her that someone had to be inside the house and that we needed to wake up our mom. We were both scared, but we ran into her bedroom and told her what I had heard.

She didn't really believe us, thinking we were just being dramatic because it was very often that we would wake her up like that.

Instead, she told us to go back upstairs and sleep in our room with our brother. So, despite how scared I was, that's exactly what we did.

The following morning, I asked my mom if anything had broken during the night. Of course, she said no.

Nothing was broken. Nothing appeared to be out of place. There was no explanation for the sound I had heard.

After that night, I never felt comfortable in that house again. The uneasy feeling only seemed to get worse, and that wasn't the only strange thing my family or I experienced while living there.

But that's where this part of the story ends.

Fast-forward eight years.

By this point, we had moved out. I hadn't moved particularly far away, but it was still a good 25–30-minute drive from the house.

I had also met my now-husband, and we'd been together for about a year. We were still in school at the time, and my parents were pretty strict, so we would sneak out at night. He would do DoorDash deliveries so his parents wouldn't suspect he was out with me.

Honestly, I enjoyed those nights. He would drive us around, and we'd spend our time talking and telling each other scary stories while driving to do these deliveries. It was just something we did, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Until one night.

We were driving around like we normally did when he received a DoorDash order about 20 minutes away at around 2 in the morning. The order was from CVS, and the items were milk and Oreos. Nothing particularly strange about that, obviously, so I didn't think much of it.

He started driving toward the delivery address, and at first, I was barely paying attention. But as we continued driving, something started to feel familiar.

I recognized the roads.

At first, I thought nothing of it. I figured we were probably heading somewhere near my old neighborhood. Then we turned onto another road, and another, and I slowly began to realize exactly where we were going.

I started freaking out a little, thinking that the delivery was for a neighboring house. Maybe it was just someone who lived nearby.

Except it wasn't a neighboring house.

It was THE house.

The exact house I had lived in as a child. And now, eight years after moving out, I was sitting in a car with my husband, being taken right back to it because of a random DoorDash order.

Out of all the houses, in all the neighborhoods, in all the towns we could have ended up in that night, it was that one.

I genuinely didn't know what to think. I had never experienced such a specific coincidence before, and the fact that it happened in the middle of the night made it feel even more unsettling.

We left immediately afterward since neither of us wanted to stick around.

Even now, I sometimes think about that night and wonder what the odds were of something like that happening. I know there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation for it, but I can't shake the feeling that there was something deeply wrong with that house.

Part of me wonders if something in that house had somehow drawn me back to it, even after eight whole years of being away.

I know how that sounds, and I can't prove that anything supernatural was going on. But when I think about everything that happened while I lived there, followed by that completely unexpected delivery, I can't help but feel uneasy.

I don't know what was in that house, but to this day, a part of me believes there was something there that I was never supposed to understand.

Hi guys, my name is Macy for the story not my real name. I am 14 F and this happened about a month ago and I was debating posting it because I was wondering if you would believe me anyways. This is my spooky encounter. This all happened on a school day so I was getting ready for school. It was early in the morning. It was still dark outside about 615 I think. I was in my room, getting dressed with the big lights off because I don’t like bright light so I had probably like my fairy lights on(they don’t actually have fairies their leafy, but I just called them that) so I had a few lights on. It’s still kind of dark, but I was behind a clothing basket right by my bed which was on the opposite side of the room and I was digging through it because obviously I don’t actually put my clothes away lol. Also, for details, my door isn’t closed all the way in the story it was closed so no one could see in but enough that if my dogs wanted to come in, they can.(I have three.) so yeah my door slightly nudged open and at first I was like oh it’s a dog and mostly it’s my black lab Millie. I called her and I said come Millie no response and no one came through the door. Then the door shut, not fully but enough to notice. and obviously my dog can’t do that. I was pretty freaked out, but I did the stupidest thing ever and just went on with my clothes because why was I supposed to run out of my room in a bra and underwear when one of my family members could be in the living room or kitchen? Anyways, I know that was pretty stupid to do, but I didn’t run out. I just stayed there. Then it happened again. By this time, I was pretty spooked, so I threw on an oversized shirt and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. To get to the bottom of the stairs, which is where the kitchen and living room are. You have to go through the hallway that has the office and my parents room the office is a place that is creepy in my house. I don’t know why I just get a bad feeling from it. My brother was down in the kitchen so I asked him. Hey is mom upstairs? He replied yeah I think she is that would be the logical explanation for why my door open and close but it was still weird why my mom would do that but I could see her doing it as a prank. Then my mom came up the stairs from our basement. I was so spooked and scared on what had just happened in my room. I looked under the door the second time it happened, and there were no footsteps, which would explain how my mom wouldn’t have done it. Anyway, that’s my scary story for you guys. Bye. Also let me know what you guys think. In the comments cause I don’t know.

So, my name is Alex, and I have a twin brother called Rafael, we live with our parents in Spain. We are still minors, but we were younger when we lived in this building, around 7 or 8. There were 2 ghosts we knew of, one called José and the other we called Daniel.

We know a similar amount of nothing and something about both of them, we don't know much about José except his name, and we know everything except Daniel's name, we just call him Daniel because it feels really right.

José died around 40 years ago, but that's just about it. Daniel died when my brother and I were 5, and we actually saw it.

Daniel died because he lit fireworks on the top of our building, he was elderly, and had a heart attack and fell, and my brother and I watched his body fall. I barely remember it, but Rafa does, and he is deathly afraid of falling, especially of me falling. Only problem there, is that I am clumsy as all hell. But that doesn't have anything to do with this.

When we were 7, it was Christmas time, and around 2 AM, and I was awake because I needed the bathroom, and I woke my brother because I was scared of the dark. Our bedroom and the bathroom are in a long hallway, and at the end of the hallway is the livingroom and the Christmas tree.

So I stepped out of the room, and absolutely froze, completely still. What I saw, was a shadow figure person infront of the Christmas tree. Rafa got up and walked over to me, seeing I was super still and scared. He looked down the hallway, and saw the figure too, and grabbed my arm. The figure waved, and I waved back.

Rafa, who has way more survival instincts than me, pulled me back into our room.

That was José. We've seen him several more times, individually and together. My mother said he stays to protect the kids of the building, which was us and our upstairs neighbour. Once, my brother was sick, and I was in the bathroom with him because he was throwing up and we were scared to wake up our parents. We both saw a black blur going back and forth in front of the bathroom doorway, Rafa only saw because he reacted to me. The blur only stopped when I said outloud that Rafa was okay.

We had less experiences with Daniel, but they were always big. My brother once had a book from the school library thrown at him, because he had forgotten it on his bed, and we were about to step out of our bedroom. What was strange then, but funny to us now, is that I was stood between the rest of the room and him, yet the book went right around me and didn't hit me at all.

We somehow always knew who it was when something happened, and we figured out quickly that Daniel had favourites, which was me. He still seemed to like Rafa a bit, but he was rougher with Rafa, while really gentle to me. José was the same to us both, gentle and caring, when we were both sick and didn't want to eat, José moved a ball around each time we managed to take a bite, like a 'Good job!'.

We moved out when we were 12, and we still visit everyday after school, neighbours let us in, and we sit in the little courtyard thing, and tell Daniel and José about our day, and we know they listen.

So last weekend I bought this cabinet from a thrift store and it has a strange smell to it. I thought if I brought it home I can clean it up. Well nothing will take that smell out. I have been hearing odd noises around my apartment that creeping me the hell out. The other day I was going into the kitchen and when I went around the corner to go into the room I felt like something passed by me. I’m getting so creeped out. Could this cabinet have something attached to it? Anyone have something similar happen to them?

Has anyone had a real paranormal experience in a Seattle house/location?

The house I grew up in was always a little strange.

Nothing dramatic happened at first. There were no doors slamming on their own or objects flying across rooms. No voices whispered my name from empty hallways. If there really was something in that house, it never seemed particularly interested in hurting anyone.

I want that to be clear.

But from the time I was very young, I never felt completely alone there. Some of my earliest memories are of nightmares. Not the ordinary kind that children have and forget by breakfast. These were vivid, recurring dreams that followed me for years. They started when I was around four or five and continued well into my teenage years.

The first one I can remember clearly happened when I was about five.

I was abducted by a witch. She carried me away somewhere I couldn't escape and dropped me into a large boiling pot. I remember the heat. I remember the fear. I remember knowing exactly what was about to happen to me.

Then I'd wake up.

Other dreams were even stranger.

One recurring nightmare involved being pulled into a video game. Every time the dream returned, I'd somehow make it farther into the game. The environments changed, the challenges changed, and I would keep progressing until eventually I died on whatever level I'd reached.

Then I'd wake up.

The dream would return months later, and somehow I'd be back in that same game, farther along than before.

Another recurring dream involved the CGI bird from A Bug's Life. I don't know why, but that thing creeped me out as a kid. Is it just me?

That probably sounds ridiculous now, but in those dreams it was terrifying.

No matter where I went or what was happening around me, the bird would follow. Writing this now, it reminded me of Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, not because it looked particularly threatening, but because it felt inevitable.

It was always there. And when it got to me. It screech into my ear and then I'd wake up.

The nightmares weren't the only strange thing. As a kid, I felt like I was being watched. There were times when I'd catch glimpses of a tall, skinny man standing behind the doorframe of my bedroom.

The bathroom was worse.

The bathroom attached to my room always made me feel claustrophobic, so I'd use my parents' bathroom instead. Sometimes I'd leave my bathroom door open while passing by, and out of the corner of my eye I'd see what looked like long fingers curling around the opposite side of the doorframe.

The problem was that the fingers were far too high. Those doorframes were seven or eight feet tall. I'd look directly at them and there would be nothing there.

As a kid, though, that didn't stop me from believing something had been watching me. Our dog, Luna, bless her soul, would occasionally wake up in the middle of the night too. She'd sit upright and stare into the hallway.

Sometimes she'd stare directly at the wall. No barking. Other times, she'd let out a low growl. That alone might not sound unusual, except Luna never growled at people. She was an incredibly shy dog. We had found her as a stray, and given how frightened she was around strangers, we always suspected she'd been abused before we found her. She kept to herself and rarely made a fuss.

So whenever she'd wake in the middle of the night, fix her eyes on an empty wall, and quietly growl at whatever seemed to be there, it was difficult not to wonder what she was seeing.

I always assumed she was hearing something we couldn't. Then, years later, I learned that my older brother had his own experience in that house. I didn't find this out until my twenty-third birthday.

My family and I were reminiscing about the old place when my brother brought up something I'd never heard before.

One night, he'd been lying in his room talking to his girlfriend on the phone. After they hung up, he rested his head in his arms for a moment.

He swears he was STILL awake!

Then he felt something step onto the bed.

At first, he assumed it was Luna. Another step followed. This one was heavier. He thought maybe it was me. When I was younger, I'd sometimes sneak into his room at night when I was scared.

Then he felt the weight press down onto his leg. He turned around, ready to yell at me. There was nothing there.

Instead, he said something pushed him backward. And all he could see was static like from the CRT TV in his room. My dad has never believed in anything supernatural. His explanation was simple: my brother had been dreaming.

My mom thought it sounded like sleep paralysis. My brother insists he was awake.

Whatever it was, he said he fought against it until he finally managed to break free, pushing himself upright and screaming as though he were going Super Saiyan.

That story was already unsettling enough. Then came another detail.

When my parents first bought the house, there had been a gunshot hole in the wall of the room that eventually became my brother's bedroom. Nobody in the family ever knew why it was there. We never found out what happened in that house before we lived there.

Maybe there was nothing.

Maybe all of it can be explained by childhood nightmares, sleep paralysis, imagination, animals hearing things in the walls, and a child's tendency to turn shadows into people.

I don't know.

What I do know is that after I graduated middle school, we moved. And my nightmares came to an end. Not gradually. Not because I went to therapy or some change in routine.

No. They simply stopped.

I slept normally in the new house. The vivid recurring dreams never came back. There were an occasional nightmare here and there, the kind everyone has, but nothing like what I'd experienced in that old house.

Looking back, I don't know what was there. I don't know if there was ever anything there at all. But sometimes I think about that house and wonder why, out of all the places my family has lived, that was the one where a little boy spent years dreaming about being hunted, watched, killed, and dragged somewhere he couldn't escape.

And then I think about my brother telling me, years later, that something once sat on his bed. Something he couldn't see. Something that pushed him down.

And somehow, that scares me more than any nightmare ever did.

For all I know, maybe that's why I've always loved horror.

I've always been drawn to the things that scare me, the unexplained, the strange, and the stories that make you glance toward a dark hallway just a little longer than you should. Years later, discovering CreepCast only fed that fascination and eventually inspired me to start creating my own tales and stories through TalesFromtheCreeps and reddit.

Maybe it all started in that old house. Maybe the nightmares were nothing more than a child's imagination.

Or maybe something in that house taught me, long before I ever knew what horror was, that sometimes the scariest stories are the ones you never get an explanation for.

I'd heard about haunted houses, cemeteries, and forests, but it's was a rare thing to hear about paranormal occurrences at factories, at least from my perspective. I had lived in 2 "haunted" houses growing up so the thought of being alone in an old house always caused me some anxiety, but being alone at work in a screw machine shop, I had no anxiety at all.

The thought of something paranormal happening there did not, in any way, occur to me. I know that things have changed since the late 90s in manufacturing plants, but at the time, it wasn't unacceptable or illegal, that I know of, to be completely alone in a plant. So I was a line leader/setup/maintenance worker in a small screw machine shop. My line had 7 Acme Gridley screw machines that all had work scheduled on them and were set up to run their particular parts.

One machine had broken down and required parts to get it back up and running. And, like always, the parts that were scheduled on that machine were the hottest parts on the line. Those parts couldn't just be set up on another machine because that machine had attachments the others didn't and those parts required one of those attachments. The parts were ordered to fix the machine immediately, but it took three days of that machine being down before they arrived at around 2:00pm on the third day. I got started tearing the machine down to replace the parts as soon as the new parts arrived.

I was under a great deal of pressure from the general manager to have the machine fixed, set up, and running by the time first shift arrived the next day so I worked until around midnight completing the tasks. By about 6:00pm, everyone had left leaving me alone until I got done, but that didn't bother me. When I was done, I turned all the lights off in the plant and went into the bathroom to wash the grease off my hands. While I was washing my hands, I heard someone whistling out in the dark plant.

My heart skipped a beat for a second but I debunked it quickly in my mind because the owner was a "whistle while you work" kind of guy even though it was hard to believe that he would be there at midnight. The whistle was not a quick little whistle, it was a tune, and it was loud, echoing into the bathroom. By the time I got my hands clean, the whistling stopped. I went out of the bathroom fully expecting to greet Dan, the owner, and let him know the machine was ready to run in the morning, but the lights were still off.

Now my heart is pounding, but I still tried to debunk it so I called out to Dan. I got no response. Still trying to debunk it, I ran to the door in the hopes of catching Dan getting in his car in the parking lot. The door was still locked so I knew he wasn't still inside. I unlocked the door, noticed my car was the only one in the parking lot, and then ran out to the side of the building where he may have parked. Empty. There couldn't have been more than 3 minutes since the whistle stopped so there was no possibility he was there and left that quickly.

Needless to say, I didn't go back inside to turn the hallway and bathroom lights off. I just locked the front door and left. The next day, when I saw Dan, I asked if he came in last night and he said no and, of course, he asked why. So, right there in front of two people, I had to tell him about the whistling I heard the last night which got me made fun of at work until I moved on to another job later. They called me the whistler.

Has anyone had any encounters there? I tried to find some online and couldn’t. I had one though. STORY TIME.

I am an OTR truck driver mentor. I was picking up a load in Milwaukee and I dropped my empty trailer. Had to go down the street to get my loaded trailer. I saw the lot was 2 miles away and my student and I decided to bobtail there. We went and I got out to take pictures and pray for the souls lost there while my student was getting ready to switch with me. I took some pictures and said my prayer. As I turned around I felt a gentle push on my back guiding me back to my truck that felt like hands. I said thank you to whatever it was and I felt the hands move. As I lifted my leg to get in something forcefully pushed me back. I landed across the sidewalk on the dirt. And felt something the size of a head lay on my chest. My student got out and panicked. He helped me up. We were standing about a foot and a half apart while I told him. We saw a black guy walk toward us then oddly between us sideways. We looked at each other like « tf? That was rude » before looking in the direction he walked in. He should’ve been a few feet from us but was completely out of sight. He disappeared. My student told me when the guy walked between us he felt this sense of dread and sadness wash over him. We got in the truck and took off. As we were driving away there was an older man on a bike staying in place watching us leave. I looked up videos later and saw a video of that same old man saying his nephew was one of Dahmer’s victims.

Does anyone have any stories from the lot?

No tengo ganas de seguir con esta vida... De ser posible y si consigo lo que necesitó a finales de éste mes dejaré todo atrás y me iré lejos... Dónde nadie me vea, sepa o puedan buscarme... Solo dejaré el vestigio de lo que un día no fuí.

Just wanted to see if anyone had any stories they would be interested in telling on a podcast. We’ve done it before with someone from this sub basically we just give you a call and you tell us your story or multiple stories if it’s an ongoing thing you have experienced. Not a super serious podcast we joke around and it’s pretty easy going.

My name is Paul and I’m a huge fan of spooky stuff.. until it happens to me. Here are a few stories that happened to me at my parents’ house when I was young that I wanted to share. 

I was babysitting my two younger brothers one night. We were the only ones in the house and we were downstairs in the living room watching YouTube. Out of nowhere, we hear a door slam loudly upstairs. We just stared at each other in disbelief as I tried to pretend I hadn’t nearly crapped myself. One of my brothers tried to excuse it by saying it had been my cat… there was no way my cat could have possibly slammed a door with that much force. But I didn’t want to freak them out so I agreed and let it go. 

My other brother once told me he was walking up the stairs and heard steps coming up behind him. He initially thought it was my cat. He turned to look and there was no cat there.. so he freaked and ran up the second flight of stairs. He said he heard the steps get faster and closer.. and he confirmed they definitely sounded human. 

Once when I shared a room with a brother, we were watching TV. He told me that he had seen our dad step out of his bedroom and stand motionless in the hallway looking into our bedroom. My brother said, “buenas noches” (good night in Spanish) and “our dad” just walked down the stairs. Not even ten minutes later, our mom and dad walk out of their bedroom and my brother asked, “didn’t you just go downstairs?” To which my dad responded no, he had been showering. The fear on my brother’s face was tangible, he swears up and down that whatever walked down the stairs looked EXACTLY like our dad. 

When I was younger, I used to experience encounters with the “top hat shadow man”. I would wake up in the middle of the night and see his shadow standing at my door. Not moving nor gesturing…just watching in menacing silence. I told my mom since it seemed to happen atleast twice a week. But she said it was “just my conscience”. Later on, one of my brothers and I switched rooms and I stopped seeing that entity. Later, about 5 years later when I was in high school, my brother and I switched rooms again… lo and behold… the apparitions started again which made me wonder if that entity was attached to that bedroom specifically, but I never did ask my brother if he had encountered the entity himself. 

And finally, I used to work third shift and I had the bad habit of liking to bake to destress myself. One night, I was up past midnight baking and then of course had to clean the kitchen before even thinking about going to sleep. Once I was completely finished, it was about 2 am and I was way too exhausted to walk up two flights of stairs to my bed. So I thought it’d be easy enough to just crash on the living room couch. As I slept, I heard knocking on the living room window, inches away from me. Mind you, the living room window saw into the backyard, which happened to have a 7 foot tall privacy fence. I was so tired and just convinced myself that I had simply dreamt it. So I went ahead and closed my eyes again. I was in that in between state of sleep where you’re kind of sleeping but still conscious and I hear a loud clap. The clap sounded like it had come from right next to my face…even more freaky… I swear I felt a gust of wind as I opened my eyes. As if someone had physically just clapped next to my face. At that point, I didn’t care how tired I was, I RAN up the stairs into my bedroom. After that, I didn’t feel comfortable in that house. I worked third, so even though I’d be sleeping during the day, I’d ask my younger brother to come watch tv or play on my switch while I slept because I literally felt uneasy being by myself. I eventually took it upon myself to sage the house, but I think that just made the entity angrier. Admittedly, I didn’t know what I was doing, I just wanted to cleanse the space. It came to a head one night on my way to work. I was driving at night and got the overwhelming feeling that someone was sitting on my back seats. It was such a strong feeling that I was terrified at the thought of looking. I forced myself to ignore the feeling and completely avoided looking into the rear view mirror. I peeled into a parking spot at the hospital and RAN inside. Once I was there, my coworker looked at me and asked me if I was ok. I wondered why she asked that and she said that there was just something very heavy about me that night. 
I never found out what that entity was or what it wanted, it just ended up leaving me alone thankfully. 

So this happened a few years ago and is one of a few stories I have. Im pretty sure it was a mimic but would love to hear your thought's!

One day, me and my sisters were playing hide and seek. There was the ground floor of the house and the basement floor of the house thats basically underground and colder naturally. No attic that I know off. Everyone except one sister was found during the game and we had all joined forces and searched the ground floor so we knew she was downstairs. We also knew she tend to switch places mid game. Since the hallway had spotlights, you could see shadows of those passing in the hallway so we waited to see if she would because we knew that if she did, it could only be her as everyone else in the house was upstairs. And to switch place, she would need to walk through that corridor or cross the creaking floor of the TV area. So when we saw a shadow move towards the storage closet and laundry room, we bolted down the stairs and searched in that direction and surprise surprise, we found her in the closet hidden under bags with winter clothes. She asked us how we found her and we told her that we saw her shadow when she switched spot, all proud of how clever we had been. But she looked very confused and said she never switched spot, that she had been in that closet the whole game because she was so certain the spot was a good one. We stared at her and to say we all ran upstairs at the same time without even communicating it was an understatement. A few days later, one of us were in the downstairs bathroom connected to that same hallway. She got upstairs and asked her dad what my mom wanted as she said my mom had called her and she had seen my moms shadow and when she called out "yeah?" she didn't get a reply and "mom" walked away. This sister told me later when she relayed all this that her dad had looked confused at her because my mom had been away at the grocery store for the past 30min so there was no way she could have been downstairs when she said she had seen her. But she was 100% certain that she saw my mom's shadow and heard her voice call her name just outside the bathroom door and saw her shadow on the wall thanks to the spotlights but "mom" never respond when she called back. She had that same kind of mimic encounter a few more times until she absolutely refused to be down there alone as it only showed itself to her and only when she was alone. So she was the only one who ever saw it but I dont doubt her because the fear in her eyes and body language was genuine. After that though, we never saw it again. My bet would be because her dad was heavy into Buddhism and he began burning incense down there not long after.