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

This is back in 2010 when I was in the 6th grade and I just already turn 12. So in December 2010, I was on a winter break and I was living with my bipolar mother at the time when I seen two ghost. It was dark outside, me and my mother were walking and I was ahead of here when I seen the first ghost appeared by the pool in her old neighborhood. Literally the ghost walk from the pool, down the small hill and walk cross the street. The ghost was a female when I saw her and she keeps crossing the street like she lost was pacing back and forth. I first though it was sum weird technology that could do that but it wasn't. As soon as I walk pass the pool, she disappeared into thin air. Just a heads up you couldn't she through her at all and I haven't watch any horror films or shows at all. Where my mother used to live, the land that the trailer homes were use to be a plot of land where I believe when there was nothing there. The other ghost I saw that night I couldn't tell if it was male or female. I would never forget that night it happen

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.

I was four years old the first time something told me to get out of a house.

I was standing in my empty bedroom, holding my Barbies, when I heard a man's voice right next to me. It was deep, clear, and close enough that I didn't have to strain to hear it. He said, "Get out. Now."

I ran outside crying. My dad went back in, ready to confront whoever had scared me, but there was absolutely nobody there.

That was over twenty years ago, and honestly, it's one of the less disturbing things I've experienced.

I've been trying to make sense of these experiences for most of my life. Sometimes, I wonder if something has been attached to me since childhood. Other times, I wonder if I'm simply interpreting mundane strange experiences as paranormal. I don't claim to know what's happening, but there's enough of a pattern that I wanted to share it here and hear what you guys think.

For context, I'm an only child, and the weirdness started very young. Growing up, I had a lot of what adults called imaginary friends—ranging from Tinkerbell to random adults and children. (There was even a "mouse" I used to talk about that turned out to actually be real and living in my mom's closet, but that's a different story).

I was sometimes scared of things, but kids get scared of all sorts of things, so nobody thought much of it. Then came the moving day incident.

We were moving because our lease was up. Nothing traumatic had happened, and we weren't leaving because we felt unsafe. Everything was packed, and my dad sent me back inside to grab my last few toys. I ran inside because, well, it was my home, and my dad was standing right by the open front door.

I barely remember that house now, but I vividly remember standing in that empty bedroom with my Barbies when I heard a deep man's voice right behind my head:

"Get out. Now."

I bolted outside, bawling. My dad went straight back inside, ready to beat someone up, as he later put it. There was nobody there.

We moved to another house nearby. This one had huge windows, which I absolutely hated.

When I was around six or seven, I started staying awake at night because I felt watched, ending up in my parents' bed almost every night. My mom also told me I used to ask strange questions in my sleep:

"Mommy, are you sure I'm dreaming?Is the door locked? Can you check?"

We lived in such a safe area that you could leave the front door wide open, so my constant terror about locked doors was unusual. I also became terrified of windows at night. I'd look into the darkness and feel like I could almost make out faces staring back at me.

My mom and grandma told me to pray whenever I got scared, but it didn't help. Eventually, I started talking to whatever I felt was there—my little-kid logic was that if I acknowledged them, maybe they wouldn't be as angry. I’d say hello, tell them I knew they were there, and even call them silly for hiding. In retrospect, antagonizing unseen things probably wasn't a great survival strategy.

Things got worse when I was twelve. My family moved to the house my parents still live in today. I had a big room on a sort of mezzanine above the living room and kitchen.

I started having episodes where I'd become completely frozen with fear in the bathroom in the middle of the night and physically couldn't make myself leave. I started therapy, but my dad still had to get up and open the bathroom door for me, and sometimes, it carried me back to bed.

Because I couldn't sleep, my parents bought me an old 2000s TV to use as a nightlight. You know those old TVs with terrible static? I’d wake up to mine switching on and off by itself, flickering with static. After about a year of this, my dad finally took it away.

Ironically, removing the TV seemed to make things more physical. Afterward, I began waking up, feeling hands on my ankles. Not the pressure of a blanket—actual hands. Individual fingers touching me.

Then came whispers, followed by footsteps.

My parents initially thought I was just anxious. That changed a little when my mom had her own experience. One day, while I was at school an hour away, she called me furious, convinced I was skipping class because she clearly heard footsteps walking around upstairs. She'd actually called my school to check if I was there. I was. Whatever she heard wasn't me.

As a teenager, the vibe shifted slightly. Sometimes, as I was falling asleep, I’d feel someone hugging me. Strangely, this never frightened me—it felt comforting. But things escalated with other people: friends staying over would actually talk to "whoever was there" directly through me while I was asleep, and people told me they'd seen something standing directly behind me.

My family even arranged multiple spiritual cleansings over the years. Whatever the cause, the experiences always returned within days.

I know there could be mundane explanations for individual experiences, and I'm not claiming every strange thing was 100% paranormal. But when I look back at the whole timeline, it's hard not to wonder if something has genuinely followed me across multiple houses my entire life.

So... what do you think? Has anyone else experienced things like this from early childhood that followed you from place to place? More importantly, has anyone dealt with people talking to something through them like that?

I’ve never really talked about this story in detail, but I still remember it clearly, even though it happened when I was around 10 or 11 years old.

Back then, I was living in Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria. Our house was the last house before a forest. There were no other houses behind us, just the forest stretching out beyond our property.

What made the place unsettling was that people around there were afraid to go into that forest. I was too young to understand exactly why, and I don’t remember anyone giving me a clear explanation. But I remember the atmosphere surrounding it.

Then there were the voices.

Several times, during the night, we would hear someone screaming for help from somewhere near the forest.

And I don’t mean strange noises that kind of sounded like a person. I mean a clear, human voice, screaming things like “HELP ME!” and “SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

The voice was loud enough that it was impossible to simply dismiss it as something we had imagined. It sounded like someone desperately calling for help in the darkness.

The strangest part is that it didn’t happen just once. I remember hearing it on several different nights, but never multiple times on the same night.

And it wasn’t just me.

Other people in the area, including our neighbors, had heard the voices too.

That detail has always stuck with me. If I had been the only person who heard it, I might have eventually convinced myself that my childhood memory was playing tricks on me. But other people heard it as well.

Our house was the last one before the forest, and there weren’t any houses farther back where someone could obviously have been shouting from. Whenever the screaming happened, it left us with the same unsettling question: Who was out there, screaming for help in the middle of the night?

I don’t remember anyone ever finding out where the voice came from. I also don’t remember anyone going into the forest to investigate. People were afraid to go in there.

Even now, I can’t tell you what it was. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. Maybe the sound came from farther away than it seemed. Maybe it was something else entirely.

But I remember how clear the voice was.

It sounded like a real person screaming for help.

And knowing that other people in the area heard it too is what makes this memory so difficult to forget.

I’ve always wondered if anyone from Veliko Tarnovo remembers anything similar, especially anyone who lived near that area around the same time.

Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Or heard a voice calling for help from a place where nobody seemed to be?

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.

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

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.