My wife is extremely abusive. She is paranoid about anything and everything and responds with rage.

Like her boss going to coffee with a new employee in her team - means they are talking about her and trying to move her project to the new employee

Her boss appreciating a female teammate means it is the start of an affair and the next day the female teammate wearing a tank top is to seduce boss

My sister buying our daughter ice cream is to impress by daughter and eventually take our daughter from us

My mom cooking for a family party in my mom’s house is taking control and to insult my wife

Then she starts behaving psychotic. Like letting her hair loose, suddenly sitting on the floor, banging the floor while hysterically screaming. Then beating her chest and running sideways. Passing graphic murder threats like I will slit your sister’s throat and watch blood splatter all over. I will hold my manager by his throat slam his head into the wall and kill him.

Once after she had an episode while sitting on the wooden floor she kept flailing her body and banging the floor. After she stood up and left, the place she was sitting was extremely cold. It was winter and the heater was on. But the exact spot on the floor was cold. I went to the basement to check if the vents pass under there. No.

Then again the next time she had a similar episode, same thing the spot where she sat was cold. I mean freezing cold as I walked over it. No other spot of the wooden floor in our house felt like that. In fact it was room temperature

Her eyes go crossed and her mouth taking a weird shape and she gets incredibly strong unusual for her when she has an episode. When I say strong, it’s uncharacteristic for a woman of her built to get rock hard in her hands. She’d slap me and bite me and it feels unusually painful. Like I am being hit by a metal rod or a log of wood

She won’t seek psychiatric care. I suspect schizophrenia/BPD/Paranoid Personality disorder with psychosis.

However, there is a part of me that thinks she is possessed. Coz what I see isn’t normal human behavior. And nothing is going on in her life that warrants such behavior.

Any one encountered anything like this?

I had an unusual encounter just about two hours ago. I was laying in my bed, in my room, alone. It was also dark in the room cause it's nighttime and I had no lights on. I suddenly see a person walking along my bed where my feet were directed to. I said out loud 'are you gonna jump scare me'? cause I thought it's my boyfriend that quietly walked home and tried to scare me, but then I turned on a flashlight on my phone and I realized that I was alone. I am pretty deep into the meanings of everything. I basically started talking to myself and thanking it for showing itself. When I asked it to show a sign cause I wasn't sure if what I saw was real, my tiktok was on stop and laying on my bed besides me, but then it played all of a sudden by itself. I talked a while about this and that out loud and layed down to sleep, but then I felt someones presence and couldn't fall asleep. I opened my eyes a few times and closed them, again and again. I see then with the corner of my eye that it happened again, a dark silhouette walked past in the kitchen lol. I don't know if I should be worried about this being bad or good. First, I felt fear for a very short moment, like seconds, then I smiled and kinda felt a relief that I saw something that couldn't be real in others beliefs. I didn't see details, just a dark silhouette. I said out loud and thought in my head that I do not welcome bad energy and only goodwill and peace is appreciated, I asked anything else to leave. I thanked it for appearing in front of me. When I layed down to sleep again after all that, a few minutes passed by and I heard some whispery gibberish that sounded distant and not understandable. If I had to describe it, it sounded like this 'haashahashshaaha' very slowly! I was fully awake, just had my eyes closed in that moment. Anyone had this kind of experience and can tell me a bit more? Please refrain from statements and advices about having to check up medically lol

Hello, I wanted to share a story about a time I had sleep paralysis because it felt like something more.

I want to first explain a couple things so the story makes sense.
1. Our bedroom layout was a bit weird because we had a small room but we wanted to make it seem like we had our own spaces. We had a bunk bed that we put horizontally in the middle of our room touching the wall on one side and on the other side we had our tv mounted to the wall and enough space for only 1 of us to walk through at a time under the tv. I was on the bottom and my sister on the top.
2. Our TV cord malfunctioned so that if you touched it it would turn the Tv off even though the cord was still in the outlet.
3. During this time I would have extremely terrifying nightmares each night. I don’t know why but this happened a lot during my childhood and at this time I was 16 and the only other time I had sleep paralysis was when I was in middle school only once or twice.

Now onto the story, I had a dream, it was very normal at first, kind of like I was awake doing everyday activities. But when it became nighttime, I just had a wave of fear and dread take over me. I tried to leave my home and when I opened the front door, there was a lady standing there. She had a grayish color to her and she was wearing a dress or nightgown with a hat? I couldn’t really tell what was on her head but as soon as I saw her, she busted through the door reaching for me. I took off running towards my younger brother’s room cause it was furthest from the front door. I hid with the lights off behind the door to his bedroom. She came in and once she passed me I ran out, toward my room, and jumped into my bed.

Once I was in my bed, I woke up in real life but I couldn’t move. The TV was on in our room so there was some light but I saw her come into our room, through our bedroom door. Except once she hit the light, she turned into a shadow on the wall( Kind of like the nun in conjuring 2). I could still see her face smiling and her eyes burning into me as she glided slowly along the wall of my bedroom with the TV on it. And she stopped at the foot of my bed.

It became dark in my room. However, I still saw her outline and it looked like her eyes seemed to glow right at the foot of my bed. I tried to scream and I was trying so hard to move but nothing was working. I felt that same dread take over me and I felt like I really needed help.

I started to hear banging and a muttered sound. Then I saw a light and then I was able to move. I had tears running down my face and I had started to hyperventilate. My sister had to calm me down because I could still feel whoever that lady was. She turned the TV back on and told me her point of view.

She told me that she was getting ready to fall asleep so she was about to turn the TV off. When it shut off on its own, she was confused because she didn’t turn it off, we don’t have a timer on our TV and I was in bed so I couldn’t have hit it walking by. Then she heard me whimpering, so she hit the bed and called my name. I was still whimpering so she turned her flashlight on and looked at me, shining her flashlight in my face. She said my eyes were kind of open but not all the way and I was crying. She shook the light in my face, calling my name, until I suddenly looked at her and started hyperventilating. She said once I told her about my dream it freaked her out cause when the lady stood at is where out TV cord would have been.

I’m very confused and terrified at the same time. This was years ago, but it’s always bothered me. I told others in my family but they’ve always said they didn’t want to hear it and to pray about it. Sometimes at night I feel a sudden urge to look at something and shine my light. Whether it’s a super dark corner or a shape in my room I’m not familiar with. Idk the whole thing freaked me out. Please share what you think happened.

Thank you!

I've been working here a week and stuff is already being weird, like the fact when I'm working alone in the kitchen it sounds like people are cooking beside me, the sounds of footsteps above me when no one is upstairs, but I know those could be the machines upstairs being old and clunking and shaking or the next door neighbours echoing through the thin walls.

But I can't explain away what I saw earlier today. I could have sworn I followed behind my manager along a small corridor to the kitchen, there is no where she could have stopped along the way ita barely enough room for 1 person to get through but when I got into the kitchen she wasn't in there, she couldn't have gone past the kitchen upstairs cause the door gets stuck and is soo loud I would have heard her open it and go upstairs, it was so weird especially cause when I looked back on the cafe floor she was at the counter, she couldn't have got there without me seeing her If I followed behind her.

Hello, I keep waking up from nightmares and seeing these balls of different sizes. They have hair like strands as legs coming out. I can tell that it has consciousness because when I wake up it notices me noticing it and then scurries away like a jelly fish with its legs. Does anyone know what these are or have experienced them?

Hola Reddit, les encuentro un poco de lo que ocurre en mi casa, resultado que hace algo tiempo empezaron a pasar cosas en mi casa, comenzaron con ruidos, como si alguien caminara por los pasajeros o como si dejaran caer algo, las cámaras no grababan nada mas allá de los orbes que en ocasiones se veían, lo que realmente puede impactar fue cuando comenzos a ver que una puerta se mueve (la verdad no era la primera vez que pasó algo así, pero la diferencia es la fuerza con la que se mueve) esta puerta se mueve como si intentaran cerrarla pero sin fuerza, al final se registró cerrar con un movimiento fuerte, este movimiento de puerta la presencia junto con mi novio, pero al revisar las cámaras de seguridad noté que los movimientos comenzaron antes, la verdad es que mi nuevo me comentaba que sentía que alguien estaba ahí, pero para mí no tenía sentido porque solo estaban juntos y yo en la casa.

Se han abierto y movido otras puertas en presencia de personas tanto cuando nadie ve.

No hemos visto sombras espectros o cosas así, solo el movimiento de la puerta, un costo con carbono que se cayó.

Él me preguntado y me han dicho que son duendes, pero no estoy segura, es muy curioso todo.

Además en otra habitacion hemos encontrado marcas de manos, pero manos pequeñas, o se ven marcas en el polvo (esa habitacion casi no se abre) entonces se ven marcas de dedos de que muchos objetos pequeños.

Cabe mencionar que la puerta no era empleada por el aire, no había nadie del otro lado que la pudiera mover.

¿ustedes que crean que puede ser? ¿debería tener miedo?

for context me and my mom were at the old Joliet prison in Illinois. around the 21 second mark you can hear a noise next to me that is unexplained. this video was recorded in the east cell block I believe. Looking for what it could’ve been!

Last night I was asleep when I suddenly opened my eyes. As I looked toward my closet, I saw a dark shadow move straight toward me. I was so terrified that I jumped out of bed, fell onto the floor, and screamed. I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I am sure I was awake—it did not feel like a dream.

I've never asked anyone to believe what I'm about to say. I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. I'm only documenting what happened as accurately as I can remember it. I still don't know exactly what I experienced, and I'm still trying to understand it.

January 12, 2023, approximately 3:00 to 5:00 PM

At the time, I was living alone on a mountain in Hoodsport, Washington. I had been clearing a path through the woods to a place where I planned to build an outbuilding. A spring-fed stream runs through that part of the property, and I wanted to redirect some of the water into a low spot to create a small pool in front of it.

While working, I noticed something unusual near the base of a tree I'd previously cut down. There was a hole in the ground, roughly two feet across. Looking into it, I could see what appeared to be a horizontal tunnel disappearing beneath the hillside. I remember thinking it looked like the entrance to a cave, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I dug a shallow ditch and redirected the stream toward the depression about 15 feet away from that opening.

As the water reached the depression, the ground suddenly gave way. A hole opened almost instantly. Water poured into it like a waterfall disappearing underground. A rush of stale, musty air came out, followed by insects flying from inside. Whatever was beneath the ground was much larger than I'd realized. I stood there staring into it.

Something about it immediately made me uneasy. It wasn't that I thought an animal was inside. I didn't hear anything, and I didn't see anything looking back at me. It was simply a feeling I couldn't explain, strong enough that I stopped what I was doing and started filling the opening back in with logs, rocks, and dirt. I didn't want the water disappearing into it anymore.

By the time I finished, it was getting late, so I decided to walk upstream to a place I called my sanctuary. It was one of my favorite places on the property. There were small waterfalls, and I'd been building a natural pool there. Whenever I needed to clear my head, that's where I'd go.

As I stood up from rinsing my hands, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Something black darted between the trees uphill from me. At first, I dismissed it. I figured it could have been almost anything. A trick of my peripheral vision. An animal moving through the brush.

Then I looked forward. I wasn't looking at one thing anymore. Scattered through the trees around me were what I can only describe as translucent humanoid figures. They weren't solid, and they weren't invisible either. The closest comparison I can make is the cloaking effect from the Predator movies, where something bends the light around itself. They had that same shimmering, distorted appearance, except this wasn't a movie. I was standing in the middle of the forest looking at them.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen something like it. The previous winter, while watching a cabin farther down the mountain, I'd seen a similar translucent figure along with a pulsating green orb that I encountered at least four different times. Those encounters had felt calm. That's another story. Whatever I'd experienced then hadn't made me feel threatened. This was different.

I couldn't explain why. Nothing had approached me. Nothing had attacked me. But every instinct I had was telling me something wasn't right. About that time, my dog suddenly became alert. Her ears stood up. Her tail went rigid. Then she took off into the woods, chasing something in the same direction we'd just come from.

My first thought wasn't that she was chasing whatever I was seeing. I assumed she'd picked up the scent of a cougar or a bear. Living out there, that was the logical explanation. I drew my 1911 and watched where she'd disappeared. She ran straight back toward the area where I'd uncovered the cave, and I waited to see if anything would come back out.

Nothing did.

She eventually returned, but the feeling I'd had hadn't gone anywhere. The entire area felt different. It's difficult to explain because there wasn't anything I could point to and say, "That's why." There was no sound, no smell, no obvious danger. It was just an overwhelming sense that I didn't belong there anymore. For the first time since I'd moved onto the property, my sanctuary didn't feel like a sanctuary. I decided it was time to go home.

If you catch yourself wondering why I wasn't completely freaking out about these figures, it's because experiences like this haven't been entirely unfamiliar throughout my life. I hadn't seen anything quite like this except for the previous winter, but the paranormal wasn't new to me. I have multiple stories from this mountain alone. I don't know whether any of them are connected, but explaining all of them here would turn this into a novel.

Shortly before I saw the translucent figures, I had also seen what appeared to be a large woman's head. It was translucent as well, but that's probably another story.

I left my sanctuary and walked back toward the RV. The farther I got from the creek, the more I tried to convince myself there had to be a reasonable explanation for what I'd just seen. I wanted it to be my eyes playing tricks on me. I wanted it to be anything that fit within the way I understood the world. By the time I got home, I still didn't have an answer, but I also wasn't ready to jump to conclusions.

I went inside and settled in for the evening like I normally would. I tried to put everything out of my mind and move on with my night, but I couldn't shake the feeling that had followed me back from the sanctuary. It wasn't panic. It wasn't even fear, exactly. It was simply the feeling that something wasn't right. The kind of feeling you can't explain because nothing around you appears out of place, yet every instinct tells you to pay attention.

Later that evening, I opened the window behind my couch and sat there smoking. It was the only window that wasn't covered. The rest of the RV had already been sealed up for winter, so it was my only view outside.

The first thing I heard was a loud crack from the trees just to the right of that window. It wasn't a small branch. It sounded substantial enough that it immediately caught my attention. I stopped and listened, expecting to hear an animal moving afterward, but everything became quiet again.

A few minutes later, I heard another branch break. Then another. As the night went on, it kept happening. The sounds came every few minutes, sometimes four to six times within ten minutes, and continued for hours. What stood out to me wasn't just that branches were breaking. It was that they were breaking within roughly a fifty-foot radius around my RV.

As the sounds continued, they seemed to be getting closer to the RV. I remember thinking that if whatever was making them was actually moving through the trees, maybe a gunshot would scare it away. I fired a single round into the hillside to the left of the RV, where the branch breaking seemed to be happening at that moment. I listened, expecting the sounds to move away or stop altogether.

They didn't.

If anything changed, I couldn't tell.

Living alone in the mountains, I was used to hearing trees, animals, and all kinds of strange noises. I kept trying to explain it away. Maybe branches were collapsing under their own weight. Maybe deer were moving through the timber. Maybe I was connecting unrelated events because of what had happened earlier that day.

Then I started hearing tapping on the outside of the RV. It sounded like something metallic striking the exterior. The tapping continued on and off throughout the night while branches kept breaking in the woods around me. I sat there listening, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for either one, but nothing I thought of fit what I was hearing.

I didn't have power at the time. Inside the RV, it was completely dark. None of my flashlights were working, and the only view I had outside was through the open window behind my couch.

I decided to try recording it. I grabbed my phone, but instead of recording, it started glitching. It wouldn't function correctly, then it shut itself off. I remember being angry because the one thing I wanted was a recording of what was happening outside, and suddenly my phone wasn't cooperating.

At the time, I didn't think that meant anything. I didn't assume it was connected to what was happening outside. Looking back, I can't say whether it was a coincidence or not. I only know what happened.

I kept looking through that one open window, expecting to finally see a deer, a bear, or anything that would explain what I was hearing. I never saw anything. The branch breaking continued, the tapping continued, and by morning, I was no closer to understanding either one than I had been when they started.

By the following morning, I was exhausted. I hadn't slept, and I was relieved to see daylight. Everything looked normal again. The trees stood where they'd always stood. The creek was still running. Nothing appeared disturbed. In the light of day, the previous night almost felt ridiculous. It's amazing how quickly your mind can begin explaining away something that seemed impossible only a few hours earlier.

I walked the property to see if I could find what had been making all the noise. Throughout the night, I'd heard branches breaking every few minutes. The first crack had come from the trees just to the right of the window where I'd been smoking.

I found broken branches about two inches thick that were still partially attached to the tree and still covered with green needles. They weren't dead branches or little twigs. When I reached the place where I'd heard the first break, I turned and looked back toward the RV. From there, I could see the exact window where I'd been smoking.

As I stood there, I noticed something else. The tree beside the one with the broken branches had what looked like the face of an angry man formed into it. It appeared to have a scar above its left eye. What caught my attention was that it was facing directly toward the same window with a clear line of sight.

I took several pictures of it. When I went back inside, I created an image of the man's face on my laptop and placed it over the photograph of the tree. When I lined up the two images, the features matched. The face I created was perfectly symmetrical, and it still lined up with what I was seeing in the tree. To me, that didn't resemble ordinary pareidolia. Pareidolia usually depends on vague shapes and suggestion. This seemed much more exact.

Outside that window, I had several barrels stacked together. They blocked most of the lower view from inside the RV, but there was a gap near the top, about a foot high, where I could still see into the woods. Standing next to those broken branches, I realized they lined up almost perfectly with that opening. I went back inside and looked through the gap above the barrels. The broken branches were sitting almost exactly in that line of sight.

I don't know whether any of that meant anything. It could have been a coincidence. I only know it stood out enough that I still remember it.

Over the days that followed, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. I wasn't looking for monsters, and I wasn't trying to convince myself that something extraordinary had happened. I simply no longer experienced that mountain the way I always had before. Every unfamiliar sound caught my attention. Every movement in the woods made me stop and look. Most of the time, there was nothing there, but the feeling that something was different never completely went away.

Eventually, I stopped going outside. It wasn't because of the weather. It was because I genuinely believed there was something outside that I didn't understand. I didn't know what I'd seen. I didn't know whether it posed any danger. I didn't know whether bullets would matter if I encountered it again. I wasn't willing to walk back into those woods until I understood more about what I'd experienced.

I spent nearly three weeks inside the RV trying to find anyone describing what I'd witnessed. I searched every combination of words I could think of until I eventually found videos of people describing translucent figures in the woods that looked remarkably similar to what I'd seen. Many of them compared the appearance to the cloaking effect from the Predator movies. Others referred to them as the "Glimmer Man."

That search eventually led me to discussions surrounding Missing 411. I noticed people repeatedly talking about national forests, cave systems, and unexplained disappearances. That caught my attention because I lived alone on a heavily wooded mountain within the Olympic National Forest, and I had just uncovered what appeared to be some kind of underground cave or tunnel system beneath my property.

Whether any of those claims were true, I had no way of knowing. I only knew that parts of what people were describing sounded disturbingly familiar.

While all of this was happening, I left comments beneath several of those YT videos describing what I was experiencing in real time. Those comments are still there today from January 2023. They don't prove what happened, but they do show that I was documenting my experience while it was happening.

Because I wasn't leaving the RV, I eventually had to improvise just to get water. I tied a shoestring to a cup, lowered it out the window, scooped snow from outside, and pulled it back in so my animals and I would have drinking water without stepping outside.

When I finally did step outside again, I saw something that has stayed with me ever since.

There was a circle scratched all the way around the RV. It continued beneath my truck instead of going around it.

There were no tracks anywhere.

From that point on, I started documenting as much as I could. I didn't trust memory alone to preserve the details. Every strange event, every photograph, and every observation became part of the same question I'd been trying to answer since the day the cave collapsed.

The following weeks weren't as active, but strange things continued to happen.

Even after everything had quieted down, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. It became strong enough that I eventually found myself talking out loud into the forest. I wasn't yelling or demanding anything. I was trying to make peace with whatever might have been out there, if anything was out there at all.

One day, I walked back to the sanctuary. Near the water, I noticed a branch shaped like a small tree standing upright in the ground. It had been pushed into the soil deeply enough that it remained standing on its own, almost as though it had been intentionally planted.

That immediately caught my attention because I had recently started planting a garden around the property. My first impression, whether justified or not, was that it felt almost childlike, as though something had seen what I was doing and was imitating it.

I realize how that sounds, and I don't present it as fact. I'm only describing the impression I had at the time.

Before accepting that idea, I tried to find a more ordinary explanation. I looked above the area to see whether a branch could have simply fallen and landed upright. I couldn't find a realistic way that could have happened. There weren't any branches directly overhead, and the location didn't make sense for one to fall there naturally.

I knelt down and pulled the branch out of the ground to see how firmly it was embedded. It took considerably more force than I expected. The soil was rocky and muddy beside the creek. It wasn't the kind of ground where I would expect a branch to bury itself simply by falling.

After examining it, I placed it back exactly where I had found it. I left everything I discovered in place.

As time went on, I started noticing other branches, or pieces of branches, appearing in my garden beds. Individually, none of them proved anything. A branch in a garden isn't extraordinary by itself. What stood out to me was where they appeared. They didn't seem to belong where I found them, and I couldn't come up with a satisfying explanation for how they had gotten there.

I'm not saying some unknown creature placed those branches there. I'm also not saying I can explain them. All I can honestly say is that, at the time, my intuition kept telling me they had been intentionally placed.

I repeatedly tried to come up with ordinary explanations first. I wanted those explanations. I simply couldn't find one that satisfied me.

So my cat passed recently, on May 27. He was my best friend and it was sudden, he was so young and healthy and it was terrible. Anyways, the day after he passed my husband and I were in our bedroom with our second cat, and our third cat was just outside of it walking in circles and meowing constantly. I finally got up to see what was up, and he wanted me to follow him to the other side of the house to just sit and watch him eat some food. So I sat down (their food is in the kitchen) and I look up at the counter and the light on my milk frother is on.

This light only turns on if you plug the device in, turn the device on, or shake the absolutely shit out of it (such as me grabbing it and moving it out of the way to clean under it). This was the first time I’ve ever randomly seen the light turn on in the 3 years I’ve owned it. I took this as a sign from my cat that he was saying hi and that he made it safely to wherever he was going.

Next day, husband I were getting ready to leave the house and just grabbing a few things, and the light went on the milk frother again about 3 times almost back to back.

It stopped for a while, and then we got home late one night and while we were grabbing snacks and getting cozy in the living room, it turned on constantly again.

It’s been silent now for a couple week, but has been active again last night and tonight. I finally left my phone recording to show it turn on with nothing touching it.

I’m convinced it’s my cat, and I don’t think anyone can convince me it’s faulty wiring or the product itself. It brings me joy and comfort.

Also, let me know if there’s a better subreddit for this question: if I ever move, will he be able to find me and still say hi with the frother?

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Hello everyone. I want to share with you something that happened to me a couple of months ago.

It was almost bed time for and I was in my bathroom, brushing my teeth. I was alone in there. My boyfriend was in his office that is on the second floor. My bedroom door was close as well.

I was leaning in so I could brush my teeth without having toothpaste everywhere when suddenly I felt a piece of my hair coming off of my bun and at the exact same time, I felt AND HEARD like if someone was blowing air at home right next to my ear. My hair piece was moving at the time I felt it. I turned around quickly to check if my boyfriend was pranking me but I didnt hear the door open and believe me, it's loud when you open it. But no one was there. The bedroom window was open and the bathroom one too but no air from outside could have done what I felt.

For some reason I didn't get scared, I just thought it was weird and went on with the rest of my evening routine. But to this day, I'm sure something that I can't explain just happened to me. Tho, I'm sure that I wasn't alone.

Another thing happened to me the same week and ill post it into another post.

Thank you all for reading and let me know what you think it could be

Here is some background: My father and his wife have been together since I was a kid, and she has never liked me or my two sisters. A few years ago, she got her own apartment and claimed it was because she was tired of dealing with my siblings, two of whom are her biological children. She also no longer has the apartment.
She is also a cheater, and no matter how many times she has cheated, my dad refuses to leave her. I have not personally witnessed any of it, but I have heard about it from her daughter. My mother actually witnessed her cheating on my father when I was still young. She took a picture of what she saw and showed it to my dad. I have also heard her and my dad arguing at least once. Her entire family also knows that she has cheated on my father time and time again, yet they have never said anything to him. They would just smile in his face and act as if everything was normal.
She also leaves town from time to time, claiming that she is going to visit her “family,” and she is usually gone for at least a few days. Given what I have heard about her, I can’t help but question what she is actually doing when she is away. I know I can’t say for certain what happens during those trips, but when someone has repeatedly broken your trust, it’s hard to believe that they have suddenly changed. Once a cheater, always a cheater—that’s how I feel based on what I’ve heard and everything my family has experienced.
My father has owned his house for at least 22 years, and we have never experienced any paranormal activity until a few months back. My father also pays all of the bills in the house by himself. I should also mention that his wife has brought other men into his house—men who do not contribute financially to the household.
Her grandmother’s ashes have been in our living room ever since she passed away, but none of these strange things started happening until a few months ago, when my sister had to move back into the house.
Ever since then, things in her room have started falling seemingly out of nowhere. For example, her calendar and other items have fallen off her dresser. Specifically, today, while I was sleeping because I’m back home for break, my sister’s purse was knocked off her dresser. Now, there is a box fan on high behind the purse, but I know the fan didn’t knock it over. After the purse fell, I heard her Microplane wobble inside its plastic case. The noise actually woke me up out of my sleep, which is why I’m writing this post right now.
My father has also told me that he watched both of my nephews, on separate occasions, wave at someone standing in the corner of his room.
I have personally witnessed things seemingly fall on their own at least six times, and it only seems to happen in the room where my sister and I are staying.
Please help me. I honestly don’t know what to do. I’ve thought about replacing her grandmother’s ashes with flour or something, but I really don’t want to mess with or provoke any ghosts. At the same time, I will not tolerate being bullied in my father’s house—a house that he bought specifically so that his daughters would always have a stable home.
I don’t know if there is a logical explanation for everything that has been happening, or if there is something paranormal going on. I just know that these things never happened before, and now they seem to be happening repeatedly in the same room where my sister and I are staying. I am genuinely scared and don’t know what the right thing to do is.

I was on the couch nearly asleep when I felt something tap me on my arm. Something hard. Something physical. I opened my eyes expecting to see my pregnant wife, but no one was there. 

I looked around and barely heard a faint sound from the kitchen that I almost missed. That I would have missed had I been asleep.

“Hon?” I yelled out, expecting a response. 

No one said anything. I looked at the screen on my phone. It was midnight. Midnight already, I thought. It was ten last I checked.. 

I must’ve passed out. 

Glowing under the time, a text from my wife: Staying at Rebecca’s for the night, love you.

Rebecca’s her sister. The house felt quiet. Too quiet. I jumped as the heat shot on, that kick felt like something entered me.

I convinced myself that I must be tired, even stressed and it finally caught. Mental fatigue. But as one thought passed to the next, I heard a noise.

Something slowly scrape the floor above me, like a dresser dragging. The noise either came from the nursery, or our bedroom. I couldn’t be sure.

“Hon?” I shouted as loud as I could.

A door upstairs creaked open. The sound came from the nursery, I was sure of it. The chimes on the door clanged. 

“Who’s up there?” I hopped up and made my way upstairs. 

At the top step, I saw a shadow, small, boy-sized outline of a person. I flashed my phone up, the shadow froze. The light on my phone appeared to take a breath, it went off and back on. 

It was as if  someone pressed their hand on the back of my phone and smothered the light with their palm. It happened so fast, between inhaling and exhaling that I didn’t have time to fully understand what was happening.

I still assumed someone was inside the house, either messing with me or someone broke in. The last thing on my mind was something paranormal.

It took a few days to fully appreciate what had happened to me.

The light flicked back on and shone on the closet door upstairs where the figure paused when I caught it with the flash.

I charged upstairs, stomping down on each step, the sound was as loud as a bowling ball wrapped in a blanket bouncing a wood floor. 

At the top, I slapped the light switch. But It didn’t turn on. I used my phone and pointed  it down each end of the hall, illuminating the doorways. Nothing was there.

I pressed my back against the wall and slid down the hall.

“I got a weapon,” I yelled out, warning any intruders.

I stared at the nursery, the door was cracked half-way open. We kept that door closed. All the time. 

Jessica wouldn’t be born until May. This happened early January.

I couldn’t scratch the itch something was staring at me through the darkness. The feeling was so intense my skin began pinching, and itching, like fresh cuts opening and instantly scabbing.

I scratched the back of my neck so hard without noticing that I had skin and traces of blood trapped under my fingernails.

I hammered in the unlock pin on my phone on and dialed my wife. But when I placed it to my ear, it died. 

So did the flashlight. I was thrown into a black, suffocating darkness that had an icy chill. I started to gag, then choked on what felt like I was breathing in water with the same sensation of being trapped under a thick sheet of ice.  

Then, something, I have no idea what, but a black silhouette stepped in front of me. It appeared to clog the darkness in a thick outline before the lights came on. 

I often found it dangerous to encounter witchcraft in unexplored places, or witches trying to harm you on the orders of someone who hates you.

As far as I know, that's my understanding of witchcraft and paranormal phenomena.

Searching for help in foothills NC area for removal of an attachment. Had a couple "encounters" before, one played itself out and was gone for a few years (not sure if this is the same one that has come back or if thes e are new ones), then next one got some not so good assistance to seemingly no positive effect immediately followed by good assistance that after a week or so seemed to make the issue go away for the most part, just had the occasional odd feeling or catch slight movement out of the corner of my eye in a place where there was no feasible explanation of a shadow from tree branch or the like. But it seems to be ramping up again, I'm not scared of it, it is just so freakin annoying it's REALLY wearing on my nerves and making me a grumpy Gus and it makes me so freakin tired all the time. I can physically feel when it attaches or is doing something to me or whatever, I'm sure most who read this far will be like this dude is a looney tune, but I assure you I am a completely sain person and pretty normal maybe even somewhat mundane to some, work a normal job, pay my bills, and spend most nights just chilling watching TV, I'm maybe a bit more sensitive than most like emotionally and metaphysical, I'm getting pretty old now (sorry if you are older and find that statement offensive) but point being I'm not running wide open here, there, and everywhere like in my younger days, so from the outside looking in probably look pretty boring. Have a great family, suffered no major traumas or injuries. This latest bout started about 2 days into a remodel job I started on a really old house, idk if that is related or not, but seems odd that this would all kickoff at that time and no other event I can recall happening at that time. I had been living in my current home for a little over a year, also 100+ year old home that I've been told by the neighbors that at least one person has died in, with no noticeable happenings until said start date of the remodel job. Within 3 days of starting that remodel I started having a vibrating bed on occasion, very subtle but visible vibration, unnoticed before this, no possible mechanical cause, nothing anywhere close to the bedroom that "runs" not in the crawlspace not in the attic, nothing anywhere, I actually thought I was having a muscle spasm or something, though I couldn't discern in what area of my body I was spasming, so pulled back the sheets and was not having any spasms and now I'm sitting up and bed still vibrating so I ask out loud "are you vibrating my bed right now for real" and it immediately stops, but would become a nightly occurrence and most nights I could tell it to "stop shaking the bed" and "goodnight" and would stop usually right away sometimes a min or 2 later. Things have become far more aggravating and there are no more "goodnights" now mostly "F offs" from me. Nowadays when my invisible nemesis attempts to do its thing within a matter of a couple seconds I feel like what I can only describe as like a human Roman candle, weird electrical charge type feeling eminating from my skull, doesn't hurt or anything, but its not pleasant either. There are a host of other effects and several very short term detergents I've discovered, and I am 100% positive if anyone were to see me in the midst of one of my "battles" I have no doubt I would look (or sound if I gave an explanation) completely insane.... to that I say trade places with me PLEASE, I dare you, though i wouldn't let them or would beg them not to cause I wouldn't wish this on my second worse enemy lol, just kidding I don't have enemies that I know of other than possibly this invisible douchebag?!! Anywho, if you read this far thank you and if you can provide any assistance you have my eternal thanks. Blessed be, God Bless, Allah Akbar, or any other appropriate blessing

Taken by a security camera at 2am.

I remember around the time my great grandpa died when I was little (I had no idea what he looked like at the time), I used to see a glowing man walk into my room at night. I saw it for a week every night. Every night I’d lay in bed and this glowing yellow man would walk through the door and would sit by my bed. It wasn’t sleep paralysis because I could still move and I was aware of everything. Sometimes he would just appear from out of no where. He looked a lot like someone from my Mom’s side of the family. A lot like her brother. You could almost see through him ever so slightly and he would light up the entire room. Almost reminded me of an angel. Then he would disappear a few minutes later or walk through a wall or the window. He always said “Everything’s gonna be okay” before he would leave. it scared the shit out of me but it was also oddly comforting. I labeled him in my head as “Sun Man”. It wasn’t until YEARS LATER I saw a picture of a man in my grandmas house that looked just like him. I said “Who is that?” and she told me it’s my grandpas Dad. It scared the shit out of me. As fake as it sounds, I truly believe it was him.

I honestly learned to keep it as a good memory as I believe he was an angel coming to visit me. Wasn’t scary looking at all. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life and still haven’t to this day. Maybe I’m crazy idk?? But I can’t help but shake this weird memory to this day.

This here is a cup I brought at a craft fair. The Artist has a lifelong story he wrote, filled with creatures and lore. In his ceramic cups, he would put his creatures from the story there. I don’t know what the story is, and I havent met him. Ive been told he’s shy, and the seller would handle the craft fairs for him. His other works were REAL creepy, but VERY intriguing. Matter of fact, this cup is VERY intriguing and I cant stop holding it and glaring into it- trying to uncover the meaning or just admiring it.

Idk if this is the right sub- but Im wondering if this cup is cursed. I often feel a little brain foggy when I hold onto it, with some anxiety, and heavy breathing. I could have gotten into my head too much as some superstitious friends keep warning that it’s cursed. I don’t know what the intention was when the artist made this cup.

Please let me know what yall think or help me find the correct sub to post this!

This happened back when i was 13. Me, My Mom, My Sister and Brother decided to go on vacation in Morocco. At first we wanted to rent an apartment for ourselves, but my Grandma who lives there invited us to stay at her 70 year old home.

Me and My siblings hesitated because we heard about the stories that happened in that home, Faint voices, footsteps Ect Ect.

My Mom changed our mind and brushed the stories off, she claimed they were lies to scare us. We told her if we experienced something creepy we would immediatly leave the house and stay at our Aunt's house.

But for now, the vacation has started. We went to the beach nearly daily, we went shopping and bought a lot of souvenirs And we chilled at the house.

One night, we tried to sleep but it was just way too hot (Temps were around 30-40 C°) We decided to sleep on the roof (its not really a roof, its an open roof room at the top of the house) we cleaned the floor first and laid down the matresses and blankets.

My Brother fell asleep first, then My Sister and at last myself. I slept quite well for a couple hours, there was a light breeze and it was quiet. Until the silence was broken by someone calling my name, it was a soft and soothing voice.

I slowly opened my eyes and stood up to walk to the door. I first answered with a "Yes, who is calling my name?" To no reply, then i walked to the stairs and leaned over the railing to look down. What i saw i have never told anyone.

I looked down and saw a girl in a white dress looking back up, her neck was looking so far up it looked inhuman.

Then the girl just turned around and walked away until i could not see her anymore, i decided to shut up and try to get some sleep. But i couldn't, i don't know who that was, and i was starting to believe in the rumours about this home.

Recently, my Grandma told me about a 12 year old girl that had commited suicide by jumping off the roof we were sleeping on.

I was shocked and was 100% sure that the girl i encountered that day was the one who commited suicide.

So for context my younger brother died last June (2025) in a work accident. He has always given signs, but last night was the loudest and clearest sign my husband and I have ever gotten from him.

Last night my husband and I were eating dinner and watching a show. This show we chose at random and never, and I mean never, watched this show before. Anyway, my husband and I have been trying for a baby for over a year now so we’re very kind of pessimistic it’s going to happen. The same day I was with my mom and she kept talking about my other younger brothers child who’s due in September. Sorry just some more context. So I was clearly bummed out more than usual. In the show there were these two younger children who were alternative and I was joking with my husband and said those are our future children. Well… apparently my brother had something to say to that. The children then said they were in a band. One plays bass and the other plays drums. Which my husband plays bass and my deceased brother played drums. That part was mere coincidence. Then the children said the name of their band and it was Seth Thomas, my brothers full name. The judge then joked about how they named their band after the clock… my dad and I used to joke with my brother about that constantly.

Again… I know it sounds weird… but I have never watched this show, heard of this show, or knew about it prior to watching that yesterday. There’s was too many things to make it a coincidence. It was just a loud message from my brother, and I still don’t know how to fully process it. We’ve had smaller signs from my brother, but not this. Last night made my husband fully believe. I just, has anyone else had an experience with a deceased relative with a loud message like I had?

if you see it, you see it. no context needed to this post. why the hell does it have an eye, mouth and nostrils..? im terrified right now