I’ll start first.

So, i live in italy, northern Italy. We have many legends here, all primarily related to nature rather than the paranormal. But there's one in particular that made me shiver as a child: the one about gnomes. Gnomes are supposedly mischievous little creatures that live in the woods or in people's homes. I remember my church taking us into the woods and talking about them. Even at school, the janitor carved gnomes that were in the printer, telling us, "They're the ones who make it work." My mom always told me that if something goes missing in your house, a gnome has probably hidden it and is playing with you, waiting for you to despair in search of it so he can laugh at you and help you find it soon after. Anyway, as I grew up, I forgot about this story; it was just to scare children. But one day, a former acquaintance of mine asked me, "Hey, do you believe in gnomes?" I was kind of confused by the question. I told her it was just a local legend and that they don't exist. She told me she'd seen them, and they do exist. She told me that she woke up that morning and saw something running under the bed. At first, she thought it was her imagination, but then she saw it again. She said it was a small creature, about 15 to 20 cm tall.
The next day, she told me her cigarettes were gone—the whole pack! She was always home alone during that period; she always left them in the bathroom on top of the washing machine when she was getting ready to go out, and then, boom, they were gone. And then she saw the gnomes again. She's still convinced that a family of gnomes lives in her house (an old house on the edge of the woods) and that they steal her things.

PS: She found her cigarettes three days later, on top of the washing machine.

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

So first off. He was talking to this other guy who was the third person in the situation the next day ,and that person unprompted said the person in question shapeshifted. That validated my friend's experience.

Ok. So let me explain the whole thing. My friend is now 40, but became diagnosed at age 22 or so with schizotypal and bipolar. He has been medicated almost the entire time ever since. This still seems to be partly why he was unsure if he saw what he saw initially.

The scenario was this: he was hanging out with this older neighbor of his who was in all sorts of bands and a self-proclaimed satanist. The guy had definitely done crazy stuff like conjure entities before freaking the hell out and runing away. Another person was there who was female. My friend and the first guy had smoked cannabis which is another thing that made him unsure. At some point the woman in the scenario made an evil grin which totally distorted her face, eyebrows and all. Then the front of her face protuded out a bit and morphed into paritially the face of this guy he worked with. A littl while later i think he mentioned that she left.

My friend is definitely someone who having seen things like little red eyes that move in the room and became convinced in this paradigm of good and evil (normal in schizoaffective to my knowledge.) The other guy had been involved with the occult to a degree that he had been unprepared for at times but seemingly had no previous religious upbrining. That last part could be wrong though. He did end up having a period of panic and reconsideration after his first bout with death before dying. They were both high. Could the energy or something between the two of them just attract something like this? My friend doesn't even know what that person who shapeshifted was. Luckily he isn't too disturbed by it. When your friend goes through a period of serious unraveling it's very scary. To me this is real however.

What are your thoughts and insights on this?

Hi everyone. What are your thoughts on psychokinesis? Have you had experience with it? What caused it to occur for you? Has anyone done extensive research on it and can give details about this phenomenon? What’s the science behind it? Theories?

Since I was a child, I have experienced this phenomenon. Majority of the time during moments of heightened emotion, especially grief and anger. 90% of the time, electrical appliances & fixtures are affected. Light bulbs bursting when I’m upset, LED lights going haywire when I walk into a room or arrive nearby, even had a lighter levitate off a table and explode in the air when an unwanted guest entered my home (my ex and the person witnessed it & were freaked out. Honestly, I was freaked out too). Even had books fly off a book shelf across the room (again, there was a witness that could vouch for my claims). Doors slam without me touching it during moments of emotions. I can go on and on about these experiences. Honestly I would think I’m insane if so many people didn’t witness and bring up these events as “funny bar stories”. “Dude remember that time you got mad at \*so and so\* & 3 of the lights in the room simultaneously exploded lololol” 💀 I feel like the older I’ve gotten, I’ve gotten a better grasp at my emotions and try to rationalize my thoughts but lately things have been happening again and it’s being noticed by those around me.

Thank you for your input in advance

Trying to write this out was surprisingly difficult. When I think about the experience without focusing too hard or trying to put it into words, I can remember more of it. But once I start concentrating on specific details and trying to describe them, the memory gets fuzzier.

Because of that, I had to write this in short spurts and keep coming back to it. The longer I focused on it at one time, the harder it became to hold onto the details.

I have posted this experience in a few other Reddit communities, but I added a little more to this version because more relevant information came back to me later when I was thinking about it more abstractly instead of actively trying to describe it.

This happened years ago, and to this day it is one of the strangest experiences my family has ever had.

My husband and I were driving our four year old daughter to her grandmother’s house in Massachusetts so she could take her out to dinner. We were on one of those quieter back roads that branches off from the main part of town. It was not extremely rural, but it was not a busy road either. It was still fully daylight when this happened, so darkness or poor visibility was not a factor.

As we were driving, all three of us saw something standing partly in the roadway, closer to the edge than the center. It was not blocking traffic, but it was definitely standing in the road rather than safely off to the side.

We have never been able to explain what we saw.

The weirdest part is not just what it looked like. It is how difficult it is to remember. When I think about it as a whole, I can still picture it fairly clearly in my mind. But the moment I try to focus on specific details or describe it to someone else, the image almost seems to fall apart. The details become blurry, and it is incredibly frustrating because I know I saw it. It is a very strange feeling that I have never experienced with any other memory. My husband has described something similar when he has tried to remember it.

From what all three of us remember, it was roughly the height of a tall adult, probably around six feet. It was completely black and had no distinguishable facial features. It had long, black, unkempt hair that looked matted or locked together in thick strands. I do not know if they were dreadlocks, severely tangled hair, or something else entirely, but the hair is one of the clearest physical features I can remember.

Its clothing also did not look right.

It seemed to be wearing multiple dark layers, possibly including something like a long black trench coat, but the layers did not make sense. It is hard to explain. They did not hang naturally or look like normal clothing layered on top of itself. I remember looking at it and immediately thinking that something about what it was wearing was wrong, even though I still cannot explain exactly why.

The best way I can describe the overall impression it gave me is that it felt like whatever it was, it was trying to act like a person. I am not saying that is what it actually was. That was simply the feeling I had while looking at it. It seemed almost human, but something about it felt fundamentally wrong.

Then there was the umbrella.

It was holding what looked like an old, broken umbrella upside down with the canopy open. It was not simply carrying it or dragging it. It was pushing it back and forth along the pavement as if it were trying to use it like a vacuum cleaner. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but that is honestly the closest comparison I can make. It looked like someone repeatedly moving a vacuum across the floor, except it was using an open, broken umbrella upside down in the road.

As we drove past it, its entire body slowly rotated toward our car.

Not just its head.

Its whole body.

The movement was slow, deliberate, and unlike anything I have ever seen another person do.

I do not remember seeing eyes or even a face, but I knew it was looking directly at us.

The instant it turned toward us, both my husband and I experienced something I still cannot adequately explain.

I have been scared before. I have been startled. I have been in dangerous situations. This was not any of those feelings.

It was the most unnatural sense of dread and immediate peril I have ever experienced in my entire life. It felt primal, as though every instinct in my body was screaming that something was profoundly wrong. It was not a thought I had. It was an overwhelming feeling that hit both of us at the exact same moment.

The strange thing is that it never chased us, never moved toward us, and never did anything outwardly threatening.

Yet that feeling remains one of the strongest memories I have from that day.

What finally broke the silence was our four year old daughter from the back seat.

In a calm, matter of fact voice, she simply said,

“That wasn’t real.”

Neither of us had said a word to her.

That sentence snapped us out of whatever we were feeling, but it is also what has made this experience stick with us all these years.

We have talked about it many times since then. The details remain frustratingly difficult to describe, but the core memories never change. The fact that it happened in broad daylight. The roughly six foot figure. The long matted hair. The clothing that somehow looked wrong. The feeling that it was trying to act like a person. The broken upside down umbrella being pushed back and forth like a vacuum cleaner. The slow full body turn toward our car. The overwhelming feeling of dread.

I have searched online over the years and have never found anyone describing something quite like this.

Has anyone here ever heard folklore, urban legends, or personal stories involving something similar?

als ich drei war ist mein uroma gestorben mein Mutter war zur berdigung und mein Papa war mit mir spazieren als wir später im Hause zurück waren (in dem hat auch meine Oma gewohnt) habe ich gesagt das ich zu Oma will meine Mutter hat gesagt das sie tot ist und im Himmel aber ich hab in die Luft gezeigt und gesagt da ist sie doch (das haben mir meine Eltern erzählt)

A mysterious knock

I live in West Bengal and am studying at pg away from home and at my house there are two people my mom and my little brother and father work out of town....Seeing my house from the top the north side contains the main road, east and south were covered in mango trees and banana trees and some other trees like dragon fruits etc. and the west side contains a pond approx 30 m in length and 15m in width ....Some days before my mom called me after I had my dinner she talked to me about an incident that happened, at around 10.30 to 11.00 PM after my mom and brother had their dinner they go to bed but suddenly they hear a knocking loud enough to be noticed besides that , that night was completely normal no winds no rain no storm nothing just a normal night after hearing the knock they usually thought of a theif but why would a theif would knock??This is the thought that struck my mind and i assumed that it might be a monkey or something like that but this is my assumption....my mom called my uncle and grandpa to look over this matter they came instantly and checked the roof without hesitation they found nothing except darkness .After that there was no noise but I was pretty sure that a thief wouldn't knock like that.

When I was younger, probably around five or six, I was living in a house with woods all around it. One day, I wandered into the woods and heard static and noises like a fax machine blaring through my ears. I freaked out and tried to run away but I was scooped up by this man in dark clothing and I passed out. I woke up in my bed about two hours later and the man was gone.

Now, I know this reads like a creepypasta. But this is a genuine memory of mine. After that, trees would talk to me, I saw shadowy figures everywhere, and I frequently felt like I woke up and discovered that I’m not just a camera that’s filming everything around me. That I’m human with a body and fingers that move from signals sent from my brain.

I just need an explanation for everything. It’s really been bugging me lately.

I feel that, perhaps, many of us have supernatural encounters that we don’t recognise as supernatural simply because they are not the usual thing you find in a horror movie which, we in the West, are somewhat conditioned to use as a guide as to what is truly spooky and what is not.

In ages past people were reminded to look for “signs and portents”… basically unusual happenings or animals or, basically nature, behaving in uncharacteristic ways and to try and find meanings in these occurrences. Maybe this happened to you or one of your listeners as late as today or this week and because it’s not something you would normally see in a Hollywood horror movie you’ve just shrugged your shoulders and forgotten about it but things happen to me every so often that I can’t explain and I sometimes think back to the first time I was truly aware of it, partly because it was so perplexing perhaps, mainly, I’ve been trying to think about what really happened or what it could ..?

Anyhoo, let me tell you all about it!

I was in my mid teens, maybe a little older & my friends and I had decided to go to the fairground but they never showed up and I was on my own. I was determined not to be left out or made to feel bad so I was determined to just enjoy myself!
I suppose just to sort of spite them or despite them ;-) anyway, amongst the rides I wanted to go on where the Dodgems or “bumper cars“ as we call them here in the UK.

Surrounding the round area where the cars would move like glittering gladiators was a sort of ‘ circular queue’ -by that I mean, basically, people queued up all around the round area the little cars would race around in and safely crash but first you had to purchase a plastic disc and then you waited your turn in this queue that went around the area of play.

in some areas this circular queue was three people deep- some parts were five people deep but when the cars would eventually stop and the current driver’s time was up, desperate folks in the first ring of people would barely wait for drivers to leave their vehicles and would rush onto the dodgem area & and try and get in a car quickly because there would always be a few people left over, like musical chairs, do you remember that game?

Anyone left over would have to rush back and join the circular queue again but slowly and surely, just like everyone else, myself, at the back, would move forward and forward getting closer and closer. By this time I started looking out for a car that might give me an advantage & that might be worth rushing for!

I saw four red cars; four Blue cars; four Green cars; four yellow cars and one purple car. They were all metallic, glittery, multicoloured paint jobs but I suppose the purple one stood out because it was the only one like it. All theses cars had numbers and I think that my favourite, that solitary purple dodgem, had a distinctive number like seven -I’m pretty sure it wasn’t 13!
Of course the numbers meant nothing it was just so they would look like racing cars, y’know?

Anyway, it seemed to me that the purple car was the one to get, I set my heart on it, as it were, maybe it went a little faster but it just looked different and it was the one I ever so badly wanted to get and I urged myself to be ready to get it! Indeed, it got to the point that when I was on the first circle, if you know what I mean, of the queue, I was determined to rush out and if I didn’t get that car I was just gonna rush back again and wait until I could get the Purple one!

It seemed that the bumper cars were a very popular ride as the Joker kept getting sold and The cues kept forming around and around and everyone was desperate to get on and race round and have fun because there was already several people behind me pushing forward as I had been.
I hoped that the car would eventually stop near me when it was my turn but when that time came, unfortunately it stopped quite a way! Certainly it was much Closer, indeed, to the other people in the same circular queue as myself… when, eventually, the Siren sounded, as it did at the beginning & the end of the timed session; the electricity was cut off from the brightly coloured cars and People began to get out. Well, I ran and ran as fast as I could- I doubt anyone could run faster!
I didn’t look about & I didn’t see what was or wasn’t happening around me.
I just didn’t care.
I just wanted to get THAT singular car!

I put the yellow plastic coin that I purchased earlier into the slot like we’d all been told so it MY car would be ready and activated when the electricity was shot through to its motor

I breathed a sigh relief and looked around me… IN DISBELIEF!
Every car was empty!

I mean no one was in them at all and no one was by them either but I wasn’t completely alone.
I could hear the distant sounds of people laughing and joking around and having fun and all the other attractions in the fairground just as I did before AND the circular crew of People and their desperate faces ready and interested & yearning for the turn were still all around and encircling the ‘ play area’ were the bright little cars had been whizzing around and bumping into each other, as before but this time, for the first time, nobody moved.

I looked all around Me in amazement for no one was frozen, so to speak, they all just kept staring at me!

I should point out I’m not particularly handsome nor am I shockingly ugly! I’m just an average Joe, I guess and there was no reason why People were not getting in the cars.
I don’t have a fearful reputation and I wasn’t really from that area anyway. No one could’ve known me or suspected I was someone I was not, surely?
They’d all been happy to jostle a little with me around the Dodgem area and everyone had been happy to run at the cars and get in them as soon as possible before but now they just plain weren’t!

In the years that have gone by I’ve thought about this a lot and yes, it may be the others, too, had wanted that purple car all to themselves as desperately as myself but that hadn’t stopped most other people from being content with getting into a red, blue, green, or yellow car instead as there was, after all, more of them!

But could it really be that everyone in the ring that was up next, the one that I was a part of, had wanted that car at the exclusion of all others and were also willing to wait? If so, how did we all have the same idea at the same time and who had it first?!

But I didn’t have time to worry about this because after awhile of me looking around at People and even looking into the cage where the operator sat who I had bought, as everyone else had, the yellow plastic coin to go in the slot -he too was looking around just as mystified as Me until he eventually shrugged; pulled the handle; sounded the siren and watched with everyone else as dumbfounded I, entirely on my own, was in possession of a moving vehicle!

This bizarre driving session seem to last longer than the others but maybe it just felt like that to me!!

I began to go around around in circuits and for a change, tried weaving in and out between the stationary cars, occasionally bumping them but not really doing anything just feeling mystified more than embarrassed!

I just couldn’t fathom it. Eventually the Siren sounded and the electricity was cut off and immediately everyone in the ring tore towards the cars- yes including mine!
I really didn’t know what to do except for slowly walk off the track and into the crowds and out the other side everything back to normal…

I’d love someone to tell my little story and for someone in the comments section to explain what might’ve happened but it’s been years now, I reckon & I still, occasionally, think about this bizarre little episode and wonder what the explanation was but all I can think of is that it was a modern sign or a portent. That what occurred was something otherworldly & strange! Thank you for reading through this and allow me to ask What do others think, please?

Ik minecraft better than ik myself which made it crazier when i found a structure in my world made of dirt and bedrock that could teleport around world whenever i was offline as well as sone other weird things ive searched for years trying to find sombody else who had same experience but nobody has and nobody is able to join server when im offline i also have a friend who has seen the mythical faceless ayato in there game the supernatural world is fun for me to study and investigate and full of myths and legends like herobrine and no visor and so on i would like to hear if youve ever had any online supernatural sightings like us please comment them down below

I’m posting this because I’m curious if anyone has experienced something similar or has an explanation.

Last night around midnight, I was driving down a main road with a nature preserve on the right and a sound barrier wall (probably 20 feet tall) on the left that runs the entire length of the road. My friend was in the passenger seat. I was completely awake, not tired, and paying attention to the road. I recently came home from a different time zone and am not fully adjusted, so within my sleep schedule it was 6 PM for me.

Suddenly, I saw something in the opposite lane that looked like it was coming toward my car. I immediately slammed on my brakes. It was to the left of my vehicle, very close, and I got a clear enough look to know it did not look like a person or an animal.

It was extremely tall and slender, at least as tall as my truck (I drive a lifted truck that is around 6.5 feet tall). I couldn’t make out a face or any normal features. It looked like there was some kind of cardboard-like or flat material on the front of it, and it was moving/swaying in a way that made it seem almost alive. My first instinct was that something was standing there, and I was completely shocked because it looked so unnatural.

My friend got a better look at it since I was focused on not wrecking my car. She is helping me write this, and we both had similar descriptions independently. She described it as seeming soft if you were to touch it, and the way it moved made it seem like it would be light in weight. It was not a windy night, and the sound barrier wall would have blocked any significant breeze.

After realizing it did not appear human, I slammed on the gas and ripped it down the road to get away because I was terrified. There was another car approaching in the opposite lane, and I looked back in my side mirror expecting to see it in the other car's headlights, but it was no longer in the lane. I think I saw it still upright on the side of the road afterward, but I'm not entirely sure.

We both cannot come up with a normal explanation. I know nighttime driving can cause strange visual effects, and I’m open to normal explanations, but this genuinely did not feel like a normal object or animal to either of us. Neither of us was impaired in any way, and we are not people who usually believe in supernatural things. I have always shrugged off stories like this, which is why I’m so confused by what happened.

It did not behave like roadside debris, and I’m not sure why a person would look like what we saw. We’re both pretty freaked out, so any input would be appreciated.

Has anyone seen anything like this before? Any ideas what it could have been?

Hello everyone, inspired by the engagement on my other thread, I wanted to delve into what could have caused our brains to become much more sophisticated than any other species on this planet, and how that distinction seems impossible in the wild.

Ancient humans discovered language, which may have facilitated the evolution of neural pathways in our brains over millennia. Some researchers say that because our ancestors were Homo Erectus, they could stand over tall grass to look for predators. The ones that weren't flexible enough to stand up straight simply didn't survive.

This enabled them to plan, coordinate, attack, and hunt prey or defend against predators more efficiently. And came the early hominid sounds. Simple sounds like the vocalisations of the birds or phrases like "OOOH," the long O sound, held for 3 beats with pitch change, and so on. Certain sounds meant certain things. But for us, over thousands of years, our brains started evolving more and more rapidly, and we now had earlier forms of language that a tribe could understand.

However, the other animals, like the Meercat, stand up looking for predators too. They, too, have the simple sounds. They've had it for millions of years, but why was it only us that evolved, whereas other animals are very primitive?

Terrance McKinney has the stoned-ape hypothesis, where he presumes that apes consuming hallucinogens were the primary reason for developing early human language.

But even that has a flaw: why did the monkeys never eat the mushrooms?

Whereas some believe that our DNA has been engineered in the past(millions of years ago), mixing an "Alien" DNA with that of the old apes.

Needless to say, such theories arise because no other species has evolved as much as we have. We are the only ones.

No other species has art, music, or such intricate language. How can that be? A point is to be made that humans have murdered most of the other intelligent homo species throughout their horrid history, but the fact remains. We are the only intelligent branch of species that we've yet found.

And it is not clear why.

My friend Sandip just brushes it off, saying it's a simulation and asking such meaningless questions(like why do we exist) is the absolute worst thing I could be doing with my time.

What is your take?

I ask questions like this somewhere else too. Do let me know if you wanna find that joint!

So Today I was in the shower and I was putting the shampoo back and it starting moving on it's own and i'm freaking out

I want to preference this by saying I do believe in spirits and I do believe we can communicate with them.

Just for some background I live on a very creepy farm, weird things have been happening since I've moved in and lately I've been trying to see if there is something roaming my home. I've been using the estes method with my fiancee and it kept coming back to my cross around my neck, "cross" "protected" "don't fear". I've had this cross around my neck for years and it's never fallen off or anything.

Well, last weekend my fiancee, a bunch of friends, and I were car surfing on a dirt road and I went to feel for my cross (like I always do) and I felt it wasn't there. I was playing lifeguard (hanging out the window to make sure nobody fell off) when I noticed. I slid back into the car and told my fiancee that my cross wasn't there anymore and we slowed down (originally going like 40-50) to look for it. Come to find out her back tire was flat and if we had kept going that speed for a little longer the tire would have blown out and we would have wrecked pretty badly.

Am I being superstitious or were the spirits truly telling me they were protecting me?

(The tire blew out anyway because we had to drive to her moms on it but we were going like 10 so nothing bad happened)

A number of years ago I worked as a security guard at Hurricane Harbor in Arizona. I originally worked during the day, but shifted to nights in the off seasons

On one of the nights I first worked, a seasoned guard told me that sometimes they hear things at night. I pushed back on him alot and thought it was hazing, called him out thinking they were trying to spook me.

I talked to superiors in the coming days and they also told me sometimes the voice of a woman is heard at night and people see things. My superior told me she personally heard a woman talking in the bathrooms by the lazy river, (which are checked and locked after the park closes) and when they unlocked it in the middle of the night there was no one inside.

I was told before Six Flags owned the park a woman fell off a slide that no longer exists and died. At the time I couldn't find any info on it, but checking the parks history recently, I found it, it's true. Back when the park was originally waterworld safari a woman did fall off a slide named Kilimanjaro and died of head trauma in 2001.

My encounter:

One night I was working with a newer guard overnight. We did our usual patrols to check cameras, gates, and doors.

When we got to the cabanas by the wave pool one of the TVs was still on. Didn't think much of it and shut it off and set the controller back on the table. As we were walking out the TV turned itself back on. Weird but wrote it off and turned off the TV again.

Then as we continued our rounds I heard what sounded like a woman talking in the bushes/trees by Mammoth Falls. The other guard didn't hear it but he knew I wasn't screwing around. At this point we thinking some people snuck in or something. Because of the fences and blocked off areas we had a pinch point. He went around and I went from the other direction and closed in. No one was there. We then finished checking the entire area and nothing. As we were walking away we then hear someone whistle right from the area we just finished checking 100%. This time he heard it and we fully checked it again. Nothing. If someone was there they could not have gotten away without us seeing them.

After that we wrap up and head back to the office talking about how weird that was. I then have to use the restroom. We get back to the office and I get the key for the main guest bathrooms right next to the office. When I unlock and open the door I hear the wet running of feet on the tile. I immediately radio to the other guard and he sprints over within 15 seconds while I stand in the doorway. That door is the only way in our out. We walk through together on opposite sides. We meet in the middle. No one inside.

For about the last 10 years, I’ve been seeing moving shapes in the sky that most people around me don’t seem to notice.
These aren’t eye floaters, stars, planes, or birds (at least not from what I can tell). They move in different directions—up, down, left, right, sometimes slowly, sometimes extremely fast. They appear almost every day when I’m outside, but I rarely notice them indoors.
The interesting part is that they don’t frighten me. I actually feel calm when I see them. Over the years, I’ve drawn many of the shapes because I wanted to keep a record of what I was seeing.
Before anyone asks:
I’ve had my eyes examined and doctors haven’t found anything wrong with my vision.

I’ve also spoken with medical professionals, and I’ve been told there are no concerns about my mental health.

I’m not looking for a diagnosis or trying to convince anyone of anything.

I’m simply trying to find out if anyone else has experienced something similar.

If you have:
How long have you been seeing them?
What do they look like?

Have you ever been able to communicate with them or noticed any pattern?

Have you ever found an explanation that made sense to you?

I'ma just a Christian woman looking for answers. This started out as orbs years ago appearing and also in my pictures and has grown into this.

When people ask me how they look I tell them it looks like someone took a picture with a Polaroid camera and the picture is still developing that's how these things come through in my vision but I can draw what I see but I can't see the details like colors or doors or anything specific

I’m looking for respectful discussion from people who’ve genuinely experienced something similar. Thank you

Hi! I’m not sure if this is the right place to share this, but I couldn't find a “thank you angel/guardian” subreddit to post in. I normally wouldn't share something like this, but recently I’ve been watching a lot of Smosh Reddit stories while I work, and it made me want to share my own experience.

This happened in the mid/late 90s when I was between 4-6 years old. Since it was so long ago, my memory might be a bit skewed, so please bear with my use of "maybe" or "probably."

I was on holiday with my parents and another family who were friends of theirs. We were window shopping on the sidewalk of a busy one way road. My parents were always very careful with my siblings and me, they kept a close eye on us, especially near traffic. You guys can probably guess where this is going.

I remember I had a sketching pen and a similarly sized cardboard tube, which likely came from one of those party whistles that rolls out when you blow into it. I was holding both in the same hand. For some reason, I decided I didn't want the cardboard tube anymore and was going to throw it into the busy street. Very stupid, I know. I remember thinking that if I didn't move the sketch pen to my other hand or my pocket, I might accidentally throw the pen away instead.

Everything after that is a blur. I realized I had thrown the pen away, so I yanked my hand out of my mom’s grip and ran into oncoming traffic to go get it.

The next thing I remember is standing on the other side of the street. My mom was hugging me, my dad was angry, and the family friends were trying to calm my parents down. There was a security guard standing there next to them. It seemed like he had been watching me when I ran into traffic, and he had chased after me to pull me to the other side.

I specifically remember a slight burning sensation between my shoulder blades, as if someone had smacked my back. To this day, I assume it was my dad who hit me, perhaps out of pure shock and fear, though he never laid a hand on me before or after that. I’ve asked my mom about this incident in the past, but she just waved it away. I assumed she just doesn't want to revisit such a scary memory.

Personally, I believe that the security guard is the one who pulled me to safety. For some reason, I just know it wasn't my parents who jumped into the traffic, though they likely tried and my brain just can't conjure the memory. I don't know if that man is still alive, as he seemed older even back then, but I wanted to put this out into the open internet to express my gratitude.

Okay so this is not something I normally ever tell people, but one of the reasons I often get anxious is bc of sensing certain things most others around me didn’t, anyone can say it mental illness but I also have always known when it’s safe to talk about and actually don’t even bother nor do I want to convince anyone who is set as a stubborn physicalist inherently that’s not my battle tbh. I have never posted in this before but like I don’t know what to do. so a lot has been going on lately but this was undeniably terrifying. I have been quietly losing sanity in my apt live alone and I do question how much of what I have been experiencing is me being hyperactively aware or mentally ill even, but shit it was still dark out middle of night calm and quiet one second next second my entire floor of bedroom covered in broken mirror glass. So I said the time like I was in my bed like half asleep or already asleep it was the middle of the night even if I did sleep late was not that late all lights and tv and things were off, then all of a sudden I was jarred awake by a loud bang and crash and as soon as I sat up and looked around I saw it
fyi I had secured this big mirror against wall for months never fell I have bumped into it didn’t fall no issues it’s got some weight w the frame for sure too also like the bottom part was slanted against wall at an angle so the top part was directly hitting wall behind but bottom was slightly more forward on the floor w little space behind + I put a few objects and an entire wire thing in front of it too to secure it from slipping and falling/breaking.
The mirror didn’t slip at least not the way one would logically think bc it fell forward … and the bottom part was in front of the stuff I had put in front of it to make sure it didn’t slip including the wire… this happened while I was sleeping in my bed no other movement no pets in the house. I left in the morning and haven’t been back since and largely mute rest of the day except essential interactions honestly I didn’t even clean up all the glass it was a huge mirror my room isn’t even that big and I’m also just scared. I swear to god I’m not making this up idw share a pic for privacy purposes either tbh no hate comments plz I can’t talk ab this w anyone irl bc ik how it sounds im not tryna take a psych ward trip nor do I need one i have been praying for months too btw i do believe god or whatever higher power is listening in the universe has already been helping and saved me from certain situations however this one is actually beyond my scope what is left other than giving up/ accepting defeat embracing nihilism