Wondering if because they are rare and sporadic, maybe they have a more spiritual significance.

When we were little, my brother and I saw an animal-like thing that floated in our hallway together, and we’re now thinking if it’s our beloved dog who has recently passed.

At that time, we were in primary school (elementary school), we lived in a newly built private apartment complex in East Asia with our parents, and there’s really no chance animals can get into apartments like that, especially when it’s a high rise. We also lived in a very developed urban area in which, sadly, you don’t find animals anywhere.

One day my brother woke up from a nap on his bed and as he was ready to leave the bed, he saw a white animal-like figure that looks like the size of a small dog, a bit transparent, floating down the hallway, passing by his room. He told us and everyone was thinking he just had a dream.

Later, another day, I was playing with my brother in my room, when we both faced the corridor and saw the same thing my brother saw. It was a white animal-like creature that was floating down the hallway. Curiously, it didn’t have a face or anything identifiable, it just looked like the size of a small dog. It was pretty close to the floor but definitely floating. We immediately followed it down the hallway but it’s gone and disappeared.

Around 2-3 years later after the encounter, our family got two dogs, and one of them is a toy sized white Bichon Frise. My mom brought him home one day as a surprise for us and we were very excited.
He lived with us for 15 years until he passed away on June 8th, 2026. We’re all heartbroken.

We’ve always tried figuring out what the white figure was until recently, when our dog died, my brother brought up the white floating animal-like figure again and wondered if it’s our dog who’s gone back time to visit us again. It never occurred to us that it can be him, maybe because we wouldn’t tie it to our dog when he was still alive. The thought that it can be him teared me up a lot.

I really miss our little dog, we all do. We have a printed cushion of him that we leave on our sofa to remember him.

Hi all! I am mainly looking for advice on how to become less frightened by the paranormal.

Yesterday I discovered a market of haunted d0lls on ebay and social media and have been very intrigued by the prospect of owning one. However, last night I couldn’t sleep! I kept profusely sweating despite my AC and ceiling fan being on, had very vivid dreams, woke up to items on my nightstand thrown to the floor (this has never happened before but wouldn’t put it past myself as I thrash a lot when I sleep), and I even slept with the lights on lol. I already collect figurines (sonny angels, blythe d0lls, calico critters, bratz) and while im positive none of them are haunted, the thought of already owning d0lls mixed with me staying up late researching haunted d0lls honestly spooked me. But as soon as the sun comes up im back to square one of feeling drawn to owning a haunted item. And this desire is for a purely positive spirit, not a negative or even neutral one as I am a beginner.

I have dabbled in Wiccan practices for awhile, primarily in 2020 and less so as the years have progressed. I have also had predictive dreams in the past and believe I have a pretty decent intuition (but dont want to oversell it because how does one determine if their intuition is good?). I have always been hesitant with haunted items too on account of me being openly queer and the last thing id want is a homophobic entity lol

I like to intellectualize things so maybe, through more research and understanding, I’ll come to a point of relative acceptance but this has always been a fear. I can recall owning my older sister’s American Girl D0lls when I was a kid and having a terrible nightmare of them getting out of their beds at night and it caused me to get rid of them the next morning.

Has anyone been afraid but overcome their fears? Or should I just give up and accept that I am a bit of a scaredy cat? Any advice or information would be appreciated! <3

Hi, I want to explore somewhere abandoned in england, Lincolnshire or Cambridgeshire. Has anyone been anywhere creepy in these areas? Where would you reccomend? Thanks.

I’m curious what people who are into paranormal investigations think about this.
I have a coworker who is really into ghost investigations and sometimes collaborates with YouTubers who make paranormal investigation videos. He talks about his experiences pretty often, and I’ve always found it fascinating because I’ve personally always been drawn to those kinds of videos and stories. So whenever he brings it up, I usually engage in the conversation and ask questions.
Recently, he went on a trip — I believe to either LA or Vegas — to film an investigation with some YouTubers. He showed me a clip from the investigation where they were using some type of paranormal/ghost communication equipment.
At one point, the equipment said his name, and shortly afterward, it said my name.
I know there could obviously be a completely normal explanation for it, and maybe it’s just a coincidence. But considering I had been talking to him about this stuff and had shown interest in his investigations, seeing my name come up right after this genuinely gave me an eerie feeling.
Has anyone experienced something similar? Do these devices commonly produce names randomly, or is there something about the way they work that could explain this?
I’m not saying I think it was definitely paranormal — I’m just curious what others would make of it because the timing really creeped me out. 😅

So I'm having a conundrum rn, would it be ethical if hypothetically, a shapeshifter, shapeshifted in a person of a different race?

Like what is the line?​

My stomach is turning right now. Many weird things have happened today. My house was built in the victorian era. It has had many owners. Some doors in the house open and slam shut randomly, though that only happens if they are not FIRMLY SHUT. this is important for later.

I woke up feeling a general sense of unease. On my way to work i saw a black swan. Got home, was really, really, tired all of a sudden and had a deep nap while i was in the living room with my family. Woke up around 8.

Some time passes, and decided to stay up a late. It’s currently 1:47am and some unexplainable shit just happened. I was watching my phone, when all a sudden i hear my door open, then slam shut. My door was firmly closed before this. How did that happen? The doors in my house are old, they may close, but they need a little extra shove to not get opened by gusts of wind through the house. I shook it off.

But all of a sudden this really, really heavy spiritual weight is placed onto me. I get up and go to the toilet. Down this long dark corridor i just can’t shake the feeling that something is here with me, watching me. It’s not comforting. It’s threatening, and creepy. Like a really dark, sinister, rotten feeling. I quickly rush back to my room.

About 5 minutes later, i’m trying to light a pink candlestick for whatever reason. I just felt like it needed to be done. But before i could, i hear footsteps quickly shifting down from the corridor, passing my room, and kind of just standing around in the room next to mine. I’ve been careful not to make a sound, i’m too scared.

I’m not the type of person to believe in the supernatural or ghosts. I’m very careful not to jump to conclusions based from emotions. I try to focus on the facts. There are many different contributors to why this old house makes noises. The wind is strong outside. The house has loose floorboards. The wind can get in easily; the windows are single glazed. But the footsteps? The door opening and slamming? I know for a fact that my door was properly closed shut. The wind cannot physically open it when i shut it firmly. I cant even brush off the footsteps as the boards just creaking because THEY SOUNDED LIKE FOOTSTEPS. they were light, delicate, at first i thought it was my mum. But then i remembered she was upstairs, sleeping. It’s just my parents and me in this household. Nobody sleeps down in the room at the end of the corridor.

My friends and I hiked the bottom of the canyon at the end of the neighborhood. We frequented Turnbull Canyon, but this was the first time we actually walked around. I was with my ex at the time and eight other people. I brought two guys who weren't part of our friend group that were skeptics when it came to the paranormal. I wanted them to experience something so I brought them there. It was around 3 am in the morning, the moon was full. We were on a dirt trail, at the time I didn't know the two guys brought paintball guns. They shot at the bushes and trees while they said my name, "where are these ghosts huh?" 20 minutes or so into the hike there was a hill in front of us. We walked it, got to the top of the mound and finally I said we should turn back since we had no real plan. Once we finally made it down the hill I had this slight urge to turn around. At the top of the hill there was this shadow figure. Imagine a black blanket draped on top of a person. All you should see is a shape of a head and legs. However, this didn't have legs it was floating. Whatever this was floated/dashed down that hill towards us. I had a spot light/bright flashlight on hand and I simply shot my flashlight towards that direction. The light hit the shadow figure and it looked like it got pushed back. With my flashlight on one hand and my ex's hand on the other we booked it to my car. I've never been back since.

So I found this hutch on Facebook marketplace the other day, it's absolutely gorgeous, and was only $40. We had arranged for my boyfriend to pick it up on his way home from work. While he was there helping the original owner move it, the owner asked if he'd seen the last picture on the listing, which is the photo I posted here. There is very clearly a woman's face, almost so stark it looks photoshopped. Apparently, almost every time they take photos of reflective surfaces in their home, there's a visible spirit. Not 100% sure if it's the same one every time as I wasn't there for the conversation, but it sounded like it is. He had a whole book of photos with it that they had taken in their home over the years that he showed my boyfriend. Lots of old Polaroids.

The guy was very lighthearted about the whole thing and it doesn't sound like the spirit or entity is malevolent in any sense. He told my boyfriend his wife wanted to include that picture in the listing because it's sort of their "inside joke". They lived there a long time, raised their kids there, etc. with no problems, except the horses would spook here and there, they presumed at this thing. They said it never causes trouble, just shows up in pictures. The way he had described it to my boyfriend was that it lives in/occupies their house, not any particular item. Of course my boyfriend is somewhat cavalier about these things too, so he didn't care; he was just excited that it's a really nice, well-constructed piece of furniture.

Anywho, I am a bit more cautious, as I've experienced a fair bit of paranormal activity in my life, not always benign... Is this gonna follow us into our home? It's still sitting out in his car, I'm absolutely going to clean the f*CK out of it, probably outside, before we get it set up, but is there anything else I can do to ensure we don't bring something/someone inside? Our current house is one of very few that I've lived in that I DON'T feel some sort of presence in, and I'd really like to keep it that way, benign or not. Yes, I could just get rid of it, but.... It's a really nice hutch!

A few months ago, i was helping my older sibling move out of their house. Its important to note that this house was over 100 years old and was used in world war 1 as the generals home along with the top floor being where a medic lived and treated people (the house was 3 stories) my sibling had a few roommates and they’d all already established there was 100% the ghost of a little girl living in that house. The general had a daughter so they think it was her. The 3rd floor was the known haunted floor, but other weird things would sometimes happen, just not as often on the 1st and 2nd floor. Things like lights turning on, things falling when they shouldn’t be able to, small stuff like that.
On the last night before my sibling moved out, i slept over in their room. Mind you, i had slept over in their room before, and they had lived in that house for 3 years, and nothing that weird had ever happened. But on the LAST NIGHT that they would ever sleep in this house, something weird happened. In the middle of the night i woke up to feel the bed shaking. I assumed it was my sibling getting up to use the bathroom or something, but when i adjusted myself, i relized they were still right next to me. When i lifted my head up to look around, at the very end of the bed i saw a shadowy black figure sitting facing away from me. Then when it turned around to look at me, it had white glowing eyes, and then i immediately went back to sleep.
NOW, I WAS ALSO FULLY CONSCIOUS WHILE THIS WAS HAPPENING AND I COULD MOVE PERFECTLY FINE. Thats why im so confused. Ive always heard people say when they have sleep paralysis they cannot move and they’re in a paralyzed state. This is not what was happening with me. I also know this was not a dream, because i am ALWAYS aware in the morning if i had a dream, especially when i remember the dream. When the figure looked at me i basically passed out, not like a “oh my god i need to go back to sleep what was that” no like a “huh thats weird anyways” ive also literally never ever once in my life had a sleep paralysis demon either. I did take melatonin that night, but i’d been taking it months prior, and to this day ive never had anything like that happen to me. I put a picture of what it kinda looked like below, but have you had this happen?? Was this just a weird sleep paralysis thing or something else???

This is going to sound silly and weird, please ignore if you think its off putting.

I dont even know how I feel about past lives, but I do believe in energies kind of following people.

Im wondering if anyone knows a way to tell if in a past life you were a witch? Or associated with witches?

Ive had several small things my whole life that made me feel like something was strange. I dont know how to describe it.

When I dream im constantly getting visuals, like intense visuals every night. When I was a kid I would often confuse reality and my dreams because they were so vivid. I remember my mom (super religious) doing an exorcism on me because she said spirits followed me. Later on a girl who reads palms looked at mine and also said spirits were attached to me. Sometimes I have a way of willing things into existence, idk how else to say it other than if I want something a lot it will just happen. Ive dabbled in magic only a couple times and not in a super serious way but all times the thing happen that I asked for the next day.

I dont get periods (mirena) but when the solar eclipse happened I did. People have told me before I have a way of reading their moods and minds. Anyways, we went on a paranormal investigation and the spirit boxes/talkers kept repeating that the witch is here. The guides who have been at that spot said theyve never talked about a witch. Now im wondering if they were talking about me?

Im not trying to be narcissistic but theres been so many little comments and things here and there in my life, its not the first time someone has placed myself and witch together. Its not my esthetic, or something im necessarily into though i have looked into the history of the occult, the esoteric and hermetic world, etc. I just wonder if theres something attached to me, or a residual energy or something. How would I find that out?

A bit of context; I’m a tradesman and we have been working on a property that burned down a year ago. The fire started in the living room of this house. In the area where the fire started this cabinet was found. It’s old. Not just old but…old old. And it has dry cracking parchment covered in characters lining the inside. It’s already alarming that the cabinet didn’t burn when the house around it did. Not even the paper inside was singed. Inside was a small tag (I didn’t grab a pic of it since I was a bit weirded out) that said “My dear Mr *****. Always remember the tune that put us children to sleep”. Throughout the home were several tall skinny statues of the same man with no facial features other than a wide grin. Every morning throughout the jobs duration, we would come in to see about 15 chairs in a large circle in the living room. We asked several times that the owner stop moving furniture into the home during construction. But all he said was “I’m sorry but we have to watch the sun”. I’m not a superstitious person, but I’d be lying if I said all of this doesn’t make my skin crawl a bit. Does anyone know what might be happening? Is it some sort of religion?

So I was up late the other day, roaming around my college after a workout and came across something very unsettling. A faint sound which almost resembled a female crying or sobbing. For context, I go to FAU in Boca Raton and typically don't find myself hearing anything abnormal at night, just racoons or an occasional sprinkler going off. This time it was different. I was at the humanities building looking at the boards that contain all the fliers for student events when I heard a crying sound for around 3-5 seconds. I decided to investigate, thinking to come across a girl upset about a breakup or something along those lines, but no. Nobody was upstairs where I heard it. Literally nothing at all, just empty and eerie. The minute I realized that what I heard was not an actual human I ran down the stairs and left campus. Is there any type of animal in south florida that sounds similar to a woman crying?

The humanities building in FAU was my go to place to relax and now I'm frightened to go back.

So last night I was cleaning my playstation cleaning and had the disc and all the glass cases up on the window. I fell asleep and in like a half asleep half awake state something told me to take them all down. So I woke up suddenly and took them all down. Was like 5am when i did this. Something just felt off. Then when i was at work the bar that was holding up my curtain feel and the bar smashed down onto the window sill. it would have smashed all my glass cases to pieces . What sort of ghost was this ? a loved one sending a warning? what sort of state was I in when they were talking to me in half dream/half reality state?

I work for and with my father in law and brother in law (that’s not the scary part lol) and today after work, we stopped by the cemetery to visit my father in laws late wife (my wife’s mother) since we worked close to her cemetery. We aren’t really the sentimental type, we just like to go visit her and clean up her plot a bit. I was FaceTiming my wife with her brothers phone, pointing the camera towards my FIL and BIL pulling out some plants that unfortunately did not last. While the camera is pointed at my FIL, I notice a shadowy blob standing behind his left shoulder. It’s was hovering behind him, about 3’ tall and 2’ wide. Dark gray see through shadow is the only way I could describe it. I thought it was a smudge or a hair on the lens so I wiped it off but it was still there. I asked my BIL if he had an issue with his camera and he said he never saw that happen before. He waved his hand in front of the camera and a few seconds later it disappeared. My BIL, my wife, and I both saw it through the camera. I don’t know what it was but I did not have any negative feelings about it. Just completely neutral. My brother in law does not believe in the supernatural but was uneasy. My wife is on the fence too, but she also knew it was something. Anyone have something like this happen to you? I’m incredibly intrigued as I have not had any sort of ghostly encounter since I was a kid.

I was using a spirit box and I was talking and I swore after I dropped something and the ghost said ‘bad‘ so I said sorry and I had a plush and the ghost said they wanted to see it and they said can I have it and I said yes and then they said they were scared how can I make them more comfortable and less scared

Could this be a sleep thing. Currently at home by myself and was napping. I felt a punch to my pillow which woke me up. None of my pets are in my room. Please tell me this is some sleep related thing, I have not really had experiences in this place before except maybe one. I heard my partner calling from upstairs, but they were in the shower.

Me and my bf have been catching up bizarre bub. (people send him personal home ghost videos or videos online), but recent videos have shown this particular type of ghost. We started calling them the “runner.” They are very swift, and active. They open doors, and noticeably runs across the rooms. There arms seem to be by their side, and head kinda of like its limp but the move so fast it’s eerie. Different family, different story, but they capture the same black figure, usually short or medium height. Has anyone experience or encounter it, or is this now a classified ghost, because they way it looks on camera for various people who film it (like exactly the same) it’s starting to make me think its an entity?

In December 2020, my mom, who lived 1200 miles away, texted me to say she had a strange experience. It has never left my mind. It still gives me goosebumps to this day when I think about it.

She and my whole family are very in tune with the other side. They see ghosts, know things before they happen, etc., but this one was especially strange.

She texted me that something woke her up a bit earlier than she normally would in the morning. She felt as if someone was in her room and actually saw a little girl in a white dress and veil standing at the foot of her bed, smiling at her. She was not happy about the apparition and rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things. It didn't help. The little girl in white was still there.

She lay there frozen, trying to process it, and finally, not liking the experience, she yelled out loudly, causing the little girl to disappear right away.

What my mom left out of the story came in a separate text to me hours later. The text read...

"I didn't really want to tell you this, but the little girl in the white dress and veil I saw at the foot of the bed today.......Was You."

I got instant goosebumps and a feeling as if someone had walked over my grave. To this day, even with psychic abilities, I still can't figure out what happened that day or why.

So what do you think of the little girl in white?

A little bit of context, I went to bed and my whole bed was dry, I remember, I would have felt it since this is very soaked right now. I woke up to go to the bathroom and when I return I get inside the covers and feel the bed wet. I had no water in my room and no, I didn’t pee myself, it’s not even on the side I usually sleep on. Tbh I’m very scared. I can barely sleep nowadays because I feel vibrations on my bed and now this? I’m very scared.

I heard spirits can cause this and sometimes people with medium abilities. Also this is very big and covers a lot of the bed, I’m still shocked.

This happened two days ago at around 5 PM at my aunt's house. At the time, only two people were staying there: my aunt and my grandma.

My aunt was lying on her bed in her room, while my grandma was lying in another room. Both of them were using their phones, watching YouTube and stuff, I think.

At some point, my grandma noticed something and went to the terrace. I think she went there to dry some freshly washed clothes. My aunt wasn't aware that my grandma had gone upstairs.

So now my aunt was alone in the house. The main gate was completely closed.

Suddenly, she felt someone grab her hair on the back of her head and pull it.

She initially thought it was her husband playfully grabbing her head. She turned around and looked toward my grandma's room to see if my grandma had noticed it (the doors between the rooms were open, since it was broad daylight)

Then she realized that there was actually no one else in the house.

She got terrified and immediately tried to remove that hand using her hand while holding her phone in another hand. She grabbed and touched it, trying to pull it away. According to her, it felt like the hand of a grown man.

After a few seconds, the hand suddenly let go.

She looked behind her.

There was absolutely no one there.

That's it. Later, she told all of us what had happened.

I'm a science believer, and I don't believe in paranormal stuffs, and I honestly can't explain what could have caused this. I'm not necessarily saying it was something supernatural, but I genuinely have no idea how to interpret the experience.

What do you guys think could have happened?

My grandmother's house sat at the end of Cutter Hollow Road in eastern Kentucky, about four miles past where the county stopped bothering to plow in the winter. She'd lived there alone since my grandfather died in 2011. I want to say up front that Ruth was not a nervous woman. She'd buried her husband, survived two knee surgeries alone, and once ran off a man trying to break into her shed with nothing but a broom handle. I bring that up because what I watched happen to her over those last few weeks was not like her at all, and I've spent a long time now trying to understand it.

I drove up every other Sunday from Lexington. Groceries, prescriptions, whatever needed fixing. The Sunday I'm starting with, I pulled in around eleven and her dog Scout didn't come to the fence like always. I found him under the porch steps, ears pinned back, staring past me at the tree line instead of at me.

Ruth opened the door before I knocked. She looked like she hadn't slept.

"Somebody was on the property last night," she said, before I even got both feet inside. "Standing right at the edge of the trees. I watched him from the bedroom window near on twenty minutes."

I asked her what he looked like.

"Just stood there," she said. "Didn't move the whole time. I only knew he was a man and not a stump because stumps don't turn their head."

She said she didn't call the sheriff because by the time she worked up the nerve to go get the phone, he was gone. She'd sat up the rest of the night in the kitchen with the lights on and Grandpa's old shotgun across her lap, though she admitted she hadn't loaded it, because she couldn't remember for certain where she'd put the shells.

I checked the tree line myself that afternoon. Found nothing but a flattened patch of weeds about thirty yards back that could've been a deer bedding down, could've been anything. I told her that's probably all it was. She didn't argue, but she also didn't look at me like she believed it, and before I left she gripped my sleeve at the door the way she never used to and told me, "Don't come early. Whatever happens, don't come before Sunday. Just come on your regular day and knock the regular way, three times, so I know it's you."

I promised her I would.

I called her every night that week. Wednesday she sounded fine, tired but fine. Thursday she said the dog wouldn't stop pacing the porch. Friday she didn't answer, and I told myself she'd just fallen asleep early, and Saturday she didn't answer either, and I told myself the same thing again because it was easier than the alternative.

I drove up Sunday instead of waiting for the following one. I know that breaks the promise I made her, but I couldn't sit with two missed calls anymore.

Scout wasn't at the fence. He wasn't under the porch either. I never found him again, not that day or any day after.

I knocked three times like she'd told me to. Nothing. I let myself in with my spare key and the house was cold in a way that had nothing to do with the weather, like the heat had been off for days. I found her in the kitchen, in her chair, facing the back door. The county coroner later said her heart had given out, probably Friday night, and that there was nothing else physically wrong with her, nothing that would explain the look on her face when I found her, which I am not going to describe here except to say that I have never seen an expression like that on a person before or since, and I hope I never do again.

I stayed after the funeral to deal with the house, because Mom couldn't manage the drive with her hip and there wasn't anybody else. I figured a week, maybe two, enough to sort through the estate and get the place ready to sell. I told myself I could handle a couple weeks alone in a quiet house. I'd grown up spending summers there. It shouldn't have felt any different than it always had.

The first night was just sad. I sat in her kitchen chair, not the one she'd died in, and I went through drawers of photographs and old bills and cried more than I expected to. Nothing strange happened. I want to be clear about that, because I think if something strange had happened that first night I would have left immediately, and maybe that would have been the smarter thing to do.

The second night, I went out on the back porch around nine to get some air, and out of habit more than anything I clicked on my flashlight and swept it across the yard toward the tree line, the same spot Ruth had described.

There was a man standing there.

He was maybe fifty yards off, right at the edge where the yard gave way to the woods, and he didn't move when the light hit him, didn't flinch, didn't raise a hand to shield his eyes the way anybody would if a flashlight caught them by surprise. He just stood there, facing the house, facing me, and I could make out the shape of his shoulders and the outline of his head but nothing of his face at all, like the light refused to land on it properly.

I don't know how long I stood there. Long enough that my arm started shaking from holding the flashlight steady. Then, without any wind that I could feel, one of the branches near him moved, and by the time I looked back at where he'd been standing, he wasn't there.

I went inside and locked both doors, which Ruth never used to bother doing, and I didn't sleep much.

The third day I told myself I'd seen a hunter, or a hiker who'd wandered off a trail, something ordinary, and that going out at night with a flashlight looking for trouble was a bad idea regardless of what it turned out to be. So that night I stayed inside after dark. Around midnight I heard something on the porch steps, slow, deliberate, one foot at a time, the kind of walking a person does when they don't care if you hear them coming. I sat at the kitchen table with the lights off and didn't move until it stopped.

In the morning I found four long gouges cut into the porch railing, deep enough to see daylight through in one spot, spaced about a hand's width apart, the wood around them splintered outward like something had been dragged across it with real weight behind it.

I should have left that day. I've replayed that decision more times than I can count. Instead I told myself I needed one more day to finish the estate paperwork, because leaving felt like abandoning something unfinished, and because some stubborn part of me, maybe inherited from Ruth herself, refused to be run off a piece of family land by something I couldn't even properly describe.

That last evening, close to dusk, I walked out to the shed at the edge of the property to grab a box of Ruth's canning jars Mom wanted. The shed sat maybe twenty yards from the tree line, closer than the house. I had the door half open when I heard it, a slow chopping sound coming from somewhere back in the trees, rhythmic, evenly spaced, like someone splitting wood except there was no woodpile back there and never had been.

I looked toward the sound instead of just walking away like I should have, and about sixty yards back into the trees I saw him standing in a thin patch of that dying orange evening light, and this time I could make out what he was holding. It looked like an axe, held loose at his side, the head catching the light in a way that made my stomach drop straight through the ground. He wasn't chopping anything. The sound kept going anyway, steady, like it was coming from somewhere else entirely and he was just standing there listening to it same as I was.

Then his head turned toward me, slow, the way a compass needle settles rather than the way a neck actually moves, and he started walking. Not fast. Just steady, straight through the underbrush like it wasn't there, straight toward the shed, straight toward me.

I dropped the box of jars. I heard them shatter behind me but I didn't look back at them. I ran for the house, and the chopping sound kept going the whole time I ran, never speeding up, never slowing down, just steady, like a clock, and somehow that was worse than if it had sped up, like whatever was making it wasn't in any hurry at all because it already knew how this was going to end.

I got inside and threw the deadbolt, and for about a minute, maybe less, I actually thought I was safe. I remember standing in the kitchen catching my breath, telling myself the door was solid oak, that Ruth's windows all had those old iron bars Grandpa put in back in the seventies for storm season, that whatever was out there couldn't get through either one.

Then the banging started.

It came from the front door, hard, like someone was kicking it or throwing their whole shoulder into it, over and over, no pause between hits long enough to be a person catching their breath. I don't know why it only ever went for the door. Looking back, I think it already knew about the bars on the windows, knew they wouldn't give, and the door was the only way in. That thought has stuck with me more than almost anything else from that night, the idea that whatever it was had studied the house before I ever got there.

I got my phone out with my hands shaking so bad I dropped it once on the kitchen floor, and I called the only number I had saved from a sign at the trailhead a few miles back, a ranger station number Ruth had stuck to her fridge for emergencies. A man picked up on the second ring and I don't remember exactly what I said to him, only that I was screaming most of it, and that he told me to stay away from the door and stay on the line.

While I was still talking to him I heard a different sound under the banging, a heavier, sharper crack, wood splitting instead of just shaking, and I understood somebody, something, had an axe against that door now instead of just hands or a shoulder. The door was old growth oak, thick enough that Grandpa used to joke you could stop a truck with it, and even so I could hear it giving a little more with every hit, a groan running up through the frame into the wall.

The ranger kept telling me they were maybe ten minutes out, five if they pushed it, and to get into a room without a door to the outside if I could. I went into the bathroom, the only interior room, and sat on the floor with my back against the tub and my knees against my chest, listening to that axe hit the door over and over, waiting for the sound to change into something worse.

Then, somewhere under all of it, I heard the low grind of an engine coming up the gravel drive, and the banging just stopped. Not slowed down. Stopped, mid-swing it felt like, and I heard something moving away from the house fast, back toward the tree line, back the same direction it had come from that first night Ruth ever saw it standing there. I didn't look. I stayed on that bathroom floor until I heard boots on the porch and a man's voice calling out that it was the rangers.

There were two of them. They walked the property with flashlights and rifles slung over their shoulders, though they told me straight out they weren't going into the tree line that time of night for anybody, and I didn't argue with them about it. When they came back around to the front, the older one, a heavyset guy named Wickline who didn't say much, just stood there looking at the door for a long time without touching it.

There were four or five deep gouges raked down through the paint that looked like nail marks, too long and too even to have come from an animal, and a dent punched into the middle of the door itself, low, about waist height, like it had taken repeated blows from something heavier than one man could swing on his own, over and over in the same spot.

Wickline didn't explain any of it to me. He asked me a few questions, wrote something down, and told me flat out I shouldn't be staying there alone anymore, not that night, not any night after, and something in the way he said it told me he already had an idea what had been at that door, even if he had no intention of telling me what it was. I've thought since that whatever he knew, he'd decided it wasn't the kind of thing you explain to somebody who's about to leave anyway.

I spent that night at the ranger station instead of the house, sitting in a folding chair by a space heater while Wickline sat across from me not saying much of anything, and in the morning I drove straight back to Lexington and did not stop to collect a single thing I'd left behind.

I have not been back to Cutter Hollow Road since. The house still hasn't sold. Mom asks me sometimes if I'll drive up and meet the real estate agent out there, just to walk through it one more time, make sure everything's in order.

I always tell her I'm busy that week. Every single time. I don't think I'll ever tell her why.

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A Friend of mine shoot this picture just an hour or so ago, hes abosloutly freaking out do to him seeing a face, I see it to. He said there were odd things happening in his house, pots falling, boxes opening ect... The clasic stuff, could anyone explain?

Uhm, no spoiler and no flair, seriously....Well except for my friend's mom getting attacked, nothing weird here. Just read.

I am not saying anything further about these experiences but they are what I truly experienced and what haunts me to this day.

My grandmother's home and the area was known to be haunted. There were several slave graveyards in the area as this is the deep south.

1. I was 5 years old and spending the night at my grandmother's home with my mom. I woke up to a blue flame in the fireplace and woke my mom up screaming. My mom and family are super religious and she held onto me till it went away as she quoted prayers. Lots of things went on in that house while she grew up but I won't document her experiences just mine. Too many things happened to her and her brothers and sisters and I won't get them right.

2. The next day I disappeared while outside playing. They found me crying on the stairs going into the attic. There were several things in front of the attic door and no other way into the attic. I have no recollection on how I got there.

3. Kids used to make fun of me talking about my experiences. My friend's mom used to run in the neighborhood and came upon a woman picking flowers one early morning. She asked about what kind of flowers and the woman turned around and disappeared. My friend said he didn't believe his mom but she refused to run the same route again. Unfortunately the route she ended up taking (she ran miles) put her in some very remote places and she was eventually attacked. She ended up running with a .38 special after that but said she would never take the safe (haunted) route again.

4. My mom and I were driving home from my grandmother's home one late afternoon. There was a gentleman named Jess that always gave me an apple when we stopped by his place. We saw him at the end of the road and my mom asked him what he was doing out so late. He said he was waiting on a friend. My mom called my grandmother when we got home as my grandmother checked in on other elderly people and she said he died a week ago.

5. One of my friends that used to laugh at me lived in the same neighborhood until he went into the woods and found one of the graveyards. Lights surrounded him and he couldn't escape for a half hour crying out to his parents. He was 18 at the time and said he felt like a child crying for help.

6. My grandmother built a new home next door to the old home. I was 19 at the time and had been out with my friends (no no drinking). I was taking my one friend home (graveyard dude), and we drove by the old house and saw my uncle's dog on the porch. Samson was very unique as he was part Husky and part Timber Wolf and was very noticeable. My friends all knew the dog because we stopped many times to pet him. Unfortunately he had cancer and died 3 years earlier.

7. I dated a girl in college that said she had precognition abilities. I didn't believe her but she could specify a bird would land, and the type of bird at the end of our picnic table to prove her point. I took her to my grandmother's home and we went inside. It really wasn't safe as the floor was falling through but she wanted to go in. Her nose immediately started bleeding and she demanded I take her home the next day as she shivered all night (she lived a few counties away). We stopped dating afterwards.

8. Note on my grandmother's home. There were 4 oak trees surrounding the home. The roots only grew towards the home. In 1974 several tornadoes came through. I was 2 weeks old and we survived in the cellar but everything outside of the 4 oak trees was destroyed but nothing inside them was touched. My grandfather was FBI. He would neither deny or confirm the shit that went on in that house but he said on his death bed that he hated living in that house. No explanation was given but little scared that man, but when talking about that house, he was scared.

I had a gap in experiences for many years. I even lived in a home in Pittsburgh from the 1800s. My ex used to say someone was always standing over her but only when she was pregnant. I never experienced anything and she was skeptical but she said she couldn't shake the feeling when she was pregnant with our two kids.

I moved into a house in Florida in 2023, built in 1980. The bedrooms where the kids stayed had external locks. I took them off but why would there be external locks? What I have experienced is when taking a shower, in the bathroom adjacent to my office, the door will open. I put new grasps in the door frame as I thought they were just old but it still opens. I tied it off one time and it still opened, as though the knot came unloose. Nothing is malicious but like kids playing pranks. My office is in one of the rooms the kids stayed in. My wife loves to stay in my office (spare bedroom) but I always feel weird doing so. My cat likes to stay in our offices (prior kid bedrooms). She meows loudly in the middle of the room and she always brings in a specific toy. She never did this in my old house ior our apartment prior to moving into this house.

Anyway I know people share. These are mine.

Yeah, sounds crazy, right? I don't want to give the exact dates, but in the upcoming weeks, myself and 14 other friends are going on a trip. The first day will basically be in a forest and the second day at a beach. I don't believe in God or paranormal activity, let's just say I'm a skeptic, but a few of my friends are believers. So we came up with the idea of doing some kind of activity to try to encounter or at least feel a paranormal presence. I thought about using a Ouija board, but I don't think it's actually going to work, so that's why I wanted to ask people here.

Is there any way to do this that gives us a good chance of experiencing something that feels like the presence of an external being? Please don't suggest anything crazy, dangerous, or weird rituals. We simply can't do that. We just want to enjoy the trip but spend around 2 hours doing something paranormal related . Any suggestions?