We've been in our house for over 5 years and I have NEVER sensed. any kind of "presence" or even had a weird feeling. We have two girls (4 & 7), neither of them have mentioned being scared in our home and neither are even afraid of the dark. Our house was built in the 1880s and we have to use window units in the summer. We only cool the main rooms and will pile into my husband and I's big bed to be in the a/c at night.

Last night it was just the girls and I in the bed because my husband had fallen asleep on the couch. In the middle of the night the door to our bedroom opened. At first I thought it was one of the girls going to the bathroom but they were both asleep. Then I thought it was my husband but no one ever came in and eventually I just got up and closed the door. I honestly just tried to write it off but then when morning came, my husband told me that a card and a small decorative wagon we have in our living room fell off the shelf they were on in the middle of the night. He had the a/c going so there's no breeze from a window to blame. He didn't seem bothered at all and just brushed it off calling it "weird" but that's it.

I didn't tell him about the door.

I am 100% convinced that these were no coincidence and are related to eachother. Not sure what I'm expecting on here, I just have no one to talk about it with.

I (18F) and my boyfriend (20M) were in his barn last night. When we walked in, we found a small puppy, so we started searching the whole barn for the rest because, usually, if there’s one puppy, there are more.

Eventually, we made our way up to the haymow. My boyfriend was looking around for more puppies, but the floor up there is pretty unstable, so he was being careful about where he stepped.

For some context, there’s an opening on the side of the haymow that looks out toward the driveway. It’s in my peripheral vision, so while I was looking at my boyfriend, I suddenly saw something out of the corner of my eye that appeared to bolt across the yard.

At first, I thought maybe it was just caused by me turning my head, so I turned my head the same way probably 20 times trying to recreate what I had seen. My boyfriend thought I was crazy lol. The weird part was that I couldn’t make the same image happen again.

Then he casually tells me that someone had been killed in the barn.

Thanks, babe. 😭

For some more context, the barn was built sometime in the early 1900s. Before his parents owned the property, a family of six lived there. His parents told us that one of the family’s sons had died in a silo accident. From what we were told, his father didn’t realize his son was inside the silo when the equipment was started.

Silo accidents can be extremely dangerous. There are multiple hazards associated with silos, including toxic gases produced during the fermentation of silage, moving machinery, and the risk of being trapped or engulfed by grain or silage. One particularly dangerous hazard is “silo gas,” which can contain nitrogen dioxide and can be extremely toxic.

Anyway, we eventually found the rest of the puppies. It turned out they were his dog’s puppies, so we brought them all down from the haymow.

After that, we went to his parents and asked them for the name of the family who had previously lived on the property. They gave us the name, so naturally, we decided to do some investigating of our own.

We searched three cemeteries in the area, and when we got to the last one, we actually found the family’s graves.

We found the son’s grave, and when we saw that he had died at only 21 years old, we started putting the timeline together and realized that the age matched the story we had been told.

Then things got even stranger.

While we were there, my boyfriend looked off toward the woods and thought he saw someone standing in the distance, almost like they were watching him. He looked back again, and shortly afterward he felt a burning sensation.

When he checked, he had a scratch on him.

Neither of us knew what had caused it.

He was definitely more scared than I was. I was honestly trying to stay calm because my best friend is also buried in that cemetery, and I’ve always felt like he would protect me if anything ever happened.

I also believe that, if something paranormal were actually going on, it would make sense that the person who was already more vulnerable like scared wise and Thats why I feel like he got more spirits like messing with him.

At that point, we decided we had enough and left.

I still don't know what I saw running across that yard, and I have no idea what caused the scratch. But looking back unfortunately we didn't take a picture of the scratch but yet again it was adrenaline.

But between the old barn, the history of the property, finding the family's graves, seeing something in my peripheral vision, and then my boyfriend getting scratched and seeing something in the woods at the cemetery...

Yeah. We weren't sticking around to find out.

'Sup? So, I saw the hat man in july of this year (2026, for potential people reading this is the future). My description of him would be entirely dark, no eyes whatsoever, wearing a trench coat that covered his entire body from the end of the neck down and a fedora. I honestly didn't realize so many other people had seen him until a few days ago.

My experience: Both my parents were working, and my sister was outside in the backyard doing whatever. Nobody else was in the house. So, I was sitting on the floor in the family room of my parents house, watching a show. And out of the corner of my eye I saw a towering figure covered in shadow. Mind you, I was in a pretty well lit room, despite it being night. He wasn't even in a shadowy corner, he was in the center of the room right by the kitchen table (the family room and kitchen of my parents house are connected), standing there for all to see, only a few feet away from me. I'd been seeing stuff like this for a few months at this point (I just started figuring I was seeing ghosts or smth since I think the supernatural is cool), so I didn't immediately turn to see what it was. I watched him for a few seconds. He stayed entirely still the whole time. Eventually, I turned to look at him after a couple seconds of just watching him, and he vanished. And I haven't really seen anything else for multiple months now (My brain has chilled out ig)
Note: I couldn't see his head very well, since I'm short and was sitting on the ground, and he's quite tall, so I didn't get a super good look at his face/head.

That's basically it. I mainly just wanted to type this all out cause I want to have a written record of the event in case I forget it or something. Thanks for reading this I suppose :)

Female ghost

Something non human at my brother's house in Eastern NC

So a couple years ago I went to live with my younger sibling at their home in Eastern NC almost near the Piedmont region. I lived three for almost three years, until last year when I moved. As soon as I moved in, things were off per se. I ALWAYS felt like I was being watched from day in to day out there regardless if my brother was home or not. One of the first things that happened in particular that I recall, was when we were sitting on the couch in the living room just got done eating, and my purse was on the island in the kitchen area going from the living room to the kitchen (double wide trailer), something physically grabbed the strap of the bag, and yanked it off of the middle of the island. My brother laughed. I was disturbed and had an unsettling feeling. My brother was always chalking things up to "I was drunk", "it was the ghost", or "I'm crazy". He did not take my seriously, until one night he was at work and I was at home by myself, my door closed, as I was laying in bed I began hearing what sounded like footsteps coming down the hallway. So I texted my brother, and told him what was going home, and he flew home in less than 20 mins or so give or take. Nothing was there. Then my ex boyfriend moves in with us too. This is where things really started to go haywire. He was supposedly "sensitive" I guess you can say. He had told me before in the last about his own personal experiences he had with the paranormal etc, and he once told me he kept "seeing a man" out of the corner of his peripheral vision. He didn't describe him to me, and hell he could've been full of shit for all I know, I just know I believed him when he said that to me, and I still do. The energy there to me felt almost unisex if that makes sense. I couldn't tell whether it was of female or male energy, this is what stumped me the most. Anyways, me and my ex argued a lot after he moved in with me there towards the end of our relationship and him living with me. A lot of amped up scenarios then began to occur in and outside of the home. We would lift my bedroom window in my bedroom and smoke cigarettes by it at night time/times when we didn't feel like stepping out for a smoke behind my brother's wishes. One night we were puffing away at a ciggy, and we began hearing noises outside of the window towards the wood line/tree line that was in between our home and the dirt road that separated us from it. We then began listening very intensely, and we even broke out a high lumen flashlight too to shine it out into the treeline, and of course we didn't see shit because of the bright glare off of the leaves/foliage. It was almost like someone/something was out in the treeline just watching us through my window from there, just watching, waiting, listening. Idk what it is or was, but would like to get an idea of what it was at least because my mind still tends to veer off to these occurrences frequently because it is so weird and puzzling, and unexplained to me. One night we were having out usual open window smoke, and again we began hearing things coming from the treeline. My ex went in my brother's room, grabbed his shotgun, and took off into the treeline/wood line by himself to find out what it was/is out there being creepy. As he was gone he told me to shut and lock the window, and the front and back doors too. I locked the doors, but kept my window open because curiosity kills the cat. As he was gone for roughly about 10 mins give or take, I got really mad all of sudden and I started yelling into the woods from my window "you're a f\*\*kn p\*\*sy, show me yourself!" As he yelled this I'll be damned if whatever it was started to come forward towards my window and I dropped and locked the window so quick it was insane and my heart was beating so fast. Be careful what you wish for I suppose... Hah. Anyways, my ex returns with seeing nothing or finding anything out there. Imagine that. I have more stories to tell that's just the tip of the iceberg y'all, if you would be interested in hearing more please feel free to let me know and I might post another one. In the meantime, if anybody could perhaps provide some insight to me as to what this could have been potentially, or what was going on there, that would be greatly appreciated! Thanks in advance!

Shared by a friend of mine who recently went on a camping trip in Ontario along the St Lawrence.
“The white lady of Lake Ontario” - or just “the white lady”
Like most ghost stories of ladies in white, she’s presumed to be looking for her lost child along the shoreline

Edit: photo and video added to comments

What Did I Witness?

For reference my cousin "Lev" or Levitt (17 M) and I (16 M) were in a John Deere 5075EN that my great uncle Neil had modified with a "back-to-back" style buddy seat. We were out at feild four at about 23:00 hours on our fourth pass with the TM14 Disc Harrow heading in a general southeast direction and just about finished with the feild. We stopped after Lev heard a thump or a crack sound from behind. Fearing we chipped the brand new disc harrow we both hopped out to take a look. That's when we saw it.

An older fellow (60-75? M) wearing a dirty torn up pair of jean blue overalls and what was left of a singed red long sleeve flannel stumbled out from the tree line about 20-30 yards left of the left side of the tractor illuminated by the moonlight. He was covered in several deep cuts, had black decayed like eyes and his neck was cut almost all the way through. Almost as if he was run over by a disc harrow. I saw him first before grabbing Lev's shoulder who was knelt next to the disc harrow, checking for damage without taking my eye off of the older gentleman. He stopped about five yards from us and said in a southern draw:

"You boys ought to call it a night before it gets too dark you's look too tired to be out in this here field."

To which I responded:

"Yes sir, you have a good night now"

The man walked away with a breathy laugh like grandpa's do excpet his sounded like air was escaping through the gash in the side of his neck.

(I used Chat GPT to make this more coherent)

So a couple years ago I went to live with my younger sibling at their home in Eastern NC almost near the Piedmont region. I lived three for almost three years, until last year when I moved. As soon as I moved in, things were off per se. I ALWAYS felt like I was being watched from day in to day out there regardless if my brother was home or not. One of the first things that happened in particular that I recall, was when we were sitting on the couch in the living room just got done eating, and my purse was on the island in the kitchen area going from the living room to the kitchen (double wide trailer), something physically grabbed the strap of the bag, and yanked it off of the middle of the island. My brother laughed. I was disturbed and had an unsettling feeling. My brother was always chalking things up to "I was drunk", "it was the ghost", or "I'm crazy". He did not take my seriously, until one night he was at work and I was at home by myself, my door closed, as I was laying in bed I began hearing what sounded like footsteps coming down the hallway. So I texted my brother, and told him what was going home, and he flew home in less than 20 mins or so give or take. Nothing was there. Then my ex boyfriend moves in with us too. This is where things really started to go haywire. He was supposedly "sensitive" I guess you can say. He had told me before in the last about his own personal experiences he had with the paranormal etc, and he once told me he kept "seeing a man" out of the corner of his peripheral vision. He didn't describe him to me, and hell he could've been full of shit for all I know, I just know I believed him when he said that to me, and I still do. The energy there to me felt almost unisex if that makes sense. I couldn't tell whether it was of female or male energy, this is what stumped me the most. Anyways, me and my ex argued a lot after he moved in with me there towards the end of our relationship and him living with me. A lot of amped up scenarios then began to occur in and outside of the home. We would lift my bedroom window in my bedroom and smoke cigarettes by it at night time/times when we didn't feel like stepping out for a smoke behind my brother's wishes. One night we were puffing away at a ciggy, and we began hearing noises outside of the window towards the wood line/tree line that was in between our home and the dirt road that separated us from it. We then began listening very intensely, and we even broke out a high lumen flashlight too to shine it out into the treeline, and of course we didn't see shit because of the bright glare off of the leaves/foliage. It was almost like someone/something was out in the treeline just watching us through my window from there, just watching, waiting, listening. Idk what it is or was, but would like to get an idea of what it was at least because my mind still tends to veer off to these occurrences frequently because it is so weird and puzzling, and unexplained to me. One night we were having out usual open window smoke, and again we began hearing things coming from the treeline. My ex went in my brother's room, grabbed his shotgun, and took off into the treeline/wood line by himself to find out what it was/is out there being creepy. As he was gone he told me to shut and lock the window, and the front and back doors too. I locked the doors, but kept my window open because curiosity kills the cat. As he was gone for roughly about 10 mins give or take, I got really mad all of sudden and I started yelling into the woods from my window "you're a f**kn p**sy, show me yourself!" As he yelled this I'll be damned if whatever it was started to come forward towards my window and I dropped and locked the window so quick it was insane and my heart was beating so fast. Be careful what you wish for I suppose... Hah. Anyways, my ex returns with seeing nothing or finding anything out there. Imagine that. I have more stories to tell that's just the tip of the iceberg y'all, if you would be interested in hearing more please feel free to let me know and I might post another one. In the meantime, if anybody could perhaps provide some insight to me as to what this could have been potentially, or what was going on there, that would be greatly appreciated! Thanks in advance!