Tell Me About A Paranormal Experience You Have Had.

[marsikk]

So I have some:
Once we were just going to bed and it was dark only my parents' room and mine and my sister's room were lit and my dog at one point started barking where the front door was as if there was something there while barking she was pulling back I was scared 'cause I know that dog can see things that we can't.

This story may seems fake to you but I swear it's not. When I was 5 and my sister was around 1 we were playnig in our bedroom and the door was half closed and our dad sometimes come to see what we were doing. Then when I turned to the door to see if our dad is here I saw 2 yellow eyes that were watching us me and my sister looked to each other and then when I looked again to the door the eyes were gone.

I tell this story before but I thing I need to do it again. Ok, so I was alone in our room and just listen to music on my earphones everything was fine until I hear a weird sound and then I saw the drawer was shaking at first I thought it was an eartquake but nothing else was shaking expect the drawer. It was weird and scary

Also sometimes when I am alone in the room I have that feeling like someone is here with me and watching me even thought I am alone I don't know if you have this feeling sometimes.

 

[woosungsrose]

last night i had my earbuds in and was listening to music. 2YA2YAO by Super Junior came on, so i was jumping around like an idiot and just having fun. until one of my candles fell off my dresser (thank god it wasn't lit). i thought that maybe since i was jumping, it was shaking the dresser and knocked it off. but the more i thought about it, it wasn't even near the edge of my dresser. and i always jump around in my room when i am listing to music, and nothing has ever fell off my dresser

 

[ℓσσηανєяѕє]

last night i had my earbuds in and was listening to music. 2YA2YAO by Super Junior came on, so i was jumping around like an idiot and just having fun. until one of my candles fell off my dresser (thank god it wasn't lit). i thought that maybe since i was jumping, it was shaking the dresser and knocked it off. but the more i thought about it, it wasn't even near the edge of my dresser. and i always jump around in my room when i am listing to music, and nothing has ever fell off my dresser

The ghost said “ma’am, I am trying to sleep.”

 

[woosungsrose]

The ghost said “ma’am, I am trying to sleep.”

i stg cjfbjfn

 

[ℓσσηανєяѕє]

Last night after my kids went to bed, I was sitting in my room, and had my ear buds in, but hadn’t started listening to music yet, because I was making my Yoongi layout and I swear on everything, I heard, what I thought was my dad, call my name. So I got up and opened my door, to see if he was still awake. He was watching tv, so I went out to the living room, asking if he called me and he said no. So I said “well, I heard someone say my name and it sounded like your voice.” Y’all this man goes “hearing things is the first sign of schizophrenia.” I was like “don’t fucking play with me lol it was probably just a ghost.” And he goes “but it sounded like me?” And I was like “okay, maybe it was a wendigo, damn. Idk. But if I die, then I guess it was a wendigo.” But it was so clear.

 

[ℓσσηανєяѕє]

i stg cjfbjfn

It do be like that lmfao

 

[woosungsrose]

It do be like that lmfao

the dresser really said "you doing this again? TO THE SAME SONG?"

 

[ℓσσηανєяѕє]

the dresser really said "you doing this again? TO THE SAME SONG?"

The ghost standing in the corner of your room like:

bruh, you see this shit? Watch this. *throws candle*

 

[woosungsrose]

The ghost standing in the corner of your room like:

bruh, you see this shit? Watch this. *throws candle*

MY DAD HEARD ME LAUGHING AND SAID "YOU BETTER BE LAUGHING AT THAT HOMEWORK"

 

[ℓσσηανєяѕє]

MY DAD HEARD ME LAUGHING AND SAID "YOU BETTER BE LAUGHING AT THAT HOMEWORK"

NOT THE HOMEWORK

 

[BiasWreck]

This happened when I was about 7 or 8. I went to a friend's house, and we were having fun. She had this porcelain doll in her room and I never liked it. It gave a bad vibe. That night we were trying to sleep when I heard a noise that was something between a shuffling and the noise you hear when a glass or something falls over but doesn't break. I opened my eyes a bit wider, as they were only half-open out of sleepiness. I swear I saw the doll moving, and then it fell over onto the floor and shattered. A shard of the eye came really close to my face (we were on the floor because we couldn't fit on the bed) and it just scared the living crap out of me. I woke up the next morning feeling like I was being watched, which didn't help. The girl's brother got blamed for breaking the doll even though he wasn't in the room or anywhere near us when it happened, and they have moved out of that house since then. It was just- a lot

 

[ℓσσηανєяѕє]

This happened when I was about 7 or 8. I went to a friend's house, and we were having fun. She had this porcelain doll in her room and I never liked it. It gave a bad vibe. That night we were trying to sleep when I heard a noise that was something between a shuffling and the noise you hear when a glass or something falls over but doesn't break. I opened my eyes a bit wider, as they were only half-open out of sleepiness. I swear I saw the doll moving, and then it fell over onto the floor and shattered. A shard of the eye came really close to my face (we were on the floor because we couldn't fit on the bed) and it just scared the living crap out of me. I woke up the next morning feeling like I was being watched, which didn't help. The girl's brother got blamed for breaking the doll even though he wasn't in the room or anywhere near us when it happened, and they have moved out of that house since then. It was just- a lot

My porcelain dolls used to move too. At least I think they did. No one believed me but I know they did. They would never be in the same spot or position when I woke up the following morning

 

[renbow]

Not that spooky but when I'm home alone and sleep upstairs in my room I always think ghosts are partying downstairs because of the noise you almost never pay attention to during daytime.
Oh actually I just remembered one time I was sleeping and I could've sworn I heard the water running in the bathroom (which is right next to my bedroom) although none was using it and some other time I was sleeping again and I felt sharp fingers touching my face.
And another time (again) I was sleeping (again lol) in a position with my face/stomach down and I felt big pressure from behind like somebody was almost trying to bury my face even deeper in the pillow (I was in a half awake-half asleep state) whereas I could hear that it was suddenly very windy around me and something like a dark shadow was slowly covering all of my vision. I managed to wake up with some difficulty so I guessed it could've been a form of sleep paralysis (?) I dunno. There was none actually there when I woke up so I don't think it was an assassination attempt against me lol.

In conclusion maybe that's why I have sleeping issues lol.

 

[moonlight]

something shakes my bed towards the end and it happens frequently. I also heard a female voice singing once faintly when I had my radio on....

 

[anmybeloved]

after my friend Toshi passed away I kept running into little T's everywhere I went, whether it was written on paper, a magnet, foam, it was just always a T,, idk i just thought it was cool and kinda paranormal!

 

[Leelu-Is-Dead]

WARNING-- animal carcass, murder, scary stuff

I used to live on a 36-acre farm about 45 minutes away from where I live now. I have many fond memories of this house. We had a barn, Quonset hut, and a few other small buildings, however the barn is the focus of this story. To explain the context of this story however, we need to go back about 90 or so years. The "founder" of our street, Fred Cox, didn't originally own his land. The story goes that he wanted to have a house near Lick Creek, which runs through all the land accredited to the street. But the land was occupied by a small village of Cherokee Indians, which are a huge part of our area's history. The Cherokee wouldn't give up the land though, because the creek and forests supplied an abundance of food, and if they moved, they might not be able to feed their little town. Cox wasn't going to give up the land though, so he set up camp on the other side of the creek, hidden in the greenery. Mind you, this man has a large family and some friends accompanying him, so he easily had 20 - 25 people on his side. In the quiet of the night, he and around 10 young men burned and ransacked their village, slaughtering all but a few women and babies, who were forced to leave. On that land is where my house was. Years later, his elderly son Richard Cox lived just up the gravel road from us. Anyways, we used to keep cattle for a friend who didn't have enough land on his farm, and we got a cut of the money that was earned from his meat business. We kept a variety of animals on our farm, but the cows will be the main focus.

One of the cows went missing one day when we counted them in the morning, so me and my little sister took it upon ourselves to find it. A few hours later, we found the cow's skeleton. It was only gone since that morning, so there was no way it would be bones already. On closer inspection, though, there were slivers of meat with teeth marks left on the bones, much like how a dog would leave a meaty bone from the pet store. It was eaten. I mean, we had coyotes in the area, but they couldn't get through our fence, and they couldn't have caught, eaten, and escaped without us hearing. Coyotes are damn loud. On our walk back, I felt uneasy. Like the trees were looking at me. Like they wanted to eat me, too. I didn't sleep well that night. The next day the skull of the cow was gone and placed on a tree. None of us had done it, and our nearest neighbors were crackheads who never came onto our property. Not like they could, the whole place was gated in. That night I went to go check the traps in the barn, as we were trying to catch a possum who had eaten a few of our chickens. Nothing. When I looked up, however, standing in front of me were two ghost figures; a young Cherokee boy and a woman who appeared to be his mother. They looked like real people, and I thought they were at first. The little boy pointed at me like I had done something wrong, and then the mother turned into the tree with the skull on it, but with eyes and legs, and ate the son. I ran so fast I put holes in the bottom of my little pink crocs. I had nightmares for years. So glad we moved.

I never liked that barn.

 

[BiasWreck]

WARNING-⚠- animal carcass, murder, scary stuff

I used to live on a 36-acre farm about 45 minutes away from where I live now. I have many fond memories of this house. We had a barn, Quonset hut, and a few other small buildings, however the barn is the focus of this story. To explain the context of this story however, we need to go back about 90 or so years. The "founder" of our street, Fred Cox, didn't originally own his land. The story goes that he wanted to have a house near Lick Creek, which runs through all the land accredited to the street. But the land was occupied by a small village of Cherokee Indians, which are a huge part of our area's history. The Cherokee wouldn't give up the land though, because the creek and forests supplied an abundance of food, and if they moved, they might not be able to feed their little town. Cox wasn't going to give up the land though, so he set up camp on the other side of the creek, hidden in the greenery. Mind you, this man has a large family and some friends accompanying him, so he easily had 20 - 25 people on his side. In the quiet of the night, he and around 10 young men burned and ransacked their village, slaughtering all but a few women and babies, who were forced to leave. On that land is where my house was. Years later, his elderly son Richard Cox lived just up the gravel road from us. Anyways, we used to keep cattle for a friend who didn't have enough land on his farm, and we got a cut of the money that was earned from his meat business. We kept a variety of animals on our farm, but the cows will be the main focus.

One of the cows went missing one day when we counted them in the morning, so me and my little sister took it upon ourselves to find it. A few hours later, we found the cow's skeleton. It was only gone since that morning, so there was no way it would be bones already. On closer inspection, though, there were slivers of meat with teeth marks left on the bones, much like how a dog would leave a meaty bone from the pet store. It was eaten. I mean, we had coyotes in the area, but they couldn't get through our fence, and they couldn't have caught, eaten, and escaped without us hearing. Coyotes are damn loud. On our walk back, I felt uneasy. Like the trees were looking at me. Like they wanted to eat me, too. I didn't sleep well that night. The next day the skull of the cow was gone and placed on a tree. None of us had done it, and our nearest neighbors were crackheads who never came onto our property. Not like they could, the whole place was gated in. That night I went to go check the traps in the barn, as we were trying to catch a possum who had eaten a few of our chickens. Nothing. When I looked up, however, standing in front of me were two ghost figures; a young Cherokee boy and a woman who appeared to be his mother. They looked like real people, and I thought they were at first. The little boy pointed at me like I had done something wrong, and then the mother turned into the tree with the skull on it, but with eyes and legs, and ate the son. I ran so fast I put holes in the bottom of my little pink crocs. I had nightmares for years. So glad we moved.

I never liked that barn.

Holy crap okay- Also YES CHANNIEEEEE

 

[loonatheworld !]

This happened when I was about 7 or 8. I went to a friend's house, and we were having fun. She had this porcelain doll in her room and I never liked it. It gave a bad vibe. That night we were trying to sleep when I heard a noise that was something between a shuffling and the noise you hear when a glass or something falls over but doesn't break. I opened my eyes a bit wider, as they were only half-open out of sleepiness. I swear I saw the doll moving, and then it fell over onto the floor and shattered. A shard of the eye came really close to my face (we were on the floor because we couldn't fit on the bed) and it just scared the living crap out of me. I woke up the next morning feeling like I was being watched, which didn't help. The girl's brother got blamed for breaking the doll even though he wasn't in the room or anywhere near us when it happened, and they have moved out of that house since then. It was just- a lot

That’s pure nightmare fuel

 

[Leelu-Is-Dead]

Holy crap okay- Also YES CHANNIEEEEE

wholesome channie

 

[BiasWreck]

wholesome channie

We love Channie ^ - ^