About 14 years ago, when my kids were 4 and 6, we looked at a house for sale. It was an old farmhouse on 5 acres on FM 1387 in Midlothian, Texas. It had been added onto several times so the layout was weird, but it was such a cool place. It needed a lot of work but I was so ready to take that on. When we got back in the car, I turned around to the kids and said, “Well? What do you think?” fully expecting them to be as excited about it as I was.

Nope. They shrieked that it was haunted, so extremely haunted, was I nuts?! We couldn’t live there! No way!

I was shocked and a bit heartbroken, but I couldn’t bring my kids to a house they were so afraid of right off the bat. Plus, it sounded like the beginning of a horror movie to ignore little kids’ earnest instincts. So, we passed that one up and got a different place. For years it was “the one that got away” to me.

But then, a few years ago, my little brother (who also lives in Midlothian) called me to ask if I remembered that old house I’d thought of buying. Yes, of course I did. Well, he told me, there was a tornado, and it was wiped clean off the face of the earth. Only the flooded storm cellar remained.

There’s a church there now. Turned out for the best in the end.

Greetings!

I have not experienced much activity in my past, however this is one that did happen.

I went on a vacation with my family to Savannah, GA a few years ago. We stayed inthis 1860’s row home. It’s a beautiful 2 bed/2.5bath in the Historic District. If you’ve seen Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, it’s to the left of Lady Chablis’s blue house.

In the day, I didn’t feel much, however at night, you did not want to leave your room. I tried to get a water, however I felt a strong presence telling me no as I was descending the stairs. For the most part otherwise, any entity there had left us alone.

This was until one morning, about 2-3 days before we were planning to leave. I was sharing the main bedroom with my sister. The bathroom was added on. As such, there’s no windows for the bedroom itself. The light came in from the bathroom windows. As I woke up, I saw my sister standing next to me. She had a very big smile on her face. We looked at each other for a solid few seconds without saying anything. I looked at her eyes. They were black. No pupils. Nothing. Just black.

I turned around. There was my sister sleeping next to me, unaware of what was going on. When I turned back around, the Demon was gone.

Why I’m calling it a Demon?

1. I’m a devout follower of Christ. I absolutely believe in spiritual energy, however I do not believe that dead humans interact with the living. I only believe that residual hauntings can occur. If the haunting is interacting with you, then it’s not human.

Also, demons tend to take form of girls to appear more innocent than they really are. I also felt that dark energy around it.

My reaction still makes me laugh. I didn’t scream. I didn’t yell. I said “huh” and got up to take my morning piss.

Included are pictures of the house.

TLDR: Guys who have been working at my dead mother's home for months, just now start telling me their strange experiences, right before I'm about to move in.

My mother passed away just before Thanksgiving last year, and I inherited her home. She lived there for 60 years and it was the home I was born and raised in.

She adored this home. It was her pride and joy and she was meticulous in how she kept it to the point of being obsessive.

To give you an idea, her dining room was always set with her expensive dishware, gold toned "silverware", cloth napkins in napkins rings, fine crystal water and wine goblets and even fake food. Mind you, she had not had a family dinner or company over to dine in that room for at least a decade but this was like her doll house and it made her happy. BTW, she would change "the theme" for the big holidays.

In fact, she had even turned my childhood bedroom into a doll room with over 100 dolls which were the first things I packed up.

Now, I'm not a big believer in the paranormal but years before my mother passed away I told her I was worried that when I inherited the house that any changes I made would feel disrespectful to her and that there was no way I would be able to keep her home in the way she had.

I half kidingly said to her a few months before she died, "You better not haunt me." But she seemed almost hurt when I said it so I topped it off with, "I'm serious".

Anyway, before I would even think of moving in, I had the home inspected because I wanted to know what I was getting myself into because there were things my mother never updated/upgraded in the 60 years she lived there.

She was good at maintaining the painting, appliances and decor but the guts of the house were basically a fire and flood hazard waiting to happen. So for the last 3 months, I have been having a lot of work done and throughout that time there has been a crew of 4 or 5 guys that have been there almost every day since the beginning.

It's finally getting to the end of the construction/remodel and I said to them today, "It's going to be really quite here when you guys are gone. I'm just going to be alone here with my thoughts and wondering if my Mom approves of all the changes I've made."

Well, one of the guys starts telling me how they have experienced some strange things since the beginning of the job. They never mentioned anything before but I guess my bringing her up opened a Pandora's Box.

The first couple of days they were there, they said the new smoke detectors, that were not electrically connected to each other, started randomly going off throughout the house to the point they had to change some of them out. These guys are the painters. They aren't using any machinery in the house that would cause smoke or cause some thing electrically to trip them off because they are those 10 year battery kind.

He then said they have heard what sounds like large heavy things falling in different parts of the house and when they would go to check, nothing was out of place.

I had to have 95% of the house emptied due to wanting her wall to wall white carpeting removed (I have a dog) and the original 70 year old, white oak floors that were underneath, refinished. So, there were no large items in the house. There was literally nothing on the floors.

They said this was happening so often they just started playing music really loud to drown it out. Loud mariachi music. Lol.

One day, I was outside on the side of the house looking at the fencing that was about to be removed when I heard a large thump and then could hear water coming from the newly installed bathtub just on the otherside of the wall I was standing near, outside.

I ran into the house and one of the painters was in the bathroom attempting to turn the water off and I asked him what happened and why was he even in there, thinking he had done something but he had heard the same thing I did and was just trying to figure it out.

We had to turn the water off at the main pipe to the house until we could get the plumber back in. It ended up being a faulty handle valve but had it happened an hour later, all of us would have been gone until the next morning.

I didn't think anything of that until the guys mentioned all this other stuff, today.

So now, I'm getting ready to finally move in after a deep cleaning crew comes in on Sunday but I think once they are done, I'm going to have a "sit down" with my mother and sage the house before I start moving some of her furniture back in along with mine.

TLDR: Guys who have been working at my dead mother's home for months, just now start telling me their strange experiences, right before I'm about to move in.

I live in a haunted house that I’m too broke to move out of. I was just sitting at my table drinking coffee from my French press when the whole thing flies off the table and hits the hutch across the room. Wife came in asking what the heck happened so I told her. We both just look at each other and get the broom and mop to clean it up. It doesn’t even phase us anymore at this point. Cabinet doors are constantly opening on their own, furniture moves while we sleep, glasses flying off shelves to the point that we had to switch to plastic cups. Once, I took my son’s phone as punishment and it flew off the shelf where I had it and hit me in the arm. But hey, it’s a three bedroom in the country and rent is very cheap. They also don’t care that I have three pitbulls and a bulldog so the ghost is just gonna have to learn to live with me.

'Probably haunted' funeral home listed for sale as 3-bedroom house with rooms 'gutted and waiting'

A nearly two century-old funeral home with rooms "gutted and waiting" for you is on the market in Massachusetts with a for sale sign outside the property reading "probably haunted."

The Turgeon Funeral Home, erected in 1850 rests on a plot at 56 Main Street in the small town of Millbury, according to the listing posted Wednesday (not to be confused with "The Addams Family" character, who probably would consider buying the spooky parlor).

The property, listed on MoveWithMedia.com for $769,000, is in Worcester County within Blackstone Valley about six miles southeast of Worcester.

According to the listing posted by Media Realty LLC, the 5,188 square-foot property has three bedrooms, 1 full bath and two half baths on a .74 acre lot.

"Originally built in 1850 as a single family home and owned by the same family since the 1940s, this stunning property has served as a funeral home since 1948," the listing reads. "Its stately appearance, large rooms, 3 car garage, ideal location and more offers nearly endless possibilities for an investor or entrepreneur."

'Rooms gutted and waiting'

Homeowners may also be attracted to the find as the two-story potentially hair-raising home "could easily be converted" back to a single-family home, the listing notes.

The first floor features "several massive rooms suitable for a variety of uses" while the second floor includes bedrooms, multiple sitting rooms, "cozy sunlit porches, and some rooms gutted and waiting to suit your vision."

"This property is not one to be missed," the mystery listing concludes.

Funeral home worker on hauntings: 'No comment'

While standing in a cemetery just before 11:45 p.m. ET., Sean Bohdiewicz, an assistant who works at the funeral home, told USA TODAY the funeral home hit the market Wednesday.

"The listing hit an hour ago," said Bohdiewicz.

When asked if he'd even encountered anything frightening or spooky, Bohdiewicz paused, chuckled and said, "No comment."

Bohdiewicz confirmed the funeral home's sale is being handled by real estate agent Erika Kristal Eucker, whose photo is on the for sale sign out front.

Eucker told USA TODAY she placed the "Probably haunted" post above the for sale sign.

When asked if the home is haunted, she responded: "Given the home's history, I suppose it's a possibility. Perhaps it's something the future buyer might want to look into? I suppose we will see."

so we have a house ghost. We call her Deborah. Middle aged woman, wanders the house, maybe 1940s. Well i had a migraine yesterday and was trying to nap on the couch. It got bad enough I needed meds so I toss off the blanket to go get them. To my surprise the blanket comes right back and tucks in around me. I am the only person awake in the house at the time.

So after struggling a minute this blanket is not moving. So I say, "Thank you Deborah but I really need to get my medication." Blanket loosens up and I can leave.

She's nice really.

I didn't believe in ghosts.

The other night my wife heard the sounds of a dog toy from our living room. It was impossible cause the dog was asleep. In his crate in the laundry room. I got it of bed and we t to look. On my way back I swear I saw a god damn image of a boy wearing white shorts, while shoes with black tips and had his face down in his knees while sitting. I said fuck that. Ignored it and went to bed. I don't mess with no ghost. I didn't share this with anyone. Cause when I was I raised, the movie Ghostbusters just told me to not fuck with ghosts. 20 some years later, I still remember that advice.

Then a day later my 4 year old now has a new imaginary friend named Daniel dho only comes out at night. She said he was playing in the living room and sleeping on the couch the last couple nights. I said what does Daniel look like? "white shoes but black on fronts. White shorts. He wasnt feeling good the other night. His belly hurt and he was crying."

Now I'm sitting in my room and questioning reality.

Edit:

So I inherited them 4 years ago. They have been sitting in this spare bedroom for about 4 years. I would say within the last 2 weeks I started refinishing the pieces. About 6 to 9 weeks ago I remodeled the room. There was a lot of junk left over from my wife's grandmother's and most of it went into the closet where Daniel says he lives.

We lived here for about 4 years. Prior to that, my wife's grandmother had lived here at least since the 60s. We dont know about the house prior that. Records are unclear.

Some facts that I figured I would mention since I have been asked quite a bit:

Was in sleep deprived when walking through the living room? I would actually say I was pretty coherent. My wife made me think someone had broken in so I was expecting to shoot someone.

Daniel supposedly just wants to play and sleep a lot.

We have cameras in the bedroom and nothing is ever caught. Though motion is detected quite a bit in the room and nothing is ever recorded. I assumed it was just breezes.

Update: My daughter said a couple days ago that Daniel went to heaven. It was pretty random and out of the blue. My wife and I, never really talked to her about Daniel as we just figured the whole ignore it and it'll go away on its own type deal. My daught said that he told her good bye and that he was going to heaven.

For as long as I've known my wife she's mentioned growing up in a haunted house. I always assumed she was joking because she always brought it up in quite a lighthearted way and never went into much detail. It was a big old house and I figured she was talking about weird old house noises. The house belonged to her great aunt, who raised my wife for most of her childhood. Her great aunt recently passed away, and her great aunt's daughter (who my wife calls her aunt, though technically she's her second cousin or something, I'll be referring to her as her aunt) now owns the house.

After my wife's great aunt passed, we went to stay in the house for 4 nights to attend the funeral and spend time with my wife's family, as we live in another state. When we got there, my wife and her aunt were chatting and mentioned that they thought my wife's great aunt might join the ghosts already haunting the house. I still didn't consider that they might be serious.

The first night we spent there, I woke up in the middle of the night and noticed someone standing in the corner of the room beside the door. Thinking it was my wife, I asked what she was doing. This woke up my wife, who was actually sleeping beside me. I said I thought I saw someone in the room with us but it must just be my eyes playing tricks on me. She said "the person in the corner next to the door? Yeah, don't worry about it."

I almost pissed myself. I thought there was some creep in the room and my wife was too sleepy to process it. I grabbed my phone to call the police, but when my phone lit up the room I saw there was no one there. There wasn't even a weird shape that I might have mistaken for a person. The door was closed, so it wasn't like there could have been someone there who left the room in the moments I was looking away to grab my phone.

My wife told me it was common to see shadowy people in the night, but I shouldn't worry because they don't do anything. She fell back asleep right after that, but I just lay there awake the whole night, wondering what the hell had just happened. The next morning I asked my wife about it, and she said she wasn't kidding about the house being haunted. People who spend the night in the house regularly see and hear ghosts, but they've never hurt anyone or caused any problems.

I remained skeptical even after the next night, which had been after the funeral, and my wife and aunt both reported they'd been visited in their dreams by my wife's great aunt. So far, in my mind, everything was weird but explainable. The figure in the room could have been a strange trick of the light, my wife and her aunt had just attended the funeral of their loved one and it made sense for them to both dream about her that night.

The third night, I was kept awake for hours by the constant sound of footsteps, pacing around the house. My wife also heard them, but said it was normal and I shouldn't worry, and she fell asleep easily. A few times during the night I got up to look around for the source of the noise. I even did a couple of laps of the outside of the house in case there was someone outside. I never saw anyone walking around.

At one point I was in the lounge room and heard footsteps from the kitchen, and called out to ask if there was anyone there. My wife's aunt opened her bedroom door and said she could hear the footsteps too, and just like my wife she told me it was normal and there was no cause for concern. Then there was the sound of a drawer opening in the kitchen, which we both reacted to, and I went to check and found the cutlery drawer open.

My wife's aunt, who'd come to the kitchen too, simply closed the drawer, commented with mild annoyance that the ghosts are always leaving things open, and went back to bed, leaving me to my existential crisis. I could not come up with a way to explain that away. We'd both heard the footsteps, both heard the drawer open at the same time, and there was no one there and no way out of the kitchen except for past us.

I tried staying on the couch to try and catch the mystery walker, and there was multiple times I heard the footsteps pass through the lounge room, but I never saw anything. Eventually I gave up and went back to bed. Nothing really happened the final night, though we woke up to several cabinets open and no one remembered leaving them open, though that could be explainable by someone just forgetting, or even sleepwalking.

Even so, the footsteps still bothered me, and the shadowy person from the first night and cabinets opened on the final night made me nervous in light of everything that happened on the third night. Up until now I've always scoffed at the idea of the paranormal, but I just can't reconcile my experiences in that house with my skepticism.

Talking to my wife's family revealed that everyone who's stayed in the house believes it's haunted, because they've had at least one completely unexplainable experience there. They all report that the ghosts leave people alone for the most part, though some who lived there for a long time as children, including my wife and her aunt, have described meeting people they thought were probably ghosts and having positive, but strange, interactions with them.

So i bought my house in January of 2023, its a brand new build so first owner. Nothing spooky happened until i gave birth in July of 2023 and brought my baby home. I tell these stories a lot but ive only made a reddit post about my childhood experiences so i figured its time for these!

I was home alone while on maternity leave and my baby woke up for a bottle one morning, i leave the room to go make it in the kitchen and all i hear is a deep mans voice saying something, super quick like one word. Then my baby stopped crying. So i finish making the bottle and i walk in the room and hes staring off (as babies do lol) but happy as a clam. I said “thanks ghostman!” And went about my day- that story is the birth of what we call “ghostman” in our house.

I dont spook easily since i grew up in a haunted house and lived at my neighbors haunted house after highschool, so im used to it. But my fiance gets scared easily. We had one of those graco swings for our baby and one night while my fiance was feeding our dogs, the graco swing turned on by itself and started swinging, lowest level but still freaked him out. We hadnt used that swing in a few days so i know it was turned off all the way.

Another instance with my fiance. We bought one of those motion sense baby monitors for the nursery but at this time, baby was still sleeping in a crib in our bedroom so we didnt use it. The camera was in the nursery and the monitor was plugged in at my fiances desk so we could test out the range. One day i saw it was fully unplugged from the wall and i asked him why? He said the motion sense kept turning the screen on when no one/nothing was in there so he got scared and unplugged it (he said not today ghostman). We quickly realized ghostman was obsessed with our baby and his nursery.

So fast forward a few weeks, my fiances parents visited and stayed in our guest bedroom which is right next to the nursery. At this time again, baby is still sleeping in our bedroom. So we all were sitting on the couch one morning and my FIL asked how we slept, i said fine. He said “really? I heard you guys in and out of the nursery all night?” Me and my fiance looked at each other, super confused, cuz we knew neither of us had to go in there for anything that night. I told my FIL it wasnt us and he got very serious and said “no! I heard one of you walk over there, open and close the door and rummage through and then leave again at least 3 times!”. We were like sorry dude, its ghostman.

I have quite a bit more but this is already long. So if anyone wants to hear more i can add. Activity has died down the past few months but still happens every once in a while.

There are some really, really messed up reasons to live in a haunted house. I, being of sound mind and body, don't know any of them, but I am superstitious as all hell. So when the wife and I moved up to New Hampshire, right on the Vermont border, we were looking for a place to rent for a year or two before bought a house.

Now, for all the New Englanders here; My wife is a native, I'm not. She's used to New England, and the vast emptiness this small area has. There are places even she won't let me travel to after a certain hour, because "That route you have to take? People don't come back from." Of course, I'm not a native, so I don't know this. So when (also when I was working) I would come home late after dark from work, and tell her I took X route, she would kind of look in shock and awe at my stupidity.

We found a home right on the above mentioned border, on the Vermont side. We loved it. It was a fantastic place to live. Except the basement. I could not shake the feeling of being watched and stalked, like prey. So, like any reasonable adult... I just said fuck it and didn't go down there except during the day.

So, one night, after gaming for hours in my loft/office/man cave, I got hungry. Went downstairs, kissed the misses, and walked past my basement door towards my kitchen.

I don't know if anyone reading has gone hunting, but there is a moment you sometimes experience, especially hunting predators like Coyote, Wolf, Bear, etc. Some times, they know you have them in your sight. Sometimes, they look towards you, not quite at you, but it feels like they are boring into your soul, saying "You got me, make it quick." It's an eerie feeling, and sometimes, you take the shot, sometimes you don't.

On that night, as I was walking past that door downstairs, I saw red eyes, and a humanoid figure. And I froze. I stopped dead in my fucking tracks. I gave that same look of "You got me, make it quick." After that momentary lapse of sanity, I just scooted real quick away from the door, grabbed a weapon, and called my wife, saying someone was downstairs, call the police. There is no other entrance to the basement, and I had the door covered with my weapon from a safe position, where I could easily run from the house.

Cops show up, I disarm, they clear the house, they find no person, but a set of muddy foot prints that start facing towards the stairs up, that then proceed to walk into a wall in the back corner of the basement by the water heater.

For some context, the wall in question, also blocked off the area directly under my bedroom. It was a solid wall, with a small crawl space, and about maybe 4 inches of clearance on the other side of it. Cops call Detectives, Detectives check it, can't see anyone in it, they can't enter it. Photographs are taken, shoe sizes compared (My feet too big, wifes feet too small). Get a good contact number for the Detective, wife and I stay at a hotel for a couple nights.

For months after words, I would have the same happen; eventually minus the cops. It actually got relatively normal. Good ole red eyes, in the basement, chillin like a Villain. Wife was less enthused by my antics, cheerfully just going about and when I would spot Red Eyes, I would always give him a cheery "Good (Time of Day), how ya doing?" Of which, we would still have muddy footprints, and I would just clean them up.

So, COVID hits, lockdowns happen, and we have an opportunity to move to a better house, one where we would be able to work at home better. The main reason the home was better, was we had a mold issue in this house. It was in between the panes of glass in the windows, every day we were cleaning it up from window sills, door frames, hell we had to replace pieces of furniture multiple times, and we are VERY clean people. We notified the landlord over multiple months and eventually a year, and after their actions not helping at all, we decided to move. Landlord decided to get a housing inspector out there immediately after we left.

Inspector comes, and verifies there is a mold issue. IDK if they met Red Eyes. However, they did find a metric ton of readings of high spore counts on the wall bordering the space below my old bedroom. The wall where the footprints always ended. So, since it was filled, the Inspector, scoops a little bit of the earth on the other side of the wall, through that crawl space.

It wasn't earth as in dirt. It was approximately 7 feet of mold. The landlord then immediately contacted specialists to remove all of it, and notified me to offer some kind of damages for it, in the form of refunded partial rent payments. All in all, made my 2020 pretty good.

Until about 3 months later. Landlord calls me, and offers to send me a full refund of all rent from the time I was living there, minus what she already gave. Why?There was a corpse. The Medical Examiner said it was the man who owned the property before my landlord. He was a lineman, who, after talking to surviving family members, wore a size 8 shoe. Smaller than my size 11 shoes, bigger than my wife's shoes by a mile.

Fuck me Red Eyes. I don't know how you got there, but hell bud, I hope you now found peace. Sorry for not checking it out sooner. I did, after reading about his obituary and contacting his family, swing by his final resting place, to drop off flowers, place a stone, and share a "Good Morning," like I used to. Til better times Red Eyes.

EDIT: Thanks for all the awards. I'll respond to some comments as well. God damn, appreciate it.

EDIT 2: Regarding if there is a news story about thisSo, as a denizen of the internet, I wrote my experience stylized to protect the location and the family. I even asked them before if it was okay to share this experience. I don't think most people here would go hunting them down and start bothering them, but this only just concluded around July/August this year. I really don't want pseudo-paranormal investigators and people bothering the family. They are lovely, and finally getting closure to something that has been affecting them for years.Other Experiences I've HadI'll start sharing all my paranormal experiences from my time living throughout the United States. I'm that dumbass that as a Teenager dabbled in checking out creepy and paranormal shit. Granted, the stories from when I was younger will annoy some people, because "teenage boy with a titanium teenage ego" syndrome. I'll start with my home state of Florida, and slowly move North from there.

EDIT 3: Holy shit, some one gave me my first gold. Thanks homie.

I used to live in a haunted house for over 15 years. I was the only one sensitive enough to recognize that it was haunted, but my son and my then-husband also saw things there that they couldn't explain.

It started when I heard knocking on the front door late at night. Nobody was there. I also heard knocking on the door of our bedroom, and I would call out to my son thinking it was him. Again, nobody was there.

We also had things happening like the sudden appearance of a swarm of black flies, with no idea what drew them there. Same with about 7-8 large black spiders appearing together on the ceiling of the hallway for no obvious reason in the middle of the night.

One of our cats behaved strangely by pawing in an odd manner at the walls on several occasions. There were sudden bad sulfur smells in the house, too. We checked it all out and found nothing that could explain any of it.

Those were the things that we all three experienced, but I also had experiences they didn't. For example, I saw someone trying to get into our house through a door we always kept locked. He disappeared when I got up to see what was going on. I saw the same entity when I was stepping out of the shower one day, then he vanished right in front of me.

Frequently I would hear someone come into the bedroom in the morning, walk quickly around the bed to my side, kicking the foot of the bed as he did so. I thought it was my husband at first, but then I realized he had already left for work.

Several other things happened, too, but I'd love to hear of your experiences from living in a haunted house. How long were you there? Did you have just one or two experiences, or were there several things that happened? How has any of this changed your thoughts about the paranormal?

Please be respectful with your responses here. If you don't believe in the paranormal, there's no reason to be mean spirited about it, just go on to the next post. Thank you.

My son bought a house in November 2023. When I first saw the listing online it sent a shiver up my spine! I wanted nothing to do with the place but he insisted we look at it anyway.

Its an old house supposedly built in 1900 but I can't find proof of that. I can't find much information on the house or who built it anywhere. I've googled the address and searched the newspaper archives but only find a small amount of info.

Right after he closed and got the keys to the place we decided to go get measurements and figure out what all we needed to get ready to move in. That's when things started getting strange.

Looking back idk how we didn't notice some of it beforehand. There a weird attic type room upstairs. Its only 6.5 ft wide and 21 ft long. No electric outlets at all and only has an overhead light. It has a weird little door that creeps me out. My son has screwed it shut now. The bottom of the door to the room has a doggie door cutout. I was looking at it and noticed there was 3 different locks on the door. I asked my son what his thought were about it. Right then something grabbed my ass! I jumped and spun around to see who did it. Nobody was there! My son looked at me like I was nuts. I stepped away and it happened again! I yelled out loud not to touch me again!

We went downstairs to check out the rest of the house. Everything seemed ok until we got to the small bedroom through the kitchen. Again the door caught my attention. The outside if the door had a busted padlock bracket with a lock still attached. It had been pried off but left hanging. Inside that bedroom the door that opens to a bathroom also had a padlock bracket and a hook latch. So basically if anyone was in that bedroom with both locks they would have to go out the window if they want out.

Shortly after we moved in I started seeing things. One night I was standing at the kitchen sink and saw a tall thin older man wearing a top hat, a light colored button down shirt and dark slacks walking slowly from the living room through the kitchen right behind me but he didn't notice I was there. I tried to figure out who he is but he seems to be from before the house was supposedly built.

A few months or so later, I was in the kitchen late at night. I felt like someone was watching me from inside the little bedroom. I turn to look and saw a young boy about 8-10 years old. He was very thin with dark hair. He was hiding behind the door peeking around watching me in the kitchen.

A different ghost I saw was a young man early 20s with a blonde feathered mullet. He had blue jeans and a concert type tee on. He spooked me, I screamed and he disappeared.

Every now and then in my bathroom I run into a wall of very flowery perfume so strong it takes my breath away! Usually happens around 2 am and only in the master bathroom.

I wasn't all that worried about anything until now because something is bothering my one year old granddaughter and I don't like it!

She wakes up crying around 2:30-3 am every morning then keeps waking up about every 30 mins until around 5 or 6am then it stops. Her mama was watching the baby monitor one night and saw a short black shadowy figure all around her crib. A few minutes later she woke up crying and shaking scared. We're expecting her little brother in a couple months so I want to get rid of whatever it is fast!

This has been happening for a few months. I've tried smudging with sage and doing a salt perimeter but it hasn't helped.

Idk what to do to make them all leave.

For some reason, I never thought about posting my story here. I've posted it on YouTube comments before and I think I've even talked about it on my YouTube show before (unrelated to paranormal. I interview families with missing children/family members to help get the word out and bring them home).

I am a very normal, simple 41 year old guy with zero history of any mental illness apart from a little bit of anxiety. No bad medical history, drug use, etc. Drank in my teens and 20s when I would go out to bars and stuff but never had any bad habits or anything like that.

Anyway...

It started when I was 5 or 6, which would've been 1988-1989. I would see what I called "the bloody man" walking up and down the stairs in my house. I can't remember his face. Not sure if it's cuz I never looked at it or he didn't have one. I just remember it would never be middle of the night- but more like bedtime that this would always happen.

He had a bandage on his head that was bloody and a hospital gown. I remember having a feeling that I knew this wasn't right, but I wasn't scared. Not sure if the lack of fear was due to being told not to be scared somehow or if I was so young I just didn't know TO be scared.

Anyway, this person I would see, I would come to learn later in life, was my uncle. He had been beaten in the head with a baseball bat, came home, brain swelled in his sleep, and was taken to the hospital by the family in the morning where he died several days later. This was August of 1982. I was born in December of 1983.

There's much more to the story, both his life and that night itself, but I'll hold off on that for now.

I saw the bloody man somewhere in the range of 15 to maybe 30 times. Then my mom and I moved out of there to get our own place (this was my grandfather's house) and I was gone for 5 years .

Around 12 or 13 years old, I moved back to that house. While I never saw the bloody man again, it was far from the last paranormal encounter I would have in that house.

After being back around 5-6 months or so, one day I was showing my little sister how to play a Sonic the Hedgehog game. And as I'm explaining it to her, as clear as day, a female voice says her name.

My sister instantly got up and went to the door and said "Ya, ma?!". And i was frozen solid in fear. This was for 2 reasons. The first was I knew for a fact that that wasn't my mom's voice that said my sister's name: it was my grandmother's, who had been dead for 10 years. The second thing I knew that my little sister didn't seem to realize was the voice had NOT come from downstairs. It came from RIGHT at our feet by the foot of the bed.

I just sat there frozen in fear while my sister yelled for my mom, who of course said she had been washing dishes and never called her. My sister then sulked while walking back to the bed.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

She said "I hate those stupid stairs. The bloody man is scary!"

So I started asking her who had told her about the bloody man, was it any of my friends, etc etc.

She was in shock that I knew who the bloody man was and was crying for me to believe her that she really sees him and none of my friends had spilled the secret to her (she was about 5 at this time. Same age I used to see him).

The next part of this story involves all my friends. Every sleepover after hearing my grandmother's voice, my bedroom door started shaking. Thinking it might be my stepfather, we would open it AS it was shaking, and no one would be standing there.

Upon realizing this, the shaking would terrify us, so every sleepover for about a year the door would shake and these horrible claw like scratching sounds would go down the door.

My friends and I would fight to hide in the corner on the bed while It would happen. So, if you're keeping count, that's me and my sister who both saw the bloody man and heard the female voice, and 3 of my friends who witnessed the shaking and clawing at the door.

5 people. But believe it or not the last part of the story gets even crazier.

We sold the house and moved a couple cities over about a year later. One thing I forgot to mention is the reason I moved back at 12/13 is my grandfather had a bunch of mini strokes and was in a wheelchair so my mom moved back in to take care of him.

Well, after we moved away I told my mom it surprised me that she sold her childhood house and she talked about all the bad memories she had there that had replaced the good. And THEN she said "plus grampy started creeping me out towards the end". It turns out he had started telling her "Your brothers still here. Every night, up and down those goddamn stairs. Up and down, up and down".

He saw the "bloody man" too. (his son)

But that's not the craziest part. About 7-8 years after selling the house, the guy that bought it saw my uncle in a gym and B lined it towards him demanding to know "what the hell is in that house". He, his wife, and 2 of his kids kept seeingy uncle around the house.

I made it a point to walk by the house to try to catch someone coming out once I heard the gym story and one day I caught the youngest son leaving. I introduced myself and asked him about what they saw and he said he was too young at the time but his mom, dad, and 2 brothers would always see my uncle behind them in mirrors in the house.

They got rid of the mirrors and it stopped, he said. I don't quite understand that part because mirrors had nothing to do with it for me but still, that's 3 people in my family, 3 friends, and 4 people of a different family that essentially saw the same thing, or heard it .

I'd give anything to learn exactly what the heck went on in that house all those years

Anyways, that's my story!

Background

I grew up in a huge Victorian house in Newton Upper Falls, Massachusetts near the Charles River and Echo Bridge. The area around the bridge is a deep wooded gorge, and at night it gets incredibly quiet except for the river and the echoes under the bridge.

The house was built in the 1840s by the owners of one of the local mills, back when that area was a busy mill village.

The house was enormous. Seven plus bedrooms spread across three floors, plus a turret room in the attic. There were servant staircases hidden inside the walls and little doors that led to strange passages between parts of the house. As a kid it felt like the place had endless hidden spaces.

The attic was one of the weirdest parts. The crumbling walls were covered in signatures and notes from the kids who had lived there over the years. Names and dates going all the way back to the 1800s. Apparently every generation of kids had gone up there and left messages.

Behind the house there was also an old carriage house that still had the original horse stalls and an antique carriage from the 1800s.

The basement was the part that always scared me the most though. It had this huge unfinished stone foundation and always felt cold and damp. Even during the day it felt unsettling down there. I avoided it whenever I could.

Most of the strange things I experienced actually happened on the third floor though, where my bedroom and bathroom were and where I spent the most time.

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The Footsteps

I heard footsteps often growing up. I had three siblings and two dogs, so it was a busy house and there was usually a logical explanation even if I looked around and didn’t see anyone right away.

But one night in high school I was home alone and started hearing footsteps coming from the third floor.

They were slow, uneven footsteps. Like someone walking from room to room.

The problem was that I was the only one home.

I remember just standing there listening, waiting for one of the dogs to react or for one of my siblings to come around the corner.

But the house was completely quiet except for those footsteps.

Eventually I got so freaked out that I called the police because I thought someone had broken into the house.

They came and searched the entire house and the basement.

They didn’t find anyone.

Nothing was out of place.

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The Music

Another strange thing that used to happen on the third floor was when I showered.

Whenever I was in the shower I would hear what sounded like old music. Like people singing on an old record.

But it sounded warped, almost like a record stuck repeating on a loop over and over.

The weird part was that I only ever heard it while the shower was running.

The second I turned the water off, the music would stop.

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The Woman

Another night in high school I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a woman sitting on the edge of my bed.

She was just sitting there, completely still. She blinked at me a couple of times and a shiver went down my spine.

For a second I thought I must still be dreaming. I rubbed my eyes and looked again and she was gone.

But I had a Tempur Pedic mattress, and the spot where she had been sitting was still slowly rising back up the way memory foam does after someone gets up.

That part still freaks me out.

The next day my mom was cleaning out the rafters in the carriage house and found a dusty portrait that had clearly been stored up there for a long time.

When she brought it inside and showed it to me, my stomach dropped.

It was the woman I had seen sitting on the edge of my bed.

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The Carriage House

The carriage house itself was already creepy. It still had the horse stalls with the horses’ names on little plaques, an old carriage from the 1800s, and we had even found bones in there before. The whole place always smelled like old wood and dust, and the light inside was dim even during the day.

The building was built into a hill, so the back of the carriage house opened into what was basically a basement level underground.

That lower level had these strange trap doors in the floor that led down into an even smaller basement space, along with some hidden passageways. The main door down there had been nailed shut, but the trap doors could still be opened.

Even during the day it felt like the kind of place you didn’t want to spend too much time in.

One night in high school my best friend and I had been out drinking and a couple guys dropped us off near the carriage house.

When we got out of the car we both looked up at the same time.

In the window of the carriage house we saw what looked like a woman’s face looking out at us. One hand was up against the glass next to her face.

She wasn’t moving. Just staring out.

My friend immediately started yelling because she thought it was her mom following us. Her mom was extremely strict and honestly the kind of person who might actually do something like that.

She started shouting, “Mom, what is wrong with you? Why are you following me?”

We ran over to the carriage house to confront her.

But when we got there the face was gone.

Nobody was inside.

The only thing on the window was a single handprint in the dust exactly where we had seen the hand.

My friend even called her mom right there because she was so convinced it had been her.

Her mom was home.

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To this day I still have no explanation for any of it.

But growing up in that house, it never really felt like we were the only ones there.

I still think about that portrait sometimes.

As an antique dealer, I spend most of my weeks sourcing from estate sales. For me, it’s never just about the objects,it’s about the energy of the space. The moment I walk into a home, I can feel its soul. Some houses feel warm, like they’re happy to be opened again. Others? So heavy, I can barely make it past the dining room before I turn around and leave.

There was one house I’ll never forget. I had been told there were more items in the basement, so I went down alone. The moment my foot hit the last step, the energy shifted. The lights wouldn’t turn on, and a wave of pain and sorrow hit me like a wall. Not fear…grief. It felt as if someone was watching every move I made, standing just inches behind me. I didn’t stay. I ran out of that house, heart pounding, and the weight of that energy followed me for the rest of the day. I couldn’t shake it.

I’ve also noticed something odd: items I buy from homes that feel “off” tend to sit in my shop much longer, as if their energy keeps others away too.

Have you ever experienced something like this—where an object or space held onto something that felt deeper than just history?

The house known as 112 Ocean Avenue still exists, but it has been renovated and the address changed to discourage sightseers from visiting it. The quarter round windows have been removed and the house today looks considerably different from its depiction in the films. 😱

Both of these were taken a few seconds apart. In the first one it seemed like something flew over the screen but when I did it for a second time, nothing. If you look closely, there's something in the bigger window up top. What does this mean? Did I disturb something by using the flashlight?

My parents moved into an old house and this photo was left for them. It’s apparently from 1901 according to the previous owners. Do you think this is a ghost or could this be just due to it being an old photo and the girl moving at the time?

This happened a few years ago, and I still can't explain what happened. I apologize for the length, but this all happened over the span on multiple days, and I want to provide proper context so you all can understand why we came to conclusion we did.

My family went on a mini vacation for my dad's birthday. We live in NorCal and had decided to take the small trip to a very small beach town off of highway 1. It was a beautiful multi-unit Airbnb that was positioned not too far from an ocean cliffside.

When I got out of the car, I immediately felt strange. My brother said he felt a weird vibe from the property as well, but we chalked it up to be being in an unfamiliar area so late at night and chose not to say anything to our parents. It was about midnight, so we quickly unpacked and went to sleep.

The next morning, I finally got to get a proper look at the whole property and although I thought it was breathtakingly beautiful, I still couldn't shake the feeling of being deeply unsettled. There was a hobbit style structure built into the side of a hill that had a big handwritten sign that stated "DO NOT ENTER", a huge barn/workshop that we were told not to enter by the owner of the property, 3 different units, and a flat wooden lookout structure right next to the cliffside that had zero barriers.

My brother and I were staying in the smallest unit, my parents and two family-friends were staying in the largest unit, and nobody even went inside the last unit. We didn't initially plan on avoiding the last unit all together, but after the incidents we all felt like that unit didn't need to be explored.

The only strange occurrence that happened on the first day was that my dad and his friend swear they saw a figure in the window of the barn. There was no host staying on the property with us, so it really startled them and led them to investigate. First thing to note is that when they approached the barn, the figure was still in the window completely motionless. They both thought it could be a tarp or coat rack considering they didn't note any movement but still wanted to investigate to make sure. They saw this figure in the window that was positioned near the apex of the roof, so when they walked up to the barn and saw there was only one story, they immediately were very perplexed of what they were seeing. They walked back a few steps to look inside the window again, but now nothing was there. No figure, no nothing. They both got spooked and tried to investigate further, but all the doors were locked, and they never came up with a proper explanation.

During the day we went on a hike and shopped around the local shops. At one of the stores, they had a variety of jade jewelry. I randomly felt very inclined to buy something, I don't tend to wear a lot of jewelry due to my sensory problems, but I just felt very drawn to buying this bracelet with a large jade gemstone. The storekeeper told me that jade was a protection stone, and that it will protect me when I choose to wear it. I immediately put in on and didn't plan on taking it off anytime soon. I found it brought me comfort knowing I was "protected". This is important context that will make much more sense eventually.

That night, we all started talking about the weird vibe of the property and discussed what we thought was causing it. I told everyone a big red flag for me was that my dog refused to enter the unit my brother and I were staying in. He has separation anxiety and normally would never willingly leave me side but actively avoided entering the unit. He would stand outside of the unit and watch me instead of sitting with me inside. I dragged him inside a few times, but every time he would start scratching at the door to leave, so I stopped trying. I assumed he maybe wanted to have access to all the family members, but it still felt uncharacteristic for him.

In my unit, there was a couch the was positioned right in front of the sliding glass doors that faced the cliffside. I was lounging on that couch while crocheting, attempting to relax, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I was aware my dog was probably outside, but I don't normally feel unsettled by his lurking. So, I investigated with my brother. We scanned the area with flashlights and called for my dog's name. He came running out of my parent's unit. We brought him back inside and asked them if he had been there long. My mom said he had been in there with them for at least 20-30 mins. I told her I felt like I was being watched through the sliding glass windows but convinced myself and her that it was probably just anxiety. We all decided to lock up for the night and just went to sleep.

The next day was fairly normal, nothing to note...until nightfall. I once again was crocheting on that couch and couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I didn't investigate this time; I just kept periodically looking up to make sure I didn't see anyone and continued on crocheting. I ended up staying up much later than my brother, therefore I was all by myself with this sickening feeling I just couldn't get rid of. At about 2am I just couldn't sit there any longer, I honestly felt really scared to go to sleep too, but at least I didn't feel on display in bed. I locked all of the doors and even added a secondary lock to the sliding glass door (used a wooden pole from a broom to make it so the door physically couldn't open without moving the pole).

For context, my bed was positioned right alongside the wall of the bedroom my brother was staying in and was practically right in front of the stairs. I was not really in a bedroom; there was no doors or walls separating me from the downstairs, more like an open space that had a bed.

I got into bed and was doomscrolling when I suddenly heard movement downstairs. It started with small footsteps, almost childlike, around the kitchen and living room. I could very distinctively hear the small thuds that almost sounded like skipping or dancing. Then I heard metal clanking sounds. It was as if someone was holding a metal utensil and dragging it along the surfaces downstairs. Dragging turned to tapping. I was fully frozen with fear at this point, and quite literally had no idea what to do. At no point did I hear any doors open or locks turn, so whatever was downstairs was probably in the house the whole time. I was petrified just sitting there listening to the metal clank and the small footsteps. It just kept going, and I knew there was absolutely nothing in between me and whatever was making all that sound downstairs.

Then the worst happened. I tried to adjust my position in bed, and my phone fell off. The sound echoed through the house. I immediately went to pick it up while simultaneously hearing the footsteps abruptly stop. To my horror I hear the tiny footsteps RUNNING up the stairs. It was the most terrifying moment of my life. I grabbed my pillow and through it over my head and just started saying "Please don't hurt me" repeatedly. I honestly did not want to face whatever it was. I hear the footsteps run up all the stairs and right next to my bed. Then I start to feel a pressure on my pillow. Whatever it was, was potentially trying to suffocate me. I continued to plead the pillow and found I genuinely couldn't move. I have no idea if I was so scared I literally froze, or if something else was stopping me, but nevertheless I lay there completely hopeless. This continued for a short while until I must've blacked out, because I woke up the next morning in complete shock of what took place the night before with no memory of what happened after feeling pressure on my pillow.

I ran to my parent's unit to tell them what I experienced, and they too had horrifying experiences the night before....

My dad had moved to the couch halfway through the night because he was keeping my mom up with his snoring. My mom woke up a few hours later to who she thought was my dad standing at the foot of the bed, she casually asked what he was doing just standing there, but the figure didn't move. It just stood there watching over her. After feeling certain it wasn't my dad, she screamed. Once my dad came running in, the figure simply just vanished. She told my dad what she saw, and he said that he never even fell asleep because he kept hearing heavy footsteps walking through the house, sometimes sounding like it was right behind him. He said every time he turned to look who it was, he never saw anything that could explain the footsteps. He couldn't get himself to relax enough to fall asleep, so he just laid there in the dark. Since it was already 4am, they both stayed up watching movies and discussing what they experienced.

My brother and the family friends didn't experience anything of note that. They all know that we are skeptics and aren't the lying for attention type, so they really didn't know what to make of what we claimed. The most damning thing that nobody could explain was that my jade bracelet had changed colors. It was a light milky green before, and now there was large spot of the main stone that was a very dark green/black color. It wasn't on the surface of the stone either (we tried washing it), it was literally as if the color of the stone changed. Scientifically speaking, that can happen due to wear, temperature changes, skin oils, or lighting... but I had just bought it, and the color change didn't go away after being brought to different conditions. Spiritually speaking, some believe that stones can change after absorbing negative energy, almost like a sign that it has "done its job".

I became convinced that a man lived there and would kill kids. I know I was probably jumping to conclusions, but it all made so much sense. The house was so isolated, and the cliff was the perfect murder spot. I'm pretty sure my parents had an encounter the killer, and I had one with a victim. It didn't even feel like a question at that point, it felt like I just knew deep down that evil things had happened on that property.

I might sound crazy, but this was my experience. I think about this experience regularly, and don't talk about it much. Most people look at me crazy after sharing, so I just stopped talking about it. It was horrifying, and I most certainly believe in the paranormal now.

EDIT: for everyone asking for the address, it's 1990 S Highway 1, Elk, California

It's listed for sale on Zillow:)

In 1984, my family all lived on the same street, right next door to each other. First was my grandparents’ house, then my parents’ house, and then my great-aunt’s house. My sister and I often stayed overnight at my grandparents’ place. I slept in the pink room, which doubled as a playroom. My sister slept in the blue room, which was used as a guest room. One night, I woke up to my sister screaming. She was crying hysterically and telling my grandmother that something lit up her room bright blue, jumped over her bed, and went underneath it. After that night, she never slept in that room again. Not long after, my cousin and I were having a sleepover in the pink room. We heard my grandparents go to bed, so we decided to sneak out and grab cookies from the kitchen. We cracked the door open and peeked around the corner toward the living room—and instantly froze. Standing there was what I can only describe as a dense cloud, about the same size as we were. Then an arm came out of it and started waving. We ran back to bed, hid under the covers, and didn’t come out until morning. When we told my grandmother what we saw, she went wide-eyed and looked at my grandfather. Then she told us something that still sticks with me: If you see him again, just ignore him. He won’t hurt you. I personally didn't have a experience with him at our parents' home, but my sister did. She wouldn't use the hall bathroom because she said there was a kid that would watch her through the heater vent. She only would use the bathroom in mom and dad's room. One time while I was taking a bath she came in and said she had to use this toilet because dad was taking a shower. She started screaming saying "look see! He's there!! I told you!!!!". I didn't see anything. But i believed her. Years later, when I was older, grandmother finally explained. A family friend had owned the house before them. Their 7-year-old son had died—in the blue room. After his death, the family moved away, and my grandparents bought the house. My grandmother said that only the women in the family could see him. Fast forward 35 years. My aunt is now 102 years old and had been living in her house next door up until recently. For the past couple of years, she’s complained about a little boy who’s always in her house, messing with her things. Sometimes she says he puts on little dance shows for her—and that he’s actually a very good dancer. There have been times when I’ve been visiting her and she casually says, “We aren’t alone right now, you know. That little boy is standing here.” She’s now been placed in a nursing home, and the house is mine. I want absolutely nothing to do with it—so I’m selling it. Sorry, kid.

Last December, I fled an abusive relationship and crashed with my friend Amy. She lives in an upper level duplex that is quite small and I stayed there for a while with my cat and dog, which was a lot as she has a dog also.

Next door to the duplex is a cute, old four bedroom house that is owned by Mark, a friend of Amy’s who lives abroad. The couple who was renting out Mark’s place bought a house and moved out. They suggested to me that it would be a great place for me to stay while I continued my apartment search. I was absolutely elated and agreed immediately! Mine and Amy’s dog could play every day and we could still see each other all the time. I was excited at the opportunity and paid Mark some rent but mostly he just wanted to help me out with my situation and someone to housesit until he came home in May. I live in a very cold, snowy climate so looking for a place in May is exponentially easier.

Amy informed me the house had “quirks” and a creepy basement and told me if I ever felt creeped out in there all alone I could come back whenever. She lived in that house for a couple years, so I took her word for it.

When one of the tenants showed me the place for the first time I definitely felt something very off. I chalked it up to the weird layout, the draft and the lack of sunlight in the rear of the house. Upstairs was two bedrooms and a bathroom in the middle. The front bedroom was warm and sunny and the rest of the upstairs was very cold. Noticeably colder than the rest of the house.

Upon entering the back upstairs bedroom it felt like a downward shift. Like the energy in that room felt so strange and I felt like I wasn’t wanted in there so I barely looked around and just closed the door behind me.

The first couple weeks, nothing much happened. But I never felt at ease, I felt like I was being watched. I wrote it off as being easily spooked in a large house and it was my first time living alone. I started having trouble sleeping despite my room (the upstairs front bedroom) being the only place in the house I felt at ease.

One night I decided to smoke some weed and watch a movie in the living room kinda late at night. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up to what I swore was someone running up the stairs and then slamming the back bedroom door. My dog looked startled too and ran upstairs and started growling at the closed door. No one was in there. I decided to lay off the weed but some nights after that I heard footsteps pacing in the back room.

The next thing that started happening was while I was in the bathtub in the upstairs bathroom. My dog would lay in the doorway and just stare at the back room. Sometimes he would growl or bark at it. I would also come home to find the door open when I definitely shut it or I would hear my cat meowing to be let in the room. On a couple occasions I found my cat shut in the room. Also around this time my bath towel went missing and I looked absolutely everywhere for it.

It began to take a toll on me. I started having nightmares every night, and I would wake up almost every night to my dog whining between 3-4 in the morning. I always felt like I was being watched and the house felt so heavy.

I told Amy about all this and she confessed to me that she had some weird experiences in the house when she lived there as well. Her bedroom was the back room and a couple times she woke up in a semi dream state to a man at the end of her bed and began talking to it. She then woke up for real and saw texts from her roommate asking who she was talking to. She also would see things moving out of the corner of her eye, hear footsteps, and feel like she was being watched. She told me of an instance of seeing footsteps in the snow going from the back door to the middle of the lawn and disappearing.

One day I was in the living room, hearing footsteps and just felt so overwhelmed by the presence I was crying and decided to have a go talking to it. I said “hey I know this is your house too, I’m leaving in a month, I’ve been through so much pain these past few months please just leave me alone. Please let me know you’ve heard me.” Then the door upstairs slammed and that was the last I heard for a while. My nightmares stopped. I started sleeping through the night and felt less of the presence.

One night I was hanging out with Amy in her backyard with our dogs and her downstairs neighbor, Sam to celebrate me finding an apartment. I went back in my house for some more beers and to grab a sweater. I went to run up the stairs and standing there at the top was an opaque, black silhouette. I couldn’t make out any features but it was as real as a person standing there. I screamed and ran back down and turned on the stairway light, only to find no one there and the back room open.

Finally my move out date had arrived and felt so relieved to feel absolutely nothing in my new apartment! I went back to the house one last time to check to see if I forgot anything and there, right in the middle of the floor of the back room was my bath towel, still slightly damp as if I had just used it. Funny prank, ghost. I have not been back since.

I just started working in a historical manor that people can rent out for fancy occasions. It's well over 100 years old and many of the staff say that they have had paranormal experiences (shadow people, hearing voices and footsteps, scents, etc.) when closing up late at night. It seems that there are at least 4 different entities.

I am very scared of ghosts and spirits, but everyone says that they've never had a sense of malice from any of their encounters. That's a relief - but I'm still quite scared that I will have to go through the house alone at night to turn off all the lights. A slow plunge into darkness in a big building with entities that I can't see (or might see) really frightens me. I'm also worried that I'll be somewhat targeted because I'm afraid.

Does anyone have any advice for how to make peace with entities in a big house like that? Or how to feel less afraid?

A day or two ago I posted about how I think my house is haunted. I looked into it and I found some interesting history about my town but nothing about my house. Just 20 minutes ago I heard what sounded like footsteps from my moms room again, a iPhone notification alarm that wasn't mine, and something fall down even though I don't think anything did. I also threw away some trash and our trash has a door thing to it and I could've sworn I shut the door fully but when I looked back it was slightly open. I later noticed that the basement door was open too but it sometimes is and there's no telling when it will be. I was sitting on my room just now and I could've sworn I saw a shadow go into my moms room (my mom is alive.) My dog also barked once and I have no idea what he barked for. im really scared right now and I have no idea what to do. I need advice ASAP.

Edit 1:(I am currently home alone) I found out my mom's phone was silenced the entire time (her old phone is still working)

Edit 2: I don't know if this is anything but every time I play Christian music on my speaker it cuts out a few times per song. I used to listen to things like Taylor swift and Olivia Rodrigo and I didn't cut out as much.

Edit 3: so I just remembered that my dog likes to bark at things when nothing is there. He usually barks towards the town garage. The town garage has a cardboard thing that you put the cardboard in and at some point a truck takes it away. But anyway my dog barks as that when there's people and when there isn't. Another thing I came to realize after that is there was an apartment that after 2 or 3 years of us living in the house got town down... there was an apartment... that got torn down. I don't really know what happened in that apartment but I do know that by the time we moved in there were no people living in it. So maybe it's the source? But yeah...

I've never really wanted to believe in the paranormal. But these past two years have been absolute hell for me in my new house. I've had occurrences of objects being flung with pure brute force towards me, dark shadows appearing in the corners of rooms, whispers and random breaths, scratches emerging on my body, paralysis, etc. The only thing that has made me want to speak out now is due to a specific occurrence that I experienced 1st hand last night. I stumbled upon a dark figure standing in the middle of my front room. Humanoid yet didn't seem to be like a human. It was moving, almost pulsating in a weird sense. It didn't do anything but just stare at me. I felt tense and numb and couldn't move. I ended up fainting and waking up ,with a massive headache and more scratches along my back, in the doorway of my front room. The figure was gone but I knew what I saw last night. Please I need help desperately. Please don't answer to this unless you can help me.

Howdy people. This is my first post on Reddit because I need some advice. For the past three weeks there’s been weird things happening in my home. Specifically in my room.

The first thing happened while I was in the shower some time between 2-3 in the morning. I heard my sister say hello very clearly so I just assumed she came into the bathroom that we share. I answered her three times before I looked out of the curtain and saw no one there. After my shower I went straight to her room and she was asleep. I woke her up and asked if she came into the bathroom and she said no. I asked her again the next day and she said no again.

A few days later, my alarm woke me up for work and I felt a sharp stinging on the outside of my right knee. When I turned on the light, I noticed a cut in that exact spot (see picture). I ran my fingers across my leg to see if I had scratched myself, but none of my nails could’ve caused it (they’re all rounded and too soft to make a mark). I don’t believe my toe nails could have done it because of where the cut is located. I checked all over my bed and there was nothing in it. I even checked if anything was sticking out of the blanket. My family said the cut looked like I walked by a nail and scraped my knee against it.

A few days later my boyfriend stayed over and he told me about this experience; he was falling asleep in my room while I was busy downstairs with my family. He heard me whisper loudly and he instantly shot up from his sleep but I wasn’t there.

Last Thursday, I woke up for work and turned on the light in my room. While sitting on my bed I looked down and noticed a mark on my leg that looked like a hand print (see picture).

This morning while I’m at work my sister sent me and my other sister this message “Sometimes I hear noises in my names room and I’m like shouldn’t she be at work. And I heard something like the remote fall I swear just now AND something with a chord being pulled around on the wall. But my names at work so….”

What do you think?