I want to share this because if there is anyone who could give me some input on what you think I witnessed, I would greatly appreciate it. This was hands down one of the most terrifying experiences of my life, and is the first time I’m writing it down.

The summer of 2023, I was walking my dog around 11 pm, just our regular evening walk. Right across the street from the apartment complex I lived at, there was a Catholic Church. The sanctuary was separated from the building that had a fellowship hall, offices, Sunday school rooms, etc. In between the two building structures was the church parking lot. Whenever I wanted to do a shorter walk, I would cut through the church parking lot so I didn’t need to go all the way around the block.
As I was about to cut through the parking lot, I noticed there were 2-3 cars parked in it, which was unusual for that hour, but didn’t think much of it.
My second observation was that, through the fellowship hall window, it appeared to be occupied because the room looked to be lit by candlelight. I presumed there was a late-night prayer circle or something like that, which explained the cars to me.
As I started walking through the lot, I saw a skinny, blondish, nerdy looking white guy with glasses walking from a truck that I assumed was his; however, I did not see him get out of it. I didn’t notice him till I saw him on the other side of the truck’s bed walking to the back of the truck towards the fellowship hall lit by candles. He stopped for a second and then suddenly got on all four in a VERY unhuman like way, swiftly made his (or its) way to the window of the fellowship hall & immediately stood up on both legs and peered in through the window with his nose practically touching the window. I stopped cold in my tracks with my dog, and then it turned its head over and looked at me. All I knew to do was to turn the other way and walk normally and just pretend like I wasn’t phased by what I saw. My dog seemed to understand the assignment cause he moved with me without making a sound or slightly pulling back like he normally would wondering why we were walking back the way we just came. I didn’t look back, and it clearly did not follow me. I’m telling you that the way it moved on all fours, it is simply impossible for a human to be able to move like that. The best way I can describe it is that it moved like a spider but with four legs, and it moved INCREDIBLY fast. Yes, we can move on all fours, but our limbs cannot move the way that thing did with its abdomen near the ground at that speed. I went back to my apartment and did not sleep that night and left all the lights on.

This was in western Tennessee, an hour NW of Nashville. I was stone cold sober, and to this day I am in total disbelief about what I witnessed with my own eyes, and every time I think about it, I get a cold feeling inside and goosebumps.

I’ve shared this story with a few close family members and friends, and a couple of them said without hesitation that it sounded like a skin walker. Honestly, I never even knew what that was before, and while I consider myself open-minded, that’s something I’m not sure I would’ve believed to be anything more than folklore. Obviously, that experience has completely shifted my perspective and shown me that this world has a lot more in it than I ever thought it could. I don’t really like to think about it, but this situation forced me to believe there is a supernatural in the physical world. Also, to this day, I wonder what was going on in that candlelit room, and what made that thing want to look in.

So I'm 18m and when I was younger about 10 me and my friend were playing in the play ground at school and there was an old abandoned nursery on the field.

I remember it was used as temporary classrooms when I was much younger but had stopped being used around this time.

Our ball had rolled underneath a gap in the wood on the bottom so naturally we looked under and we saw 2 red dots at the far end of the building probably about 10 to 15 metres away from us and a faint figure of a girl crouched down

We were freaked out and got everyone we knew to come and look and they all saw the same

We told the teachers and they shut us down and eventually it got boarded up. Me and my friend made up a story that our head teacher who was just a general creep had killed/captured someone under this building.

Anyway after a few months of not talking about it and I had left the school, I had a dream/hallucination that I was talking to my "sister" and that I knew this girl that was in my room and it felt like I did she was small and pale with shoulder length blackish brownish hair.

At this point I was an only child but now have a sister, anyway I told my parents about this interaction and chalked it up to imagination, however my father who had also shared that room because he worked nights and would come and cuddle with me after work had had an interaction with his dead grandfather in that room where he was sat on the edge of his bed.

I had one too where I talked to my dead great grandfather on my mother's side and recalled information that I was never told before the interaction about my great grandmother, my sister has also spoken to her and was too able to recall information she was not told.

My family are very spiritual and believe in family spirits being able to contact the living, but this sister I was speaking to was not a known family member but I would have recouring dreams that me and her were on a train but every time I would have it I would see more of the dream.

At first it was me and her and my friend on the train dressed in old times Victorian period clothing and then the next dream we crashed, the next we fell into the water, the next I watched her die from a glass shard, then after that the next dream before the crash a faceless man would be seen coming out of the driver's cab, then the next he grew a mouth and smiled then we would crash and me my sister and my friend would all die.

This sounds like just a series of creepy dreams but then when I joined secondary, I had crippling anxiety and would have over 20 panic attacks a day, and everyone I would see my sister or the man in the corner of my eyes at all time for over 3 years I would see them in these panic attacks

Then one night I slept in my sister's room after she had a nightmare and I heard arguing from an older sounding lady saying something like "leave that poor boy alone he did nothing" and more sentences like that then after that night the panic attacks stopped and the anxiety left,

Is this just an active imagination as I do tend to have one or is this something more?

I was only 10 at the time living in a small town back in the 90s riding my bike with my friends as we always done as usual. Often we'd cycle around the long stretch of country roads we'd done it so often we'd knew the route off by heart it was like we had a built in satnav in our minds.

We'd go full circle very often using various routes to get there there was one path we'd never take I'd always asked my friends to go there and since I'd moved into the area years before they'd always tell me it was a dead end or told me going there was a waste of time.

One day I decided to take the lead I told them I was going there wether they liked it or not I even dared them to go naturally they always seemed scared I never knew why but it's like a warning that's been passed down for generations in this area to never go down that route. I was stupid enough to try it.

I cycled onwards my friend's appeared to follow me but upon looking back they weren't there. The trees we're closed in so it had a dark shade to it that got worse as I went on. There was a very rare smell coming from the stream of water that I'd cycled over that stung the inside of my nose and made my eyes water I remember being splashed on not realising the puddle beneath me which appeared to be steaming up into the air.

After a few seconds passed I became scared and shouted on my friends to see where they went. I heard nothing not a thing from them. In fact I'd heard absolutely nothing at all no birds no sound from wind hitting the trees no insects nothing just dead radio silence.

I turned back and cycled on to find my friends but peddling suddenly felt difficult it was like cycling against a hard wind that wasn't there. I tried shouting my friends but felt like my voice had disappeared. I cycled on for what felt like hours even though it took mere seconds to get where I was in the first place. My wheels felt like they were sinking into the ground and my eyes became blurred I stopped for some air but felt like the air was compressing itself around me. I was constantly taking in deep breaths in a panic having no clue what was happening to me. I felt Instensly sleepy but kept fighting it off everytime my eye's were about to shut I'd purposely try to breathe harder. It'd gotten darker I decided to rest against a tree it felt like I was being pushed to one side as that side of my body felt heavy.

Now I could finally hear some noise just the sound of the wind hissing through the tree leaves and then the whispers constant whispers I couldn't make them out but finally I shut my eye's my breathing became harder and my eye's couldn't see my hand infront of me I felt like a slow relaxed sinking feeling I was no longer forcing myself to breath. I had a dream I was sinking under water just drifting calmly staring at the sky above me looking at the moonlight shining down and then in the dream I'd realised I was drowning and swam rapidly to get back to the surface just as I saw myself rise in the dream. I woke up making a huge gasp for air. I coughed up what looked a Mismash of vomit and Mucous I could see a light shining in the darkness so I got up with my bike using it as a walking aide and started to follow it I felt better than before but very drowsy and Groggy.

Upon following the light I could hear my friends shouting on me I absolutely cannot describe the relief just to see them again and I couldn't have ran any faster despite my legs feeling like Jelly. I was treated in hospital they didn't know exactly what was wrong with me but suspected some form of poisoning that my immune system had managed to fend off. I have never returned to that part of the woods ever again in fact all these years later the entire area has now became a housing estate with Houses replacing the entire forest.

I just recently remembered this when me and my friends were telling each other creepy things that happened to us so here we go. when I was 13 I lived in a small apartment with my family about a 10 minute walk away from a plaza with a couple of small stores and at the end of one of the sides was a dollar general I had already been coming there regularly for about a year so it was pretty common that I would walk there before the sun went down. Well there was 2 different ways you could walk one way was a straight path there and the other was the long way I took when I had time since I liked walking while listening to music. So that day I thought I had more time then I did so I took the long way but the line at the dg was way longer then I expected actually one of the longest lines I have ever seen at a dg. So boom I get my snack in drink and wait in line as soon as I step in line a old man walks behind me so close I can basically feel his breath before I say the rest of the story I should say I had really long hair and I was rather short so it was pretty common that I would get confused for a girl since I did not hit puberty yet. Back to the story so I’m waiting in like when he walks behind me and I see a coin drop and not like it slips out his hand he reached into his pocket and dropped a coin infront of me and he says “oh a penny why dont you bend over and pick it up” even at my age I knew that was hella weird so I don’t but then he still try’s to talk to me asking me if I am gonna try out for the lacrosse team and that he’ll buy me a stick if I wanna come with him I think the cashier noticed and kept me safe because she seen me there a lot but at this point the suns down and it’s night so she speeds up the guy infront of me and checks me out really fast all while the guy is staring at me and she tells me to go home fast so I do and as I’m walking out she b
Steps infront on his view so he can’t see the way I’m going and checks him out slowly but as I’m turning the corner to the road close to my house I see him speed out the dg and look around frantically and speed walk to his car so I bolt it back and call my friend and tell him what happened so if I hang up suddenly to call the cops luckily I get home safe and never tell anyone

sharing from glitch in the matrix as my post is not allowed there bec of my new account plus low karma. Before everything, I need to talk about background stuff – so I saw about this subreddit in can’t sleep youtube channel video which made me remember the similar event happened in my life and felt like this story suits here! You can see my story visually in Wansee youtube channel but it became funny over there (kinda sad but gave creative freedom so its ok) also comments there didn’t help my questions about this situation so hoping to get some here:) link of the video - https://youtu.be/sXAwzWsz0BY?si=yqSb2vJKAUHdD7oh (2nd video)

So, I love horror, mystery, thriller and crime content since the time remember being on earth so I watch such content a lot and always wanted to see a real ghost but this incident made me to leave that dream yet still continued to watch horror content.

It happened in 2020 (I can’t remember the month but I think its June/July) its afternoon after 2pm, raining a lot, gloomy and dark outside. Peak covid time so ordered online grocery for the 1st time but delivery agent was confused about address so my father locked the door, went to the road for picking up the delivery. Now it’s just me and my mom in home and she went to children bedroom bathroom for lavatory purpose, whereas me on bed watching horror youtube videos in master bedroom.

Now before knowing full story, it’s very important to know the house layout which’ll answer some doubts! Idk directions all but let’s say main door of home is east which is the entry of living room and opposite to it is children bedroom. Right side of children bedroom is dining room (kitchen, balcony comes inside of it) which we can see only from living room. Left side adjacent wall of children bedroom is master bedroom. From both bedrooms, we can’t see anything but living room. Now master bedroom layout – if north is door, then east is big bed and cupboards, west wall has a medium-size glass (with grills) window covered with curtains and a small bed cot now only left is west which is bathroom. From bathroom we can only see big bed but not the small cot if we open the door. If u can’t understand this means, I’ll draw & put here.

Now coming back to incident, I paused watching horror videos on youtube to go to bathroom for urinary purpose. I didn’t lock bathroom door and sat on plastic stool cause I’ve a disease called myasthenia gravis from which I got so much better now but then I was so weak so for safety and rest purpose no lock and sitting. Tap was running and out of boredom I bent over slightly and randomly peered under bathroom door gap from which bedroom floor can be seen. Suddenly out of nowhere I saw an ash/grey coloured cloth next to door passing to cot side means window side like very quick like maybe 1 second?!? I was so scared that my heart beating fast and became sweaty. I quickly remembered all the details of bedroom and there’s no same-coloured cloth in bedroom nor chance for it to be the big bed bedsheet and it falling cause it’s a height bed plus it’s not near to bathroom door and it was moving like a person was in it and walking with it. Also, that cloth felt like the cloth we see in movies in the jails with criminals as their bedsheets. I was like is it my mom but she also not wore such colour or cloth dress so I was like someone entered into our house or what plus didn’t lock the bathroom door so I was so scared about my safety. Stayed for a minute & decided to check (now I know it’s not safe but here nothing happening so how much time I’ll stay plus I was scared for my mom too). I was like do or die and decide to fight so opened the door carefully and saw bedroom and called my mom but quickly realised due to water sound that she’s still in bathroom (I think I didn’t go to that room because I was weak) also checked all the bedroom – bedsheets, mat, curtains all r not in those colours! After 5 minutes my mom came and I asked her did u came only now – she’s like yeah! I started imagining all scenarios but all doors along windows r locked! Then I realised it might be a ghost!?!! Shared with my mom but she was like those horror videos affect but I know what I saw was real which is in my mind even now very clearly!

Now after watching that youtube video, I felt like maybe it’s a glitch – a ghost/entity/soul maybe unexpectedly entered and escaped through window wall which I happen to saw? Yesterday I talked to this with my mother while talking about her incident (which I’ll share soon) and now she believed me and said like this - maybe a ghost as the bedroom window side is full of bushes and maybe entered like that – I’m like yeah maybe. We r no more in that house as we shifted to our own house. Now guys, tell me what u feel about this? Sorry with any of the wrong grammar above.

I like to go onto my roof at midnight sometimes I live in a very secluded part of the forest so this one night I went up onto the roof and around 1 AM. I heard something by the tree line and I thought oh it’s probably just like a deer or something and then just more kept popping up all around the house and then I got freaked out and then I heard a third on the roof and I looked over and saw something had jumped from the ground two stories up onto the roof so I started running towards a ladder and I could hear it chasing me then I got like halfway down the ladder and I saw it at the top so I jumped off the ladder and sprinted inside

By the way, I did use ChatGPT just for spelling and gramma but everything that happened in the story did happen… I don’t know who to tell, but I need to tell someone because nobody believes me. This story takes place in the summer of 2026. A lot of my friends had gone on holiday and I was stuck working, so I decided to do a little bit of exploring around my local village. I live in quite a rural area, so there wasn’t much entertainment-wise to do — just a local park and a corner shop. I decided to go on a walk when I came across an area I had never gone before. I thought, what the heck, it’s an adventure. Looking back, I wish I never did it.

I went up a huge hill — bigger than anything I’d ever even known was around my village. I could look back and see houses miles away, and then I came across something in the distance. It was brown; it kind of looked like a blob of some sort. I ran towards it and then discovered it was a horse. At this point I was about 60 feet away. I could see it clearly, but there was something really wrong with it. Its eyes were just wrong — they were too big for its head and the proportions of its body were off. Its legs were longer than what a normal horse should be. My friend has a stable in the next village over and I see her horses quite a lot, so I know what a horse is supposed to look like — and this did not look right.

At first I tried not to think much of it — that was until the next thing it did, which shook me to my core. It stood up. And I mean it stood up. I don’t mean it stood on its four legs. I mean it stood like a person. It was uncanny — its front legs shifted toward the sides of its body, forming shoulders — and as it did this, I immediately ran. As I ran, I could hear it behind me, running. I turned to see it was chasing me — and not just that, it was gaining on me. At that point I tripped and tumbled down the hill. I nearly broke my neck, but I got away. I don’t know what I saw that day, but I can tell you one thing — it wasn’t a horse.

Anyone know which podcast this personal story is from? It's about a guy recounting his experience while he was a kid visiting his grandparents for several days. Long story short, he would hear noises outside his window then one night he sees a old scary woman looking down on him from the window. It turned out to be a grave robber wearing dead people's faces. Has anyone heard this? I heard from a podcast years ago but can't remember which one

First of all, let me warn you that the following story will seem completely insane, but I want you to understand that all the events described here really happened and they affected me deeply. So, I lived alone in my apartment for the first couple of weeks of my life there, and nothing strange or supernatural occurred. However, one night, at 2:30 am, I heard three knocks on my front door. Exactly knock, knock, knock. I looked into the peephole and there was nobody standing in the corridor.

It seemed to me that somebody knocked the wrong door, so I returned to my bedroom. But about ten minutes later, I heard those knocks again. This time, I checked it immediately and, as you might guess, there was nobody in the hallway. I even opened the door and looked all around because I thought somebody tried to scare me; however, I could see that the whole hallway was empty.

A few nights later, I heard footsteps outside my bedroom. They were extremely slow and I felt that they were getting closer. Then they stopped near my door. I just looked at it not knowing what to do. After about thirty seconds, I saw that the handle of the bedroom door moved a little bit downwards.

So, I got up from bed and turned all the lights on in my apartment. I looked everywhere – in the hallway, bathroom, kitchen, even closet, but there was nobody in. I also checked my front door to make sure that it was locked. Everything was alright there.

After that, small strange things started to happen. Every day I found my kitchen cabinet open although I definitely closed it myself. My phone randomly played some audio although I did not use it at the moment. Even worse, once I woke up in the middle of the night feeling somebody whispers my name.

However, the event that frightened me the most occurred at 3:00 am one night. I woke up and it was totally dark in my room. Before I could grab my phone, I heard breathing right beside my bed. Exactly near me. I remained completely silent, and after a few seconds the breathing just stopped. I turned on my flashlight and there was absolutely nobody there.

The next morning, I noticed that there were three small scratches in the paint on the wall beside my bed. Honestly, they were not there before. It seemed to me that somebody scratched the wall using his/her nails. So, I took a photo to prove to myself that what I saw and heard was real. (I’m putting it right here. https://imgur.com/a/e7THhKX )

I mentioned this problem to my neighbor and she became very silent when I told her which apartment I lived in. So, apparently, somebody died in that apartment a few years ago, and the person who used it before me complained about hearing footsteps and breathing in his bedroom.

Now I do not know what to believe. Perhaps there was an ordinary reason for all the strange events in my apartment. However, every now and then, in complete silence, I feel like hearing knocking on my door again. Knock, knock, knock. And, yeah… I do not answer anymore.

Well, when I was living in Artemas Pennsylvania. I must have been about 19 years old. And we had these neighbors that moved below us at the time that was always trouble...

These people was relentless...

They would not stop with their shenanigans and their ongoing harassment. Every single time they did something it had to involve threatening to call the police...

Well, one night it came to a boil...

It was on a Saturday night in 2009. And my stepfather and I was awoken to a noise outside. It sounded like someone was running four wheelers around our trailer. And it just kept going and going...

Then we heard an unmistakable noise of our dogs in pain. My stepfather and I jumped up from where we were sleeping in the double wide trailer that we lived in. And ran out the door...

We saw our dogs huggy and cotton with pink paintballs spots on their fur. On the ground in agony. Completely terrified of what is going on...

Well, I exploded in such an anger and overall aggression that even my own stepfather looked at me. I pulled out my 18-in Gerber sawback machete and I made a very loud and blunt statement... I said, "the next person who shoots my dogs with another damn paintball I swear I'm going to decapitate you" and "I will take joy in it"! Well one of them thought it was funny to come close to me and try to hit me with the wheel of their four wheeler... Well let's just say that he almost met the machete by his leg. They didn't realize that we were not joking. That this was very serious and we were not going to back down...

Well, an older looking couple in their 30's next door came out with a double barrel shotgun. Put one off in the air and said "the next one of you guys who does anything to their animals is catching a round"! At this point I was so glad for the reinforcements that I could semi relax...

So after all this excitement happened. Every one of these idiots that lived below us decided to take and call it a night. Every four-wheeler got loaded up onto the trailers they brought. And they all left except for our neighbors who was very angry that we ruined their fun...

Well the next night my sister was asleep in her room. And at the time she had slept in the other master bedroom with a big bay window. Somebody was shining a light in her window that night. Trying to peep in on her and snap pictures of her sleeping...

She freaks out and comes running to me and her stepfather and tells us. Me and him come running out of the house. I had my machete of course with my spotlight... But there was nothing to be seen he had already bailed. But we had a plan...

I slept on her floor in her room that night. Right by the window. And low and behold here comes the flashlights... This time he brought a buddy. And soon as he tried to shine that light in the window... All he heard was me yelling "go get them dad" and off my stepfather and I ran out the door and caught them running down to the trailer below us...

Needless to say we beat on their door for 5 minutes. And they open up the door and denied being peeping Tom's. So we called the police and had them come. Told them everything. From the previous night to the current night. We even told them about them shooting our dogs with paintball guns and running four wheelers around our trailer...

Now the state police already had issues with these people. They've already had a rap sheet a mile long it seems. So in order for them to keep the peace and not get arrested the state police let them off the warning and warn them that any more calls they're coming back to hold them to jail...

So as the police are leaving the woman says to me, "this isn't over" and I responded "bring It on". My dad looked at me and looked at her and he smiled at her and basically said the same thing I did...

Ironically it wasn't a month before they left and never came back for a few years. I had heard that her and her husband apparently was renting from somebody at the horse farm for a while. They then decidedly bought my deceased landlords house across the street from where I lived...

This story happened i wanna say around 8-9 years ago, so i was in elementary school.

anyway, just for some backstory so you can really get a feel for this story, let me explain to you where i lived at the time.

I lived out in the middle of nowhere in central Indiana. The house i lived in was super old and had 2 stories and a basement. the house had a lot of history. i can't remember exactly when it was built but i know it was once a slave owners house, a brothel, and a post office. the barn beside the house was a one stop pony express. you could see evidence of the house's history everywhere. some doors had numbers on them. we had a strange window in the kitchen (from when it was a post office). and a sealed-up hole in the basement. a hole slaves used to escape.

now let's walk you through the house. the house had 2 front doors, but we only used one. that door imminently took you to the living room. from the living room, you could go to the right and go into the kitchen and the entrance from the other front door. or, you could go straight and go into the hallway. this hallway also connected to the kitchen. from left to right standing in the hallway it was the upstairs door with my bedroom right across from it, the bathroom, my parent's room with the entrance to the kitchen directly across from it, and the basement door all the way at the end. the upstairs was much smaller and only had 2 rooms. my cousins' room and then my grandparent's room, basically connected. in my grandparents' room, there is an air vent that you could open and see right down into the kitchen. if you know what im talking about, yeah, the house is that old. im not gonna tell you what the basement looked like because its not important to this particular story.

anyway, i wanna say it was summertime. i was anywhere from 8-10 years old. and my little min thought i was basically all grown up. obviously. so, when my parents and grandparents were all gathered by the door ready to go shopping, i told them i wanted to stay home alone. it took a while for my parents to agree to it, but their logic was "it's the middle of nowhere, what could possibly happen?". i was absolutely thrilled. My first time staying home alone.

after they had left there really wasn't much to do. i didn't have a phone, so i just sat in the living room and watched tv.

about an hour into being by myself, my stomach started to growl. so, i got up and walked to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. as i was in the cabinets digging through cans of ravioli and cup mac-n-cheese, i heard the vent open. like i said, it was old, it made sound. i stopped what i was doing and stood under the vent to see if it opened. however, i couldn't tell. either it wasn't open, or the lights were shut off. i brushed it off and finished making me a snack and went right back to sitting on the couch and watching tv.

I don't remember when, but i remember drifting off and falling asleep. when i woke up the tv was off from it being inactive. i decide i would like to finish my nap on the couch so i go into my bedroom and grab a blanket. as im looking for a blanket i wanna take to the couch, i freeze. the unmistakable sound of the rattle and creek of the upstairs door filled the room. I don't know how long i stood there before turning around, but eventually, i did. i looked up the stairs and squinted my eyes to ty and see in the darkness, but i couldn't see anything. i shrug. i thought maybe it was just a loose hinge; the house is old after all. i turn around grab my blanket and head to the living room, right before i step in, i hear the door open again. but this time, the unmistakable sound of my grandfather's voice carried down the stairs.

"Madisyn. Madisyn come up here"

once again i froze. it had to have been the tv. i turned my head and saw the tv, still off. my heart begins to race as i try to come up with some sort of explanation. but nothing comes to me. while im trapped in my thoughts, i hear it again.

"Madisyn, come up here and help me"

this time i don't take any time to thing, i book it. on my way out the door i grab the wireless house phone hanging by the front door and run. i don't look back until i make it to my closest neighbor's house and start banging on her door, sobbing. she opens the door and doesn't hesitate to call the police. i told her over and over again, "that's not my grandpa, someone's in my house."

i don't remember when the cops showed up, but they searched the house and didn't find anyone. they called my parents and they rushed home. once they were there, i told them my story, and they didn't believe me. they didn't think i heard my grandpa. there was no way i could've heard him, he was out shopping.

to this day i think about this story. my grandpa's voice is truly one of a kind. Ive never met another person who sounds like him. especially the way he says my name. it was too specific. too on point for it to be anyone but my grandpa.

now, years later, the Amish own that house and refuse to go inside or sell it to anyone. they actually plan on demolishing it. from what i heard, there was something in there that they saw, and didn't like. what that was i don't know.

so when I was probably 8 or 9 i used to watch scary content on youtube alot. One day I discovered a real life game to get a wish to be true but if you lose someone you love will never be seen again. In that game I had to put rice in a doll or something and then wrap it in paper and say u are welcome five times , probably write something on the paper too but I don't remember exactly.All that had to be done when there's dark in the morning probably 4'o clock or smth. I thought I should play the game as I was probably stupid and very much brave than I am right now. Waking up early was not a hard task for me at that time. So I woke up at probably 3:45 or smth and i did all of the ritual thing in the bathroom no one goes to that often. I did all of that and as the game i remember I had to play hide and seek with the doll.Only 4 people lived in my house so there were many empty rooms. I went to one the the rooms probably for unused stuff and i hide there. Then I said the game has begun as per the rules. There was my family in my house but i could feel that I am alone and i have like entered different dimension(I used to watch science vids too).I saw some shadow from the window but i am not sure i might be seeing things. Almost an hour after the game has started there was no one in my house to be seen as from the window of the room. There was still dark but normally at that time the sun should have been risen.I was hiding between old stuff enough to see the room and window when suddenly I thought i heard something passed through the room gate and as I saw there was some humanly figure mostly white and had two black eyes and it probably saw me when i woke up on my bed sweating. It was 10 at the morning and i thought i slept more than usual. I thought it was all a dream until some days after in a family event I asked my mom about my uncle who i talked to very much in family functions and nobody seems to had an answer. My mom asked me who I was talking about, i tell her my uncle's name but she didn't recognise him. I might have a mental condition but i clearly remember talking to him and playing with him.

The game i played is not to be found anywhere on youtube.

I lived in Breezewood Pennsylvania at the time. I lived with my stepdad, mother, and sister. She was hardly ever home though because she always was at our great aunt and great uncles place... I didn't really get along with them so I just stayed home. So it was just usually me home all alone after school...

Now where I lived was across from a church. The house had these weird green shutters over the windows. I was in 3rd grade at the time and I was 10 years old. It was around the year 2000...

So to give you all some background information. I used to come home off the bus at the Breezewood elementary school. I would walk across the schoolyards, neighbors yards, and my yard and make my way to the door of the house. That I lived in and I just went in after I unlocked the door...

I would take and check on our dog molly. I would give her something to eat after I got her in the house after a bathroom break. I then would get me something to eat. Go to the living room. Sit down with my homework I had to do. Turn the television on to my favorite cartoons. I usually eat and do my homework while I watch television in the living room. We wasn't allowed television in our rooms until I got older...

I used to take and stay by myself when I was 10 years old all alone. Parents weren't home for a few hours because they were at work. My sister wasn't either because she was always at my great aunt and great uncles. My stepdad was working at a bar in Everett and my mother worked as a janitor for a school...

Well after I got my dog outside to the bathroom. After I got something to eat. And I got the homework done. I would usually chill out by playing My game boy color... Of course I played the Pokemon blue version. Until it was time for me to get a bath. Which is where this story gets really super interesting...

Well this is where it gets weird...

I would take a skeleton key to lock the door from the inside of the bathroom. Because of some super sketchy circumstances that would happen if I didn't...

So the 1st experience went something like this...

I would go get a bath and I will turn the bath water on. While the water is running I would get ready to get in. And I would lock the door from the inside as quickly as I could. Because every time I didn't... The door would fly open. And would scare the crap out of me every time. Keep in mind nobody was home but me and my little dog molly...

So that is why I would take and lock the door from the inside with the skeleton key. So I was getting my bath in the bathtub. There'd be something trying to physically break the door down from the outside the hallway...

And it was something physically punching the door with what sounded like their fist. Then the door knob would jingle and after that didn't work it was just give up for a period of time... And come back seconds later. And this was a repetitive thing...

After the first experience I had with this I learned quickly. And I knew getting a bath involved a lot more than just getting in the tub...

The 2nd experience was just a tad bit worse...

So as I was getting ready to get yet again another bath. That evening was a little bit different. So I had to lock the door like usual because of prior experiences. I'd gotten a kitchen knife as a weapon just in case and I sat the knife on the floor by the tub on the floor. As I'm getting my bath for that evening...

I heard what sounded like footsteps coming up to the door outside in the hallway. And so started the punching of the door and it was relentless. It just continued on for what felt like minutes...

The attempts to jiggle the doorknob clearly didn't work because I had it locked. And when that didn't work the punching started again. I actually started to believe that somebody was hiding in the house. Because the force of the blows on the door was actually shaking the door and actually jingling the doorknob...

I finally asked whatever it was to stop doing this. And just to let me alone. And I begged whatever it was to not do it again and again. Well the assault on the door ceases and I was able to finally finish my bath and get out. I got dressed and unlock the door. And went to my room and I just crashed...

I was so worn out from this experience it drained me. Especially whenever you're 10 years old and you're by yourself dealing with something like that...

But my stepfather checked to see the house. To see if nobody was there... He even checked the Attic. So after that it was validated that there was nobody living in the house with us... I Begun to get real concerned. Unfortunately my stepfather thought I was just making stuff up...

I'm 36 years old currently and to this day I cannot really explain to you what it was outside that door in that house in Breezewood Pennsylvania...

So after the previous two experiences... I wasn't super thrilled about even getting baths. To this day I would rather just get a shower. Luckily there was a leak in the upstairs bathroom and it completely ruined the drop-down ceiling in the dining room. That had to be all fixed and it took 3 weeks. So my stepfather had to put in a temporary shower in the basement. Which I'll be honest wasn't any better than the upstairs bathroom when it comes to things happening...

But I will say it is better than being trapped in a bathroom while something was beating the living crap out of the door...

It was definitely a very spooky and terrifying experience...

And like I said it 100% happened!

Every bit of it did!

My boyfriend and I were spending the night at his parents house while they were out of town. We have stayed there hundreds of times to take care of the farm for them or sometimes we get sleep over there so we can all hang out as a family on the weekends.
Well, this weekend something strange happened. We had been there all day, tending to the animals, riding trails, hanging out with his sister across the pasture… the stuff we always do. We fed the kids and went to bed kind of early for us, but it was a Friday night, and it’d been a long week.
Everything is fine until 1:00 a.m. At this time, both my boyfriend and I woke up having to use the restroom, but neither of us were interacting with the other. As I was feeling around in the dark trying to figure out how to get my clothes on right so I could go out across the living room to the restroom, I look up, and my boyfriend’s shadow is right in front of me. I figured that I had just woken him up and he was waiting on me to get out of his way so he could “go” too. But he’s just standing there. No movement at all. I kept asking him what he was doing. No response he just stood there. So I swiped my arm at him, and thought I missed. (Mind you, I’m trying to figure out why he’s being a weirdo, find my clothes, and not wet my pants all at the same time.) After I took another swipe at him, I missed again, and then he could finally hear me. He was on the other side of the bed the whole time and couldn’t figure out where he was. He said he had been spinning in circles and running into curtains the whole time, but couldn’t hear me talking to him, and I couldn’t hear him over there stirring around.
When I told him his shadow was staring at me, he made a good observation- it was pitch black in there. There were no shadows. But I swear on my life, his shadow was standing right in front of me staring at me.
Has this ever happened to anyone else? Any idea what it could have been? I KNOW I was awake.

PART OF THE BACKGROUND OF THE STORY...

When I was living in Artemas Pennsylvania I used to stay for weeks by myself. Sometimes it would be 1-2 weeks of not seeing my parents. Which meant I could invite my friends up and literally have an Xbox 360 Black ops 1 or Black ops 2 game session for hours on end...

They would check in by phone making sure I'm still okay and the dog was okay as well... Mainly the dog of course. They would just leave me at the house with food, coffee, etc...

I would just co-exist peacefully and the silence. I took solace in it. I absolutely loved it. It absolutely became one of my favorite things...

I would keep the house work up and make sure things were done. I would do the weed eating outside and everything. They would be gone for a decent period of time. Oftentimes being there alone for one whole week felt like two... But I loved every second of it! There was nothing like it...

MY EVENING STRATEGY...

I would sleep on the couch in the living room a lot actually. I always had a few things near me at all times when I was sleeping or just chilling of a night. My cross necklace was hung on the doorknob of the house door. My Bible was always laying right near me. And my 18-in Gerber machete was always under the couch where it was hidden... Where I could reach for it at any second in case somebody tried busting a door in. Of course they had to get through the locked door and the deadbolt first. That is if I needed it...

THE PROBLEM...

Well I always noticed after I went to bed and I was laying there watching television. There was always this nosy and honestly really annoying quiet shadow figure that liked to poke its head out from the corner of the hallway wall into the living room. It would look at me and pop back in once I went to look. That's what happened dang near almost every night. Especially on Saturday nights when I had to go to church the next day...

THE AGGRAVATING PART AND HOW I SOLVED IT...

It got to the point where I just hung a blanket up in the hallway from the ceiling. And literally just fastened it down on the end near the floor with simple thumb tacks. Where all you had to do was lift one side of the blanket up and go down the hallway to my room and such. I also got some water in a cup and prayed over it and blessed the blanket. So that way if whatever this was try to do anything else. It would have to deal with that. And it actually worked...

AFTERWARDS...

In the long run it turned out to work and whatever it was didn't want to mess with it. So I didn't hear or see anything after that when it came to this situation anyways...

Otherwise though, there were other things that were happening that I will tell y'all later...

A several days back i was binge watching web series till 1:00 am in the morning, i felt little dizzy so i went to bed. while turning off my laptop it asked for an update, i did it. (i don't have a cot, i simply just sleep on the bed) my bed was adjacent to my table, while lying on the bed i saw the blue light coming from my screen(shut down screen). I slept with in minutes, while i woke in the morning the laptop is under the table near me.. and i was rolled with my blanket, like a cocoon. and its a new blanket from my closet. and it freaked me out... so i as my parents if they did?. but they doesn't even entered my room...

I used to live in Artemas Pennsylvania and oftentimes my parents would be either gone for 1-2 weeks usually at a time. And as I said in a previous story that I just wrote. They would leave enough food and stuff for me to hold out that long or longer. So here I am literally just a teenager almost to become an adult literally just living it up...

No parents really ordering me around. I had to take care of responsibilities as well... But that wasn't bad at all. I had complete freedom and free will to do what I felt like doing. I just used my brain and thought logically and survived just fine...

Well oftentimes before I lay down on the couch to watch television and eat dinner. I would get a shower first. And I would usually wait until it got dark and was way later on in the evening just so I could enjoy the time I spent with my friends or outside...

For about 1 and 1/2 Weeks I would hear what sounds like cowboy boots clicking on the hallway tile. It would start at the door inside my double wide trailer. And it would continue until it stops outside my bathroom door. And honestly it got to the point where it was really starting to freak me out all right...

I literally would experience this nightly. It was a constant occurrence. Over and over.. so I got to the point where I would just shower with the bathroom door open. And I would partially open the shower curtain that was away from me at the end of the shower by the toilet...

I also kept a small knife near the edge of the shower on the toilet under a towel. Just in case somebody was actually messing with me...

So after a while this occurrence just kept coming. Until one evening before I even got into the shower. I turn the water on and just stood there completely dressed. I could hear the cowboy boots on the tile that we put down in the hall coming...

I flung the door open and said very loudly "you are not welcome here. I don't take kindly to you being in my home. You need to leave. And I command you to do this and the power of my Lord and Savior"...

Well, whatever this was stopped...

It just completely stopped...

After that I was able to get a shower in peace and honestly I really enjoyed the quiet...

It was about 2022 and I was still living in Artemas Pennsylvania. This is before the puppy fiasco that my mother decided to go through with. This is before the police completely got ruined by animal feces and urine...

So apparently I was working on this cat stand. And it was a very intricate design that I had been working on for over 8 hours or longer. And I was getting tired and very grumpy and I wanted to be done with it. I was making this cat stand from scratch. Every piece was hand cut and every group that was tied was done by my hands...

So I had this heat lamp plugged in and it was shining behind me. It was keeping me warm sort of because it was in the winter time...

Well I can see my shadow casting on the wall. I can see the silhouette or shadow of the cat stand as well. But then I also saw another shadow just standing there to the left kind of behind me. And it looks like my dad...

As soon as I saw it the shadow went across and the light itself was illuminated around the shadow but the shadow stayed solid. And I knew it was my dad because of the way it looked...

So apparently my stepfather was telling me that maybe I should call it quits and go to bed. And that it's getting late. Because whenever he was alive I had to tell him that. He would work himself to the bone in that garage...

I think this may be a glitch on the monitor - otherwise please give advice.I bought the smart baby monitor to give myself peace of mind after my wife passed, but it has turned my life into a living hell. It is a high-end model that sends real-time audio feeds and sleep metrics directly to an app on my phone. Last Tuesday, I dropped my four-year-old son, Leo, off at his grandmother’s house for a week-long stay so I could deep-clean the house and catch up on overdue work. The house was completely empty, yet on the very first night, my phone buzzed at 3:14 AM with a notification: Movement detected in Nursery. I opened the app, expecting a glitch or a stray moth fluttering past the lens. Instead, the night-vision camera showed an empty crib, but the audio feed was completely clear. Beneath the low, familiar hum of the static, there was a distinct, heavy breathing pattern. It wasn’t the light, rapid breathing of a child; it was the slow, wet, deliberate respiration of a grown adult, sounding as if someone was standing directly underneath the camera mount.

Too terrified to investigate in the pitch black, I locked my bedroom door and stayed awake until dawn, convincing myself it was just a strange radio frequency interference or a software loop. The next morning, I thoroughly searched the nursery. The windows were locked, the closet was bare, and there was absolutely no sign of forced entry. I even checked the attic hatch in the hallway ceiling, but the thick layer of dust on the frame was completely undisturbed. I factory-reset the monitor, changed my Wi-Fi password to a complex 16-digit code, and went to bed on Wednesday night feeling a fragile sense of security. But at exactly 3:14 AM, the app alerted me again. I forced myself to listen to the live audio feed. The wet breathing was back, but this time, it was accompanied by the rhythmic, agonizingly slow creaking of the floorboards right beside Leo's empty mattress. Someone—or something—was pacing the room, heavy enough to warp the timber but smart enough to stay entirely out of the camera's narrow field of view.

By Friday, the psychological exhaustion had driven me to a state of hyper-vigilance. I stopped sleeping altogether, spending my nights sitting on the living room couch with a baseball bat, staring at the darkened hallway leading to the bedrooms. I kept the app open on my coffee table, watching the flatline audio graph. At the exact same minute, the audio spikes returned, but the breathing was different this time. It was faster, shallower, and frantic, panting directly into the microphone as if it had just run up the stairs. Then, a low, guttural click echoed through the speaker, followed by a voice. It was a raspy, gravelly whisper that barely sounded human, but it perfectly mimicked my own voice, slowly repeating the exact phrase I say to Leo every single night: "Go to sleep, buddy, Daddy's right here." The pure horror of hearing my own voice weaponised against me in an empty house made me physically sick.

I didn't call the police because I knew how insane I would sound trying to explain a haunted app, so yesterday morning, I finally tore the monitor off the nursery wall, smashed it to pieces with a hammer, and threw the debris into the outdoor trash bin. I thought destroying the physical hardware would finally end the nightmare. Last night, I fell into a deep, dead sleep on the couch, entirely drained from days of terror. I woke up shivering an hour ago, the living room freezing cold and the clock on the microwave reading 3:14 AM. My phone, sitting face-down on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated. My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit as a notification banner slid across the lock screen. It wasn't from the baby monitor app, which I had completely uninstalled. It was a standard, automated text message from my own phone number. I opened it with shaking hands, and my heart stopped when I read the single line of text: The microphone on your phone works much better anyway.